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nikkisheep · 2 years
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Ok I haven’t seen anyone do this one so I’m kinda excited to see it done, but if your not interested I totally understand.
I’m thinking a fem Hargrove reader x Billy Hargrove one where he’s the protective older brother. We all know Billy is an ass to just about everyone he meets but the reader is the only one who ever gets to see the real billy. They are only 2 years apart and she’s so much like his mom and is the only person that cares for him. We know how his father is and thinks only women should cook and clean and men should work. Well how about one day the reader is at home cleaning when she accidentally breaks a plate or something and cuts herself, she rushes to clean up the mess before her dad can hear but he does anyways. He yells at her and makes her feel bad and when she starts to cry he smacks her. Of course he leaves with Susan and by the time Billy gets home her face is bruised up and her hand wrapped. He’s mad and concerned and decided to pack their things and leave. (You can decide where they go, a friends, cali or maybe he’s saved up to get them a place)
A brother's fear
Protective olderbrother Billy Hargrove x sister reader
Warnings: THIS IS NOT A SHIP, THEY ARE SIBLINGS NOTHING MORE, slapping, agruing, protective billy, blood, ANGST, happy ending, abuse, Neil, Neil makes reader call him sir like he did with Billy, hairpulling
Summary: Request above
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When you came home, you find Dad and Billy neck to neck. Billy was placed against a shelf and Dad was holding him against it. You look at your step-mom and saw her crying. Why was she not helping him? Why was Dad doing this? If Billy was being beat or abused by Dad, I never knew. Billy never let me see. He would tell me, he got into a fist fight with some punk from school. I never knew.
"Dad!" You yell. He looks to you with a frown.
"Get her out of here," He yelled to his wife.
Your step-mom tried to bring out of the room, just as another blow is given to Billy's face. You hear him cry out at the blow and you ran back into the room. You pushed in between the two men and hugged Billy tight. You felt him rub your back.
"Look what you did Billy, you made me make a scene infront of your sister," Dad said. He left the room and went to his bedroom.
Sobs racked through your body when he finally left. You could not believe what you saw. You looked up to Billy cause he always was there for you. Once he beat up a kid for pulling on your pigtails.
"Billy," You cried.
"Shush, it's okay," Billy said softly. Here he was comforting you after he was the one who was beaten up.
"I had no idea," More tears flood.
"It's okay."
"I am so sorry," You shook your head.
"It's okay. I'm fine," He groans when he says that.
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A few weeks later, you cleaning the house. Your dad was out with your step-mom with Max and that left you alone cause Billy was at some girl's house. You had cleaned everything and were finally putting away the dishes. You went to dry one but it slipped out of your hands, shattering on the ground.
"Shit!"
You go to get the broom and dustpan from the living room. You tried picking up the bigger pieces but it cut your hand, staining the white floor. You cursed at the pain but cleaned up everything. Wrapping up your hand, the family walks in. No one pays you any mind until your dad comes in. He sees the wrap on your hand and then the broken glass in the trash can.
"What happened?" He questions.
"A plate slipped an-"
"You broke a plate?"
"It was an acciedent and I didn't mean-"
"Do you know how much those cost?" He interrupted you. He stepped closer.
"No," You shake your head.
"No what?"
"No, sir."
"Why don't you say sorry to Susan?"
"Sorry Susan," You cry out when he grips your hair from the ponytail you had it in. He pulls your head back.
"I'm sorry but that doesn't seem like you mean it," He says.
Tears pour from your eyes.
"Now say it like you mean it, girl."
"I'm so sorry Susan. I really am. I didn't mean to break your plate," You sob.
"Shut those tears up," Your dad slaps you, your face turning red.
"Neil, I don't think-" Susan tries.
"She needs to learn respect for you. She broke something so she has to say sorry. It's called respect," He grits his teeth.
You cry out at the pain of your scalp.
"Now have you learned your lesson?" He asks.
"Yes."
He tugs harder, "Yes, what?"
"Yes sir!"
"What was your lesson?"
"Don't break things and to say sorry," You cry.
"And why is that?"
"It's for respect sir,'' You say.
He lets you go and you fall from the force of him holding you up by your hair. You rub your head and scramble to your room. The night carries on and Billy comes home. You hear him ask for you but Susan said it might not be a good idea. He knocks on your door and opens it. He finds you with an icepack of peas against your face. He sees the streaks of dried tears and the handprint on your cheek.
"Wha-What happened?" Billy says, tears welling up into his blue eyes.
"Nothing, Billy."
"Don't do that, don't do that."
"Fine, he hit me and pulled my hair. He made me say sir and talk about respect." You cried and Billy grabbed you to hold.
You shook in his grasp and he shushed you. He pat your hair and rubbed your back while you had your first melt down after a beating. He never wanted you to go through this again.
"I am so sorry," Billy softly cried.
"Sorry for what?"
"I didn't protect you. I didn't."
"Billy-"
"I should have gotten you out of here but I didn't," He said.
"Billy, you did. You tried so hard."
"I need to get you out of here. I am getting you out of here."
Billy and you made a plan to pack everything you needed and leave when everyone was asleep. When it was time to go, you snuck out with Billy to his car. Once on the road, you started drifting off to sleep. Billy took off his jacket and made it like a blanket for you. Your head rested on his shoulder, he hummed to you as you slept.
You both made it to California and looked for the house your mom had left for Billy if he wanted to return.
"I'm never letting you get hurt again," Billy said before pulling you into a hug.
You both walked to the car and pulled your bags from the backseat. You walked side by side to your new life without abuse or violence or Dad. You both never wanted to see that man again.
"I love you Billy."
"Don't worry, I love you too. No one messes with my sister," Billy said before hugging you again.
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heizenka · 2 years
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⚘ Brother!Billy Hargrove x f!sister reader
𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭
— content warnings: Season 3 spoilers, season 4 spoilers, references to death, ANGST(I cried writing this oml)
— word count: 0.8k
Inspired by: Heroes by Peter Gabriel
The world around me felt quiet as I walked away from the car, towards the quiet field. My head for once, was quiet. There were no thoughts of regret, guilt, or even anger for what happened that night at the mall.
The folded piece of paper felt weightless in my hand, though it held the heavy thoughts that have been stuck in my head for months, the months that were spent without him.
I stopped walking when I reached the headstone I dreaded seeing again.
BILLY HARGROVE
MAR 29 1967
JUL 4 1985
GONE BUT NOT FORGOTTEN
My heart felt heavy once my eyes read the headstone over, even though I had it memorized since the last time I saw it.
His funeral.
I sat down in front of the neat headstone, swiping a few leaves off the bottom of it. I looked down at the paper in my hand for a few seconds, contemplating whether or not I actually wanted to read it.
A heavy breath left my body before I decided to unfold the paper and read it, besides if death was going to come so soon why not clear my head first.
Dear Billy,
I know that you hated me, since the very day I was born you only saw me as a problem in your life. And for a really long time I felt the same way.
But I realize now that I was wrong, and I'm sorry.
But if someone told me a year ago I would be sitting at you grave and grieving over your death, I would think they were mental. Because why would I mourn you? The only thing you have ever done for is take me to school, hell sometimes you didn't even do that. You would ditch me for some hookup.
But I realize now you did so much more foe me, but I just never thought to notice.
Whenever I would do something that I knew dad would get mad about, you always somehow managed to get into bigger trouble, or start a fight with him. You made sure that I never had to deal with him, or the the things he would do if he found out.
I always thought that I would spend my entire life hating you, but what do I know? I just learned that I may die in less that 24 hours, so I just going to stop assuming I know anything thing anymore.
But the worst part about all of this is that I want to be able to not care that your gone, to keep living my life like you weren't killed by some monster from another dimension right in front of me.
I keep thinking back to that day, thinking that I should have tried to get you to change your mind about saving El, thinking that I should have been the one to have taken your place.
Maybe it wouldn't hurt as much as missing you. Maybe you would still be here, and everything would be right again.
But I don't have powers like El, I can't fix this, I can't go back to that day and take your spot, and I can't change what dad did to you.
I imagine that if you were still here, nothing between us would have changed. Or, maybe it would. Maybe we could have been friends, like a real brother and sister.
But your not here, and nothing can change that
I'm sorry.
I'm so so sorry Billy.
Love you shitty little sister, Y/N
I let out a heavy breath, folding the paper back into it's original form and shoving it in my pocket.
I wiped the stay tears that managed to escape my eyes before standing up to walk back to the car, but before I took a step, the sky around me turned dark.
I looked around me, everything was the same, just darker.
"Hey Y/N." It felt like I was just stabbed in the chest as I heard Billy's voice from behind me.
I slowly turned around, my eyes met with his grey eyes, the eyes that I haven't seen since he died.
Tears slowly fell down my face, the only thing I wanted to do was run up to him and give him a hug, tell him everything that I wanted to say but didn't get the chance to.
He stood there, he didn't move.
But a small smile formed on his face, and he opened his arms, he opened his arms for me.
A sob escaped my mouth, my heart felt so heavy in my chest, I didn't know what to do.
He walked towards me, and the closer he got the more my heart hurt, I just wanted to be with him. I wanted to be able to be held in my big brother's arms for the first time.
So I let him get closer, until he had me in his arms. He felt so warm as he held me tightly, I cried into his chest and wrapped my arms around him.
I was finally with my big brother again, and I never wanted it to end.
Even if it now meant that I had to join him in death.
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ditzybat · 2 months
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damian standing next to billy: father i have made a friend.
bruce: it’s wonderful you’re making friends your own age without the —
damian lightly shoving billy out of the way to reveal a massive bengal tiger: this is tawky tawny a talking tiger whom i’ve befriended, i don’t know who this is
bruce: …
billy unbothered and waving enthusiastically: i’m billy batson!
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adhdthomasthorne · 1 month
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The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring (2001)
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ghostbsuter · 2 months
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It's not.like he wanted to be here, Jesus.
Not that he'd leave either knowing where they are right now— mind you.
"And who is this, Cap?" Shazam screaming child gives a strained smile, back straight and answers.
"My colleague–"
Danny interrupts, face finally away from the glass that separates him and space. "Shazam over here got grounded by mom, and since he had a JL meeting, I was to come along as supervision."
Batman is eerily still, staring at them.
Poor Billy, he's gonna deal with this alone next time.
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silly billy? more like. silly brother. GET ADOPTED IDIOT!!!
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vivienvalentino · 8 months
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BILLY CRUDUP Almost Famous, 2000
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I would like to request more slasher x reader whos on the period and is just emotionally exhausted and does a fall hug on them and sighs 😞
I actually looked up period aesthetic on Pinterest 🤦‍♀️ (didn't work, I had to instead looked up blood stain aesthetic)
Ps: why the fuck did I think it was a good idea to put blood stains pictures here, and also this might be the last post for this week and the next week, since my exams are only one week away I really need to start focusing on my studies. I love you all, byee :)
Slashers in this are: Michael myers, sinclair brothers, Jason, and lastly, Billy and stu
Warnings:
Relationship: romantic!!
Slashers with exhausted reader on her cycle!
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Michael
Michael sat rested on the couch of your living room. Letting himself sink into the soft cushion. This day was particularly satisfactory by far... Except for one thing.
You were ignoring him. You've stayed in your room with food and a bunch of other stuff saying you were on your period, you've explained to him before and stuff. But that didn't give you the right to ignore him. What did he even do anyway?
Deciding thinking about why his s/o's mad at him on their period isn't his thing, he shuts his eyes and prepares to pass out.
The silence and the comfy atmosphere. Not too hot not too cold, slightly slouching to his side now that the drowsiness is getting to him. Until he hears the door open ,your door open. he quickly sits straight waiting for your figure to come into the living room.
Are you mad at him right now? Are you going to yell at him? Did he forget to do something?
He sees you enter the room and make eye contact with him for a few seconds, waiting for you to do Or say something. He becomes a bit alert when you start walking towards him, you don't seem to have a bit of aggression in your manner and you just seem... Tired.
flop!
Next thing he knows you're on top of him with your hands around his body. Sighing loudly you don't do anything and he starts hearing you softly snore.
Maybe just these few times you can physically get this close to him. He takes a few breaths before his eyelids start feeling heavy again and he starts to feel less and less energetic.
Subconsciously he puts his hand on your back as the two of you slumber into a deep sleep together.
Sinclair brothers
Bo's not really the best in verbal comfort but he sure is one hell of a good physical one. He sat on the couch reading a newspaper after a long day of being mean. Having a cup of coffee on the small table next to the couch you kinda wanted to laugh. Your overly aggressive boyfriend sitting so quietly and almost innocently on the couch on a Thursday morning is really a contradiction to his usual behaviour. But the inner exhaustion is making you dramatic. Walking over to him he notices you. "What?" He questioned, not a single sound of roughness in them. Hmm, maybe he really was in a good mood today. Taking this as your sign you grab his newspaper and then fall on him dramatically, not forgetting to hug him as you do so. Sighing as you feel the warmth of his body seeping into yours. "What do you think you're doing?" He asks a bit annoyed and a bit more confused. You place the paper on the arm rest on the couch and just continue to rest on him. Bo stays quiet for moments before he wraps his arms around your waist. "Well you could've just told me if you wanted a hug." He chuckles a bit. Let's just hope this isn't cut short.
Vincent Although can't really talk or comfort you verbally, is willing to do anything for you. Acts of service, physical touch, gift giving... Anything. Especially since you're on this painful and tiring process called "a period" He's on his bed reading a book he got from a traveller. Flipping through the pages he hears steps coming towards his room. He memorised your footsteps by now and closed his book but kept his fingers in between where he was reading. He saw you in his sight and tilted his head as to say "is there something you need?". You smiled a bit and went towards him and your body went softly crashing into his. Tightly hugging around his neck and you sigh because honestly hugging him was the most comforting thing ever. Vincent's a bit startled but rubs your back as he realises you're just tired. He kisses the top of your head through his wax mask and he starts blushing and grins when you turn to him and his cheek. He couldn't help but fall for this side of you every single time.
Lester was the best at any kind of affection. So anytime you felt the bit of sadness you immediately went to him. Today or during the cycle was no exception, trotting over to find your lovely dearest boyfriend you needed someone to lay all your love on right now. You finally saw him, Lester who was dropping by for a few days to accompany his brothers was on a couch with Vincent, it seemed they were silently discussing something. Probably they broke the wooden floor and were planning on how to tell Bo without angering him. (Impossible) besides all that, you just wanted to feel your lover's warmth around yours. Lester who noticed you after Vincent did, immediately lights up with a goofy smile. "Hey baby! How are you doing?" You instantly knew he was referring to your cycle, you gave a small smile on your tired face. You walked over to him with your arms extended and fell on him. "Woah!" He relaxes after a few seconds. He strokes your hair as you lay quietly on him. (Vincent third wheeled his way out of the room.)
Jason
It were a particularly quiet and peaceful few days camp crystal Lake. Which was a very good thing which meant a longer spending time with your undead boyfriend.
Especially since being on the flow meant more emotional draining. And although your boyfriend wasn't the warmest in body heat, he definitely was the warmest in showing you his love.
He was on a bed just resting because he didn't really have anything else to do. He didn't wanna bother you since you said you were on your period and didn't wanna risk you getting mad at him. (He would be extremely sulky.)
In his train of thoughts he hears footsteps creaking and immediately gets up, did a trespasser come into the cabins without him knowing? He grabs his machete that was on the ground and prepares for any sort of unfamiliar faces, he sees your face and sighs. He drops his machete as he realises he almost hit you with it.
You see him and stare at him for a few moments. He tilts his head and you start walking over to him and jump on him with your arms around his body.
He presses his mask against your head as you sigh. He couldn't express how much he loves you if he were honest. He strokes your head as he thinks so.
Billy n stu
You knew who to go to when you needed some physical affection. Having two people around you was more than enough.
You couldn't bother telling them about the problems and pains of your period since they're both lowkey air heads.. Just one of them is a bit smarter but definitely more sassy with a shit more attitude.
You slowly made your steps over to where you heard bickering, you saw the two of your boyfriends who you could see were talking about a horror movie most likely. You lazily walk to them, damn. They still don't notice you yet.
You decide to just fuck it and throw your body to where they were and Billy made a surprise grunting noise as Stu just yelped.
"Jesus! You fucking scared the shit out of us Y/n!" Billy exclaimed. Stu made a small "yeah!"
You just sighed tiredly. You wrapped your arms around both of them. "Well, we were just about to watch a movie. Wanna join us?" You just nodded as you felt them adjust themselves around your grip.
You relaxed after you felt Stu hug you tightly as Billy started going through the tapes with his legs around yours.
You were starting to relax until they started bickering again. Damn they couldn't shut up could they?
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puppetmaster13u · 6 months
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Prompt 134
One of the young justice members is complaining about how their parents or mentors benched them after getting injured. 
And Marvel snorting and saying that that reminds him of Phantom. And of course, the YJ crew, ask who that is. 
“Oh Phantoms my big brother, pops never really understood our human halves or limits so…” and he just shrugs like he didn’t just drop Lore. And the teens smell blood in the water, they want to know more. 
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love-too-believe · 2 months
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Everytime I'm reminded that Billy really could have had the most raw complex interesting gay storyline in the history of media, but the Duffers are shit writers...
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Like could you imagine how great this would have been. A gay character that's allowed to be problematic. Complex. Rageful. His story isn't fluffy. It isn't cute.
It's unapologetically a raw story of a gay teen in the 80s with rage issues, an abusive father, an absent mother and no support system.
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just-ornstein · 5 months
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Chrysalis or Chrissy for short, the rambunctious daughter of the Mighty Monarch and Council Member Dr. Mrs. The Monarch! And collector of all types of plants and insects…
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soupy-sez · 1 year
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Billy Idol, London 1986, © Clare Muller
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heizenka · 2 years
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⚘ Billy Hargrove x f!reader
𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭
— content warnings: Season 3 spoilers, blood, major character death, ANGST,
— word count: 0.6k
Inspired by: Fourth of July by Sufjan Stevens
Billy.
He was the only thought running though my head as I ran down the broken escalator as fast as I could. My legs burned, but the pain was nothing compared to the burning I felt in my chest at the sight of his limp body on he mall floor.
There was a dark puddle surrounding him, I prayed that it was from whatever beast lay dead next to him, but I knew I couldn't lie to myself forever.
Max' cries got louder as I came closer to Billy's body, she was shaking his shoulder to get him to wake up. But it wasn't working, nothing was working.
Once I reached his body I pulled his head in to my lap, he was so cold, and he only seemed like an empty shell of who he used to be.
I started wailing so hard, my whole body hurt. I felt like I was going to throw up. I wanted to get away from everybody, out of this mall, pretend that this wasn't real, that me and Billy would lay on the hood of his car and look at the stars like we always do.
But I knew I had to stay with him, even if this was going to be goodbye forever, he deserved to have someone at his side if the time came.
When I looked at Billy, he was so pale that I could see his veins. His eyes were open slightly, and I kept staring at them, as if at any minute they might open all the way and everything would be okay.
I held his hand and said, "I love you." 
But I wanted to say so much more. I could write a novel about everything he meant to me: the small compliments he gave me every single day, the way he always noticed when I changed my hair, the way he looked at me in a crowd like we were sharing a secret. How was I supposed to get through this, I wondered, when Billy was the person who helped me through everything?
"I-I'm sorry." He barely managed to sputter out, this only made Max sob even louder, her face buries in my neck.
It felt like someone had stabbed me in the chest and they were now twisting the knife to make it hurt even more.
"It's okay," I mustered up a smile, I had to look brave for him, something he had always done for me, I owed it to him now. "We're okay." Hot tears trickled down my face as I looked at him.
His blue eyes were locked with mine. Those beautiful blue eyes that I always loved seeing, but now this may be the last time I ever see them.
He coughed once more, some of the blood getting on to my shirt, seeping through to my skin. Every drop felt like it burned against my skin, creating burns that would scar, leaving me with a reminder of this night forever.
He heaved out a heavy breath, his eyes still on mine, until they weren't.
His chest didn't rise again for another breath, and his eyes were closed. He looked like he was asleep, and that at any moment he would wake up.
But he wasn't.
He was dead.
The boy who was everything to me, was now gone, dead in my arms as I cried, hoping he would open his eyes, tell me this was some sick joke.
But he wouldn't, he would never hold me again.
Tonight on July 4th, 1985, a part of me died with the boy in my arms, the boy who I loved with all my heart.
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zack-creeper · 6 months
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Danny and billy have daily meet ups as the ghost king and the champion of magic as to "keep the peace between the dead and magic" (they just besties) and one day Constantine fallows billy trying to find out why thos child has so much magic only to find the Winchester brothers followed a dangerously powerful spirit/ghost 'disguised' as a human child to the same location, they quickly do the spiderman meme before fighting and following the children to find a pocket dimension of space where the champion of magic and the high king of ghosts are talking, enjoying each others company and eating snacks. (Read talking about what they put up with/shit talk about there coliges, play video games and show each other memes, and eat snacks)
(Add to this as you will plz)
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ghostbsuter · 9 months
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Sometimes.
Just sometimes.
Bruce, tired father of too many children, wished for a small break.
Just a tiny one.
He pinched his nose, cowl covering his head and expression and glared.
"I can't believe you snitched on me!" Billy batson, freshly revealed teen and sitting on his usual spot during meetings, hisses.
"If I have to get parented, so do you!" Danny fenton, also freshly revealed teenager, glared right back.
"Boys." Both their attention snapped to wonder woman, still tense and warry.
"Do you two have adult supervision, at least." Batman asks, feeling slightly more drained than before, he can feel Nightwing's stare at the back of his head, coming closer.
"Do the voices count?" Danny asks, to which Billy nodded. "Yeah, do they? Zeus has strong opinions, and many kids. He probably can parent, somewhat."
They shrugged both, like they hadn't just opened another whole can of questions.
"Wait!" Danny snapped his fingers, "what about clocky? He sends us on time missions, has his own lair, and lets us hang around. That counts? Right?"
The other teen nods in agreement.
(Knowing both are black haired and blue-eyed teens, he already knows Dick will never let him live this down. Deceived by children, for YEARS.)
(So much for being the greatest detective.)
(The text he sent to Alfred is between him and his butler dad.)
"Or—"
In the end, the two agreed reluctantly to stay around for a while. The Kents, the Allens, Diana, and the Waynes have opened up their homes to house them permanently.
Much their amusement, they declared, that to make no one jealous, they'd switch homes every other week or so.
That alone smelled like chaos.
Whatever, it was Diana's first week.
(And if the house of mysteries appeared in front of them sometimes, that's also between them and a very suffering John constantine.)
.・゜-: ✧ :-
A continuation
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Polyverse sibs official lineup!!! <3
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