HI GUYS!
This is the last Author's Notes for Harleywing (cry, sob, sniffle), but we have a little surprise for you! The introduction of our new series. BUT FIRST!
Hi! We've got stuff. Some new full fledged freakin updates. We are on a few different sites: Twitter, Tumblr, Instagram, and , and you can find us by searching Grayson and Quinn on both. Another point of interest: our Deviantart account will not exist after New Year's.
And now, the THANK YOUS! Because you guys deserve them. Our Instagram followers have slingshotted us up almost into 500 followers (which, for fanfic writers, is a feat haha), and Tumblr and Fanfic are getting up there too. All of you guys are phenomenal. Seriously, I don't think we'd have finished Harleywing as nicely as we did without you all, so from the bottom of our hearts, thank you all so much.
In other news, Harleywing has ended, but that doesn't mean we're through with you! No way. We can't leave them alone either, and we write one shots when we miss them. So Merry Christmas we have those for you! (And they'll probably keep coming forever and ever and ever...)
2016 is going to bring about the apocalypse- in the form of a new series, Gotham: Dystopia. It's technically a trilogy but more on that later. We'll begin posting the first book, Gotham: Quarantine. (Spoilers, Doctor, Harleywing is still in it! How could we give up our favorite ship!?)
In addition to the new series, next year I'll start work on a Harleywing comic, drawn by me and written by us, of course. There's not much detail on this yet, I'll most likely just start with the first book. I may continue, I may not. Regardless, there's a bright future for Grayson & Quinn, Avacados at Comics!
Here is another little surprise, for y'all on tumblr and fanfic only (Yeah, DeviantArt. Fuck you). Please enjoy this sneak peak from the first chapter of our newest series Gotham: Dystopia, to be published on January first. Thank you all for sticking by our sides. We're with you till the end of the line! Enjoy!
Grayson & Quinn
Gotham: Quarantine
Chapter 01: The One Where They've Never Met
Jason Todd set two glasses on the surface of the card table, and Dick Grayson looked up. Jason pushed aside the items that Dick had set out to prepare for patrol with a half empty bottle of scotch.
"Swan Queen won't come out of the lab, and the little devil is with his old man, so it's just the two of us," Jason told Dick. "Thought we could do a little celebrating."
Narrowing his eyes, Dick glanced down at the glasses. "Where did you find this? Does the 'old man' know you have it?" He again looked up at his brother, leaning back in his chair. The dim light in the room cast a shadow over Jason's strong features as he took his Red Hood helmet off, and he placed it on the table as he sat in the chair across from Dick. He still wore his mask underneath his helmet, a habit he'd picked up.
"The almighty Bat doesn't need to know everything." Jason poured a measure into each glass. "You don't have to drink it if you don't want it. I'm not wasting this on someone who isn't going to appreciate it."
"Oh I can appreciate it," Dick laughed a little, putting down the tranquilizer gun that he'd been cleaning and taking a glass, examining it in his hands. He didn't have to ask what they were celebrating. Every citizen in Gotham had kept tallies on their walls as the days went past.
Today marked three hundred and sixty-five.
"One year and we're not dead," Jason raised his glass, "although I'm not sure if that's actually a good thing."
"It's a good thing," Dick reassured them both quietly, tapping his glass to Jason's, the glasses clinking quietly before he took a sip and grimaced, nodding a bit. "Good scotch, too," he chuckled.
"Well it's had time to age." Jason shrugged before taking another swig from his own glass. They sat in silence in the large room, once an executive office of some kind with placid beige walls and floor to ceiling panoramic windows. The sparse furniture- a queen sized bed with nothing but a comforter and a couple of pillows on it, the card table and chairs where the two men sat, and a large mahogany desk pushed against the far wall- made the wide office seem as empty as the room of a dollhouse.
"It feels like longer than a year," Dick said quietly.
"It looks like more than a year, Gramps," Jason taunted, smirking.
"Shut up," Dick laughed. "Have you seen Bruce? He's rocking the hairline gray," he finished off his scotch, replacing the glass on the table.
"I'm sure Selina would be too," Jason added, "but I'm willing to bet she has a connection on supply run for hair dye."
"Yeah, Selina looks as good as ever. Bruce is a lucky guy." Dick looked up at the ceiling, and then back down at the watch on his wrist. "We've got time," he sighed, glancing at the door.
"I'm patrolling Downtown today. What's your gig?" Jason asked as he finished off his drink. His previous shift had come in early, so he'd stopped in to visit Dick on the end of his break.
"Arkham duty, in Uptown," Dick replied, crossing his arms and staring at the table. "With Kate and Damian."
"That's sure to be a lively party," Jason snorted. "I'm with Batgirl, Jr., but I'm also with that police officer." Jason nodded at him.
"Oh?" Dick raised an eyebrow, smiling.
"I'm not on bridge duty, but maybe I can build one." He smirked.
"Hell, I say go for it," Dick stood and stretched, turning to the panoramic windows. The sun was rising steadily over Gotham City outside, sparkling on the water surrounding the island. "Why would she turn you down? You're more of a hero to the people now than you ever were. We all are," he laughed. The only light in the room was provided by the sunrise outside, painting the walls and surfaces amber. The room's emptiness was only emphasized by the lone folding table and chairs in the center of it.
Jason smiled bitterly. "What's the point of being a hero in a city you can't save?"
"The idea is to be a hero to the people you can save," Dick looked at him pointedly, his deep, clear blue eyes contrasted sharply against the orange backdrop. "We can't save everyone, but what we do matters to the people we can save."
"Well as long as one of them's that police officer, I'm fine with that. And you never know," Jason stretched, "I could not make it through to tomorrow. Although… it would be really embarrassing if one of you had to put me down," he mused.
"We don't-" Dick cut himself off, running his hand through his hair. "Never mind. We'll be fine. You'll be fine, just don't go charging off into battle, okay?" he laughed, shaking his head. "Not without me."
"I won't go now, but I am on city patrol remember? You are getting old, Gramps. Do we need to take you out of rotation?"
"Jason, I'm only twenty-seven!" Dick laughed. "You're not exactly the kid you once were, either," he pointed out, picking up his tranquilizer gun and holstering it at his left hip.
"I know," Jason mock sighed, "dying will do that to you."
"At least now you can legally drink that scotch."
Jason rolled his eyes. "Say hi to Barbara for me." He kicked his legs up onto the table and saluted. Dick smiled a little as he put his mask on, tucked away everything that he had scattered across the table in their rightful pockets, and then walked out into the hall of Wayne Tower. He still remembered strolling through this building when it was bustling with life and scored with the sounds of telephones ringing and people talking. Working. Now it remained eerily silent as he walked down the long hallway to the elevator and got on. It was little things like that that he missed. The conversation and thrum of life, hearing a radio in the background; the traffic outside of the building. All gone now. As the elevator dropped and opened on the first of the underground floors where Barbara worked in the Research and Development labs, Dick shoved his hands in his pockets and thought about a year ago. It hadn't been so quiet then, and it had annoyed him. Now he'd give anything to hear a jet engine as it left the Gotham airport, or the thunder of the trains through the city. Still, he couldn't complain.
Gotham was better off than the rest of the world.