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“Something has spoken to me in the night...and told me that I shall die, I know not where. Saying: "[Death is] to lose the earth you know for greater knowing; to lose the life you have, for greater life; to leave the friends you loved, for greater loving; to find a land more kind than home, more large than earth.”
You Can't Go Home Again - Thomas Wolfe
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27 Oct 2025
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The Cassandra Metaphor by writersagainstwritersblock
Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, Justice League - All Media Types, Nightwing (Comics), Teen Titans - All Media Types
16 Sep 2025
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Through the carnage came a figure cloaked in shadow, she appeared to move through the bodies rather than step on top of them. Even standing somewhere around seven or eight feet tall, she was far too humanoid to be a foe, they had long since abandoned their ruse of playing at humanity. She wore a cloak that appeared to dissipate and knit together like threads of smoke, the gossamer threads like the grey of a new dawn. Under the hood, he could only just make out her eyes, a clouded sky blue, pupils, and her gaze unending.
She stopped before him, their eyes meeting through his tears. There was no empathy in her gaze, only his own agony reflected back at him, though her hand was light as a soft breeze as she tipped his chin up.
“Please,” Dick said, even though he didn’t know what he was asking for: release, mercy, death.
“You long to go back.”
“Yes.”
“For a different outcome.”
Dick nearly choked on the word, “yes.”
“I can make it so. I can give you the gift of foresight, but I warn you, it comes at great sacrifice as it does for anyone else who it is bestowed upon.”
Dick Grayson may not be able to change everything, but my god, is he going to try.
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He goes to the Bahamas, to America, to Norway. To a rainy England and then back to sunny Australia. He sees them, too. Only puts together names and faces due to that one conversation on a beach. John B, Cleo, Sarah, JJ and Kiara.
He walks into the kitchen and says "maman, I see people and I can see where they live. I can speak to them."
Yvonne Heyward, ever the pragmatist, considers this at length. "Are they friendly? Are they nice to you?"
He confirms they are.
"Well," Yvonne says practically. "Maybe you should be friends. Sit down. I've made soup."
aka: the sense8/psychic connection au
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17 Oct 2024
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