something something everybody who worked on the project hail mary team got a hat and grace gave rocky a hat as soon as he could even though he can't wear it in the typical fashion because they're a team now
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absolutely insane to me that people don’t see the school system as a problem. They think it’s completely fine and normal for a kid to be forced to go someplace they absolutely despise for eight hours a day. And people will blame it on the KIDS?? Like if literally 70% of children HATE going to school, your gut reaction shouldn’t be, “skill issue, stay there for your entire day”
If/When the 3rd season rolls around, I don't know for certain if they'd pick up immediately where the 2nd left off. Specifically with Fagin in a coffin 6 feet under. Given the 6 month time-skip between 1 and 2, I imagine there might be some length of time between 2 and 3? Can't say for sure. But I cannot stop thinking about how the characters would reunite at the hospital.
Belle enters the building with Jack and- well, Hetty and the Fox Family were the only ones made aware of his departure (iirc?), so it'd really just be them relieved to see he hadn't left.
Then Boxer comes stumbling in with a grievously wounded Sneed, so Jack and Belle must operate. But as they're in the middle of it, the gang comes in and goes to Jack all like, "Hey, sorry. Fagin is dead,"
And Jack just kind of exhales a laugh and goes, "No he isn't,"
And the lot of them begin to bicker until someone admits that Fagin has been buried. And Jack, with his forearms stained with the blood of his injured and possibly dying coworker, shouts something along the lines of, "YOU BURIED HIM?!"
Like- genuinely there would be so many moving pieces to that Season 3 intro. A series of new information coming forth and culminating in the emergency-operation on Dr. Sneed whilst the gang rushes to the burial plot where they boxed in a very much alive Fagin who grows ever closer to suffocating by the minute.
Jason sighed as the tablet in his hands flashed with alerts. “You shouldn’t be here.”
“How did the meeting with Black Bat go?” Bruce asked instead of responding, because of course he did.
“You know it went fine,” Jason said, trying not to snap. “Besides, everyone likes her, there was a good chance it was always going to go fine.”
“We both know trauma isn’t always that easy,” Bruce said, his tone carefully modulated to be gentle. It rankled Jason, like it always did.
Jason took a breath and let his chin drop to his chest for a moment. Bruce didn’t mean it like that. He knew that now. This was Bruce trying as best as he was able— it wasn’t just another mask. Bruce just had to put effort into emotions that made it seem forced. Jason pushed away his flair of temper; it was harder to do than he’d like after too much worry and too little sleep.
“Ja—”
“I’m fine. It’s just like you said, trauma isn’t always that easy. I’m fine,” Jason said as he waved the concern away. “And names. You know we’re sticking to code names still.”
Bruce tilted his head, observing Jason through the white lenses. (That used to rankle too.)
“You thinking there’s a chance he’ll run.”
Jason sighed. He gave an exaggerated shrug to cover the worry that ran through him at the question. “Not run, exactly. I think he doesn’t believe that he can stay— that it’s even on the table. I think that we’re his last hope and he doesn’t believe in hope anymore.”
Bruce didn’t move. Jason gave him time to think that over.
“That’s why he doesn’t want to see… Wayne,” Bruce said, slowly, like he was feeling the idea out. “He doesn’t expect to get anything from him so it’s better to be healed up first.”
Jason shrugged again.
“Figure so. But also once that meeting happens, whatever happens, then all of this,” Jason motioned to the safe house, “is over as far as he knows. If he puts off the meeting, he puts off the risk of losing the first safety that I think he’s hand in a long, long time.”
Bruce’s shoulders hunched and he almost blended back into the shadows by the window. “If he’s already posed for it to go badly…”
“B, that’s not your fault,” Jason said— had to say. “The kid’s been through hell, maybe by his own family, of course he’s going to expect the worst.”
It was a long moment and then Bruce nodded, just once. “What’s the plan?”
If Jason really had his way, the plan would be to deal with all these ill feelings, but that’s not what anyone in the family was good at, him included. It would be what it would be.
“We’ll have BB over again for a meal tomorrow. I’m sure it will keep going well and she can help be on watch that night. We think it’s best to give that a few days before we introduce O or anyone else new, so you have to keep the rest of the horde reigned in,” Jason said pointedly. Then a though occurred to him. “Where is the little spawn anyways?”
“He’s on the roof across the block.”
“Yeah, is he? Because that was a lot of alerts—”
“Hood!”
Jason didn’t think before he was striding across the room towards Danny’s room. The kid was standing in the door. White hair stark in the low light. Green eyes bright.
Glowing.
Wide with fear.
“Danny?”
“Someone else is here,” Danny said. His voice was almost too quiet to hear, but Jason could half swear he felt it in his very bones. Danny reached out and clung onto the sleeve of Jason’s hoodie. A cold settled into Jason’s bones along with the vibration of the soft words. “Someone touched by death. Can you feel them too? They’re not not like us. They haven’t died. They haven’t died, but they reek of death. Hood, what are they?”
“Hey, it’s okay. You’re safe here, remember?” Jason assured Danny automatically. The words rolled out of his mouth without Jason having to even think about them, which was good, because Jason’s mind was still caught on Danny’s words: They’re not like us. They haven’t died. “Some Bats just stopped by to check on us.”
Was it Bruce? Did all of Gotham’s death cling to his shoulders like his cape?
Was it Damian? Was it the stench of the Pits?
Or did Jason miss something else slipping in with all of the other alarms.
“We’ll go check on Nightwing together, alright? I bet he has a little red and black guest who slipped in,” Jason said. He twisted his hand to hold Danny’s. The cold bit at his skin. He didn’t let go.
He hoped he was right.
He had a hard time believing in hope too.
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AN: A myyyyyyyystery *wiggly fingers*. Gods I'm so tired.
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