Pitching my " Bruce and Harley long lost twins " AU because Margot Robbie and Robert Pattinson look eerily similar and it gave me brainrot-
I feel like Falcone had a hand in separating them, breaking the proud Wayne clan apart ,- what's a daughter missing? Gotham's mean to it's girls, so it'll be just fitting for one to die before they lived.
Maybe it happens when Falcone's still considered a family friend. He offers to drive Martha to the hospital when Thomas can't, and Alfred neither.
As Martha Wayne screams the town down, he has a friendly chat with the staff.
Martha KNOWS she had twins; she just knows. But when she asks, everyone's so puzzled. " Mrs. Wayne, you had a boy; Just... One boy."
" That can't be right," she sniffs, even if she's holding Bruce so tightly to her, a hollow void eats her where her daughter should be. " I had a girl. I know I did. Thomas- Tommy picked that silly name for her, after his pet rabbit. I know it!"
Martha Wayne wasn't thrown in Arkham because she was dangerous; She was locked up because she was a grieving woman, and Thomas Wayne can make that go away, but he can't get his daughter back. She did exist. She was someone.
They have Bruce, until they don't.
CONSIDER THIS; Harley and Riddler in the same orphanage. Him spitting on Bruce even after his parents were murdered, and Harley feeling a sense of wanting to protect Bruce from it??
She doesn't know why. Her fists itch and twitch to punch long and wiry Eddie Nygma in the teeth for saying Bruce deserves it.
Because yes, he's a rich kid. A rich kid with dead parents rotting in the ground.
" So? You're so fucking stupid, Harley. He has MONEY now! He'll be FINE. Meanwhile, US gutter spawns here-"
Harley remembers Eddie holding down Jenny Jameson. Four years old, playful and clueless in a way Gotham murders young.
She remembers her screaming while Eddie shoved rusty nails in her mouth for taking his apple.
He doesn't care about anyone but his goddam self. He couldn't understand Bruce Wayne. Or her.
She never had any family, but doesn't that suck more? To have something love you that only death could make it stop? She sees Bruce Wayne's grief striken ashy face in that square TV.
She grieves, too. She doesn't know why. She just does.
God I love Bruce and Harley being roomates; Meeting as adults, - or as close to adulthood as they'll ever be able to touch.
Bruce doesn't understand why she hangs out with Eddie and Jack. Jack just rubs him the wrong way and Eddie looks at him, hateful edge sharp and cutting and Bruce doesn't mind that;
But he does mind Harley being around them. Especially Jack. " Ah, ya just don't know howtta have fun, Brucie. This is COLLEGE. Be there or be square. Cause he doesn't invite just anyone, ya know?"
" He smells like... Smoke. And bleach," he scrunches his nose. " And he's...Mean."
" That's just how he jokes around! He's a funny guy if you have a sense of humor."
and he HEARD Jack make fun of the scars on Harley's back; He's seen them, because Harley's world doesn't have the word " shame" in it and changes around him frequently.
He did freeze, the first time he saw them. Pale and scarred. Close to unintelligible depending on the lighting. But he does see them. It'd be a kindness for him if he wouldn't.
Dragged. With a sharp object, mkst accurately a piece of glass or razor blade. Thin, but deep. Letters stretched from one shoulder blade to another.
Wayne
Propriety
To which Eddie laughed with, because he and the kids at the orphanage were the authors. They figured if Harley wanted to defend that family so badly, she'll have a sign that fits.
But she didn't need to know that. Bruce does. Bruce knows everything about anyone, seems like.
" No, I mean, - mean to YOU. He makes dumb blonde jokes even if you're at the top of their class. "
" Yeah, well, " Harley shrugs, painting her eyelids with green and purple; She doesn't like either, but Jack told her she'd be prettier if she changed her make up. " Told him I didn't like it, so he's gonna stop...Eventually. he's nice to me sometimes."
" He should be nice to you ALL the time. Just... Don't go. I'll watch that horrible Grey Ghost reboot if you stay with me."
Harley is weak for his puppy eyes; She really is. " Please, Harl. Don't go."
"... Fine," she groans. " I'll be a loser. Just for my favourite roomie."
" I'm the only person who responded to your ad."
" Wanna know why? We're probably meant to be in eachother's lives."
" I don't think Gotham is kind enough to give me a friend like you."
Harley actually tears up and CRUSHES Bruce in a hug, nevermind Jack's stupid " never touch Wayne" rule. " BRUCE. We're gonna be BFFS forever. I'll make you a teeth necklace."
" I think the bracelet's enough."
" You'll be maid of honor at my wedding."
" That's not what it's called."
" You'll be my kid's weird uncle that says phones ruin families and not decades of fermented generational trauma."
"...Sure."
Sure. Bruce can be anything, if he's with her, and she's with him.
Emily: On a scale of 1-10, how bad do you want to kill me right now?
Hotch: I’m hovering somewhere in the high thirties.
Nico: So, what, now I’m just supposed to do anything that Reyna does? I mean, what if she jumped off a cliff? Coach Hedge: If Reyna were to jump off a cliff, she would’ve done her due diligence regarding the height of the cliff, the depth of the water, and the angle of entry, so yes. If you see Reyna jump off a cliff, by all means, jump off a cliff. Nico: You jump off a cliff! Coach Hedge: Gladly. Provided Reyna did first.
You know you're overstimulated when you're about to start crying over your pillows being at the wrong angle to sleep.
will forever mourn the fact we have not gotten (nor will we ever I suppose) baby hotchner in his first year of the bau. he's big tough intimidating suit man. but what about when he was (even more) insecure and trying hard to fit into the role of profiler and using his fancy little suits as his stupid shield and to make people take him extra seriously
I need rossi to call him son and tell him he did a good job but also hotch being wary about a new father figure in his life. but also hotch Needing advice from rossi or gideon and not knowing how to ask because he's been independent in his career / life for so long but he yearns to see rossi as his mentor because now he's part of a close-ish knit team now
hotch, pointing at rossi: you're my dad boogie woogie woogie
Reyna my love
there's a bit of a language barrier there I think I just wanted a excuse to use this headcanon, but the dudes! the guys be vibin! did have another three pages planed for this, never got around to it though,,,
transcript and extras below the cut!
Cleo: What do you mean maybe? Zed, You always talk about how well you understand Galactic??
Zedaph: Hey! I can Read galactic very well, yes! ,,,spoken is, a different story however,,, Gem: yea, spoken galactic is honestly a struggle to learn,,,
Zedaph: Hey! I can Read galactic very well, yes! ,,,spoken is, a different story however,,, Gem: yea, spoken galactic is honestly a struggle to learn,,,
Scar: what's with X trying to egg Grian into starting the another war over there Cleo:,,,Scar
Scar: hmm? Cleo: Scar, last week you said you didn't know any galactic.
Scar: oh, no no, I don't, why?
Zedaph/Gem/Cleo:,,, Scar: ,,, OH! Is that what that language is????
and here's the unused part of the script + my thumbnails! if any place deserved this part of the script, it'd be Tumblr <3
Ok but The Seven would totally beg Reyna to tell embarrassing stories about younger Jason, and she would totally comply, like it’d go something like this…
“Reyna tell me that story about Jason accidentally flying into a tree.”
“Oh that was hilarious, you should have seen how red he was and-”
“Oh my gods, Reyna sTOP!”
shower. not a bath, a shower. use water as hot or cold as u like. u dont even need to wash. just get in under the water and let it run over you for a while. sit on the floor if you gotta.
moisturize everything. use whatever lotion u like. unscented? dollar store lotion? fancy ass 48 hour lotion that makes u smell like a field of wildflowers? use whatever you want, and use it all over.
put on clean, comfortable clothes.
put on ur favorite underwear. cute black lacy panties? those ridiculous boxers u bought last christmas with candy cane hearts on the butt? put em on.
drink cold water. use ice. if u want, add some mint or lemon for an extra boost.
clean something. doesn’t have to be anything big. organize one drawer of ur desk. wash five dirty dishes. do a load of laundry. scrub the bathroom sink.
blast music. listen to something upbeat and dancey and loud, something that’s got lots of energy. sing to it, dance to it, even if you suck at both.
make food. don’t just grab a granola bar to munch. take the time and make food. even if it’s ramen. add something special to it, like a hard boiled egg or some veggies. prepare food, it tastes way better, and you’ll feel like you accomplished something.
make something. write a short story or a poem, draw a picture, color a picture, fold origami, crochet or knit, sculpt something out of clay, anything artistic. even if you don’t think you’re good at it.
go outside. take a walk. sit in the grass. look at the clouds. smell flowers. put your hands in the dirt and feel the soil against your skin.
call someone. call a loved one, a friend, a family member, call a chat service if you have no one else to call. talk to a stranger on the street. have a conversation and listen to someone’s voice. if you can’t, text or email or whatever, just have some social interaction with another person. even if you don’t say much, listen to them.
cuddle your pets if you have them/can cuddle them. take pictures of them. talk to them. tell them how u feel, about your favorite movie, a new game coming out.
Scipio angst time. He was the purest source of comfort for Reyna, offering no judgement nor confusion. He supported her and carried her throughout her time in new Rome. He died protecting her. He died a Roman death, just like death. Because not even a Pegasus is protected from the altar of sacrifice on which Rome is built. She is soaked in his blood and must kill him in order to relieve him. His blood is on her hands, and her guilt comes not from him not deserving the fate she gave him, but that it was the kindest one she could have.