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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

"I just noticed your scars." "We all have—Oh." Jason drops his gaze again, runs his fingers along the faded incision on the left side of his chest. "No one else has one of these."

While being chased by the Stadwatch, Kaz and Inej engage in a little misdirection.

Dick never wanted to be Batman. Cass always did.

Ged no longer had magic, but he still had an uncanny knack for predicting the weather.

"I'll go to Gotham, but I won't enjoy it. And if there isn't an Arkham breakout, we'll break in. I'm always interested in cases of criminal insanity, and the Joker—" "We're not breaking into Arkham to visit the Joker!"

Dick and Jason have a poolside chat.

Finn and Poe always track her down; they don't let her solitude sour into loneliness.

The library is an oasis in Crime Alley, full of warmth and light and some form of magic, and Babs never forgets it.

Tenar has been reborn more than once.

At the 67th Annual NCAA Coaches Convention, two coaches walk into a bar...

Gideon isn't choosy and she isn't fancy when she daydreams about all the ways she'd like to kick Harrow's ass.

Steve gave his life to help save the Republic. He's not thrilled to wake up and find the Empire in its place.

"We've all lost something or we wouldn't be here. We just need to make sure it never happens again."

Vader ruminates.

"It shan't make a good tale, I'm afraid." "Nonsense!" Bilbo replied bracingly. "You just have to know how to tell it."

College was hard, but Steph was going to graduate with honors.

Eliot never expected Captain America to reach out to them for help.

They'd always been best at non-verbal communication.

"Exchanging Father's smoke bombs for glitter bombs was idiotic," Damian says. "Now that's a story I want to hear," Duke replies.

"She's nine months old. She can't eat fucking jam tarts. She can't eat any tarts. She don't even have any fucking teeth!"

Naomi's left Camina three times, but somehow she always comes back.

"We've got Ghosts, with a capital G, that rhymes with T, and that stands for Trouble, right here in Union City!"

In Sirius's view, everything he does is cool simply by virtue of it being done by him. He never worries about feeling awkward or looking weird. So the fact that he's avoiding Remus's eyes and can't seem to spit out whatever it is he wants to say is worrisome.

Jason didn't plan to be in Gotham for Halloween, but he's glad he is.