Princess Of Gotham

Princess of Gotham

Chapter 13: Photographs & Warnings

"Hey Asset, I need to talk to you. Do you think you have time? We could talk during the patrol. Well, I'll leave you to it, you must be very busy," I sent the voicemail. Assana never turned off her phone and I found it odd that she didn't answer.

I was sitting on the stairs of the building, near our apartment while Jason was busy trying to open the door with one hand. We arrived at the apartment with a lot of complications, as the Batcow came into the living room and we couldn't get her out. After that, we had to listen to Bruce's warnings not to go near the Joker, Scarecrow, or the fast-food joints without him.

"Jane," Jason called to me, standing in front of me, grabbing my shoulders and squatting down once we entered the apartment and threw our stuff on the floor, "Promise me you won't go looking for the clown."

"But..." I started to say, but my father interrupted me.

"But nothing." Jason interrupted me, shaking me by the shoulders a little bit." Of course, he does. "And if I knew you couldn't defend yourself against that clown, I'd even forbid you to go on patrol."

"But you won't, will you?" I asked, afraid of what he might answer. If he banned me from going out with my buddies, our plan to stop Slade would go down the drain.

"Not at the moment," he replied. I breathed a little more relieved, "But if the situation gets worse, rest assured that even your brother won't go out after 7 p.m.," he said, releasing me and standing up to go to his room and leave his small suitcase there.

I stood in the doorway analyzing my options. The Joker was known for acting fast. And it was more than obvious that the situation would escalate quickly. I had little time to come up with a good plan with my team and attack Deathstroke.

Jason came out of his room a few minutes later, wearing different clothes and with unkempt hair.

"I know you have to go out, go drop your stuff off in your room, I'll fix you something to eat, and then you can go," said my father, entering the small kitchen of the apartment.

"I'll give James his keys," I said, walking past him, so he could search for them while I was getting ready.

I headed to my room, expecting to find the curtains closed and my things tidy, just as I left them the last time I was there. I opened the door and the sunlight hit me right in the face, someone had been in my room.

And that was just the first sign. On my desk, most of my notebooks were unpacked. My clothes were out of the closet and many of my books were on the floor. As if they had been looking for something.

I set my backpack on the side of the bed and started to pick things up off the floor, so it didn't look so messy. I left the curtains open but decided to close the window.

My room was much smaller than the one I had at Wayne Manor. There was only a single bed, a night table, a closet, my desk, and a chair where I threw my "not clean nor dirty" clothes, the ones I only used once and I was too lazy to put them away. On one of the walls, there were several shelves where I put framed photos, many of which were taken by Tim, and one or another book that Asset lent me.

In one of those pictures were my brother and me, when I was 10 years old. Another one was a family portrait of the Wayne family: Bruce, Dick, Jason, Tim, Damian, Olive, Alfred, my brother, and me. It was a nice picture that I liked to keep, but that I had thought about throwing away on more than one occasion.

As I was going through the photos I realized that one was missing. It was a photo that I had taken myself, with some of the friends I had made during the orphanage: Jared, Henry, Arthur, Samir, Andrea. Basically everyone I considered moderately close to me. Many of them, my biggest mistakes.

With that on my mind, I left my room and headed to the small kitchen, where Jason was preparing some sandwiches. He wasn't too bad in the kitchen.

"Eat something, then I'll let you go freely," he said, extending a plate to me. I didn't want to tell him that someone entered the house, it would worry him more, and that was the last thing I wanted.

I ate as much as I could, worry sometimes did strange things to me. I was so deep in my thoughts that I didn't notice the moment when someone knocked on the door and my father got up to open it.

"... We've just arrived, Mrs. Anne," I heard. I got up to go back to my room and put on my vigilante suit.

I opened the window and jumped out, but not before leaving a note for my legal guardian, which he never did. The apartment was in a not-so-tall building, it had only 5 floors, and our home was on the second to last floor.

The streets of Gotham were a maze if you didn't know them. Fortunately, GPS was a tool Batman had in abundance in his little cave. And my target wasn't that far from home either.

When I got to the building, I rode the elevator to the top floor, watching as Jim and Mike Vos conversed quietly in the corner near the computer.

"... I'm pretty sure they're going to change Slade's mission to the Joker's," Mike said before Jim signaled for me to turn around and look at him.

"Hey, Jane. We were just talking about our plans...for the team...yeah," stammered the jet-haired boy. While the other was trying to get away from his partner by walking sideways.

"Aha, I'll go check some things on the computer before the others arrive," I told them. Later I would talk to Mike about how to be a little more discreet.

Tim: What do you call one piece of corn

Jason:…Corn?

Tim: A unicorn.

?-?

Duke/Signal: good morning

Cass/Black Bat: good morning

Damian/Robin: good morning

Olive/Pandora: you all sound like robots, why don't you spice it up a bit

Jane/Eclipse: morning motherfukers-

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

Solo te vi una vez

Solo te vi una vez, y ya soñaba contigo

Solo me hablaste una vez y ya imaginaba tu mano contra la mía.

Solo me saludaste una vez y en mi mente vagaba todos los temas de los que podríamos hablar

Y mientras más me hablabas más sentía mi mente vagar por esos escenarios.

Y luego la ansiedad atacaba.

¿Y si solo me hablaste por culpa?

¿Y si solo me saludaste porque al final necesitabas algo?

¿Y si todo esto es solo tu forma de sacar algo de mi?

Tu forma de manipularme hasta que este a tus pies y haga todo lo me digas que haga.

Tu forma de demostrar que siempre dejaré que me pisoteen.

Y luego tu mensaje llega y todo parece dejar de existir.

La ansiedad, los escenarios imaginarios.

¿Me estaré enamorando de ti o de la ilusión?

Aquella que me gusta porque me hace sentir bien.

Me hace sentir que finalmente valgo algo.

Que no soy solo una más en el sistema.

Y luego me pides que te ayude en algo.

Me pides que hagamos la tarea juntos y no me niego porque tener finalmente la compañía de otra persona me hace sentir bien

Pero el mismo pensamiento vuelve a mi mente.

Imagino nuevamente el dolor del rechazo.

¿Como será mi vida en cuanto me dejes de hablar?

Y si escuchas esos rumores de la gente, ¿Qué pensaras de mi?

¿Dejaras de hablarme o fingirás nunca haberlos escuchado?

¿O los aceptaras y me dirás a la cara lo mierda de persona que soy? Y te iras y yo estaré igual que al principio, sola.

Fría en mis profesiones y en mis amistades

Modificando un poco la famosa línea de Hamilton

Y al igual que el, fingiendo darle importancia mínima a las relaciones personales.

Tratando de mantenerme libre de cualquier atadura en particular.

Y mantener mi felicidad independiente de los caprichos de otros.

Si llegas a irte estaré nuevamente preguntándome cuando es que llegara una persona que verdaderamente se quede conmigo.

Me dirán manipuladora al final de este texto.

Pero créeme que la media noche es cuando más sincera me vuelvo

Porque mi mente es tan débil que no descansa.

Y pienso en tanto que no duermo tranquila.

Y espero que después de todo esto, si alguna vez descubres quien escribió esto, y que era para ti, no te vayas.

Quédate y asegurarme que nunca te vas a ir.

Solo hazme creer por unos segundos que he dejado de estar sola.

Y déjame verte una vez mas

Pensamientos de media noche

-_-

the Wayne cousins (Jane and Olive): WE SAID WE WANTED MCDONALD'S

Bruce/Batman: yeah, and i bought you McDonald's

The Wayne cousins: WE MEANT A BIG MAC OR CHICKEN NUGGETS NOT THE ENTIRE COMPANY GRANDPA WTF

jason: bruce, mataste al joker, ¿verdad?

bruce: ¿cómo te explico?

jason, haciendo su plan de secuestrar al payaso: mamaste

normalmente no hago posts en español pero se me acaba de ocurrir un headcanon de jason: (si hablara español) sería el wey que le diría 'mamaste' a cualquier delincuente que lo hiciera enojar jsjsj

like,

jason: podemos hacer esto por las buenas o por las malas, dime quién es tu informante

delincuente: *escupe en el zapato de jason*

jason:

delincuente:

jason: mamaste *procede a dispararle en la pierna*

no necesariamente se lo dice solo a delincuentes y villanos, la usa en todas partes porque es su maldición fav, le gusta como suele intimidar a las personas:

jason: dick, ¿sabes dónde está mi barra de granola que guardé en la mañana?

dick: ¿la que estaba en la barra de la cocina? ¿una con arándanos??

jason: si.

dick, sudando frío: a

jason: mamaste

dick: *huye por su vida*

I love being queer, reblog if you too love being queer

I NEED HELP

So, the other day I was talking to a friend of mine and I said "sometimes I would like to rewrite the Harry Potter universe and make it a little more logical," and I regret that. Because now I hace the idea of making my own magical universe.

I have a goggle doc in which I am writing the basics of the story, my world building and some character sheets. I also added a few designs of uniforms for the school and now I'm working on my Villain design (because is the arc that has the most develop until know)

Now, I may have my basics but I'm still missing a lot. If someone would like to help in character design, reviewing and beta reading the story, helping with new concepts for the world building or even helping with the designs of places in this universe you can send me a dm and I will send you the Google doc. For now I only have de doc in Spanish but I can translate it to English.

Thank you in advance

The view from my window

A nice sketch I made