#spinnerofink

Okay, so, it’s not all strictly about couchsurfing, but it does mostly have to do with moving around a lot. And there’s some melancholy tunes in here, along with the more raucous numbers. I tried my best. (Also, you get a bonus song, because I obviously had to include the W/IFS song which you gave me as a prompt.)

other people’s apartments & couches & clothes

World/Inferno Friendship Society - Hothouse Flowers (laments and rowdy songs / hymns about sin / high lifes and reels / a tarentell violin / other people's apartment's and couches and clothes / young again / lost again / here we are / here we go)

Enola Gay - Sofa Surfing (I’ve got this weekend comin’ and it’s on repeat / I’ve been sofa surfing from suite to settee / From dusk till dawn now it’s blinding me / Gotta get off my hole and order my taxi)

Friendly Foes - Couch Surfing

The Replacements - Here Comes a Regular (And sometimes I just ain't in the mood / To take my place in back with the loudmouths / You're like a picture on the fridge that's never stocked with food / I used to live at home, now I stay at the house)

Peter Case - The Open Road Song (I'll seek my fortune in the wide world / Take my chances in the cold / Come what may I'll be okay / If I could only find a stretch of open road)

anyways 1. Dick picturing getting shot by joker (hate that comics forget he also almost died via Joker) & 2. Jason seeing orange (dies in a fire) >:)

Had to google it and HOLY SHIT this terrifying and had me grinning like a mad man

I imagine Dick just right before he stopped being Robin, still in his last year in high school. He's with some friends in a school trip, normal friends, the young and stupid type, the ones that might be considered a bad influence but you don't really care. They're stupid and drunk and hey have you heard about that other version of crack an egg in your head?

It's stupid, but they're drunk and what's the big deal anyway? They play. When it's Dick's turn he has an indulgent smile, he's Robin and he's a Flying Grayson, this shit ain't enough to scare him. Dick closes his eyes. They start.

Maybe is the fact there's only their voices echoing as one, maybe is how human Dick feels like this, maybe is the fact he's drunk and rebelling, but there's a shiver running down his spine.

People are dying children are crying. Concentrate concentrate

A specially pointy finger between his ribs. Fingers too light dripping down on his back.

People are dying children are crying

Dick's alone on the edge, looking down to the vastness

You're alone on the edge and someone pushes you

Dick falls just like his parents fell that night. Except...not.

He lies and says he saw green. Weirdly fitting and edgy enough to send a nervous laugh around the group.

But later that night, when Dick's alone on his bed, already getting sober, is the gun barrel he keeps seeing on his mind, a sick laugh playing on his ears.

AND HOHOHOH JASON MY DEAREST

Jason plays by pressure, he thinks it's a stupid morbid game and with his mother recently dead he can't quite shake the uneasiness from his bones. But he's with some kids, and Jason doesn't want to be known as the group chicken, so he scowls and pretends he's fine.

For him, there's too much giggling around for the eerie effect, somewhere in the middle he can hear a police car passing. He tries to relax.

There's a rope around his neck. Someone pushes and Jason does his part, tilting his head to make it look like he's hanged.

He must be dizzy, because his feet lose their balance for only a second, someone pushes him and there's a bright orange behind his eyelids. He can't help it. He screams.

Everyone laughs, and Jason laughs along because no one likes a sore chicken. He makes sure to push the next person extra hard.

Jason somehow manages to forget this.

hahaha perfect timing them xD

of course!

when i reached into my pouch for you, these three leapt into my hand: othala, inguz, and algiz.

for othala, what stands out to me are the concepts of home, your roots, and learning from the past. on your path into this next chapter, bear in mind who you are and where you came from, and do not forget the lessons you learned there. your home in the future cannot exist without acknowledgment of the home in the past. we sow before we reap.

inguz - how delightful! speaking of reaping, this rune always fills me with such a sense of abundance. fertile, lively, tasty. the pleasure of forward motion. the pleasure of pleasure. the luxury of growth, of creation. live in this journey, revel in every step, the experience will make your life richer, your inner self is growing and blooming as we speak.

and algiz keeps us from getting our head too far in the clouds: do not give in to impulse, do not sway in the face of resistance. optimism grounded in realism. roadblocks can be overcome. the word recovery is lingering in my mind; it feels necessary to add. do not be afraid to ask for help, too - you may be surprised at how freely it is given.

one thing i was thinking about playing with is babs & control, as the oracle she has moments she's out of control (the City mainly speaks in dial-up noises so she has to translate/weird binary-coded dreams where the eidetic memory comes in handy) and/or babs and spyware ("ceaseless watcher turn your gaze upon this wreched thing" but make it slightly more cyberpunk--)?

also in this au there's a few forces at work: the caves, the city, & the asylum, not quite in direct conflict but def with different vibes and different types of areas they control. the city is, of course, gotham city proper and all the wires and neon buzzing and electricity-- tho it doesn't quite understand computers yet, which is where babs might hopefully come in? i'm kinda at "throw things at the wall and see what sticks" point but i wanted to ask if any of this babble sparked any ideas in you? i hear there's a brainiac arc that i should read. i already read (and loved) both secret files with "you served her better in this form" & oracle: year one! <3

hey thanks for reading and thanks even more for replying! <3

Your idea sounds interesting but heads up I'm not sure if it's super my genre, so I'm not sure how much help I'll be.

With Babs if you want to get her good, I highly recommend she has instances where we can see her in control, or grappling for control/not wanting to be out of control. Like she should be able to do stuff, not just passively receive information from some omniscient source (IDK if that's already in the plan, I don't know how real oracle tropes go).

But like. she's going to want to be in control, that's a very big thing for her, and if you want to do her well you don't want her to be like... punished narratively for it? Like let her succeed, and often times yes, it is at the cost of her mental health, but that's what she does.

and like. make sure she has her own goals that aren't about the city, she does thinks she thinks are sensible not just b/c the city says.