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Flying back to Cherry Street, weaving reckless in the dark, it comes down to this: Dick is the only one of his siblings that Jason has any real claim on. Dick is the only one of that whole mess of victims to Batman's cult of self-immolation who belongs to Jason. Even more than that - Dick is the only person in the world who he shares a parent with, who knows what it meant to be the Robin to Batman of nearly ten years ago.
It's just not the same anymore.
So if Dick fucking kicks it, Jason's the only one left. Jason becomes an only child. Jason becomes the last of his kind. Jason becomes the sole keeper of that memory, of a brotherhood shared under a man who no longer exists. There is no way to replace Dick, because the world that they lived in together is gone, and can never give Jason a surrogate.
The Red Hood pulls the thread on a mystery big enough to bridge the distance between two cities, two brothers: The plot they unravel is far deeper and darker than a garden-variety drug trafficking scheme. A story about siblingship, hauntings, and rivers.
1. Ostium, osti(i): Latin noun, II Declension: Door, opening; (river) mouth; entrance (to the underworld).
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29 Apr 2026
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The civilian laughs, helping the other women to their feet, “What are you, some kinda teenage assassin? Kid ninja?”
Duke can't help the bark of surprised laughter that's pulled from him, slumping the henchmen against the back of the cargo container with more force than necessary — which they deserve. His laughter hangs onto his words when he helps the rest of the women out the container one by one, heart tight and heavy when they take deep breaths of fresh air, despite the stench of Gotham's river. It, hilariously, smells like freedom.
“Nah, just a kid from the Narrows,” Duke says with warmth.
(The one day Duke decides to take a day off from being Signal — everything goes wrong.)
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19 Aug 2025
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“Mister Wayne, I think you know why I've called you into my office today,” Leilani prompts gently, but when she receives a blank stare in response, she sighs, “Several employees have voiced a certain… concern about your behaviour towards staff.”
Bruce frowns, “Is this about the printer incident?”
“No sir, this is about your alleged stalking—” she pauses, “Printer incident? What printer incident?”
“Nothing,” Bruce deflects, before he narrows his eyes, “Stalking? Me?”
(Wayne Enterprises HR team is getting really tired of having meetings with Bruce Wayne about harassing an employee he is convinced is his son.)
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19 Aug 2025
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a home for every season by dirgewithoutmusic
Fandoms: Chronicles of Narnia - All Media Types, Chronicles of Narnia - C. S. Lewis, The Lord of the Rings - All Media Types, The Lord of the Rings - J. R. R. Tolkien
10 Dec 2015
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Let’s talk about a Susan who never moved on, who buried her family in English soil and spent the rest of her life trying to find her way home. She did not believe lions were kind, but she always remembered a bow in her schoolgirl hands.
She looked in every old wardrobe she came across. It was casual, everyday– the first day in a new lecture hall, she checked the back of the coat closet. Friends had her over for Christmas dinner and she excused herself to go the bathroom, checked every cabinet and closet, and then headed back in for pudding. She went home with a cute boy she met in a smoky little pub and she checked his wardrobe before she headed home the next morning, heels in hand.
She also went to college, got a political science degree she had to fight for. She got a byline in the local paper, a few ladies’ magazines, then a larger regional publication.
She had mimosa brunches with friends. She read detective novels, never touched fantasy, and finally one day she stepped through an old stone archway barely thinking about it and–-
She was standing in a treeless plain, all yellow grass and blue blue skies.
(Susan Pevensie goes to Middle Earth)
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