'Why is it still raining?'

the hero going into battle and a General, who always gave them shit for being inexperienced, sees a big pimple on their face, reminding them that the hero is still going through puberty

an afab hero getting their first period on a mission and freaking out, getting help and products from an older healer, who offers some kind words with an aching heart

a comatose hero being visited by their normal school teacher and classmates, which hits their hero mentors like a slap

at a victory celebration, the hero is denied alcohol as they are not of age

hero making a joking remark like never having even paid a bill or not having a credit card (or something equivalent to the setting)

after a late night strategy meeting, the hero falls asleep on the table. the room falls quiet when a team member picks them up, and looks like a parent carrying their kid to bed

the hero’s voice cracks in the middle of giving a speech. the hero is embarrassed, everyone else is silently looking down

a traitor/spy goes through the heroes stuff and, instead of just weapons or important documents, mainly discovers crumpled notes from friends, doodles, and half-finished sheets of homework

hero sees kids their own age playing, arguing, or laughing somewhere safe, and pauses. someone has to call their name to bring them back to the mission

A nurse inconveniently missing the vein for the IV multiple times.

“Rate your pain.” “…Eight.” “Two? I’ll let the doctor know to lower your dose.”

Being sedated whenever Whumpee gets too “aggressive” even though they’re trying to communicate that they’re in pain.

Whumpee asking to talk to the doctor, but getting “They’re busy helping people who deserve it.”

Meal trays being left on the table, just out of Whumpee’s reach.

The room is set cold, lights left on. They don’t bother giving Whumpee a blanket.

Once Whumpee is walking, the humiliation and dread of asking to be uncuffed from the bedrail just to use the bathroom.

Pressing the call button, but no one comes for hours.

And then that one heart-of-gold nurse, or even Hero, finally comes to check in on them.

Finding Whumpee with bruises all over their arms, shivering on the bed with their wrist attached awkwardly to the bedrail.

Even though they’re usually stoic about pain, Whumpee is writhing on the bed, desperately trying not to make too much noise for fear of being sedated again.

As soon as Hero realizes what’s happened they leave and return in strength, bringing Team with them. Hero approaches the reception desk and at first they aren’t noticed. They clear their throat and a tired overworked receptionist grumbles “please take a number and fill out the forms here. We will be with you as soon as we can” in a monotone voice. “I have a patient under your care in my jurisdiction and unfortunately this cannot wait” finally the receptionist looks up and bluescreens seeing half the well known super hero team stood infront of her. Stunlocked, she nods “ yo-*ahem* you know where the room is?” Hero confirms the room number, then blazes through the halls, Team following behind, wearing their best “get out of my way face”. It’s not even an act.

The kind hearted nurse is there waiting and easily steps aside as they approach. Unfortunately there is also a rare sight of a doctor actually there. Though he is just there to sedate the Villain again. The Kind Nurse quietly relays this information to the team and Hero steps forward stopping the process. “That will not be necessary at this time doctor. We will be conducting an interrogation and need Villain conscious and lucid.”

“wha- Here?? In the hospital?”

“the information we need is time sensitive. We were intending to wait for recovery but the time line has moved up”

the doctor stepped back away from the bed but didn’t leave. Hero stared at them, The Strongman leading over their shoulder at the doctor threateningly.

“it is also need to know. You and your staff will have to leave”

The doctor sputtered “but! This man is incredibly dangero—“

Hero cut him of “Do not call our capabilities into question doctor.” Hero said the last word with more force than intended “rest assured I have brought with me the team I will need to complete my objective”

the doctor puffed up his chest eyeing The Strongman, “even so he is still a patient in critical condition and needs to be monitored”

Hero resisted rolling their eyes. They stepped to the side and gestured to the other member they had brought with them. “I have brought Medic with me for that purpose. They are well trained in first aid and emergency care. If anything they cannon handle crops up, we will call for you. Now shoo. All of you”

reluctantly the hospital staff vacated the room, Kind Nurse nodded, clearly impressed, and quietly handed Hero a spare key card before closing the door with a click.

Hero waited only a moment before swiping the card and locking the door. Tension seeped from their shoulders now their team was finally alone with villain. Hero tuned and nodded to Medic, who immediately went to Villains bed side.

carefully they removed the restraints, readjusting them to be more comfortable (and changing them out for ones only Super Team had keys too so they couldn’t be mangled again). then they checked over Villains injuries, noting quite a few more than what they’d left them with (the bruises from the botched iv jobs and the chaffing and cuts from the restraints)

While Medic checked Villian over Hero took in the room. There were security cameras, but it was a closed system that linked back to the Super Teams hq. All the rooms set aside for both hero’s and villains had them, to protect their identities and privacy while they healed. Hero made sure they weren’t tapped or being watched before turning back to villain.

Villian managed to whipper through labored breathing, “I don’t know what you want. Whatever it is I don’t know anything.” He was interrupted by a moan of pain that shook his chest and didn’t try to speak again. Medic quickly went to work on preparing pain killers.

Hero turned away from the cameras towards Villian. When they spoke their voice was much softer than it had been when talking to the doctors “that was a ruse really. To get them out of the vicinity. The only question I have for you is this: what did they do to you? Or more likely, didn’t do?”

Villain stared at Hero in pained befuddled confusion. Eyes flicking between them and The Strongman now sitting in the corner, his death glare dropped to his usual cinnamon bun behavior, and Medic at his side

Now, with Caretaker, they have that. Cold water on tap, a bed filled with soft blankets and pillow, every day is filled with peaceful minutes. They haven’t wanted anything for months. They’d almost forgotten what it felt like, to want for something out of reach.

That is, until during some random quiet afternoon, an ad on the TV scrolled by.

It was something silly, cheesy and gimmicky and 19.99 plus shipping and handling. But they wanted it. And almost immediately they resigned themselves to not getting it, ever.

It wasn’t a big deal, it was stupid, they didn’t need it, but every time the commercial was on, they watched.

Caretaker notices, of course they do. They’d been worried honestly, Whumpee didn’t seem sad, or scared, or upset, and that was exactly what they’d been working towards this whole time, but they seemed a little…hollow. Kind of listless sometimes, and though Caretaker didn’t want to push, Whumpee had to have more aspirations than just, sleeping and wandering all day.

But they chalked it up to needing more time to recover, relearn what they liked, and what interested them. So when they see how they perked up at the commercial, how their eyes followed the demos, Caretaker happily sent off 19.99 plus shipping and handling, and waited.

The box arrived on a grey Tuesday, and the knock at the door made both of them jump. Whumpee lingered in the living room while Caretaker answered the door, accepting a brown box with a familiar looking logo across the side.

When Caretaker turned around, Whumpee looked away, pretending like they hadn’t been watching like a hawk from down the hall.

They set the box down, and call Whumpee over with a grin, saying it was for them, come do the honors. When Whumpee opened the box, it was like a kid on Christmas. They looked from it to Caretaker, confused but unable to hide their excitement.

Caretaker says they seemed to like the commercials. Whumpee looked back down into the box. Inside was a gigantic art kit, oil pastels, water colors, markers, pencils, erasers, brushes, everything. They didn’t know what they were going to make with it, but just the thought of it made them light up.

They thanked Caretaker over and over the following days, which they waved off, it was an absolutely minuscule price to pay to see Whumpee as excited as they were.

It takes a while for them to actually use it, instead of just running their fingers over the rows of pastels and brushes, but soon their entire room is littered with sketches, paintings, doodles and drawings.

Caretaker hangs up a bulletin board, restocks the paper, and finds a series of paint along videos for Whumpee to follow, and beams with pride.

"oh fuck, what have i done? that's a kid!"

Oooooo my life is good, I’m getting whumpy tidbits in my inbox now 🥹

What do I do?? What do I say?? *Panicking because I still feel like I’m new to this*

So, first of all, yes to this idea. Whumperflies were felt.

• Love this former villain mentor. Like, maybe they’ve chilled out over the years, but something from their past life reared its ugly head when they saw their little mentees hurt. They lose their grasp on the control they’ve worked so hard to keep over the years. When they see Villain, they see red, and their fists/weapon/powers hit harder than normal. If mentees are watching, they are low-key horrified.

• Orrr maybe Mentor has always been edgy, even as a hero. So when Mentor suddenly freaks out and cradles this limp little body to their chest, the mentees know something is really, really wrong.

• Either way, the guilt from Mentor is a fine angsty treat. Maybe they see some of their younger self in Villain.

🏳️‍⚧️ TRANSGENDER DAY OF VISIBILITY 🏳️‍⚧️

Love-bombing: A manipulation tactic of increasing affection and grand gestures before or after doing something abusive, specifically to weasel one's way out of consequences.

What it is not: A streak of affection and generosity towards friends/loved ones.

Trauma-bonding: Knowingly traumatizing someone to take advantage of their vulnerable state, to then act like the "hero" or the one who cheers them up.

What it is not: Bonding over similar traumas.

Gaslighting: *Knowingly* convincing someone they cannot trust their own perception of a situation in pursuit of one's own narrative.

What it is not: Misaligned perception of events.

Narcissist: Someone afflicted with Narcissistic Personality Disorder, a traumagenic cluster B disorder, that struggles with self-obsession, paranoia, craving validity from the public, delusions of grandeur, and social disconnection.

It is not: Your rubbish ex that cheated on you.

Thank you for coming to my TED Talk.

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