New article in Gotham Gazette? A famous five-star reviewer already wrote a comment on what unethical methods the writer had used, along with debunking the rest of the article. And guess what? It has more likes than the original post.

New restaurant opened? Another famous critique just finished polishing a very detailed post regarding everything inside it — the decor, the cooking techniques, the service (he almost never picks up on waiters, though). It is so on the spot that, honestly, the owners can't even argue with the review.

New movie? Uh-uh, be sure you write your characters properly. New vigilante? Get detailed information on your methods of work and fighting style — and, hey, it might be even useful. New book? Be careful, someone is about to kick your ass on the Internet, unless written worthy.

The funniest part? No one assumes that it is the same person.

And the batfamily? Well, they have no time for this. Expect for... Tim.

Tim, sending a link to Vale's article: Hood. Drag her ass.

Jason: lol

Jason: give me, like, an hour–

Tim: Had I told you you are my favourite?

Jason: i might have an idea, yeah

Tim: Hood. The new restaurant is so ass. They are also homophobic and stared at me and Kon the whole evening like we killed someone. Do something.

Jason: sec

(The restaurant gets closed in, like, two days after that)

Tim: Jason. Bruce pisses me off this week.

Jason: LOL

Jason: wake up, birdie, the new article shitting on Batman's technics just dropped

The boys!

I turn to Ares.

Thanks to Tyler Miles Lockett who allowed me to draw inspiration from his ARES piece for page 2! Look at his etsy page it's SICK

Or even worse: each of them would realise that the the other one had done the same, and was risking horrific tortures should anyone ever find out.

((I am having feelings about Laddie and his relationship(s) with the Boys, okay. All the fandom attention is usually on Laddie & Dwayne for obvious reasons, so I decided to do something a little different.))

-x-

Laddie woke up tangled in the blankets on the bed he slept in with Star, feeling confused and upset. Who were those people? The dream had been strange: he had walked in the sunshine and its warmth kissed his skin like the lady with the red hair. She was beautiful and her smile was just for him as she looked down at him adoringly. There had been a house, and a dog that jumped around and ran after a frisbee if Laddie threw it. There was a man too, sawing lengths of wood for the tree house he was building. Somehow Laddie knew he was building it for him. 

He felt like he knew those people, or that he should know them. 

He felt like he loved them, and that they loved him too. 

Laddie couldn’t explain what was wrong when Star asked him; his throat kept closing up and he kept hiccupping when he tried to talk. He could feel the eyes of his big brothers watching him and that made it worse, because he didn’t want to be a little baby, he wanted to be a big boy like they were. “I wanna go home,” he gasped finally, sobbing as he finally managed to get the words out. “I – I want my Mommy.” 

Across the room David went very still, holding a cigarette halfway to his lips. He lowered it and snapped his lighter shut, slapping it down on the arm of his wheelchair before making his way over to the bed. He knelt on the mattress, knocking Star’s stroking hands away from Laddie’s hair to grip his chin with iron fingers.  

“This is your home now Laddie,” he said. His blue eyes were cold. “You don’t like it here with us?” 

“David,” Star said, tone reproachful. She put her hands on Laddie’s shoulders like she wanted to pull him away but didn’t quite dare. “He’s a little boy and he’s had a bad dream – you leave him alone.” 

David ignored her. “We’re your family,” he went on, then, when Laddie only sniffled and shook his head in protest: “Don't you love us anymore?” 

Laddie only cried harder, had cried no, meaning that no, David was wrong, because he did love them. He loved them all: his big brothers and his big sister Star, and he was sorry if he’d hurt David’s feelings, he didn’t mean it.  

“Then what’s all the fuss about, huh?” David asked, chucking him under the chin and giving him a faint grin. “No need to get all mopey over a silly old dream.” The smile didn’t go into his eyes though as he looked over Laddie’s shoulder up at Star. “Forget about all that other stuff, it doesn’t matter anymore. You’re here with us – that's all you need.” 

“Okay,” Laddie agreed, rubbing at his cheeks with his fist. He felt a bit silly for crying, he was meant to be a big boy. He wanted to give David a hug but it wasn’t easy with him like it was with Dwayne or Paul. Them he could hug any time, but David and Marko were different. He hesitated a bit too long and the moment passed by.  

So he was surprised when David wrapped an arm around his waist and lifted him onto his hip as he stood up. “You want ice cream, kiddo?”  

Laddie brightened instantly: normally the ice cream shop was closed by the time they got to the Boardwalk. But, like Paul always said, locked doors couldn’t keep you out if you were really determined to get in somewhere. “Can I have fudge?” he asked. “And sprinkles?” 

David raised his eyebrows at him like he’d just asked a very silly question. “Of course. Boys!” he called out across the lobby. “We’re doing an ice cream run!” Paul and Marko immediately began whooping and yelling ‘ice cream!’ like toddlers and bumping their chests together. Dwayne came over to take Laddie off David and swung the boy onto his back. His feet left the ground and he started drifting around the cave, miming swimming through the air while Laddie’s laughter rang off the walls. 

David looked back over his shoulder at Star and held out his hand. “You coming?” 

Ok so this is purely my opinion on this very random subject but enjoy what I think Nyx and the vamps from Shadows of the Night by @charlizekkelly would smell like as someone who works in a small cosmetics store. This is purely based on descriptions in the book as well as the vibes I got while reading. Take this with a grain of salt.

Nyx: I feel like Nyx would enjoy the fragrances from Maison Margiela but specifically Autumn Vibes and Jazz Club. However I feel like Not A Perfume from Juliette has a Gun would also suit her.

Orion: Ok so I have two fragrances that I feel would work for him. The first being Ombré Leather by Tom Ford. It’s a very strong fragrance with heavy leather notes that softens as it settles. The second being Wanted from Azzaro it’s a softer woodsy scent with hints of spice

Kotori: Luna Rossa Carbon or Ocean by Prada. I feel like both would suit him. Carbon is a warm woodsy fragrance and Ocean is more of an aquatic spicy scent.

Kade: Personally I feel like Kade has a little bit of a respectful fuck boy energy (i mean this in a good way I swear) and so I think Eros from Versace would suit him. Guilty Black from Gucci is also one that seems like something he would wear

Nico: Niko has that respectful and flirty personality and there are a few scents that would work. I’d say Myslf from YSL or Aqua Di Gio would both suit him.

Also I feel like K from Dolce & Gabbana would work for any of the vamps

When Marko pushes buttons a little too much because he wants the other person to blow up, when Paul refuses to engage and allows a plan to fall through simply because he feels like it. When Dwayne gives people the silent treatment on purpose, or David decides that it really is 'my way or the highway' and means it.

Everyone had bad days. Everyone has shitty nights. Sometimes, the impulse to take that out on the people around them wins.

Sometimes, it ends in simply sitting at opposite corners of the cave, keeping their hands to themselves until the mood ends.

Sometimes it ends in blood and teeth and words they don't mean.

But.

No matter what, they are safe. The pack will not leave them. When they are ready for wounds to be licked, they can come back. When they are ready to speak, they will be heard. If they must scream, there will always be ears to hear and a voice to scream with them.

There are nights when the boys don't like each other.

very totally normal how before, for nearly 90% of the rest of the movie was just 'bad boy vampire bikers' and 'wouldst thou like to live to sick 80s rock backdrop and leather' and 'come to the dark side of your lust and aggression'

but then

in the last fifteen minutes

Paul says something that a horror movie monster shouldn't, and it forever altered how every watcher viewed the supposed antagonists of this story and sparked every fix-it fic I've yet read in this fandom

"You killed Marko."

the pain. the accusation. the revenge for what we can only now see as a fallen family member