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How curious... Such a strange and delicate thing. Adrift in the waters of fate... Which way will you wander I wonder?

—The High Priestess (The Arcana)

Vesuvia from The Arcana

Part of my 5 color challenge. I tried to record my process while drawing this but my device is slow as f****, so no speedpaint for now.

So, as I'm not doing my writing stuff here (except for quick poems), I think the correct thing would be to introduce myself

My name is Rochely or Roch for short. I'm 20 years old

I go by she/they pronouns. And I'm bisexual

I'm originally from the US but I moved to Mexico when I was little

I like to write, paint, and take photos, and I enjoy learning astronomical and astrological stuff. I also study grapfic design

My birth chart is something like:

Sun in Aquarius, Rising in Virgo and Moon in Capricorn.

I just want a partner that can understand me and all the stuff I talk about

LGBTQ+ is accepted in this blog

I constantly post random stuff, from art, to batfam, to history and more.

I'm brain dumping here mainly and on my Threads account. I'll link it later.

I use two Instagram accounts, a personal and my design stuff, also linked

For my writing stuff (the novels), you can visit my other blog @rochs-c

DOODLES FROM DISCORD sunflowers - positivity, strength, admiration, loyalty, unending luck

Reblogging this so I can show it later to my mom ._.

Sooooo I drew some quick fanart for Zoeleo’s amazing fic: The Many Deaths of Jason Todd, which is one of my favorites fanfics ever. It makes me laugh just as much as it makes me cry, it’s ongoing and great and I screech everytime i see it’s been updated, 10/10 check it out

Don't worry, love None of this is a coincidence We're totally different, baby Because we're the two who found our destiny —DNA https://www.instagram.com/p/CX_6SeAPWHi/?utm_medium=tumblr

Jason steals the tires off of the Batmobile every time he gets mad or needs attention. Later on, Jason teaches Tim how to do the same thing and Tim is just like ‘wtf’

Batmobile: (has no wheels)

Bruce: I guess it’s time to check in on Jaylad

I love it when dogs try to help but the task at hand requires zero dogs so they just kinda stand in front of you and look serious.

Extra 1

The First Night

The night was warm, no clouds in the sky and you could almost forget the terrible weather of the days before. But the ones that live the same lives as me, don't have time to admire the sky. We are rushing, trying to survive.

I was not at my best, I had bruises, scrapes, and cuts all over my body, my clothes were torn and stained with mud and blood, one ankle was probably sprained, my stomach was roaring with hunger and I felt that at any moment I would faint, but I had promised my companions that I would get something good to eat.

And that's what I did, that was my priority. My backpack was full of sweet bread, some snacks, and energy bars that I was able to steal with a lot of effort from some stores before entering that pharmacy. My ankle was really slowing me down.

I needed some things to at least keep the deeper wounds from getting infected. The streets were a little busier than usual, which made my tasks a little easier. But I was worried that some villain was attacking near the place because the heroes could pass in front of me at any moment.

That's what I was thinking as I searched the aisles for some bandages and hydrogen peroxide. I could tell I didn't belong there, the hallways were white, clean, and neat, smelling of medicine and disinfectant.

When a family entered the place, going directly to the cashier to ask for some product, I knew it was my chance to run away, I took the things I was checking, put them in my backpack, and ran towards the entrance, making the alarms start ringing. But I didn't care and crossed the street without looking both ways, causing a motorcycle to almost run me over, luckily it seemed the guy in the red helmet knew how to drive well.

I would have apologized to the driver if it wasn't for the guy who started yelling at me to return the things I stole, and I started running again.

"Somebody catch her," I managed to hear when I was already reaching the beginning of an alley, where luckily I would lose sight of those people.

To my bad luck, the guy on the bike got off and started to follow me. Being taller than me, he was also faster.

Some stairs a few meters away from me would be my best way out, so as I could I climbed up to the roof of the building. But that man was on my heels.

I started jumping from rooftop to rooftop, climbing the stairs to the tallest buildings, and jumping over the narrow alleys, without my usual agility for obvious reasons. And when I noticed that I had nowhere to go because below me there was a street crossing, the place where I was standing was too high, and the boy was quite close to me, I was forced to face him.

"Please, let me go. I'll return everything, but don't call the police" I said, it was better for my friends to go without food for another day than to lose the person who got them that food. When the light finally hit my companion's face, I noticed he was still wearing the red helmet.

"I'm not calling anyone, but where are your parents?" he said, slowly approaching me.

"My mother, dead. And hopefully my father too" I replied trying to give as little information as possible.

"Orphan, okay. So...are you staying in an orphanage?" he asked, still walking towards me.

"Yes" when he was a few steps away from me, I brought my hands up to the frayed straps of my backpack, holding them out to prevent him from taking it off at any moment.

"What do you have in there?" he asked, kneeling down on one knee and standing almost level with me, and held out his hand as a signal for me to open my bag and reveal its contents. I turned back, and again to face him.

"None of your business," I said, trying to sound confident and ignore the cold night breeze. I tightened the straps of the bag even more.

"I asked for a reason" the boy replied, although I couldn't see his face, I could tell he was smiling. He got up and tried again to get closer, but I could not afford to have the enemy close and with more advantage, so I tried to take a step back, unfortunately, under my feet there was nothing. Apparently, the person in front of me noticed that I would rather fall than have him close, so he stopped and spoke again.

"No, no, don't go back, I'll stay here. See?" he started again, but how could I trust him if he was still wearing his helmet?

I finally gave myself a chance to take a good look at my companion. Red helmet, brown leather jacket, and a gray t-shirt clinging to his torso with a red bat on his chest, before I could come to a conclusion, I saw that he was wearing a gun on each side. This one definitely worked with Batman, not up close like Robin.

"You're definitely not Batman, so who are you?" I asked before the silence became awkward.

"If I tell you my name, do you promise to tell me yours?" he replied.

"I don't promise anything," I said.

"I'm Red Hood, and all I want to do is get you to the orphanage so you can be safe" his answer didn't give me much, obviously he wasn't going to give me his civilian name.

"I'm Jane, and I know the way to that place that is not even close to being an orphanage" I answered looking around for some stairs to go down to the street and withdraw from there to finish with the interrogation.

"Why are you so hurt?" he asked.

"It's none of your business either" I replied, giving up on my search for a way out.

"Is that why you were at the drugstore?" he asked trying to get closer once again.

"No" I replied dryly.

"Don't think I didn't notice you limping as you ran over here" he said. I didn't have much choice, if I really wanted to get out of there I had to act and fast. "I can help you, but only if you let me."

"I don't want your help" after what he had gone through the previous days he should know better than to trust anyone, or accept help from anyone. "I can manage on my own"

"And I'm sure you can, but if you really hurt your ankle it will be hard to get home without falling a couple of times" he insisted, holding out his hand again.

Seeing that I didn't say anything was probably his cue to do something to gain my trust. His hands went to the helmet to remove it, and although I could see his face, I could not see his eyes, as they were covered by a domino mask, at least something was something.

"Fine," I said finally. I had to hurry back to the orphanage before one of the caretakers noticed my presence and punished me again, but if I didn't want to worry my friends, let alone my brother, I had to heal at least most of the wounds.

I took a few steps forward still doubting the person in front of me.

I put my backpack in front of me, slowly opened the zipper, and began to take out the bandages I had taken from the pharmacy. From the look on the boy's face, it was to be expected that he would want me to take everything out, just to check that I wasn't carrying any medicines or tools that could kill someone. I took out the antiseptics, the pain pills, and some ointments to cure scrapes, burns, and cuts. Underneath all that and still in the bag, small boxes of cereal, cereal bars, and two instant soups, and a bottle of water. I let him check and let him think it was just a few late-night snacks.

I didn't let him check any further, because at the bottom were my personal things.

"It's personal," I told him, closing the backpack before he started questioning me further.

"You have some cuts on your face, I'll start there and finish with your ankle, let me know if you feel I'm invading your personal space."

"It's okay," I said, sitting down on the floor. He moved a little closer to me.

From one of the many pockets of his belt, he pulled out a small bottle with a clear liquid and a piece of cotton. He soaked the cotton and brought his hand slowly to my cheek, seeing the doubt on my face he paused and explained. His hand was covered with a black glove, which would probably make the contact less uncomfortable for me.

"I need to clean the wound," he said, "it is only an antibacterial, then I can apply the ointment" he finished explaining, and finally he lightly pressed the cotton against a cut I had on my cheek, and I instantly tried to move away again. "I know it burns, if you want you can hold my hand and squeeze it if it burns too much" he raised his other hand, also covered by a glove, and I held it between mine.

He continued to clean my face wounds for a while, when he finished, he threw the cotton on the floor and took out another piece.

"Do you have any other wounds on your arms?" he asked, soaking the cotton wool again.

"A scrape on my elbow," I said in a whisper, every minute with him I was losing a little more of my confidence and the adrenaline I had escaping from the pharmacy, making sleep, tiredness, and pain begin to win me over, I closed my eyes for a moment, but I needed to be alert for anything, how long had it been since I slept well?

"I need you to take off your sweatshirt, I would say just roll up your sleeve, but you will hurt yourself more," he said looking me directly in the eyes, or so I thought because of the mask and the white spaces in his eyes didn't let me see.

I didn't want to take off my sweatshirt, the night was cold, and my t-shirt was torn and dirty. But the constant rubbing of the fabric against my scrape made that my only option.

Minutes later he was already applying the ointment, for that he had taken off his glove. I could tell he was nervous, he had probably never healed someone's wounds before or he didn't want to hurt me anymore.

A breeze caused me to shiver, something my companion noticed.

"I don't have any band-aids for the scrape, so I'd better put a piece of the bandage on your elbow so you can put on your sweater," he said, opening the package of bandages I stole.

"Okay," I replied, after yawning, already giving in to sleep. "Why are you doing this?" I asked, trying to ignore the dream.

"Because you remind me so much of me," he said, finishing covering my elbow with the bandage. "The ankle will be the hard part" he began to say, more to himself.

Not realizing I was still holding his hand, I leaned against his shoulder, closing my eyes and letting my mind rest a little.

Masterlist

Princess of Gotham

Chapter 20: Bad Days & More Plans

Nope. The rest of the day was no lighter than the morning.

After the incident with Timonthy, the following classes were dull. Olive kept talking to Arthur, while the latter kept looking at the clock at the back of the room. Anyone would say that he was watching it waiting for the time to leave, but his look was something else.

When we left the classroom, the last one to pick up his things was Arthur, for some reason. He looked quite anxious when we met James and Damian at the entrance. He even looked like he wanted to tell us something. We said our goodbyes politely, or at least tried to.

On the way home with James, we stopped at an ice cream shop, the weather wasn't that hot and after all the money we always used was grandpa's.

When we got home we decided to put a series on the TV, while Dad arrived or Jim would let us know about the patrol or the meeting we told him about the day before. Homework could wait.

"I'm surprised the principal didn't introduce Arthur to your class like he always does with new students," my brother said, then shoved a fistful of chips into his mouth.

"What surprises me is that I've never heard his last name before. Who's last name is Purple? A color," I said a few minutes later. We had been talking about anything for a while now, and we both knew we couldn't avoid the new guy in the conversation.

"For a moment I thought it was... you know who. You know who," he said quietly as if trying not to let anyone else hear him, even though it was just the two of us.

"I thought so too, but it's impossible, he's older than me, he should be in your group, not mine," I began to look for something more interesting on TV, "And believe me, if it really was that traitor, I won't hesitate to end his life.

We both fell into a deep silence. If I really wanted to expose the boy's identity, I had to ask Assana or Malowe for help.

James' cell phone rang, pulling me out of my thoughts to pay attention to the conversation, then I realized that my glasses were dirty, I started to clean them when my brother answered.

"Jim, what happened?" I heard my brother say.

"I wanted to ask your sister if we're going to have the meeting about the neutralizer," I heard on the other end of the line.

Damn, I forgot to turn on my phone, I'm sure Andrew had already sent me the formula for the gas. I put on my glasses to run back to my room.

When I got back to the living room, James was still talking.

"If you're not with her, I'll try to contact Shade," he said over the speakerphone.

"Text her, I'm sure she'll answer," was the last thing he said before hanging up. Then he turned to look at me, "I mean, I know I'm not supposed to get into your private life and not ask you who you talk to all the time, but you talked to Andrew, right? he asked me.

"I called him last night, you and I both know he's a genius and he was the one who created the weapon that helped us win against bane last time," I said, opening my messenger on my phone.

James formed a perfect "o" with his mouth, showing me that he already knew what I meant. I read the messages from that morning and smiled to myself.

Jim's message came in a few minutes later, I replied that we would have a small meeting the next day to work everything out and find someone to help us with the gas, but that the meeting that day was still on.

The hours went by and Jason didn't show up, we didn't worry, we knew he could take care of himself even if he was drunk. But we had to go out and we didn't want him to worry about us.

At 11 p.m., James and I put on our suits, left a note for our father, and went out the window of my room, as it was the one facing the street.

We walked for a while through the streets and at one point we climbed onto the rooftops to start running back to our base. We had to put the plan to destroy Deathstroke into action, I was running out of time.

We arrived at the building and the first thing I did was to contact the team, we had to clarify some points. By the way, I also called Superboy, so that he could help us with some points of the plan.

"Unlike Gotham, Metropolis doesn't have so many places where ambushes can be made," said Superboy, who even if he wasn't going to go with us, helped us a lot with his knowledge of the city.

"There are many houses and buildings in ruins, but we would have to place ourselves in strategic points so that he doesn't see us and we can attack him at the best moment," said Sam, pointing out some places on the support map we had on a table.

"The notes should sound convincing so that, if necessary, he doesn't feel that Shade is controlling him," Jared was one of those people who, even if they didn't pay much attention to the overall plan, always noticed small details.

"Hey, I don't control people," Asset, who was standing next to me, shouted.

"Really?" asked Poison sarcastically.

"We'll need to expand our arsenal. I can make more arrows but I don't know if you guys have anything up your sleeves. I could combine your skills with darts or arrows, in case they are needed," Scorpion said, looking at most of us.

"And...you don't have...by any chance...a way to become a little more...you know...powerful, do you?" asked Jared timidly, "A bigger shadow, infect 10 people at once, a bigger wolf, Shade," he suggested.

"I can't do that even if I want to, I could kill you guys in the process, I would need a lot of time to perfect that technique," said Pandora, looking at her silver hand.

"The process to make a shadow is painful and I need a special weapon which at the moment is not in my power. Besides, I refuse to bring back the thousand nights," I said, looking at the map, locating other important points with the help of the visor.

The thousand nights appeared after a small group of new villains infected me and began to control me. I caused so much damage that only with Shade's help did most of the affected people forget those catastrophes. I felt that if I used my shadow as much as I did back then, I would lose control over myself again.