Princess Of Gotham
Princess of Gotham
Chapter 22: The First Encounter
3 years ago
That week couldn't have gone any worse. Nightwing on the other side of the world, without even giving us a call, Red Hood without showing any signs of life, and Red Robin in San Francisco on a mission.
I take it back, it could get worse. I was wandering around the city with my brother, robbing some convenience stores, just like in the old days. According to him, this would help me "relieve the stress" of the last few weeks. Although I thought it was because he had run out of the money Jason gave him and was too embarrassed to ask Bruce.
But just before we entered the fifth store, there were screams in the distance, patrol car sirens, and gunshots. My brother and I turned to look at each other and then saw the main avenue and, as if in silent agreement, we both ran straight into the chaos, throwing the backpack where we were carrying everything we had stolen on the ground.
As we ran, James put on the hood of his sweatshirt and a black cover-up that he carried in one of his pants pockets. As for me, I took off my glasses and put on my visor with the help of my shadow.
The place was not so far from where we were. As we arrived, the first thing I could see were three people, dressed in white, red and green, respectively, smashing the heads of anyone who crossed their path.
Batman, Batgirl, Batwoman, and, surprisingly, Poison were already there, trying to contain the three causing the mess or at least minimize the damage.
From one moment to the next, the three of them took off the masks covering their faces, looking from Batman to my brother and me. But they didn't move from their place. I signaled my brother and Jared to be on guard, but not to attack.
"We want to see the one who calls herself The Princess of Gotham", shouted the three of them at the same time.
"Over my dead body," said Blackbird, as soon as he could put a name to the faces. And as if it were a battle cry, Jared, my brother and I started the attack again.
At first, they dodged everything we threw at them, it got to a point where we had to defend ourselves and call for reinforcements. My first option, as always, was to call Pandora, but I remembered that she was with her father, on a mission. I finally decided to call Callan, Cheis, and Black Arrow.
And I won't deny it, I was afraid. Afraid that those things would be much stronger, afraid that they would kill me. And how could I not be, if I had already faced those attempts of human beings? During one stage of my life, I decided to call them "friends", even brothers. I took care of them and they took care of me. Henry, Arthur, and Samir.
The first reinforcement to arrive was Callan's huge wolf, but instead of feeling relieved, I became even more worried. This was the perfect scenario for another betrayal.
A bomb exploded a few meters away from us and as if it was a signal, I threw some small bombs that I was carrying with me, but they did not have the effect I wanted. Hakan had arrived, even without being called, exploding quite close to the enemy.
Arthur, who was dressed in greenish and black colors, approached me, so fast that I didn't even have time to attack him. A strange green smoke surrounded me, and the last thing I saw before everything went black was that hideous grin on his face.
I woke up in a cellar. Sitting in a wooden chair, without my trench coat or my tool belt, with a lamp shining on me. There was blood everywhere. Swords, plants, broken glass, and some artifacts I didn't know about.
Samir, dressed in black and white, with disheveled hair and a few scratches on his face, came in sometime later, sat down on a chair in front of me, and although I had the chance to attack him because he was unarmed and I was not tied up, I could not even raise a hand without wincing.
"Don't even try it, princess. You'll be here for a while. Unfortunately, our boss doesn't want you dead, yet," he said, still smiling.
A short time later the other two came in, bringing with them heavy energy. One of them showed me a picture of a girl in what appeared to be the garden of Wayne Manor.
"Do you know who she is," he asked. I just shook my head slowly, "Have you seen her?" I shook my head again in denial, "Are you related to her?" Of course not, how could I be related to that traitor.
Apparently, he didn't like the answers, I could barely distinguish his hand that was going straight to my abdomen, giving me a strong blow.
"You're lying," said the only one to whom, so far, I had not paid attention. From his pocket, he took out two objects that at first sight were strange to me, but after a while, I deduced what they were about: "This is a potion of truth, granted by Shade herself," he said, raising a vial with a blue liquid in it, "I don't have to tell you what this is, surely you already know it." He held up a black, delicate dagger.
In any part of the universe, having objects like that you could be considered one of the most powerful people on Earth, after Shade.
With the little strength I had I tried to reach for the dagger but Henry, who at some point had positioned himself behind me, was faster than me. He grabbed my shoulders from behind to prevent me from getting up. While Arthur grabbed my cheeks, forcing me to swallow that blue liquid.
"Tell me the name of your biological father," ordered Samir, who was still sitting in front of me, after a few minutes had passed.
"Oscar Hart," I answered without even thinking about it. That thing was worse than I thought, even if I had been trained to evade the effects, it had been a long time since I had the need to use those skills. I had to get out of there fast.
The basic questions continued, making me reveal secrets that I thought I would take to my grave. My hands started to react when he started asking slightly more personal questions. I didn't think much of it and lunged at him to try to grab the dagger he was playing with with his hand.
As soon as I had it in my possession I tried to pull out my shadow again to try to protect myself. When I realized that it was going to be impossible in that situation, I started to run in search of a way out. The other two were following me, almost on my heels.
One thing I had learned from being with the Bat-family was to carry a device that was not so noticeable. In my pants pocket, I always carried a location and communication device.
"Callan, I need you to look for me near my coordinates. I will try to get out of here as soon as possible," I said as soon as the device was activated. My feet were failing, I felt like I couldn't speak and there were moments when I felt faint. That cellar had to have at least one window. And that was the first thing I found.
When I got to the window I realized not only that we were on the second floor, but also that this was my only way to escape. I backed up a few steps to take flight, seeing if my ex-partners were nearby. I ran, covering my face to avoid a cut. I heard the sound of glass breaking and at that moment I knew I was already falling.
Two shots rang out quite close to me. One of the bullets grazed my shoulder. When I hit the ground I had to roll to avoid getting hurt.
When I was able to get up, I looked around and barely managed to locate myself. From some signs, I could see that the warehouse was on the outskirts of the city. A vacant lot, surrounded by a tall brick fence a few meters from where I was, was the only thing I could focus on.
A loud noise behind me made me react, I started to run without turning to see what had caused the noise. I kept the dagger in my boot, trying not to get scratched. And I started running towards the fence.
A metal lever on the ground made me stumble. This might give me a small advantage. If my father could fight with this kind of thing, I could too. I took it in my hands, brushed some dirt off it, and continued on my way.
As I reached the fence, I turned back, barely making out the silhouette of one of the boys in the dim moonlight. At the speed I was going, I would still have time to jump and get out, but my limbs had to wake up well if I wanted to make it to the busy streets before I got caught again.
Training with Jason was paying off. As soon as I made it to the other side, I ran again. The risk of the boys still being close by, the adrenaline, and the strange poison they injected me with made stopping seem impossible.
I don't know how far I ran, when I stopped I was already reaching the Wayne Enterprises building. A group of people approached me, but only one of them stood in front of me, trying to stop me and reach my face so I could completely see him, but I was terrified, leaving me with no choice of where to run. Black smoke surrounded me before I could get off that street, and the guy who was in front of me disappeared. The roar of a wolf and the series of explosions that followed calmed me down a bit. James slowly approached me, wrapped me in a hug, saying that everything would be okay.
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Sooooo I drew some quick fanart for Zoeleo’s amazing fic: The Many Deaths of Jason Todd, which is one of my favorites fanfics ever. It makes me laugh just as much as it makes me cry, it’s ongoing and great and I screech everytime i see it’s been updated, 10/10 check it out
Tim: What do you call one piece of corn
Jason:…Corn?
Tim: A unicorn.
Reblogging this so I can show it later to my mom ._.
Inspiración
La creatividad me pesa.
Despiertan tantas ideas que no puedo plasmar.
Y plasmo ideas a medias que nunca llegaron a mas.
Me siento pesada.
Con tantas ideas y tan poca habilidad.
Necesito tiempo y organización.
En ocasiones siento que tengo todo el tiempo del mundo
Pero otras siento que todo se me viene encima
Tengo tanto en la cabeza y tan poco tiempo.
Quiero hacerlo todo y a la vez no puedo hacer nada
Incluso si la inspiración vaga por mi mente no puedo expresarlo
Las dudas asaltan mi cabeza.
Se responden solas o simplemente mueren ahí.
La inspiración me llega diario.
Y a todas horas.
I had a breakdown, and I'm not writing it here so I can take your pity, it won't solve my life my passing problems, or even my undiagnosed depression. I'm here only to vent because I have no one to talk to and I feel like the more I keep it in the faster I will explode.
I had a breakdown, i started crying in the middle of my mom's living room, realizing how different I was from when I left this home two years ago, and suddenly, everything started to feel more real.
I cried the tears I had kept hidden behind my eyelids back when I had to apologize to my supposed friends for being bad at jokes, for acting cold with them, for being dramatic, for being too much, for being who I am and who I thought I had lost back in those two years of seclusion. I had to embarrass myself, to beg for a little attention from them because it seemed like they fed from it. They enjoyed ignoring me just so I could go crawling back to them. I apologized for not being able to be handled with.
Every single day I come to realize just how narcissistic they have been, how much they've broken me. How many things do I have to suffer to keep calling them my friends?
First and time I apologize for being myself, especially to people who joke about suicide every single day
✨Dream Symbols✨🌌
A’s:⭐⭐⭐
Abundance - desire for independence
Accident - something unplanned
Actor//Actress - desire for recognition
Adultery - guilt
Airplane (Transportation)
Altar - self sacrifice
Anchor - stability. Sometimes a desire for a permanent home
Anniffil - the feminine aspect of the individual. Guide to the inner world. Receptive, prospective, and nurturing.
Animal - defends on your feelings for the particular animal. A helpful animal normally represents the instinctive self.
Animus - the masculine aspect of the individual. Uncompromising conviction. Force.
Apple - desire
Arrow - pleasure, festivity
Auction - promise of abundance
Automobile (Transportation)
B’s: ⭐⭐⭐
Baby: Crying - frustrated plans, Laughing - plans fulfilled, Sleeping - waiting period, patience
Balloon - frustration
Basement - a place of refuge or retreat
Battle - inner conflict
Bells - fulfillment of plans, joy
Bicycle (Transportation) - hard work will bring plans to fruition
Birds - usually transcendence from one being to another
Birth - transition to new phase or new aspect of self
Bridge - overcoming difficulties, a change
Broom - the ability to sweep or clean up
Bull - animal nature, stubborness
Burial - end of a phase, time to take a new direction
C’s:⭐⭐⭐
Candle - constancy
Cane//Crutch - the need for support
Capital (City//Town) - the center
Castle - ambition
Cave - a place of retreat or refuge, a need for time to think and meditate
Circle - totality, perfection, infinity
Cities - gatherings of consciousness
Climbing - the self mastery process, rising consciousness
Clock - the passage of time, the need to take action
Clothes - attitude, personality
Coffin (Burial)
Cradle - potential for advancement
Crossing a River - a fundamental change of attitude
Crying - emotion, usually a sad event
Crystal - union of matter and spirit
Curtains - concealment, adornment
Colors🌈🌈🌈
Red - strength, health, vigor, sexual love, danger, charity
Orange - encouragement, adaptation, stimulation, attraction, plenty kindness
Yellow - persuasion, charm, confidence, jealousy, joy, comfort
Green - finance, fertility, luck, energy, charity, growth
Blue - tranquility, understanding, patience, health, truth, devotion, sincerity
Indigo - changeability, impulsiveness, depression, ambition, dignity
Violet - tension, power, sadness, piety, sentimentality
D’s:⭐⭐⭐
Darkness - the spirit world, the subconscious, turning inward
Death - the end of something, opportunity for new beginnings
Dog - loyalty, laziness, anger
E’s:⭐⭐⭐
Eating - need for new interests, stimulation
Evening - descending into the subconscious world
Eye - perception, self-examination
F’s:⭐⭐⭐
Falling - failing to live to expectations
Fish - transcendence from one state of being to another
Fire - anger, purification, abundance of energy
Flowers - contentment, pleasure
Flying (Transportation)
G’s:⭐⭐⭐
Girl - immature feminine aspect
Glass - perception, being able to see (sometimes in the future)
Graduation - initiation, completing a phase
H’s:⭐⭐⭐
Hair - thought, grey or silver hair indicates wise thought
Hammer - power to drive forward
Helpful Animal - the instinctive self
Highway - the path, the way ahead
Horse: White Horse - symbol of life, prosperity; Black Horse - change of fortunes; Wild Horse - uncontrolled instinctive urges; Winged Horse - transcendence from one state of being to another
House: The symbol of personality and conscious interest from the spiritual view. The particular room represents particular interest >> Bathroom - cleansing, elimination of the undesired; Basement - place of refuge, retreat, concealment; Bedroom - place of rest and recovery; Dining Room - place of sustenance, refortification; Kitchen - a place to prepare the sustenancen; Living Room - place of socializing
I’s: ⭐⭐⭐
Ice - coldness of character, frigidity, rigidity
Illness - boredom, delay
Individual Self - the “real” you, the inner you, the all-wise, all-powerful spiritual self
J’s:⭐⭐⭐
Jail - confinement, frustration, inability to act
Journey (Transportation)
Judge //Jury - your conscience
K’s:⭐⭐⭐
Key - the answer to a problem
Kiss - satisfaction, completion
L’s:⭐⭐⭐
Ladder - ability to climb (note the length of the ladder)
Left (as in side of direction) - the subconscious side, sometimes the wrong side of direction, the logical side, the scientific side
Light - hope
Lines: Broken lines - represents the feminine aspect; Solid lines - the masculine aspect
Lizard - transcendence
Lock - frustration, security
M’s:⭐⭐⭐
Man//Male - animus, the masculine aspect, the age indicates the maturity or lack of it in the individual
Mask - falsehood, deception, concealment
Mirror - need to reconsider
Mother - heaven, comfort
N’s:⭐⭐⭐
Nakedness - real, true, without false attitudes, exposed, natural
Night - greatest strength of the super-consciousness
Noon - the greatest clarity of consciousness
Numbers 💯💯💯
Even Number - signify balance and harmony
Odd Number - signify imbalance and discord
The beginning, the source, the ego
Duality, the male and female, positive and negative
Father, mother, and child; past, present, and future
The material universe, consciousness, reality, and law, physical power, initiative, religion and spiritual evolution
It represents materialism, expansion, change, understanding, and change
The number of cooperation and balance. It represents interaction between the material and the spiritual, mental and physical. It signifies psychism, peace
Completion, old age, endurance, evolution and wisdom. The seven stages of spiritual transformation
The number of dissolution and separation. The law of cyclic evolution and invention
Rebirth and reformation. Intuition, travel, karma
0. The circle, infinity, the universe
O’s:⭐⭐⭐
Ocean - opportunity, spirituality
Owl - wisdom, need for further evaluation
P’s:⭐⭐⭐
Pearl - joy; Broken string of pearls - misunderstanding
Pirate - suspicion
Pyramid - thirst for knowledge, seeking
R’s:⭐⭐⭐
Railroad - a set path to follow
Rainbow - great happiness, opportunity
Reading - learning, gaining in knowledge, perceiving
Riding (Transportation)
Right - the consciousness, correctness, the artistic side
Ring - completion, loyalty
River - spirituality, a boundary
Rocket (Transportation)
Rocks - the unchanging self
Rodents - transcendence or a less-than-nice person, distrust, betrayal
Roller Skates (Transportation)
Roses (Flowers)
Ruins - failure of plans
S’s:⭐⭐⭐
Sacrifice - overcoming pride
School - a need to learn
Scissors - distrust
Sea (Ocean)
Self-image - the inner or spiritual self
Shadow - the subconscious, insubstantiality
Ship (Transportation)
Skeleton - the basics, the root of a problem
Snake - spiritual wisdom, transcendence into a state of wisdom
Snake-bites - infusion of wisdom
Soldiers - force, power, regeneration
Spade - cutting, tough work lies ahead
Sunrise - clearing of consciousness, awakening
Sunset - need to protect assets
Swan - beauty, comfort, satisfaction
Sword - conflict
T’s:⭐⭐⭐
Table - support, a platform for presentation
Telescope - need to get closer to a subject
Thief - loss or fear of loss, insecurity
Thunder - anger
Touching - healing. On rare occasions it may mean a curse. Can be comfort, security. The manner of touch and your feeling about it is important
Trains (Transportation)
Transcendence - achieving full realization of the individual self
Transformation (Transcendence)
Transportation - spiritual advancement. The more efficient the mode, the more effective and rapid is the advancement
Tree - the life principle, psychic growth and development, progress
Tunnel - hiding, being afraid
Turning - changing or developing. Turning in a circle represents lack of progress
Twins - ego and alter ego
U’s & V’s:⭐⭐⭐
Umbrella - shelter
Veil - insecurity
Volcano - emotions
W’s:⭐⭐⭐
Wall - frustration, inability
Water - spirituality, emotion
Wedding - culmination of plans, happiness, success
Witch - supernatural ability, wisdom
Wreath - self pity
U-U
Jane/Eclipse: I gave Bruce a get better soon card
Oswald/Scorpion: that´s so nice of you...
Jane: no he wasn't sick, I just thought he should do better
*-* Warriors Society on Winter Festivities (?
Rai/Hakan: Here's a fun Christmas idea. We'll hang mistletoe, but instead of kissing, you have to fight whoever else is underneath.
Callan: We are not doing that
Jane/Eclipse: Mistlefoe
Callan: Jane, no...
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James/Blackbird: Last year for Christmas, I asked Santa for the sexiest person alive. I woke up in a box.
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Malowe/Parallel: I wanna get run over
Olive/Pandora: aww come on, it's Christmas! Get in the spirit!
Malowe: I wanna get run over by a reindeer?
--------------------------------------------- Cheis: Dear Santa, I've been good this year...
Cheis: Most of the year...
Cheis: Once in a while...
Cheis: Nevermind, I'll buy my own stuff.
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Assana/Shade: What's that Christmas song that is like "the lease knobby dot"
Assana: It's Spanish
Samantha/Black Arrow: Are you serious?
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Mike/Sound Road: Christmas gets so much harder as you get older
Mike: "What do you want for Christmas?" I don't know?
Mike: Financial Security? A stable job?
Marcel/Compass: A nap would be nice.
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Jim Bullock: Christmas is canceled
Jared/Poison: You can't cancel a holiday
Jim: Keep it up, J and you will lose New Year's
Jared: What does that mean
Jim: Assana, take New Year's away from Jared
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Honorable mention to our diseased partners
Casper/Lightningale: I panic when people compliment me
Casper: what the heck am I supposed to say?
Aria/Blue Lantern: Great job at training, Cas!
Casper: *panicking* Merry Christmas!
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I think that was everyone.
Happy Holidays
Princess of Gotham
Chapter 3: Family
If I had ever been told I would have a huge room in one of the most luxurious mansions in the country, I would have thought it was silly.
But there I was, waking up at 8 a.m., cursing at the sounds of a dog trying to get into the room. But at the same time, I thanked him, I didn't want to continue with that nightmare. Sleepy, I got out of bed, dressed only in a sweatshirt and sleeping pants.
I looked in the mirror, noticing the drool stain on my face, my hair in knots, and the purple circles under my eyes. I was a mess.
I looked down from my tangle of hair to my eyes. My father's eyes. Green, with those golden sparkles. I looked away, grabbing a lock of my hair, thinking about cutting it again.
Although my hair wasn't as pretty, it reminded me of my mother, when she braided and brushed it. She always told me I had her hair. Straight, black and, back then, long, now it only reached my shoulders.
The noises of the dog made me remember why I had gotten out of bed. I quickly brushed my hair and slipped on some shoes. Jumping over the things I had left lying on the floor, I headed for the door.
"What do you want Titus?" I asked, looking down to get a better look at the black dog sitting right outside his door. "I'm not Damian or Tim. If you want to bother someone, bother your owner or his brother." I squatted down so I could pet the beautiful canine.
"Good morning Jane." Said Tim, with a nervous smile on his face, coming a little closer to my door. "Alfred sent me, breakfast is ready." he extended his hand to help me up, but I didn't take it.
"Hello, Jackson." I greeted, without looking at him. That wasn't the right time or place to talk about our problems, so I just said hello to my father's brother. And apparently, the dog noticed the tension of the moment because he turned to look at me and then tilted his head sideways. "I wanted to go out to the garden before breakfast," I said, starting to walk towards the huge stairs of the mansion.
"Come on, don't deny Alfred the special breakfast he made for you." Said Tim, looking at me as he walked beside me, trying to get me to look him in the face.
"I'm only going because I'm hungry and I didn't eat well last night." was all I answered, ending the conversation.
When we got to the dining room, Titus sat near the door to the kitchen, waiting for a bite to eat. Almost everyone was already seated along with the table. Richard, Olive, Rai, Jason, and Bruce. With half-eaten food on their plates.
I walked into the kitchen so I could wash my hands, there I met my favorite person.
"Good morning," Assana said, coming to my side with a plate of chopped fruit. "Did you fall asleep?" she asked, picking up a piece of strawberry with her fork and bringing it to my mouth.
"I had not slept well for a long time, I needed to rest." I lied and then turned to face her, taking the piece of fruit between my teeth.
I dried my hands and together we headed back to the dining room.
"Good morning Master Tim, Miss Jane, Miss Assana." Alfred greeted kindly as he poured more coffee for Bruce. "Shall I serve you breakfast?"
"If you don't mind." As Tim sat down between Olive and Damian, I jumped up to greet my favorite uncle.
"Finally, the family is back together again," Dick commented, releasing me from that big hug. "I want the four of you to join me on patrol one day," he said, pointing to his daughter, Tim, and me, oh and the little devil.
"You didn't say hello last night," Bruce said, turning to Jason and me, and then taking another sip of his coffee.
"I'm sorry, we were late and didn't want to bother you," I commented, then sat down between Assana and my father.
"Did you get up late too?" Olive asked, laughing a little when she saw Damian's sleepy face, who was helping Alfred with breakfast.
"I want to sleep," he said, "I hate Mondays.
"It's Saturday," said Jason taking the coffee from his older brother.
"I hate you," said Damian and Dick in unison.
A small argument between brothers broke out that morning, being quickly settled after Alfred served them all their respective breakfasts. As we ate, my cousin and I were assailed by several questions posed by the four Wayne brothers.
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