Phaine of Catz

If it was hard to wait for news yesterday, today is going to be agony. Neither she nor Tay can focus enough this morning, and they gave up on doing any serious aerial stunts. Instead, they are doing flips and tumbles, Phaine in their body and Tay in the shell. The shell is so much more flexible than their body, no mass fight against, but it also doesn’t have any inertia. Tay has to keep applying pretty consistent force to keep flips and cartwheels going, but the tumbles often overshoot. It’s enough of a difference that it keeps them occupied until nearly lunch, but they keep finding they are distracted catastrophizing about tonight.

They are given some reprieve when Jason rolls in yawning. “It’s weird knowing you’re both the same person. Or like, is person the right word?”

“System is apparently the word. Or body, but I get that the shell makes that second one kinda feel wrong.”

“If it makes it any like, easier, either one of us can be in the body or the shell.”

“No…no that does NOT make it any easier.”

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Bruce leads her down into the cave. She hasn’t been in here all week, so it kinda feels cool all over again. Actually, how often would she have to come down here for it to STOP feeling cool? It’s like, every comic nerd’s dream, but then also just chock full of tech and tools and stuff to train with. Does Bruce still feel like a badass every time he comes down here to his cabal of trained warrior children fighting for justice?

Speaking of those warriors, there are several of them waiting, already in the cave. “Soooo, how’s it going?” Come on Tim, it’s been three seconds, don’t already make it awkward.

“Soooo we’re crazy. So what? You all dress up as animals and punch people around the city, don’t act as if we’re the only weird ones.”

“Taaay, please don’t like, start a fight, this is weird for everyone. Just like, we’re okay, really, you don’t need to walk on eggshells or whatever. Okay?”

“All the better. This is no place for a child who cannot handle an adult conversation.” Damian, never change. Actually scratch that, Damian, go make some friends your age.

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“Do not be so full of yourself, you are no match for anyone in my family, not even Todd.” Damian’s voice cuts through the emotional moment with his trademark bravado. Jason tenses up next to her, but seems to relax when she giggles. She smiles at him, doing her best to finish cleaning up her tears and reassure him that she’s alright. Then she sees a bit of mischief cross his face.

“Is that right? Cause last night she disarmed you pretty easily. And I thought you were supposed to be ‘The Superior Robin’” He shoots a grin back down at her, but she’s not sure what he’s on about.

“That was purely a matter of luck and surprise. The same trick would not work on me a second time.” Damian legitimately crosses his arms and huffs.

“Suuuure. Hey, I know! Now that you’re home from school why don’t you two have a rematch? Phaine was just telling me how much she wanted to go all out. Isn’t that right?” He elbows her and she finally thinks she gets what he’s up to.

“Oh, yeah, but Jason wimped out and wouldn’t use his gear against me.” Jason looks a little grumpy at that comment, but that’s what you get when you put someone on the hook for your own payback.

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“Give…Me…Back…MY…SWORD!” Robin says between yanking at the weapon. He has the hilt in both hands as he pushes against the wall with his feet in a comical attempt to dislodge the weapon that, to all appearances, is just stuck to the wall by nothing.

“So like, I don’t want your sword, you can totally have it back, just like, don’t point it at my face please?”

“I will use my weapons how I see fit! And you are a suspect in an ongoing investigation!” Hood should probably be putting a stop to this, but it’s just too funny watching Robin eat crow and he can’t stop laughing. Orphan seems more concerned than amused, but can’t decide who to back in this stalemate between children.

“I’m not asking you to promise not to use the sword on me, like, you may have to cause like…anyway, just like, promise not to point it directly at my face?”

“FINE, I will not point it directly at your face.”

“Okay, like, stop pulling so hard a sec, I don’t want to drop you.” As Robin begrudgingly puts his feet back on the ground color returns to the weapon and it comes loose as easily as if it’d never been stuck.

Hood manages to stop laughing long enough to ask, “Alright ‘Phaine’, what even is that, you have some sort of shadow powers?”

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For forty years, not a single member of our system has liked to write anything but code and comics. Not a one. We love stories, don't get me wrong, but we always told them with our voice or pictures or games. Three months ago a new member popped up in our system(probably cause shit's fuuuucked). She's young and emotional, but all she wants to do is listen to music, tell stories, and feed crows(I am not joking about that last one, we saw a crow while driving and she made us cry cause we didn't have unsalted peanuts on hand!)

She starts writing. She loves writing. Just about every time she comes close to the front she tries to write at least a little. Short stories? No, forget that, she's 50 pages into a novel. What's it about you ask? It's a mary-sue, self-insert, isekai into a fanfiction, coming of age, superhero story.

Sweetheart. Babygirl. My precious little pretender. Are we getting all the writer cannon events out of the way at one time? It's not a race love, you can take you time.

Anyway, I thought this would be a short lived thing, but she just keeps writing more and asking me to do the editing. So I will at least try and edit the first little bit into a post, maybe I will eventually get the whole thing into a form I can post. (She literally used our full government name and name dropped family members, like, child, get it together, we can't post that...)

TL;DR: This is a warning. If you followed us for silence, now's you chance to unfollow before we start posting cringy high schooler level stories.