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today i summoned 206 crabs and caught 4 💰 of them. look at them all!
- the good wizard
Aquanna loved exploring every nook and cranny of Wayne manor, including the Batcave. It used to be off-limits, but when nothing seemed to keep her out, Alfred relented and simply ruled that she was not allowed in there alone. For now, the little girl was looking closely at some of the artifacts collected from villains while Damian trained. She stopped at the Joker card, tilting her head.
Damian was focusing half on her, half on his training, punching and kicking the poor, abused boxing bag that was already stitched together multiple times and would probably need to be completely replaced soon.
He noticed her stopping at one of the artifacts and decided to drop training for now. His arms felt sore anyway.
He walked over to her, curious to see what captured her interest. Seeing the joker card however, he instinctively made a somewhat angry expression, but tried to keep it down. He wasn't angry at her, but at who the card came from.
He breathed deeply to calm himself, steadying his voice as he spoke, with zero trace of his previous emotions. "Hey, what'd you find there?"
The card was much larger than a normal playing card, with the face of the famous villain grinning down at her. It made her uncomfortable, but it was hard to look away.
“How come you have a picture of a clown down here?” It looked...familiar? Like she’d seen this face before and it wasn’t a good experience. When Damian approached she finally managed to look away, instead looking up at the young hero.
"It's the Joker... Our worst villain. He's built entire graveyards, repeatedly attacked the family and did many awful things.." Damian responded, his voice grim.
"This card is from when he tried to set up a trap where he used oversized models of casino games including dice, cards and pinballs. Obviously, Batman beat him in his own game, and after took back both the card and a couple of dice."
The small girl looked back up at the card. The Joker. That sounded familiar too. Very familiar. It was only another moment or two before she seemed to piece something together. Her hand went up to squeeze his, and she looked very afraid. Maybe she shouldn’t be wandering this section anymore.
He noticed, lightly squeezing her hand in return. "It's alright... He can't hurt you here. You're safe with us." His voice was soft, but self-assured. He knew how it felt to be afraid.
"Listen, I will not force you to talk about what did and didn't happen between you and the Joker. But, if you ever feel the need to talk, I'll be right here and ready to listen. I can also just be a silent comfort if you'd prefer that."
Damian was always a great comfor to her, so just being there and reassuring her was enough to keep her from getting too upset. Aquanna shook her head, reaching up to be held by the other.
“I remember him...he’s a really bad man...” She held tightly to Damian, burying her face in his shoulder to hide from the playing card’s constant stare.
Damian lifted her up gently, holding her in his arms as he walked away from the card, bringing her back upstairs to the living room, far away from the clown's gaze.
He'd ask Bruce later to cover the card with something as to not scare her as much. He didn't make much of a response, just humming to signal he was listening to her, and to continue only if she wanted.
Aquanna hid her face until they were out of the Batcave, where she knew she was safe. “He wanted to take me from the big truck, and he got mad when I wasn’t there...” She whined at the memory.
Aquanna loved exploring every nook and cranny of Wayne manor, including the Batcave. It used to be off-limits, but when nothing seemed to keep her out, Alfred relented and simply ruled that she was not allowed in there alone. For now, the little girl was looking closely at some of the artifacts collected from villains while Damian trained. She stopped at the Joker card, tilting her head.
Damian was focusing half on her, half on his training, punching and kicking the poor, abused boxing bag that was already stitched together multiple times and would probably need to be completely replaced soon.
He noticed her stopping at one of the artifacts and decided to drop training for now. His arms felt sore anyway.
He walked over to her, curious to see what captured her interest. Seeing the joker card however, he instinctively made a somewhat angry expression, but tried to keep it down. He wasn't angry at her, but at who the card came from.
He breathed deeply to calm himself, steadying his voice as he spoke, with zero trace of his previous emotions. "Hey, what'd you find there?"
The card was much larger than a normal playing card, with the face of the famous villain grinning down at her. It made her uncomfortable, but it was hard to look away.
“How come you have a picture of a clown down here?” It looked...familiar? Like she’d seen this face before and it wasn’t a good experience. When Damian approached she finally managed to look away, instead looking up at the young hero.
"It's the Joker... Our worst villain. He's built entire graveyards, repeatedly attacked the family and did many awful things.." Damian responded, his voice grim.
"This card is from when he tried to set up a trap where he used oversized models of casino games including dice, cards and pinballs. Obviously, Batman beat him in his own game, and after took back both the card and a couple of dice."
The small girl looked back up at the card. The Joker. That sounded familiar too. Very familiar. It was only another moment or two before she seemed to piece something together. Her hand went up to squeeze his, and she looked very afraid. Maybe she shouldn’t be wandering this section anymore.
He noticed, lightly squeezing her hand in return. "It's alright... He can't hurt you here. You're safe with us." His voice was soft, but self-assured. He knew how it felt to be afraid.
"Listen, I will not force you to talk about what did and didn't happen between you and the Joker. But, if you ever feel the need to talk, I'll be right here and ready to listen. I can also just be a silent comfort if you'd prefer that."
Damian was always a great comfor to her, so just being there and reassuring her was enough to keep her from getting too upset. Aquanna shook her head, reaching up to be held by the other.
“I remember him...he’s a really bad man...” She held tightly to Damian, burying her face in his shoulder to hide from the playing card’s constant stare.
it’s the 21st day of the 21st year of the 21st century.
you can only reblog this today.
Aquanna loved exploring every nook and cranny of Wayne manor, including the Batcave. It used to be off-limits, but when nothing seemed to keep her out, Alfred relented and simply ruled that she was not allowed in there alone. For now, the little girl was looking closely at some of the artifacts collected from villains while Damian trained. She stopped at the Joker card, tilting her head.
Damian was focusing half on her, half on his training, punching and kicking the poor, abused boxing bag that was already stitched together multiple times and would probably need to be completely replaced soon.
He noticed her stopping at one of the artifacts and decided to drop training for now. His arms felt sore anyway.
He walked over to her, curious to see what captured her interest. Seeing the joker card however, he instinctively made a somewhat angry expression, but tried to keep it down. He wasn't angry at her, but at who the card came from.
He breathed deeply to calm himself, steadying his voice as he spoke, with zero trace of his previous emotions. "Hey, what'd you find there?"
The card was much larger than a normal playing card, with the face of the famous villain grinning down at her. It made her uncomfortable, but it was hard to look away.
“How come you have a picture of a clown down here?” It looked...familiar? Like she’d seen this face before and it wasn’t a good experience. When Damian approached she finally managed to look away, instead looking up at the young hero.
"It's the Joker... Our worst villain. He's built entire graveyards, repeatedly attacked the family and did many awful things.." Damian responded, his voice grim.
"This card is from when he tried to set up a trap where he used oversized models of casino games including dice, cards and pinballs. Obviously, Batman beat him in his own game, and after took back both the card and a couple of dice."
The small girl looked back up at the card. The Joker. That sounded familiar too. Very familiar. It was only another moment or two before she seemed to piece something together. Her hand went up to squeeze his, and she looked very afraid. Maybe she shouldn’t be wandering this section anymore.
Aquanna loved exploring every nook and cranny of Wayne manor, including the Batcave. It used to be off-limits, but when nothing seemed to keep her out, Alfred relented and simply ruled that she was not allowed in there alone. For now, the little girl was looking closely at some of the artifacts collected from villains while Damian trained. She stopped at the Joker card, tilting her head.
Damian was focusing half on her, half on his training, punching and kicking the poor, abused boxing bag that was already stitched together multiple times and would probably need to be completely replaced soon.
He noticed her stopping at one of the artifacts and decided to drop training for now. His arms felt sore anyway.
He walked over to her, curious to see what captured her interest. Seeing the joker card however, he instinctively made a somewhat angry expression, but tried to keep it down. He wasn't angry at her, but at who the card came from.
He breathed deeply to calm himself, steadying his voice as he spoke, with zero trace of his previous emotions. "Hey, what'd you find there?"
The card was much larger than a normal playing card, with the face of the famous villain grinning down at her. It made her uncomfortable, but it was hard to look away.
“How come you have a picture of a clown down here?” It looked...familiar? Like she’d seen this face before and it wasn’t a good experience. When Damian approached she finally managed to look away, instead looking up at the young hero.
❛❛ You’re not alone anymore, you’ve got me kid. ❜❜ - @Eyeless-Jack-RP
From here
Aquanna looked up at Jack. Most would be put-off by his masked face, but it was quickly becoming a comfort to her. The little girl smiled, not hesitating to reach her arms around his legs and hug tight.
“And you got me! I’m not going anywhere!” She grinned up at him.
I promise I’m here it’s just I’m having difficulty getting back in the saddle. My messages are open if anyone wants to plot anything!
today is the only day you can reblog this
happy Thursday the 20th
I’d have to wait months or even years for another chance to reblog this, so why the fuck not?
next days you can reblog this on a Thursday the 20th
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You know, just in case you wanted to set your queue for the next 6 years
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It was a good thing he took the moment to help the little fossil, otherwise it would have already scampered off again. He warily watched the Beedrill, but otherwise seemed to have mostly calmed down.
As the man spoke, Aquanna went from stressed to slightly less stressed. At least the man didn’t seem angry, and his Pokémon (while a bit scary) wasn’t mean.
“U-Um…Omma got scared of a Persian and I didn’t wanna lose him.” The Phantump floated up to rest on her head, leaving both arms to cradle the Omanyte. Then the little girl tilted her head. “I’m not lost, I know where I am. I’m always out here.” The skinny girl shuffled her bare feet.
“A Persian, huh? Alolan, or Kantonian? I don’t really think either’s all that scary, granted, but I heard they can be pretty mean. Still, don’t judge a ‘Mon by its ‘Dex entry, and all that - Beedrill get a bad rap as a species, but mine’s sweeter than cake!”
As Guzma speaks, the aforementioned insect flies closer to Aquanna, buzzing softly as a form of greeting.
“So, you ain’t lost, then? That’s good. I hate giving directions to tourists. You might not mind ‘em now, but when ya grow up, you’ll probably be sick of ‘em, too.”
“Alolan! It was really mean! It tried to grab him!” The Beedrill getting closer caused her shy Phantump to shrink back slightly, but the little girl just watched. Of course she would never judge him, especially when he was clearly just being nice. In fact, the warm greeting got her to calm down even more, as did the man’s talking.
Aquanna managed to giggle and smile. “You talk a lot, mister!” It was merely an observation, and she honestly was glad he did. Not many people wanted to talk to someone like her. Omanyte responded to the large insect with a trill-like gurgle in greeting.
heavily based on the protector adopting the protectee and superhero / sidekick dynamics, content warning for implied past neglect and parental abuse. please don’t be gross about these :/.
PROTECTEE .
PROTECTOR .
“Omma!! Slow down!!”
Aquanna struggled to keep up with her little Omanyte as it skittered down the road. The poor thing had been scared by an angry Yungoos and bolted. It wasn’t uncommon for this to happen, but it was the hottest day of the year so far. The blue-haired girl was quickly running out of steam, and nearly lost her grip on the Phantump in her arms more than once.
In his panic the small fossil Pokémon didn’t notice someone in his path, and smacked into the leg of a man with white hair and yellow sunglasses. He squeaked and whined but finally stopped, giving the tiny girl a chance to catch-up.
“Omma!” She quickly reached down to scoop him up in her other arm and backed away from the adult. Hopefully he wouldn’t be too upset. “I’m really sorry mister! Omma just got scared! He didnt mean to!”
Guzma glances down as he feels the Omanyte bump into him. Perhaps, during a rougher period of his life, he might have lost his temper at the young girl, but now, he instead bends down, helping to steady the Fossil Pokemon before Aquanna picks him up.
“It’s fine. Stuff like that happens with Pokemon.” Above Guzma flies a Beedrill, who pauses in his examining of a market stall to look at their new companions, as it were.
“That’s my Beedrill - can’t blame you for havin’ Pokemon out, ya know, since most people do, I mean, look at me - and he ain’t dangerous. I gotta say that as a disclaimer ‘cause of how many people freak the fuck out when they see one. Sucks that people are so damn rude all the time - Oh. Right. Yer a kid. Don’t repeat that.”
Reaching out, he plucks the Bug from the sky, adding, “Where were you goin’ in such a hurry anyway, kid? You lost or something?”
It was a good thing he took the moment to help the little fossil, otherwise it would have already scampered off again. He warily watched the Beedrill, but otherwise seemed to have mostly calmed down.
As the man spoke, Aquanna went from stressed to slightly less stressed. At least the man didn’t seem angry, and his Pokémon (while a bit scary) wasn’t mean.
“U-Um...Omma got scared of a Persian and I didn’t wanna lose him.” The Phantump floated up to rest on her head, leaving both arms to cradle the Omanyte. Then the little girl tilted her head. “I’m not lost, I know where I am. I’m always out here.” The skinny girl shuffled her bare feet.
“Omma!! Slow down!!”
Aquanna struggled to keep up with her little Omanyte as it skittered down the road. The poor thing had been scared by an angry Yungoos and bolted. It wasn’t uncommon for this to happen, but it was the hottest day of the year so far. The blue-haired girl was quickly running out of steam, and nearly lost her grip on the Phantump in her arms more than once.
In his panic the small fossil Pokémon didn’t notice someone in his path, and smacked into the leg of a man with white hair and yellow sunglasses. He squeaked and whined but finally stopped, giving the tiny girl a chance to catch-up.
“Omma!” She quickly reached down to scoop him up in her other arm and backed away from the adult. Hopefully he wouldn’t be too upset. “I’m really sorry mister! Omma just got scared! He didnt mean to!”
