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nightwingvixen23 · 4 years

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💋The Real Mob Wives Of Gotham City🍎

Episode fucking 1 :

“Don’t smoke in my mutha fuckin house ya lil’ twink”

*door’s of Wayne Manor slamming open*

Selena : Who’s that ??

Tim : *appears*

Jason : . . .

Talia : . .

Rose : ..

Dick : *loudly drinking wine*

Tim : check this out *showing off wedding ring* Kon and I made this official

Dick : Oh my GAWD it’s delicious !

Jason : You little hoe’s wanna see a REAL rock ? BAM ! *slams hand down onto kitchen counter/glistening wedding ring stacked as fuck* choke on THAT bitches, eat your ******’ hearts out, get wet over it; you know I love that ****

Tim : ooooh. my. GAWD. JASON ! why is everything such a ******* competition with you !

Jason : nothin’s a competition here sweetie, I was just showin’ us all who’s husband really cares to spoil their wife here

Dick : *pouting into his wine glass*

Talia : *eyes rolled* this is honestly why I don’t like hanging out with you goomahs...

Rose: I’m over here, questioning why I even show up, because, why would I hang out with the man that my dad is ******* ?

Dick : ok let’s get one lil’ thing straight here hon, I am not just the man your dad is *******, we’re MARRIED and you are my DAUGHTER. We’re F A M I L Y

Tim : Can we go back to me please ?? Hellooooooo !! Like, I thought this was a safe place where I could *tearing up* share my ******* feelings and like *whiny voice* celebrate a milestone between me and my fiance with you all but I guess not

Jason : boo ******* hoo

Tim : I don’t need this. I’m done. it’s over

*ominous music playing*

Jason : such a princess.

Tahlia : If Tim is a princess then what the hell does that make you Jason ?

Dick : Oh honey, don’t do this...

Talia : No no, *sits wine glass aside* I am going to do this. Everyone’s so afraid to stand up to him, I’m sick of it ! What are you, huh Jason ? Feelin like the big bad ass mob bitch just ‘cause you’re riding Roman’s **** ?

Rose : *mouth falling open dramtically*

Jason : Excuse you but um *laughter* I am the one with my thighs wrapped around his neck every night choking his ass halfway to Heaven so I ain’t no princess sweetie, I’m the mother ****** Queen

Tim : god damn all this. I need a smoke *lights cigarette*

Selena : there’s no smokin’ in my house ya lil’ twink !

Tim : so you think just ‘cause you married my daddy that you can tell me what to do ? *puts cigarette between lips* screw off puttana

Selena :*fighting for the cigarette with Tim*

*ominous music getting more ominous*

*Gotham City Mob wives looking around frantically*

Dick: *pouring more wine*

*distant splash*

Dick : *distracted/wine splashing over wine glass*

Tim : *walking in from the outside patio/cigarette between his lips* Just pushed Selena into the ******* pool. Mommie Dearest isn’t gonna snag my cig

Bruce : *appears* you WHAT ?!

Tim : i drowned your kitty kat

Bruce : *rushing outside to the patio*

*mob wives gathering by the patio doors to watch Bruce strip shirtless and dive into the pool after a struggling Selena*

Jason : I don’t get it. Why do you have a pool if Selena can’t swim

Dick : it’s for looks obviously

Bruce : *helping a drenched Selena back into the manor*

Selena : *mascara dripping thick down her face*

Tim : you look like a drowned rat

Selena : get outta my house

Tim : *blows smoke ring into her face* make me

*cuts to solo interview with Dick*

Dick : *puts fake phone to his ear* Hi, yes, 911 ?? I’d like to make a missing persons report because my little sweetheart Timmers has just been replaced with a bad bitch. Yes thank you *hangs up fake phone*

*cuts back to Selena drenching wet glaring at Tim*

Bruce : Put out the cigarette Timothy

Tim : but daddy, you smoke cigars all the time

Selena : And stop calling my husband daddy

Tim : He’s my father

Dick : He’s our father

Jason : we all call him daddy

Talia : quite the jealous little haugty that you’ve remarried Bruce *holds wine glass up* sorry I couldn’t attend the wedding, but *takes a drink* here’s my late toasting and congrats galletto

Bruce : If there was one thing that I could have done differently on the day that I met you Talia, it was that I would have turned the hell away

Talia : . .

Dick : oop 👀

Tim : I’m outta cigs. Jay, run me up the street

Jason : *wraps an arm around Tim* I’ve got you mimmo *walking by Selena and Bruce/twin glares*

Selena : Bruce, your son’s are toO MUCH FOR ME !

Dicks : The money sure ain’t

Rose : *eyeing the back of Dick’s head for his comment*

*cuts to solo interview with Rose*

Rose : okay. . . *deep breath*. . .but like. . . *long nails tapping*. . . can someone just tell me why this homewrecking bitch is even talking ?? Liiiike....I’m just—I just—I’m so over this— *gets up/leaves interview*

*cuts back to Selena still drenching wet [someone get this woman a fuckin’ towel] stomping away from Bruce*

Selena : Not only is one son a tyrant from hell, but the other is an imp disguised as an angel, THIS ONE *snatches wine bottle from Dick* keeps drinking all of MY ******* WINE !! and don’t even get me started on D A M I A N

Talia : oh no we can get ******* started *taking off earrings* what about my piccolo, go ahead, what about him

Bruce : *coming between ex wife and current wife*

Talia : WHAT ABOUT HIM, don’t ******* talk about my lil’ cucciolo if you can’t back it up with a fist !

Selena : *seething*

Dick : *snatches wine back* sorry but it ain’t your wine Mommie Dearest, it’s daddies wine

Bruce : Selena, how about going upstairs and taking a bath. I could use it too. calm down, cara

Selena : *sighing*. . .*leaving the kitchen*

Bruce : and just know this—

Selena : *stops*

Bruce : —my boys are my boys. they come first. you’re not to disrespect them again. Now, I’ll be up to join you shortly

Selena : *going off in spanish*

*run those fuckin’ ending credits yo. I don’t pay ya’ll shit but you signed up for this job, so if ya wanna c o m p l a i n i’ll be in my office going down on a bottle of Hennessy bitches thx*

💋Up Next on :The Real Mob Wives of Gotham City. .🍎

Slade : *talking lowly with his Consigliere*

Dick : babe

Slade : *ignores Dick*

Dick : ...*unbuttons shirt/poses provocitively* ...hey, sexy ace; look

Slade : *no response*

Dick : ..

Slade : *talking to Consigliere*

Slade : You’re dismissed

Consigliere : *leaving*

Dick : *locks eyes with retreating Consigliere*

Dick : . .

Dick :

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twothumbsandnostakeincanon · 5 years

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“There’s a boy alone in the woods,” Talia said with a furrowed brow, hanging her coat up by the door.

“Yes, sister dear, there is,” Peter drawled back from the couch.

“He seems a little young to be out there by himself,” she continued. “Do you know how long he’s been there? Maybe we should ask if he’s lost.”

“Considering that this is his third visit this week, and eighth in the last month, I think he can probably find his way home. He’s in the little aspen grove, right?”

Talia’s eyebrows raised accusingly.

“You knew he’s been visiting the forest? Why didn’t you say anything?”

Peter shrugged, uncaring.

“He’s not on our property. It’s close, but technically on the public side of the line. Besides- did you not recognize him?”

Talia narrowed her eyes at him.

“... No,” she admitted grudgingly.

Peter waited for a beat, reveling in the moment of holding information over his sister’s head, before saying, “It’s the fox boy. The son of the fox shifter who just died.”

Talia’s eyes widened slightly.

“I hadn’t realized she had a child. I wonder what he’s doing in the woods?” she mused out loud.

Peter shrugged, turning his eyes back to the TV.

“He’s definitely a shifter. As for what he’s doing in the woods, I don’t particularly care. The woman used to go out to the same area fairly often before she fell ill.” Peter shifted his weight, getting more comfortable on the couch. “Perhaps it’s some kind of devious fox shifter tradition,” he threw out in addition, tone sarcastic. Talia glared at him.

“I’m just trying to keep our pack safe, Peter. It’s my job as Alpha.”

Peter nodded with ridiculously wide, innocent eyes, still not bothering to look away from the TV.

“Oh yes, it’s so lucky we have you to keep us safe from the ten year old who turns into an animal slightly bigger than a loaf of bread.”

“He can do a full shift?!” she exclaimed, clearly shocked.

“Well I’ve certainly never seen him do any other kind, nor did I ever witness his mother shift any other way either. But to be fair, I only saw either shift a total of three times. They took your lack of welcome to heart, after all.”

He deliberately continued to not look back at her.

Talia had dismissed the woman immediately upon meeting her fifteen years ago. She’d been the young wife of a new deputy then, asking for permission to run on their land occasionally. Talia, however, shared the distaste of werefoxes taught to her by her parents and grandparents. She’d denied the woman permission, suspicious of ulterior motives.

Peter, at the time just nine years old, found her more interesting than threatening. Especially when a few months later, he caught her mid-shift just outside the aforementioned aspen grove. He watched with amazement as she changed from a woman to a beautiful grey fox, slinking off into the woods faster than he could follow.

His sister treated every full shift as an event with near religious sanctity. One for which she was to be praised and held up. It was used as a show of power, either to other packs or her own betas.

The last time he’d seen the woman turn into a fox, it had been to catch butterflies with her son.

Behind him, Talia huffed and turned away, walking toward her office. Peter continued to look at the TV, though his attention was nowhere near it.

The boy was in the woods alone again.

Peter wondered what he was looking for.

__________

Stiles sat still on a stump in the pitch black woods. The moon was new that night, and the clouds covered most of the stars. He could see just fine anyway. His nose twitched at the smell of someone’s perfume, probably from some hiker earlier in the day, he thought.

Movement from small insects caught his eyes here and there, only interesting because there was nothing else to notice. No ghostly lights, no phantasmal visions… no soft words from his mother.

He was alone.

He would remain so for the rest of the night. It was late enough that it wasn’t likely anyone would be coming. Not his mom, or grandma, or great granduncle. He could go home, but no one was there either.

Instead, he tucked his cold hands in his jacket, and watched his breath puff into the night, debating whether or not it would be worth it to shift for the warm fur.

A few minutes later, the perfume reached him again, and he wrinkled his nose. It was stronger this time. That didn’t make any sense.

He focused his sense of smell, trying to tell which direction it came from, but he couldn’t catch it again. Abruptly, every other smell was covered by the smell of smoke.

Stiles stumbled off the stump, swiveling around to where the smell was coming from and took off into the woods. There couldn’t possibly be a forest fire in January, could there? It had just rained last night. He followed the smell, soon seeing the trail of smoke and then the glow of a huge fire.

It was a house fire. The Hale’s house.

He cringed against the crackle and roar of the flames battering his sensitive ears. It was nearly overwhelming, but he focused because he thought he could hear something beneath it-

Screams. The Hales were still inside.

Stiles was baffled. He knew at least some of the Hales were werewolves; his mother had been firm in her insistence that they were to be avoided. Not because they were werewolves, but because the Alpha was rude, and because his mom thought wolf Alphas in general hold an excessive amount of power over their packs. Regardless, they certainly had power, and they certainly should have been able to escape a burning house.

He pulled out the cell phone his dad had given him for emergencies as soon as he reached the house clearing and dialed 911. Dora Hastings was the operator who answered, which he was grateful for because she’d known his mother and was more likely to take him seriously. He rattled off the relevant information in an urgent tone as he crept around the edge of the clearing, looking for a reason the Hales might be trapped.

The only strange thing he could see was a thick line of dust running along the base of the house… but it was very close to the flames. He didn’t want to get burned, but…

“Hold on Dora,” he said, hearing her say Stiles, no-! as he set the phone on the ground. He broke a stick off the nearest tree with a great crack, and then ran up to the line of dust and scrambled it. There was a slight feeling of his ears popping, and then suddenly the screams from inside became much louder. Quickly, he ran back to the phone and reassured Dora that he was still there. No more than a second later, the first people came stumbling out of the house, limping as they carried unconscious children.

Stiles hesitated, waffling on whether or not he should or even could do anything to help now. No one seemed to have noticed him yet, but he couldn’t really leave since he had the open line to 911. Instead, he shrunk back into the shadows of the trees and watched quietly as the Hales coughed and cried and tried to stabilize the ones with the most severe burns, giving Dora as much information on their state as he could glean from his vantage point.

With great relief, he soon heard the sirens of the fire trucks. He waited a few more minutes until the humans outside the Hale house began to react to the sound as well.

“The trucks are here, Dora. Thanks,” he said, voice tired. He just wanted to go home.

“Just doing my job sweetie,” she answered, sounding nearly as tired.

“Hey, Dora?”

“Yes dear?”

“Is… do you know if my dad’s going to be here? Or is he going to go home?”

“I imagine he’ll need to at least talk to a few of the family members, sweetie.”

“... Okay. Bye.”

With nothing left to do, he went home.

__________

“The sheriff’s son?” Talia clarified, setting down another set of insurance paperwork on Peter’s hospital table two weeks later.

Her husband Alexander nodded.

“Apparently he’s the one who called emergency services.”

“Does he work for the station too? How did he notice the fire?”

Alexander shook his head, opening his mouth to answer, but was cut off by the croak of Peter’s voice.

“Fox.”

Talia and Alexander looked over, Talia’s brow pinched with concern over his burn roughened voice.

“Fox,” Peter repeated, the word grating out of his mouth like gravel. His one unbandaged eye looked directly at Talia. “Shifter... boy.”

“The fox shifter? That’s the sheriff’s son?” she said, mouth falling open.

Peter would have rolled his eyes if he’d had the energy. As it was, filling in his sister’s ignorance took pretty much everything he had to spare, so instead he settled back to watch her and her husband fret over the information.

“What should we do?” Alexander asked. “Do you have any ideas on how to repay him?”

Talia floundered for a moment.

“He saved the life of everyone in our pack, Alex. I don’t have the slightest clue on how to repay a fox shifter for a favor, much less for something like this.”

“Maybe we shouldn’t focus on his heritage,” Alexander suggested. “He is, after all, a ten year old boy. What do ten year old boys like? We can start there.”

Peter closed his eye, submitting to his tiredness. It sounded like Alexander and Talia would be talking themselves in circles for a while, and he didn’t need to listen to any of it. Something about the boy made Peter think he would shun any kind of repayment that his sister would consider appropriate.

Besides, the reason Talia came to visit him in the first place was to tell him that the Argents were dead. That kind of vicious satisfaction that inspired was terribly tiring.

__________

Peter heard about the failure of the first two attempts while he was still in the hospital. Alexander brought cookies to the boy, hoping to get to know him a little. Instead, the boy had answered the door with a suspicious glare, asked Alex to wait for a moment after taking the cookies, and audibly dumped them in the trash before returning the empty plate to flatly say, “Thank you, they were delicious,” and then shutting the door in his face.

Laura tried to offer him a ride home from school, but Stiles had immediately yelled “CHILD PREDATOR, CHILD PREDATOR!” and Laura had to spend the next half hour explaining to various school officials exactly what she was doing.

When Peter came “home” to their temporary rental after being released from the hospital, the first thing Cora did was complain to him about her mother hounding her to find out what Stiles liked, or to help him out socially.

“He doesn’t want help socially! He’s got his weird asthma friend, and that’s all he wants!”

“The others don’t tease him for just having one friend?” Talia pressed as she drew away Peter’s pain from the trip home.

“Well, Jackson does,” Cora said with a duh in her tone, “but Jackson is just kind of a jerk to everyone.”

“Why don’t you try standing up for him the next time Jackson picks on him then, okay?” Talia persuaded.

Cora looked doubtful, but capitulated with a grudging nod.

The next day she came home from school, dumped her backpack on the floor, and posed dramatically with her hands on her hips as she announced, “Stiles Stilinski doesn’t want or need anyone’s help dealing with Jackson. He said he thinks mom’s a cult leader, and that if he needed help hiding Jackson’s body then his first call would be to the county coroner, not the werewolf Jim Jones.”

Talia’s mouth gaped like a fish for a moment, before finally saying, “Hide Jackson’s body??”

A rough, crackling sound distracted her, and she glanced over at the couch to see Peter laughing. His burns were slowly healing, but his mood had certainly been a far cry from laughter since the fire.

“Werewolf Jim Jones,” he managed to say between rough bouts of laughter. Talia tried to purse her lips against a reluctant wry smile, and then sighed.

“I think I made a mistake turning away Claudia Stilinski,” she finally admitted.

“No shit,” Peter said, relaxing back into the cushions, energy used up by his sudden humor. Talia shot a dry look at him.

“I don’t see you coming up with any suggestions,” she said, the accusation biteless. They both knew exactly how much healing he’d gone through so far, and how much he had left. More importantly, they both knew why he’d been more extensively burned than anyone else.

He took his job as pack protector very seriously.

But that didn’t mean he didn’t have a suggestion.

“Pay attention,” he said. “Just watch. Everyone needs something. You’ll see it eventually. In the meantime, stop bothering him, otherwise he might actually get us put on a cult watchlist somewhere.”

Cora nodded like that was a perfectly reasonable possibility.

Talia gave in with a sigh, deciding it was probably best to trust the two who seemed to know the most about him anyway.

__________

Talia personally took over information gathering on the Stilinski boy.

Rather than finding possible answers to the question of filling their debt, she found growing horror at what was happening in the boy’s life.

The fox shifter spent more time in the woods than anyone, even Peter, had realized. He visited every day, staying out in the aspen grove at least two nights a week, but usually more often. He was able to do this because his father worked double shifts three times a week, and drank himself to unconsciousness the other four.

The ten year old shifter was doing the cooking and cleaning for the house, as well as ensuring that his father got up for work in the mornings before he left for school.

It was the worst kind of child neglect Talia had ever personally witnessed.

And she still didn’t know what he was doing in the woods.

That question was pushed to the far back of her mind, however, as she realized that the Stilinski home environment had to change immediately. She thanked the moon that she was already registered to be a foster parent, and quickly started making calls to get ready to take Stiles in after reporting the sheriff.

However, instead of the expected call from foster services, she got a visit from Stiles. Or rather, she got a visit from an enraged, murderously furious Stiles.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing? What makes you think you have the right to take away my dad?” he demanded as soon as she answered the front door. Talia leaned back a little in surprise at the venom in his voice.

“Your dad is sick, Stiles-” she started to explain, but he cut her off.

“I saved your family from burning, but I swear I’ll do worse than that unless you fix this.” His eyes were deadly serious, far too serious for a ten year old face. “My dad is sick, but he’s my family. My pack,” he spat venomously. “I saved you from losing your pack, and now you’re trying to take away mine?” His face was a mask of anger and contempt, but Talia caught a flash of fear at the end of that sentence. “Take it back. Fix this,” he demanded.

“Stiles, I can’t-” she tried again.

“You can and you will.”

But she really couldn’t.

She couldn’t leave any child in an environment like that.

Talia took a deep breath.

“No one will make you leave your home-”

The slightest hint of relief sagged across Stiles’ face.

“-but only on the condition that your father attend outpatient rehab.”

Talia watched closely as Stiles’ face tightened again for a moment before relaxing again, this time a little deeper.

He nodded.

“You pay for it.” He looked her straight in the eye. “This makes us even, or whatever it is you’ve been trying to do since the fire. Just- just leave me alone, okay? My mom didn’t trust you. You were rude to her, and that means I don’t trust you either. We’re even.”

He started to walk away, but Talia’s heart tugged at her- the pull of her own past mistakes, and the pull of a boy who needed more than he would allow himself to have.

“Stiles, I apologize,” she called after him. “I’m not trying to gain any more of your trust than you want to give, but I’m very sorry that I wasn’t more kind to your mother. She deserved better than that, and so do you.”

Stiles hesitated, looking back long enough to nod once, and then walked away.

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Peter watched from the upstairs window as the boy walked away. He watched him reach the end of the drive, hesitate, and then turn into the woods, toward the aspen grove.

Alone.

From the floor below him, he could hear Cora trying to talk her dad into making more cookies. Laura was helping Derek with his trig homework, and Talia was on the phone with her contacts at CPS while also on hold with the rehab clinic. The rest of their pack was scattered throughout town and the preserve.

He imagined being the only one left to mourn the others. Imagined what that might turn him into, having a heart full of broken pack bonds and a body that burned without the help of an Alpha to heal.

Slowly, he got up, and started putting on his shoes.

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Stiles sat on his stump, waiting patiently. It wasn’t too late yet. There was still a chance of a visit.

Half of his thoughts were still fuming over the audacity of Talia Hale. Her actions, however well intentioned, were infuriating.

He’d changed his mind, though. Talia Hale clearly wasn’t a cult leader. She was a Karen. She was the kind of person who was sure that she Knew Better™, and she’d definitely asked to speak to a manager within the last month.

He honestly wasn’t sure if that was better or worse than cult leader.

Slowly, though, the relief of her offer to take care of his dad’s rehab made him slump forward as he rubbed his forehead.

Stiles could clean. He could cook. He could make sure his dad woke up.

He couldn’t make his dad stop drinking.

The empty bottles loomed in the corner of his vision whenever he was in the house, a beast bigger than he could deal with. He hadn’t wanted to admit it, but he needed help with it.

Stiles couldn’t handle it alone.

God he missed his mom.

The crunch of twigs behind him took him by surprise, startling him out of his deep thoughts.

“Mind if I sit? This is the farthest I’ve walked since- well. You know. You were there, after all. In any case, I could use a rest.”

Stiles looked up to see one of the Hales; the one he remembered lying on the lawn, completely covered in burns. He was standing in the grove. His skin puckered and pinched along his left side, but Stiles could see it was healing. He must have been a werewolf, then, because the burns that Stiles remembered wouldn’t have begun healing that quickly on anyone else.

He looked tired, though.

Stiles gestured silently to another stump, and then went back to waiting. He didn’t think anyone would come visit while there was a werewolf here, but maybe the Hale would go away if Stiles ignored him.

“My name is Peter by the way.” The man paused, but didn’t seem to expect a response. “I know my family have all been trying their own various ways of saying thank you, but I’m not sure if any of them have actually said it yet. So, for my own part: thank you, Stiles.”

And then, wonder of wonders, he said nothing else.

Stiles looked over despite himself, surprised. He waited, expecting another ridiculous or infuriating attempt at payback.

But Peter just sat there quietly with him.

Slowly, Stiles relaxed.

Somehow the wait wasn’t quite so long or heavy with another heartbeat in the grove. Peter didn’t seem to be on any sort of timeline. For the first time in a long time, Stiles found himself just listening to another heartbeat, not thinking about whether alcohol would slow it to a stop, or thinking about its presence possibly preventing Stiles from achieving his goal in the grove, or thinking about anything at all.

He felt calm. Almost peaceful.

“Is that a Hale?”

Stiles’ head snapped up, a pale transparent fox standing on the ground in front of his stump.

“Mom!!”

“That’s Peter, right? I heard about the fire.” Her dark eyes turned back to him. “I heard about how brave you were. I’m so proud of you, Mieczysław.”

Stiles couldn’t check to see if Peter was looking, couldn’t tear his eyes away from his mom for even a second.

“How are you, mom?”

She placed her weightless paws on his legs to bring herself closer.

“I’m good, Stiles. I’m wonderful. Grandma says hello, though she couldn’t come this time, and Uncle Stan said he wants to wrestle you next time he sees you.”

Stiles gave a slightly watery little laugh.

“Tell him I’m gonna find a way to pile drive a ghost fox.”

“If anyone can do it, I’m sure you can,” she said, confident and laughing. She kneaded her paws against him a little, as if seeking the tactile comfort they were both being denied. They were both quiet for a moment, drinking in the sight of each other, and then Claudia sighed a little.

“How is your father?” she asked in a voice harder than it had been before.

“He’s going to go to rehab,” Stiles answered, the relief still evident in his tone. “Talia Hale is going to pay for it.”

“Is that right?” Claudia looked over at Peter, somehow conveying a suspicious eyebrow even as a ghost in the shape of a fox.

Stiles finally managed to tear his eyes away from his mother to look at Peter, who Stiles was surprised to see looking straight at Claudia.

“Yes,” Peter answered. “Talia has reserved a place for John in the outpatient program, in thanks for Stiles saving our family. Though I should say she is willing to do much, much more.” While his words were leading, his tone wasn’t, simply leaving the information there in case Claudia was willing or able to do anything with it.

Claudia looked at him for a moment longer.

“Is she willing to let Stiles run in your section of the preserve?”

“I’m willing to say, on behalf of the entire pack, that Stiles is allowed wherever he damn pleases,” Peter said pleasantly.

Claudia nodded and looked back at Stiles.

“I’m going to have to go soon. The door wasn’t open very wide tonight, but I had to try to see you anyway.” She leaned her nose to his cheek, the touch visible but sensationless, and then leaned back, dropping her paws. “I love you, my little Mischief.”

Stiles’ eyes began to water, as they always did when she said goodbye.

“I love you too Mom. I miss you.”

But she couldn’t reply, because she was already fading.

Stiles continued to stare at the spot where she stood, trying to see any trace of her momentary presence. But, as always, the veil was thin, and completely impenetrable from this side.

Eventually, Stiles looked back up at Peter, who was still sitting, still quiet. Still a second heartbeat. He looked back at Stiles.

“I’ll bring a thermos of something warm next time, alright?”

Stiles hesitated for a moment, and then nodded.

He wasn’t alone in the woods any more.

#4k under the cut #steter #gen steter #fox!Stiles #child Stiles #Talia's not a terrible person here she's more like your 48 year old aunt who loves her family #and has just realized that she's actually been racist her whole life #and is now scrambling as she tries to figure things out and be better #hale fire #hale fire au #ghost foxes #ngl this might be Very Bad I wrote it fast and partly while putting my kids to bed #this blog needs a tag for my bullshit #tumblr fic and kinda fic

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teenwolftuesdaytrash · 5 years

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Naps are nature’s way of reminding you that life is nice

Melissa tries to keep Derek at ease, gives him all the updates on his and his baby’s health like it was just another check-up. But Derek cuts right through her niceties.

“It’s not what you think.”

He’s lying on his side, one arm pinned on the bed, hand cupping his underbelly, the other, the one with an IV drip dangling off it, wrapped around his baby bump as if shielding it.

“What did you think I was thinking, Derek?”

Head bent down and away from her, from the world it looks like, Derek throws the doctor a quick glance.

“Stiles gave me a choice, back when we were just starting all of this. He would have supported me either way.”

Melissa puts the patient chart away and comes closer to the omega. “It’s normal to change your mind. Especially for someone in your position.” Young, unmated, barely graduated. The omega ob-gyn has seen it one too many times.

Derek shakes his head, runs a hand over the arc of his belly, relishing the feel of it, a quiet sigh escaping his lips. “I want this baby. We wouldn’t be here if I didn’t.”

“Then why? Why didn’t you say anything?” Melissa pressed, making an effort to keep her voice light, soothing.

Raised voices ring through the air from behind the door. It sounds like Laura, Talia, John and Stiles are breaking into another argument in the hospital hallway.

Derek doesn’t even flinch or turn towards the yelling.

“They’re always like that,” he tells Melissa, speaking over the noise, tone resigned and worn. “Ever since we found out about the pregnancy, everyone’s been fighting all the time. Everyone. Always.”

Tired eyes gazing on his own hand stroking circles on his belly, Derek goes on. “My family never really liked Stiles, especially Mom and Laura. They think he isn’t good enough for me. They actually told me Stiles was bad for me and that he would ruin my future.”

“Can you imagine? With this baby...that’s the kind of family I’m trapping Stiles into, one that hates him and treats him like-”

The baby flutters inside him, and Derek reminds himself to breathe.

“Stiles said he could do it, that it didn’t matter how my family treated him, he was going to stay with me because he loves me and the baby, and that’s what matters. That’s what’s important.”

“But that can only last for so long, right?” Pained eyes turn to Melissa and the lost, confused look of them breaks her heart. “Sooner or later he’ll get tired, he’ll regret choosing me, he’ll regret keeping our baby.”

“And everyone, even the Sheriff, they’re all putting the blame on Stiles. But I was the one-” Derek’s voice breaks, he tries to swallow past the lump in his throat but for the first time in a long time someone was asking him, paying attention to him, listening to him.

For the first time in a long time, he was being heard. So he lets it all out.

“I was the one who was careless. I was the one who missed my shot. It’s my fault.” A whimper escapes him, his bottom lip uncontrollably trembling. He runs a shaking hand down his stomach, the baby inside still alive and thriving, thankfully stronger than Derek’s own weak will.

Quietly, Derek continues, “Stiles isn’t ruining my life.” He confesses, “I’m ruining his.”

Melissa looks on with growing concern as the distressed omega curls further in on himself and his belly, his body shaking with choked sobs.

In Derek’s head, the same dilemma that’s been plaguing him since revealing the pregnancy continues its vicious cycle.

I love my family. My family hates Stiles. I love Stiles. Stiles is my family now, too. He always will be. I love my family. My family hates Stiles. And on and on it went, until Derek cried himself to sleep again.

Stiles takes Derek’s cold hand in his and leans over to kiss the back of it.

He stays like that, bent over the hospital bed, watching Derek sleep with his lips still pressed on the omega’s cold skin when he catches Melissa and his Dad at his periphery.

He gives Derek’s hand one more kiss and reaches over to push away the stray hairs on his face. That face which was supposed to be glowing and happy, not sickly pale from stress and heartache.

Stiles talks to stop himself from crying again.

“When we started talking about building our own family, Derek would always be so excited about the prospect of having kids,” he can’t help but smile at the memory, Derek sated and sappy, snuggled into his arms, the pair of them cozy in their unmade bed.

“He loved the idea of it you know, of carrying a little Stilinski-Hale in there, of being spoiled rotten cause he’d always guessed we’d be the first to give Talia a grandchild, which of course would also be your first grandchild.” Stiles says, throwing a subdued smile at his dad.

“He’d tease me about how much of a horrible overprotective alpha I’d be, and how he would just laugh at me for being such an outdated stereotype.”

What an image. Derek beautifully heavy with their child, laughing carefree and light-hearted. Unburdened. Healthy. Thriving.

Stiles caressed Derek’s cheek, more hollowed out and sallow than he’s ever seen it. How didn’t I notice?

“I can’t even remember the last time I saw him smile.”

How the fuck didn’t I notice?

- The day before -

Stiles remembered coming into the room worrying about Derek sleeping through dinner. He remembered that hint of a weird, rusty smell greeting him upon opening the door, the way it made unease rise in the pit of his stomach, his instincts immediately yelling at him something’s wrong, something’s wrong, something’s wrong.

He remembered reaching out to Derek, calling the omega’s name and shaking him a little. When Derek, usually a light sleeper, remained stubbornly asleep, Stiles sat on the bed to try and wake the omega up harder.

He leaned his hand on that mattress and then...an awful, wet squelch.

Stiles remembered turning on the lights, still in denial, distracting himself with the thought that ‘Oh Derek must’ve wet the bed, he’s going to be so embarrassed but it’s going to be fine, I’ll fix the bed and it’s going to be fine.’ Then he turned around.

And there Derek was. Lying on the bed, on his side, curled away from the door, blood, so. much. blood. surrounding him from the waist down.

Stiles remembered the rest, but in a much vaguer sense.

He remembered calling out Derek’s name in shock. He remembered turning Derek’s body, and seeing the blood on Derek’s hands, on his own hands. He remembered calling for help.

“Cora!” he roared, “Call 911!”

“What?” Cora yelled back at him.

The door slammed open as he tried to pull Derek in his arms. “I said call 911!”

Cora might have screamed then. She might’ve cursed, might’ve cried. Stiles can’t really remember. All he knew was he held Derek in his arms, still trying to wake him, trying to tell him, I’ve got you. I’m here.

It’s going to be okay.

We’re going to be okay.

- A few hours before -

It was a rare moment of calm in the Hale manor, temporarily also the Hale-Stilinski warzone. Talia, Sebastian and Laura were out on a grocery run, the Sheriff was still on shift, and Peter was off god knows where.

It was just Cora and Stiles inside the house, Derek decidedly staying out of their way, choosing to sit alone in the back porch. The chill from the air was easier to deal with than the chill between his mate-to-be and his little sister.

Ever since they announced their unexpected but very much wanted pregnancy, this has been their set-up. Derek’s parents insisted that him and Stiles get mated so their child would at least not be ‘a bastard in the eyes of the law, I know you don’t care about what people say but think about the legal repercussions for your kid in the future!’

To appease his parents and to earn some much-needed brownie points with Talia, Stiles went along with it. Even with Talia’s condition that they stay in the Hale house for the duration of Derek’s pregnancy. ‘God knows what sort of food you boys eat up there. This way, we can make sure you get the right nutrition and check-ups. Besides, I’m sure Stiles would be alright with shifting to online courses.’

The ‘since he was the one who knocked you up’ unspoken but heavily implied.

It was fine, in the beginning. Stiles would just deflect and swallow down whatever thinly veiled insult Derek’s mother, sisters, or uncle had for him. Derek would apologize for them whenever they got the chance to be alone, and Stiles would just smile and brush it off, the young alpha desperate to make it work with his omega’s family.

Then one night, the Sheriff came by to have dinner with the Hales and check on his son.

John has always been a mild mannered man for as long as Derek’s known him. Usually kept to himself, made snarky jokes like his son, and was never easily triggered. But Derek guessed things, or rather people really do become different once they become parents, because the moment Talia threw in her first not-insult of the night, John was quick to call her out.

Then it all just snowballed from there. Voices were raised, words were said. Even Stiles jumped into the fray to defend his father. Ever since then, it was either World War III or the Cold War in the Hale house.

Now the Sheriff dropped by as often as he could, as in whenever he wasn’t on shift. He claimed it was just to say hi to his boys and his future grandchild, but Derek knew. It was to make sure his son had someone on his side, someone more than a vulnerable pregnant omega.

Derek looked out into the preserve, sighing. It’s always going to be like this, he thought to himself. The fights, the shouting, the tense silences, the outright contempt.

Derek can’t remember the last time somebody talked to him without the agenda of making the other party look bad. He can’t remember the last time he sat with his family, his entire family including Stiles and John, and they all just enjoyed each other’s company. Without him having to sit in the background, feeling helpless as he watched the people he loved yell and point at each other.

Sitting out there in the cold was the first time in a long time that Derek got a moment of peace to himself. A quiet where no one was shouting, ranting, or arguing. In that quiet, Derek could actually hear himself think.

Everyone’s going to be miserable, he contemplated, always. All because of my mistake.

This whole mess started because of him. It endured because of him. Because Stiles loves him, because his family loves him, because he loves his baby.

He looked down, ran his hand over the curve of his burgeoning belly and cradled it with a sad smile.

No one’s really happy with us here, baby. He felt flutters on the spot under his hand making him huff a quiet laugh. Yeah, everyone would be better off if we just fluttered away.

And the universe seemed to agree with him. It actually seemed to be giving Derek a hand.

“Mm-” Derek bit down on his lip as that familiar twinge on his back returned. It’s been bugging him since yesterday. With the cramps he didn’t sleep through the night before and the wetness he felt between his legs, he was pretty sure what was happening.

And he wasn’t going to stop it.

Instead, he breathed, waiting for the ache to pass before he hauled himself up. He turned around and there, right where he was sitting down, Derek saw a spot of red on the patio armchair’s faded blue cushion.

They’d barely notice, he thought morosely.

“C’mon baby, let’s go to sleep.”

Derek passed Cora in the kitchen with no problem, his little sister too busy hunting for snacks in the fridge to pay him any mind.

It’s Stiles that catches him just before he gets to the stairs.

“Hey,” his alpha greeted while pulling him in in a loose embrace. Amber eyes look over him as Stiles brows furrow with worry, “You okay? You look a little pale.”

Derek placated him with a smile. “Yeah.” Don’t tell him. “Just a little tired.” Don’t worry him. “I think I’m gonna go for a nap.” It’s for the best.

“Alright. But call me if you need anything, okay?”

Derek nodded, he leaned over for one last kiss with his alpha-

Then he was pulling away.

He shut the door and right on cue fire crawled from his back and wrapped all around his belly. It knocked the wind out of him, almost sending him to his knees. Derek struggled to make his way to the bed.

It’s okay, baby. He thought, trying to soothe the little one inside him, I’m right here with you, it’s okay.

He laid down on his side, held onto his belly as more cramps came. It hurt. It hurt so bad he had to turn his face to the pillow under him to muffle the whines of pain.

I’ve got you, baby.

Derek felt his body balk and tremble at the strength of the contractions taking over him. He bit his lips until he tasted blood just so he won’t make any noise to alert his alpha and sister.

On and on the pain came in waves, and Derek rode them out never making a sound.

Papa’s right here with you. Just us two.

Until the pain was gone.

Your Daddy loves you.

Until Derek was at ease in the silence.

Papa’s right here with you.

- The present -

Derek opens his eyes, and there Stiles is, his beautiful, doe-eyed, mole-dotted alpha holding his hand, kissing the inside of his wrist, whispering sweet nothings to his skin.

Derek moves a finger, and those big amber eyes focus on him.

Melissa’s words echo in Stiles’ head as he stares at Derek, now awake. The doctor said things like depression, hormones, high cortisol levels, complications, and, perhaps Stiles’ favorite, “End this stupid family feud before you kill my patients, or so help me god.”

Looking at Derek looking back at him, seeing those hazel eyes, really seeing them for the first time in a long time, recognising the hesitance in them, the fear, it dawns on Stiles just how much he absolutely cannot disregard Melissa’s words at all.

Tightening his hold on Derek’s hand, the young alpha chooses his next few words wisely.

He could say a million things to Derek. He could ask the omega why. He could ask him what did he do wrong as an alpha to make Derek try to leave him like that. He could tell Derek how much it hurt him, absolutely terrified him to his core seeing Derek bathed in his own blood, in their baby’s blood. He could tell Derek how that image will be giving him nightmares ‘til the day he dies. He could tell Derek he’s sorry.

But Stiles has been selfish enough. Stiles has lost track of what’s really important for long enough. What they need in that moment isn’t guilt tripping or tear-filled yelling.

They need a fresh start.

And fresh starts began with the most asinine thing. So Stiles goes with that.

He tightens his hold on Derek’s hand, gathers every ounce of strength left in his body, and smiles. There are dark circles under his eyes, Derek’s dried blood still caked under his fingernails, and his hair was a knotted, twisted mess, but he’s smiling at Derek and he means it.

He takes a deep breath and says, “Hey. “

“Hey,” Derek answers back, voice small, shaky, his own tentative smile in place. Stiles blinks and Derek’s smile drops. Suddenly those hazel eyes are darting away. “I’m sorry,” Derek begins to say, but Stiles cuts him off.

“No,” he emphasises, his other hand delicately cupping Derek’s cheek, getting Derek to keep looking at him, “You do not apologize, okay?”

Derek bites his lip and says nothing, but his eyes convey confusion and shame. Stiles shakes his head that.

“No, Derek. Don’t. We were the dumbasses, okay?” Stiles gaze softens, turns beseeching. “Don’t put this on you.”

“I should have just said something,” Derek insists. Stiles shakes his head at that.

“This is on us, okay? We were the ones who got stuck so far up our asses, we forgot about the two people that brought us all together in the first place. So this is completely on us, okay?”

Derek doesn’t say anything, but Stiles can read that silence. Distrust. Disbelief.

“We’re going to change, though,” the omega turns a skeptical brow at that. “We are! Your mom and my dad are actually talking like decent, civil adults right now, outside. Talia agreed that maybe it’s best if you lived with us for awhile, less people in the house, less stress. In exchange, Dad begrudgingly agreed to having Talia send someone over to child proof every nook and cranny of le Casa de Stilinski.”

Derek snorts, an indelicate sound that gives Stiles so much joy. “How’d that conversation go?” the omega wonders.

Stiles smirks, remembering the negotiation between the two older alphas. “Like pulling teeth,” he admits.

They both chuckle at that, picturing their parents having something close to a Mexican standoff in a hospital hallway.

After a moment, the laughter dies down, and the two young men are left looking at each other. They both look exhausted, like they need a thousand years sleep, but there’s a soft smile now on Derek’s face, one that Stiles feels painted on his own.

Stiles strokes the back of his finger to Derek’s cheek. “We’re gonna be okay.”

Derek breathes a sigh of relief. “Yeah.”

The omega takes his alpha’s hand, the one still holding his, and places it on the side of his belly, where the flutters are. “Somebody’s awake.”

“She’s moving?!” Stiles exclaims, excited.

Derek’s smile only grows, “Just little flutters, like bubbles in my belly. And it might still be a boy, you know.”

Stiles then proceeds to babble at his stomach, telling the baby all the reasons why it’d be more awesome if they were a girl. And then proceeding to babble how much Stiles would love a boy, just as well.

Yeah, Derek thought, watching his alpha croon sweetly at his belly, They’re going to be just perfect.

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“Deadly Attraction” (Fem!Villains x Fem!Reader)

Hello my lil’ wings! My sumer holidays has begun!

Now i’ll have more time to update! So dont fret, the updates to your fav imagines will come soon! Anyway, sorry for not updating, college sucks the life out of students so i couldn’t update at all. Luckily now is summer and i have soo many ideas my wings! Also i have so many interesting request! i cant wait to start!

So stay tunned, wings! All your request are coming!

Also, This will be another series of this blog, I wrote this for pride month,and i liked it so it wil become a series. And I Hope you all like it too!

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(Female villains included in this series: Catwoman, Harley Quin, Poison Ivy, Lady Shiva, Talia Al Ghul, Star Sapphire, Circe, Cheetah, Lena Luthor, Nyssa Raatko, Blackfire, Cheshire. If you want me to add any other, please leave a coment or message me who!)

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Martha and Thomas Wayne were proud parents of two.

They had Bruce after years of trying, when their works allowed it.

They loved him to pieces, they took time of the job to be able to care for him and when they couldn't, Alfred took care of him like his own.

Nevertheless, Martha missed something. She always wanted a girl. As a child she dreamed of having a daughter, she always admired the daughter-mom bond. Her own mother always said she was her best friend, she would always be there no matter what.

Martha wanted that bond too.

When she shared it with Thomas he agreed. He thought it would be good for Bruce -who has just turned seven- to have a little sister to care for. He also wanted a little girl.

When Bruce was seven,they thought it was a good moment.

A few weeks later, Bruce the ever so clever boy noticed that his mom glowed with a new found light. His dad had hugged her gently and kissed her deeply, even Alfred looked overjoyed!. Being the curious boy he asked.

“mommy daddy??” he titles his head.

His dad kneels by his side and hugs him sideways.

“hey Bruce, what would you say or having a baby sibling?” he smiled. Bruce eyes glowed as he smiled.

“ Am I going to be a big brother????” he smiled bright.

“Yes darling" his mom smiled and kissed his forehead as Bruce hugged her slightly round tummy.

“I'm going to be the best big brother!”

Nine months later, Bruce had to stay in the mannor with Alfred as his father took his mom to the hospital. He stayed up, worried as Alfred stayed by his side calming him down.

A day later, his parents came home with a soft creamy white blanket wrapped around a small bundle. He approached them with Alfred, he noticed his mom happy glowing face with slightly bags under her eyes. His father kissed her and took the bundle from her, he smiled and told her to get some rest, that he will take care of (y/n). She smiled as she held to Alfred arm and walked upstairs.

His father smiled at him, and pointed to the couch. Bruce followed and sat on the couch, his father sat next to him and told him to be careful. He then placed the small bundle on Bruce's chest.

It was so warm, small… He looked to the baby’s chubby face, he smiled as his eyes filled with happiness, he looked at his dad as his hands wrapped around the chubby baby. His father smiled, kissed his forehead as he spoke.

“Bruce, this is (y/n), (y/n) Wayne. Your little sister ”

Bruce smiled.

He will be the best big brother.

She will be protected.

●●●●●●●☆●●●●●●●

Night.

A gun.

Bang!

The sound of a body hitting the ground.

BANG!

Pearls hit the floor, as his mother's body flops to the floor.

Bruce looked at the criminal as he took of running.

He kneels by his dad body, his hands trembling, dread filling his body as he feels numb. Tears flow down his cheeks, cold and salty, making his eyes sting as his throat closes.

He's unable to speak.

Unable to move.

He just stares at his father's cold body, blood falling down his mouth.

From the corner of his eye he sees his mother move. He quickly crawls next to her, his mother grabs his hand in her weak hold. Her blue eyes stare at his, full of sadness and love.

She knows she isn't going to make it.

Her breath is labored, hard as she coughs, blood flow down her pretty face, her eyes look at his as she tries to speak. Searches for her voice, looking at him she smiles, her bloodied hand caresses his cheek.

“take...care..of her" she coughs more blood, knowing her time is closer she looks at him lovingly” W..we...love...you both..” she wheezes hard. Her throat closes as blood fills her throat.

She gives him one last smile, as her hands hold become weaker, her eyes lose all their light.

But her smile stays, it stays is in her face, as she had seen one of her two big loves, one last time.

Bruce stays cold,alone and numb. Between his parents bodies, his face with the bloody caress from his mother. His eyes sting harder as his throat comes undone in a loud, deafening, heartbreaking scream.

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Hours later, he's sitting in his parents room, he feels numb, empty, alone. He stares with a cold face out of the window. His heart feels empty. The gun resonates in his head on repeat. His father's begs. His mother's protective hug…

Bang…

Bang……

BANG!

He covers his ears as he feels the tears he thought had dried come back to his eyes.

Suddenly a infant cry broke the manners silence.

Bruce startle walked to his sound, seeing his little sister bawling ,shaking her little fist seeking comfort.

He felt his heart warm slightly as her little hand wraps around his finger.

He wasn't alone.

He saw his sister chubby face calm as she fell asleep again, holding his finger lovingly.

Bruce kissed her forehead as he smiled.

“ I will take care of us, (y/n)” he smiled. “whoever killed our parents will pay...I promise you that. “

●●●●●●●☆●●●●●●●

That was a long time ago.

Bruce keep his unspoken promise to his mother. He did his best to protect you.

While he always tried to be at your side like your parents did, but trying to keep the company in good hands and trying to find your parents murderers made it difficult.

He still tried his best but he knew you were in good hands as long as Alfred was with you.

Sadly for you, Bruce had growl overprotective of you after one time when you were six a mob tried and failed to kidnap you. Since then, he made sure you were never alone. In Gotham academy, in the manor anywhere, you were never alone.

Though you felt Incredibly alone.

Bruce always keep close watch on you, so good people never approached you afraid they would anger Bruce.

The only people who tried -and failed- were people that liked the name Wayne, but couldn't care less about who (y/n) was.

Then, one day everything changed.

It was the beginnings of spring, Bruce and Alfred had went out shortly to buy some of Bruce's gym clothes. Against your brother's complaints you decided to stay home, Alfred nodded and reminded you to not open the door and Bruce to get your bat and kick them and call 911. And thus you were here, in the manors library, reading your favorite book. You were wearing your favorite (f/c) cotton pants and your (s/f/c) shirt, drinking your (f/d) calmly.

You loved times like this, calmness, the warmth of books, your favorite drink and the soft chirp of birds.

When you had finished the third chapter your ears caught the pitter patter of someone's feet.

They were to light to be Alfred's and to slow to be Bruce's.

Alarms flared in your mind, you got up to catch the burglar by surprise.

You followed the shadow as it went down to the kitchen. You hid behind the kitchen island and watched. It was clearly a she, wearing black leggings, slightly broken in her knees. An old black leather jacket and a beanie with cat ears and goggles. She was older than you, probably around Bruce age. Her green eyes looked around until they found something interesting. She got up the counter and grab the cookie jar. She jumped down with a satisfied smirk and let the jar in the table, she took her beanie off letting her brow-black hair free;It was short and curly slightly buffy, you thought it was a cool haircut.

She picked the cookie and bit into it as her stomach growl in hunger.

You clutched your bat as you decided to get up.

“ A re you hungry?” your soft voice surprised her as she jumped into a defensive stand. “no no no! Don't worry I'm not going to hurt you! “ her eyes narrowed “i won't call the police either “ she calmed as her green eyes analyzed you. “I'm (y/n), and you?” you smiled.

“ Selina.” she said with a low voice. You smiled.

“ you're hungry selina?” you smiled. She nodded as she picked up the cookie that fell from her hand,quickly eating it. “want want a glass of milk?* her eyes sparkled at the mention as you smiled. “milk is it then.”

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That's how you meet your best friend Selina Kyle. She and you saw each other whenever Bruce wasn't around.

You two would hang in the library, drinking and eating snacks as Selina would tell you about her daily adventures. You smiled as you imagined having so many adventures too. Some other times you would cuddle together and watch some movie.

Once she even stayed for a sleepover.

Obviously Bruce had no idea of that.

But Alfred did. But he was way to happy you finally had a friend to tell Bruce.

You introduced Selina to Alfred, so he would be calm you weren't hanging out with a dangerous person. He seemed to believe her enough as he gave you his word that he would keep your secret.

Thus Selina and you began a wonderful friendship.

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“This is Moon. She's the kitten mama. This is her kitten star.” selina said proudly. You smiled as you pet the both cats as they purred in pleasure. “and this one is princess, she's the smallest kitten.” she held the kitten in her hand and showed it to you, you held her and smiled.

“she's adorable “ you said. Selina smiled as she put the milk in the two bowls. The alley was damp and cold. Her eyes caught a silhouette walking to them. She grab your hand and tell you you had to flee. You nodded and let the kittens in the safe place of the alley, holding Selina's hand you both took off running between giggles you arrived to Gotham plaza.

“That was fun!” you smiled happily, your breath laboured as you sat in a bench. “ The funnest thing since Bruce’s silly photocall.” you smiled at Selina, your (e/c) eyes bright and happy centered on her made her heart swell. She smiled too as her cheeks became slightly rosy.

“Want an ice cream?” she smiled.

“Yeah! sounds amazing!” you smiled. She smiled back and ran to an ice cream parlour.

You were looking at some pigeons when a young girl clutching a book passed by. A group of kids were laughing at her as her cheeks burned in shame, little tears in her eyes.

You, being the bleeding heart you were, stood up.

“hey! why don't you mess with someone your age?! oh that's right, you can’t mess with babies. “ You smirked at their surprised faces. “ Flee like the babies you are!” they took running as the blond girl stares at you amazed. You turned at her and she cowered, you smiled and put your hand on the smallest girl.

“ You're okay?”

“Y-yeah, thank you” She smiled, putting her long red hair behind her ear, shyly.

“Im (y/n). What’s your name?”

“P-Pamela.” She smiled at you.

“Well, Pamela if those kids try to mess with you again just show them who’s the better person, alright?” you smiled

“Okay.” She smiled, clutching her book closer, you looked at it curious. It was an old book, broken by the corners and yellowed pages. The covers looked old and dusty.

“ Oh, Darwin eh?” You smiled, pointing at the book.

“Y-Yeah. I love this b-book. It was given to me a long time ago.” She smiled, holding her copy of Insectivorous Plants closer.

“ My brother has his books in our library too!” You smiled.

“ You have a library?” she asked, amazed.

“Yeah!” You smiled. “Maybe I’ll show it to you one day!”

“T-that would be amazing!” She smiled, her cheeks slightly rosy.

Selina came back, after getting your ice creams. She looked out of breath, cluthing the slightly melting ice cream.

“ (n/n) we have to go- Who’s your friend?” Selina said, standing tall and close to you.

“Her name is Pamela, we met while you went to get ice cream!”

“hn.” Selina said looking at the red-head up and down. “ Nice to meet you. Now, (y/n) we have to go, please.”

“ Okay, Sel.” You smiled and put the flower Selina had put in your hair when she went to pick you up in her long red hair. “ Hope we can meet again soon, Pam.” you smile.

“ that would be great.” She smiled.

“Let’s goo, (n/n) “ Selina pouted.

“Okay! Let’s go.” You smiled as you waved Pamela goodbye, walking away with Selina.

Pamela touched the flower and smiled brightly.

She had a friend!

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Selina and you walked around some more eating your ice creams, She was still showing you around, which where the best rooftops to hang, where you could see the bay from.. It was all very awesome!

You two were chilling in said roof, you smile happily as you breathed fresh air. This had gave you your wing, the freedom you so much seeked.

All thanks to Selina.

You looked at her as she stared down the street, her button nose, tanned skin,pinkish lips and black hair.

She was really pretty, you thought blushing.

Suddenly a cry could be heard, a car had loosed control and was fastly driving towards a blond girl. People yelled to her to get out of the way, but she was like a deer in highlights. Staring at the truck, eyes wet and scared.

“Sel, we had to do something!!” you said.

Selina quickly jumped into action,looking for something that may be of use while you prepared yourself. She grabbed a rope and tied it tightly.

“Are you sure about this, (n/n)?” She asked worried.

“ Yes! there is no time!” you grabbed the rope,kissed Selina’s cheek , took a deep breath and jumped. Fastly approaching the girl as the truck came closer and closer.

She held his cheek as she blushed sadly the color of her skin paled as the truck drove faster and faster approaching quickly.

Selina looked scared as you and the girl disappeared as the truck drove by,leaving a cloud of screams of terror and shock on its tracks.

Selina stared in horror as the truck rode by, her heart wrenching painfully as her long nails buried in her palms.

be okay

“god damn it (n/n) BE OKAY!”

Her scream sounded along the street as the dust the truck woke disappeared. There were you, hugging the smaller blond to you chest as she sobbed. You looked up at the rood and smiled at Selina, waving.

Selina broke in a nervous laugh as she fell on her knees, she waved back as ligh tears of happiness fell from the corner of her eyes.

The people cheered, the tv had broadcasted your heroic act on air.

Selina quickly started climbing down to go with you, see if you were hurt in any way.

You sat hugging the small blond as she sobbed her eyes out. You brushed her blond hair as you shushed her to calm. She slowly calmed as she relaxed in your hold, you smiled at her as she looked at you sniffing softly, her pretty blue eyes dampt from tears. She smiled weakly as she whispered in a tight voice.

“Thank you” As you opened your mouth to answer the cries of her mother as she ran towards her made the attention of the child go to her mom.

“HARLEY! HARLEY OH MY GOD!” she ran as the presumably “Harley” get out of your hug to run to her mother soothing arms.

“mama!”she opened her arms as her mother clutched her in a bear hug.

“god, harley..thank you miss, thank you so much.” she thanked you as tears flowed from her eyes in relief.

“ it's what i had to do,ma’am.” you smiled. She thanked you once again as she walked away clutching her child, who gave one last look at you and smiled and waved, you waved back and she hid her face in her mother's neck, looking at you from her hair.

“(y/n)! “ Selina yelled as she hugged you hard. “ Never do this again! you almost gave me a heart attack!” She hid her face in you (long/short) hair. You rubbed her back as you hugged her.

“ I wont, i promise.” you smiled.

oh, if you knew smol (y/n)...if only you knew..

Selina keep clutching into you until it was time you went home again.

She accompanied you to the manor and until the door. There she gave you a kiss in the cheek and fleed. You smiled and opened the door, walking inside.

Everything was quiet and dark, you slowly walked upstairs when the light of the living room turned on.

Bruce was sitting in the couch, wearing his silk, black pajama, a big frown on his face as Alfred stayed by his side, a worried look on his eyes. In the tv, the images of your heroic act were on a loop. Bruce stopped the recording as his deep blue eyes stared into your (e/c) ones.

“ (y/n) Wayne. You're in big trouble”

Oh snap.

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