It's not even Chris's idea this time. It's Tony that comes to him, saying that there ought to be another party. And seeing as it's been months and months since Maxxie's birthday, Chris is all for it, even if it's not like they can go and just find a cave like last time. The island's bolloxed that all up by turning into fuckin' London ( Read more... )

Dated November 19, 2011
In which Jason Todd discovers that, despite the world ending, the island and his friends are still there.

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Dated October 22, 2011:
Life's not as happy as he's playing at today, but that's okay. There's an edge recently sanded down in him, just enough so it doesn't catch and scratch and infuriate him. He'll take it and not look back, revel in it while the feeling lasts. It'll fade. Worse than. It'll blow up in his face more than likely, but not while he' ( Read more... )

Dated 15 November 2011:
Who does he have, now? Who did he have ever?

He has her, the spindly-legged girl seated beside him, more twin now than little sister, those expressive blue eyes a mirror of his own. He has her, she's bonded by blood, his shadow, his (heavy, heavy) heart.

(The world's abandoned them again.)

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Shadows fall upon thin cheeks as she sits by the fire, wondering if he's awake, thinking of her. Or dreaming, perhaps. Wonders whether or not she walks his dreams, among the flowers he's promised to buy her one day, sipping at liquor, the expensive kind that none of them can afford just yet, the kind one would find at a bar, heels lightly resting ( Read more... )

There's a select group of people scattered throughout the Compound today, any of which someone might happen to run into, but only if they know where to look.

In the IPD Office, there's a tall woman with long brown hair sitting behind one of the auxiliary desks and filling out some long-neglected paperwork. She's been putting off her patrol ( Read more... )

It was November 5th and that meant only one thing: a bonfire ( Read more... )

Some days are harder than others ( Read more... )

Wherever this was, it wasn’t where Valkyrie was supposed to be. Not that it wasn’t lovely; the beach and the ocean and the trees and all of that. It would make a nice vacation spot and she could do with a holiday after all, she’d just saved the world again and she never really got much of a holiday after any of the times she did that ( Read more... )

The first time my dad took me hunting, I was a kid, still a few years off from double digits. It's not like I didn't know where meat came from, but I guess back then I still figured even the stuff my dad brought home was pretty much the same as the packaged meat my mom got at the store in its pink styrofoam and cling wrap. I knew it came from ( Read more... )