Possible Batman Fic That I’m Thinking About Starting

Okay new idea . . . still a Batman story, but now with a new twist . . .

One night, Batman is driving along a road, heading back to the cave, when suddenly his headlights illuminate a small figure wandering around in the middle of the road in the dark.

He slams on his brakes and avoids hitting the figure by a few scant meters. The figure never wavers or looks towards Batman’s car, it just keeps meandering down the middle of the road.

Batman gets out of the car to investigate. As he gets closer, he realizes, with help from his headlights, that the figure is a small child, around 6 or 7 years old. It’s a young girl wearing pajamas, but as he looks closer, he realizes with a start that they are drenched in blood. The girl’s face is completely blank, her eyes round and vacant, and he realizes that she’s in shock.

He attempts to stop her by gently putting a hand on her shoulder. She stops, but does not react in any other way. She is completely silent, completely lost.

He looks up and down the road, vainly hoping to see someone else or a house or something that could explain the sudden appearance of this child, but he sees nothing but darkness.

Being worried about the presence of so much blood, he decides to take her back the cave with him, to make sure that she is not in need of any immediate medical attention. He notices that she is barefoot and decides to pick her up, rather than force her to walk anymore. He lifts her body easily and she curls into the embrace of his arms, like a child much younger.

He feels a confusion of emotions bubbling inside of him: wretched terror and sadness for the current state of this little one, but also burning loathing for whatever person or persons put her in this situation.

Personality Thinga-ma-bob

My personalDNA Report

Generous Idealist

Classes Spring 2008

So I start back to classes tomorrow. Oy. I should probably figure out my schedule before then, hmmm?

Let’s see here:

Mondays:

9:30-11 am – Psychology of Music II – with Dr. Cohen
4:30-5:30 – Advanced Practices of Music Therapy – with Dr. Hadsell

Tuesdays:

8:30-9:30 – Music Skilled Therapy Recreation (something . . . I don’t know, I’m guessing at some of these, because I just have the abbreviations in front of me as opposed to the real titles) – with Mr. Joe (he seriously wants us to call him Mr. Joe)
9:30-10:30 – “Ethics, Tech, Reimbursement MT” (that’s what it says) – with Dr. Hadsell
12:30-1:30 – Keyboarding IV – with Dr. Brown (bleah, I had him for a grad class last semester and it was easily the most boring class I have EVER had in my entire life; and that includes every math class I’ve ever had, as well as every education class I’ve ever had)
6-9 pm – Multicultural MT – with Dr. Cohen

Wednesdays

9:30-11 am – Psychology of Music II – with Dr. Cohen
4:30-5:30 – Music Therapy Doc I – with Dr. Cohen
6:30-7:30 – Percussion II (think World Music/Drum circle stuff) – with Mr. Matney

Thursdays
8:30-9:30 – Music Skilled Therapy Recreation – with Mr. Joe
9:30-10:30 – “Ethics, Tech, Reimbursement MT” – with Dr. Hadsell
12:30-1:30 – Keyboarding IV – with Dr. Brown

No class on Fridays.

So, I have three classes with Dr. Cohen. She’s . . . an interesting lady. Last semester she stopped me after class one day to ask me not to talk as much in class anymore. Whenever I talked from then on out, I got the bemused grin and a wary “Uh huh . . .”

Put that magic jump on me, slap that baby, set him free

I sometimes wonder about myself. It seems as though I can feel the air going in and out of my body in specific patterns. To relax at night, I think of circles going around counterclockwise. Then I do the same thing with different parts of my body. I don’t actually move the body parts though, but I can feel the edges in a counterclockwise motion. Does any of that make sense?

I have problems with this concept because I literally can’t put it to words.

When I’m relaxing, be it night or day, I see pieces of machinery moving up and down, back and forth, in my mind’s eye, but also I feel it simultaneously in my skin and muscles. Grrr, I hate words at moments like this.

I heard someone describe something akin to this as though they could feel the blood moving in their veins, and I don’t think that’s exactly what this is. Then again, it might be that that was the only way they had of describing it as well; so it might not have felt that way to them either.

I do know that it has to be counterclockwise motion. Clockwise motion requires too much thought and makes me jittery.

Now I know I sound nuts.

Or else it feels like the feeling in my muscles in my chest are all experiencing some kind of vague butterfly stroke internally that no one sees, but only I can feel . . . vaguely.

The nearest I can find online to equal something like this all has to do with feeling the energy of your soul or astral body projection; neither of which I think I am doing. Although, what do I know? It’s just the place I’ve been living within all my life. Geez.

Autism Every Day

I’m so pissed off. I finally did see the “Autism Every Day” vid that Autism Speaks help put out. It was like seeing the worst NT people interacting with some (from what I could see) pretty cool autistic kids.

They’re saying things like “he won’t do this, he won’t do that,” but you can see that while he’s screaming or she’s screaming or whatever, the moms have their hands all over him, continuously rubbing their backs or heads or whatever. I’m only an aspie and that would have me screaming if someone did that all day long or even most of the time.

And those kids were showing their love for their parents and those parents were just ignoring their attempts, only talking about what they weren’t doing, what they weren’t saying.

For cripe’s sake, life pisses me off sometimes.

Fictional Characters Who Could Potentially Be Aspies (*coughs*Batman*cough*)

Frank Burns from M*A*S*H (tv). He was stuck in his routines, his social abilities were lacking, he was obsessive . . .

Also, the Riddler; especially in regards to Batman: The Animated Series. He uses multi-syllabic words, is really smart, good with word puns/riddles, computer smart (I know that’s not necessarily part of it, but it is sometimes); plus, has a hard time relating to others.

Same goes for The Clock King (you want schedules and routines, whooee), and The Penguin (bird obsession anyone?).

But I think the same can also be said for Batman himself.

Another person’s thoughts.

Truthfully, think about it.

Batman watches people; he studies people and their motives. He doesn’t like change; doesn’t like any difference in his schedule. He’s quiet to the point of being anti-social; yet look at Robin and Oracle and all of them; he still needs them, but he can’t figure out a good way to tell them that. When he looks at you, he stares, he doesn’t just look. He focuses in on you, studying you.

He also remembers everything. He remembers random facts about train schedules that no one else knows off the top of their heads (except perhaps another aspie). He knows people’s names, birth dates, hobbies. And he doesn’t even really have to work at remembering those things; he just does.

And if you’ve ever read anything about what Robin and company think about him in times of stress, then you also know that he has been called inflexible, unfeeling, cold, distant . . . He stands stiffly and never seems to comfortable in his own skin.

He’s obsessed with villains; obsessed with martial arts and all things that have to do with non-lethal weaponry. He’s good with chemistry, with math, computers . . . He pursues his role as Batman with a single-minded consistency that is rarely seen in others.

When he’s uber stressed, his ability to display and use social skills pretty much shuts down. I mean, Batman grunts a lot; ever wonder why? When he does speak, it’s often very formal, very precise.

He’s really smart; more so than most people. People who know him often just don’t “get” him.

And when has Batman ever seemed to get or go along with something humorous??? And you should know that he’s prone to bouts of depression . . . self-doubt. Plus he worries incessantly about his “kids.” He’s definitely OCD – always checking his scanner, his city, reports from Oracle. He obsesses about the city, Robin (whatever permutation) and Nightwing.

He is highly skilled with figuring out puzzles. He understands patterns better than anyone else. He sees the details that no one else does.

And then I made a list . . .

-Perseveration (to train, to hold a promise for so many years)
-Photographic memory
-Difficulty in correcting someone w/o seeming harsh
-Sometimes withdrawn
-Difficulty sleeping
-Sarcastic, negative
-low to no participation in groups
-great concern about personal working area
-problems addressing others due to issues with trust
-intense concern for privacy
-difficulty working as a “team”
-low to no sense of humor
-lacking ability to greet others in a warm and friendly manner
-perfectionist
-Interrupting in the middle of conversations
-Extreme reaction to change in routine
-Repetitive behavior
-Certain preferences of personal items (like clothes . . . bat suits . . .)
-very verbal, blunt
-Difficulty hiding true emotions like sadness/anger
-lacking ability to relax from activities
-no interest in tasks that doesn’t draw personal interest
-Almost always totally serious
-Quick tempered
-Fixating on really bad/good experiences
-Limits oneself with pursued interests, without exploring other venues
-Difficulty expressing emotion
-need for finishing one task before starting another
-Difficulty with negotiation
-mental shutdown/total burst of anger when pinned in corner
-Difficulty talking to co-workers as “pals”
-thinking on a “one track mind” type basis
-impairment or total absence of quality social skills such as interaction (like leaving at end of conversations w/o saying goodbye)

It’s safe to say that I’ve thought about this a fair amount.

Are You Drunk Or Something?

Put it this way; when I’m not on my anti-anxiety meds, not only can I not sleep . . . or eat . . . but I get frickin’ sarcastic. Everything turns into eff that and eff this, and most of it’s internal. My inner thoughts are at war with each other, but that’s not even the best part. It’s like listening to a bunch of rednecks getting together and discussing french poetry or something.

It does NOT say that!

Sure it does! Wee-ZO means bird, I swear.

Well eff you man. Why the hell we doin’ this?

Would you go back to sleep for god’s sake?

What’s wrong with all of y’all anyways?

We got you up our asses, so lay off.

I swear my internal voices are saying things just like that.

Are you drunk or something?

Drunk’s more fun.

That, and my tongue feels weird.

Like I’ve been sanding it off slowly with sandpaper or something.

And I can’t stop my eyes from rolling.  Or my nose from running.

Geez, it’s a great 2 am in the world today!

I gotta go to bed.

*pounds fist on wall*

JUST SHUT UP, WILL YA???

“I Bet He Did A Casey Jones”

Comment: “You’re a claustrophobic!”

Answer: “You want a fist in the mouth? I’ve never even looked at another guy.”

When I was six, I threw the word “claustrophobic” into a conversation with my aunt, and somehow by the grace of god, actually used it right. It would take another . . . gee, what’s today’s date? . . . oh, right . . . 17 years before I realized what Casey thought Donnie was talking about.

Funny how those things work.