What’s So Amazing That Keeps Us Stargazing

cerusee:

Originally on AO3.

I don’t have eyes on Spoiler,” Oracle said, crisply.

“When did you lose her?”  Batman asked.

Ten minutes ago.  I don’t know what’s going on.”  Oracle hesitated.  “I’m not sure, Batman, but I think she might be in distress.

“Understood.”

***

Bruce followed the real-time trail of breadcrumbs Oracle was assembling for him.  It seemed as arbitrary and as careless as she was, going everywhere and nowhere.

And then it landed there.  On the roof of a hospital.  Spoiler was
there, sitting back against a chimney, the cape pooling around her as
she bent over her knees, head cradled in her hands, her forearms resting
along her thighs.

She was shaking, sobbing, helplessly.

Bruce knelt by her.  “Spoiler?”

“Don’t touch me,” Spoiler managed, her chest heaving.  “Don’t you come near me.”

Bruce stood up and carefully retreated a few feet away.  “Oracle is worried about you.”

Spoiler shook her head violently, and pushed herself upwards,
dragging her mask off her face and wiping her eyes, still sagging back
against the chimney.  “Oracle doesn’t like me.”

“She’s worried about you,” Bruce repeated.

Stephanie straightened her back and tilted her head up, so that she
was looking straight up into oblivion. “You know what I’m starting to
figure out?” she said.  “That worry and love and like aren’t all the same.”

“Spoiler…”

“That girl,” Stephanie said, her voice full of anguish.  “That little girl.”

“She’s going to be all right, Spoiler.”

Stephanie shoved her face into Bruce’s, her bare nose right up against the tip of the thick kevlar cowl.  “She’s not,” Stephanie said, with their faces not an inch apart.  “They cut her foot off, Batman.  She’s never going to be okay.”

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@squirrelwrangler​ I make EVERYONE a cat person, lmfao, Tolkien would be so upset with me. :“D He’d ban me out of the Tolkien community, I’m afraid.

Not only that, but as a Siamese lover, the worst cat according to Tolkien (which I find hilarious because as loud as they are, they are also among the most dog-like cats – and sighthounds aka wolfhounds are cat personalities in dog bodies), I am so banned.

I will defend it with Ingwë because a subtext theme is that he’s a bit like a (good) Melkor.

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alackofghosts:

jrrt: And sometimes as a man may cast a dainty to his cat (his cat he calls her, but she owns him not) Sauron would send her prisoners that he had no better uses for: he would have them driven to her hole, and report brought back to him of the play she made.

me, every single time: *delighted chortling*

What I love about this, –aside from the simply delightful image of Sauron petting his cat/spider Shelob–, is that it’s one of the very few things The Lord of the Rings tells us about Sauron’s personality. In most of the trilogy, Sauron’s this dark, mysterious, vast menace hanging in the background yet pressing down upon the heroes, but when Tolkien does decide to mention something about Sauron’s personality, it’s this… The man must really hate cats, mustn’t he?