#brina time
Quick question: would any of y’all lovely champs read Hamilton ff if I were to write it? Just hypothetically? Answers would be appreciated <3
Quick update: I’m physically still alive (only dead on the inside) so I wanted y’all to know that this blog isn’t abandoned. As my long-term follower know, I tend to dissapear quite a bit and I’m afraid that won’t stop but just be informed that I’m still trying to take some time for writing and that I’ll publish something as soon as I feel it fulfills my standarts again. I’ll keep requests open for now but quick disclaimer, I do not guarantee that I will write a request nor is it on a first come first serve base: meaning that if I see a recent request that inspires me, I’ll write it even if I have others in my imbox. I really hope you can understand that. I love yall lots and hope you don’t forget me lmao
Warnings:mention of death, people burning alive, assault, implied cheating
Wordcount:10.1k
A/N: Boy I am back and I hit the deep end. This took me days to write and finish. I hope people enjoy it as much as I did and still do.
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Beginning: A Villain was born
- in the beginning you never intended nor thought you would ever go down such a path
- you were right around the corner to turning 20 when you found out about your magical powers you never knew you’d possessed let alone anyone else in your family
- starting with no experience or handbook named ‘Magic 101’ or ‘Magic for Dummies’ it was hard keeping them in check as they would randomly activate with gestures, words or things you did like sneezing or coughing, it was a true torture getting it somewhat under control
- due to the lack of control, guidance and training, you were bound to cause accidents sooner or later and in a city such as Gotham who this would be a day to day basis, you would easily get branded with the mark of a villain
- but the one day that scenario happened came sooner than you thought it would
- it was also the day you found out that your powers were triggered by intense floods of emotions as well…
- you were spending a fun afternoon with one of your friend in the mall, chatting, shopping and grabbing food when a group of guys approached you
- they roped the two of you into a conversation about a store you just left, saying they never went in there before and just wanted to know if it was worth checking out
- being the friendly persons your friend and you were you immediately started telling the guys how amazing the shop was and what kind of stuff they had
- not realizing the true intention the man had they took advantage of your naivety and helpfulness
- and suddenly everything happened in the bat of an eye
- the guys cornered you into a wall, saying nasty things about you and your bodies and suddenly everything and everyone around you was on fire
- your flight instinct kicked in and you sprinted through the flames, the screams of pain and agony echoing after you as the flames left you untouched
- left and right of you were people on fire burning alive, adults, elderly and children alike, their skin melting of their bodies and the smell of burning flesh and hair becoming unbearable
- after that, the accident the media claimed was an attack of a terrorist group, was soon changed by one of the survivors who claimed otherwise
- he was one of the guys that cornered you, apparently he made it to a fountain that was inside the mall to extinguish the flames, his burns severe but not as strong as those of the corpses and few other survivors
- he claimed it was a woman who did it, her eyes suddenly glowing red and everything catching fire because of her, after that the woman was called the Warlock by the media, a devil, the newest monster of Gotham
- telling stories about you, that you did it on purpose and that you would surely do it again
- you were called that, everything they claimed was about you and if they wanted to make a villain out of you for a little accident, you would play the part
- you trained hours, days, weeks, months until you had your powers under control before you started to give the city a piece of your mind
- you never harmed anyone, never used it on other until they attacked first, you just simply had fun in being an asshole to the city who branded you as a devil, a monster, as the Warlock
- they made you into it and now they had to endure you
- but it still felt wrong deep inside of you, and how would you get out of it when you were already this far into it, spending years to fulfil this roles
- you played their villain for two years until a vigilante under the name of Batman appeared, locking criminals and villains away left and right
- a door seemed to appear right in front of you and your scheming phase begin
- you would engage in fights with him from time to time when you would “accidently” cross paths at night
- those fights would turn more extreme from every occurance to the next until you set the main square on fire, like you did almost three years ago in the mall, but this time with full intention, and you as the only victim
- of course it wasn’t really you that burned on the square that night, it was a body you stole from the morgue, without a name or family to take claim of
- you watched from a roof in the distance, satisfied beyond expectation, a small smile gracing you lips
- ‘a glorious exit from this chapter of my life’
- you were ready to climb off the roof and disappear from this life when you stopped dead in your tracks after hearing a deep voice behind you
“Where do you think you are going, Warlock?” You winced at the name. Even after almost three years you still hated that name. Slowly you turned to see Batman, the dark knight himself only a few feet away from you. He was barely visible with the dark night sky behind him but the street lights below made it easier to make out his silhouette.
“Leaving my villainous ways behind to start new?” You questioned back but it sounded more like a statement. He stepped closer and you started to make out more of his face, well what wasn’t covered by his mask. He was massive, built like a dark brick wall and towering over you. You would be lying if you’d say you weren’t afraid and a little turned on by it. His head tilted slightly to the left. Curiosity.
“Why the sudden change of heart?” You huffed.
“Oh please, it wasn’t hard or sudden. I was planning this for a while. Besides that, I always had doubts about this whole villain thing. You know it’s fun being an asshole from time to time, especially after this city branded me as their villain when I didn’t have control over my powers. Calling me awful things which I had to see every day in the news or while walking down the streets, coming by the newspaper stands. It hurted, but I am done with being hurt and I am done being the monster they made me.”
You took off your mask and flung it across the roof at Batman which hit his chest before he caught it with his hand. His head straightened and something in his eyes changed.
“Should I for god knows what reason start again, arrest me. You know how I look.” And with that you jumped off the roof, leaving behind a baffled Batman who clutched your mask tightly in his hand.
I knew I usually don’t reblog anything on this blog, but I just had to share / recommend this because it is one of the greatest batmom pieces I have every read. Please read (and like and reblog if you enjoy it just as much as me) and show my dearest electronictimetravelmoose some love if you would
On a scale of 1-10 how much do you all love Cass Cain and be willing to read something about her? (It would be a 20 for me so just wanna check my bases)
