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guilty-pleasures21 · 3 months

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Jason Todd submissive? Please I'm obsessed 😭🙏🏼 (I don't speak English, sorry Google translator JAKSKAKSKK)

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Ahh! My first request! I tried my best based on what I understood of the assignment and I really hope you like it 😅!

Also, I speak French, a little bit of Spanish, Mandarin (though it's been ages! 🫠) and Punjabi, so don't worry about having to translate these if it's easier for you! Although I'm only comfortable writing in English, so I hope this is still all right!

Also, also, I know most writers on this site write in Y/N format, so you guys can just let me know if you prefer that format or 3rd person and I can change it accordingly.

Interrogation practise

I feel like Jason wouldn't let you try to dominate him, so you'd just have to try to trick him into it 😉.

Part 1 - the interrogation

Part 2 - the revenge

Part 3 - the roleplay

Warnings: bondage, explicit description of sex including blowjob (m receiving) and penetration (p in v).

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She gave the knot a final tug, then looked up at him. “Is this okay?”

“That’s perfect, baby,” Jason assured her, shifting in position to get himself more comfortable. She stood up and moved to stand in front of him. She’d asked him to help her practise her interrogation techniques - she was always too soft when it came to questioning criminals and she wanted to learn how she could improve on her weaknesses. She’d tried asking some of the others before - Bruce, Cass, Dick - but they were all either too impatient or too violent for her tastes. And even though her boyfriend could be … a little hot-headed at times, he was always gentle when it came to her, helping her use her own unique talents to better improve her crime-fighting style.

“Okay, so, how should I start?” X asked him. Jason let his gaze trail over her body, his eyes lingering a little too long on her tanned and tone legs, bare beneath her little shorts. He dragged his gaze back up to hers, trying not to think about how very helpless he was right now, tied up to this chair in front of his pretty little girlfriend, just waiting to torture him. He shook the thought away.

“So, you want to start gentle,” he coached her patiently. “People are already scared of the big old Bat, right? So you want to convince them that it’s better for them to talk to you instead.” She nodded in understanding.

“Okay, so … What should I be trying to get out of you in this situation? Give me a storyline.” He smirked, amused by how seriously she was taking the situation. She was so cute, his sweet little girlfriend.

“Hmm … Maybe you could be trying to find out where the Riddler’s hideout is?” Jason suggested. “I could pretend to be one of his goons.”

“Okay,” she agreed. She cleared her throat, taking a moment to get into character, then raised her head again, clasping her hands behind her back and strolling over to him. “Look. You and I both know things are going to get a lot more … unpleasant when my boss gets here. So, why don’t we help each other out?”

She placed her hands on the back of his chair, bending over so that her lips were just a breath apart from his. “You tell me where the Riddler’s hiding and I’ll make sure the Batman goes easy on you.”

Jason’s lips curled at the ends as he appraised her and he raised an eyebrow in challenge. “Oh, sweetheart. You’re going to have to do a lot better than that to convince me.”

“Hmm,” X considered, her dark eyes trailing down his face and landing on his lips. “What would you like me to do for you, Mr Todd?”

F*ck. This was a bad idea. Why had he agreed to this? Oh, right: because she’d given him that pretty little look of innocence that drove him mad whenever he saw it, her dark and curly eyelashes fluttering up at him, her full and rosy lips twisted down in a pout. But shit, they’d barely started and he was already regretting his decision. He should have made them do it the other way around instead; he should have tied her up to his bed while he ‘demonstrated’ the proper technique to her. She dragged a finger down his chest, her eyes following the path she made along his hard muscles.

“What would it take …” she slid her legs on top of his, settling herself in his lap, “... for you to tell me where the Riddler is hiding?” She wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned forward, her breath tickling his ear as she murmured into it.

“Hmm? 'Sweetheart'?” His head fell back with pleasure as she chuckled at her own words before nipping playfully at his ear.

“Ah, f*ck!” Jason shifted in position, struggling against his binds so he could free his hands and run them all over her deliciously bare thighs. God, she was hot. X straightened and moved one hand to cup his face, her lips so close to his, but still so painfully far.

“Why won’t you tell me, Jace?” she whined, pouting at him pleadingly. Then her lips twisted into a grin and she dragged her thumb across his lip before beginning her mouth to his. “You know what I’ll do for you if you do.”

He leaned forward, meaning to kiss her, to close the distance between them and lick up the sweet taste of her. But she pulled away again and he growled in response. “X!”

X giggled and stood up, curling her fingers around his shoulder and moving to stand behind him.

“This is an interrogation, Jason,” she reminded him, bending over and sliding her hands down his chest appreciatively. He was so hot, her big and strong boyfriend. “You’ll get what you want when I say you get it.” She nipped at his ear again and he sighed, wriggling his legs to try to free his ankles from their binds. She pressed her lips to his neck, the soft moans escaping from her throat driving him crazy as she made her way down to his shoulder.

“Mmm, Jason,” she mumbled, her voice low and seductive in his ear. She straightened, her hands returning to his shoulders as she stood over him. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to maintain his self-control - and his control over the situation he’d landed himself in.

“Princess,” he called to her, his tone sweet, lazy - like he was the one still in charge. “Why don’t you untie me and we’ll see what we can work out?” She pursed her lips, pretending to think about it as she moved to stand in front of him again.

“Hmm, I don’t know,” she admitted, grabbing his shoulders again and bending over him, her dark hair falling forward to frame her sweet face. “I’m having much more fun trying to work things out like this.”

Her eyes fell to his chest, to the sharp lines of his muscles pressing against the soft fabric of his shirt as he sat there, hands bound behind his back as he looked up at her. “It’s too bad you still have your clothes on though - we could have had so much more fun if you’d taken them off first.”

He sighed and let out another curse as she shot him a wicked smile. Then he watched as she turned around and went over to the kitchen, grabbing a knife before making her way back over to him. His heart started picking up its pace in his chest and he couldn’t decide whether he was terrified or thrilled by the idea of what she was about to do next. “Princess.”

She ignored him as she walked back over to him, her steps slow and precise. Then she grabbed the collar of his shirt and traced her knife over the soft fabric before slicing it down the centre. She stood back and licked her lips at the sight of his bare chest, setting her knife aside before climbing back on top of his lap.

“Mmm, Mr Todd!” she chuckled, running her hands down his chest and leaning forward to bring her lips to his ear. “Looks like the Riddler’s got his men working on an extensive exercise routine.” She curled her fingers around the waistband of his pants, wriggling back a little to give her hands more room, and he felt his body start to heat up in anticipation.

“Does he have a gym? At this secret hideout of his?” She traced her fingers over the outline of his cock, already starting to harden in his sweatpants, and let out another little laugh. “Maybe you could take me there sometime. How about that?” She nibbled on his neck as she slid her hand into his underwear and wrapped her fingers around his cock, sliding them up and down teasingly.

“F*ck,” Jason groaned, his head falling forward at the sensation. X pulled back to look at him, brushing her thumb across his bottom lip.

“What’s wrong, Mr Todd?” she asked him, delighted to finally have the upper hand over him. “Still not convincing enough for you?” She lowered her lips to his, but continued to dodge his attempts to kiss her, chuckling when he groaned in frustration. Then she leaned forward to pull his lip between hers and sucked on it before letting him go again.

“Ah, shit!” Jason exclaimed, his breaths getting heavier as he started to become more aroused. He let out a choked gasp as she brushed her thumb over his tip and began circling it gently. “X. Don’t … Stop it, sweetheart.”

“You want me to stop?” She shook her head at the thought, lips still curled into that devious smile. “Don’t you remember what I said, Jace?”

She brought her face back to his, smirking at him in the way he’d always smirk at her when he was teasing her, pushing her to the very limits as he played with and pleasured her. “I’m in charge tonight.”

His head fell back against the seat as she continued twirling her slender fingers around his cock. He should never have agreed to this; he should have known the moment she’d asked him to help her out, that mischievous glint sparkling in her eyes as she'd gazed up at him. Had she planned this all along? Had she wanted to tie him up just so she’d be able to dominate him for a change? Dominate him in the way he’d always dominate her? X frowned, feigning confusion as she looked down at the frustrated crease between his brows.

“You’re feeling a little dry, Jace,” she informed him, removing her hand from around his c*ck and pushing herself off of him. He swallowed hard as she lowered herself to her knees and pulled his pants down, licking her lips hungrily at the sight of his cock exposed before her. “Let’s see what we can do about that, hmm?”

“X, don’t … This isn’t how an interrogation works, sweetheart,” he informed her, trying to keep his tone gentle so she wouldn’t be tempted to challenge him. She glanced up at him quickly, then fixed her gaze back on his cock, her eyes lighting up with delight.

“Hmm?” she mumbled, reaching forward to grab hold of his dick. “I’m just trying to use my strengths, Jay. Like you always tell me to do?” She turned her face up to his, grinning at the feeling of his cock throbbing in her hand. Then she leaned forward and dragged her tongue across his tip, licking him up slowly. He bit down on his tongue, trying to stop a groan from falling out at the sensation. He could do this: he’d been in much, much worse situations before and he hadn’t cracked then. There was no way he was going to give her the pleasure - the satisfaction - of knowing that she was the only one capable of breaking the unbreakable Jason Todd. No way in hell was he going to let her have this! But then she wound her tongue around his shaft, closing her mouth around him and letting out a low moan that danced along his skin. F*ck. He pressed his lips together, barely muffling the groan that managed to escape his throat.

“X, don’t … don’t …” he panted heavily, struggling against his binds as she continued sucking his cock, her pretty little mouth taking him in so nicely. She pulled her head back slowly, dragging him out of her mouth, then lowered her lips to his balls, her fingers continuing to work on his tip as she suckled on him gently.

“Don’t what, Mr Todd? Are you not enjoying this?” She licked one of his balls, curling her tongue around it before pulling it into her mouth to suck on it.

He was definitely not enjoying this - not at all! He was the one who was supposed to be dominating her; throwing her around and teasing her until she was begging him for relief, her perfect little breasts bouncing up and down as he brought her to the edge of her pleasure and back down again. He never hurt her, of course - never forced into anything she wasn’t comfortable with. But it was just one of the only times he finally felt in control of something in his life and he was f*cked if she found out how so very aroused he was right now.

She chuckled, knowing exactly how much he was enjoying it - and exactly how much he was hating the fact. She’d wanted to try it, just once, but she knew her boyfriend would never have agreed to something like this, proud as he could be. So, she’d devised this clever plan, playing into his ego to make him think that she was just so innocent and so desperate for his help. She pulled his dick back into her mouth, moaning against his tip when it hit the back of her throat before letting him go again. Then she stood up.

“Okay. You’ve had your fun,” Jason relented, the muscles in his shoulders flexing deliciously as he pulled against his binds again. “Now untie me, X.” She rearranged her features into that innocent expression that drove him crazy every time she used it on him.

“But you still haven’t told me where the Riddler’s hideout is,” she pointed out, eyes wide as she waited for his response. He huffed in irritation, his chest heaving up and down as he glared at her. He looked so hot like this, jaw clenched in anger, strands of his dark hair falling into his mossy eyes. There was no way she was going to let him go so easily - not until she was completely done having her fun! He kept his mouth shut and she shrugged. “If that’s how you want to play.”

X started taking her clothes off, taking her sweet time removing each piece of clothing and dropping them into his lap. She smirked when she saw his Adam’s apple bob up and down and her eyes fell back down to his cock, the tip glistening now with the prec*m starting to leak out of it. She slid her hands up her abdomen and squeezed her breasts when she reached them, her body entirely bare before him now.

“What’s wrong, Jay? Are you gonna come all over my clothes?” She blinked at him sweetly, feigning innocence before bending over to murmur in his ear. “Why would you do that when my pretty little p*ssy is already waiting for you to fill it up?”

He let out a choked gasp at her words. “F*ck!”

She straightened and giggled at the thunderous expression on his face, his thick brows crashing together over his darkened eyes. Then she flicked her hair over her shoulder and straddled him again, wriggling her body against his as she ground her hips into his slowly.

“F*****ck,” he groaned into her neck, his dick so painfully hard for her. “Shit, baby. Faster. I need you. Now.” She twisted her fingers into his hair and pulled his head back, forcing him to look up at her again.

“You just don’t listen, do you, Jason?” She flicked her tongue out, licking his lips before giggling and tugging on the skin of his neck with her teeth. “We should do something about that.” She slid her hands down his hard chest, pressing quick kisses down his neck before licking a stripe back up to his ear.

“Shit, baby. Anything. I’ll do anything you want me to.” He began thrusting his hips against hers, desperate for relief. “You want me to tell you where the Riddler’s hideout is? I’ll tell you. Gotham … museum … or whatever.” Had they agreed on a location? He couldn’t remember. And he didn’t really care, either way - all he needed was her, her tight little p*ssy clenching around his dick, her warm and wet walls squeezing him tight as he unloaded himself inside of her. She giggled as she bounced up and down on his lap, clearly delighted by how desperate he was for her. Then she took hold of his chin, tilting his face up to hers so she could look him in the eyes.

“Really? You’re not just lying to me so I’ll give you what you want?” Jason shook his head quickly, doing his best to focus on what she was saying. But f*ck, she felt good, her p*ssy already dripping for him as she waited for him to fill her up.

“No!” he reassured her. “I promise. I … Shit. Please, X. Please, sweetheart, I’ll … F*****ck.” His head fell forward as she stopped her movements, his dick pulsing and throbbing with desire. Then finally, she reached down to take hold of his cock, sliding it through her already drenched folds in preparation. He suck in a breath at the feeling of her warm and sticky c*m, then let out a grunt as she started easing him inside of her, his hips thrusting into hers as his body begged him for relief.

“Slow down, Jay!” she laughed. “You wanted to hold out against me, right? You didn’t want to give me what I wanted?” She grabbed his hair again and pulled his head back so he was forced to look up at her, at the wicked curl of her lips.

“And I asked you so nicely, too!” she continued, letting go of him and lowering her lips to his. “Should I wait? Should I just stop and wait for the Batman to come and deal with you?”

“F*ck, no! Don’t … Shit.” She wouldn’t actually stop, would she? Not when he was already halfway inside of her? “I’ll tell you. I’ll tell you anything you want to know, baby. Please, just …”

He lowered his head to her shoulder, brushing his lips along her neck and murmuring against her skin. “Come on, sweetheart. Please? I’ll give you anything you want, baby.”

“Hmm, anything?” she asked him, her body tingling at the low rumble of his voice, at the way his thick cock filled her up so very nicely. She held his head in her hands, guiding his mouth to her breast as she ground herself into him, her p*ssy pulling him deeper inside of her with every roll of her hips. She shivered as he closed his lips around her nipple, dragging his tongue around it and suckling on it in just the way he knew she liked. “Mmm, shit, Jay.”

She moaned at the way he licked and sucked on her breasts, his cock brushing up against her walls every time she moved. She slid her fingers into his hair and tugged on the strands, pulling his head back again to see that dazed look on his face again. Her nipples tingled at the way his eyes had glazed over from pleasure, his pupils so wide now that the beautiful green of his irises had disappeared almost entirely. She giggled at the sight, then pressed her lips to his, moaning into his mouth as she kissed him deeply. He raised his hips to thrust himself into her repeatedly, his dick hitting that one spot that had her curling over in ecstasy. And then she hit her breaking point, her body shuddering and shaking against him as she came. She gripped onto his shoulders, trying to maintain her balance as her p*ssy pulsed around his dick, clenching it tight and begging for him to fill her up. His hips stuttered as his c*m gushed into her, the warm and sticky liquid shooting into her vagina and leaking back out again. X whimpered at the feeling, curling herself around him and burying her face in his neck as he unloaded himself inside of her. Then finally, he leaned back against his seat, the tension leaving his body as he finally got his release.

“We … are never doing that again,” Jason panted warningly, his green eyes boring into her as she straightened. His eyes fell to her breasts as she tried to catch her breath, the beautiful mounds glistening with sweat just waiting for him to lick away.

“In that case … I guess I’d better take advantage … of right now,” she joked, delighting in the way his dick was still buried inside of her. Jason growled, baring his teeth at her in a snarl.

“X. Untie me - right now,” he demanded, not playing around anymore. X sighed and got up off of him, her body protesting at the sudden emptiness inside of her. She knelt down to undo the ties around his ankles, then moved to take care of the one binding his wrists together. He jumped up as soon as he was free, shrugging his shirt and pants off before grabbing her and lifting her up in his arms.

“Just you wait, sweetheart,” he growled in her ear, carrying her over to his bedroom. “It’s my turn now: and I don’t care if it takes me the entire night to get what I want from you.”

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such-expensive-mistakes · 5 months

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halfa!Steph AU (part 1)

I'm still working on the Superpham AU but I couldn't stop thinking about this idea.

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Once upon a time, there was a girl who thought she could be a hero. And then she died. She died slowly and painfully and steeped in guilt over having accidentally set off a gang war that destroyed the city. It's a neat little story about hubris and knowing your place and why Batman is always right.

Except she didn't. Die, that is. She flatlined on the operating table and Leslie faked her death. And when that girl came back, she put on a costume again and became the third Batgirl. It's a heartwarming story about stubbornness and learning to rely on others and proving Batman wrong.

The truth, Stephanie thinks, is somewhere in between.

When she talks about having died, people treat as— not as a joke, the pain is still too raw for that, but as an exaggeration. Dramatic license.

Sometimes Steph thinks that's all it is. But she feels like she died. She dreams about it sometimes. Not just Black Mask, although he does haunt far too many of her dreams, but something else. Something in-between.

It's probably just the trauma. That's what Leslie says, when Stephanie finally asks her.

Stephanie doesn't ask Leslie about her newfound strength, or about how sharp her senses have become.

You can't go through something like Stephanie did and come out unchanged. That's what Babs says, and she would know. Steph doesn't think they're thinking about the same kind of changes, though.

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Stephanie lands on a rooftop and looks down at the white van parked below. It's not a particularly notable vehicle, except for the occupants.

"What are they doing?" Steph asks.

"I don't know." Babs sounds frustrated, and no wonder. There aren't many people who can keep Oracle out of their systems, and Steph wouldn't have judged these guys to be among their ranks. "I'll keep trying to get through their firewalls, but I'm flying blind here. Keep an eye on them, but be careful."

"You know me," Steph says. "Careful is my middle name."

Babs doesn't even bother to muster up a sarcastic response to that, which is how Steph knows she's preoccupied.

These guys have been running all over Gotham for the past few weeks. They're dressed in immaculate white suits and carrying unfamiliar weapons, and they seem to be taking some kind of readings on unfamiliar instruments. None of that is a crime, but it's suspicious, and Oracle's inability to find out any more about them is even more suspicious.

And that means they're officially Steph's problem.

The men are doing the same thing they've been doing the last few times Steph has watched them. It's not particularly exciting.

"Batgirl," Oracle says.

"Please tell me there's a robbery or something that needs my attention," Steph replies. "These guys are so boring."

"Sorry. Do you think you can get one of their gadgets for me? I want a better look."

"Can do, boss."

Stephanie carefully climbs down to street level, staying out of sight. She's gotten a lot sneakier since her not-death. She tells herself it's all of her training and practice, finally paying off, but regardless of the cause, the guys in white have no chance of spotting her.

They're standing near the front of the van, arguing about something.

"The apparition was spotted here last night," one says.

"That doesn't mean it's going to return!" another responds.

Sounds like they're looking for something in particular. Which Steph and Babs had already guessed, but it's nice to have confirmation.

Steph slips toward the back of the van, which is wide open. Not smart, especially in Gotham, but she's got a feeling these guys aren't from Gotham.

The inside of their van reminds her of a sci-fi movie; everything is blindingly white and chrome, with glowing green accents. And lots and lots of those weapons. Whoever they are, they clearly have a nice sized budget.

Steph grabs one of the guns and a handheld instrument like the one the guys outside are waving around, but as soon as she does, all the instruments the guys in front of the van are holding start going wild.

"There it is!" one of them yells. They all start shooting at her, which is how Steph learns that they're using some kind of fancy laser guns. Because regular guns just aren't space age enough for these guys.

That's Steph's cue to get out. She grapples back to the rooftop, just barely avoiding getting hit by the laser guns.

It’s easy enough to lose them from the rooftops. At Oracle’s direction, she makes her way back to Firewall. She tugs her mask off and hands the stolen tech over to Babs.

“The’re looking for something,” she says. “An apparition.”

Babs hums in acknowledgment. “Hopefully these will have some answers.” She switches on the— scanner? Steph’s pretty sure that’s its function, anyway. It starts beeping wildly.

Steph jumps back, startled. The beeping stops.

“Well,” Babs says. “I think we have an idea what they were looking for.”

#dpxdc #dcxdp #dc x dp fic #stephanie brown #halfa steph au

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silverwhittlingknife · 10 months

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Hi! Thoughts on Dick and Tim during Murderer/Fugitive, and their argument over whether Bruce killed Vesper?

(My interpretation was that to Dick, Robin means not only unwavering loyalty to Batman, but unwavering faith (“I’m dismayed that there can be a Robin who believes Batman could be guilty of murder”)— whereas to Tim it’s more about having faith in the symbol and the mission, not the person)

Tim (suspicious that Bruce has emotional blind spots and is about to get a case wrong): Nightwing. Channel Two. Go discreet. (Gotham Knights 1)

Dick: I don't - I don't see how you can say that and still wear that uniform... Tim: The guy who gave it to me–the guy who wore it first–HE taught me never to back away from any possibility that might lead to the truth. And he still believes that… right? (Gotham Knights 26)

Ooh, look, it’s one of my favorite comics of all time. <33

Yeah!! I think hmmm. Both Dick and Tim are intensely loyal to Bruce and they both care about him a lot. But they do think about their loyalty to him in very different ways.

Also tl;dr I am biased here but also I am right dsfsfs - although I do think that Tim's loyalty is kinda to the symbol, I also think a big part of the issue here is that Tim's more unambiguous personal faith is given to Dick, not to Bruce. When Dick says, How can you wear that uniform and not have faith in Bruce, Tim answers, essentially, I wear this uniform because I have faith in you. Which is not what Dick wants to hear!

I had SO MANY THOUGHTS about this, so below the cut:

Dick and Bruce and the importance of faith

Tim and Bruce and the importance of doubt

More rambling Dick-and-Tim-and-Bruce thoughts

Dick and Bruce and faith

Dick’s notion of loyalty is pretty firm: “It's no secret Batman and I have had our... issues. But I won't be involved in anything that hurts him.” His connection to Bruce, from the very beginning, is all about their shared sense of mission: the oath in the candlelight. Dick’s got this intense loyalty that he feels he owes to Bruce, and he feels betrayed when it seems like Bruce isn’t reciprocating, because as far as Dick’s concerned they owe it to each other.

I think you owe me an explanation, Bruce. ... We were the Dynamic Duo, don’t you remember? / If Bruce Wayne doesn’t exist, who am I the son of? / I know you have to live through restraint. I understand how brevity is your moral compass. But why lie to me, of all people? Why would you lie to me. ME. ... I trust you more than anyone. / I've trusted Batman with my life since I was eight. / On top of everything, he's my father now, too... I want to hit people just for thinking bad thoughts about him.

Dick’s first experience of Bruce is fighting by his side. He initially conceptualizes his role of Robin as about being steadfast partners to each other, and although he'll sometimes later recategorize it as a kid's role, that doesn't change the way he thinks of his own relationship to Bruce: partners, no matter what.

Dick fights with Bruce a lot - he'll pick a physical fight in this very arc! He's not afraid to stand up to Bruce! He wants to be independent and bristles when he feels bossed around or ignored or when Bruce is dismissive or doesn't listen or doesn't call on him for help! But paradoxically, he stands up to Bruce because he has faith in him. Dick respects Bruce enough to confront him and he expects Bruce to offer him the same respect in return. He'll pour out his heart to Bruce because despite everything, some part of him expects Bruce to have an answer, to step up, to be the person Dick's determined to believe he can be.

Tim and Bruce and doubt

By contrast, Tim initially interacts with Bruce like a detective stalking a criminal. He collects newspaper reports. He follows Bruce and takes photos of him and gathers evidence to present to Dick. He goes to talk to Dick, not Bruce, about Bruce’s problems—and Tim will pretty consistently continue to talk about Bruce to Dick (or occasionally to Alfred), to work behind Bruce’s back, to be frank with Dick in ways that he’s not frank with Bruce. Tim’s often at pains to insist that he does respect and care about Bruce, but one of the reasons he has to keep insisting this verbally is because his actions and assumptions suggest a lack of trust.

Tim’s first experience of Bruce is of someone who could be a knight or a monster, who needs help and intervention, who can be loved but not entirely trusted. Someone who isn’t gonna be okay on his own; someone who needs saving and fixing; someone whose sense of himself can’t be entirely trusted or listened to. Batman needs a Robin. No matter what he thinks he wants.

In New Titans 71, Wolfman writes Dick musing about Tim as a Robin and how he’s different from Dick himself, and thinking, “He questions more.” Much later, in Teen Titans/Outsiders, Kory will note the same difference. Which is a funny thing to write given all Dick’s fights with Bruce—but I also think it’s a true insight! Tim’s default is questioning. Almost his entire tenure as Robin is spent as Bruce's apprentice, not his kid, and that affects his attitude a lot. He never takes his trust in Bruce for granted. It’s carefully considered—and it could be revoked. A part of Tim is always judging and measuring Bruce, deciding which qualities he thinks are admirable and which ones not so much, what's worrisome and what's not, analyzing whether Bruce is looking after his health or not, etc etc.

You have to promise me something. You'll listen to Alfred and at least call it a night and give yourself a chance to heal. / How many times are we going to have this conversation, Bruce? You died tonight. For almost two minutes you were dead. / Maybe Batman doesn't need to know about this. / He's a hard guy to get to know. / I have friends. He has... associates. / Bruce has been on the job the longest. It’s slowly driven him mad and eaten the human part right out of him. / My boss - my teacher is gone, gone as in fled, but also gone out of his head. And now he may be a murderer as well. / I think maybe Batman has gone crazy. / Don't like the risks he's taking. Don't like the way he spoke to me. I hope it's the concussion talking. I don't want to think his edge is coming back.

It’s not that Dick never worries about Bruce in this way. He does! In the arc right before Lonely Place of Dying, his inner monologue compares Bruce to an alcoholic. And IMO it’s strongly implied in Gotham Knights 26 (the Dick-and-Tim fight about Bruce maybe being a murderer) that one of the reasons Dick is so forceful and so upset by Tim’s suggestion is that he’s suppressing his own private doubts. Tim’s dragging into the open something that Dick is refusing to look closely at. Dick's faith is an act of will—if I’m going to be Bruce’s ally, then I can’t believe he’s capable of this. I can’t allow myself to believe it. And if I believe he’s capable of it, then I’m not acting as his ally anymore:

Dick: "I think it’s… admirable that you can continue serving a system in which you have so little faith. But I can’t. I can’t, Tim. I cannot believe that Batman is guilty of murder. I do not believe it, and I will not believe it. And I can’t stand with anyone who does."

You don't get this upset about somebody saying that the Earth is flat, you know? Dick's not laughing the accusation off; instead, he's drawing a hard line - I will not consider this. I refuse to go there. The topic is off-limits.

(In the same comic, you've got a similar fight going on between Alfred and Leslie with similar stakes - Alfred refusing to believe it but clearly harboring secret doubts, Leslie openly suspicious.)

General Dick-and-Tim-and-Bruce thoughts

Tim to friends: "I lie to Batman" (Teen Titans 3) Dick to Bruce: "But why lie to me, of all people? Why would you lie to me. ME." (Outsiders 21)

It’s always been Tim’s instinct to strategize around Bruce rather than with him. Tim will lie and circumvent Bruce’s orders, whereas Dick will disagree to his face. Dick respects Bruce enough to give him his say and argue back, whereas Tim tends to think of Bruce as an admired-but-unstable figure who you sometimes listen to but sometimes plan around.

And I think you get the core of that in this arc!

Tim voices his concerns pretty frankly to Dick, but is way more circumspect in front of Bruce, because he doesn't entirely trust Bruce - Tim thinks "is Bruce stable and trustworthy" is "a decision that Dick and I will make in consultation with each other," not a decision that Bruce can make.

In the past, Dick has basically gone along with this kind of thing - he and Tim gossip about Bruce a lot! So it's not surprising that Tim's first thought is that they can confer on it again. But when it becomes a question of "is Bruce murderous, criminal, immoral," then Dick's loyalty kicks in. That's too serious an accusation for Dick to feel entirely comfortable talking about it behind Bruce's back.

Generally IMO, how Dick conceptualizes his loyalty tends to vary a lot depending on who he's talking to. So e.g. in general, Dick's more likely to gripe about Bruce to Tim than he is to gripe about Bruce to the Titans, because he knows that Tim basically likes Bruce. Tim's Robin! Dick takes for granted that Tim is loyal. So it's not disloyal to complain about Bruce to Tim, because Dick and Tim are both on Bruce's side. Dick complains to Tim about Bruce abruptly summoning them into No Man's Land, but doesn't share the same complaint with the Titans. And that's because the Titans aren't friendly toward Bruce in general, and so bitching to them would be disloyal, would be airing dirty laundry outside the family.

By contrast, Tim's a safe audience... until you end up in a situation like Bruce Wayne: Murderer, when suddenly it sounds like Tim may not be on Bruce's side anymore. What are you saying, Tim?

I do think that if Tim had been right, if Bruce had been a murderer, Dick would've ultimately helped take him down. He's very defensive of Bruce because that's how Dick understands the obligations of loyalty, but... he's part of confronting Bruce and demanding explanations in the Cave, and he and Tim (and Cass and Babs) all investigate Bruce together. I think if there had been very very very credible evidence, Dick would've helped fight to take evil!Bruce down. But I also think he would've never stopped mentally searching for an explanation: mind control? body double? I think he'd have an incredibly hard time accepting that Bruce had just murdered someone.

And I mean! In Dick's defense! I don't think Bruce would! At the end of the day, I think Bruce deserves all kinds of criticism in post-Crisis, but I also tend to think that Dick's read of him is a bit more accurate than Tim's, that even though Bruce can act monstrously in all kinds of ways he is at bottom a person who would never ever ever murder a civilian girlfriend no matter how unstable he got and no matter how threatened his secret was. Dick might have a bit more faith in him than he deserves, but at the same time, Tim's jumping to the worst-case scenario pretty fast here, much as he does during Batman: RIP, and I think you could definitely argue that Dick - who's known Bruce longer and better, who lived with Bruce for years instead of just worked with him - has a better and more instinctive sense of Bruce's strengths instead of just his faults.

(And in Tim's defense, as Babs is about to point out to Dick, Bruce has not been behaving especially well recently and Tim has a lot of reasons to be frustrated with him. And Tim's not the only one - Babs is pretty suspicious too!)

.... And of course, I mean, as a Dick and Tim fan, I love that this arc makes very clear that Tim feels his own loyalty is to the symbol, yes, but also that he associates the symbol with Dick first and with Dick's sense of morals, that he trusts Dick, that he sees the costume as something Dick gave him and that's the legacy that he's trying to live up to, to never walk away from the truth, that he thinks the two of them need to be willing to consider the worst of Bruce .... and also the delightful paradox that this isn't loyalty that Dick asked for or wants or welcomes!!

Dick has always taken for granted that Tim was loyal to Bruce, not to Dick; he's not at all happy to hear the opposite. This isn't a heartwarming moment for them but instead a really fraught one, because it's a declaration of Tim's loyalty but it's a declaration of Tim's loyalty that's specifically about not offering unconditional loyalty to Bruce, so Dick feels like he's being invited to be traitors together instead of feeling touched by Tim's trust. Tim's loyalty is something he has to learn to come to terms with rather than something he's happy to have.

And I think that's great!! I love love love these kinds of complicated emotional dynamics (TM), and Bruce Wayne: Murderer is full of them. It's such a fun read.

#THANK YOU FOR THE ASK <33 i rambled for so long sdfdsfs but i really really love this whole arc #it's such a great fight and it does so many interesting things with characterization #it's a story about everybody's very individual relationships with bruce #and all the focus is on the emotional dynamics of WHY they're making particular choices #dick & tim #dick grayson #tim drake #ask tag

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Jason Todd Imcorrect quotes (2/??)

Continuation of this post . Probably 2/2 until like, the next four years or sth

Angsty quotes I probably will add in some fic somewhen. They are also for adoption, they have no home yet. I am just very salty about this.

Bruce: we don’t kill, Jason!

Jason: why? Why can’t we? Why is this your line in the sand when there is no other fucking line you won’t cross!

Bruce: because if we do it we will be just as bad as them!

Jason: Bruce you sanctimonious fuck, I don’t want to be better! I just want to be safe!

Dick: why can’t you understand? We don’t kill! we can’t be judge, jury and executioner!

Jason: why not? We certainly don’t have judges or juries here!

Dick: just because the system is corrupt-

Jason: when I was murdered, where was my judgment? When did the judge pass the sentence, when did the jury declare him innocent? When was the dead penalty discarded?

Dick: …you know why Jason Todd could not have a public judgement

Jason: then what was it, was it private and you decided to leave my death unpunished or is he awaiting my judgement?

Dick: oh little wing-

Jason: my anger and my rage are not unjustified. They are just inconvenient for Batman’s crusade. Fuck you and your righteous fucking convenience.

Tim: you don’t understand! Bruce was broken after you died and Batman needs a robin!

Jason: I did not die. I was murdered.

Tim: I know. Bruce never got over failing to save you

Jason: why is his grief more important than my pain? Why must his needs overcome mine?

Tim: …he’s Batman

Jason: I see. so he’s not replaceable. But his robins aparently are.

Tim: no! That’s not-

Jason: better tread carefully then, replacement.

Bruce: you killed a man. You broke my rules!

Jason: and I will do it again. What will you do about it, then, big man, throw me to your justice?

Bruce: I will take you in like the rest of the criminals in this city

Jason: it will not stick. Thanks to your methods, I am a dead boy that doesn’t exist. I cannot be thrown in jail.

Bruce: you think I can’t put you under a fake Id?

Jason: you will go the extra mile to hurt me, but not for those that hurt me. Father of the year.

Now the less angsty ones. To break off with a laugh or sth

Goon 1: boss, we have a problem.

Red hood: *sighs deeply* what is it now, Fred?

Goon 1: …you know my name? There has been…a confusion in one of the orders, boss

Red hood: oh?

Goon 2: it appears someone mislabeled the… um, SEAL-quality equipment for-

*LOUD BRAYING CAN BE HEARD*

red hood: …how many live seals are in Gotham right now, Ricky

Goon 2: that;s um. a lot. Sir.

Goon 1: I think over twenty, boss

Red hood: and what am I supposed to do with 20 fucking seals?

Goon 2: I-i think they are actually an endangered species? So, so maybe you can, like, open a-

Red hood: no. No. I refuse. No. I will not end up my crime lord days to build an animal reserve. No.

Goon 1: we could also kill them sir. Their fur is expensive and crime alley could always stand to have more food

Red hood: we are not doing that.

Goon 2: I mean, we have done worse things for less money boss

Red hood: you want your ankles to be bitten to death by an angry toddler? Because this is how you get an angry toddler bit your ankles to death with his swords. Two of them.

Goon 1: is…is that a new rogue, boss?

Red hood: worse. Excuse me I gotta make a call

Red hood, on the phone: hey, baby demon, I got sth for you- what no, it’s not from Talía- shut up I do nice things for you on my own- oh fuck you habibi -you would be the bigger disappointment but you aren’t tall enough -oh? Did the baby get angry? Did the baby want a time out?- wait no, don’t pass the phone you co- yes. Hi B. No. Fuck you. No. Asshole. I’m hanging up.

The goons: …

Red hood: *picks up phone yet again* dickhead if you hang on me I swear to god I will haunt you-oh, sorry. Is dick there? Pass him the phone, please, it’s important. *a beat* dick, why did that random man pick up your phone- midnighter? And I thought I had the daddy issues. No wait! I have over 20 seals and I have to get rid of them- stop laughing you asshole!! *hangs up furiously*

Red hood: *turns to the goons* tomorrow the someone will come to pick up the seals. Probably an Atlantean. ETA 8 PM. Be ready or else *leaves*

Goons: …

Goon 1: I thought I knew how phone calls worked but apparently I don’t.

Goon 2: …me neither.

#jason todd #dc batman #bruce wayne #dick grayson #tim drake #incorrect quotes

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darthpastry · 8 months

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Incorrect Quotes of the Kingdom Pt. 2

Link: I'm never donating blood again. The second you walk through the door, it’s just one invasive question after another! ‘Where did you get it?’ 'Why is it in a bucket?’ I mean... do you want it or not?

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Revali: Any idiot would know that.

Link: I knew that!

Revali: See?

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Revali: Could you be any more annoying?

Link: Definitely.

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Purah: Ew, what kind of tea is this?

Link *sipping tea cup with pinky in the air*: I boiled Gatorade.

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Link: Ok so, apparently the "bad vibes" I've been feeling are actually severe psychological distress.

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Tulin: I’ve become a bread crumb dealer to four crows at the lake. They pay me with a bit of everything. Like shiny things, fabric, or pens. But recently they paid me with a 20 dollar bill they found somewhere. So I decided to buy them some more expensive bread. They loved it. So they understand what to do. Give me money. I’ve probably racked up about 200 dollars at this point. Is it morally wrong though, I mean. They’re the ones who steal the money from others. Or perhaps they just have a big pile laying somewhere. Should I keep on doing this?

Riju: You sound like the start of a Batman villain.

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Zelda: What are you two arguing about this time?

Purah: They're always using common phrases incorrectly!

Link: Cry me a table.

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Link: Fight me!

Ganondorf: Ha, look at your size! What are you gonna do, kick my ankle?

*Later*

Ghost Sonia: Why is Ganondorf crying?

Ghost Rauru: Link kicked them really hard in the ankle.

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Zelda: Please could you go to the shop and get a carton of milk, if they have avocados get six.

Link *coming back from the store with six cartons of milk*: They had avacados!

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Link: Rauru, I screwed up big time.

Rauru: Link, given your daily life experiences, you’re gonna have to be more specific.

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Link: *About to do something incredibly stupid*

The sages: I know I can't stop you, but I won't let you go by yourself.

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Sonia: I have been tricked, I have been backstabbed, and I have quite possibly been bamboozled.

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Purah: According to the footage here, you shook the vending machine and when the shake alarm went off, you punched the glass and broke it.

Link: ... I was hungry.

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Sonia: Not gonna lie, I'm kind of afraid of Link...

Rauru: As you should be.

Sonia: No, for real. They're kind of-

Rauru: As. You. Should. Be.

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Ganondorf: Life is like Link. It's short.

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Link: Don't worry, I have a few knives up my sleeve.

Yunobo: I think you mean cards.

Tulin: He did not.

Link *pulling out knives*: I did not.

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Link: The risk I took was calculated, but man am I bad at math.

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Link: Like they say, "If you can't beat them, curl up in a ball and protect your organs."

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Purah: When will Ted himself...finally show up to the talk?

Tulin: The final boss.

Riju: You guys know TEDtalks stands for technology, entertainment, and design talks, right?

Link: I will not let Ted hide behind these lies any longer!

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Link: Yum, thanks!

Ganondorf *puts more tape over Link's mouth*: I said, stop eating it.

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Purah: Didn't you die?!

Link: That was weeks ago. Things change.

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Purah: Wake me up...

Tulin: Before ya go go

Zelda: When September ends

Link: WAKE ME UP INSIDE

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Sidon: What if mayonnaise came in cans?

Link: That would suck because you can't microwave metal.

Riju: Good morning to everyone except these two people.

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Ganondorf: I've been expecting you, Link.

Link: How did you do that without turning around?

Ganondorf: Let's just say the first few people I did that to were not you.

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Rating Every TNBA Redesign Cos Why Not

The New Batman Adventures was the last season of the infamous Batman the Animated Series, although it moved to another less strict network. Because the producers wanted to do crossovers with the Superman animated series, they gave the series and its characters a more streamlined style to it. Now I dont wanna blame Bruce Timm entirely since there were many artists on staff back then who did the redesigns but because I hate this coomer, Im going to anyway. In BTAS, you can tell each character apart and they have their own unique outfits and looks to them. But here, these are some of the most unimaginative superhero/villain designs Ive ever seen. Although some did surprise me and were not that bad. So, for a bit of fun, here's my look at each Batman character's redesign in the final (and worst) season of the show.

(Not counting Robin cos he's a different character to Dick Grayson or characters that had very little changes like Clayface or Harley Quinn)

Batman

The big emo rodent himself. For his redesign, I like the more sleek look to Batman's cape...thats it. His original design is really hard to perfect. Its got everything. Why tamper with perfection?

Batgirl

I actually kinda like Batgirl's redesign. The yellow gloves and boots really help her stand out and its the one of the few times the darker toned outfits actually accentuate a design rather than ruin it. Too bad Bruce Timm couldn't stop salivating over her and the rest of the women in this show. So next time you see someone consider Bruce Timm this legendary storyteller of Batman, give them a healthy reminder that he shipped this college girl character with her mentor/surrogate uncle figure FOR YEARS.

Alfred

Its like they sucked away all of Alfred's snark and replaced it with a cardboard cutout. Literally, he looks so sterile and empty. Who had the idea of making Alfred look more bored and done with everything? Also whats wrong with his chin??

Commissioner Gordon

Good ole Commissioner Pringle got off pretty much unscathed but I think they made him a touch too old considering they gave him a more lanky body, which makes him look more feeble and weak. Dude looks old enough to be Babs' grandad

Joker

Ohhhhh boy. So Joker's redesign is infamously considered by fans as one of the show's worst redesigns, to a point even the showrunners were like yeahh. And thats not unwarranted. He looks like an inverted Dr Draken and im so glad they redesigned him again for Batman Beyond and onward.

Seriously he's A CLOWN WHERES THE MAKE UP?!!

Two-Face

I know Two Face is just a redrawn version of the original design with the TNBA streamlined art style but I want to draw special attention to the monster side of Dent's face. Notice in the original it looks more manic and feral? Heavily contrasted with the conflicted, guilty look on Dent's normal side? But here, in the redesign the monster side is less scary and Dent looks way too bored and angry. The overuse of black lines doesnt help.

Catwoman

She looks like Harley Quinn or Barbara wearing a catsuit. Starting to see a pattern here?

Baby Doll

Its a tough call cos they both look very good but Im gonna lean towards the redesign cos shes got that creepy doll look down to a T (Annabelle would be proud) whereas her original design looked more like a Tiny Toons character.

Scarface and the Ventriloquist

I like the redesign cos of the exaggerated style of the rest of the show perfectly captures Scarface since he's, yknow, a puppet and having the Ventriloquist be shown to be scared and submissive really does show how the puppet is ironically the puppetmaster.

Penguin

Actually I like both of them. They both give off that sophisticated element Penguin is known for and after so many reiterations of him being this crass Scouse-talking crime boss, its nice to see versions of him going back to his rich asshole roots.

Bane

In the original, he has a luchador-style mask and wrestling suit fitting his Spanish roots. Here, he straight up looks like a gimp. Its really bad. Embrace your heritage, Bane!

Riddler

They went from Frank Gorshin to Jim Carrey for Riddler (fitting cos Batman Forever came during TNBA's development) and I love that. So I love both of them. Nice to see a villain with some fucking colour in TNBA cos im tired of seeing all this black outfits. Also his cane being an extended question mark instead of a question mark on top of a regular cane is genius.

Mad Hatter

Both of them fit Hatter's deranged stalker vibes perfectly, but I wish they kept the colour scheme for the redesign cos Hatter's new colour scheme looks too rounded and doesnt stand out.

Poison Ivy

Killer Croc

Finally, now he looks like an actual crocodile instead of whatever the hell he was supposed to be!

Scarecrow

Okay, who the fuck decided to make Scarecrow look like the Babadook? Cos I want to give them a raise. Holy mother of piss, that is terrifying. That shit belongs in the Arkham games. I still prefer the old design cos it has that perfect blend of goofy and gothic. He looks like a Cacturne now that I think about it.

Mr Freeze

HONEY WHAT HAVE THEY DONE TO YOU?!! WHY DO YOU LOOK LIKE A FUCKING FUTURAMA HEAD?!! WHAT IN THE ACTUAL FUCK?! YOU HURT MY HUSBAND, TIMM, NOW ITS PERSONAL

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"You saved me."

Summary: (y/n) and Clark have an argument but briefly after, something terrifying happens nearly snatching away (y/n)'s life but Clark is there to save her.

Word count: 1.7K

Warnings: kissing, danger, death, crying, arguments

“Batman saves the day again,” I whisper to myself as I look at the front page title for my article. With a smile, I stand up, gripping the tablet to show my boss. I knock on the door and walk in once I’m summoned.

“I’m done.” I pass the tablet over to Mr White. “What do you think?” I ask and watch his eyes scan over the title and the article.

He sighs before lifting his glasses onto his head and my face drops slightly. “You can publish it.” He says reluctantly, he doesn’t tend to like pieces that are so opinionated but he often makes exceptions for me. I take the tablet off of him and head out of the door. “Maybe tone it down next time though.” I nod even though we both know that I won’t.

I get the article published in the following day’s Daily Planet paper.

The next day I see my article on the front page accompanied by a heroic picture of Batman, I smile, content with my work and head home.

I push open the door to my shared apartment and kick off my shoes and hang up my coat. I check the time and decide to start cooking some dinner as Clark should be home in an hour or two.

“Honey, I’m home.” I hear Clark yell from the door in a tired tone.

“I’m in the kitchen!” I yell back and hear his heavy footsteps echo through the house. I keep stirring the food and I feel his large hands on my shoulder.

“Hey,” I say quietly as he places a soft kiss on my cheek.

“Hi, how was your day?” He asks wrapping his arms around me.

“Good, my article got on the front page,” I say happily.

“Wow, what was the article about?” He says resting his chest against my back.

“The title was: Batman saves the day again!” I say turning around dramatically with a smile but I watch his smile falter.

“Batman saves the day again…” He mutters quietly and I nod. “(y/n) you know how I feel about him.” He says.

“Are you not proud of me? I got the front page.” I say slightly sad that he isn’t as happy as me.

“That’s great but do you have to write about him all the time?” He asks tiredly.

“I don’t write about him all the time!” I say getting annoyed. “And you can’t control what I write!” I say, brows furrowed.

“I don’t want to dictate your writing but I don’t like when you write about him and you know that!” He says withdrawing from me.

“I don’t understand why you care so much whether I write about him! You should be happy for me!” I say louder but not shouting.

This turns into a full-blown argument, shouting and all and it lasts for seemingly hours although I know it can’t have been more than half an hour before I stormed off. Dinner is abandoned and Clark sleeps on the couch.

Hot tears burn my eyes as I keep flipping over my pillow and turning around, Clark not being next to me is making it hard to sleep. Eventually, morning arrives and I leave early before Clark even wakes up. Even though it’s early I head to work, only a few people get to the building this early, mainly just cleaners. Clark works in the same building but on a different floor, the one just above my floor, the one just below the roof.

I spend the day not doing much and trying to avoid my coworkers. Walking around the office, all that’s displayed is the current Daily Planet paper, the issue with my front page article. It usually fills me with pride to see my articles on the front page at the office but today it just fills me with anger. Every time I walk past one of the newspaper stands I’m reminded of our argument last night.

I sit back down at my desk, my hands threading in my hair, frustrated. Squeezing my eyes shut I blink back small tears as I stare at the screen in front of me.

As I look at the endless lines of text, I feel vibrations ripple through the building. They’re relatively small but definitely there so I stand up and look around at my other confused co-workers.

I push my chair out of the way and walk towards the windows where everyone’s standing. After a few seconds of shock, everyone starts screaming and running out of the building. I stand still staring at the destruction of our city and almost everybody else is leaving the building. Mr White grabs my arm and pulls me out the door with him and down the stairs.

“We’ve got to go!” He yells pulling me down the stairs and I go with him.

“Wait!” I yell and stop. “Clark’s up there!” I yell and pry my arm from his hand, darting up the stairs.

“(y/n)! Stop!” He yells but I keep running up the stairs.

I make it up to the next floor and people just keep pushing past me. “Clark!” I yell, worried. “Clark!” I turn to one of the people running out. “Have you seen Clark?” I ask rushed and my answer is a shake of the head.

I ask the people who rush out the door but no one’s seen him. Pushing through the last few people I run through the floor looking for him, calling his name.

“Clark? Clark?” I yell, running down the corridors, and poking my head into each of the offices.

Seeing he’s not on this floor I head up to the next one but it’s the roof. I feel the wind through my hair as I push open the door.

“Clark!” I yell out from the top of the building. Walking away from the door it slams behind me and locks. I grab onto the handle and pull and pull but it doesn’t budge so I turn away from it and take a deep breath.

“Clark!” I cup my hands around my mouth and shout out across the building with no response. “Clark? Are you up here?” I say looking around, the vibrations getting stronger and harsher. I try to walk further but I’m thrown to the ground as an especially strong vibration ripples underfoot.

I flip my hair out of my face, tucking some of it behind my ear to stop it from blowing in my face as I look around. The buildings in front of us have been absolutely obliterated and the debris is littering the streets. I crawl back towards the door and try the door again, it’s still locked but I try to pry it open, desperately. Worry builds up inside of me as the door doesn’t budge at all and the destruction is closing in.

I turn around to look at the tornado-like carnage nearing and back up against the wall. Wiping tears from my eyes I stare my death in the eyes terrified.

If I die today I’ll never get to see Clark ever again, I’ll never get to apologise and my last memory of him will be the argument. His last memory of me before I died will be our argument. The thoughts bring me to tears and I throw my head back against the door, the danger getting closer and closer.

Finally, just as I’m about to be swallowed up by the darkness I’m lifted into the air. Choking on my tears I feel a pair of arms around my waist and I hear a quiet voice in my ear.

“You’re okay. You’re okay.” I hear the voice says as I cling on for dear life.

“Clark?” I whisper quietly, looking up at him. “Oh my god,” I say with a sigh of relief.

He flies us away from the wreckage and my tears start to dry up as I’m away from the danger. Clark lands on the ground and he places me down in front of him seconds afterwards.

I press myself against his torso, pulling him closer to me desperately. He does the same, wrapping his arms around me as I rest my head on his chest.

“You saved my life. Thank you.” I say quietly.

“You don’t need to thank me…” He says quietly.

“I’m so sorry,” I say feeling the tears in my eyes again.

“For what?” He asks softly knowing that I’m still shaken up.

“I’m sorry for writing that article. I know you don’t like him and I shouldn’t have-” He cuts me off.

“No, I’m sorry, you should be able to write what you like.” He says and I lift my head from his chest.

He places his finger under my chin and lifts my head closer to his. Leaning in, he presses his lips against mine, his thumb caressing my cheek, wiping away the remnants of my tears. I kiss him passionately, pouring all of my emotions into it. Tangling my hand into his gelled hair, I tease the curls out as he pulls me closer, his arm around my neck. I open my eyes and pull away slowly, placing my forehead against his.

“I love you,” I say softly looking into his blue eyes, only adoration and love painted on my face.

“I love you too. I’m so glad you’re okay.” He says sincerely and I trace the ‘S’ on his outfit.

“Thanks to you,” I say before smashing my lips against his again, this time more ferociously and he matches the emotion and passion. I stroke my hand against his clean-shaven face and I reach around playing with the tame curls. He bites at my lip as I open my mouth allowing him entrance. He rubs his hand up and down my back, drawing different shapes, it’s a soothing feeling. Looking to the side I notice Mr White and some others from the office who have escaped the terror in the city so I pull away, embarrassed at the very public display of affection.

He chases my lips again but I bow my head away and chuckle.

“Clark,” I say quietly indicating to the on-lookers with my eyes. He follows my eyes and then turns back to me.

“I don’t care.” He says before recapturing my lips. The warmth blossoms on my lips and the feeling of his lips on mine is the best feeling I can think of.

AN: I hope you enjoyed!

I just rewatched Superman and I'm just in love with Clark all over again.

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imagine--if · 2 years

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Headcanon request for Bruce when you’re sick?

A/N: Okay but protective batboy x10000 here 🖤🦇

Pairing: Battinson x reader (The Batman 2022)

Warnings: Overprotective loving Bruce Wayne 😍

•♡ It really doesn’t matter how I’ll you are or how bad you’re feeling; just a cold or a headache, a massive fever, threw up a few times?? One sneeze and there’s literally an ambulance on standby parked outside Wayne Manor. No joke.

•♡ Bruce is just terrified of the idea of one of the only people left in Gotham that he loves getting hurt or sick in any way. Obviously, everyone gets sick now and then, but when it’s you??? His mind’s going don’t panic don’t panic don’t-

•♡ It’s not like he’s unprepared though!! Bruce being The Batman means he has plenty of first aid equipment and a patient Alfred to help stitch him up and get medicines, and he’s more than happy to help you too. Bruce kind of prefers doing it himself and being around you 24/7 to make sure you’re doing okay and are in as little pain as possible.

•♡ Bruce Wayne is an incredibly doting and gentle partner with you in general, so he’ll be just as tender when he’s making sure you’re resting and have, like, the whole week off work with one word from him to your boss. It’s not like you’re gonna struggle finically-

•♡ He’s 100% the type who’s willing to run down to the nearest shop for a specific food or drink that you want but he doesn’t have. Hardly anyone will notice him being Bruce Wayne because of his black hoodie pulled right up over his face and keeping himself to himself and all.

•♡ His voice is so smooth and soft if you want him to read to you or something, or Bruce will lay down with you in a comfortable silence and only break it every few minutes to ask if you’re okay and stuff.

•♡ Not totally related, but he also asks what you’re thinking a lot. Like, what’s on your mind, why are you looking at something like that?? Not at all in a demanding or confused way but more in pure wonder of who you are and wanting to understand you as much as he can because he’s lovestruck 🥺

•♡ Basically, being ill has its many advantages with Bruce because he drops everything to be around you and watches any friend who tries to visit or something so closely, standing near where you are protectively like they’re gonna throw a grenade at you or something 😂

•♡ But in his mind, can you blame him?! He has to be protective!! The love of his life is at their most vulnerable point right now and it’s his job to make up for it 😤

•♡ If being too close and affectionate makes him sick afterwards (it usually does, Bruce likes cuddles 🙃) then you’ll be able to take care of him and Alfred helps out with the typical cycle, it’s very domestic and cute 💕

•♡ Bruce Wayne 10/10 makes being sick worth it.

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argentumcor · 3 months

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A flare-up of Arkham Trilogy fandom has been triggered, and so I spent entirely too much money on the Arkham Knight Genesis comic. Art is nice, writing is pretty good. I'm not a comic person, and find most comics to have ugly art these days, but this one (and Soulfinder from Iconic Comics) impressed me.

I always liked this version of Jason coming back best since I heard of the character. A plot device like a Lazarus Pit needs to be kept to a minimum because otherwise it just breaks everything and the Arkham version where the Pits are nearly exhausted and restricted to the Ra's plots is the best way to approach them. Jason being crazy because of torture and not mystical woo-woo side effects offers more interesting directions to go in to me, problems that can't be easily solved because they are choices he made while at least somewhat in possession of his faculties.

Man, I thought the backstory I cooked up for Arkham's Jason was dark but the canon one is darker. I had it where he never knew his dad and his mom was an addict who OD'd when he was young, but in the comic both parents are meth addicts who tried to sell him to the mob to pay their debts, which didn't work because that's nuts even in Gotham, and so abused him until he was thirteen, when Jason sold them out to the mob and watched them get killed in exchange for getting a small bit of turf where he was left alone to do small time crime.

I always liked the version of him meeting Batman by trying and semi-succeeding at stealing the wheels off the Batmobile, but the Arkham version where he saves Batman's life during a tussle with the Joker is a better fit for this universe.

There's conflict between the game City Stories version of how he got caught and the comic one. The game one is much darker, from what drove Jason after Joker (horrible murder and mutilation of children at a school in the game vs. pride I think in the comic) to the actual getting caught (Jason's hubris and sense of righteousness making him very stupid in the game vs. purely a trap the Joker laid in the comic). The game lore version of events is better, though harder to depict I think in the pages the comic had for various reasons.

One thing stands out about Arkham Jason: everyone in his life had given up on him from the moment he was born...except Bruce and the family. Bruce met him for only a few minutes at most and saw that Jason could be more than just another doomed rat in the dirty alleys of the city, wanted in some way to be more (Arkham Knight Jason disputes this in narration but it's clear from what happened that's the case). But a lifetime of being given up on doesn't just vanish in a year-ish of being really valued- and Joker brilliantly weaponized it against Jason and in doing so against Batman.

The comic is from Jason's bitter angry broken pre-Arkham Knight POV but there are hints that the darkness hasn't consumed him. I think Dick naming Tim as his brother in a fight hurt him- because I think they would have had that bond before Jason was taken and 'Tim as my replacement' is a big thing for Jason. He's ruthless, yes, and apathetic to the world around him but he sees that Bruce has a memorial to him in the Batcave and it triggers really intense emotions- anger because that's almost all he has anymore and then something else he can't and refuses to even try to process.

That's why, I think, Bruce extending a hand to Jason at the end of the boss fight destroyed the Arkham Knight. I also think that getting Gotham to evacuate civilians was Jason's idea. There's no logic to it from Scarecrow's POV; more people in the city would mean more fear to, uh, imbibe. It's not that Jason is worried about collateral damage, exactly, it's that he isn't totally gone. You can see that in the game audio logs. I wish we would have gotten an encounter with him and Dick, either as the Knight or as Red Hood. I think the rivalry there with Tim is built in as a matter of history and personality but with Dick there's a brotherhood that got broken through no fault of their own.

The Red Hood smart-assery is also present in the narration in the comic. I think it was there with the Arkham Knight, too, here and there, but he's on the furious hunt in most of what you hear from him so there isn't a lot of room for it.

#arkhamverse #arkham knight #jason todd

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like-rain-or-confetti · 1 year

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Alex.

You were borrowing the rogues phone, yours in the next room charging. You decided to tease them a little, calling their name. The second they turned their head you tried to look livid. "Who the fuck is Alex?" You knew they weren't cheating but you figured a little tease compared to the antics they pulled on you wouldn't hurt.

The Riddler: He blinked, distracted by the anger laced in your voice. "Excellent question, who is this Alex and why do we care?" He looked over his shoulder and it took you everything in your power not to laugh. "No, Edward. Tell me now. I can see the name in your phone. Who is that?" You asked pointedly. "I don't know an Alex." He waved you off, dismissing you with a flick of his wrist. You marched up to him turning his chair and leaning over him. "I'm not gonna ask you again. Who the fuck is Alex?" "Are you dumb? Did I not just say- why are you laughing!?" He looked at you perplexed as you failed to hold back your smile. "You said 'excellent question...!'" You trailed off with a laugh. "Were you just joking around!?" He asked helplessly. You nodded, unable to breathe from your laughter. "Good grief, you're a menace!" He balled up a piece of paper and threw it at you as you backed away.

Scarecrow: Scarecrow gave you a condescending look. "I'm sorry, does it look like I've been charming anyone other than you? You're the only one stupid enough to be in a relationship with me, dearest!" At his blunt response you burst out laughing. You had nothing to say in response to that other than. "I was just kidding." A weak response admist your laughing. "Uh huh, yeah, that was obvious." Scarecrow smirked muttering along the lines of "Jonny is clearly rolling in all the admirers. We have a double life. Batman roams the streets at night whilst I become my secret identity, the Casanova." You burst out laughing and he joined you in laughter. "Ah, me seducing anyone but you. You're funny. I tell Jonny all the time. This is why we love you." He sighed fondly, turning back to his computer.

Two-Face: He shrugged. "Don't know, why?" Harvey asked. "Quit glarin' at us like that!" Harv' huffed. "You have a text from Alex. Who's that? Your bit on the side?" "You take that back!" Harv' fired back. Harvey sighed as he rose to a stand from the couch. "Gorgeous, why would you ever think something like that?" He asked. You stared him down. "Heads, we show 'em who's boss." Harv said gruffly. "How about head's, you quit the bullshit and tails you tell me who the fuck Alex is." You remarked. "Hey, now..." Harvey frowned. "Uncalled for. At least give me a last name. Alex who?""I don't know. Apparently, they're close enough you didn't find a last name necessary." You replied crisply. "Give me that!" Harv' snatched his phone and hunted through his contact list. "There is no Alex! I didn't even get a message from anyone! What are you-" The moment he looked up, he saw your smile. "You're playing with us!" Harv' huffed. "Heads! Heads!" He dug into his pocket. "Oh shit!" You squeaked and hurried to hide in the bedroom. "You better run, your ass is done!" Harv' called out.

Copperhead: "Alex? I don't know one, why?" They sighed with boredom. "Cops!" You covered you mouth, cutting yourself off like you were holding back anger but really were holding back a smile before masking it. "Oh, are you getting angry?" Copperhead smiled widely their foot travelling up your side. "Are you gonna spank me?" Their eyes gleamed as their snake like tongue slithered out between their teeth, smile wide. You took a deep breath once again masking your true excitement with anger. "Who is Alex?" You demanded. Copperhead pulled you into their lap. "I already told you I don't know, precious." They began to nibble on the side of your jaw. You grabbed their neck, tugging them away from your jaw and making them look at you. They hissed affectionately through a smile. "Larissa." You warned. "Oh, my real name? Sounds serious." They teased. "Tell me wh-" Your demeanor broke as you burst into laughter. "Damn it!" You cried out. "I was so close! All I could think about was you asking if I was gonna spank you. The fuck!?" You demanded through giggles. "Gets you every time, precious." They replied smug. "I'm being serious though, I don't know any Alex." "I know! I was joking!" You said loudly.

Penguin: "Alex? As in Alexand-... From the lounge? Don't imagine why I'd have any numbers for the dancers. That's why I pay for a landline in my office." Oswald rambled to himself, glancing over the newspaper in his hands. "Oz? Is there someone else you're not telling me about?" That question certainly had his attention. He turned in his seat, eyebrow raised. "You serious? Aw baby, you ain't gotta worry about that. You're my one and only! Does this really get to you?" He asked. You broke. "I was joking, you took me so seriously! I feel bad now!" You said loudly and he let out a sigh of relief. "Bloody hell, sweetheart, so there's isn't anyone on my phone? I was gettin' worried someone was messin' with my phone!" He beckoned you over with a shake of his hand. "You tryna give me a heart attack?" He asked as his hands cupped around your thighs. "Meh, my version of a little CPR." You winked. "How you wound me sweetheart! I'm old- not that old...I've got a few years yet." The more he spoke the more hesitant Oswald sounded. "Don't even go there, Oz!" You playfully swatted his shoulder. "We've already agreed, I'm going first!" He leaned back. "Since when!? I never agreed to that!" "Didn't need you to, that's just how it's going to go." You bent down and kissed his cheek.

#whothefuckisava #isshetheothergirrrllll #i swear that part is catchy #batman #batman villains #batman scenarios #the riddler #scarecrow #two face #penguin #copperhead #edward nygma #jonathan crane #harvey dent #oswald cobblepot #larissa diaz

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ilovemenoverfifty · 10 months

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Copybat Ch. 1

Bale!Bruce Wayne x Trans!OC

(Victoria October is a canon trans woman in the Batman comics, although I know nothing about her. My oc only shares a name and the fact she's trans) Disclaimer: I've only seen the Dark Knight Trilogy and the plot is solely based off of that and my own ideas. I hope y'all like how I captured Bruce Wayne. This is set in the time of "The Dark Knight"

Ever since reports of the Batman, the controversy, and the good he’s done for Gotham, Victoria has been full on obsessed. She’s not just any fan of his either. She’s studied his actions, methods, and ideals. Victoria understands the character of the Batman under the mask.

There are times when the real Batman isn’t there, though, and people need him. Sure, there have been Batman copycats, but she’s going to rise above them. Victoria will be the second Batman that Gotham needs.

For days on end, she would lock herself in her home office, building her suit, 3D printing her cowl, crafting her weapons, and choosing how to present herself. Victoria doesn’t have the body of the Batman, but she can make herself look and sound masculine enough to appear as a male. Days turn into weeks until she’s finally completed the armour and costume.

Other than crafting, she’s been on autopilot, doing the bare minimum to take care of herself. She was completely focused on this project.

It was the first day back to her normal life and Victoria decided to start off strong. Before heading to work, she had worked out and she was on her way to a coffee shop. A larger man bumps into her, slamming her into a wall.

“Hey! Watch it you asshole!!” She almost screams at him, not noticing his size. Victoria’s eyes widen, noticing how much taller than her he is. She’s by no means short, but this man was almost twice her height.

“The fuck didja just call me?” He asks, punching her in the face, sending her harder into the wall and pulling her by her shirt collar. She’s frozen in fear, trying to get someone’s attention. A few people give her sympathetic looks, but no one does anything to help.

“Nothing, I’m sorry,” She squeaks. The thug stares her down for a quick second.

“Got any money on you?” Victoria nods, pulling her wallet out of her blazer pocket. She fumbles through the cash she has.

“How much?” She barely whispers.

“Just gimme the wallet and I’ll forget this happened.” He snatches the wallet from her hand, throws her back, hard, causing her to black out for a minute. When she comes to, her mind is racing a million miles a minute, unable to focus on or hear anything. She had been so confident about her fighting skills before, so why couldn’t she fight back now?

After what seemed like hours, she heard a voice trying to get her attention.

“Are you okay?” He asks. She comes back to reality when she clearly hears a snap of two fingers. In front of her, a familiar concerned man who she couldn’t quite place in her current mental state. The two are in an alley and he’s holding her up as if he were a crutch.

“Yeah…um,” She holds her head with one hand. “I think.”

“I called an ambulance, it should be on its way.”

“No, no,” Victoria shakes her head, moving to stand up straight. Getting slammed into the wall left a nasty bruise on her shoulders and she sucks her teeth when she feels the pain. “You didn’t have to.”

“You have a concussion and need treatment.”

“I don’t have a concussion,” She insists, shaking her head. “I’m fine…”

“I need you to follow my finger with your eyes. Can you do that?” He asks, ignoring her denial. Victoria nods. “Tell me if you get a headache while doing so.” He moves his hand back and forth, and she follows it for a few seconds. Her head starts to hurt a lot, and it shows on her face. “Alright, I’ll stop. Do you remember your name?”

“Of course I remember my name,” She chuckles slightly. “It’s um…” She thinks for a minute. “Victoria… I think.”

“Alright, Victoria… Do you at least have someone you can call?”

“My boss is gonna kill me…” She groans, hardly in the right state of mind. “I need to let him know… that I won’t be in today…”

“Victoria, look at me,” He gently commands. She does so, only now realising who’s helping her.

“You’re… Bruce Wayne…” She points at him.

“That’s right,” He nods. “And I’m taking you to the hospital where you’ll get treatment for your concussion. I need you to stay awake.” Victoria is hardly listening, trying her best to stay conscious.

“You know my boss,” Her thoughts are few and far between.

“Who’s your boss? I need you to stay awake.” He asks, trying to keep her conscious, genuinely worried about her health. She gives him a blank stare for a minute.

“Lucius…Fox….I think.” Victoria’s words are slurred.

“Alright. I’ll talk to him. The paramedics are here. They’re going to help you.” Her world is going dark as she hears the faint sound of an ambulance siren in her ears. until she blacks out again.

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finnglas · 7 months

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So today the Menstrual Demons are the worst so I took the afternoon off work, popped a cocktail of pain meds, and passed out in my bed for roughly 3.5 hours. I feel better now. But I did just wake up from the funniest goddamn dream. Hang in there with me.

So to begin with I was in a Burger King in Alabama and they were filming a commercial for their new product. They had created a new burger called the Thwopper for a Batman movie tie in (no I don't know why Thwopper I will leave a note for my subconscious) and there was general social media outcry about it because apparently men felt emasculated pronouncing the lisp when ordering. Which I thought was the stupidest thing I'd ever heard. This will be relevant at the end.

Anyway, there's this guy in a polo with some brand embroidered on it standing by the window and talking to this blonde PTA Karen looking lady that I can tell he's sort of just barely met, like maybe they're on a date, because they're doing the get to know you conversation. And I'm eavesdropping as you do, and he starts talking about he just bought this football team and it's full of delinquents and bad apples, etc., and listen, you don't have a football team in Alabama (not Lebanon, autocorrect, jeez) without 80% of them being Black, so my hackles were up because I smelled racism. Anyway, Polo Pete over here is very smug and a little gleeful when he starts talking about the disciplinary actions he's already implemented and more he's thinking about, and I'm watching her face as he's talking, and I lost it.

I matched up to the two of them, grabbed him by the collar to get him to stop talking, and pointed my finger in her face like I was scolding a dog and said, "We do NOT marry men to fix them." She opened her mouth to argue and I just repeated, "No, we DO NOT marry men to fix them. You cannot fix him."

And then I turned back to him and said, "And you be nice to those boys. You have NO IDEA the kind of trauma they're going through growing up in this kind of world, and they don't deserve an asshole like you playing out your Boss Hogg fantasies with their lives."

And then I turned and left the restaurant, but paused where they were setting up for another pass at filming the commercial, and said, "I'm not defending the assholes on social media, but for fuck's sake, 'Bat-Whopper' was right there."

And then I woke up.

#apparently i was in a fix it mood when i fell asleep lol

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theodorecanaryhood · 2 years

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Outlaws and the new additions

Part 11 to the Outlaw series

Trevor Signorino as Jason Todd x Male! Silver Canary reader

Speeding wasn’t like you but then there was a lot of things you had done over the years, very unlike you.

Jason sat in the passengers seat as he watched the roads, wizzing through the streets he hadn’t noticed your harsh grip on the steering wheel.

‘You bring guns?’ You asked, Jason looked at you as he nodded.

‘Yeah, that’s what I do, why?’ He asked you, you kept looking at the road.

‘You bring enough for the both of us?’

Jason seemed shocked by your question as he’d noticed your dislike of firearms. However, he got that you were angry.

‘Of course, I always bring more than enough’,

Jason placed a hand on yours as he noticed your white knuckles, grip tight.

‘Easy babe, we’ll get this sorted’ Jason said, sweetly as he smiled.

You nodded and smiled back at your husband as you reached the warehouse.

There was news about a group of Mobsters snatching Kid’s, getting them into either terror attacks or just locking them up to get Parent’s to talk or pay.

You were seeing red as you hated that it involved Children, wanting nothing more than to break Batman’s and your own rule. Run in the place and shoot all of them.

‘We’re here, ready?’ You asked as you rushed to the back of the van and got out all the weapons. Both of you putting on your masks and going inside.

Jason saw as you rushed in with a shot gun and some smoke pellets, you released the smoke and began to hit hard.

Jason had to keep up with you as he began tasing and shooting. He ‘accidentally’ forgot rubber bullets and was using real ones.

You began firing at the leaders, also using your Canary cry to knock them over.

It was a massacre in there as you both went with rage rather than brains and skill, you were both thinking of saving the children and getting them to safety.

‘Canary’ Jason nearly screamed as the big boss grabbed a hold of you, knocking Jason over with a hard kick.

Standing behind you with his arm around your neck, choking you a little, you reached down for his pistol that was in his holster.

‘Fuck you’ you said as you took the safety off, shooting him in the foot, punching him in the face then shooting him again.

‘Whoa’ Jason said, eyes wide under his mask as he watched you.

‘Let’s get the kids’ you said, noticeably calm and collected now.

…

GCPD arrested all the men, the Parent’s were all called and had arrived to collect their Children.

No Kid’s we’re hurt and no charges placed against either of you, considering you were both using live rounds.

‘They’re all safe, going home. All the Parent’s have expressed their deepest thanks for saving them’ Commissioner Gordon smiled at you both, you smiled back.

‘It’s no worries, as long as they’re all safe’ Jason said, nodding to a Mother who was holding her Daughter.

‘Why don’t you both take a day off tomorrow, spoil each other and relax’ Gordon laughed as you both laughed, leaving for your van to go home.

…

‘So, you can fire a gun huh? All the time we’ve been together I never knew that’ Jason said, seated in the passengers seat.

‘I didn’t want to go by our usual shit, I wanted to go in there and get them all down. I didn’t want them to get back up. If they fuck with me they get greeted by a barrel and a bullet in the fucking face’ you said, venom still coming from you as you addressed the Children abducting Mobsters.

‘Holy shit I’m hard, that is the hottest thing I’ve ever heard you say’ Jason said, staring at you.

Jason grabbed your thigh, you looked at him as he stared into your eyes.

‘Pull over y/n’ Jason whispered as he began biting at your neck.

You obliged and pulled over as Jason pulled you into the back of the van, kissing you hungrily.

‘I’m gonna fuck you’ Jason growled in your ear as he watched you strip down, him following.

You bent over as Jason spat on his hand and rubbed his manhood, sticking it in you. You called out from the pleasure.

‘You like that?’ Jason called out as he slapped your ass, picking up a pace.

The van began to rock a little but neither of you cared, Jason was going nuts inside you.

‘Ugh, Jason’ you called out as Jason went the fastest he’d ever gone, he was lost in pleasure.

‘God, baby, I wanna fill you up’ Jason yelled as he held onto your hips and slammed into you.

You held onto the back of the drivers seat headrest, Jason grunted loud as he released his seed inside you. Pouring hot and thick inside you.

‘Oh, God that was hot’ Jason panted out of breath, turning you around.

‘Your turn to get a release, my little gun shooter’ Jason smiled, going down as he took your hard member into his mouth.

‘Oh shit’ you panted as Jason began to suck on it, making sure not to only get his own.

Jason went to work as he sucked you dry, the taste of you finishing in his mouth sent him off. Jason licked all around the top and sides, swallowing it as he came up to your face, giving you a sweet kiss.

‘Let’s go home y/n’ Jason said, both of you climbing back into your seats after putting your clothes back on.

‘They say sex stops when you get married’ you chuckled as you carried on the drive back home.

…

You and Jason sat on your couch with an empty chair in front of you, coffee table between you.

Woman after woman coming into your home about fertility, surrogacy and adoption.

Since the Child snatching bust all Jason could talk about was having a child, you agreed as you want a family with him.

You didn’t know what was the best approach so you took all different options, trying to see what was best for you both.

‘I think Surrogacy is best, I want is to experience all of it. The months of growing and the birth’ Jason said, holding your hand, you nodded as you agreed.

‘Let’s do it’ you smiled, kissing him as the next woman came in to discuss the possibilities of egg and sperm insemination.

…

A few weeks had gone by and you both agreed on surrogacy, but you weren’t comfortable getting a stranger to do it.

Jason and you had both given a sperm sample while the Dr took the eggs that were donated, you sat and waited for the next step to be completed.

‘Ready?’ Jason asked you, you smiled and stood up.

Dinah was the one who offered to carry the baby, of course it wasn’t her eggs. You and Jason stood holding her hand either side as she went into the room to get the insemination done.

All it took was a small amount of time, but the days that followed were long. You had to wait up to a week before Dinah would be able to do a test, and let you know the news.

Jason was sitting with his phone, he took it everywhere waiting for news. You sat stressed out, hoping that there was good news.

Jason’s phone rang as you shot up, almost immediately as Jason answered, putting the call on loud speaker.

‘Hey Dinah, how are you?’ Jason asked, Dinah chuckled.

‘I’m fine, you guys ok?’

You and Jason were both thinking at 100mph as Dinah began to speak again.

‘So, would you like me to tell you the news now or later?’ Dinah laughed, Jason smiled softly as you laughed too.

‘No, tell us now’ you both spoke in unison, Dinah still laughing on the other side of the phone.

‘I’m pregnant’

Jason smiled the brightest you’d ever seen him before as he picked you up and spun you round, you kissed him as you wrapped your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist.

‘Congratulations you two, your both going be wonderful Fathers’ Oliver chimed into the conversation from the background.

‘Thank you so much Dinah, thank you. I love you’ you said as you nearly cried, your Aunt Cooing.

‘I love you too, you don’t need to thank me’ she said as you hung up the call.

You and Jason kissed deeply and hugged as you both couldn’t believe the news, finding out you are going to be Parents was the best thing.

…

The day of the first scan had come and you were nervous as anything, Jason was even more nervous.

Dinah walked into the clinic as she hugged you both, you both returning the hug and kissing her stomach.

Dinah sat in the room on the bed as you and your Husband sat on the seats, the Dr walked into the room.

‘All right Mrs Queen, time for your scan to see your little one. Are you too relatives?’ The Dr asked, the two of you chuckling.

‘We’re the Dad’s’ Jason replied, the Dr looking confused.

‘I’m the surrogate’ Dinah chimed in as the Dr registered.

‘I see, well let’s have a look’

As the scan began the three of you looked shocked as the Dr pointed out to all of you, there was 2 babies. Twins.

‘Shit, we’re having two’ you said, Jason sat with his eyes wide as Dinah looked pale.

‘Both healthy babies, would you like to keep the photos?’ The Dr asked, you nodded as he printed them out and handed them to you.

Jason began to tear up a little as Dinah held his hand, you kissed his head as you hugged him.

‘This is even better’ Jason cried into your shoulder.

…

The day was nearly here to greet your new additions, you felt blessed to know it was one of each. A boy and a girl, as you finished off the Nursery, Dick and Tim kept bugging you to know the names you’d both picked.

‘I’m not telling, you’ll have to wait for the day’ you laughed, Dick was pushing harder.

‘Is it Richard?’ Dick asked you, Damian scoffed as he looked over at you all.

‘Why would Todd and Lance name their Son after you of all people Grayson, if anything they would make him after me. I’m superior’ Damian expressed, you laughed.

‘True, but you guys will need to wait’ you responded as you carried on painting.

‘All jokes and annoyances aside, are you looking forward to Parenthood?’ Tim asked you, you smiled and nodded.

‘Jason more so, he came up with the names’ You smiled, Dick looking at you.

‘Which are?’ He pressed again, you just shooting him a look.

‘Fine, I’ll stop’ Dick rolled his eyes. Still smiling slightly.

Jason walked in as he carried bags for the Nursery, watching as the room was nearly complete.

‘Oh my God, Doll this looks amazing. And the shitheads are here too’ Jason joked as he hugged his Brothers.

‘You’ll have to start watching your language when the Twins are born’ you stated sternly, Jason smiled.

‘Only when they start talking’ Jason argued, you all stood in the doorway.

Only a little bit more paint work and some pictures to put up, then that was it. The Nursery would be finished.

You held Jason’s hand as you looked on while the Brother’s smiled, thinking about when the twins would be in there. In the home, safe and loved by everyone.

…

Bruce, Oliver, Selina, Dick, Tim, Barbara and Damian all sat in the living room of Wayne Manor as they waited for you, Jason and Dinah.

Alfred entered with a tray as he placed in down on the coffee table, there wasn’t much conversation as everyone was nervous, for all different reasons.

Oliver went to the door as the five of you entered, his face lit up as he saw you carrying your Son, Jason carrying your Daughter and Dinah in the middle. Smiling.

‘Uncle Oliver’ you smiled, he pulled you in for a hug as he leant down to have a look, smiling with a tear in his eye.

‘He’s beautiful, can I see his Sister?’ He asked, Jason nodded as Oliver had a look, smiling even more.

‘Perfect, absolutely perfect’ Oliver said as he gave his wife a kiss, all of you entering the Manor.

‘That’s exactly what Jason said when he saw them’ Dinah smiled, sitting down in the living room, still a little weak.

Everyone fell silent as they stared at you and noticing the new proud Dad’s holding the Twins, Bruce smiled as Selina began to choke up.

‘Everyone, we’d like you to meet Jack Wayne Todd and Josephine Barbara Todd’ Jason said, Barbara nearly cried now as she heard your Daughter’s name.

Bruce looked proud that his Grandson had his name, along with Damian.

‘Also, we would like to ask something. Dick, Tim and Selina, would the three of you do the honour of being God Parent’s?’ You followed on, the mentioned three nodded as they smiled.

‘All right, who wants who first?’ Jason asked as everyone stretched their arms out to meet the new additions.

It was day of laughter, love and tears of joy as everyone was introduced to the newest members of the family.

Everyone was involved with the children in some way, and there was no one left isolated either by name or role in their lives.

‘Jason is PaPa and I’m Dad’ you said as Tim asked how the twins will address you both, Jason smiled as he held yours and his Son.

Dinah came over as you hugged her, thanking her again for everything that she did. Her again expressing no thanks was needed, she was happy to do it and would again if asked.

…

The twins slept in the cribs as you stood in the doorway, pure love in your eyes. Jason coming up behind you as he kissed your cheek and hugged you.

Both of you watching your children as a comfortable silence filled the air, you smiled softly as Jason buried his face in your neck.

‘We can do this, the whole Parent thing, we can do it’ you said, Jason smiled as he kissed your cheek again.

‘Of course, let’s go to bed. Need to get some sleep tonight’ Jason whispered.

Jason walked across the hall to your shared bedroom, you stood in the doorway for a little longer, smiling softly as you closed the bedroom door.

Joining your Husband in bed as he wrapped you up in his arms, holding you tight.

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gamesception · 9 months

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Sception Reads Cass Cain #13

Batgirl #2 Peterson, Puckett, & Scott

Batgirl #1 established the opening status quo for this book - non-verbal Cass, her relationships with Bruce and Babs, her internal conflict over what David Cain raised her to be and the parallels between her relationships with David and Bruce, and the 'street level', no-super-villains adventures that would serve as a backdrop for the rest. That status quo would (imo sadly) only last for three and a half issues before it was significantly disrupted, and issue 3 was already leading into the first major shift. As a result this issue is the one and only stand alone adventure for Cass in her original mold, at least within her solo title, a couple of the NML appearances we looked at could also qualify. Anyway, that makes this a fairly special issue imo, slightly cheesy clickbait cover not withstanding.

I hope to God you never have to read this.

It was the ring on her finger that stopped me. Does that make any sense? It reminded me of your ring, your hand, and I felt I had to do something. Then, with the gun in my face, all I could think of was you -- not the idea of you, but you as you were -- at home, waiting for me, for the food in my hands... and I started to walk away.

I am very, very sorry, my love. Some stupid, juvenile, comic-book notion of heroism turned me around and now you have to pay the price. All I can say is that I love you, I always have, and nothing they do to me can ever change that.

John

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The issue opens on this letter from John, before showing us first hand the situation the letter described:

Some Crime Guy boss is attacking a woman in an alley while his goons chase off people passing by, and John here at first walks away, before going back with a two-by-four

The focus of this issue, the one who gets the writer's humanizing attentions, is John, not Crime Guy, and Crime Guy basically says as much here. "Do not pay attention to me, do not ask about my motives," he says to the reader, "they are so unimportant to the story being told in this issue that the writer hasn't even bothered to think of them." That's not a criticism - why waste time on something unimportant when you can just say it's unimportant flat out and move on to the stuff that matters?

He's the antagonist, but this story is not about him, which ties back to the 'no costumed criminals' thing. If this jerk were the Penguin or Two Face or Black Mask then their dramatic appearance alone would grab the reader's attention and warp the story until it was about the villain, instead of being about John.

Luckily for John, Cass happens to be nearby, and while he closes his eyes expecting the worst she takes out Crime Guy and his goons in a single panel. While we're skipping over the unimportant stuff, why waste time on a fight between Cass and these guys? Like I said last time, "Can Cass beat the bad guys in a fist fight" is almost never in doubt, and so we don't need to waste panel time on it, not compared to the couple pages of panels showing us who John is, Scott showing us his conflicted thought process as he stops and puts his bag down and turns around to help after all, etc.

Cass even grabbed his bag of groceries for him, and gives him a cute little kiss on the cheek as a 'thank you'. She spends all her time around villains, or goons, or terrified victims, or trained soldiers in Batman's war on crime. She so rarely gets to meet a normal person just standing up and trying to do the right thing.

Meeting John makes her entire night, and she's still smiling about it the next day. Look how happy she is! I love these panels. This is Cass, normal and happy and thriving, and it's from meeting, however briefly, one of the normal people she spends her nights fighting to protect. It's moments like this that thoroughly vindicate Barbara's efforts in the future to try to help Cass build a normal life outside of being Batgirl, to form connections to the community and people around her.

Unfortunately this does lead into a bit of a sour note...

Like, I get what they're going for here. As I've described in the past, they are trying to build up Cass's communication difficulties as part of this interpersonal conflict between her and Babs - their opposite skill sets and weaknesses complement each other and make them a strong team when working together, but they also can't help but see in each other the embodiment of the abilities they themselves lack, and a devaluation of the skills they've worked hard to excel at.

This panel is meant to be, like, a mix of nagging from a parent/teacher figure and gentle ribbing from a friend/sibling. You can tell it's meant that way, because that's how Cass responds to it:

But while it's meant to be playfully alluding to the start of what it meant to be a long simmering interpersonal conflict, the bitterness of the words that Peterson & Puckett put in Bab's mouth, the condescending way she says them made clear in how they're written, and the complete lack of friendliness or levity in the scowl that Scott drew onto her face, she really comes off as downright mean, effectively despising Cassandra for having a disability, and yeah, that's terrible.

Again, it's a passing moment, and you can tell that's not how it's intended based on Cass's reaction in the next panel, but yeah. With how well Cass's book handles the intricacies of her and Bruce and Davids relationships, and how well they handle Cass and Barbara most of the time, that panel is a misstep, and one that foreshadows missteps in handling the same plot thread in the future.

Anyway, something on the TV distracts Cass and pulls us out of this argument between them before it can get any more awkward.

It's Bad.

There have been a lot of failed adaptations of Superman, and failed Superman stories within the source material itself, that have come from bumping into what might at first seem like an insurmountable problem: How can you write a suspenseful story about a character as powerful as superman? He's faster than a speeding bullet, more powerful than a locomotive, able to leap tall buildings in a single bound, etc. There's never a question of whether he can beat any given supervillain in a fight, there's no suspense or tension to be found there. So how do you write a good Superman story?

The obvious answer is to not hang the suspense of the story on a physical battle with a super-villain. So instead of Lex Luthor donning a kryptonite battle suit to fight Superman directly, have him activate an earthquake machine, tearing a gaping chasm through the heart of Metropolis. What then? The Daily Planet building is about to collapse with Lois and all Clark's friends inside it, a school bus full of children is teetering on the edge of a now broken bridge, people are trapped under rubble, subway tunnels are flooding, and Lex Luthor, heedless of all the suffering he's caused, is having his goons empty out the bank vault his earthquake tore open. Can superman save everyone and catch the villain? Who does he save first? Does he prioritize the lives of his friends over others? How many people doesn't he save, and how does he cope with that afterwards? How does the weight of those he couldn't save affect his actions when he does catch Luthor?

These are questions without obvious answers, because they present the possibility of the hero failing in ways that wouldn't prevent them from returning the following month.

...

So it is with Cass. We know she's not losing any fights, so there's not really any tension to them. But can she save John?

Babs finds where Crime Guys' probably taken him.

And Cass makes her way into the foundry/fort/prison.

She finds Crime Guy, and... I mean, geeze, I know I was just talking above about how we don't know this guy and he doesn't matter and but the fucking nerve of this guy. The sheer spite that animates him. She's beaten him up once already in the past 24 hours, and here he is tossing the keys to John's cell out the window then locking them all in while Cass dives for them.

That is really a peak villain move right there. It honestly makes me wish this guy was brought back later, that he got to be an ongoing villain for Cass.

Also, I love the panel where he's throwing the keys, you can feel the panic in Cass's expression, minimal as it is. For all her body reading, she didn't expect that!

Even as badly injured as he is, John still has a sense of humor.

Over the next few pages John fades in and out of consciousness, represented by the panels around him fading to black before he wakes up and you can tell time has passed because Cass has kicked the wall out, or she's carrying him now, or he's lying on his own while she takes out guards in the background. And the whole time John is thinking about his wife, and coming to terms with the fact that he's dying. It's very sad. Like, I know he was just introduced this episode and we were set up to like him so that we'd feel sad when he dies, like it's cheap easy pathos or whatever, but still. It's sad, and kind of hard to read.

And in the end Cass fails to save him, and he gives her the letter that he wrote in the opening to take to his wife.

Which she does, and while it doesn't bring John back, it does bring Mrs. John a moment of solace.

And inspires Cass to try again at her letters. And Barbara doesn't know why, because Cass didn't have the words do tell her what happened, because her lack of language leaves her less able to communicate with the people she loves than John was able to do even after death.

...

The issue is really well done, but it's also a hell of a downer. Like, the bat books in general, particularly at the time, were pretty grim and serious, and early Cassandra, while it has moments of levity and triumph, is on the whole very somber and melancholy, to the point that it might be a bit excessive, honestly.

Reservations about the story they chose to tell aside, I really like how the story was told. Again the complete absence of blunt narration blocks, trusting Scott's artwork to convey what was happening and, critically, how the various characters felt about it. Minimizing unnecessary elements like the villains identity & motive or the various fight scenes to put the emphasis where it needed to be - on John and Cass's struggle to save him. The way John blacking out was portrayed and how it was used to skip forward in the story. The way the letter was used to tie the situation back to Cass's character and her struggles with language. How happy she was to meet John, how hard she fought to save him, how heartbreaking her failure.

In particular, the emphasis on John's humanity, his motivations, the way he thinks about his wife, the way the panels stay firmly rooted in his perspective during the ill-fated rescue attempt. He only ever existed for this one issue, but he had a stronger, more affecting, and more respectful death scene than many long established comic book characters get.

My core thesis about Cassandra Cain, about what made her character and her book work, is the focus on empathy. Cass's super power amounts to a form of empathy, her emotional struggles invite the reader's empathy, her book's storytelling style - relying less on words and more on Scott's expressive artwork - depends on that empathy to work. And, at least imo, it works particularly well in this issue.

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elvesandlanterns · 1 year

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Reacting to the DC- Verse

DC-Verse Theater

A Theater appeared in front of more than a dozen heroes. They were seemingly teleported in the middle of the day, none of their phones worked past the camera and the bats were slowly starting to tear the building apart. All of the doors were locked and none of them could open them, even with kryptonian strength.

The most concerning part was that they were all dressed as civilians.

Everyone in the room; Batman, Superman, Wonder Woman, GL Hal, Green Arrow, Flash Barry, Aquaman, Dick, Jason, Tim, Stephanie, Cassandra, Damian, Duke, Barbra, Wally, Roy, Jon, Konner and Bart.

“Well we might as well raid the concession stand,” Wally could hear the other heroes eyes roll and can’t find it in him to care. Impulse beats him to the popcorn maker and screams as he opens the cabinet.

“Bart!” There on the floor hair tangled on the edge of door of the cabinet splayed out was a girl. She wasn’t breathing. “What the fuck what the absolute fuck.” Wally had seen plenty of horrible things in his job both of them but this entire situation unsettled him completely. “Barry I think you need to see this.”

The heroes knew better to crowed a body and allowed Barry and Batman to pass freely… they still stared tho. She looked short, half of her body still stuffed into the drawer making it hard to tell. Barry reached out and flipped her over. He need to check if maybe just maybe she was breathing. Flash stopped at his colleges intake of breath. Face up everyone could see a stained patch of her black hair was white.

Jason cussed up a storm.

Before Barry could begin touch her, the body arched up and gasped loudly.

“Holy shit back up man.”

Oh she was a live. That some how left the group with more questions.

She contorted, pulling her body out of the space. She looked …normal. Short, black hair, black eyes, tawny skin scarred. She stood up and stretched.

Clark blanched, “She’s breathing.” They got a few looks, “She definitely wasn’t breathing before.”

Jason couldn’t take it, “What are you?”

She stopped mid stretch, and shrugged, “I’m a chimera.” Her grin was all teeth.

“Well then let’s get this over with.”

“Get what over with, do you perhaps know why we are here miss -?” Journalist powers go!

“Well to watch the multiverse of course! Or at least that what I assume my boss wants me to do, can’t really think of another reason you lot would be here.”

“The multiverse? What’s that…” Clark asked.

The girl stopped and stared at him, “Tugh, you can all drop the act. I know who all of you are.”

“I don’t know-“

She pointed them out, “Superman, Batman, Green Lantern, yadda yadda yadda. Come on the faster we do this the faster you get sent home.”

The heroes started spewing outrage.

Diana spoke directly to her first tho, “Who are you? What is your bosses plan?”

The raven haired girl walked up to a seat and sat down, “Like I said I’m Chimera, and my boss probably wants me to show you guys the multiverse so you guys can I dunno learn a lesson or become stronger or some bull crap like that.”

Diana nodded, “And you have that ability? The ability to just see these things?”

“ I’d be a pretty bad Watcher if I didn’t!”

“Watcher?”

“Yup it’s like my title and rank, the infinite cosmos to watch and no one to share it with. “

Diana was growing concerned sure the girl knew things she shouldn’t but-

“So no worries about me spilling any secret identities, I’m entirely constrained to this dimension.” Her voice got softer annoyed, “Trust me I’ve tried.”

Diana really didn’t like the way that sounded.

“Oh and don’t worry about your world catching on fire without you it’s on pause till you get back.” The girl said flipping the screen on her phone, that presumably worked.

The heroes all looked around at each other, were they really doing this?

Roy was done, “As intriguing as this all is what if I don’t want to? Time being paused or not I have a baby at home to feed.”

She kept on scrolling, “Funny you say that as if we have a choice.”

“We?” Diana shared a look with Clark, she really wasn’t liking how this all sounded. Did they need to save this girl?

“Yup,” she made a popping sound on the ‘p’, “We, what part of this being my job do you not understand ?”

Diana didn’t have a response ready for that.

Jon floated over to the girl and sat down in the seat next to her, ignoring his dads whispers (and Damian’s yells) not to approach.

“What are you doing?”

“Looking at our options.”

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