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itshype · 1 year

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Please don’t pet me! I am working! (DC x DP)

The Service Animal Cujo notfic that I, personally requested but just like my extremely cringe Batman x Witcher fic, I have to do everything myself. I wrote this but held off during DC x DP week because I’m not participating in that. If I keep writing these, I’ll have to make a masterpost or probably whack them up on Ao3 for archive purposes at some point but for now: Here is the Space Obsessed Danny story and Here is the Kingmaker Danny story! CW for mention of panic attacks in this one!

So! Let’s get going. Danny died. He can’t stop thinking it. He was dead. He’s walking and talking now but he knows deep in his soul that everything’s different now. He was dead and somehow nothing has changed? He feels like something of his journey to hell itself should be visible in his skin – something more than the small exit scar on his left foot. Another dimension was opened through his body and his hairstyle didn’t even shift?

Sam and Tucker are just as freaked out as he is, but they aren’t nearly as frightened. The ghost powers and Halfa stigma won’t come until later, but right now Danny is having difficulty even considering the possibility of leaving the house. With Danny in such bad condition emotionally, there’s no way to cover up what happened, and Jazz takes them all to the hospital.

Now, I know in a lot of fanfics Danny has weird physiology even in human form (lower body temp, slower pulse etc) but I don’t remember any of that being canon so I’m ignoring it. And if it is canon then I am exercising my right to debone the original show like a small chicken and use it to make a flavourful stock.

So, Danny checks out with the doctors except for a weirdly tiny burn but he is having like 5 concurrent panic attacks about everything from “there’s nothing after we die”, “The electricity cooked me”, “Life has no meaning”, maybe even throw in a fun “I came back wrong”.

Hell, maybe he does have weirdly low vitals, but the rapid pulse is countering his slow heartbeat and decreased blood pressure etc. Up to you!

Danny probably ends up being sedated if he can’t calm down but by then there is a different issue. The doctors Fenton have arrived. Now, I think it’s no stretch of the imagination to say that under the wrong circumstances they would dissect Phantom if they got their hands on him but also I know they somewhat care for their children and canon has shown more than once that under good circumstances that they could accept Danny.

When his ghost sense goes off for the first time it’s pretty obvious. He’s in a hospital and instead of a tiny little whisp of silver breath; it’s like a fogbank creeping along a moor, its sea mist rolling in from the horizon of his mouth and whiting out his private hospital room. No one can see two meters in front of their own face, and it takes over a minute to fade. Sam screams out for Danny and tries to grab his hand where she knows it was but can no longer see. Tucker starts at the sound and drops his device, screeching gratingly at the clattering plastic of his PDA hitting linoleum, hard.

When the mist finally evaporates, the Fentons want to take him home immediately and run tests. They think the ghostly influence is ‘obvious’ but the 68-year-old nurse, Beatrice stands like a 5-foot-nothing wall of solid rock and won’t let them touch him. Jazz also angles herself between her parents and the door so if they did somehow manage to get their hands on Danny, they wouldn’t be able to leave without steamrolling her. Then the heartrate monitor goes wild as Danny panics about being a guinea pig for his parents’ less-than-lukewarm lab safety practices and they back off without further interruptions.

That’s the point when it hits them that everything that has happened to Danny is their fault. His accident was because of them, he’s melting down because of them, both of their children genuinely believe that they will hurt Danny just because he’s having weird ghostly side effects to almost dying in a ghost portal. One they built.

It’s a few hours later when they breach the subject of going home, of at the very least making a decision about school even if that decision is to formally take a leave of absence. Sam and Tucker’s parents had made them go home and he’s a lot calmer now but at this stage, his weird ghost powers are causing problems. It seems to the orderlies and nurses that his anxiety is getting worse because he’s turning intangible through cups and cutlery – making it look like he’s shaking so hard he can’t even hold a single cup, and is flat out refusing to eat.

Even though it’s been less than a day it looks like Danny’s shock is just getting worse. He phases through his bed right as Beatrice and his parents walk through and they think he’s hiding under there out of fear. He tries to explain, confused, and disoriented and deep in denial. Jazz shuts him up. She doesn’t know completely what’s going on, but she knows enough, and she isn’t letting 12 hours of changed behaviour force her to blindly trust her parents.

Beatrice is most concerned. It hasn’t been very long but there’s no reasonable cause for his steep and steady decline. No reason outside of something-something-ghosts.

That’s when the first few pamphlets come out about therapy animals. They require some time to be trained and the middle of nowhere Amity Park doesn’t exactly have a pool to choose from, but it’s okay to adopt a younger animal and train it themselves.

Danny looks at the pictures of the fluffy bunnies and alert-eared dogs with big, glistening eyes. Then puts them down. There’s no way an animal would be safe in his house.

That’s when the ghosts attack. Danny isn’t the only spectre with a ghost sense and these ghosts are less human due to a lack of ectoplasm. Obviously, the silver fog reappears, and, in his terror, Danny drops to the next floor of the hospital, glitching through his bed and the floor underneath it. He crashes painfully in the middle of the gift shop.

His parents reach the conclusion that due to his extreme ectoplasm contamination; he’s developed a serious allergy to ectoplasmic weaponry, including things like ectoblasts that ghosts have naturally. They’re not…the wrongest that they could be. Unfortunately, they decide that Evil Ghosts TM can sense this weakness and are trying to kill their poor baby boy. Everyone else is freaking out about ghosts being visibly proven but the Fentons knew ghosts were real with zero doubts so they’re rolling with it.

Now, due to the knowledge that he died, Danny is having difficulty worrying about other things like catching up with schoolwork, his weird new allergies/powers or even Dash.

BTW KUDOS to anyone still reading, I know this part was really long, but I really felt like I couldn’t just flim flam over the details of why Danny would need an emotional support/service animal even if it’s fictional.

First day back at school, the Lunch Lady attacks. Danny barely eeks out a win just like in canon.

His parents decide that this is because of the allergies and the ghosts being able to sense Danny’s weakness as I said above. And they take it upon themselves to root out the problem at its source, to find all the ghosts who could hurt their son and imprison them, partly for Danny’s safety and partly for study. Not even they are sure where the divide is between their two loyalties.

So, they look to their now-functioning portal.

Unfortunately, they were massively underprepared, and they don’t come back.

Jazz sees the locked lab door and leaves them to it, making dinner and making sure Danny knows she wants him to be at school.

He doesn’t go, she lets him not go.

Two days later the boredom is worse than his fear. He goes to school. Danny, Sam and Tucker enter like a single unit. Dash tries some shit and either:

Jazz emerges and smacks his head hard enough he loses vision for several seconds – long enough for her to knee him hard enough to put the continuance of the Baxter lineage into question.

Danny starts panicking again. The teachers always want to side with Dash but him openly attacking a kid who was just in the hospital who doesn’t even lift a finger in defence of himself is beyond the limits of any sane adult’s “boys will be boys”.

Doesn’t really matter, the point is that he’s not looking to fuck around any time soon now that he’s already found out. But he did in fact attack Danny.

Danny goes home. His first attempt at school following his death has failed.

Tucker, separately, goes to a garage sale to buy old electronics to use in his PDA upgrades. He buys a boxful of weird lab equipment that definitely has a microchip or two. When he opens it at Danny’s house as an effort to distract him, a small pink teddy falls out. No one notices it bounce beneath the sofa. Sam or Jazz brings up the support animal idea again but is reminded of the whole “our house is a toxic waste site” thing and backs off.

Weeks pass, Danny develops his ghost powers and Jazz realises their parents are actually missing. She submits a missing person report mentioning the switched-on portal – the lab door was locked from the inside.

So, when Danny wakes up one day and there’s a glowing green dog already with a collar and a toy he thinks “ah yes, a dog that my sibling has procured for me as we discussed many times to help me cope with my own mortality, the near-constant ghost attacks and my parents who vanished.”

So, he puts a leash on Cujo who is happily chewing on his little pink teddy and takes him off to school while Jazz is using her first free period to go bother the local cops about their parents. (Why haven’t they been taken in by child protective services? Either:

Because I said so

Jazz is 18

Jazz used her improbable psychology powers to bamboozle the social worker into leaving)

Everyone at school loves Cujo. He gets all the love and does a very good job of dragging Danny away from ghost attacks (so he can fight them!!)

Jazz doesn’t find out about Cujo until the afternoon but probably lets the whole thing lie because it’s a great solution.

This could go on for some time. Both Danny and Phantom have Cujo but as Phantom Cujo stays in his big form so there’s no connection made. Canon mostly proceeds as normal except the parents aren’t there and there’s no huge issue with Valerie.

Realistically, a fair few high schoolers are probably also on the hunt for a pet ghost dog because if Danny and Danny both have one there must be heaps going around. Danny is also worried about his parents and periodically looks for them but that isn’t the focus of this story so I won’t go into a lot of detail – just clarifying that he’s not a sociopath who finds out his parents are missing and goes “oh ok”.

This could be its own story but let’s get to the DC part now!!

Eventually the Justice League connects the two calls, one about the ghost dog and one about the parents disappearing through a portal. Maybe Valerie complains, or even fanon favourite Wes contacts the authorities about the ghost dog with no official training or certification. Either way the JLA algorithm picks up these two very strange claims from one town and send someone to investigate.

But I mean, parents vanishing from a locked room and a green dog aren’t exactly world ending stuff, so instead of sending an actual busy superhero they send one of the kid heroes.

Now a lot of people will go ahead and put Damian into this. But I don’t really care for him in a dynamic with Danny. But I have another vigilante in mind, one who is less animal crazy, but more dog focused and also has issues with being seen as an actual person.

That's right, it's Conner Kent. And his faithful alien dog Krypto. I've seen a few fics where Danny adopts him, but you know what other family member should think you're an actual person? Your significant other. This could totally be a friendship thing no problem, but I do feel like some versions of canon Connor Kent would get on great with Danny.

Without the looming, repeated threat of vivisection, I think Danny would be a lot more chill about his secret identity and would probably disclose Cujo’s origins to Superboy. Once Connor knows about Cujo (Phantom’s dog) being able to shrink, he can see Danny with the dog once and connect all the necessary dots. Because I stand by the fact that the main reason Danny’s secret ID isn’t discovered more is because there’s no reason for a dead person to have a secret identity but once the concept is introduced then it’s pretty simple. Connor can hang out with Phantom while Phantom does ghost fights because the Kryptonian can’t really contribute but he’s there for moral support.

Eventually, Danny reveals to Connor that he himself was cloned before and talks excitedly about his clone who he considers a cousin. I definitely think without the parents there that Dani would visit more even if she has an obsession with travel, wanderlust or freedom that prevents her from permanently moving in.

This knowledge makes him very upset about how he was treated by his genetic donors, and Connor decides to move in with the Fenton siblings (without really asking the Fenton siblings) and decides that he’ll commute to the watchtower/titans tower/mount justice (depending on which version of canon he’s in sorry I can’t be bothered to figure it out).

Unfortunately, on top of not asking the Fentons, he doesn’t notify or ask anyone in the caped community. So as far as any of them are concerned, Connor went on a minor mission to investigate some missing people and is now himself missing.

Just as a caveat because I don’t feel like getting into an argument today, I used the terms both “service animal” and “emotional support animal” even though in most countries these are not interchangeable legal definitions. I use it in a non-legal way here because emotionally helping Danny – especially when that emotional stress causes physical damage is a service, and also there is the potential for Cujo to help Danny in other physical ways.

Also, there is definitely room here for Dani being buds with Match. I think that'd be neat.

If I could draw, I would make art of Cujo and Krypto being besties but I cannot so just picture it for two seconds. Done? Great, thanks!

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keenzinemugstudent · 1 year

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Superman x witch fem black reader x Superboy! Our future? Part 1!

You come back from a mission only to meet a boy who claims to be your son?!

After your mission with Flash which was an epic win! After going back in time to help stop an ancient Egyptian pharaoh from destroying world you just wanted to turn in your report go home and watch TV and rest but life had another plan for you today!

"When you use that spell on that other guy and had him hallucinating that he was fighting in his underwear was absolutely hilarious Y/H/N! (Your Hero Name)

"Right? Like he didn't see that coming! I do feel bad for the poor guy tho." We entered the Batcave as we got closer we could hear three people talking I saw Batman and Superman an unfamiliar face. It was a boy well more like a teenager he had blue jeans, black combat boots with a black shirt when he turned around I can see the Superman symbol and for some reason you had this pull towards him and he looked strangely familiar?

"Hey guy's! We're back it took a while you know with the whole space-time thing but we're fine, we made it got the job done so uh who's the new guy new face looks pretty young to join the Justice League don't you think?" Flash says. Superman looked at me I gave him a small wave to say hello but he just gave an awkward smile looking pass you. It was weird he usually doesn't do that, something must have happened you turned your attention back to the teenager who was looking at you with his eyes glossing over like he was close to crying?

"Since when do we allow fans into the batcave?" I asked hands on my hips I had got a good look at his face better and to your surprise he looked kind of like Clark? Before you could say anything the boy ran towards you with such speed nearly knocked you over he pulled you into a big bear hug almost like he was too scared to let you go everyone just stood watching the scene Bruce stood with a blank face, Superman stood there with an uneasy look while Flash was just as confused as you were with what was going on.

"Your here! I made it just in time!" The boy says into your shoulder you honestly didn't know what the heck was going on but something in you felt a connection to this unknown boy. You hug him back rubbing his back he pulled back flustered.

"Uh hi?" I say with a confused smile.

"H-hi! I mean I'm sorry for uh hugging you I just got really excited!" The boy said with a nervous smile geez even his smile is like Clark's!

"That's fine hon just uh be careful next time you wanna hug someone. You nearly knocked me off my feet!" You say hitting his shoulder. He smiled but was still flustered, you got a better look he was definitely a spitting image of Clark but only a tad bit kid had some muscle on him that's for sure but what really caught your attention was his eye's they were Y/E/C (your eye color)you put a hand on his cheek making him flinch a bit from your warm touch.

"That's funny your eyes..." Before you could finish Flash cut you off sliding over next to you and the kid.

"Can someone explain what and who this boy is please?" Flash says looking the kid up and down, Batman looked towards Superman who looked back shaking his head Batman looked towards the boy who looked back nodding than turned at you nervous.

"Um so first I'm really happy to meet you and second please don't freak out when I tell you this but I'm Kon-el."

"Oh so you are Kryptonian! Another cousin you failed to tell us about Superman?" I asked jokingly but he just looked at you awkwardly with a tiny blush, okay what the heck is wrong with him? You just turned your attention back to the young man.

"Well it's very nice to meet you Kon-el the minute I saw you I knew you were somehow related to Superman. You are just as handsome as the man of steel himself!" You say with a smile he blushed at your words while Superman also looked flustered by you calling him handsome.

"Thanks...mom."

I froze the smile on my face slowly dropping I heard Flash gasped while Bruce and Clark stared at your face waiting for reaction the boy looked at you with a bit of concern but the only thing you could do was just stand in shock looking between the boy and Superman who was still waiting for your reaction but you let out a simple small confused "Huh?" before everything went black.

Clark's POV

Before anyone else could react Y/n eyes rolled in the back of her head luckily I had caught her in time. Conner I mean Superboy started to panic kneeling to the ground along side me.

"I-i'm sorry it just slipped out!" I just gave him a small understandable look.

"It's fine Superboy she's okay just in shock."

Not that you blame her I nearly had the same reaction I was in metropolis when Bruce had gave me the call saying that it was urgent I rushed over only to find Batman holding a teenage boy at gun point (it was a kryptonite gun) at first I was confused and concerned until Batman told me that the boy claimed to be mine and Y/H/N son which of course was hard to believe because I was in a relationship with Lois even though we've been having issues and Y/n had no interest in dating (at least that's what I was told by Diana) and we were only close friends nothing more nothing less. At least that's what I thought until the boy in front of me claimed to be our child and he needed the Justice League's help. Of course me and Bruce had doubts but I could see that he did resembled me a bit only he didn't have my blue eyes but had Y/E/C (your eye color) that's when the boy who called himself Superboy told Bruce to look in his back jean pocket and that there was a picture to prove it of course Batman did in to our surprise it was a picture of me and Y/n who was laying in a hospital bed, a beautiful but tired smile on her face and was holding a newborn baby, at the bottom of the photo it read "Welcome to the world our little miracle child Connor Kent" I had to hold on to something because I felt faint, Bruce held my shoulder trying to help me stand on my feet.

I had a son? the son of Superman and Y/H/N...we had a son?!

it just it sounded so...right??? I shouldn't be saying or thinking such things because I'm in a relationship with Lois but recently we've been having issues especially about how she feels about Y/n which just make this whole situation worse!

Just as Connor was trying to explain how he got here that was when Barry and Y/n entered the cave back from their mission, which brings us back to the present with me holding Y/h/n in my arms and Connor looking very concerned for his future mother.

"She did say she was tired after using so much magic and the shock of meeting Superboy I guess was too much for her body." Barry says arms crossed, I picked Y/n up bridal style then turn to looked at Bruce.

"I'll take care of this you call the other's." I say before walking out with Conner not far behind. Today has been tiring for everyone.

To be continued this and AU where Conner isn't a Clone between Lex and Clark but you and Superman's son idea I had while working 🤷‍♀️

Here part 2!

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xxgoblin-dumplingxx · 11 months

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Can we see arranged!verse meeting batman for the first time?

There was one thing about being married you rather enjoyed. And that was being able to go where you wanted without a chaperone... presumably so long as you didn't abuse it.

Bruce didn't seem to care if you stayed at home at night or not. He really didn't even seem to notice you at all unless there was someone else in the room... You supposed it was better than being monitored constantly. But that didn't mean you weren't lonely.

At least at home. Being out was better. Even if the rain wouldn't stop and the constant drizzle played havoc with your hair. There was some comfort in the noise. In everyone knowing your name... wanting to talk to you. To know you. Girls- women now that had mocked you and been mean to you in school wanted to be your friend. Wanted to be invited to your parties. It was incredible- and overwhelming.

So for a moment, you escaped to the rooftop. Taking a moment to light a cigarette and just watch the city. Cars like ants trail over the streets, following each other to destinations unknown.

You exhale a cloud of smoke and sigh. You should go home. You have an interview to give and you need to write a few letters- but. God it's like rattling around in a tomb.

"Those things will kill you-"

The deep gravelly voice makes you jump and you wheel around, alarmed- and then relieved when it's the Batman instead of a reporter.

"Maybe," you acknowledge, putting it out anyway. "Gonna snitch me out?"

"Not if you tell me what I want to know," he said keeping his distance. You weren't a suspect. So far as he could tell you didn't do anything wrong. But- every crime boss in the city knew you. And had dealings with your father... For now, you might be the safest woman in Gotham. They had a vested interest in keeping you alive. Assuming that your father was working with Bruce Wayne.

"It depends on what you need to know," you tell him honestly. "My father is... old school. Wives and daughters are meant to be seen and not heard-"

"But you have eyes and ears," he snapped, stepping forward. You had to know something.

"I might," you sigh, taking a shaking breath. "But I doubt it. Father is good at keeping us in the dark."

"What do they want with Bruce Wayne?"

"I don't know. I only know they want- well. I'm disappointing them."

"Why?" he growled. Annoyed. Wondering why you weren't afraid of him.

"Because he doesn't- I mean. He doesn't really... want me."

Bruce stepped forward. Making sure he was towering over you, "Why do you think that is?" Bruce challenged, gratified when you rocked back to put some space between you. Weak. You'd been wrapped in cotton wool your whole life. It would be easy to get you to break.

"I don't know," you say softly, wrapping your arms around yourself. "All I know is that if I can't get him to... soon. Well. My father is going to take matters into his own hands and... I don't want to. I can't- I don't know how to- I." You stop, biting your lip and looking away. Feeling stupid. But when a gloved hand tilted your chin up to make you look at him, you shiver. And you don't know if you're afraid or something else.

#bruce wayne #bruce wayne x reader #ask answered #minors dni #reader insert #arranged!verse 2.0

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samgirl98 · 10 months

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Mending a Family 10/?

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Jason finds out shocking news about his family, and Bruce is an idiot who can't admit he just misses his son.

Jason smiled as he pushed Danny on the swing. Lian was laughing beside them. Jason turned toward Roy and grinned at the man as both children’s peals of laughter echoed around them. (Jason had built a swing set, so Danny had something to play with. Next would be a slide.) Raven was talking to Jazz and rocking Ellie. Raven had seemed to become attached to the kids quickly. It helped that they weren’t fully human like her.

Plus, it must be nice for Jazz to have another girl to speak to.

Jason was so glad that Raven had suggested she cloak Jason and his small family so that she and Roy could come to visit. The Bats were still looking for Jason. According to Roy, Batman and Nightwing were going crazy trying to find leads on Jason.

He didn’t know how to feel about that.

A part of Jason hoped that his old family missed him, but a bigger part of him knew that they were only looking for Jason to keep an eye on him in case Jason went insane again. Jason knew their worries were justified.

It wouldn’t happen, though, not with the family that Jason had built. He couldn’t risk losing Danny and, to the same extent, Jazz and Ellie. He had already gotten attached to the sweet baby girl, and Jazz was nice to talk to.

She almost reminded him of Barbara. Barbara, the only person from his past who talked to him occasionally, was the only one who checked on him and ensured he was fine. She sometimes talked to him during patrols, making those nights less lonely.

Jason was brought back to the present at Danny’s and Lian’s giggling.

“Uncle Jay, Uncle Jay, tell Danny I’m your favorite niece.”

“Nuh-uh, Ellie is his favorite niece.”

“Guys, guys, no fighting. Besides, I love my two nieces equally.”

Roy started fidgeting beside him while Lian looked at him, confused. Raven had a strange look on her face. Before he could ask what happened for them to start acting weird, Lian said, “What about Mar’i? Don’t you love her, too?”

Jason looked at Raven and then Roy.

“Who the hell is Mar’i?”

“Jay,” Roy asked cautiously, “Didn’t you know?”

“Know what?”

Roy sucked in his breath, “Mar’i is Kory’s and Dick’s daughter.”

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Bruce couldn’t believe what Alfred was saying.

“So, you find out my son is alive, have proof, it takes you a few days to tell me, and then you say I shouldn’t look for him?”

“That’s exactly what I did and am saying, Master Bruce. The boy wants to be left alone; I think we should give him his space and let him come back to us when he feels like it.”

“What if the Pits take over, and he goes on a killing spree? What if he gets in trouble? Injured or, God forbid, what if he gets killed?” Again.

“What if—what if he never comes home?”

“Master Jason has suffered enough. If he felt the need to leave home, we should honor that. Besides, he came home once. He’ll do it again. We have to give him his space, Bruce.”

Bruce stared out the window from his office. A part of him wishes he could’ve reconnected with Jason sooner.

Would he have left if Bruce had extended an olive branch?

No, it was too late to think about ‘what ifs’ now. He had to find his son and bring him home. It’s the only way he can keep the world and Jason safe. Bruce had a better handle in Gotham than anywhere else in the world. He would bring Jason back and ensure his boy was again protected by his cape.

He had to. There was no other choice.

Special thanks to rpglady76 for suggesting that Raven cloak Jason and his family. I was wracking my brain trying to figure out how Roy and Raven would be able to visit Jason and had completely forgotten Raven knows magic. I also want to thank Breesperez139 for suggesting I put in Mar'i so I can have even more angst.

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faytelumos · 1 year

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Bestie when you have the energy, we need to discuss established bruharvey where Bruce, even if he's like the richest mf in the world, is widely known to be two-face's sugar baby

The funny thing is, they're still enemies in the field? But at home? Bruce tends to Harvey's mild wounds and listens to his complaining abt batman like. Yes honey he is a menace and yes I do know you could've taken him and no I won't leave you for him i promise

And as Batman AND bruce, our boy has to save his ass everytime. Imagine kidnapping Harvey and his kept man husband wipes the floor with you bc you interrupted family night sjsjsjs

Okay, okay, okay, so several thoughts:

Two-Face is a crime lord, and Harvey is smart as hell. Together, they'll make a formidable empire within and outside of Gotham.

With all of the different types of cash flow Two-Face has set up and the grade-A hierarchy he undoubtedly set up to keep things running in his absence, Two-Face is going to be very rich. More than rich enough to have a sugar baby pre-loaded with SpoiledRotten.exe

Is it icky for Bruce to accept gifts from blood money? Probably. Does he love Harvey and ache for the feeling of being taken care of to contrast the constant and obsessive impulse to be in control of a situation?

Yes.

I think you're absolutely right and Bruce and Harvey knows each other much, much better than they know a lot of other people. There's a level of intimacy in their kind of long-lasting relationship (regardless of the nature of that relationship at any given time) that is simply so rare. They're entangled, and it reaches so far back for both of them.

[Idea: Bruce and Harvey are reincarnated together again and again.]

I'm a firm believer that Bruce is a sub because he is constantly holding onto absolutely every string and situation he can find and it is exhausting to live like that. In his best and most relaxed frame of mind he wants someone to take care of him, and I think Two-Face specifically would jump at the chance.

Maybe this is just me projecting or whatever, but I think Two-Face is confused by the way of the world. No situation is ever certain, you can never be sure of an outcome given all of the wild variables of life, and it's scary. He wants things to get done, he needs things to happen, and even when you're following the systems and the rules and the paths that shit is supposed to get better through, nothing! Works! Out!

But Bruce…. Bruce is constant. Bruce is there always, in one way or another. Even when he's so mad, even when Two-Face has fucked up royally, Bruce is still there. And Two-Face isn't sure of a whole lot, but he sure that he wants Bruce to be good and safe.

Two-Face would love to take care of Bruce because even if he messes up (which he won't because Bruce is precious and he's going to take good care of him), Bruce will always give him another chance. Two-Face is just trying to do the best he can and Bruce always knows that and Two-Face wants to pay him back for that faith, for that loyalty, for keeping him sane in this disgusting mess of a world.

So Bruce the Sugar Baby is something that both of them would gravitate towards.

Two-Face and Bruce is borderline domestic; Two-Face is sharp lines and rough edges and hands that hold too hard, but he wants to be soft for Bruce. And it works because Bruce doesn't always know what soft is, and Two-Face is so deliberate and mindful that it feels the same.

But it can be very different when Two-Face and Batman are in the room together.

Batman doesn't want to be taken care of and he can't give up control of a situation. It may seem petty, but Two-Face hates dealing with Bruce with that stupid cowl on his face because he is just the worst.

I don't think Two-Face and Batman get along nearly as well because they're both in their dominant head-spaces. Two-Face is trying to control the situation to protect Harvey, and Batman is trying to control the situation to protect Gotham, and because of the difference of scope of these goals, they butt heads.

However!

When people Bruce loves are in trouble, he goes a little feral. Gotham fades in the background, and he'll do whatever it takes to get his people out.

And Two-Face, I can imagine, is a little tickled by this.

Like, no, he doesn't need Bats' help, thank you very much. He doesn't need to be rescued, he's perfectly capable, he could have gotten out of it himself. But damn does he look good clearing the room. He'll let himself get snatched up (as long as there's no real danger to Harv) to get a nice view of that action.

Yes, Bats, he could have gotten out of those binds at any time. No, he will not be repeating this position later in the privacy of their own home.

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#TwoBats #BruHarvey #Bruce Wayne #Harvey Dent #Two Face #can I ax you something?#this is SO LONG #I hope this displays correctly my page is being buggy on mobile #thank you for coming to my TED Talk #sorry I took like an hour break in between writing this and I hope you can't tell #I hope this feeds you well bestie

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rae-raewrites · 9 months

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Hi! First off I love you're writing your very talented! And second how do you think the riddlers would react to finding out they have a teenage daughter they never knew about (how inherited there smarts and sass)and something happened to the mom so they have nowhere to go so they track him down.

Oh geez it’s dad angst time😂 this is just a bunch of boys dealing with the younger versions of themselves. Also sorry this took so long anon!

The riddlers finding out they have a teenage daughter

Warning:mentions of death

Arkham

It was out of pure annoyance when he actually answers the phone after 13 missed calls from Jonathan crane.

So when Jon casually invites him over saying he needs talk to him he’s even more miffed. And then he finds this kid having tea with the dr, who the hell was she-?

“Ah Edward so nice of you to join us,this wonderful young lady has been trying to find some way to reach you.”

The her in question was a rather well put together 16 year old girl who was like a mirror of his younger years. She certainly had his eyes. Eleanor,her name was Eleanor

He’s not stupid and he puts two together quite easily.

Mom gone to cancer,the youngster was left in Gotham to survive on her own with only the understanding that he was her father. Her mother had apparently kept his tie from the fateful evening.

Apart of him him tells himself to just not bother with her,the other stronger side tells him not to be his father

Things are tense at first with moving in. He’s never really shared a space before with anyone so he’s avoidant at first. Not thinking she’s going to be much help with his projects

He is completely surprised when he finds out she knows her way around electronics

But then he realizes the kid has his photographic memory. And his sass……

“When was the last time you took a shower?” “Please explain to me a how a shower will improve any of my plans.” “Simple: you’ll stop me from dying from gross sewer dad smell.”

It irritates the hell out of him but when she start’s jabbing at the other rouges he’s a proud man.

They bond over getting work done,so much time lost yet there making up for it real quick

She created a rather wacky Rubik’s cube that left Batman puzzled for at least two days

Of course he got a kick out of taunting the dork knight while also genuinely being proud of his daughter

It’s hard to get used to hearing the word “dad” in relation to him but it’s a title he “humbly” accepts in the end

BTAS

He received a knock on his door one extremely sunny morning

Gina found him after his “reformation” and partnership with wacko toys was announced to the public. It wasn’t hard tracking down a man in the spotlight

Edward is of course absolutely stunned by the realization.

To his understanding the girl from metropolis knew the basics of his criminal career. The off traps and puzzles were something well known outside of the city.

He feels out of obligation to take her in,I mean he’s a villain but not a monster. Kid gets say down with some hot coco

Of course when he is brought back to Arkham the poor kid is quick to go and visit him and calm him down as well as work on a way to get him out

He’s rather surprised when he get broken out by jervis and Jonathan and they have him a letter from his prodigy with little xoxo’s and detailed escape plans

When he does get home he pretty much is dead set on teaching her everything he possibly can,how he got the virtual reality set up to work,his more simple traps

Of course just like her dear old dad she’s quick to design some of her own.

“A nothing machine that actually does something……. Out of the box but I adore the ingenuity.” “At least it’s more safe than the vr incident”

BTAA

It was another day of Eddie not being able to figure something out using the box method,unfortunately sticking two nuclear bombs and a tricycle and an old Macintosh in the box just wasn’t cutting it that day.

Cue Tuesday getting a phone call from Miss autumn at the behest of scarecrow

“Hey Eddie do you have any kids you forgot to tell me about?? “No….why?” “Oh geez”

He’s basically the surprised pikachu face meme when he meets Tina,kid was smart enough to get the drug king pin of Gotham to listen to her.

She looks so much like him!!

Of course he’s still skeptical! I mean any kid can just say there his! (But still!)

That completely disappears when the kid creates her own gizmos that rival her fathers

Of course rivaling his intellect means also rivaling his ability sass and make fun of everyone else

“A toaster with a tv screen?” “I know,I know not my best work.” “Well duh coulda thrown it in Gotham harbor and it would be more useful.”

Of course him and her quickly put their collective mind brains together and craft some rather complex new plans

Tuesday is totally chill with her around especially considering she’s able to chill him out when he’s suffering from writers block

Really Edward just got another child on top of already having miss Tuesday. He loves his two daughters from their two different origins

Zero year

Moira visited his cell at Arkham shortly after his defeat at zero year

He was already not in the mood for visitors until the determined teen calls him an idiot in a lime colored pimp suit

Hey! He doesn’t need some red headed brat coming in to his cell like she owns the place!

Oh wait…….

Let’s just say that he smartens up real quick to what’s going on.

Initially wants to tell the kid to bug off,he’s got a criminal career to succeed in but she’s quick to point out he doesn’t have anything right now

So they come to an agreement: get him outta there and he’ll maybe let her crash with him for awhile

So color him surprised when she gets him out safe with minimal bruising

Hell she’s pretty damm smart he has to admit,she certainly didn’t get it from her mother

He does ask eventually what became of his ex,a car crash left the poor kid with barely much. He was kinda her best and only option go figure

He’s snarky with the kid for awhile,of course she’s very quick to throw it right back at him

But they quickly start to getting together quite well especially when they DO get into a fight and quickly realize how stupid it was to begin with

I mean c’mon,kid could probably rule Gotham in less than a week. She’s not someone he wants to scorn

She’s a pretty smart kid he guesses (he totally loves her he’s just got an ego)

#batman #x reader #batman rouges #headcanon #the riddler #arkhamverse #asks #arkham riddler #batman arkham series #batman the audio adventures #batman the animated series #zero year riddler

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the-courtsjester · 2 months

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Can you do Jean, Lisa, and anyone else you want asking out a male reader?

Greetings Ladies and gentlemen and things. Welcome to some more headcanons for Jean, Lisa, Herta, and the first non Genshin or Star Rail character Harley Quinn! I've been playing Suicide Squad: Kills the Justice League recently with some friends, it's not a bad game I find it fun

Jean, Lisa, Herta, and Harley Quinn asking Male Reader out

Jean:

Jean, being the Acting Grandmaster of the Knights of Favonius doesn't leave time for much time for ones self, but if she dose get a day off she'll spend that time with you seeing as how you're one of her best friends.

She has had feelings for you for awhile wanting to be the one that will protect you forever, but she's never found the right opportunity to show them.

But she decided to ask you out on her day off, she'd walk up to you all smooth like, actually she was as stiff as a bored, she would ask you out on a date early in the day and when you agree she'd be squealing on the inside.

She didn't come up with much for the date, most likely just going to Good Hunter and taking a stroll around Mondstadt before heading to big tree in Windrise.

All in all though she'll enjoy the day with you no matter what happens, and definitely planning more now that you're both together.

Lisa:

She spends most her day doing nothing besides keeping the library clean, reading, and the occasional talk about the books that need to be returned, so when she was bored on a slow day she had the perfect idea.

She strolled by your home and asked you out to a date, once it had hit the time you both agreed on she took you out to a nice spot on a hill to enjoy a picnic date.

Lisa's flirting gets turned up a by ten and if that doesn't get you flustered she'll keep increasing it, calling you cutie and darling and everything under the sun.

After you two are back in Mondstadt she'll have you both snuggle together somewhere comfy and you'll read a book together, seems a bit much on a first date but this is Lisa.

Herta:

Herta isn't the type to ask someone out on a date, she was most likely the one asked out and for some reason she agreed, but she wouldn't do a normal date of going somewhere she'll bring you to her room and do something there together.

She probably sits on your lap during the date and probably has some of her puppets hug you from either side as well, she definitely leans on you as she sits in your lap and you definitely rest your head on her head, it's only fair.

As she does whatever she's doing during the date, she shows it off to you and talks about what it does, do you understand it? Probably not, does she care? Not really, she's just happy that you'll listen to her speak nonsense.

If, and I mean if, you can get Herta to go on a somewhat normal date of going somewhere, you get to bring a couple of her puppets, but being on the Space Station means there's not much to do, but lucky for you she'll use the Simulated Universe to spend some quality time together watching stars and doing nothing.

After the date is done Herta will have a puppet follow you around to make sure you're safe and fine, you've become one of the few things she's attached to now and won't let go.

Harley Quinn:

Harleen Quinzel A.K.A Harley Quinn, the clown princesses of crime, my love you knew her from Arkham seeing as how you got tossed in by the Bat as well, but story for another time she met you a couple times in there and said something along the lines of, "when we get out of here I'm taking you on a date" ...so she broke you out of there immediately afterwards.

Her date with you consisted of robbing banks, blowing shit up, and other various crimes, she steals all sorts of things for you wither it be a pokemon card to a diamond she doesn't care so long as it makes happy.

Soon though Batman shows up and puts a stop to her crime date with you, and you both get tossed back in Arkham, you would assume she'd stop there but this is Harley Quinn we're talking about, she's going to try and break out again with you but to much less success.

So she decided to continue the date in Arkham and just watch people beat the shit out of each other, it's a favorite pastime of hers besides letting the blood rush to her head, she'll also take you to eat in the cafeteria seeing as you didn't get to enjoy food outside of Arkham.

But once the day is finally over and you both are back in your cells she somehow managed to slip notes into your roomtalking about how much fun she had, she also said in the notes that she's excited to do it again sometime, so hope you look forward to breaking out every other day.

Finally it's done jesus christ, Jean felt so awkward to write for and I don't know why, but felt great to write for Harley Quinn seeing as she's one of my favorite characters, she was also my first none Genshin or Star Rail character glad it was her.

And scene...

#genshin impact #honkai star rail #headcanon #the courtsjester #x male reader #herta #lisa genshin impact #jean genshin impact #harley quinn

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havendance · 11 months

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Finally returning to my version of the AU where Jason lives because Dick dies:

Let's get this out of the way: this is not an AU where Dick dies in Ethiopia instead of Jason. In fact, in this AU, no one makes it out to Ethiopia at all.

I'm still doing my NTT reading, but we're going to mess with the timeline somewhat. Jason is benched because of the whole Garzonas incident, but before he can run off to Ethiopia and get himself killed, Dick Grayson dies.

The Titans aren't in space because that complicates the timing and logistics and whatnot, so instead, let's say, hmmm, Brother Blood did it.

Bruce takes the news extremely poorly of course. Jason is now benched indefinitely because Bruce expresses his emotions through being controlling. Bruce also proceeds to go and try to boss around the Titans and take down Brother Blood. The Titans, who are also mourning their friend and have little love for Batman, don't take kindly to this. The following clusterf*** of a situation leads to Brother Blood manipulating circumstances in his favor so that he gets away with killing Dick, somehow.

Following that disaster, no longer having the outlet of action, Bruce begins to sink into despair. He fights crime by rote and the mix of rage and despair his grief takes means he doesn't particularly care about the condition that both he and the people he fights come out in.

Meanwhile, Jason is also upset. He and Dick had their rocky moments, sure, but they still had something that was almost brotherhood. He's upset that Dick is dead and guilty because part of him thinks he should feel worse. He fights with Bruce in the aftermath (words only, not blows) over the way Bruce is handling it: the way that he benched Jason and is pushing him away. Bruce responds by doing this even moreso. Jason in turn responds by purposefully avoiding Bruce. It's quite some time before they're in the same room as each other again.

Tim is in school when he hears about Nightwing's death. For maximum angst, lets say that he died on live television while Brother Blood arranged things to either look like he was only acting in self-defense after the misguided and out of control Titans attacked him, or that it was a tragic accident that he tried and failed to stop. Maybe he fell to his death.

Tim also takes this poorly. Nightwing was his hero. His nightmares come back, his grades start to drop. He sneaks away from boarding school to attend Dick Grayson's funeral (mostly a closed, private ceremony, but he hides in the back) and again to visit his grave after one too many sleepless nights, leaving a copy of the picture of them at the circus.

(I know A Death in the Family takes place in the spring, but we're putting Dick's death in the fall in this AU for school year timeline purposes.)

The school calls Tim's parents about this and they're so worried about it that they decide to cut their business short and come home early. This would've been a good choice on their part if this weren't also a 'Tim joins the Batfam AU'. As it is though, I need to make Tim an orphan somehow and they both die in a tragic plane accident, or maybe in a car crash on the way to the airport.

This devestates Tim even further and he becomes very depressed :(

But back to Jason. Frustrated with Bruce and his own roiling emotions, Jason decides to cope with his grief in the traditional (very healthy) bat way by putting on a mask and fighting crime. Since Robin is still benched and Jason is still avoiding Bruce, he puts together a new costume. It's probably very emo and edgy with lots of reds and blacks; he calls himself, hmmm, let's say Corvus (Latin for crow) to stick with the bird theme.

While sneaking out at night to dispense vigilante justice, he runs into none other than the Huntress!

Helena can see some of herself in the kid, in the way he fights like there's something trying to break free, the way they share similar ideas about what Justice sometimes entails. And besides, he's a kid, she doesn't want anything to happen to him. So she takes him under her wing.

With her coming off of a two year hiatus, he's got nearly as much experience as she has. Helena can offer a certain maturity and more life experience. Jason, in turn, knows more about detective work. (He was trained by Batman; She's self-taught)

Jason confides in her that he wants to kill the man who killed his brother. Helena's torn because, on the one hand, that was what she was after. That was what she did. But on the other, Jason's a boy. He's still young. She was an adult when she did it. She knew what she was getting into. She doesn't know if Jason does.

(Also, I think I've heard that Jason having mommy-issues were a thing? Maybe play with those?)

Tim, meanwhile, is in foster care probably, but has definitely been transferred to the public school system and has ended up in none other than Helena Bertinelli's English class.

(He doesn’t know that she's a vigilante and is too depressed to find out.)

In the habit of sneaking away to visit Dick's grave, he runs into Jason once.

He met Dick once, he says when Jason asks him why he's there. It's kind of stupid, he admits, he didn't even know him, so why does his death hurt so much?

I'm going to borrow an idea from scintilly's one dick & tim au now and say that there's that one corrupt Drake Industries executive who's embezzling money and framing a 13 year old orphan for it. Tim is too depressed to really clock when the police start asking pointed questions, but Helena is getting a bad feeling about how the cops keep pulling him out of class to question him. She begins to investigate and Jason joins her.

Jason and Helena uncover what's going on and this somehow culminates in a cool action sequence where Huntress and Corvus have to save Tim from a hitman that the exec sent after him or something, idk

The important part is that, when everything's done, Tim gets a good look at Huntress for the first time and has just enough adrenaline flowing through his brains to make an intuitive leap.

"You're my English teacher," he says.

When pressed why, he admits that he was her meeting with Jason once after school. (He doesn't name Jason, he gestures at Corvus.) When asked why he knew it was Corvus, he's like "Well, you used to be the new Robin."

Jason takes offense at being called the new Robin (he's been doing this for two years!) and also wants to know how Tim recognized him out of costume.

Tim clams up. When pressed, he starts crying and rambling about quadruple somersaults and how everyone who could do them are dead and Jason eventually pieces that together with what he remembers from that one time he met Tim at Dick's grave to figure out what's going on.

And if he knows Dick's ID and he knows Jason's then... "Do you know who Batman is?" he asks.

Tim, still crying, nods.

Jason swears. Well, they can't just leave him alone after all of that can they?

I can get a fostering license, Helena says.

Jason shakes his head. I know a guy, he says.

Is your guy Batman? she asks.

Jason's like, you don't know that.

(It is Batman)

So they drop Tim off somewhere safe until things can be finalized. (Tim makes many promises about how he isn't going to tell anyone anything) and Jason goes off to talk to Bruce for the first time in forever.

While all of this has been going on, Bruce has continued to self-destruct: he's constantly coming home beat to hell, the GCPD are whispering about maybe taking down the giant bat spotlight they unofficially have on the roof, etc etc.

Jason hasn't been in the same room as Bruce in over two months because of grief and also the whole hiding the fact that he's been sneaking out as an unsanctioned vigilante thing. When he finally seeks out Bruce to talk to him about Tim, and sees how bad of a shape the man is in, he breaks down.

Look, Jason's been going through a lot and that's his dad who looks half-dead. Jason doesn't want to lose a father as well as a brother.

They finally get to have a heart to heart where Jason talks about his feelings and admits what he's been getting up to. Bruce listens and remembers that he has more than one son and promises to try and do better by Jason. They hug. It's all very sweet.

Then, when that's done and Jason remembers why he went looking for Bruce in the first place, he's like, "So, uh, there's something else..."

Congratulations, Bruce! It's a boy!

So Tim becomes fostered by Bruce Wayne, Jason goes back to being Robin, and slowly things get better.

Jason continues to go hang out with Helena, and Tim stays as a student in her class. They all hang out together sometimes and Helena shows Tim how to use a crossbow.

Reusing one of my old ideas and going with Tim becomes Robin during No Man's Land when he and Jason run away into the restricted zone as Batman & Robin 2.0, only in this version they also team up with Helena during it.

I also feel like Tim's Robin costume should integrate the color blue in it somehow to honor Dick.

Ummm, skip forward some to get to the part of this AU I was originally thinking about (making fanon Jason & Tim about Dick & Tim)

Dick Grayson is resurrected somehow by Brother Blood. Unfortunately, this means that he is brainwashed and evil.

(Part of me wonders if this should be a mainly Teen Titans story since Dick died under the Titan's editorial)

Anyway, Dick, probably called something edge like "Bloodwing" or something, is sent to kill Robin. While attacking Tim, he sees the picture of him and his parents with Tim at the circus and it causes the brainwashing to crack.

Instead of killing Tim, he kidnaps him and brings him back to Brother Blood's cult. They proceed to have a very bad time together and probably develop a codependent relationship between brainwashing sessions and cult stuff and, idk, other whumpy stuff.

The rest of the Teen Titans show up and save the day. Dick and Tim get deprogrammed. There are lots of tearful reunions between Dick and his friends/family.

Happy endings (until the next major event that is)

#jason todd #tim drake #helena bertinelli #the cooler gotham antihero #my au ideas #jason lives dick dies au #carthago delenda est #dc #bats + birds + affiliated

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Can u do a dano riddler x reader where the reader is obsessed with him like just bases there whole being over him and he is to and he like sneaks into the reader’s apartment or something and just sees a shrine of himself

A/N: Figured I'd merge this with the highly requested part two of the love letter miniseries!! Glad you guys are enjoying it and hope you like this conclusion; To My Hope is next to be updated 💚

Pairing: Dano!Riddler x reader (The Batman 2022)

Warnings: Obsessive love 😍

Words: 1582

You weren't expecting much after the letter had been propped up against the door and you'd rushed out of the hotel building straight after, only a couple of days ago. Did you even pick the right door? Is what you wrote to obsessive, something that'd make him raise a brow and turn his nose up almost immediately? Will he just toss it aside and focus on his plans that, honestly, don't involve you personally anyway?

Sighing wistfully, you pause an old favourite stream of your Riddler's as raindrops spatter onto your phone screen, and shove it into your pocket as you leave work to go home. You figure you can watch more back in the warmth of your apartment, maybe print off more photos you've screenshotted. Cute angles of The Riddler from his live streams suddenly collective squares on a large, dedicated strip of wall in your room, along with absentminded doodles of his signature question mark and cyphers you've caught glimpses of in the backgrounds of his videos every so often.

The streets of Gotham are cold and dark and uninviting, but there's still a small smile on your face as you walk home, because, for you, there's a speck of hope in the form of a riddling menace that knows just how to give this place a taste of its own medicine. You just wish you could be there with him, properly by his side, watching the place flood or burn and destroy itself however he sees fit. You can almost feel it in the cool chill of the evening air - imagined, protective arms around your middle and a giddy man's face behind his mask as he buries it in the crook of your neck. Eyes lit up by the firework-like sparks from electric poles as they topple while The Riddler mumbles on and on about "Isn't it beautiful?" and "It's all for you, my love," so earnestly - that you shiver at the thought, pouting as you're brought back to reality as a raindrop slides down your face.

You let yourself into your apartment building and head upstairs, unlocking your door with a tired sigh and flipping on the lights.

It's only then, as the soft yellow brightens up the short hallway and living room just ahead of you, that you stop dead in your tracks, breath stuck in your throat.

There's a figure standing by the living room window only a few feet away. It's far too vivid, too realistic to be another hopeless fantasy you've conjured up time and time again; that familiar green coat and hood beneath it padding his body, heavy boots and clear-framed glasses. But this Riddler isn't wearing his mask. Instead, his face is bare and decidedly vulnerable to the person who steps into the room. Soft, sandy brown locks flopping at his forehead, a sweet, dangerous, nerdy look on his round face. Forest green eyes that you've stared at on your screens countless times, trying to read them, to see through the layers to the madman you've grown to love to an unhealthy amount.

There's no need for trying now. Because the man smiles from where he's staring thoughtfully out your window, moving slowly over to the wall space where there are hundreds of shots of him captured and taped up. Your bedroom door is to the side of the living room and open wide for him to see the makeshift shrine, and you lean on the main door behind you to shut it, leaning against it in dizzy disbelief.

"I- I have one of these," the man speaks, and his voice makes heat run through you in a lovestruck daze, that comforting, beautiful voice not modified and inch by the voicebox of his mask or muffled by a computer's recording. "I only started yesterday, but it's become quite full... even more than this lovely feature here. I couldn't help myself."

Your eyes are round as he finally meets your gaze with such a soft, adoring look. You don't trust your legs not to give way if you push yourself upright from leaning against the door, your keys making impressions on the palm of your hand from your tight grip. Instead, you stare straight back at him, taking in his unmasked face, praying that this whole thing isn't some godsend of a dream that'll end too soon.

"You can see it, if you like," he offers with a giggle that makes you breathe out a short, shaky breath at the sound. "It's all for you anyway, angel."

Just minutes ago, that phrase that you could practically hear him whispering to you - "It's all for you, my love." But an angel... no, this is so much better. And at this point, your encounter with The Riddler is undoubtedly real.

"Must have taken you so much time," he whispers, partly to himself, as he glances again at the wall you've made in his honour. The Riddler's smile grows fondly as he looks back at you. "You're even sweeter than I imagined you'd be. You're such a wonder. You're just perfect."

You blink, watching as he takes a step closer to you, then another.

"Perfect?" You manage to repeat quietly, your voice breaking from the whole thing. "Me? For what?"

"For me," he clarifies with another amused giggle, close enough to take your trembling hands in his warm ones. "Ah, you are funny."

You open your mouth, then close it again, savouring the feeling of your hands clasped firmly in his.

"I got your letter, if you were wondering. Well, obviously. You're so clever, managing to track me down like that. A whole police force is going to go through hell trying to do what you did."

"It... it was worth it," you breathe, looking straight into his observant, deep green gaze. "Did you like it?"

"I loved it," he responds happily, grinning and almost swooning as he squeezes your hands, a thumb grazing over their backs. "Your letter was so lovely, sweet thing. I've still got it, hung up in my room."

"Good," you manage to smile out of pure happiness and excitement. "That's all I wanted."

"You won't want anything anymore," The Riddler corrects you, releasing one of your hands to move his own to your cheek. It takes everything in you not to lean into his doting touch, and he steps even closer to you, his hair brushing against and tickling your forehead. "You wanted me. And I want you. I think we always have, we just didn't know it. That's what true love is, angel. Soulmates are very hard to come by, unless you're you or me."

"You think so?" you encourage him with wide, hopeful eyes, and he nods, cooing at you like a baby and leaning in even closer to playfully nudge his nose against yours.

"I know so. Don't you?"

You nod enthusiastically, letting the man move your hands to rest on his shoulders as he takes the sight of you in for a few long moments, a crazed, eager smile on his face as his eyes wander over your features.

"You're The Riddler..."

He giggles again, meeting your eyes briefly before he continues to study and admire you like a painting. "Mhm."

"You're letting me see your face..."

"That's only fair," he tells you, "since you went out of your way to find me like this. And since we're meant for each other anyway, there's no point in hiding from you. I've got nothing to hide."

You gain an ounce of confidence from your previous dazed, love-filled state of disbelief. "I think you're pretty."

The Riddler looks up so quickly you almost flinch, looking so giddy with hope and love at your words. "You- you do? Really?!"

You nod with a small laugh. "Yes. Don't you?"

"Oh, I don't focus on that much," he says, surprisingly bashful as you watch a blush form on his cheeks. "And my true self often appears behind a mask. I'm glad you think so though. You're so sweet."

You drink up the loving compliments from the enamoured man, before a thought comes to you, and you open your mouth to speak again.

"What is your name?"

"Oh- I'm Edward. Sorry, I forgot to... I'm Edward Nashton. I know your name, of course... I didn't think of that straight away. There was so much else to think of..."

"I know," you agree with a smile, raising a hand tentatively to thread between his hair. You watch in wonder and amusement and Edward doesn't bother to resist leaning into you, practically shuddering at your light touches. "You've got enough time to tell me things though, haven't you?"

"Oh, yes," Edward agrees, breaking out of his trance for a while to answer you with a dopey grin. "More than enough. It's going to be heaven, with you watching and waiting as everyone tears each other apart! I've planned this all to perfection, you know. I can't wait for you to see it all..."

"I can wait long enough to sleep on all this tonight," you admit with a laugh, "if you're staying?"

"I'll never leave you," Edward says with a loving sigh, resting his forehead against yours as you sway slightly together on the spot. "Everything I'll ever do is for you, see? Does that sound good?"

You smile and nod, melting as Edward wraps his arms around you tightly, the feeling unimaginably better and stronger than what you'd dreamt of.

"That sounds perfect, Eddie."

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The Test 🍼

Summary: Part 3 of the Robbin Trilogy uh oh… cardinal rule of premarital sex is wrap it before you tap it, but Robin and Matt seemed to have fucked that up.

Warnings: alludes to the adult tango, Robin cusses like a sailor, Childbirth, Labor, babies. AFAB and female identifying reader. Mentions of Jen Walter’s. No angst.

A/N: based on my bestie’s labor journey, yes we really did do some of these things, and yes, labor lasts forever.

Pt.1 Guessing Game

Pt.2 Robbin Bites Back

DD Masterlist

You couldn’t fucking believe it. You’d been with Matt for a good solid seven months. Seven months of joyful bliss with your devil man, your law work, and all your new friends (normal and vigilante). You had attended a wedding, (Marci made a lovely, if not very over the top bride. She was also surprisingly a great law partner.) you’d met your friends families (Moonknight has a very lovely kind of fiancé and a beautiful baby girl.), and you had even won a case or two. You’d really settled into your life in Hell’s Kitchen with Matt and things were really looking up. Until the vomiting started.

“Jesus Christ,” you groaned as Matt muttered something about blasphemy where he lay in your bed. You came back from the bathroom for what felt like the twelfth time this morning after puking your guts out. “If I puke one more time, I’m going to put myself out of my misery a la Dramamine OD.” Matt chuckled and opened the covers— and his arms — to receive your exhausted, wrung out, body.

“Baby, Stay home today.” Matt grumbles, placing a soft kiss to your neck, nuzzling in further.

“No way Devil boy, I got that deposition to look over for Jen Walters, and I need to find an expert witness for Kar-“ Matt covers your mouth lightly with his hand.

“You can’t do any of that while puking your guts out, and I can tell you’re about to do it again. Go see a doctor, then we can figure out work.” He released you just as you feel your stomach flop uneasily once more.

“Damn you and your uncanny ability to hear my stomach churning.” You grumbled getting up to go puke your guts out just as Matt suspected. “Fine, I’ll go see Claire, but you have to look over that thing for Jen. I’m being serious Murdock, and don’t make the excuse that I didn’t copy it over to Braille because I’m gonna text Karen about it!” You shouted in between bouts of vomit, listening as Matt got ready for work.

“I love how chill you are about working with my ex… Girlfriend?” You laughed through your vomit at the question in his tone.

“Oh Fuck you Matty, of course I’m chill. Batman can sleep with Catwoman and leave, but there will always be a Robin.” You puked again and rethought that metaphor. “Okay that Metaphor doesn’t really work because Batman and Robin aren’t fucking, but the idea stands.” Matt chuckles and comes into the Bathroom, now fully dressed for work. He kisses your forehead with a smile and hands you a cup of mouth wash. Once he chaperones you back to bed, he leaves. You settle into your nice, soft, silky sheets, about to let little sheep whisk you off to dream land when you realize something that was about to be very important in your relationships state of affairs. Your period is two weeks late.

“Fuck me ROUGHLY with a chainsaw, you gotta be KIDDING!” You whisper yell staring at the test with two little blue lines that is threatening to rock your world.

“Well, congrats I guess. I’ll set you up an appointment with the OBGYN.” Claire pats your shoulder and leaves the apartment, gently closing the door behind her. She leaves you with more questions than answers, but she can feel that you need the space to metabolize the very big pill you’re swallowing. That pill? You’re gonna be a mom. You’re gonna be a mom SOON. Not two weeks soon, but the ship has sailed, the die is cast, the nine month timer is ticking, and your good catholic boyfriend has yet to put a ring on your finger, and this baby is about to be born by way of Westeros (if you couldn’t tell by that I meant a bastard. It’s funny, laugh.). You hadn’t read the Batman comic for this, but you’re feeling like the joker had a good philosophical point when he decided that laughing at the void was his only option. So you visited Maggie.

You and your boyfriends mother, who was also shockingly a nun, got along like a house on fire. When at first your faithful boyfriend told you his mother was a nun you were very nervous, and super confused as to how that shit was supposed to fucking work. Then you met the woman, and my god did everything you knew about Matt Murdock make total sense. They were so similar. The way they wrinkled their nose when they smiled at you sarcastically. The way they always oriented in the direction of whoever was speaking as if projecting with their bodies that in this moment, your words were important because they came from you. The way they would silently say a prayer at random moments when they saw- or in Matt’s case heard or sensed- something they were thankful for; a cup of fresh coffee, kids resolving a fight without intervention, your laughter, the rain stopping right as they left a building. It was nice to see some of the clay that molded the man that you loved so dearly, to know where he was fired and glazed, and to be able to tangibly appreciate his very existence as if a work in a series of fine art. You loved it, you wondered if your children would be molded of this same clay, what they would pick up of your own.

“Hello, Robbin!” Maggie greeted cheerfully as she supervised playtime for all the kids running around the playground of the school. She loves her son’s girlfriend and her silly Batman nickname. She’s like a breath of fresh air, makes him take everything just a little less seriously. She’s exactly what he needed.

“Hey sister Mags! Uh so can I ask for some advice?” You plop next to Maggie on the bench and fiddle with your fingers nervously, which for Maggie, is an automatic red flag. In the time that she’s known her Son’s girlfriend, she had never been one to fidget nervously. She was always a commanding force of chaotic will. She thinks it’s what Matt likes best about her, so seeing this normally very confident woman fidget… she knew it was time to keep an open mind and an open ear.

“Of course, what’s my son done now?” Maggie chuckles, grabbing your hand and forcing you to stop picking at your fingertips gently.

“He’s knocked me up is what he’s done.” You mutter under your breath and Maggie freezes. “Now he’s stuck with me forever, and he’s gonna be mad, and he’s gonna freak out, and I’m gonna have to be a single lawyer mother that takes her baby to court.” You flop your head in your hands and start sniffling back tears and Maggie is almost too stunned to speak… almost.

“Well,” she starts cautiously, “ being stuck with you forever is Matt’s goal so I wouldn’t worry about that.” Your head snaps up, and Maggie smiles at you reassuringly, tucking your hair behind your ear. “Yeah, you heard that correct, forever was his goal so deep breaths there.” You chuckle and swipe a tear away. “Now, the baby, he’s gonna be thrilled… eventually. He’ll probably try something stupid, but he will come around. If he doesn’t? Well, there are four or five heroes, vigilantes, several lawyers, and one nun of course, that would kick his ass if he said he would leave you. That’s not gonna be a problem though. He’s gonna be thrilled. Don’t worry about it dear, you’re gonna be great parents.” You hug Maggie on a sob and let her hold you for a couple minutes. It’s nice, having a motherly figure who cares about you again.

“God, I’m really having a baby. I’m such an emotional little goddamn bitch now- Oop sorry sister.” You gasp. Maggie laughs and shakes her head.

“Don’t worry about it Robin, it’s fine. Better get back to the bat cave though, I bet you left the test sitting out on the counter.” As always Maggie was right.

Meanwhile back at the apartment…

“FOGGY!” Foggy was not accustomed to Matt shouting, not at that pitch at least. Foggy had heard him shouting in distress, in pain, in anger, but not this near giddy shout that he was giving off now. It shocked him so much he actually dropped the coffee he was pouring for Karen in the sink. Karen flinched as well, not being used to this suddenly excited and yet frantic shout. “Foggy! Come quick!” He heard Matt scrambling out of the bathroom and hitting the door frame in his haste. He met him halfway across the room with Karen not far behind. They needed to hear what this was about right away.

“What Matt! What!” Suddenly a stick was thrust in his hands and he looked a it befuddled. “What is this?”

“A pregnancy test! What does it say!” Matt frantically shouted smacking his friend excitedly on the shoulder over and over. Karen gasped? and foggy flinched flinging the test.

“Ew your girlfriend peed on this!” What Foggy didn’t realize, was in his childish disgust he flung the test right out the open window above the dumpsters.

“FOGGY YOU FUCKING IDIOT!” Karen shouted lunging at the test futilely as it flew out the window.

“SHIT!” Foggy yelled following her

“GODDAMNIT!” Matt cussed and the group all gasped again and Matt even smacked a hand over his gaping mouth in horror. Foggy stared open mouthed at the open window, and then at Matt. Karen nearly falls from the force of the gasp that just came out of her mouth. They stand in silence, all staring at each other for a good couple of seconds and then the room dissolved into madness.

“MATT WAS THAT BLASP-“

“IM SO SORRY! I HEARD PREGNANCY TEST AND I FRE-“

“HAIL MARY FULL OF GRACE THE LORD IS WITH THEE-“

The three of them stood in a circle gaping and shouting and gesturing in horror, before they all froze at the hysterical laughter from the woman they hadn’t realized during their slapstick venture had come through the door. There you stood as they all continued to stare slack jawed at you. You were laughing so hard you were nearly gagging. The force of your laughter caused you to collapse in a chair and you were clutching at your side, your face was cherry red and you had tears streaming down your face. “Foggy just- and Karen’s face- and Matt said-“ the next several sentences were stilted by laughter and cut off at the joint, but the partners of Nelson, Murdock, and Page understood that you had seen everything. “Oh god, oh god, I can’t breathe, I’m actually having an asthma attack.” You were coughing through your laughter, and the friends were now genuinely concerned. Matt got your inhaler from your bedside, vaulting the couch and flipping over the chair. Once you had calmed down, and used your rescue inhaler, the group stared at you with cartoonish eagerness- except Matt who was staring vaguely at your fridge and had his hands out at both sides as if he was finishing a vigorous Jazz routine- waiting for you to tell them the results of your test.

“So?” Foggy asked gesturing at you wildly.

“So what?” You gulped, now having your breathing under control.

“STOP BEING COY, ARE YOU PREGNANT WOMAN!?” Karen burst forth then slapped her hands over her mouth. “Sorry.”

“Oh, yeah.” You nodded casually, sipping from someone’s abandoned glass of water.

“WHAT!?” Three identical shouts came from them all at once and you nodded, still very casual, legs crossed waiting for them to figure out their next move.

“WELP! WE GOTTA GO!-“

“OH LOOK AT THE TIME! MARCI SHOULD BE-“ Foggy and Karen hastened excuses and lunged for the exit, grabbing coats and brief cases before slamming the door in a hurry. You could hear them talking in hushed panic whispers all the way down the hall. Matt however, was still frozen in shock. The house was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. It was almost physically painful to have your home, normally filled with so much laughter, become so tensely silent.

“So, I was thinking we move to my place? I got an extra bedroom. But honestly, I love your apartment, I practically live here. Maybe we look for a new place altogether!” Matt slowly creeped closer to you while you rambled. His head cocked hands spread and visibly trembling as he walks towards you like you were wounded and frightened animal about to bite. “Then we could always-“ Matt reached you and dropped to his knees, putting his head directly over your stomach and clutching his fists into the fabric of your sweater. You whimpered, stock still, not even daring to put your hands on his body. You sat in total silence for a couple seconds, until Matt started shaking. You felt his hands grip you tighter and his face nuzzle into your stomach. His tears were starting to seep through your clothes.

“I’m gonna be a dad! I can hear her! We’re gonna have a baby!” He whispered, and you beamed, starting to get teary eyes yourself. The previous tension wooshed out of the room, you relaxed.

“Her, huh?” Your watery chuckle making him hold you tighter.

“Yeah! Her!” He laughs joyfully, “A little girl, who is exactly like you. It’s gotta be. They say that girls are a reflection of their father’s sins, and I can’t wait for her to be just as difficult, and stubborn, and kind, and beautiful, and as crazy as you. You’re my favorite thing, of course I want more of you.” He grins, still crying. Vacant eyes roaming over where he senses your face to be, he puts a hand on your cheek.

“Well Murdock, you’re stuck with me.” You give a watery chuckle, and he beams.

“Good, my plan is working.” He placed a kiss on your head and you laugh.

“Oh?” You smile, wrapping your arms around his neck, snuffling away the rest of your tears and rubbing your noses together.

“Yeah, of course, I’ve got a ring in my trunk right now. I was gonna give it to you in two weeks, but why wait when you’re already giving me everything.” You gasp, and Matt stands, going to his trunk and pulling out a little black box. He opens it to reveal a dainty silver band that looked like flowers. The ring was beautiful, and you’re sure he picked it by touch alone so he could fell all of the intricate details. “So, what do you say?”

“Oh my God Matthew, of course!” You giggled, and another wave of tears hit as you kisses him with all the passion you were capable of. You were enjoying your moment of bliss, until you were interrupted by a tell-tale thump against your front door.

“Oh yeah, Karen and Foggy were eavesdropping.” He grinned and you both chuckled. “You can come back in now!” Matt called, and your door burst open revealing a very excited Karen and Foggy were waiting.

“Oh my god, this is the best day of my life.” Foggy was misty eyed, and you couldn’t help but laugh.

“Oh my god man, are you crying?” You laugh a bit as everyone begins to trade hugs and congratulations.

“Yeah! My best friends are getting married and having a baby! Why wouldn’t I cry?” He tried to snuffle back his tears and you hugged him fondly.

“Oh Foggward, you’re gonna be such a good Godfather.” You sigh, and the news of him being the godfather made him promptly burst into tears.

Matt was a saint. He attended your every need. You never had to worry about your craving foods being easily accessible, the fridge at your house and at the office was fully stocked. House hunting? Handled. There was a cute brownstone near the office and the parish that he snapped up right away. It had plenty of room for more kiddos, and it had a window in the attic so he could sneak out on his Devil adventures without a hitch. Body issues? Not with Matt you don’t. The bigger you got, the more feral he seemed to get. He couldn’t seem to keep his hands off you, you were like a precious jewel, and he wouldn’t let you forget. (And if you had to guess, it was most likely some sort of breeding kink, but who were you to judge.) As the months rolled on, you got bigger, your mood swings got more intense, and the sass you were slinging the entire time was unmatched, but he handled it like a champ.

“Matthew Michael Murdock? Tell your little parasite to calm down with the morning sickness, or I swear to god I’ll puke in your shoes.”

“Mathew? Our Xenomorph is dancing on my bladder. I’m gonna need you to start doing some of the parenting here, tell her it’s my bladder not Prom.”

“Listen buddy, I know you Murdock’s got the Devil in you or whatever, but if this child keeps moving while I try to sleep? I’m gonna call an exorcist.”

Even with all of that, Matt always shrugged it off with a smile, and whatever solution he could. The baby was already a daddy’s girl, and when Matt found out you really were having a little girl? He became even more obsessed. He constantly talked to your bump, touching your stomach anytime he was near you and relishing in the way your two steady heart beats thudded strongly against his hand. His voice was like some kind of magic spell, whenever he talked to you or your bump, whatever ailment your daughter was causing suddenly subsided. When the baby started kicking? He was glued to your hip. The first time she did it, you were laying on the couch, reading over some court case. Matt was pacing the room, practicing his opening statement for the next day, until your shocked gasp cut him off.

“Baby?” Matt called out, startled and suddenly terrified.

“Matty! Come quick!” You waved him over even though he couldn’t see, and he rushed to you, afraid something was seriously wrong. Then you grabbed his hand and placed it on your stomach and-

“Oh! Oh wait!” Matt was suddenly an eager child, giddy and vibrating under his skin like he was just given the gift he was excited for for Christmas.

“It feels so weird, but there she is!” You giggled, I’ve felt her a couple times, but it’s never been strong enough for you to feel it, or I don’t know? Super senses and all maybe you could? Doesn’t matter. That’s out baby Matt!” You grinned with tears brining in your eyes, and Matt beamed, pressing a kiss to your belly, and then your lips lovingly. Yeah, he was gonna be a great dad.

You weren’t prepared to become the most protected woman in the city, but when the other vigilantes of New York caught wind of your pregnancy, you constantly were being tailed by one superhero or another. You asked Moonknight’s baby mama? Fiancé? You weren’t sure, but they were a thing. Anyway, you asked her if this was normal, but of course, she was also a vigilante, so naturally she didn’t need as much supervision in the eyes of her peers. No matter where you went, at whatever time, there was always one hero handy to make sure nothing was too strenuous for you. Frank Castle ‘running into you’ at a grocery store and helping you carry home your groceries (you had made up since the taser incident, and had since become great friends)? Your Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man dropping down to walk you home from work (you now lovingly referred to Peter as your eldest child, Matt resented this a bit, but you found it hilarious)? None of these were off limits, and they had all happened on multiple occasions. Hell, even Deadpool had made an appearance a time or two, bringing you snacks or a good joke. You always had an escort, you always had a kind ear, and you always had someone to carry heavy things. While that was great and all, if you didn’t get some alone time? Real, actual, alone time? You were gonna wipe the city of its hero population.

“Mathew!” You shouted when you got home, and Matt winced. He could feel you slowly getting annoyed for days now, and he knew what it was about. He hadn’t asked all of your friends to look out for you like this, they all just sort of… did it, and while it for sure made him feel better, that didn’t mean he couldn’t see how annoying it could be.

“Yes love of my life, mother of my child, Angel on earth?” He beamed and he could tell you rolled your eyes.

“Cut the shit Devil Boy, if I don’t get some alone time here soon? I’m gonna crack.” You sighed, flopping into your couch with a sigh.

“Ok.” Matt shrugged, standing and grabbing his coat from the rack and toeing on his shoes.

“What?” He could sense your adorable pout and shrug, and he shook his head with a laugh. “That’s it? You’re just gonna… go?”

“Yeah, I’ll go to the office, finish up my case work, and head back home with dinner in a couple hours. That ok?” You gave a tiny delighted gasp, and Matt could smell the salt of your tears. Had he misjudged?

“You’re so good to me.” You blubbered a bit, and Matt chuckled. Ah, Hormones. “Thank you, I love you so much, and I love our friends so much, but I really wanna be alone for a minute. I don’t know, it’s all so overwhelming, and I love you so so much, don’t get me wrong, it’s just-“

“Baby, you don’t have to explain. You’re not even alone in your own body right now. Of course you’re overwhelmed, of course you’re feeling overcrowded. You don’t have to explain to me. I know you love me, I know you love having me around, but if you need a moment to yourself. That’s fine.” He sighed, rubbing your back gently.

“You’re my favorite person.” You mumbled, kissing his cheek affectionately. “I Love you more than anything.” You place one on the opposite cheek, “You’re the other half of my soul.” You kiss him on the mouth, “Now leave me alone.” You mumbled still pressing up against his lips, and Matt laughs, grabbing his cane and heading out for an hour or two.

When he returns, there is gentle music coming from the baby’s room. You had been working on the room a lot lately, from what he’s heard from Frank, it’s called nesting, and it was your minds way of preparing your brain for another human to enter your space. He loved listening to you work in there. You always were mumbling to yourself while you painted, or folded tiny clothes, or cleaned. The furniture had all been put together, a baby gift from Frank, Wade, and Peter, who broke into your house one afternoon, built it all, and left a Polaroid of them putting it all together on your fridge. It was a sweet (if not slightly creepy,) gesture that you were both very grateful for. In fact, the whole room had been littered with little gifts and sweet gestures from your friends. Toys, photos, diapers, clothes, they all have a little something, and it made you both smile thinking about how loved your baby already was before they were even born. Matt began to search for you, and when he found you, you were sitting in the rocking chair in the nursery, fast asleep, and clutching to a stuffed elephant. He smiled, you were so adorable, he woke you, made sure you ate, and then tucked you into bed. You were gonna be a great mom, he just knew it.

Months dragged on, your baby grew bigger, and as was always the case with you and your wonderful Devil man, nothing, not even the birth of your child, could go as planned.

You were at home when your water broke, blearily trying to make yourself some tea to calm your spasming muscles that you believed to be Brackston Hicks. Instead, you were now standing in wet socks, tired, scared, and in pain. So, naturally, the first thing you did was call Matt, but your heart sank to your stomach when you heard his phone announcing the caller ID from the bedroom. Well, Shit. He was still out patrolling, he never has his normal phone when he’s patrolling. So, you called his emergency cell, and to your horror, a random woman picked up and told you she found it abandoned on the sidewalk. Double shit. Your next call is Claire. Claire is easily the most collected person you know, and should be able to help you with all the baby stuff too.

“Hello?” She answered blearily, and you could hear the busy rush of the hospital in the background, must be a busy night.

“Claire!” You sigh, relieved, and Claire’s voice takes on a greater modicum of interest.

“Robin? Is DD ok?” She asked with urgency, and that’s when the water works start.

“I don’t know! My water broke and he lost both his phones!” You cried again, and you could almost hear the frustration pouring out of her ears like steam.

“Ok! Stay calm Robin, I’m gonna call Luke and Frank. They’ll get started on finding Matt. You call Foggy and Karen to come get you, and I’ll meet you at Metro General.

You nodded and sighed as your muscles gave you a slight reprieve. “Ok, ffffffuck, shit. Ok. Yeah, I can manage that.”

“Ok, good. See you soon.” She hung up, and suddenly, you were scared all over again. So before you could break down once more, you called Karen.

“Robin? Is everything ok? Is Matt ok?” The water works started again and you felt like an idiot.

“I-“ you hiccuped and groaned as another contraction started. “I don’t know! He lost his phone! I’m in Labor! I’m terrified!” You cried.

“Oh shit, Tell Robin I’m going out now. I’ll find Red and bring him home. The spider kid will get to her before you will. I’ll shoot him a text ok Kar? Tell Robbi-“ you’re shocked to Hear Frank Castle’s voice followed by the sound of a kiss, but you’re too distracted by the pain to do much about that hot goss anyway.

“Frank, we’re on speaker.” You hear your friend huff.

“Ah, well. Robin, I’ll go get Red ok? We’ll get this fi-“ an explosion then proceeds to rock the city.

“SHIT!” Frank curses, you cry harder and Karen gasps. “Ok, well, found him. I’ll- I’ll call the Moonknight guy and Luke.” Then you hear the sound of Frank’s boots pounding on Karen’s hardwood.

“Ok Robin, I’m on my way. Don’t freak out. Matt may not have even been there yet, but the good news is regardless of what happened we know exactly where he’s gonna be, and Frank, Deadpool, Luke, and Moonknight will find him. I’ll call Foggy and we will come get you ok? Open the door for Peter when he gets there. You got this.” Then silence filled the line again.

You then proceeded to pace around your house. You took a shower, you packed a bag, you grabbed baby’s first outfit. You were doing ok. Around when you were trying to pack Matt’s clothing, Peter got there and you almost collapsed with relief as you heard him pound up the stairs.

“Robin!” Peter heaved as you opened the door. He looked like he sprinted here. It had literally been thirty minutes. “Oh, hey!” He saw you start to cry again.

“My god labor made me a little bitch.” You whimper, letting the superpowered teen comfort you, then you sniffled, and amended your thought. “Actually? Fuck that. I’m in labor, and my husband is probably flipping around an explosion, I’m not crying ENOUGH!” Peter continued shushing your tears and rocking you back and forth slowly, stunned.

“It’s ok Robin, I got you. Foggy and Karen will be here any minute. Let’s get you down stairs ok?” He went into your room , grabbed your hospital bag, then helped you waddle slowly down the stairs. You had to sit on the landing when another contraction hit, but you finally made it out the door just as Foggy and Karen pulled up.

“Hey! Robin! It’s all good!” Karen and Marci rushed to your side, Foggy sat in the car, anxiously flexing his hands on the wheel. “Ok Pete! We got her, you can go help look for Matt now.” You heard Karen whisper as Marci ushered you to the car.

“Ok, Foggy, let’s go.” Marci said, slipping into the front seat while Karen volunteered to sit in the back with you.

“God!” You whined as another contraction hit.

“I’m so pissed!” You yelled. “I told him I’d be fine, to go out, it was just Braxton Hicks, I couldn’t POSSIBLY be going into Labor! It’s too goddamn early!” You groaned and squeezed your eyes shut, squeezing Karen’s hand so hard, she thought you’d break her whole arm. “Then, he looks at me, he looks and says ‘No Robbin! It’s fine! Better safe than sorry!’ Then I, like an absolute fucking moron, told him to go! It couldn’t possibly be that bad! If it is labor, I’ll just call! Then he looses his fucking phone! This blind, back flipping, latex wearing, moron, has never once lost his goddamn phone! THEN on the ONE and ONLY NIGHT I NEED TO CALL, HE FUCKING LOOSES IT!” You let out a shout, and Foggy can’t help but giggle, and Marci and Karen look halfway there themselves. “Oh yeah! Laugh! Laugh at my misery! It’s fucking hilarious! I can’t find my blind vigilante husband, I’m in premature labor, and some fucking moron just bombed New York! Real hysterical!” They sober up pretty quickly after that.

When you arrived at Metro General, Claire was waiting with a wheelchair and your OBGYN. “Oh thank fuck.” You mutter, flopping into the chair, “please, proceed to the room and pump me full of drugs doc, I’m miserable here.” Your OB laughs, and pats your shoulder.

“You got it mama. Where’s dad?” She asks kindly, and you start to tear up again.

“We-“ you gasp a sob, “We don’t know!” Claire and the OB give each other an ‘oh shit’ look and nod.

“That’s ok! I’m sure he’s fine, things are hectic, but I’m sure he’s just caught up in traffic, lots of crazy stuff going on tonight.” Your doctor and Claire proceed to roll you into the elevator, and Karen follows close behind. “I’m assuming Ms. Page is coming in with you?” You mid, and Karen bids foggy goodbye, telling him to call Maggie and Frank to see if anybody has any idea about what was going on.

Labor takes forever. In the movies, it’s like a twenty minute gig. It’s all rush rush rush and then boom. Baby. But it’s just not like that in real life. Instead, you get to the hospital, your OB and a bunch of nurses hook you up to monitors, then they leave you the fuck alone. Sure, they come and check on you or whatever, but unless you’re dying, it takes a while, and other people got other shit going on in this hospital too. You end up sort of being glad you told Matt to go help. You’re just in labor, right now it’s all contractions, and napping, and ice cubes.

Claire and Karen are with you the most, and Marci keeps a running update on what’s going on with the bomb, and with Matt and the vigilante crew. Eventually they do anything and everything they can to distract you from your husbands absence. Foggy stops in every once in a while, and they all sneak videos of you too. There’s one where you’re on your laptop and Marci is on hers, you’re comparing notes for a custody battle you’re working on, and it’s the coolest shit Foggy has ever seen. You’re both sitting cross legged on your hospital bed, laptops sitting on your hospital bed tray. Marci is in yoga pants and Grippy socks she stole off a nurse, glasses perched on the end of her nose. You’re in a hospital gown, two blankets and a little Devil squishmallow (I’m talking about Dante btw.) sit in your lap.

“So, in cross-“ you take a deep breath and hold it, hissing out slowly through your mouth. Marci reached both hands across your screens and you hold on to her arms and groan a bit, then it passes. “Whoo, that sucked! In cross, you need to emphasize mom’s addiction problems, and her lack of treatment. Make them realize that while she may have money, and she may be the mother, her life style and unwillingness to get treatment for her alcoholism or take a simple drug test, makes her an unfit guardian.” This video becomes Foggy’s favorite talking point. He loves showing it to your clients to demonstrate just how committed you are to your practice.

You keep working as long as you can, when that gets too much, you end up playing a card game with all of them, and Karen takes an amazing selfie of you with an oxygen mask and a handful of ‘Cards Against Humanity’ cards. There’s also an amazing video of Foggy judging a particularly good hand. “For my next trick I will pull a blank out of my blank.” Foggy reads, and you instantly start cackling and slap down two cards. There’s a moment of deliberation, and then Foggy reads them out. “For my next trick, I will pull- hah!- Meatloaf the food, out of Meatloaf the man!” You all laugh and foggy picks up the next set. “For my next trick! I will be pulling an erection that lasts longer than four hours out of your mother!” You all laugh again, but when Foggy picks up the next set of Cards, he laughs so hard, he makes Marci read them.

“Oh my God!” Marci cackles, then reads the cards. “For my next trick, I will be pulling a Fetus out of My Vagina!” Everyone dissolves into uproarious laughter.

“No fucking way it says that!” Karen laughs and shows the cards to the camera.

“Well that wins.” Foggy groans, and you cheer.

“Haha! Even when in immense pain I still fucking win!” You say taking the black card and kissing it triumphantly.

It takes about two hours for Matt to arrive, and you’re only at four centimeters. You’re loudly complaining about it to Karen during a contraction when he does finally get there. “God Kar!” You snarl as another contraction hits you, thankfully, the pain has been dulled a lot by your epidural, but you’re still in pain. Your leaning on her standing up, Arms around her shoulders, head bowed as you try and rock back and fourth to settle the terrible cramped feeling in your vagina. “I swear to baby Jesus and the grown one too, if Mathew Michael Murdock misses the birth of our first child, he’s gonna be meeting the Lord a lot sooner than expected.” Pretty soon you hear a scuffle with nurses, and a bunch of people worrying about safety some man who looks injured. That’s when Matt rushes in, scratches all over his face, bruised ribs, and a cut over his eyebrow that screams ‘I was just in a burning building!’

“Baby!” He sighs in relief, throwing his cane to the chair in the corner and running to relieve Karen of your weight. “Oh baby! I’m so sorry it took so long! You were so brave!” You nearly collapse into a puddle of tears when Matt finally uses one hand to tangle in your hair and press you to his chest, while the other runs up and down the length of your spine. “We got everyone out, and everyone who can wait in the waiting room is waiting on your okay.”

“Oh thank god!” You cry in relief, pressing a kiss to Matt’s chest.

“No problem honey, you’re gonna have another contraction.” He sighs, clutching you tighter and sitting on the edge of the bed. You lean into him and he kisses over every available piece of skin he can get to.

Matt details for you how he heard a suspicious group talking about some kind of Blaze of Glory and followed them to the building that was eventually blown up. Supposedly, some sort of rival gang had learned of a cover business that their competitors were using, and they had just intended to burn it down, and hadn’t taken into account that there would be barrels of gasoline in the place, causing a mass explosion. Thankfully that building was empty at the time, but the two neighboring apartment buildings weren’t. He got blown back by the explosion, but he was relatively ok. He then details how he and the rest of your group of super friends pulled people out of the two burning buildings, and described for the police that this was not in fact an intentional binning of a city block, but an idiotic arson attempt. He also described in vivid detail how he panicked and sprinted across the city, almost taking out a little old lady and a stray cat in his haste to make it to you.

“Well shit, I never thought I’d be grateful for arsonists, but it not being a domestic terrorist is really comforting.” You mumbled as Matt lay with you between his legs. “I mean, it super sucks that organized crime in this dumb fucking city is so bad, but it could indeed be worse.” He huffed a laugh and discerned Claire’s annoyed eye roll from across the room.

Your labor ultimately lasted for about ten hours, six at home, four in hospital. The whole time it was going you were your snarky, unabashed self. Matt arriving seemed to be what pushed your labor into high gear, and it only took an additional two hours once he arrived for you to give birth. You were a non stop stream of expletives and gauge threats the whole time, and Matt was ever so happy to laugh at your bitching, and dish it right back.

“This sucks, should have known your kid would have a big ass head.” You grumbled at one point, kissing Matt’s hand as he brought you more ice cubes.

“Nah, the head is normal sized, it’s the horns that are giving you so much trouble.” You cackled and crunched the ice he spooned into your mouth. There was a nurse that looked almost terrified momentarily until she realized you were joking, and honestly you couldn’t blame her, New York had seen a lot of shit lately, Rosemary’s baby wouldn’t be too off base.

Matt at some point groans as you lean into his bruised ribs while you ride out another contraction. “Damn Murdock, what are you groaning about, it’s just some bruised ribs, I’m pushing a watermelon out of my vagina. Suck it up!” You lean away hastily, and check his ribs gently when the contraction ends though, and he just laughs.

“Sure honey, I’ll just keep my internal bleeding to a minimum.” He chuckles, kissing your hair, and pushing your hands away, not letting you fuss over him and insisting he was fine. You made Claire check him over anyway, turns out he had also ruptured some stitches. The other nurses were very concerned, but Claire brushed it off saying he was in a car wreck or something.

“Matthew Michael Murdock, your penis is allowed nowhere near my body ever again.” You groaned as you finally got to eight centimeters. Meaning it was time to push.

“Sure babe, we will revisit that sentiment in two months. You’re doing great.” He gently strokes your hair and grasps your hand as he listens to you give birth to your perfect baby girl.

Jacquline Marie Murdock, named in honor Matt’s late Father, was born at 5 am, was five pounds eight ounces, and had a full head of vibrant red hair. The nurse handed her to you and Matt beamed, but he seemed to be hiding something.

“What is it Matty?” You fret, pushing hair from his brow with gentle fingers as the nurse cleaned you up.

“Well, it’s just-“ he sighed and ran a gentle hand over her features, “will you describe her to me?” Your heart shattered. The nurses standing near by ushered the others back a bit so you’d have privacy, and you were so grateful.

“Of course Matt, I’d love to. She’s got your nose, and my chin, but if I had to choose who she looks most like, I’d pick you. No denying she’s all Murdock bub. She’s small, scrappy little thing, just like her mommy. She’s got these perfect lips that now at the top just like mine, and she’s got ten fingers and toes, her eyes are brown, just like yours, but the best part is her hair. It’s your favorite color, it’s bright read and curly, she’s perfect.” You sniffle, and look up at your husband in adoration, drying the tears that were now freely falling from his eyes. (If we’re honest, there wasn’t a dry eye in the room.) “Do you want to hold her?”

“Oh!” Matt’s eyes lit up, filled with awestruck wonder. “Can I?” You huffed a watery chuckle and helped him get situated with her in his arms.

“Of course honey, she’s yours. You helped make her.” When you said that, Matt looked as if you had offered him the moon on a string. She was the most perfect thing Matt had ever held, and you were so in love with the way he held his daughter, the look on his face that betrayed his every emotion, and it was filled entirely with love and wonder.

When you were finally resting, and the baby was getting checked over by the doctors,

Matt made his way back to the waiting room. The picture Marci took to show you showed a room filled with a strange assortment of heroes and civilians that honestly frightened the nurses until Claire calmed them down. Karen was snoozing in Franks lap, covered by his long trench coat. He had a hand in her hair, and a hoodie pulled up over his head to hide the giant bruises on his face. Pater was sat on the floor, back pressing into Maggie’s legs as he snoozed against the bemused nun. Foggy had his hands crossed on his chest like an old man, legs stretched out and crossed at the ankles. Luke and Jessica were sitting back to back, as Claire stitched a nasty cut above Jess’s eye. Steven, no longer in the Moonknight suit, had tossed up a peace sign and you could see his lovely wife waiving from his phone screen. Deadpool, wearing a red sweatshirt, jeans, and a surgical mask with his logo on it was laying in Peter’s lap flipping off the camera. Marci was smiling in the foreground of the selfie, and there was an actually traumatized nurse in the background who looked like she either wanted to call the cops, or make a run for it.

When Matt arrived, that hysterical tableaux was broken up immediately by grumbles, cut off snores, and squeals if excitement. “A healthy baby girl!” He beamed and the room erupted in excitement. When it died down, people said they’re goodbyes, and promised to come by tomorrow to meet the baby. Only Maggie, The godparents (Karen and Foggy), and their significant others (Marci and Frank) remained to meet the baby before they too headed home to catch some sleep. Matt lead them all to your hospital room where they were greeted by the sight of you snuggling a perfect baby girl. Your friends cooed over how perfect she was, and you all exchanged hugs and kisses and congratulations.

Karen was first to hold the baby, and Frank grinned as he looked down at the baby over her shoulder.

“Damn Red, you make some adorable ass kids.” He chuckled, smacking Matt on the back as he held your hand.

Next was Foggy, you and every woman in the room eagerly filmed Matt handing over the little girl to his best friend. After she was safely nuzzled in his arms, Matt threw an arm around Foggy and they both grinned. “Man, can you even believe these two Avocados turned out okay?” Foggy chuckled.

“I know man, we made it. We got some other strange things going on, but we made it.” Matt laughed smithing a hand over his daughter’s hair. The picture of him and Foggy was displayed proudly on Foggy’s desk.

Finally, Maggie held the baby, and she and Matt both cried. There were words there that they didn’t dare utter out loud, but when it came to the Murdock family. Other worldly senses could always say a lot more than words could. This moment was big for them, and when he finally whispered the baby’s name to Maggie, it felt like some sort of healing presence filled the room, and you could swear that Matt looked as if his whole world finally clicked into place when his mother told him how proud his dad would have been.

When the room had finally settled, and everyone had left to go get some sleep, you and Matt were left to your own devices. Your baby rested on Matt’s chest as you lay side by side in your hospital bed. He had one hand in her back, and another around your waist, and he focused on both of his girls steady, relaxed heart beats while you stared at her perfect face and stroked her chubby cheeks with gentle fingers. Then you stretched up to kiss Matt’s cheek with a grin, and lips still pressed to his head, you grinned and mumbled;

“Holy Parenthood Batman, we had a baby!”

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