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    “You really don’t do you?” Victim lets out a laugh, a laugh filled with harshness and despair and anger. “You ruined so many lives, I bet you don’t even remember any of their faces, their names, do you?”

    That isn't true. Chosen wants to cry. That isn't true.

    He remembers every single one. They haunt his dreams every night.

    Every night.

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    Victim makes a few decisions, and digs deeper into Chosen' memories.

    Chosen just wants to rest.

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    06 Aug 2026

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    They mention that you and them are kind of like siblings. Made from the same style; drawn from the same hand. That's what a sibling is, right?

    You say you are, but not because of that. It runs deeper than that.

    Or,

    Chosen reflects on what it's like having a sibling.

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    04 Aug 2026

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    Damian al Ghul's recent assignment was proving to be exceedingly difficult. He didn't need easy, but moving to Gotham to study under his father was starting to feel like a punishment.

    Tim Drake was surrounded by death and its impact: the Graysons, the Waynes, Jason, his parents. Bruce was more than happy to adopt another orphan even if Batman hadn't picked him to be Robin. Either way, he'd never be good enough to fill Jason Todd's shoes. And now Damian was trying to take his place.

    Jason Todd owed Talia his life, but he had expected the exchange to look more like stopping Damian from becoming the Demon's head and less like going back to Gotham and his own demons.

    Dick Grayson never meant for Robin to become a mantle, but Batman never cared what he had to say. Dick had needed space, Jason was the casualty. Dick wouldn't let it happen again: he was determined to be better for Tim and he was. But Dick hadn't prepared for Damian: quick-tempered, a desire for praise, and a love of literature. So much like Jason.

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    Wayne Manor never properly grieved the dead. With Damian's arrival and a new crime lord on the streets, they're going to have to figure it out.

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    03 Aug 2026

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    "C’mon," Orange says, "I know faces are hard, but you’ve been doing really good with them recently, you could’ve tried with ours.”

    Alan blinks, quirking up an eyebrow. [yours?]

    Orange stares at him, squinting, waiting for him to stop pretending to be dumb for the bit. “Yes? Our faces?”

    Alan stutters, leaning back. He types once, twice, deleting what he starts both times, before finally settling on [??? you don’t have faces?]

    Orange’s smile, still lingering from the first display of the drawing, drops.

     

    Or, Alan has always seen the Color Gang as stick figures. They've always seen themselves as people. None of them figure out this misunderstanding, until, abruptly, they all do.

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    02 Aug 2026

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    Chosen walks into a spark just as it flares out in a burst of lightning. It doesn’t burn. Static shock flickers across his skin and aggravates his injuries, but it doesn’t burn. He knows it could.

    Fuck, he knows.

    His foot hits something that doesn’t feel like a rock, that gives beneath the pressure. A wave of electricity races up his leg, up through his spine to send a jolt of something awful to his brain. The clawing scream returns, dashing itself against his teeth.

    And Chosen doesn’t want to look, doesn’t want to know what he already knows, but he looks anyway. He inhales, sharp and hard, and exhales in a blast of wind, clearing away the smoke.

    And there, lying just in front of him and wreathed in electricity flickering a little black but mostly green, is her.

    He found Dark.

     

    Chosen deals with Dark's death. He doesn't do it very well.

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    02 Aug 2026

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