#perfectforayear

Athanasia is Damian’s twin sister, not a force grown clone. 

They were raised separately. Ra’s took care of most of Damian’s education and training, Talia took care of Athanasia’s. Athanasia knew of Damian, but Damian didn’t know about her, because he was raised to be the heir and she the spare.

When Damian defected at eight, Athanasia was brought in to take his place as the Demon’s Hand - but Ra’s continued to make every effort to get Damian to return to his rightful place. 

                   her  apology  is  met  with  a  pained  groan  as  tony  hastens  to  apply  pressure  to the  wound  wedged  just  beneath  his  ribs.  “does  this  mean  i  get  to  see  the  batcave?”  it  would  be  a  joke  if  he  hadn’t  put  two  and  two  together  eons  ago.  honestly,  the  brooding  bat  should  just  come  forward  already.   “ would  make  this  -- ”  there’s  barely  a  pause  as  he  motions  toward  the  injury  with  his  free  hand.  “  --  worth  it.” 

It’s called Castle and Co. Floral, his kids help out on weekends.

Nobody ever thinks he works there, even when he’s behind the counter with the T-shirt on.

Big surprise, he specializes in bridal arrangements. 

He actually inherited the place, his dad wasn’t thrilled that his son took over his mother’s florist business, but Frank likes it. It’s quiet.

Also sells gardening and some small farming equipment. You can usually pick up seeds, fertilizer, tools, etc.

Keeps herbs and vegetables as well as flowers.

He’s an accomplished home-taught cook, so he wanted to keep fresh shit on hand.

There’s a rooftop garden with a small greenhouse shed. 

He likes the smell of earth and greenery. When he’s in a bad mood he’ll spend hours churning soil and working with his hands until he’s a sweaty filthy mess.

Employs neighborhood teens and pays them under the table a pretty decent wage.

You know bodega cats? Frank has a shop dog.

“No, we don’t have the chip. No I’m never going to get the chip. Just swipe your card.”

His kids school art projects are all taped to the wall behind the counter. Also some report cards.

I mention the kids as either a future thing or an OT3 thing. Maria’s alive and that cute blonde who keeps coming in has LEGS FOR DAAAAYS, FRANK. LEGS FOR DAYS!!!

“I’m not disagreeing, I just don’t think that’s something I can tell her when she’s buying a ‘Fuck you for not telling us you were ALIVE this whole time’ bouquet.”

Altered Carbon Ep 1 & 2 Starters

@perfectforayear

I feel like absolutely no one is surprised that Peter ‘ohmygodit’s [INSERT SUPERHERO/VIGILANTE NAME HERE]’ Parker absolutely freaked out and fangirled on the inside. 

Their canon meeting went like you expect;

Surprise bitch, he did end up needing Peter’s help.

Here’s the other

There was a level of thinking done when he set foot on Gotham, this was the Bat’s playing ground after all. And just like in the next comic Peter knew the second Ra and Talia set foot on NY, a new red clad vigilante was going to be noticed quickly the city’s main protector. He thought he had prepared for it, that it’d be fine, no big deal. He’d just explain what he was for, hope he wouldn’t have to fight his way out of this one, move on, do his job, go back to New York.

However the second he actually saw him it was like a cold chill went through his whole body. This man was above a hero, above your run of the mill Vigilante. He is considered a legend everywhere. And there is no shortage of people in the world who tell the stories of Batman and his Robin. (If we go by the comic books my own headcanon is that he possibly met Bruce after Jason died, hence no Robin or mention of him.) The Bat is a person you fear, a person you respect, but most importantly- the person you stay clearly away from unless you want your ass handed back at you. 

It’s like he stopped breathing for a second or two, before spidey senses force him to move out of the way of an attack or get decked in the face and make a fool of yourself in front of a person you come to admire. 

When Bruce kicked him out it felt.... horrible, like he’d failed yet again to impress someone he looked up to. Not that it’s any news to him, it happens all the time. He considers leaving, and only sticks around because someone calls out for help.

And then.... then the weirdest thing happens and Bruce actually comes and asks him to get into the Batmobile and they ride together.

Every part of Peter is shaking with excitement. He’s riding side to side with THE BATMAN. HE IS IN THE BATMOBILE! This is better than any Christmas or Birthday present he could have gotten as a kid. It’s all hidden under his layers of sass for self protection but by god if he is not jumping with joy. Hands quietly feeling the seat, the door- it’s all real, it’s all there, it’s not a dream. But it can’t be real.

They team up, they kick Joker’s and Carnage’s ass and it’s time for Peter to go back. They stand around in awkward silence on top of a rooftop somewhere. Peter is hoping he will remember all of this, wishes he could have brought his camera just to keep this one- just to himself. So he can wake up in the morning and be reassured that this happened. That it wasn’t such a dream.

By the end they shake hands, a simple gesture, but the most meaningful one that could be given between these two men.

Peter goes back home, to Queens, to his quiet appartment, and he peels off his suit. The bruises are all there- they hurt when he pokes at them. So it must have happened, nothing hurts in a dream. He’s staring down at the glove that Batman shook and he’s grinning like a child. Starts laughing like one too and has tears in his eyes. Because by god... he met The Legend. 

He wakes up and the bruises are still there, still tender to the touch, and there’s a post-it note on his nightstand in his own handwritting. 

‘YES YOU DID MEET /HIM/ YESTERDAY/ AND HE SHOOK YOUR HAND.’