#thebirdwillwright

big brain: jason get fussy about cooking so dick pretends to be bad at it to rile him up cause jasons scowl is so cute

huge brain: dick now associates cooking w Jason so rarely cooks with others after his baby brothers death because its hard for him to cook alone let alone with someone else

massive brain: dick associated cooking with his mother and father and his family at halys circus so he avoided it but learnt to love it again through cooking with Jason

ginormous brain: damian enlists him to help cook some dishes Damian misses and damian helps dick get over cooking with out Jason and it become their thing

gotham is sentent, shes slowly waking up- it took her 6 months to resurect jason todd, but as she grew more awake, she got more powerful

steph did die. leslie tried every thing to keep her alive, but it was in vain.

when gotham resurrected steph, gotham took control of her body/ or steph wandered out, brain dmaged due to oxygen deprivaion and various trauma

either way- steph is semi alive, and leslie is distraught over losing her body, but dousent report it to batman as shes afraid of his reaction. she trys to launch her own investigation, and carrys the guilt with her every day

steph manages to survive while slowly recovering, and being semi possessed by the city, she makes a costume, and all black suit with a hood. she patrols and gives tip offs in the bowery. her appearances are kept hush due to solidarity or being chalked up as other bats.

thank you!!!

so mmmm first one- the authority integrating w the dc universe! i have a rough plan, but oghhhh its gonna be tragic- leaving behind a dying world, heaving with the mistakes you made, a fresh start away from your sins- but your peers are still there and still hate you[wildcats n the other teams], having to deal with a world that is so fundamentally different from wildstorm. all of them having to grappel with the loss of their universe, and being thrust into a new one, some are happy that better worlds are out there [shen, mid n apollo[look i like them deranged as i can but they do want a better world- but now they have to recon with being incompatible with it]] others are cut off from the core of their power- jack- who can connect with the citys still, but its not the citys he knew- angie who love exploring the new world- but still feels the loss, keeps referring to papers never writen. keeps going to a grave that dousent exist [shen n jack to]

so long sprawling deep dives and breakdowns of the characters in a new world! a journey where you cant go back and can only try to remake yourself ina world so fundamentally different from your own, to watch the sun rise on a [relatively] peaceful world- and know you have no place in it

HE LOVES HIS BROTHER HE FEELS SO GUILTYYYYYY

also the dicotamy of bruce seeing his son and his soilder seperate and dick calling the ghost of robin jasonnn

dick, calling red hood jason, accepting him as his brother,,,, but bruce refusingggg tooo

-

Jason did not tense. he was to good for that,, but he took care in his actions, walking towards the front desk with his usual swagger.

there, eyes on him. from the side, up. the CCTV systems. no, the second group of surveillance equipment right next to the faulty cameras.

if this wasn't who he though it was he might be in danger. well Gotham had been surprisingly quiet, this excitement would be welcome

he gave the receptionist a lopsided grin, "anything i should know"

"you have a visitor for you. one-" and here she let out a skeptical sigh alongside a raised eyebrow "- Mr Adam Blake"

the grin turned genuine. this should be fun

"hes up in your office. walked right in" through the several layers of security went unsaid.

he nodded in thanks. as he walked away she asked "and who is Mr Blake?"

"an old friend" he threw over his shoulder

"so you wont need a cleaning service?" she questioned

he laughed, turning to face her across the lobby again as he pressed the buttons on the elevator. "lets just put a pin in that"

-

"will i be king?"

"will you speak riddles that will end up with my death as i try to run from my fate, just to succumb to it"

words drip into the frozen air, dispersing "the cycle. you run from it only to find yourself in its arms. we tread the paths laid out in the manners of our souls. 'er to watch the other paths, ne'er to tread them"

"is this just another path i must tread? every faltering footstep mapped on my soul?"

"do you not speak? do you not tempt and advise?"

"do you damn me to this, this silence, this void? drive me to madness through the lack of your actions"

the void said nothing back. the wind gushing the words away.

the gold yet dripped into the snow

i should do more poetry/prose fusion stories. this was rrly fun to rediscover and continue.