“We are going to look at a case file today.” Briggs pulled out a folder. “(Y/N), I want you to tell me what you think about the person after reading it.” He opened the folder and spread the paper over the table.
I looked at the paper. There was a slight problem. I can’t read, well I mean I can read a paragraph after like an hour, but I think he was expecting more of a fifteen minute time range. The words were as I expected. Scribbles. I looked at Dean and Cassie briefly, hoping that they would say something. They were silent. Luckily there were a few photos of the victims. One of the victims had been stabbed from behind [coward]. The victim had been found in a train station, but moved post mortem due to the lack of blood near the crime scene. The killer likes to place the bodies. Specifically sat her up. I could feel myself thinking about other murders, about other times. I grabbed my arms and started to dig my nails in to get myself away from the past.
I felt eyes on me. Instinctively I glanced up and found Dean looking at me. He looked away as soon as he realized he had been caught.
Briggs looked at me. “(Y/N), any idea.”
I shook my head even though I had some ideas. I knew if I opened my mouth nothing would come out.
Briggs narrowed his eyes. I think he could tell I knew more than I was letting on or maybe he just wondered if I was of use. “Dean, Cassie, what do you have?”
“You stabbed me in the front, then left me propped up with my eyes open.” Cassie started talking. Her words felt pressed into me, as if they were directed towards me. I dug my fingers in harder.
A hand touched my arm. I flinched back, and looked at who placed it. It was Dean. “Breathe.” He instructed this as if every ounce of my energy wasn’t already directed towards doing just that.
“(Y/N), are you okay?” Cassie asked, looking at me.
I tried to say “I’m alright”. My mouth moved, but no sound came out. I just nodded.
“Liar.” Lia had popped in. I was equal parts grateful, and annoyed.
“Lia, we need to get back to work.” Briggs spoke up, trying to deter her.
“No, you’re done.” Lia stepped forward. She spoke with finality, but I don’t think she was trying to identify a lie. I think she was trying to get him to back off.
“Alright, we’ll finish this up again on Monday. I have a case.” Briggs spoke as he gathered up all of the different pieces of paper.
Lia said something to Briggs, that I couldn’t quite catch as I hurried to leave. The walls felt like they were closing in. I felt trapped, so I ran out of the room, out of the house. I stopped in the backyard. I was struggling to catch my breath. I heard footsteps behind me. I turned around looking behind me.
Dean had followed me. He sat down a few steps away from me. “(Y/N).” I looked up, meeting Dean’s eyes. “It gets easier.”
I nodded, unsure of what response to give him to make him go away.
He didn’t leave, he just sat there with me in the silence. I was somewhat peaceful.
“Redding. What are you doing out here?” Michael’s voice broke the silence. It was loud. Louder than I wanted it to be. I was ready to run.
“Nothing really.” Dean’s voice wasn’t as bad because he spoke low and quietly, it was more of a thrum than a screech. Dean looked at me then back at Micheal. “Maybe you should go inside for a little bit.”
Micheal followed Dean’s gaze toward me. I could feel him analyzing the tension in my body and the way I was clutching my arms. He nodded and left the backyard.
I just sat there for a while thinking, or trying not to. After a bit Dean spoke, I had almost forgotten he was here. “Do you want to head in for dinner, it’s getting late.”
I nodded and got up. Dean rose as well. He led the way inside, glancing back every so often as if checking where I was.
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TW: mention su!c!de, a gun, neglect, emotional abuse(??) (does making your child be the parent count as one?, kidnapping.
Random info: gender neutral. Pronouns are you/yourself/they/them/themself
P1.
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You were dropped off in the Wayne Manor after you lost your depressive deceased mother at 6.
You have witnessed things that shouldn't be something your age would experience.
Ropes feel so haunting.
Being the parent of your mother, becoming a tall child. You tend to have habits to help any rest of the Batfam before yourself. It starts from helping Dick with his relationship with Bruce being crashy, then Jason dealing with Bruce's efforts, Bruce with Jason's death, Tim being the new Robin.
You were younger than them by the way.
And so on and on.
But you're just so forgettable because of that.
After Stephanie, after Damian, then the rest, you slowly fade into the background. Watching them inside jokes while you don't understand. Getting left behind because you're not just as strong as them, or smart as them, even if you were higher than average smart person.
You're just so boring.
"Sorry, *Reader*. I got plans with Cass."
"Oh, is it today? Can we schedule later, little bird? Damian is just starting to open up."
"Oh. How about later? Bruce is just being an ass."
Almost every time. Yet, they still need an ear like yours because you try to look in both stories. And sometimes they ignore you because of pettiness that they were in the wrong.
But it's not your fault! They just don't listen. Yet you tell yourself "It's okay, they'll appreciate me someday." Years until you're eighteen.
There was no someday after winter.
You found yourself kidnapped for ransom after going to buy something in the convenience store.
They tired you up, the ropes were different. It was harder to free yourself so you can hope Bruce, your father, your brothers, your sister, or even your family's allies to come.
But they didn't. Phone calls were left unanswered, ignored or... dismissed. One did pick up, it was Tim. But...
"*Reader*, I don't have time whatever pranks this is. So please talk to someone else, okay?"
The kidnappers could only look at your distraught face with a cold look. One bring our something you couldn't see from behind.
Then..
BANG.
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You woke up, eyes widening in shock and if not fear. You didn't know what happen.
You felt pain for a moment, a loud shot yet...
You're free, just you sitting on the cold pavement. One look at the area and it seems empty and dull.
You don't know what happened but You scrambled yourself up like some deer before dashing out of the place.
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Your lungs feel exhausted after running in the streets. Pulling your hood up just in case as you wander through the busy streets in broad daylight.
Stalls, shops and everywhere was open. Everyone minding their business while you're still spiralling from the hopeless incident.
What made you stop your tracks was a newspaper. The old paper lies on your fingers as you read the news out of curiosity and to calm yourself. Walking calmly as you read.
...
Your heart dropped.
Death of *Reader* Wayne.
A tragic event after 3 months of investigation. The family mourned the lost...
You read and read...
And you felt your stomach churning. You died and now you're back. It still struck you as your grip to the newspaper tightened. You stopped moving when an electronic store was showing numerous of tvs. A news.
Then you saw him. Your dad. SMILING. Talking about the new gala to mourn your death. AS IF THE TOPIC WAS NOTHING HEAVY..
Now, you could only think to yourself. Did your actions really mean nothing? Your father looked so unaffected with your death. You don't want to know what your siblings thinks.
I know asks are closed right now, but I wanted to share this;
I don't remember where I saw this but Yu being the only person who can stand Lilia's cooking, except it's Pregnant!Yuu.
She can't keep any food down and everyone is worried about her and the baby. One day, she's walking by the kitchens and smells Lilia's cooking (he's not supposed to be there but snuck in anyway).
Before anyone can stop her, she takes a bite and starts crying because it tastes so good. She cleans the pot and everyone agrees that Lilia can cook for her, but only until her pregnancy is over. He will also be able to pass cooking class this way as well as an added bonus.
Lilia is thrilled of course because finally someone appreciates his cooking and eagerly makes Yu whatever she wants with whatever ingredients he can find. Everyone is terrified but relieved.
obviously the only person on earth who can stand Lilia´s abborent cooking is Pregnant!Yuu :,)
but fr this is actually COOKING(get it?), bc i have seen people with the strangest cravings while pregnant, IMAGINE HOW INSANE PREGNANT YUU´S CRAVIN´S MUST BE, specially with how stressfull her life in TWST is. Or the fact that she probably mixes different types of food (like, food from the merflok with sunset savanna food type shit) and everyone is HORROFIED.
I know Lilia´s cooking is actually pretty nutricios (despite the horrile taste) so i can actually see Yuu getting more energy from this type of snacking. just dont expect her to still eat it after the baby is born.
Si bien me encanta el contenido romántico de White Rabbit, yo enserio NECESITO mas material platónico de este sociópata, especialmente con todo el tema de Alicia en el país de las maravillas. Por lo que traigo esta propuesta:
Platonico!White Rabbit x Alicia! Lectora
Especialmente si hablamos de una dinamica Silco/Jinx post incidente con Darkcom, pero me estoy adelantando. Vamos primero con el Conejo Blanco antes de la catástrofe.
Sabemos que el Conejo Blanco termino en Makai por una grieta temporal, el tema es ¿y si no fue el único humano que a lo largo de los años, termino de la misma manera? Asi es como terminaría esta Alicia en el Makai, solo que mucho mas joven, pequeña y sin sentido de supervivencia (¿talvez teniendo unos 3 o 4 años a lo mucho?), especialmente en un entorno tan hostil como es el Makai. (para darle algo de extra angustia, a diferencia de Conejo Blanco, esta Alicia realmente no venia de una familia abusiva o mala, probablemente solo la dejaron sola en el patio de su casa y eso fue tiempo suficiente para que se abriera una literal puerta al infierno).
Puedes apostar que a partir de aquí, estos dos se volvieron inseparables, pero por distintas razones. CB (le voy a decir asi por ahora ¿okey?) no ha tenido buenas experiencias con humanos, eso es cierto, sin embargo, Alicia es como el epitome de todo lo que él considera es puro: la inocencia infantil, un lado de la humanidad que le fue arrancado muy joven y no quiere que Alicia lo pierda, además de la necesidad subyacente de querer evitar que Alicia se convierta en una mala persona, como las que tuvo que lidiar en su pasado.
Debido haber crecido en una comunidad muy unida, CB es en realidad muy bueno lidiando con Alicia chiquita, ya sea des-escalando sus rabietas, ingeniándoselas para que ella juegue con los otros niños makaianos, ayudándola a ajustarse a los peligros del Makai, y principalmente hacerla sentir segura en un ambiente claramente peligroso, lo que provoca que Alicia se quede pegada a él como una garrapata. Su razón de encariñarse con él es mucho más obvia: es una niña perdida en el literal infierno y CB es el único humano ahí, incluso cuando se encariña con los otros demonios/makaianos, CB es especial porque ambos son el único humano que el otro ha visto en mucho tiempo, hay un sentimiento de compañerismo extraño que solo ellos entienden.
No hay forma en la que CB no le haya inculcado a Alicia su gusto por Alicia en el pais de las Maravillas, puede que por eso mismo ella lleve ese nombre (originalmente lectora habría tenido uno dado por sus padres humanos, pero era tan pequeña cuando llego a Makai que se le olvido con el tiempo, era mas fácil llamarla Alicia). Cuando finalmente pasan al mundo humano por primera vez en años, CB probablemente estaba asustado de que Alicia quisiera dejarlos (ya sea para buscar a sus padres o simplemente vivir con otros humanos), solo para que ella se pusiera super emocionada con las cosas del supermercado, jugara con los niños de makai, sin ninguna señal de preocupación en el mundo.
Pero claro, todo lo bueno tiene su final. En este caso, sería el incidente del almacén abandonado con Darkcom.
Alicia sobrevive de alguna forma, al igual que el Conejo Blanco, pero ninguno de los dos es el mismo. Alicia sabe esto, el conejo blanco con ella no es la misma persona que lucho por un mejor futuro para los residentes de Makai, no es la persona que trato de salvar a los demonios de los humanos, ella no conoce a esta persona que usa la voz del hombre que más quiso en la vida, por eso mismo termina habiendo un cambio radical en Alicia también, ya no sonríe, ya no juega, ahora es mucho más callada y sombría, más madura con los años, pero también cínica y desinteresada de todo.
Su relacion es de lo mas toxico que puede haber, edición platónica. Alicia odia esta nueva versión de su figura paterna, por lo que hace pequeños (y grandes) actos de rebeldía para sacarle una reacción que deje ver que no es mas que una imitación barata de su padre, una forma de lastimarlo con las pocas herramientas que tiene a su favor, una de las cuales seria: Ninguno de los dos puede vivir realmente sin el otro.
Seh, Alicia hará enojar al Conejo Blanco, ella le gusta robar sus cosas, romper los peluches de conejo que él hace porque ella prefiere el original (no importa que tan viejo y destartalado este), hay veces en las que da unas rabietas muy violentas donde rompe cosas, lo golpea a él, se golpea a si misma, porque ella sabe lo que hace: hace que su paranoia aumente, que no pueda dejarla sola sin temor a que se lastime, pero al mismo tiempo deja en claro quien tiene el poder en la relacion. Porque Alicia no puede escapar fácilmente después de todo, así que va a convertir eso en el problema de todos.
Eso si, el Conejo Blanco tiene una regla muy estricta con respecto a estos episodios, SOLO ÉL PUEDE DICIPLINAR A ALICIA (y aun asi su estilo de disciplina es más bien asilamiento solitario disfrazado de “tiempo de reflexión”), el no confía en que cualquiera de los demonios que tiene bajo su mando se pasen de listos y terminen dándole una paliza o peor, no teme deshacerse de un par de ellos solo para dejar en claro esta regla: Alicia esta fuera de los limites, puede ir tras cualquier humano menos ella.
Hay veces en las que Alicia intenta escapar del edificio, algunas veces enserio, otras veces simplemente para asustar al Conejo haciéndole pensar que se escapó cuando en realidad sigue en el edificio. Pero no importa que, incluso si ella logra salir del edificio, ella siempre vuelve, a veces por razones simplemente ridículas, como que su conejo de peluche se rompió y SOLO Conejo Blanco puede arreglarlo, o que se aburrió de la libertad y volvió a la jaula, cosas que varían de las mentiras al sarcasmo, pero dejan ver la naturaleza coodependiente de su relacion.
No se soportan, pero se sienten cómodos en presencia del otro. Ninguno de los dos les gusta la versión actual del otro, pero eso no los detiene de seguir cavando, y cavando hasta encontrar a eso versión del otro que perdieron hace mucho tiempo.
Me gusta la idea de, en este AU, la muerte del Conejo Blanco siendo diferente, algo mas similar a la muerte del Silco de Arcane. Convengamos que, en los eventos de la serie, es muy probable que Alicia se una al lado de Dante/Lady (aunque no por gusto, si hay alguien que odia a Lady mas que CB es ELLA) para detener a CB, pero ella no puede evitar llorar cuando él yace muerto/en su lecho de muerte, por mas que haya sido una figura antagónica estos últimos años, ese también fue el hombre que le enseño todo, que fue lo mas cercano a un padre que tuvo.
Si bien una parte de CB esta feliz de que Alicia lo va a extrañar por el cariño que le tiene (refutando años de miedo de que ella lo odiara), también siente que lo mínimo que le debe a Alicia después de estos años francamente horribles es poder sentirse libre ahora que él no va a estar en su vida, justamente usando sus últimas fuerzas para consolarla de alguna forma.
request anon batfam are the ones prophesied to destroy reader's life? like it could be the same situation with the parents as in the other request or it could not be. up to you.
content platonic! bruce wayne x reader, dick grayson x reader, jason todd x reader, tim drake x reader, aged up!damian wayne x reader, inspired by epic: the musical, odysseus/astynax-inspired, prophecies of death, implied child death, threatened family death, parental death, sibling death, grief, survivor’s guilt, accidental killing, canon-typical violence, guns / weapons, attempted attacks, criminal activity, child endangerment, kidnapping threats, explosions, building collapse, blood / injury, moral dilemmas
author's note inspired by this request :) a tad off kilter i will be honest, i kinda just wrote instead of like getting direcrly inspired by the musical so apologies
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a prophecy declares that one day, they will kill your family. it does not explain why. it does not tell them whether the deaths will be murder, necessity or terrible accident. it only promises that when the moment arrives, the blood will be on their hands.
bruce wayne
Bruce rejects the prophecy before the seer has even finished speaking. “No.”
It is not disbelief. Bruce has encountered enough magic to know that prophecy is real, occasionally precise and almost always cruel.
He simply refuses to accept it.
The vision shows Bruce standing in the ruins of your home. Your parents are dead. Your siblings are dead. There is blood across the symbol on his chest, and you are staring at him from beneath a collapsed doorway with an expression Bruce recognises immediately. It is the same expression he wore in Crime Alley.
You are only a child when he finds you. Eight years old, bright-eyed and painfully trusting, completely unaware that the man kneeling in front of you has seen himself destroy everything you love.
Bruce’s first instinct is distance. He believes he can protect your family by never entering their lives. He increases surveillance around your home, quietly investigates your parents and ensures that no criminal organisation has marked them as targets.
He never speaks to you directly.
Then you begin leaving drawings for Batman on the roof of your apartment building. They are terrible drawings. Batman has ears longer than his legs. Robin appears to be green from head to toe. The Batmobile is labelled because otherwise Bruce would have assumed it was a badly wounded insect. Bruce keeps every single one.
He tells himself that watching over you does not make the prophecy more likely. He tells himself that intervention is not attachment. Then one evening, you are nearly caught in the crossfire of a gang dispute, and Bruce carries you out himself. You wrap both arms around his neck and whisper, “I knew you’d come.”
Bruce’s terror is not that he will suddenly decide to murder innocent people. He has a no-kill rule. It is the centre of everything he has built. What frightens him is the possibility that the prophecy does not require intent.
An accident could fulfil it. A collapsing building. A failed rescue. A weapon redirected at the wrong moment. One of his enemies targeting your family because Bruce became too involved. Bruce slowly begins to understand that his presence may be the danger.
He tries to disappear from your life. Your family notices Batman stops appearing near your neighbourhood. You notice too. You wait on the roof for several nights before leaving one final drawing beneath a brick. This one shows Batman walking away while a small figure stands behind him. Bruce returns before sunrise.
He eventually tells the rest of the family about the prophecy. Dick argues that leaving you unprotected could be the very act that causes it. Tim begins investigating every possible interpretation. Jason asks whether Bruce intends to spend the next decade haunting a child from three rooftops away. Damian studies the prophecy and says quietly, “Then Father must simply refuse destiny.”
Bruce begins spending time with your family as himself rather than Batman. Wayne Foundation grants appear at your school. Your parents are offered assistance with housing and employment. Bruce becomes the slightly awkward family friend who never knows what to do when you climb into his lap during meetings.
You adore him. That makes everything worse.
Bruce checks every room twice before entering. He removes anything remotely dangerous from your reach. He memorises your family’s routines and creates evacuation plans for disasters that have not happened. Your parents think he is anxious. They do not know he has already watched them die.
Eventually, Bruce’s behaviour becomes impossible to ignore. You overhear him arguing with Zatanna and learn the truth. Bruce finds you hiding beneath a table, crying so quietly that nobody else has noticed.
“Are you going to kill them?”
Bruce lowers himself to the floor several feet away. “No.”
“But the prophecy said—”
“The prophecy does not get to decide who I am.”
You ask whether he is sure. Bruce thinks about Crime Alley. About Jason’s body. About every person he failed because he was a second too late. He cannot promise that he will never make another mistake. He can promise this.
“I would die before willingly harming your family.”
The word willingly does not escape your notice.
From then on, Bruce stops hiding the precautions from you. He teaches you emergency procedures. He gives your family a direct signal to the Batcave. He explains that knowing about danger does not mean causing it. You become part of preventing the future rather than an object he must protect from it.
Bruce never destroys the written prophecy. He keeps it locked in the Cave as a reminder. Not that he is destined to become a killer. That destiny is only another opponent trying to frighten him into surrender.
dick grayson
You are sixteen when the prophecy reaches you. Nightwing will kill your family. No distant future. No symbolic language. Within a year, your parents and younger brother will die by his hand.
You do not wait to see whether it comes true. You begin hunting him first.
The first attack takes Dick completely by surprise. Not because you nearly defeat him—you do not—but because you are visibly terrified while attempting to break his ribs. Your hands shake. Your breathing is ragged. Every strike carries desperation rather than confidence.
Dick assumes someone has threatened your family. Technically, he is right.
He refuses to fight you properly. He dodges, redirects and tries to talk between blows.
“You know, normally people introduce themselves before the attempted murder.”
“Shut up.”
“Fair. Tough crowd.”
You attack him repeatedly over several weeks. Each time, you arrive with a better plan. Modified weapons. Stolen patrol information. Traps designed specifically around his acrobatics. Dick is disturbed by how quickly you are improving. He is more disturbed by the fact that you always hesitate when you have an opportunity to seriously injure him.
One night, he catches both your wrists and asks, “Why are you doing this?”
You scream at him to let go. Dick does immediately.
That tiny act of trust is what breaks you. You collapse on the rooftop and tell him everything. The prophecy. The deadline. The repeated visions of your home soaked in blood. You explain that you thought killing him first was the only way to save them.
Then you admit you could not do it.
Dick is devastated. You are a teenager who has spent weeks trying to force yourself to murder a stranger because every adult you consulted told you it was necessary. You believed becoming a killer was the price of keeping your little brother alive.
Dick takes you home. Not to your family—the prophecy may be connected to his proximity—but to one of his safe houses. He makes you hot chocolate because he has no idea what else to do. You refuse to drink it until he takes the first sip.
Dick goes to everyone for answers. Zatanna confirms that the magic surrounding the prophecy is genuine. Raven cannot detect possession. Constantine examines the wording and, for once, has nothing sarcastic to say. Tim calculates the probability of forgery as negligible. The prophecy is real.
Dick throws up in the Cave bathroom. He cannot reconcile the future with himself. Dick has hurt people. He knows that. He has lost control before, made mistakes before, come frighteningly close to crossing lines he once believed were immovable. But your family are innocent. Your little brother is ten.
You watch Dick more closely after the prophecy is confirmed. Every movement looks like evidence. Every hidden weapon feels like a promise.
Dick notices. He begins announcing what he is doing before reaching into pockets or moving towards you.
“Phone.”
“First-aid kit.”
“Snack bar. It’s coconut, so honestly, the prophecy may be kinder.”
He meets your family despite knowing it may be dangerous. He needs to understand what the prophecy is threatening. Your mother welcomes him warmly. Your father talks too much when nervous. Your brother immediately asks Nightwing whether Batman can really breathe through his mask. Dick leaves their home and cries in his car.
He starts protecting them obsessively. Their house receives upgraded security. Their routes are monitored. Dick tracks every criminal who might connect them to Nightwing. Yet he is careful not to become so controlling that your family stop living. He knows fear can kill a life long before a person dies.
You continue training to fight him. Dick allows it. More than that, he helps. He teaches you how to disable his equipment, escape his holds and signal the other Bats if he ever behaves strangely. You accuse him of helping you kill him.
Dick shakes his head. “I’m helping you stop me.” The difference matters to him.
There are moments when you begin trusting him. You laugh at one of his jokes before remembering you are supposed to hate him. You fall asleep in the passenger seat after surveillance. You text him when your brother is sick because you do not know who else to tell. Each moment feels like betrayal. Dick never demands more.
When the predicted date approaches, Dick distances himself from everyone. He locks his weapons away. He submits to magical restraints. Bruce offers to place him under observation in the Cave. You are the one who refuses.
“You said fear doesn’t get to choose for us.”
“That was before it became this close.”
“It was always close to me.”
The prophecy’s day arrives during an attack on Blüdhaven. Your family are trapped inside a building wired to explode. Dick is given a choice: pursue the villain responsible or attempt a rescue that every calculation says will fail. The vision shows him entering the building. The prophecy did not show why.
Dick goes in anyway. He saves your family seconds before the explosion. For one awful moment, falling debris pins him beside your father. Dick must choose between freeing himself or shielding your family from the collapse. He chooses them.
When the dust settles, everyone is alive. Dick is badly injured, but alive. The prophecy was true in one sense: the lives of your family were placed in his hands. It was wrong about what he would do with them.
You sit beside his hospital bed and ask how he knew. Dick gives you a weak smile. “Prophecies have terrible character judgement.”
jason todd
By the time you receive the prophecy, Jason has already killed your father.
Your father was not innocent. He was a powerful crime lord responsible for trafficking, extortion and the deaths of dozens of people in Crime Alley. Jason had given him warnings. Opportunities to surrender. Chances to release the people he was hurting. Your father refused. Jason pulled the trigger.
Jason does not regret killing him. That is the first thing you learn about Red Hood. The second thing you learn is the prophecy. The same masked man who killed your father will eventually kill the rest of your family: your mother and younger sister.
You do not care whether your father deserved what happened. Your mother does not deserve it. Your sister is twelve. You vow to protect them. You move them between apartments. You steal money from accounts your father’s organisation abandoned. You sleep near the front door with a gun in your lap. You are seventeen and slowly destroying yourself in the name of keeping them alive.
Jason finds you while investigating the remnants of your father’s operation. You shoot at him on sight. The bullet strikes his armour.
Jason looks down at it and then back at you. “Kid.”
“Don’t call me that.”
“You just fired a handgun with the safety half-engaged.”
“I’ll do better next time.”
“That is deeply not what I meant.”
He refuses to fight you. You attack him with everything you have, but Jason only blocks and disarms. Even when you slash his arm, he does not strike back. He simply pins the knife beneath his boot and says, “You’re done.”
You scream that he will have to kill you first. Jason freezes.
Once you explain the prophecy, he understands immediately why you believe it. He already killed one member of your family. From your perspective, the future has begun.
Jason does not apologise for your father’s death. He refuses to lie to comfort you. “Your dad hurt people.”
“So you murdered him.”
“Yeah.”
“And you’ll murder them too.”
“No.”
“You expect me to believe there’s a line?”
Jason’s expression goes hard. “There is.”
You hate him for sounding sincere.
Jason begins protecting your mother and sister from a distance. Your father’s former associates see you as either leverage or competition. Jason dismantles every attempt to reach your family. Men disappear from outside your sister’s school. Weapons shipments aimed at your neighbourhood are intercepted. Anonymous money appears to cover your mother’s legal fees.
You know Jason is responsible. You assume it is guilt. He tells you it is not.
“Then why are you helping us?”
“Because they’re innocent.”
“And my father wasn’t.”
“No.”
The answer hurts because he says it without cruelty.
Jason understands your anger. He understands wanting to tear apart the person responsible for destroying your family. He understands building your life around revenge because grief feels too helpless on its own. He also knows how easily that anger can be manipulated.
He never tells you to forgive him. He never asks you to stop hating him. He only asks that you stop putting yourself between trained criminals and your little sister.
You refuse.
Jason sighs. “Cool. Love being ignored by someone who still has homework.”
His family learn about the prophecy and react with varying levels of concern. Bruce wants to establish safeguards. Tim begins searching for the event that might trigger the deaths. Damian suggests temporarily relocating your family. Jason rejects any plan that involves imprisoning or controlling you.
“They already think I’m coming for them. We’re not proving them right.”
Jason eventually allows you to accompany him during investigations. Not because he trusts you in the field, but because leaving you alone guarantees you will follow him anyway. He teaches you how to recognise ambushes and handle weapons safely. You accuse him of preparing to turn you into him.
Jason answers, “Trust me, one of me is plenty.”
Slowly, you realise Jason is not watching your family like targets. He knows your sister’s school schedule because he checks that she arrives safely. He knows your mother’s medication because he arranged emergency supplies. He knows which window in your apartment does not lock because he repaired it at three in the morning.
The prophecy is eventually traced to one of your father’s surviving lieutenants. He intends to force Jason to kill your family by placing explosives inside their home and attaching the detonator to Jason’s weapons system. If Jason attacks, your family die. If he does nothing, the lieutenant kills them manually.
The prophecy never said Jason would want them dead. Only that his hand would cause it.
Jason removes every weapon from his body before entering. He walks in unarmed. It is the most vulnerable you have ever seen him.
Your father’s lieutenant attempts to force you to shoot Jason instead. You hesitate.
Jason looks at you and says, “Your anger belongs to you. Not him.”
You turn the weapon on the detonator.
Jason gets your family out alive. The prophecy remains technically unresolved, but its hold over you weakens. You begin to understand that knowing what Jason has done is not the same as knowing everything he will ever do.
You never fully forgive him for your father. Jason never expects you to. But when your sister begins referring to him as your “weird helmet friend,” you stop correcting her.
tim drake
Tim believes in contingency plans more than prophecy. Every prediction has variables. Every future can be disrupted if you identify the correct pressure point. At least, that is what he tells himself when he learns he is destined to kill your family.
The prophecy is painfully specific. Tim will make a decision that results in the deaths of your parents and older sister. It will not be mind control. It will not be an accident. He will understand the consequences and choose anyway. That detail ruins him.
Tim knows that under extreme circumstances, he is capable of killing someone. He does not want to be. He has built systems, rules and relationships to prevent it. But Tim is honest enough with himself to know that if one death were genuinely the only way to save millions, he might make that choice. The prophecy says your family will become that calculation.
You learn about it shortly after he does. Unlike Bruce’s younger reader or Dick’s frightened teenager, you do not try to kill Tim immediately. You decide to make yourself impossible to sacrifice.
You research him. You learn his identity. His patrol routes. His weaknesses. The location of his safe houses. You gather evidence on Wayne Enterprises, the Titans and every mission Red Robin has ever led. Tim finds your investigation and is, despite everything, impressed.
You confront him in the Cave. “Tell me why.”
Tim cannot. The prophecy does not reveal the circumstances.
“Then promise you won’t do it.”
Tim opens his mouth. Nothing comes out. That silence destroys any chance of immediate trust. Tim could have lied. He could have promised that he would never hurt your family and dealt with the consequences later.
Instead, he tells you the truth. “I don’t know what situation it puts us in.”
“So there is a situation where you’d do it.”
“I’m saying I need to prevent that situation from existing.”
“That isn’t an answer.”
“It’s the only honest one I have.”
You fight against every attempt he makes to protect your family. You destroy trackers. Refuse Wayne security. Feed Tim false information about your movements. You believe every safeguard he creates could become the mechanism that traps your family later.
Tim cannot blame you. He would do the same thing.
Your relationship becomes a strange chess match. Tim monitors threats around your family. You monitor Tim. He hides emergency equipment in your home. You find and dismantle it. You change your family’s travel plans. Tim discovers the changes within hours. Neither of you sleeps enough.
Eventually, Tim begins leaving his surveillance obvious on purpose. A tracker beneath the wrong chair. A camera angled where you can see it. Files protected by passwords he knows you are capable of breaking. You accuse him of getting sloppy.
“I’m giving you control over what information I have.”
“Why?”
“Because otherwise you’ll assume I have everything.”
It is the first step towards trust.
Tim meets your family gradually. Your father finds him polite but slightly unsettling. Your mother keeps feeding him because he looks exhausted. Your older sister recognises him as Timothy Drake-Wayne and immediately suspects he wants something. She is not wrong. Tim wants them alive so desperately it becomes another form of obsession.
He creates hundreds of simulations. In some, your family are exposed to a toxin that will spread across Gotham unless they are contained. In others, they are possessed, duplicated or used as unwilling hosts for an alien organism. Every scenario ends with Tim making the fatal choice.
He begins avoiding you after the worst simulations. You assume it is because he is growing less attached and therefore preparing to kill them. In reality, Tim is terrified that caring about you will impair his judgement.
You corner him and demand to know what he is planning. Tim, exhausted beyond self-preservation, shows you the files. Seeing your family reduced to numbers and projected casualties makes you furious. You punch him. Tim lets you. Then you notice every simulation includes alternative plans. Thousands of them. Escape routes. Antidotes. Dimensional containment. Cryogenic preservation. Magical intervention. Tim has modelled entire impossible technologies simply to create one future where he does not have to choose.
“You really think you might do it.”
Tim looks at the floor. “Yes.”
“And you’re still trying to save them.”
“That’s why I know I might do it.”
Tim’s fear is not that he will stop caring. It is that he will care about the greater number more.
You begin working with him. You argue over assumptions, find flaws in his simulations and suggest solutions he dismissed. Your sister is brought into the planning once it becomes clear she is connected to the prophecy’s trigger. Tim stops treating your family as pieces he must preserve. They become collaborators.
The predicted crisis eventually arrives. Your family are infected with a weapon designed to spread through Gotham’s water supply. Tim has only minutes to choose between sealing them inside the contaminated facility or allowing them to escape and risking millions of lives. The prophecy’s moment.
Your parents beg Tim to close the doors. You beg him not to.
Tim’s hand hovers over the control. For one terrible second, you see that he is going to do it. Then your sister activates one of the alternative systems you and Tim designed together. The infection is contained without killing them. The future is broken because Tim stopped trying to solve it alone.
Afterwards, you ask whether he truly would have sealed the doors.
Tim does not insult you with a lie. “Yes.”
You struggle to forgive that answer. Tim understands.
But you also know he spent months giving your family every tool necessary to stop him. His trust was never the promise that he could not make the terrible choice. It was ensuring you had the power to create another one.
damian wayne
You are barely three years old when Damian first meets you. By then, the prophecy has already come true. Your family were connected to a League operation Damian dismantled during his early years as Robin. They were not the intended targets. Damian did not enter their home planning to kill them. Yet his actions triggered the chain of events that led to their deaths. A redirected explosive. A structural collapse. One catastrophic miscalculation. Your parents and siblings died. You survived because Damian pulled you from the wreckage.
The prophecy had warned him months earlier. You will spill the blood of this child’s house and become the only family they have left.
Damian dismissed it. He believed foreknowledge would allow him to prevent it. Instead, his attempt to change the future helped create it.
You do not understand any of this. You only know Robin saved you.
From the moment you wake in hospital, you refuse to let anyone else hold you. Dick tries first. You stare at him as though he has personally offended every ancestor you possess. Jason reaches for you and receives the same expression—nose wrinkled, mouth twisted, eyes narrowed like you have just bitten directly into a lemon.
Damian enters the room. You immediately reach for him.
Everyone turns to look at Damian.
Damian looks vaguely betrayed by the universe. “Why is it doing that?”
“They like you,” Dick says.
“That is not an explanation.”
You become Damian’s shadow. You tug on his cape whenever he attempts to leave. You pull his gloves off finger by finger. You grab fistfuls of his hair and laugh at the expression he makes. Once, you stretch the material of his Robin suit and release it like a rubber band. The snap echoes through the Cave. Jason nearly falls over laughing. Damian stares at you in utter outrage. You clap.
He is helpless against you. Damian insists that he is only providing temporary care until a suitable guardian is located. Every proposed guardian receives your lemon expression. When they attempt to take you from Damian’s arms, you scream.
Damian takes you home. He raises you with almost frightening devotion. Your bedroom is beside his. He learns how to prepare your favourite food exactly the right way. He memorises your sleeping patterns and can identify the difference between your hungry cry, frightened cry and I dropped my toy but refuse to retrieve it myself cry.
Titus sleeps beside your cot. Alfred the Cat tolerates your attempts to dress him in tiny capes. Damian secretly keeps every drawing you make of Robin, even the ones where his head is inexplicably triangular.
Bruce worries Damian is trying to use parenthood as penance. Damian denies it fiercely. You are not a punishment. You are not an obligation.
You are his child.
Yet guilt follows him through every year.
Your first word is some toddler approximation of his name. Damian leaves the room and cries where you cannot see him.
He tells himself he will explain the truth when you are old enough. Then you turn five. Seven. Ten. There is never an age at which telling you feels anything other than cruel.
You grow up idolising Robin. Damian remains your favourite person despite developing the emotional range of a locked filing cabinet whenever anyone points this out. You wait for him after patrol. Sit beside him while he paints. Fall asleep against his shoulder during long evenings in the Cave.
You proudly tell people that Damian rescued you. Each time, something inside him twists.
The truth comes out when you are fifteen. You access an old mission file while researching your biological family. The report contains security footage, tactical analysis and Damian’s own account of the operation. You watch him make the decision that destroys your home.
Damian finds you in the Cave. The footage is frozen on the screen behind you. Neither of you speaks for a long time.
“You killed them.”
Damian’s face empties. “Yes.”
He does not claim it was solely an accident. He explains the circumstances, the enemy’s role and the information he lacked, but he never uses those facts to escape responsibility. His decision caused the explosion. You ask whether he took you in because he felt guilty. This question breaks him more completely than the accusation of murder.
“Initially, guilt influenced my refusal to abandon you.”
You flinch.
Damian continues before fear can stop him. “But guilt did not raise you.”
His voice begins to shake. “Guilt did not sit beside your bed when you were ill. It did not learn your favourite stories or remain awake during your first night away from home. Guilt did not love you.”
You cannot look at him.
Damian does not approach. He remembers how eagerly you once reached for him while rejecting everyone else. He knows he has no right to expect you to choose him again.
You leave the Manor. Damian allows it, though every instinct screams at him to follow. He ensures Dick knows where you are. He leaves messages that contain no demand for forgiveness. Most simply say that he hopes you have eaten.
The family are furious with him for waiting so long. Damian accepts every word. Jason understands why he was afraid but tells him fear does not make secrecy harmless. Dick reminds him that you deserved ownership of your own history. Bruce sees too much of his own mistakes in Damian’s silence.
You remain gone for weeks. Damian keeps your room untouched.
When you finally return, it is not because you have forgiven him. You return because you need answers.
Damian gives you everything. Every file. Every recording. The full prophecy. His private reports from the years following the accident. You discover that he attempted to surrender custody of you repeatedly because he believed someone better should raise you.
Every report ends with the same handwritten note: They cried when removed from my care.
Later entries change. They are safest with me.
Then: They are happy here.
Finally: They are my family.
You ask Damian whether he would change what happened.
“Without hesitation.”
“Even if it meant never meeting me?”
Damian closes his eyes. “Your family should be alive.”
It is the correct answer. It still hurts.
Rebuilding your relationship takes years rather than one dramatic conversation. You stop calling him when you are upset. Then begin again. You refuse physical affection for months. The first time you fall asleep beside him after learning the truth, Damian does not move for hours.
Eventually, you understand two truths can exist together. Damian caused the worst thing that ever happened to you. Damian also spent every day afterward loving you with everything he had. Forgiveness does not erase the blood. Anger does not erase the family you became.
Years later, someone asks how Damian became your father. You glance at him. Damian visibly braces himself.
“It’s complicated,” you say.
Then you tug sharply on the back of his shirt and release it with a snap, exactly as you used to do with his Robin suit.
Damian’s expression is murderous. You grin.
Some things survive every revelation.
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Hace un tiempo, volvi a ver Blue Eye Samurai con mi hermana y mi madre, e inmediatamente despues mi hermana y yo quisimos volver a vernos la serie de Avatar: el ultimo maestro aire, debido a que se había liberado la película antes de tiempo. Estos dos conceptos terminaron mezclándose en mi cabeza hasta ahora, que creo que tengo un concepto mas limpio de todo esto:
Mizu!Lectora en Avatar
TW: aluciones a abuso sexual, (lectora) siendo referida como “bebe bastardo”, temas complejos.
Tenemos que admitir que pese a ser una serie para niños, ATLA podía meter temas pezados y oscuros en su historia. Por lo que la idea de alguien como Mizu existiendo en su mundo no solo es posible, sino que hasta probable.
(lectora) viene de una de las muchas colonias del reino tierra, bueno, algo así, es un pueblo que casi nadie conoce, lo suficientemente lejos para no sufrir daños significantes por la guerra, pero demasiado apartado para pedir ayuda cuando fueron atacados, tuvieron la mala suerte de ser asediado por mucho tiempo por la armada de fuego. Hubo unos soldados de la nación del fuego más aprovechados que otros, por lo que incluso después de que se fueron, dejaron marcas en la población de la aldea de (lectora).
En el caso de (lectora), una de esas personas fue su madre.
Cuando (lectora) nació, su madre trato de fingir que todo estaba bien, que no era lo que pensaba, ella podía fingir que (lectora) era hija de su marido mientras ella no tuviera ningún otro parecido con ellos, claro, además de los ojos.
Pero las cosas no salieron como ella quería. (lectora) recuerda vívidamente la primera vez que hizo fuego control, no porque fuera una experiencia divertida o memorable en el buen sentido, sino porque casi quemo el rancho de su padre, y no importa cuanto tiempo pase, no puede olvidar la cara de horror de su madre, porque (lectora) teniendo fuego control solo significaba una cosa, ella lo sabia todo el pueblo ahora lo sabría.
Un bebe bastardo de la nación del fuego. Un recordatorio andante de la peor época en la vida de muchas personas, incluida su madre.
Seh, se que cambie algunos aspectos de la historia de Mizu para que encaje con mi visión creativa, pero puedes ver los paralelismos claramente. Algunos puntos extra sobre esta lectora y posibles relaciones:
• No sabría decir si es que (lectora) fue intimidada mas de lo que fue temida por otros niños debido a su parentesco, una cosa es burlarte de alguien cuando no pueden defenderse ¿pero cuando pueden lanzarte bolas de fuego? No gracias. Gracias a esto esta Mizu!(lectora) no es tan repelente, mas bien no disfruta de causarle miedo a la gente.
• Su relación con su madre es complicada. No creo que su madre la odie en lo más mínimo, pero ella es la prueba viva de un trauma horrible, por lo que hay veces en las que le es difícil verla, otras veces no puede estar tranquila sin tenerla en su vista, por miedo a que “vengan a llevársela”
• El padrastro de (lectora) sabe lo que paso, y probablemente hizo un ojo ciego hasta el incidente del rancho. En todo caso, es como el padre espada de (lectora), trata de evitar que ella busque únicamente venganza (buscar venganza esta bien, pero no quiere que se centre solo en ESO).
• Me gusta mucho la idea de que (lectora) haya entrenado en el arte de la espada con Piandao. Ella hizo toda la artimaña de fingir ser hombre, desde vestirse como tal hasta referirse como uno, pero Piandao supo casi de inmediato que era una chica ¿Cómo? Se negó a contestar, pero su secreto esta a salvo con él.
• Piandao tambien es quien le termina dando cierta información sobre uno de los hombres que (lectora) busca, la que seria su primera kill antes de los eventos de la serie.
• Para los eventos de la serie, puedo verla interactuando con personajes como Zuko pre-arco de redención (plus Iroh) y mas probablemente Jet.
• Zuko es algo asi como su Taigen, tiene un peinado gracioso, habla mucho sobre su honor y parece que esta a 5 segundo de hacer ebuyicion de ira. (lectora) ni siquiera pretende hacerlo enojar cada que le pide su ayuda en su búsqueda del avatar, es solo que cree que la tarea es tan imposible, que le da risa (termina tragándose sus palabras cuando es oficial que el avatar volvió. Oopsie).
• Iroh puede ver el rencor e ira en (lectora), es un tipo diferente a la ira de Zuko, es una ira calmada y metódica, un fuego que en vez de consumirlo todo, hace que la habitación se llene de humo y se te haga imposible respirar. Iroh no piensa decirle que hacer a (lectora), solo quiere que ella tenga cuidado en no morir antes de completar su misión de vengarse.
• En cuanto a Jet, es un caso curioso. Me gusta pensar que se conocieron en el lapso de tiempo que no sabemos de Jet desde su debut hasta su llegada a BaSingSe.
• Jet definitivamente tuvo que pasar por mucho y viajar mucho antes de poder llegar con el resto de refugiados. Como es que él y (lectora) se conocieron es un misterio, pero tengo la sensación de que ella le salvo el pellejo y él NO ESTABA ACEPTANDO ESO por parte de una maestra fuego.
• (incluso si el estilo de pelea de (lectora) se basa mas en lo físico y el manejo de la espada, no hay forma en la que no use su control del fuego para salir de situaciones difíciles).
• La idea de que Jet y (lectora) se vieran forzados a pasar tiempo juntos de camino al transporte para los refugiados, en el trayecto conociéndose más, y Jet llegando a la conclusión de que no todas las víctimas de la nación del fuego son iguales, es simplemente UGH.
• “te trate como el enemigo cuando debi tratarte como otra sobreviviente”
Child Hybrid!wolf reader x tf141 Part 6 Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5
Getting you to trust Price was surprisingly easy. Because the guys were staying for longer than expected and their mission was technically over, they needed a place to stay. Thankfully Alejandro was able to arrange a place for all of them almost directly next to his team. But the place was mostly empty, only really had the major furnishings like beds, couches, and a table. Other than appliances the kitchen was entirely empty, so Price headed out with Alejandro to the store, and so that you could feel more comfortable knowing there was food for you, he also took you.
But before you left the house, Price went out to get you things to help while being out and about. He got you cute bunny ear muffs, both to help hide your ears, and because he knew you had sensitive hearing and being in a store surrounded by people would likely be too much. He got you something small to fidget with and a small stuffed animal, just so you had something to hold. There wasn't much he could do to hide your tail, so he bought a long dress and a long jacket to go over your regular clothes. Price let you choose what you wanted to wear. He just wanted you to be comfortable while still hiding you from the public like Laswell had recommended.
You just stared out the window while driving to the store. You recognized everything, but yet it still looked different to what you remember, maybe that's what happens when you're locked in someone's basement for years. You guys were there before you could dwell on it too much. Price patiently waited for you to get out of the car, you immediately were hiding behind his legs, no one was watching you but you hadn't seen this many people in years, and you're all too aware of how you look compared to normal people. Price walked in the front, letting you hide behind him, and Alejandro walked behind you, not too close to make you feel trapped but close enough to make sure nothing happened to you.
Price didn't rush through the store, but he also didn't linger in one place for too long. At first you just watched Price, saw everything he was looking at and what he picked up. Mostly you just stared blankly, but when he grabbed something sweet you could help staring. Alejandro saw you clutch your stuffed animal harder, mouth slightly open, and he saw the disappointment on your face when Price put it back down. Price moved forward but Alejandro stopped him, he picked up what Price was just looking at “¿Quieres esto?” (Do you want this?) you nodded slowly, and Alejandro passed it to Price to put it in the basket. “Make sure you tell me what you want something, just pull on my shirt” Price waited for you to nod before continuing.
By the time you guys left the store Price somehow had multiple sweet deserts, juices, candy, and even some more crayons in the basket. You happily followed Price to the checkout, hiding behind his leg so the cashier couldn’t see you. Even with you attempting to hide, they still saw you, even offered you a sticker. When you guys got in the car, Price snapped a picture of you, candy in one hand, juice in the other, sticker on your face, you weren’t exactly smiling but you were clearly happy, Price sent the picture to Ghost with a thumbs up.
A while ago, I rewatched Blue Eye Samurai with my sister and my mother, and immediately afterward, my sister and I wanted to rewatch Avatar: The Last Airbender because the movie had been released early. These two concepts ended up mixing in my head until now, when I think I have a clearer understanding of it all:
Mizu! Reader in Avatar
TW: allusions to sexual abuse, (reader) being referred to as a "bastard baby," complex themes.
We have to admit that despite being a children's series, ATLA could include heavy and dark themes in its story. Therefore, the idea of someone like Mizu existing in its world is not only possible, but even probable.
(Reader) comes from one of the many colonies of the Earth Kingdom—well, sort of. It's a village that almost no one knows about, far enough away not to suffer significant damage from the war, but too isolated to call for help when they were attacked. They had the misfortune of being besieged for a long time by the Fire Nation army. Some Fire Nation soldiers were more opportunistic than others, so even after they left, they left their mark on the village's population.
In (Reader's) case, one of those people was her mother.
When (Reader) was born, her mother tried to pretend that everything was fine, that it wasn't what she thought. She could pretend that (Reader) was her husband's daughter as long as she didn't resemble them in any other way, besides the eyes, of course.
But things didn't turn out as she planned. (Reader) vividly remembers the first time she did firebending, not because it was a fun or memorable experience in a good way, but because she almost burned down her father's ranch. And no matter how much time passes, she can't forget her mother's horrified face, because (Reader) having firebending meant only one thing, and she knew it. Now the whole town would know it too.
A bastard baby of the Fire Nation. A walking reminder of the worst time in many people's lives, including her mother's.
Yeah, I know I changed some aspects of Mizu's story to fit my creative vision, but you can see the parallels clearly. Some extra points about this reader and possible relationships:
•I couldn't say whether (reader) was bullied more than feared by other children because of her "family connection". It's one thing to make fun of someone when they can't defend themselves, but when they can throw fireballs at you? No thanks. Thanks to this, Mizu (reader) isn't so social repulsive; rather, she doesn't enjoy scaring people.
•Her relationship with her mother is complicated. I don't think her mother hates her in the slightest, but she's living proof of a terrible trauma, so there are times when it's hard for her to look at her, and other times she can't rest easy without her in sight, for fear that "someone will come and take her away."
•(reader)'s stepfather knows what happened, and he probably turned a blind eye until the ranch incident. In any case, he's like (reader)sword father, trying to prevent her from solely seeking revenge (seeking revenge is fine, but he doesn't want her to focus only on THAT).
•I really like the idea that (reader) trained in swordsmanship with Piandao. She went to all the trouble of pretending to be a man, from dressing like one to referring to herself like one, but Piandao knew almost immediately that she was a girl. How? he refused to answer, but her secret is safe with him.
•Piandao is also the one who ends up giving her some information about one of the men (reader) is looking for, which would be her first kill before the events of the series. For the events of the series, I can see her interacting with characters like Zuko pre-Redemption arc (plus Iroh) and most likely Jet.
•Zuko is kind of like her Taigen; he has a funny hairstyle, talks a lot about his honor, and seems like he's five seconds away from exploding in anger. (Reader) doesn't even intend to anger him every time she asks for his help in her search for the Avatar; she just thinks the task is so impossible that it makes her laugh (she ends up eating her words when it's officially confirmed that the Avatar has returned. Oops).
•Iroh can see the resentment and anger in (Reader). It's a different kind of anger than Zuko's; it's a calm and methodical anger, a fire that, instead of consuming everything, fills the room with smoke, making it impossible to breathe. Iroh doesn't intend to tell (Reader) what to do; he just wants her to be careful not to die before completing her mission of revenge.
•As for Jet, he's a curious case. I like to think they met during the period of time we don't know about Jet, from his debut until his arrival in BaSingSe. Jet definitely had to go through a lot and travel a long way before he could reach the rest of the refugees. How he and (reader) met is a mystery, but I have a feeling she saved his skin and he WASN'T ACCEPTING THAT from a firebender.
•(Even if (reader)'s fighting style is more physical and sword-based, there's no way she wouldn't use her firebending to get out of tough situations). The idea that Jet and (reader) were forced to spend time together on the way to the refugee transport, getting to know each other better along the way, and Jet coming to the conclusion that not all victims of the Fire Nation are the same, is just UGH.
•"I treated you like the enemy when I should have treated you like a survivor."
