Honestly I Barely Know How To Throw In A Half-decent Impagination, But This Is Really, Really Useful.

Wow, now there's a bot going around on Ao3 telling people that the "moderators" will delete works from "deprecated" fandoms and impose bans.

Fearmongering bullshit, but it's fearmongering bullshit that seems to be taking advantage of the recent spotlight series in order to trick authors into deleting their fics.

Just. Why.

What the hell does anyone get out of making these bots.

Need you guys to know I am soooo anti generative AI. In case that wasn't clear. It's bad for the environment, unethical, theft, and will never be as freaky as me. It is inferior in every way

Me, in a creative slump (that I can't even call writer's block because I AM writing, I just don't think what I am writing really fits into my series without sounding repetitive/superabundant).

Also me, panicking because the first anniversary of "Robin's Blues" is fast approaching and I would really like to publish something in that date.

Anyways, how would you all feel if, before a confrontation of sorts between Dixie, Bruce and Talia, I talked a bit more about what happened just after Dixie's death? Specifically focusing on Bruce, Talia and Damian?

Had this strange really lucid dream about yet another AU of my AU (that I am never getting around to write) in which Bruce “died” like in Final Crisis # 6.

Now, for obvious reasons, Dixie can't really stand in for him, because the kind of work it would take to make her look like her dad would be enormous, but Jason (who has a really good, really strong, relationship with Dixie) can.

And it's very traumatic for him, but both him and Dixie know that it is what ‘must be done’, so he does.

But the end result? Hilarious.

Because Nightwing follows Batman around like a concerned mother hen and Robin (Damian) just REFUSES to listen to Batman (he can occasionally be reigned in by ‘Wing).

It's obvious and yet no-one ever figures them out, up until Joker escapes from Arkham and has a face-off with Batman and the Dark Knight has a full-blown panic attack.

And yes, Jason is trained, he is capable, he craved a confrontation with his murderer ever since he came back, but…but doing it wearing his dad's suit, his dad's skin, feels wrong. Hence the panic.

And Joker is convinced to have finally bent the Batman, until Nightwing just pummels herself from the darkness and bashes his head out with her escrimas, all the while laughing like she did as a kid: bright, joyful, just shy of manic.

Crooks are terrified.

Utterly paralyzed in horror.

And that horror only amplifies when Nightwing, once again more like Nightwing and not the horror dressed in a traffic-lights suit she once was, hugs Batman and manages to calm him down, all the while she is completely drenched with Joker's blood and brain matter.

Some witnesses say Robin critiqued her technique but gave her praises for her brutal efficiency, but those witnesses also checked themselves in Arkham spontaneously, so who knows.

Tim still went on his world travels trying to prove his theory, so I guess that's why he didn’t appear.

Would you like for me to add a Lian's pov for the "I would (only) be your girl" section of "In another life"? I kinda started writing down ideas in an accident and the idea stuck.

I've been thinking a lot about Dick Grayson as I often do. Because like You are ten years old, and you've never really been normal, have you?But normal has never really mattered either. And why should it? You're ten years old, and you can fly, and every night your very existence is met with thundering applause and adoring crowds. You're not normal, but you've never needed to be.

Then it all gets ripped away. The crowds, the lights, and everyone who loved you, all gone the second you hear those bodies hit the ground. You are not normal, and no longer in a way that is okay.

You are eleven years old, and you can fly again. Not on the trapeze, but across Gotham's rooftops. You feel more alive than you have since the circus. Part of you starts to believe that Dick Grayson hit the ground with his parents while Robin flew away. You've done nothing but inhabit a corpse since that night, but behind the mask, you're alive again. Alive. But not normal.

You're in middle school, and the other kids like you alright, but they realize you're not normal. You put on your best act to convince them otherwise. It almost works. You play their games with false smiles. You become known for your charm. But it's hard. You have to make them like you, but not too much. Nice, but impenetrable. You're eleven years old, but you've watched Bruce very carefully, and you know that having people close to you is dangerous. You are not normal and you can never let yourself be.

You're a teenager now, and you spend more time in your mask than out. Dick Grayson has friends, sure, but Robin has teammates. And teammates are far more valuable. You have your Titans, and you finally fit in again. Right? It doesn't matter that they're older than you, but you've trained for longer, or that they have powers and you don't. You're still one of them. And they may not know Dick Grayson, but Robin is more complete, isn't he? Robin didn't die that night at the circus. Robin doesn't have to play normal to fit in. But you're still alone. Or, at the very least, still lonely. Lonely, and not normal. Even among aliens and superheroes.

You're an adult now, and your days with the name Robin seem like a lifetime ago. Dick Grayson still isn't a complete person, but you refuse to be like Bruce and hide forever behind that mask. But sometimes you still feel like you're doing little more than puppeting a shell. Nightwing is more grounded. Nightwing can still fly. You're not normal, and you've come to accept that you will never be, but you wonder if you could have ever been. Was it Bruce that sent you on this path, or did he catch you before you fell somewhere worse? Did Gotham make you like this or is there something in your soul that is just fundementally incorrect? Something that stops you from ever being normal? That makes your smiles false? Morphs your natural charisma into a character you play both behind and in front of the mask?

You will never know. It's one of the things that stops you from ever being normal.

When I get a nice AO3 comment or Tumblr reblog I have to force myself not to say "I LOVE YOU PLEASE MARRY ME CAN WE BE BEST FRIENDS FOREVER I'M OBSESSED WITH YOU" and instead say "thanks"

Alfred and Ra in my series "Robin's blues" apparently:

Alfred "I really love my granddaughter and, even if I can see Martha and Thomas in her and it hurts me greatly, I couldn't imagine my life without her and I never want to see her suffer" Pennyworth

And Ra:" Finally one member of my progeny that doesn't completely suck, now we just need to put her trough more pain to really make her shine!" Al-Ghul

Behind Blue Eyes entry 2

Bruce loved his daughter’s eyes.

Those eyes that have always been as blue as his father’s.

It was a quiet comfort, looking into her face and finding echoes of the man who made him.

But now, they’re different.

And it hurts.

Because Thomas Wayne is gone forever, and without those eyes, the illusion that he ever lived is harder to maintain.

His daughter's eyes aren’t Wayne eyes anymore.

But neither are they Al Ghul's.

And in that, Bruce finds strange solace.

His daughter's eyes are something left behind (just like her), unclaimed by legacy.