never felt unhappy

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“I never felt unhappy… Because I have been unhappy all the time.” - Audition

Characters: Mia, and Ollie.
Notes: Ok, sooo I was watching Audition (the Japanese Horror Movie) today because my friend brought it up so I kind of got inspired because in some au it could totally happen. Actually this could also kind of fit in with the au of Slade raising Rose and Mia, I just now realized that so neither of them are mentioned but I could see it. Anyway I was going to request something like this on the anonmeme buuutttt I wanted to write it myself so yeah.
Warnings: Well, this is based off a movie where a girl tortures someone so, while I didn’t mean for this to become too graphic it turned out graphic enough that I should warn you about it. So, warnings for torture, violence, and gore.
Summary: Dark AU where Ollie takes Mia in off the streets but after years of abuse and being in horrible conditions she’s become a sadistic, violent sociopath. Who knew? You shouldn’t take kids in off the street Ollie you never know what you’re going to get :l

Oliver opened his eyes the stark white ceiling above him slowly coming into view threw the cloudiness of his vision.

Soon what was impeding his vision of the ceiling was a blonde head and the smiling face of the poor little girl he had helped out. The girl he had taken in and given shelter to. The girl who in the past few months had become family to him. He attempted to ask what she was doing but only managed out a groan feeling like his whole mouth was asleep.

“Sshhhhh.” Mia said quietly pressing her finger to his lips. “Don’t try to speak. Don’t try to move. You won’t be able to. I put drugs in your drink to paralyze you. You can’t move but you should be getting feeling back into your body soon. Everything will feel extra sensitive for you, too.”

She was right because he soon realized Mia was sitting on top of him, her knees digging harshly into his thighs. Oliver shifted uncomfortably underneath her and the blonde moved higher so her hips were over his.

The younger girl leaned forward, “You’re just like all the other guys aren’t you?” She hissed in his face. “‘Help’ defenseless little girls. Give them a home and get them to trust you so they won’t say no. Get them to depend on you so they can’t say no. So you have your way with them until you find another one to use. Is that it?”

Oliver wanted to ask what she was talking about. Tell her that she was wrong. That he’d never do something like that. But he couldn’t. All that managed to escape from his vocal chords was a shout of pain when he felt a razor slide across his skin.

“Oohh.” Mia said and giggled sliding the razor in her hand across his skin again. Not deep enough to cause him to bleed out a lot, but enough to cause a searing pain across his stomach. “That hurts doesn’t it? It’s a very sensitive part of the body. Here too.” She cut him again quicker. The blonde seemed gleeful as she sliced up his abdomen, only laughing harder when the larger man shouted in pain.

She stopped and Oliver slowly opened his eyes, not realizing he had closed them in the first place. Mia shifted farther up his body now pressing her knees into the fresh cuts on his sides and leaned forward. He tried to talk and communicate through the mumbles and gurgles and shouts that his mouth managed but Mia just leaned forward giving him a peck on the lips.

“Don’t worry. I’m sure someone will stop by shortly to help you out. Like maybe Roy.” He tried to thrash around under her and Mia just pressed her knees against him harder. “But I guess we haven’t heard from Roy in weeks. Weird.” She giggled again at the horrified look on Oliver’s face. “Well, maybe Connor.” She brought her finger up to her mouth biting down on it like she was deep in thought. “He’s back at Ashram, though, isn’t he? At least you were all so accepting of that answer. Hmm.”

Oliver was stricken, and left looking up at Mia as she looked joyfully amused down at him. Soon she got off of him and he hoped these drugs wore off soon, until he felt her press a needle into his bloodstream injecting him with what he could only assume was more drugs.

And all he could do was look up at the fifteen year old girl he had found cowering in the room of a twisted politician. Who had fooled him into thinking she was a sweet girl who wouldn’t hurt a fly. Who had not only fooled him into caring about her, but fooled him into loving her. He let out a groan when he felt a sharp pain around his ankle.

“You’ve been a lot of fun these past months so I can’t have you running away. I’m very impressed, Rick was crying about one minute in. Don’t even get me started on how big of a baby my daddy was. I always thought men like you were the easiest to break. But I guess I’ll just have to push your boundaries.” She pulled the wire tighter around his ankle cutting into his achilles tendon causing Oliver to shout in pain, “This won’t take long. This wire cuts through meat and bone so easily…”

day in the park fun day

[bossymarmalade]

After one of the bands played was when Mia had been scheduled to go up and talk. This was her doing and it was probably expected that she was supposed to make some kind of speech. The bands she had booked were mostly local bands, or from around California who had taken the time to get in contact with her and expressed that they wanted to play. The one that played before she was introduced was a band from her school. Since Mia knew them she said they could be the ones that introduced her, which they did to a very loud applause that kind of shocked Mia.

She headed out onto the stage, squinting against the lights. Mia had gotten that everyone was here because… well of her. Because if she hadn’t put this together it wouldn’t have ever happened. Not that she didn’t have help, like this would have ever happened if she hadn’t searched through Ollie’s contacts at QT for their event planners, and things like that. But everyone was going to be listening to what she had to say, and it was kind of a trip.

“Hi.” Mia said as she struggled to lower the microphone to her level, having enough trouble that a stage hand had to come out to help her. She stood back and there was laughter through the crowed making her smile as she stepped back up to the mic, “Thanks.” She called to the guy and he waved heading off state, “I knew I should have booked the band with the short lead singer before me.” More laughing and Mia shook her head. “Alright. Lets calm down, Hello everyone! If you didn’t already know because you have been not paying attention to the news or any media and just thought today would be a good day to come to the park, I’m Mia Dearden, and this is special day. Park Fun Day. Which, I think, it has lived up to it’s name already. At least for me, any time I get to dunk Ollie in a dunk tank like three times is a fun day for me.”

More laughter and Mia leaned her head forward as she laughed as well. “But this isn’t just some Fun Day for no reason. We’re here to help a very important charity who helps kids and teenagers get off the street, by actually going out there and working hard to help them. There are a lot of them here today actually.” She motioned down to the front of the crowed where loud cheers came from. “I wanted to do this for them because I know what its like out there and knowing that there is no one who really cares. People like Godfrey and can preach about how they do what they do because they want to ‘protect the children’ when they’re really not.

“Every year there are more then two million people under the age of eighteen who will be homeless. Almost half of those are because abuse in their home. As many as twenty thousand kids are forced into prostitution every year, a good part of them are homeless with no where else to go. And forty percent of the homeless in the United States are under the age of eighteen. These are horrible statistics. And what are the ‘Right Thinkers’ focusing on to ‘protect the children’? The Justice League. Superheroes.” She let out a small groan and rolled her eyes. “I can promise you, that is not even close to one of the problems that is plaguing the youth of America. And I’m going to go on record saying the My Mia campaign is a piece of trash.

“Oliver Queen is the first man in my life who never… tried to hurt me. And what’s wrong with little girls looking up to Kate Spencer? She isn’t just someone who fights crime while she’s wearing tights, she’s also an extremely good lawyer who makes sure that people who should be in jail go there. These are not the people anyone should be focusing on. That is not where you’re energy should be going if you want to help out Young people. If you want to help young people you should get out there and help out Young people. Volunteer at the boys and girls club, donate money or time to public schools, shelters, there are tons of things you can do. Lets use the energy you’re using to ‘protect’ and ‘shelter’ your kids, and put that into actually protecting and sheltering kids. That’s what the My Mia campaign should be about.”

Mia paused as the crowed cheered loudly and smiled at everyone. “Thankfully everyone here realizes all of this already and from people buying these shirts alone we’ve made around A Hundred Thousand dollars.” She paused again and bounced happily through the applause. “I know, right? These aren’t even that good of t-shirts.” She laughed and grabbed the mic rocking back on her heels. “I know you’re all waiting to hear the next band, and they’re very good I promise, so I’ll wrap this up. All I want to say is thank you, to everyone for making this possible. All of you, everyone who has bought a shirt, all of my family and friends for being here to support my silly whims, all the volunteers, venders, everyone working here today.

“Just… Thank you. It really means a lot to me. And I know it means a lot to the people you’re helping out. You’re all amazing. And the night is young so hang around and spend more money, it all goes to the charity. Have fun everybody, Good Night!”

twenty-three

[bossymarmalade]

Every March 26th, Duk-Ga would re-emerge from Dick Grayson’s shell.

In truth, the traditional Korean acrobat was always lurking right under the American surface; a puckered-lip hissing click when he was annoyed, a harsh Korean pejorative under his breath when someone insulted him, a tendency to spout out English words in the Korean rhythm when really pissed off. But for nearly 35 years, Duk-Ga had carefully crafted himself in the image of the man who saved him—a man who was completely American. He learned to enjoy all manner of fried foods and bland breads. He perfected the Gotham accent, throwing a slight slang on the end of his ‘r’s’ and always pronouncing his ‘f’s’ with distinct clarity from his ‘p’s’. He wore his football letterman jacket (the American kind, he clarified to anyone that would listen) everywhere he went late into his twenties, long after the alien on his arm became his wife and he started carrying a daughter on those leather sleeves.

It was not about assimilation, it was about imitation.

During Mar’i’s childhood, he had been much more focused on keeping her close to her Korean heritage. Her mother’s ability to absorb language was the only thing beyond glowing green eyes and skin that could only be described as the color of a too-ripe peach that she seemed to inherit from her alien side. She couldn’t fly; she couldn’t lift buses; she couldn’t send burglars flying with an ultraviolet blast. So, Duk-Ga decided, she was Korean. That meant no English in the house after 5pm and lots of Korean food at every meal. He was just as methodical in the creation of his daughter as a Korean as he was in the creation of himself as an American.

Later, as Mar’i grew older and more rebellious, he realized that he had forgotten the most important component of the equation: his daughter was an American, too.

Duk-Ga could not make his daughter fully Korean any more than she could make herself fully Tamaranean. But by fifteen she knew she was more than human and she had finally developed the skill set to prove it. He never told her how he cried when she twisted her gymnastics beams into little pretzel knots “just to see if she could.” So he left her alone, and watched as his daughter grew into a precocious mix of American, Korean, and Tamaranean. Of human and alien. Just like one of the strange plants that she kept in their kitchen, she started off twisted and stunted, branches too heavy and stem too weak. But over time she sprouted new leaves and started going up, up, up, and by the end he was glad he had given her the reigns. He himself returned to his strongly American identity, talking individualism and football at charity events and rarely speaking Korean if it wasn’t to Mar’i.

( gone baby gone )

model behaviour

[bossymarmalade]

It didn’t take long for Rose to get the information she needed from the wretched Oito gang member. She’d encountered the Oitos before, when she was doing a contract for her father. That was years ago. It was a little pleasing to see that the guy still recognized her. Eye-patch and white hair went a long way it seemed; but for whatever reason she didn’t want Nightstar to know this. Better she thought Rose operated anonymously, not someone who once roamed the underground criminal world.

Mar’i was waiting on the roof of the old abandoned warehouse that the Oito were dealing out of, and Rose clamored up the fire escape where the other woman was waiting. Rose grinned, hoping Mar’i was feeling impatient, if only because it would be funny.

“I let him go,” Rose said casually and then scowled, flicking over a baggie of powder, accentuated by two tiny purple smiley face stickers. “The dealers are just two-bit morons, they’re not the big fish. We should go after the boss man, right? Get this - he operates in a lab they set up in the loading dock house, owned and contracted out by the Palace Hotel.” Rose snorted. It was so typical, that the rich and wealthy would fund this sort of thing, then be the first to claim ignorance if they got busted. And they’d get off scot-free, while all the lowly people on the street got stuffed into jails for the rest of their lives.

…christ, living with Oliver Queen was rubbing off on her.

“If this shit is the real deal, like what Arrows Senior and Junior discovered, then I better go in there protected. No way I want to inhale that shit and turn into a mutant.”

Mar’i held Rose’s find in the palm of her right hand, using her left to poke and prod the clear bag, watching its powdery white substance roll around inside. She had vaguely been wondering how Rose wouldn’t be noticed going in for the buy as herself, but now this little bag had taken all her attention away from that.

“If a bad batch of this shit hits the streets, there’s no telling what could happen. Two weeks with metahuman powers is the least bad thing I can think of off the top of my head. Even a good batch of this might stimulate a power we couldn’t handle.” She continued examining the baggy for a moment, before looking up at Rose, her expression almost alarmingly serious.

( make it snow )

take two

[bossymarmalade]

[Email] HI Clark, can we talk? It’s about Guy. I know you apparently have your reasons, so I wanted to talk to you about that. Thanks very much. — GL Kyle

Re:

I do have my reasons, but I’d be happy to discuss them with you. You can meet me at Sunrise Beans for coffee during my lunch break tomorrow. It’s at the corner of 4th and Water Street, two blocks from the Daily Planet.

—Clark

Kyle almost snapped back a rather rude ‘I know where it is, I’m a Green Lantern’ but he refrained. Honestly, the last time he was feeling this frustrated with Superman it was when Clark took him to task about Ion (the first time…and the second), but maybe - maybe - Clark had been correct about that. Partially. He had a sort of valid point. This time Kyle really did feel indignant, but he still couldn’t quite bring himself to cop too much attitude, not after the whole thing with Billy and what Parallax did.

Plus, he wanted to glean what exactly happened, after Guy’s performance and hear Clark’s side.

Instead, Kyle emailed a sedate acknowledgement and showed up a little early to Sunrise Beans, getting himself a coffee and a corner booth in the shop. He was there for a couple minutes, before he almost laughed out loud to himself.

Wow Rayner. You are a chump when you wanna be, Kyle thought, looking around. It wasn’t the Watchtower. They were meeting as Kyle and Clark. And Clark on a time schedule. AND they were in a very public, very casual, very civilian-populated place.

Un-freaking-believable. Clark Kent had played him.

Lemon poppy or blueberry? “Blueberry,” Clark finally decided, and the barista plated a crumbly muffin alongside the tall white mocha. Clark smiled at Kyle as he joined him at the booth near the back corner of the coffeehouse, the adjoining windows busy with the bustle of Metropolis outside.

“How are you?” Clark asked around a cautious sip of his coffee— it couldn’t burn him, but he’d acquired the habit to sip hot beverages through observation. Kyle was polite but terse as they exchanged the usual small talk in greeting, which came as no surprise to Clark, circumstances considered. So Clark spared them both any further awkward chatter and got to it. “I hope you understand that Guy quitting the League is not something I wanted to happen,” he began, voice soft and low.

Kyle found himself dealing in pleasantries with Clark and really he couldn’t help himself - it was Superman, for pete’s sake. No matter how aggravated and frustrated he was, he still couldn’t quite bring himself out of Respect Mode, so it was something of a relief when Clark brought up the matter at hand.

“I get that,” Kyle said shortly, opening his coffee cup and stirring the contents, before closing it again. “I just don’t understand why you allowed it to happen. That’s not like you, Clark. Not after everything we’ve all done and gone through together and…all things considered. Why?”

Kyle watched him as carefully as carefully as he’d watched Guy. He wasn’t a detective like a Batperson. He didn’t solve puzzles or look for clues. He knew he wasn’t exactly brilliant. But he was an artist and when he wanted to pay attention to people’s movements and body language, he did. He was trained to from an aesthetic point of view, the need to achieve the uncanny valley in art by imitating real life. He wanted to see as much as he wanted to hear.

“Guy is free to make his own decisions, and his decision was that the League is no longer something he wants to be a part of.” Clark looked away from Kyle, staring out the window at a group of teenagers on spring break instead. They half-skipped down the sidewalk in jeans and tank tops and strappy dresses, young, vibrant, carefree. Clark took a long drink of his coffee, forgetting that it was still technically too hot to swallow back in heavy gulps.

“I didn’t encourage him to leave, but you’re right: I didn’t stop him.” Clark turned back to Kyle, lips drawn in a firm line, though there’s something soft in his eyes, something almost apologetic. “Guy challenged me on the notion that the Lanterns have jurisdiction over the League, particularly regarding recent… incidents.” Clark faltered for a second, not wanting to call out Parallax by name. “I respect the Corps, but I expect Guy to respect that he’s a part of this team, too. It wasn’t a point on which we saw eye-to-eye, and it’s not one I’m willing to recant in order to convince him to stay.”

This wasn’t good enough. Clark’s reasons still weren’t making any sense to Kyle, even though he didn’t really get why. And he reminded himself that he trusted Guy to know what he was doing, whatever it was. This wasn’t about burning bridges. It couldn’t be. It had to be something else.

He saw Clark look off into the distance, drink his coffee in gulps, and mention…that. Parallax. Well of course he had to. It was sort of what Kyle was waiting for, but it didn’t stop the Lantern from turning a mottled shade of red. Of course, he couldn’t raise his voice or throw a fit. Public place, after all. Clever Kryptonian.

“Well they don’t call you the Man of Steel for nothing,” Kyle said caustically. ”Way to be unbendable, about our friend no less. I don’t agree with the League either, not about this, or about a dozen other things that Corps policy takes precedence over. But I’m not gonna up and quit because of it. Christ, man - we all argue, all the time! All the time,” Kyle reiterated.

And that was what was bothering him the most. He huffed out a sigh of frustration through his nose. “None of this is adding up, and I don’t get it. And I feel like I’m not supposed to get it but then I don’t know what to do, Clark. I don’t know what I need to do here. It’s never been this black and white before, not while I’ve been a part of the League. I don’t understand why it is now.”

Clark read the signs of Kyle’s frustration before color flushed his face: his elevated heart rate, the vein throbbing under his left wrist, the jiggle of his foot that Clark could see through the bistro-style table. Tension lingered between Kyle and himself, tension that had nothing to do with Guy. “I’m glad you’re not planning to quit,” he said, and he meant it. “I think it’s important for us to be visible as a unified team, especially now with Godfrey chomping at the bit to see us divided. I’m sorry it happened this way with Guy, but I couldn’t stand by silent while he spoke dismissively of the League. I can’t say I’m pleased about him giving an exclusive to Godfrey at the first opportunity, either.” Clark broke off a piece of his muffin and nearly swallowed it whole, taking no time to savor it.

He studied Kyle across the table, the hint of vulnerability in his eyes when he admitted his indecision over what course of action to take now. Kyle was so young, Clark realized at once— he forgot sometimes that Kyle wasn’t much older than the Bat and Arrow children he’d watched grow from precocious tykes to heroes in their own right. It was easy to remember now though, with Kyle in his civilian clothes and free of his Lantern mask, nothing to obscure his boyish face. But there were marks of having faced troubles beyond his years, as well, fine lines of stress at the corners of his eyes and something weary in his gaze. Clark almost asked if Kyle was getting enough sleep lately, but he stopped himself before he derailed their conversation. Besides, he didn’t imagine Kyle would appreciate any personal inquiries about his well-being, not from Clark, not now.

“I can’t tell you what to do, Kyle,” Clark finally said, leaning forward and folding his hands on the table. “I didn’t tell Guy what to do, either. He made the decision to leave, and I regret that he did, but I’m not going to beg him to come back as long as he considers the League a nuisance that holds him back. I hope he changes his mind one day, but as things were left, it wouldn’t benefit Guy or the League to insist that he return.”

Kyle’s eyes widened over the coffee cup and he hastily drank his gulp of coffee, hitting his chest as it went down with an air bubble. “Godfrey what…?” He asked in confusion, and in response, Clark quietly pointed over to one of the coffeeshop televisions, where the interview was being replayed on MSNBC. Kyle keyed his ring in to hear the interview play out in full, his face dropping almost comically if it wasn’t for the gravity of the situation itself. Clark waited patiently, watching the Lantern carefully, until it was over and Kyle turned back to look at the other man.

“I—” Kyle stopped himself, utterly flummoxed for a brief moment before he squared his shoulders and finished his coffee. He dodged eye contact with Clark, looking at the table instead. “Of - of course. I knew he was going to do that, and he did a great job of it.”

Who was he kidding. He was talking to Superman, and Kyle couldn’t lie properly to a regular person, nevermind him. Still, he stubbornly kept up the facade; it seemed to be de rigeur for Lanterns these days, he thought bitterly.

“I have to go see a man about a horse,” he blurts out stupidly, standing up. They needed a Lanternmoot, stat. Clark looked a little surprised, standing up as well, politeness bred into the Smallvile man. “Thanks for talking to me Clark, I appreciate it. Thanks. Okay. Thanks. Bye.” Kyle jitters for a bit and takes off, flying back to the Watchtower as soon as he was out of sight.

from the NBC Nightly News: March 28, 2013

[bossymarmalade]

BRIAN WILLIAMS: …unfortunately it appears we’ll all continue to be shivering in the unseasonable cold for the time being. And now, for more about the news that shocked the country last night, as Green Lantern Guy Gardner revealed to conservative talk show host Gordon Godfrey that he had left the Justice League after an argument with Superman, we go to Jamie Lim, in Star City. Jamie?

JAMIE LIM: A politically volatile day here in California, Brian, as LA attorney and hero rights campaigner Kate Spencer was typically blunt with her remarks to the press in the wake of Lantern Gardner’s tell-all interview on the Gordon Godfrey Show Wednesday evening.

[run VT—daytime, a bundled up crowd of reporters outside Queen Tower surround a harried-looking Kate Spencer, breath visible in the chill air.]

REPORTER: Ms. Spencer—is it true that Guy Gardner is no longer a member of the Justice League?

KS: That’s correct, yes. [pause] Or didn’t you believe him when he said it on national television?

[There’s a moment of clamor at this before another reporter speaks up.]

REPORTER 2: Why did the League not make a public statement regarding Lantern Gardner’s resignation?

KS: As I’m sure you can appreciate, Sandy, Guy Gardner is a public figure and Honor Guard Green Lantern. The Justice League felt that it was more appropriate for him to decide when to inform the people of Earth of his decision. Did we think that he was going to do it in the manner that he did? No, but he’s an adult; his actions and their consequences are his own things to deal with.

REPORTER 3: [almost interrupting] Ms. Spencer, are you implying that the League will seek retribution against Guy Gardner?

KS: [mutters] Only someone from Fox News would ask me that question. [louder] Unequivocably, NO. As I said, Guy is a grownup. So are we, and contrary to what you might hear on Mr. Godfrey’s program, the JL isn’t the metahuman mafia, playing by its own rules and unleashing omerta against anyone who disagrees with what we stand for, even former colleagues.

REPORTER 4: Kate, what do you have to say to those who claim you and the Justice League aren’t readily facing your critics?

[Kate’s face changes—she’s been tense this entire time, but now she’s like ice.]

KS: I’d say to them that I face my critics every day. They’re outside my house, dogging my car, protesting at my office. They fill my inbox to capacity daily with screeds about disgusting and obscene violence they’d like to do to me. They follow my stepdaughter to school, they won’t let my husband go get a [beep] coffee. I don’t see any critics of Mr. Godfrey and his ilk doing that to him, but hey, is it shocking that I don’t follow the media as closely as I should, these days?

[The reporters are hushed for a moment, before one ventures up a little more courage.]

REPORTER 5: Ms. Spencer, it’s common knowledge that you and Lantern Gardner were close friends prior to this incident. If you could sit down with him now, what would you say?

[Kate’s expression transforms, becomes aridly wry.]

KS: I’d tell Guy I hope he knows what he’s doing. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have actual work to do.

[end VT]

JAMIE: It’s unclear if that’s the only reaction that we’ll receive from the Justice League on this highly inflammatory topic, but the impact of Gardner’s revelations are already being felt, even here in liberal Star City. What implications this will have on the stability of the Justice League and on the superhero registration act that Mr. Godfrey is championing through his Right Thinkers PAC will certainly emerge in time. Brian?

BRIAN: I’m certain we haven’t heard the end of it. Thank you, Jamie Lim in California tonight. After the break—we take a look at the underdogs of the Elite Eight…

to kill an afternoon

[bossymarmalade]

Steph stepped through the zeta transporter’s hidden door and arrived in Star City, the later afternoon sun still peaking out from behind the tall, metallic skyline. She checked the text again and walked up the steps to the library Mia had chosen, the place packed with quietly murmuring study groups scribbling or typing frantically in tandem at each table in sight.

Going to the back, though, she spotted Mia and there was in fact abundant free space. “Hey, thank you so much!” Steph said in way of greeting in a half whisper. She sat down beside the girl at the little rounded table and took out her laptop from her backpack. “You just had play practice, right? What play are you in again?” she asked, slightly sheepish that she’d already forgotten.

Mia had managed to get out of her school, to her bike, and to the library without any unwanted attention, thankfully. The longer play rehearsals lasted the less people there were out there to hound her about things. And now she was sitting quietly in the back of the library with her sociology research paper spread out in front of her. Though she was paying more attention to texting on her phone then anything that had to do with school.

She glanced up as Stephanie approached and smiled slightly putting her phone back in her bag. “Hey.” She said and gathered her things up so she didn’t take up the whole table. “Yeah, Anything Goes. Our first show is next Friday. So, we’re like attempting to get our shit in gear.” Mia straightened in her seat crossing her legs, “So, what’s your paper about? Like just a character analysis or something?”

( literature and hot dogs )

LEAGUE:ALL SUBJECT: POTENTIAL SOLUTION

[bossymarmalade]

Hopefully this message finds all you Leaguers not fighting off ignorant goons with badly-planned picket signs, but honestly considering the state of things, probably not.

The reason I’m sending this to all of you is that this game is no longer about hoping the idiots forget. Unfortunately, GGG and his minions have turned up the heat, and the League’s silence is being converted into even more fuel for the fire.

I think we all know the assholes currently bombarding the internet and our inboxes with hate mail actually represent a very small portion of the general public. But the League’s silent majority is being just that—silent. I don’t think this is because they actually buy into GGG’s bullshit. I think it’s the bystander effect—these people have spent their whole lives waiting for us to save them, and now they feel powerless to help us fight our battle.

Last night in some….interesting Watchtower conversation, an idea came up for a grassroots support campaign to show GGG just who he’s dealing with. Now, you all know I love a good ass-whooping and I don’t particularly follow a strict moral code, but it seems to me that if GGG has capitalized off hate, we should capitalize off love. If GGG’s followers want to act like animals, we will shame them as such. These messages that have been showing up on forums and in our emails don’t deserve silence. If these “right-thinkers” believe in their own words, then they shouldn’t care to have those words printed publicly, right? I mean, if you believe in freedom, you shouldn’t see a problem with someone exposing the things you send under the pretext of anonymity. Which, let’s face it, is the only reason any of these assholes say the things they do. They’d piss their pants if any of us looked at them too long while on patrol. They’re ramped up on hate and they don’t know what else to do besides be sick monsters.

( encrypted text )

(no subject)

[bossymarmalade]

A small proportion of things I found last night while just surfing the web, I included the ones that didn’t include bashing or hate because I don’t think that will get us anywhere (hopefully it’ll help you guys see what I mean when I say the general public are not being accurately represented by GGG and his ‘right-thinkers’):

Facebook Groups:

Blue Boosters Metropolis Chapter— SUPPORT OUR SUPERMAN (official chapter, but there are offshoots in 12 other cities, including Smallville)

21st Century Women for Wonder Woman

Holocaust Survivors and Their Descendants Against the Term “Feminazi" (took an official stand saying Manhunter would not support Fascism and Genocide and should not be referred to as such by ANY party, out of respect for those who actually experienced Nazi Germany)

We Are All Aliens—Americans for Xeno-Immigration (has welcomed all friendly extraterrestrials, and openly included the Justice League in this)

Help Me Ask Batgirl to the Gotham Police Ball! (Lots of likes, STEPHANIE TAKE NOTE, THIS COP IS PRETTY CUTE)

Protect Mia Dearden from Negative Influences! (A group of social services workers who argue that GGG and his goons are far more negative and harmful than Oliver and Kate, I thought this one was really interesting, since, you know, these people actually have degrees in child development.)

I Stand With The League

TOTALLY MARVELOUS: Captain Marvel Fans

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[babyrox95] nightwing and robin jus stopped a group of thugs on my street! #gothamlife #nightwing can save me anyday #nightwing for policechief

[KATYKxoxo] Just overheard Wonder Woman telling a young girl to believe in herself and to not let the little boys nearby treat her badly #inspirational #rolemodels #justice league #self-confidence #beauty

[tyrannoroxus] yo this building was on FIRE and then a gl came bursting out with a baby on each arm! #swag #realamericanhero

[boc@latin@] Manhunter es un héroe, no un criminal! La comunidad latin@ apoya su lucha!

[WLRX-14] Reports coming in that Green Arrow has been spotted apprehending a spree attacker wanted for at least three robberies and two sexual assaults, ending the reign of terror that been sweeping Lower-East side Star City this weekend.

[unionjacqueline] #ifiwitnessedacrime I would never be strong enough to stop it. How am I supposed to fight a supervillain or a robber with an AK? Let the League do their job! #standwiththeleague

[CaliforniaMomsMagazine] Check this month’s issue for a heartwarming story of how far one League superhero would go to reunite a mother with her child. #outthisweek #motherhood

[annyeongdaisy] saw nightstar in a seoul mag. a korean superhero who isn’t afraid of her roots (or bad guys)? #awesome #koreanpride #ilovealiens

[madashellharriet] Nominated the League ladies as potential guest speakers for next month’s Peace, Love, Justice Seminar. Hopefully my professors push it through, would love to meet my heroes in person. #signalboost #freedom #equality

I’m compiling some great comments, but maybe this will brighten your day and make the fight seem a little easier?

leaving on a jet plane

[bossymarmalade]

*Bette comes in, carrying her overnight bag from the Watchtower, moving in a whirlwind between her bedroom and the bathroom and back again*

“Hey Kate? Diana? Either of you home?” *emerges from the bedroom again*

*peers round the door o her bedroom.* Why are you making so much noise? Shhhh. *grumbles, running a hand through her hair.*

*laughs* You’ll have ALL the quiet you want for the next week, trust me! I’m going away with Dick for a little while. Can I borrow a suitcase? All I’ve got is my overnight bag and a big trunk.

*wraps her arms around Kate, nosing in on the two* You’re going away with Dick for a whole week? Oh that’s sounds like it will be a fun trip! *brushes her head against Kate’s neck* Where will you two be staying?

*leans back a little, huffing a breath.* A week? A whole week? Seriously?

( lake cuomo )

use your illusion

[bossymarmalade]

Philadelphia, twelve stories above street level. April 2, 11:39 PM.

Robin and a terrified Gordon Godfrey flew through the air for a full minute, and had traveled six or seven blocks, when twin green globes encased both of them.

“That’s far enough, Robin. You’re safe now, Gordon. I’ll get you back to your hotel, and deal with the boy personally.” He glanced over at Damian, already pounding his small fists against the will-powered force field and raging at the redhead. ”It’s no use, Robin,” he sighed, “You should know by now what a power ring can do.”

Within seconds they were back at the Hotel Palomar, and Guy eased GGG’s bubble through the broken window, and flew him into the outer room of the suite, well away from any broken glass. The man was still barefoot and in his pajamas, after all. ”Oh, yeah, and gagged. How could I have forgotten that?” he tried not to smile. Setting Godfrey down, he dissolved the bubble and cut his bonds with giant construct scissors. He could handle the gag himself, and hopefully not too quickly. “There you go. I’m running the kid in.” He nodded to the bodyguards, “Put yer guns away an’ call off the cops, tell ‘em Guy Gardner’s got it under control.”

Glorious Gordon tore the gag from his mouth, screaming as it ripped skin from his face, and pointed a shaking finger at Guy and the enraged, trapped Robin. “Don’t you dare take him anywhere! We finally have one of these vigilantes in our hands, and a CHILD no less! You’re not returning him to the fucking League so they can continue using him in their war against me!"

Grabbing his phone, GGG started stabbing at it and keeping an eye on Guy. “Keep him right there. I’m making a call."

( this is entrapment! )