Schrodinger's GirlA ten-year old human with no metahuman abilities could not have survived her injuries. Lian Harper is dead. Thump.
She contributes to the timeline which leads to a future from whence time travels have already come. She has already survived. Lian Harper is alive. Gasp.
Causality is self healing – the loss of one snowflake will not affect the blizzard. Someone else will do what she would have, and she will not be missed. Lian Harper is dead. Thump.
Lian Harper would have become a Titan and a leader of the Justice League. The timeline cannot correct for such a large error. For want of a nail, the universe will come undone. Lian Harper is alive. Gasp.
Lian Harper cannot be alive. She must, therefore, be dead. Thump.
Lian Harper cannot be dead. She must, therefore, be alive. Gasp.
Lian Harper must be dead. Thump.
Lian Harper must be alive. Gasp.
Lian Harper is dead. <i>
The Odd CoupleIt takes a special kind of fucked-up unique to the tights-and-flights crowd to mistake someone for a good guy because he’s wearing a mask. Connor Hawke was apparently that special kind of fucked up, but a bullet to the head would do that to you. It apparently also made you forget that they guy you’re currently palling around with once locked your sister in an exploding gym, because when the ersatz Green Arrow (who wasn’t Green Arrow anymore on account of the bullet taking out the part of his brain he used to shoot straight) came across Jason ‘sorting out’ some muggers, the pretty blonde boy mistook them for being on the same side.
Jason wasn’t sure why he hadn’t just shot the man right off the bat instead of taking him home, but it was sort of too late now because he’d gone and gotten attached. Call it a weird kind of empathy for morons with head trauma, because he sure as hell wasn’t going to admit he li
Girl TalkIn Steph's head, she had imagined Red Hood as being a lot like Catwoman. Sort of a slinky femme fatale that was just a bit less well-behaved than the rest of the superheroine set.
She was wrong.
Jasmine Todd scares the shit out of her. Just looking at her, Steph is more intimidated than she’s ever been by another female. This isn’t... this isn’t Nightwing with breasts and an attitude problem. Jasmine reeks of leather, cigarettes, and gunpowder. Reeks of danger.
Too late, Steph realizes coming here had been a mistake. But she can’t leave, can’t back down now because Red Hood is circling her with a sort of predatory, critical expression. Like a big cat stalking her prey, playing with the wicked, curved knife in her hands to remind Steph that Jasmine is very very capable of mauling her. That this one time, she almost killed another kid who had replaced her. No going back.
“Robin. Pleased to meet you,” Steph introduces herself with fa
Barbara -- Film Noir AUNobody talks to Barbara. Not anymore. The thugs and the made men and the pretty girls of varying degrees of dangerous who hang off their arms, they still remember that her daddy was the last clean cop in Gotham. He’s been dead since she was six, and what she learned from that was that in this town, you had to play by the rules, but still people look at her and wonder how many of her dad’s old friends she keeps in touch with. Those same old friends, the relatively respectable ones who keep their ties to the Families few, weak, and quiet? (The suckers.) They see the redhead who was the number-two accessory (the first not made by Smith & Wesson) of Bruce Wayne’s number-one son for so many parties over so many years, and they don’t talk to her either. The pretty young boys who might have once thrown caution to the wind for the sake of her very blue eyes and asked her to dance or bought her a drink look at her and only see the chair. These are not good day
SubtleShe'd known of Connor Hawke when he was Green Arrow, but when Cassandra Cain met him for the first time it was very far from their respective homes, while seeking out an obscure martial arts master north of Beijing. He told her that, having failed to find himself while visiting familiar places, he thought he'd try some unfamiliar ones. He was remarkably sanguine for someone who had lost their entire past, and almost able to keep up with her in a way that few people were. Cass found she liked him.
Connor liked her, too. Cassandra wasn't sure why he didn't kiss her, when the casual touches and the tilt of his body toward hers said that he very much wanted to. Eventually, it made him slip while sparring and allowed Cass to throw him into a bush. When she offered him a hand, he looked at it mistrustfully for a second before taking it, half-expecting (and not wrongly) that she might just throw him into something else. He kept his hand wrapped around her wrist for longer than was strictly ne
A Boy Named Jason ToddThere was a boy named Jason Todd, and he is a series of files in the public record. There's a birth certificate, and a patchy school grade school record filled with teacher's complaints and unexplained absences, suspensions and detentions and disciplinary action. There's hospital paperwork from a broken arm when he was eight. Then, at age eleven, there's a flurry of paperwork as his legal custody is transferred to a one Bruce Wayne, and suddenly there are medical records and vaccinations and a much more thorough academic record for two years from one of Gotham's better private schools. There are still suspensions, detentions, and unexplained absences, though with a caveat that the teachers are sure he would succeed if he just applied himself.
There was a boy named Jason Todd, and he is a collection of memories faint ones, fading ones. People knew Jason Todd, but they've mostly forgotten him. Teachers, if reminded, will remember one of the most belligerent students they ever had,