MareDeus
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“Why doesn’t he have an alarm on this?” the man asked, barely out of breath. “This is like 100K of mods parked out back here in some shitty alley. In Gotham.”
“He’s a big deal with some of the bartenders on King street,” Alexis said. “They’re all buddies. They usually kick out anyone who fucks with him."
“Your boyfriend sounds like a fucking pussy."
Or, the one where the Prince of Gotham stumbles across a woman smashing her ex-boyfriend's car in the alley behind the Iceberg Lounge and decides to join in.
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- Part 16 of DC outsider POV
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27 Jun 2026
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When he ends up ditched in Atlanta after a fight with his dad, Tim decides to do the only sensible thing: Tell no one and make the 800 mile journey back to Gotham on his own.
Because the "call Batman when you're in trouble" rule only applies when he's Robin, right?
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After a particularly disastrous day, a week or so after Casita is rebuilt, Abuela finds herself back on the day of Antonio’s gift ceremony. A bizarre occurrence already, made even stranger when she plays through that day and the one after it again. And again. And again. A horrifying situation to be sure, until Abuela realises one thing: whether it’s the miracle or Casita or something else causing this time loop, it’s a chance to fix what went wrong.
And only by making it all better, or at least as good as it can be, can Abuela break out of this time loop. She’s got a lot to fix, though: Mirabel feels left out, Luisa is on the verge of a breakdown, Isabela doesn’t want to be ‘perfect’, Dolores has more secrets than she can handle, Camilo is forgetting who he is, and Bruno - her own child - has been spending the last decade in the walls.
OR, your author loves time loop stories and wanted one for Encanto.
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Mirabel tried her best, she did everything she was supposed to, she put in thrice the effort required, and yet she still failed in the end. Casita dying on top of her, the candle on its last flicker. She couldn't let it play out like this, she wouldn't play out like this, she refused.
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Who knew that all magic took was a little desperation.