Jason: Bruce, Mataste Al Joker, ¿verdad?

Clarifying

I need to clarify a few things about my last four pots and the future of this blog.

In reality, I only posted two different things, translating them into English. These posts do not form part of any of my stories.

Currently, I only have two stories published here, being the ones tied to my oc's from DC comic's

There's another one that I've intended to translate and post, but my time has not been right, and I haven't posted it. But the title is already on my list of "Stories on this blog" or something like that. I don't remember the title of that post.

The things I published today, along with a few stories of mine with the length of one or two chapters, will be labeled as "Independent mini-stories", including some of my ideas and stories I write for school.

I say this because last weekend I wrote a story for my philosophy class and my teacher liked it.

As you may have noticed "Princess of Gotham" will be on an indefinite hiatus because my main focus at the moment is "Terrors of Gotham", a prequel to my first story.

The last thing I want to ask, to anyone who reads my works on this platform, is to have patience. I'm about to start my college admission tests. I also have other million things to do.

R.Cabrera

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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-

Princess of Gotham

Chapter 2: Wayne Manor

Wayne Manor. Although it looked cold, empty, and mysterious, if you looked closely you could see that most of the lights were on, and it was still cold, empty, and mysterious.

And with all that, you could make two assumptions. The first was that Bruce would have to pay a lot for the light, but that didn't matter, he's rich or he'd ask his kids to pay for it. And the second was that almost the whole family was gathered there and let's emphasize the almost.

When we got to the gates, I got off the bike rang the bell and we were immediately ushered to the front door. We both greeted Alfred and entered the mansion.

"Young master, young lady. Welcome. Bruce is in his office, the boys are in the living room and Master Grayson is in his room. And there are biscuits in the kitchen." Said that kind butler, leading us upstairs, where most of the rooms he had mentioned were located.

"Cookies!" Shouted someone in one of the rooms, the next thing we heard were the footsteps of someone running.

"I'm just coming to get a few things and then I'll leave. I don't want to spend the night here." Jason said to Alfred once we were in the living room. I couldn't help but be a little sad about it, but I knew it wouldn't do any good to ask him to stay.

A huge room that connected the entire upstairs, used to gather that beautiful and sometimes troubled family. Spread out on the floor were Olive Grayson, Damian Wayne playing some video game from the huge collection that Richard Grayson's adopted daughter had. And the couches were occupied by Assana Jernigan and Rai Hayashi, two kids staying temporarily, and Tim Drake, with a book in his hands and a sleepy look on his face.

The latter was the first to notice his brother's presence. He got up as fast as he could, almost falling in the attempt and tripping over the carpet, and stood in front of us.

"Hello." He greeted, with noticeable nervousness. I wanted to greet him as I used to, hugging him and throwing myself on his back so he could carry me, but my pride was stronger.

"Hello," I replied, as dryly and curtly as I could. "Little devil, can you convince my father to stay? He's drunk and it's already 1 a.m." I asked, turning to Damian and ignoring Tim.

"Stay or I'll kill you," Damian shouted, still not taking his eyes off the TV. "I tried Jane. Ha, I beat you, now pay up." He said to Olive, holding out his hand.

Little Grayson pulled out a $50 bill and handed it to the little ball of hate, then got up and ran to hug me.

Olive Caristeas, a long and complex story. That girl with the pale complexion and long jet hair was actually a biological weapon, stolen by Lex Luthor and, unfortunately, Oscar Hart. Created from a mother box and what at one time would have been the new Pandora's box.

Richard Grayson saved her from becoming an assassin and decided not only to make her his assistant, but also his daughter. She came into the family a few years after me.

"All right, I'll stay. But only tonight. I have to go back to the Outlaws." Jason said reluctantly, then went to his room. When my cousin finished hugging me, she invited me to sit with the others. Assana was the next to throw herself at me.

"How did you find him?" She asked as soon as she let me go.

"You know, wandering around. Rai was the one who told me he saw him coming." I replied, pointing to the boy who was already snoring next to us.

It was a long and complicated story for both of us. Our relationship wasn't always the best, but we both know it wasn't our fault. She never knew her parents. Olive and I offered to let her stay with us for a while until we had rooms in our hideout or until she could find an apartment that suited her needs.

Rai Hayashi was a boy from a well-to-do family until his metagene activated and he accidentally killed his father, aunt, and brother, causing his mother to leave him abandoned on the street. Although Bruce didn't adopt him, he let him stay at the mansion for as long as he wanted.

"Jane, pass me a glass of soda" Damian ordered, not taking his eyes off the screen. Assana pointed to the table next to the couch, where there were soft drinks, chips, popcorn, and cookies.

"At least ask nicely," Tim commented, followed by a loud laugh from Olive. "I'll do it." he got up from his seat and went to pour a glass of soda for his little brother. "Do you guys want some?" He asked Assana and me. We both nodded, and I still didn't look at him.

The rest of the night was spent between blows from the brothers, bad jokes from Olive, and scoldings from Rai for not waking him up. Anyway, the six of us were used to sleeping late into the morning, or at least most of us were. And I definitely enjoyed my nights off, and even more if it was with the family.

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Inspiration

Creativity weighs on me.

So many ideas awaken that I can't put into practice.

And I shape half-formed ideas that never get any further.

I feel heavy.

With so many ideas and so little ability.

I need time and organization.

Sometimes I feel I have all the time in the world.

But other times I feel like everything is coming at me

I have so much on my mind and so little time.

I want to do everything and at the same time, I can't do anything.

Even if inspiration wanders through my mind I can't express it.

Doubts assail my head.

They answer themselves or just die there.

Inspiration comes to me daily.

And at all hours.

Princess of Gotham

Chapter 1: Eclipse

Gotham, the city of crime. Where you could be assaulted at every corner. You live in fear of death to more than one psychopath.

Among the shadows of those alleys lit only by the moon and the streets little-traveled wandered with total tranquility, or at least disguised fear.

I did not bother anyone, but everyone bothered me, even the huge sign in the sky for the bat, for the savior of this city.

I stopped as soon as I spotted a motorcycle, and not just any motorcycle, looking for the owner. And, knowing that it had a burglar alarm, I took the shadow and moved it a little, so that in a few seconds, he came out of the fifth-floor bar on the other side of the street.

A tall, black-haired man, quite tall and quite drunk, ran out as soon as he heard that annoying noise coming from his motorcycle. And as soon as he realized who was responsible for interrupting his peace of mind, he relaxed his muscles and put an adorable smile on his face.

-If you wanted to talk to me you would have called, texted, or sent a postcard, you didn't have to cause me to go into cardiac arrest on a Friday night.- said Jason Todd, as he pulled the keys out of the bike and turned off the alarm.

-It's good to see you too, Father.- I replied. I sat down on the sidewalk, making room for the man who had adopted me years ago to join me, in a silence that was not at all uncomfortable, just admiring the street lights.

-When did you arrive?- I asked him, restraining my desire to hug him. It had been a long time since I had seen him. One day he took his things and left, leaving me alone. And as soon as I found out he was in town, I couldn't help looking for him in the places he frequented most.

-About two hours ago, I didn't know if you were at Wayne Manor, at the apartment, or with Major Arcana*.- he replied as he took a pack of cigarettes out of his leather jacket and then threw it on the floor.

After a few years of taking care of me, Todd started to give up some habits that were harmful to him, because they also affected me. But some things are hard to give up.

His little Jane Todd. The biological daughter of Oscar Hart, a not so well-known but very dangerous criminal. That cruel man had left me in an orphanage after my mother was murdered in front of us when I was just 6 years old.

I spent many years in that place, with little food, not sleeping well, getting sick every month, running away at night, and stealing from convenience stores so my friends wouldn't suffer from hunger, 6 years passed until a strange man arrived at the orphanage, greeting the owner of that place as if they had known each other for years.

An attack on that place by an enemy of Red Hood, almost ended my life, being wounded by that guy. From that day on Jason decided to give me his last name and gave me all the protection that the second son of Bruce Wayne could have.

-What are you thinking about?- Jason asked, pulling me out of my thoughts. It's not like I don't dive into my mind very often, but he more than anyone else knew what inner demons were.

-I thought about what my life would be like if you hadn't adopted me four years ago.- I replied. -I was just checking to see if you had arrived and if you were okay.- I stood up and shook out my pants. I put a hand in the pocket of my sweatshirt, reaching for the copy of the keys he had forgotten, and gave them to him. -Olive invited me to the Mansion, apparently, they are having a little sleepover, tomorrow morning I will go to the apartment.

-I'll take you there. I need some documents I forgot in my room and I need to talk to Bruce.- Jason said as he got up and took the keys out of the motorcycle.

-But I'm driving.

-No

-You're a bad driver.

-No

-If I fall off in the middle of the road it's your fault.

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Note: I used a translator for this, if there's anything wrong, feel free to tell me. I don´t have the long dash in my laptop's keyboard so, sorry for that

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Hey not sure if the mirage in that last post you made is referring referring an OC, but in dc canon mirage aka Miriam Delgado is a shapeshifter who sexually assaulted dick grayson by impersonating starfire, who was his gf at the time.

Here's a link to a reddit post with the panels: https://www.reddit.com/r/comicbooks/comments/5qqz7l/that_time_dc_slutshamed_nightwing_after_he_was/?utm_medium=android_app&utm_source=share

Shit, I didn't knew about that. Sorry

Think I may change the name of that character and try to not commit that mistake again.

Thanks for the info ._.

Jajaj, the funny thing is that I even organized everything and I haven't even published anything

Masterlist of Stories in this blog

Princess of Gotham

Terrors of Gotham

Betrayal in the Shadows

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

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.