X-Men, Robins, and Random Knowledge
I wonder how many other people like to start on the third or fourth book in a series? I love figuring things out. I love the sense of depth characters have when they have several books worth of history. I love the way things are alluded to but not explained. I find the characters more interesting, because they’ve evolved from stock characters in unique ways. I find it a much better indication of the quality of writing the series will have.
The only thing I don’t love is finally reading the earlier books and discovering that what I’ve built in my head is much better than what was written.
‘It’s been a while’
‘Didn’t you have a face the last time I saw you?’
’S’long story. Don’t really feel like talkin’ about it.’
‘Ah. Good. I hate pretending to care’
I had Jono/M feels this morning. And this happened.
Art and text by me (BlitheFool)
And remember, boys, she’s a lot like me: the more you struggle, the tighter she’ll hug you.
He could almost reach the extension cord. Almost. Another two inches and a functional AC unit in his office was within the archer’s sights.
Roy narrowly avoided smacking his head on the underside of the desk. Abandoning the deep dark pit of too-few outlets, he managed to get out from underneath the furniture before his daughter tripped over his feet and landed on top of him.
Roy spat out a mouthful of carpet fuzz and made himself comfortable. “Hello, Squeaker.”
Lian wrapped her arms around his neck. “Daddy, Damian’s being mean. It’s not fair.”
“Well, Damian’s a jerk,” Roy agreed amiably, “and you should get him back. There could be hair dye involved.”
“Like it would work on his genetically-perfect hair,” the teen sniffed. “And I maybe … kind of hypothetically speaking … already threatened to shoot him?” she finished in a rush.
Roy pushed her off gently, and rolled to face her properly. “Lian, sweetie, do you want Daddy to go hunt the little demon down?” If by “little demon,” one meant seventeen year old Damian Wayne, already six feet and counting …
Lian considered that for a moment, biting her lip thoughtfully before shaking her head. “I can handle it.”
“Of course you can,” Roy agreed, “But I never mind offering a helping hand.” He waved the prosthesis at her playfully, and Lian giggled as she scooted out of range.
“Nope, I’ve got it,” she announced, bouncing to her feet with a youthful ease that Roy remembered fondly. It was no fun getting old.
“That’s my girl.” Roy followed her lead, ignoring the cracking of his spine. Age did no one any favors—with the exception of Dick Grayson, but Roy had long-since come to terms with that universal injustice. “You could ask Irey to help though.”
Lian shook her head, and pouted. “Irey’s on his side, the traitor.”
Roy froze. Irey West and Damian Wayne were loving BEF—Best Enemies Forever. For them to agree on anything …
“She doesn’t like Teddy either,” Lian continued mournfully over her shoulder as she padded toward the kitchen. “It’s just not fair.”
“Um, not sure why I have to ask this, but seriously, Roy, did you arrange for my little brother to give a martial arts demonstration at Lian’s school?”
Roy shrugged. “Damian said that he had the time.”
“Damian has nothing but time,” Dick snorted. “He’s between tutors again.”
“So I don’t see the problem?”
Dick regarded the redhead bemusedly for a long moment. “I’m pretty sure that Lian will once Damian sets his sights on a very-specific volunteer. So high? Brown hair, brown eyes, answers to Teddy?”
“Never heard of him,” Roy returned cheerfully.
“Uh-huh,” Dick shook his head. “And the sword that Damian received yesterday? The one that I’m pretty sure is stolen and also maybe priceless? You never heard of that either, I suppose.”
“That one,” Roy announced with great dignity, “is all on Cheshire.”
Because I’m still fascinated by age switched AUs. And charts are EVEN BETTER than lists. It’s like a magic square - how do you make sure everyone has a place in every universe, that they get a chance to be every role, and that their relationships will be as interesting as possible. (Each column is a different universe, if that isn’t clear.)
Also, I like my choice of colours for everyone. The shades are off, and I still haven’t figured out what Damian should be, but I’m happy.
This post is very self-indulgent, but I don’t care.
Things that sound intriguing in an age switch AU:
Batman/Nightwing!Tim training 10 y/o baby Robin!Cass and trying to work around the language issue
3rd Robin Damian and his friend Spoiler!Dick
3rd Robin Steph and her friend/possible romantic interest Spoiler!Jason
Somehow making Oracle!Cass work (with best friend Nightwing!Steph)
Nightwing!Damian, Oracle!Steph, and Damian’s guilt over Red Hood!Tim
Big brother Nightwing!Jason
Anyone!Jason and his friend Anyone!Cass (Robin+Spoiler, Nightwing+Oracle, Black Bat+Batgirl)
All the Red Hoods (I love angst)
All the Red Hoods and their Red Robins (ditto)
Baby Robin!Tim (with Nightwing!Jason? Or any Nightwing, really)
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I love age reversal verses. They’re so limited, though. Why does it always have to be Damian as the oldest and Dick as a baby Robin? There’s so many other options. This is just me ruminating on how the various Bats would handle being the second Robin, dying, and coming back.