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dragonfly0808 · 1 year

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So my Batfamily brain rot is back (not that it ever really left) and I just had a thought like…

If you’re a henchman/criminal in Gotham, seeing your life flash past your eyes is gonna be a somewhat regular occurance but… what if like… the thing that truly made a henchman’s heart fall to his ass was when they hit Robin just a little too hard and this 10 year old kid just starts crying and goes ‘Daaaaaadddd!’

That’s the moment when they truly think they’re going to die because said dad, the kid is calling for is a 6’6 demon from hell who’s all muscle and shadows and vengance and a lot of Gotham still thinks he’s a cryptid

The henchmen all drop their guns and try to calm the kid down but it’s over in 5 seconds flat. Batman breaks several bones before speaking to Robin in the softest voice they’ve ever heard him use and the criminal world, who was already a bit hesitant to fight a kid have even more reason to take it just a little easy on Robin.

And like, I can picture different reactions with every Robin.

Like, for Dick, he’s ten and we all know he was the most violent Robin second only to Damian so maybe when he’s ten or eleven and has calmed down a little, a henchback who still remembers what a little shit he used to be decides to get back at Robin, slips on a pair of brass knuckles and BAM

And then, little Dick just stares for a moment in shock, cheek already starting to bruise, the criminals he’d been fighting all stay still because it was a nasty punch and then…

“Daaaaad!!!” He cries out in a whiny voice that reminds them that Robin really is just a kid and it all clicks into place.

Even Bruce wasn’t expecting that, Dick has just started calling him dad and he still isn’t used to being called that so to hear his kid calling for him in the moment where he is startled and hurt and a little scared… the henchmen don’t even have time to react and they wake up in the hospital with concussions and maybe a few broken bones.

It doesn’t take Dick long to calm down, it was mostly that the hit from a random henchmen really startled him and got him right in the cheekbone. But Bruce still finishes patrol early and Dick still hides under Bruce’s cape all the way to the Batmobile.

Then comes Jason and Jason was such a sweet kid, I headcannon he was the one that called Bruce dad the most often while being Robin. So one night during patrol maybe he finds himself fighting Penguin or Two-Face and it’s been a long night and he has an exam the following day and Bruce is fighting another villain at the other side of the warehouse

The point is, the henchmen and Two-Face start landing hits on eleven year old Jason in his gut and at some point he loses sight of Batman fighting on the other side of the room. Jason gets scared because he’s never really fought without Batman and while he knows that Bruce is still in the warehouse, he can’t see him and the handle of a gun hits the back of his ankle and he falls and he sees Two-Face or Penguin or one of the henchmen getting ready to grab the front of his uniform and beat him up and…

“Daaaaddd!”

The criminals freeze for a moment. They’ve heard the stories of what happened the last time a Robin called scared for dad.

They’re fucked.

They all drop their guns and try to get Jason to calm down, but he’s crying just a little bit and calls again, his voice breaking and despite having been at the other side of the warehouse just a second ago, Bruce somehow drops from the ceiling and it’s over before the criminals can keep pleading with Robin to calm down.

Jason tries to apologize for ‘acting like a baby’ but Bruce is having none of it and carries him back to the Batmobile and Jason is happy to just hide his face in Bruce’s cape because he knows his dad will always be there to save him.

Then comes Tim.

And Tim gets found out while doing reconnisance and somehow he finds himself face to face with Bane who manages to wrench away his bo staff and Tim is just eleven and he is scared because Bane doesn’t look like he’s going to hold back

All Tim knows is that the crack he hears must surely be his ribs either cracking or breaking and he can’t breath and he can only muster enough air for a single word… and he calls for his dad through tears and fear

And at this point… at this point Batman has already lost a Robin, Tim may not be his legally but he is his son just as much as Jason was

Bane spends a month in the ICU

Tim is embarrased that he reacted like that. He thinks it makes him less of a Robin to called scared for Batman… for dad.

So Bruce tells him of the other two times it happened. It’s one of the first times he’s spoken about Jason to Tim so bluntly.

Then comes Stephanie.

Stephanie never calls Bruce dad when she’s Robin. She’s not his daughter and he’s not her dad. They’re not sure what exactly they are to one another.

As far as Bruce knows, Stephanie’s version of Robin never called out to him when she was scared.

What he doesn’t know is that it did happen. Just once

It was the last time she was Robin. When Black Mask had her and she thought she was going to die

At some point while bleeding and feeling nauseous and so scared she could barely hear anything that wasn’t her own heart beating wildly against her chest… she called for dad. Not for Arthur Brown, but for Bruce

Black Mask laughed at her

Stephanie never tells Bruce

And finally… Damian

Now, we know Damian would probably never be startled enough to call for Bruce out of instinct, so I can see 2 scenarios in which this could happen.

First, he sees another kid do it. He sees a kid close to his own age laughing and playing, then tripping and staying quiet for a split second before crying out for mom and dad and he just… assumes that’s something kids do when scared and hurt and startled and does it mostly in an attempt to be a little more ‘normal’

Or, my favorite scenario… he hears of the other times it has happened. He overhears maybe Dick remind Jason of what Bruce did when Jason called out to dad as Robin. Tim maybe jokes that a Robin calling for dad is still the villains’ greatest fear

So Damian stores that knowledge away as a battle strategy just in case he ever needs it… and maybe a small part of him wants to put it to the test, to see if his father would protect him as brutally as he’s protected the Robins before him

So some random night during patrol, he’s up against several henchmen, a few of them grab him from behind, trying to hold him down. Damian is fighting against them when one of them swings a cylinder of metal that Damian thinks might’ve been meant for the plumbing and…

The henchman breaks Damian’s nose, there’s blood dripping down his chin and staining his uniform

Now… it is most certainly not the first time he’s broken something, he’s more than used to the pain, in fact, he barely feels it. However, it gives him a chance to put his little theory to the test

And so Damian allows himself to sound like the ten year old that he is and in a whiny, teary voice, goes… “Babaaaaa!” (Bonus points if it’s the first or second time he’s called Bruce baba instead of father)

What Damian didn’t take into account though, is that Batman and Robin aren’t the only ones on patrol that night. They made a big bust. The biggest part of the operation was over but they were still fighting a few stragglers. The whole fucking family is here.

And they all hear his cry.

Damian doesn’t think he’s ever seen a fight end so quickly. The henchmen only have a split-second of surprise before vanishing, being tackled or shot or having knives buried on their shoulders by his siblings.

The one that actually broke Damian’s nose is being beaten up by Nightwing, Damian doesn’t think he’s ever seen Grayson so angry.

A shadow kneels in front of him, father. Baba. He’s checking Damian and Todd is right at his side, both speaking in hushed tones, checking his injuries and wiping the tears that usually came with a broken nose.

And now… Damian is used to his father and Grayson treating him like a child, trying to be as soft as they can with him. Even Cain does it to some extent.

But… having Drake wrap an arm around him, calling him baby when knocking out one of the criminals that had hurt him ‘that’s my fucking baby brother!’ and continue to hold him later into the night on the couch, having Brown willingly give up all the snacks she keeps in her utility belt and promise to take him to Batburger the following day for milkshakes because he was ‘a champ’. And Thomas wraps his favorite blanket around Damian while they’re fixing him up.

Todd decides to stay the night at the manor. Which he never does. They all decide to spend the night at the manor when Damian still sniffles on the Batmobile and they have breakfast all of them together. Which Damian isn’t sure has ever happened before and Cain gets Alfred to make pancakes with chocolate chips instead of blueberries.

They call him baby in hushed whispers but for once, it doesn’t bother him even though it really should

But most of all, Bruce refuses to let him go for a good five minutes after he first cries for him. Smoothing down his hair and whispering that it’ll be okay and just being soft in a way Damian has never seen before.

He sleeps between his Baba and Grayson and he knows that Todd and Drake and Cain check in on them at least twice in the night for some reason.

And he realizes it’s… it’s nice. Maybe this really could be an effective battle strategy to be employed again someday.

#batman #batfam #batfamily #dick grayson #jason todd #tim drake #stephanie brown #cassandra cain #duke thomas #damian wayne #bruce wayne #batfamily headcanons #batkids #Robins

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superbat-love · 10 months

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Dick: Alright, guys! Post-mission inspection. You know the drill.

Groans and grumbles were heard but everyone dutifully lined up in a row.

Jason: Must we do this every night?

Bruce: We wouldn’t have to if you were all honest about your own injuries.

Clark: You’re not exactly the person who should be saying that, Bruce. You do the same thing.

Bruce: Do as I say, not as I do.

Clark flew down in front of them and used his eyes to carefully scan over each and every one of them.

***

Clark: You should get that knife wound on your thigh treated. You can’t hide it from me by standing like that, Damian.

Damian: Tis nothing but a scratch, alien.

***

Tim: My head has been hit tonight but I don’t have any concussion. Someone tried to stab me but his knife merely grazed my arm. Another guy punched my stomach but my armor absorbed most of the force from the blow. Based on these observations, I conclude that most of my injuries are superficial and therefore, there’s no cause for concern.

Clark: Hmm, your brain waves look normal. There’s some bruising on your stomach but luckily there’s no internal bleeding. You should really get that wound on your back bandaged though, Tim, you’re bleeding a lot.

***

Clark: Your shoulder’s dislocated, Jason, and that wound seems to be inflamed.

Jason: Oh, this? [Snaps his shoulder back into place] Meh, I’ve had worse. I’ll just clean this with alcohol. [pours the beer that he’s drinking onto the wound, ignoring Bruce’s outraged gasp] Voila, good as new.

***

Clark: All good, Dick. Clean bill of health!

Dick: Heh, no one’s fast enough to land a blow on me!

Jason: Check his head again, Superman. I think you may have missed something.

Damian: You wanna test that theory, Grayson?

Tim: The probability of that clean bill of health is decreasing as we speak.

Dick: Don’t hate the player, hate the game.

***

Bruce: That’s it, all of you report to the med bay. Now. Except Dick. His brain is fine, boys, so you can put your hands down.

Clark: Not so fast. I need to check on you too, Bruce. I can see your brain already calculating ways of escape.

Bruce: …Fine. Get on with it.

Clark:

Bruce: Clark?

Clark:

Bruce: Clark, are you done yet?

Clark: Beautiful

Cue the groans and sounds of retching in the batcave.

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amaramizuki666 · 7 months

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Dp x DC prompt

So we all know the sibling/ twin au with the batfam right. How about danny being Bruce's twin. Now your going to say then why don't they know eachother. Well because Danny got yonked as a child and Martha, Thomas, and alfred never told bruse out of grief.

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Danny just moved into Gotham. He was 45 and raising a deaged elle. He was sitting in the park letting elle play when another child, that kinda looked like him with tan skin and green eyes (looks kinda like how his original phantom form did without the white hair) walked up to him and said "father what are you doing here? Didn't pennyworth ground you?"

Danny looks at the kid confused "um sorry chum but I ain't your father" he says softly. The kids brows furrowed (it reminded him of angry sam) "father I will drag you back to the manor if I must" the child threatened. Danny smiled at the kid amused "Look kid-" Danny trys to say but notices the kids expression morph into one of horror "father do you have a concussion?! We must get you to the manor" The kid says and grabbed onto his arm and tried to tug him somewhere.

Danny figured it was no use fighting off the panicked kid so he just sighed and said "fine give me a moment". Danny walked over to elle and picked her up and walked over to the kid. The pre-teen deadpanned when he saw the toddler in Danny's hold "really father another one? Whatever we will deal with that laster lets go".

Danny dosnt know where the kid is takeing him but hopefully Danny can have a talk with the kids parents about how leaving a preteen unattended in Gotham wasn't the best way to parent.

#Danny phantom #danny fenton #writing prompt #writing #danny phantom #dialogue prompt #dc x dp #dc #batfam #robin damian #damian al ghul #damian wayne #sibling au

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bruciemilf · 11 months

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Batkids + Father's Day Gifts

Jason: Promises not to shoot Tim for a week (fail)

Tim: Goes to sleep at a reasonable hour and asks "Do you want me to kidnap Clark or Harvey? You know what, I'll get both"

Dick: Quits being a cop

Damian: An oil painting of him and Bruce titled "Baba and his only child"

Steph: " I AM the gift"

Cass: Pranking the other bat boys and saying "No, that was Jsson/Tim/Steph/".

"Thank you, Cass." "Evil is fun."

Duke: Buys

Bonus: Bruce promising Alfred he won't get another concussion and send his own emails (also fails)

#bruce wayne #dc #dc comics #batfamily #father's day #jason todd #tim drake #damian wayne #cassandra cain #batdad

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suzukiblu · 6 months

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Day seventeen of fic NaNoWriMo, obligatory sugar daddy Tim/sugar baby Kon AU.

“I think it's pretty normal to give someone a phone when you want to talk to them,” Tim lies. Bruce gives the other Bats burners sometimes, though. And also communicators. And Robin’s loaned plenty of allies communicators before, including Superboy. So it's normal in their circles, whether Kon actually knows they're both in said circles or not.

“. . . I like the green one,” Kon says after a moment, which is a little bit of a surprise. It's a nice sort of deep, leafy color, Tim guesses, but he would've expected Kon to go for black or red or blue; maybe yellow.

He wonders how green Hawaii is, come to think of it.

And how much green Kon regularly sees these days, living underground in a lab.

“Okay,” he says, then gestures towards the phone case display with his smoothie. “Let's get you a screen protector and a case too, just in case.”

“You don’t have to,” Kon says. “I mean, I am gonna have my TTK on it.”

“Yeah, but that only works if nobody knocks it off the table or something when you’re not holding it,” Tim says. “Besides, better safe than sorry, right?”

“Um, okay,” Kon says. Tim leads him over to the phone cases, and Kon glances them over indecisively, clearly paying more attention to the price tags than personal preference. Tim decides distraction is the better part of valor, in this case.

“I don’t recommend anything superhero-themed, for the record,” he jokes. Kon snorts.

“That’s called a feint, thank you very much,” he informs him mock-primly. “Nobody’d think a superhero would actually have the balls to go around with a superhero-themed phone case.”

“They’d think Superboy would,” Tim says in amusement.

“. . . okay, fair,” Kon allows, making a face at himself. Tim laughs.

“How about that one?” he suggests, pointing towards the second-most expensive one on the rack–so Kon will know money isn’t a concern, but also so Kon won’t realize he’s specifically doing it to make sure he knows money isn’t a concern.

“It looks like a tire tread,” Kon says wryly, which is a fair assessment. It’s one of the heavy-duty cases, so it’s pretty bulky as it is, and the pattern on it is a little tire-like.

“The ones down here have glitter, if that’s more your thing,” Tim replies in amusement, pointing again.

“Glitter is more my thing,” Kon says, leaning over to peer down at the indicated row. Tim probably should’ve expected that response, considering, except also he would absolutely never have expected Kon to willingly admit to liking glitter. At least not without being concussed first. “Hmmmmm.”

“That's a nice one,” Tim says. Kon’s looking at a green and blue case with bright gold glitter swirled all over it in abstract designs; it looks a bit like ocean water, if you look at it the right way. It’s definitely not going to be anywhere near as durable as the tire tread one would, but Tim isn’t particularly concerned about that anyway. He was gonna get accident insurance no matter what. Statistically speaking, Kon will probably go through more than a few of these. He hasn't had the same phone for longer than three months since starting up as Robin. Something always seems to happen to them. Usually a supervillain.

“Too bad they don’t have anything with a cute little goat on it,” Kon jokes as he straightens back up, regrettably letting go of Tim's hand to take the green and blue glitter-case off the wall. “You know, commemorate our first date and all.”

“That was not our first date,” Tim says, mildly disgruntled but mostly flustered by the idea. “I'd have planned a date a lot better than those morons planned their dumb heist. And bought you something from the gift shop, if nothing else.”

“Could've just kept the goat, I guess, but Superman would've made me give it back anyway,” Kon muses idly as he looks over the case in his hand and takes another sip of his smoothie. “This is for the right model, right?”

“Should be,” Tim says, though he double-checks anyway. “Yeah, no, you're good. Lemme go grab a clerk so we can get the plan set up. We'll just go through my name, I can probably set up autopay for the bill easier that way.”

“Um, sure,” Kon says, biting his lip for a moment and then glancing sidelong at him. “So is this our first date, then?”

“No,” Tim says, though technically it probably is. But given how Kon’s been acting about the idea that Tim would actually be interested in dedicating actual time and attention to him–“I'll take you somewhere nice for that.”

“Somewhere nice?” Kon says, hiding a very unsubtle grin behind the phone case. It'd work better if his stupid pretty eyes weren't sparkling for it, Tim thinks in resigned accusation. Kon doesn’t ask what “somewhere nice” means, but Tim is already trying to figure out what restaurants he knows that might appeal to Kon’s palate. If he likes Hawaiian flavors . . . there’s some Asian influence in that, right? He thinks, anyway. Japanese, at least. Maybe Filipino? Polynesian? Any other influences or parallel cuisines he’d have to look up to figure out, though.

Tim knows absolutely no Filipino or Polynesian restaurants, much less actually authentic Hawaiian ones. He could definitely do Japanese, though. Japanese would be easy. Just going to a restaurant isn’t much of a date, probably, and he can’t take Kon on patrol or anything like he and Steph used to do, but they could maybe go shopping in a nicer boutique or something? Or go to a museum for actual entertainment instead of just business, if Kon would be interested in something like that. Admittedly, it’s hard to picture him being particularly into museums as a concept, but it might be worth a try.

Maybe he’d like the aquarium or planetarium more than something involving art or history or science, though. Those are a little cooler than just wandering through a bunch of random exhibits, Tim thinks. Or at least, they might appeal more to Kon. The ocean, or stars and planets, or . . . like, whatever, he guesses.

He’ll have to do some recon, probably. Light interrogation. Figure out what Kon would be the most interested in.

Or they could just go to the beach. It’d require a little bit of travel on his part, but likely wouldn’t be a big deal for Kon; he could just fly. Though in retrospect Kon’s probably spent about half his life on a beach, so maybe that’s not interesting enough. And the Jersey Shore probably wouldn’t measure up to Hawaii in his eyes, either.

Hm. Yeah, Tim's definitely going to have to do some recon.

Tim is possibly putting in too much effort here, considering Kon is going to lose interest in actually flirting with him in about five minutes. Kon never seems to really properly date anyone, as far as Tim's seen; just flirt around a lot. So he should be prioritizing shopping and apartment hunting, really, before Kon gets bored of the flavor of the week and wanders off.

Tim Drake is not exactly an exciting date, so . . . yeah, Tim’s not expecting Kon to stay interested for long. He’s just got to take advantage of it for as long as it lasts to leverage Kon into letting him buy him that cul-de-sac and go from there, that’s all. Kon seems to stay friendly with the girls he flirts with even after things fizzle out or fail to go anywhere, so he assumes it won’t be any different with Tim Drake. As long as Kon’ll let him keep paying his way, that’s all that’s going to matter.

Tim is really going to need to frontload that, though. Establish him paying for Kon as the new status quo very quickly and get Kon used to it before he loses interest in him, so he won’t feel awkward about accepting it by then. Or so Tim will already have signed all the paperwork and it’ll be too late for Kon to protest; whichever.

He’s definitely going to have to frontload it.

#timkon #tim drake #kon el #conner kent #dc robin #superboy #young just us #young justice #rinfic #long post #wip: obligatory sugar baby kon

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nerdpoe · 1 year

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Of Kindness and Empathy 4

First, Second, Third, AO3

Bruce was, unexpectedly, having a great time.

The doctors had informed him that Tim would recover just fine, that by miracle of all miracles it was only a scattering of first and second degree burns and a mild concussion. He could leave him with Damian and Dick, then, and go seek out Daniel.

Daniel, unknowingly, had actually made his day a bit better.

The teen hero he had come to talk to had managed to get himself and his friends trapped in an elevator with glass walls.

Once he had realized what had been happening, he’d gone up to the fifth floor via stairs for the sole sake of sipping on a mimosa and watching the theatrics. Sue him, his kids hadn’t messed up this bad in a very long time and it was a sort of cathartic schadenfreude to see.

Daniel Fenton, who was kneeling next to the intercom and frantically gesturing with his hands, had not noticed him.

Tucker Foley, the kid on the ground surrounded by chicken bones and pieces of meat, was hiding under a torn skirt.

Samantha Manson, who had torn off the portion of her dress below the knees and given it to Tucker Foley, had noticed him, was slowly signing at him some of the most vitriolic insults he had ever seen.

When he’d signed back, she had taken that as permission to speed up her signing to a more fluent level. The insults hadn’t stopped for fifteen minutes, and she never repeated herself.

Which was, honestly, pretty impressive.

He both wanted her to meet Cass and dreaded it.

Watching teens being teens helped ease some of the weight from Bruce’s shoulders. Daniel did not appear to be in a dire situation, no matter his personal feelings on being trapped in an elevator he could not phase through, and he looked healthy.

Jason and Duke had joked that he would be adopting another one, but so far it did not look like he needed to pull Daniel away from any sort of situation.

The technician crews were on their way already.

All Bruce had to do was enjoy the show.

~~~~~

Tim felt like his brain was melting through his ears, for more reasons than the concussion.

“So you trusted an unknown with my secret identity?” He hissed, clutching the blanket in a white knuckled grip.

“Well according to Bruce, he trusted us with his first,” Dick defended quietly, keeping an eye on the door in case any nurses walked in.

Damian didn’t even bother with a response. He had told Dick that if he said it, Tim would react like this, whatever that meant, and then went back to researching something on the tablet Bruce had left behind.

Tim had been fine with being rescued by an unknown meta. Really, he had. He had also been planning on setting up good relations with said meta for future rescue operations, since apparently said meta could teleport. And had density shifting which he could project on others. And invisibility. And super strength, and flight, and super speed.

In all honesty a treasure like this meta was a fantastic find, and Tim had been very eager to include the new guy on any rescue missions they would need him on.

That had been before his dear siblings had told him that they did not, in fact, receive him from the meta and transport him themselves.

The meta, Phantom, had been the one to take him directly to the hospital after they had changed him into civilian attire in front of him.

Which.

First off a stranger knew who he really was.

Second, a stranger now knew who he really was.

“Again Tim, we also know who he is,” Dick tried to reassure him again, “In fact Bruce just left to go meet with him and get more information on the anti-”

“Richard.”

Dick froze and quietly placed a hand over his own mouth.

Tim narrowed his eyes.

“The anti…what?”

“No,” Damian said shortly, not looking up from his tablet, “you are to rest, not gain a new obsession.”

Tim turned his attention to the easier target.

Dick very deliberately was not looking at him.

“Dick.”

The hand shifted, but did not remove itself from its owner’s mouth.

“...Please?”

The hand twitched and it appeared that deliberately avoiding Tim’s gaze was getting harder.

Good.

“From one brother to another?”

Damian sighed and stood up, walking out of the room. Presumably to report that Dick had lost the battle of wills and was about to tell Tim something that would lead to a new ‘obsession’.

Which it would not.

Tim was mature.

Tim would not fall into a rabbit hole because it was mildly interesting.

“There’s a government body dedicated to the genocide of Interdimensional beings and legal laws that got passed mandating the report of these beings to government entities so that they can be captured and tortured,” Dick finally spilled through his hand in one breath.

Tim froze.

“I’m sorry, there’s a what?”

Tim needed his computer.

~~~~~

Constantine had not been expecting a call from Gotham.

He really, really had not been expecting a call from one of Batman’s hoard.

“Run that by me again, mate,” he said as calmly as he could, the hand holding the cigarette shaking violently, “Because I could have sworn you just said the American government was trying to start an interdimensional war with the Infinite Realms.”

Red Robin repeated himself.

The wording had not changed at all.

“Okay. Okay. That’s fine. It’s great, it’s fine, this is fine. Great.”

The cigarette was on the ground now and the shaking hand that had been holding it was rubbing at his face.

“And the powers of the ‘meta’ that saved you?”

With every power listed, John felt another piece of his soul fucking die.

That was a Spirit. A ghost. A right proper one from the Realm of the Dead, or the Infinite Realms.

No offense to Deadman, but there was a very big fat fucking difference between a Spirit of the Infinite Realms and a ghost who had never been allowed to set foot in said realms.

“Okay. Is the uh…’meta’ open to talking?”

Red Robin gave him an affirmative, and even went so far as to state that the Spirit was currently talking with Batman.

John perked up,

That was…actually pretty good news! He almost never got that type of news anymore!

“Have Batman ask if the King of the Infinite Realms is open for talks, and get Aquaman and Wonder Woman ready for diplomacy if the answer is yes. Here’s hoping he isn’t as much of a rampaging psychotic Warlord as the books make him out to be.”

The line went silent.

“Ah, mate? You there?”

“What?!”

Red Robin’s scandalized shriek could be heard clear across the room. John checked to make sure the phone hadn’t accidentally been placed on speaker.

It hadn’t.

“Yeah mate, the Infinite Realms are where these ‘Ecto-beings’ come from,”John explained as patiently as he could. Which was not at all. “They have a hierarchy based on strength, and a whole royal court too. Some gods as well, now that I think about it. Demons won’t even touch the place, all that constant fighting means constantly shifting territories, so they wouldn’t be able to settle down and build a nice, big lair. Spirits just take the lair with them, so they don’t really give two fucks.”

Oh no, he’s made the little Robin hyperventilate.

“Yeah so if we could set up political talks to avoid a war with a race that is built for it, that would be great.”

He was going to find the scientists that Red Robin was talking about and strangle them with his own hands.

~~~~~

Bruce’s phone went off.

As his hand was reaching for his pocket to grab it, it went off again.

And again.

Good feelings gone, he held up a hand to pause Samantha’s insult tirade and looked at his messages.

Tim:

Bruce we need to ask Daniel if

we can talk to the King of the

Infinite Realms

Tim:

Bruce this is really important

Tim:

Daniel’s entire race is built for war

they are very dangerous without

even being threatened

Tim:

I think that’s why the government

wants them but Constantine says that

we’re probably about to start an

interdimensional war

Tim:

I’ve already contacted Aquaman

and Wonder Woman for

diplomatic talks they're on standby

Bruce took a deep breath in through his nose. Held it. Let it out slowly.

Then he looked up at the technicians prying the doors apart on the elevator.

Their apparent only hope to avoid war was ‘helping’ the technicians and desperately trying to make it look like he wasn’t much help at all. Daniel was single handedly pulling apart the doors of the elevator, and acting like the technicians were doing all the work.

A great moral boost for them, to be sure.

Samantha’s parents were waiting on the other side, and looked like they were out for blood.

Bruce hadn’t wanted to get involved, had resigned himself to just going to Daniel and Tucker’s hotel room as Batman and handing the phone back.

But this was beyond urgent if true.

They had been antagonizing a very dangerous race for one to two years, and to correct this mistake time was of the essence.

His eyes met Samantha’s, who had actually paused in her insults at his request, and she glared back at him imperiously.

With unnaturally purple eyes that reflected the fluorescent lights of the elevator back at him.

For a very small moment, a fraction of a second, it felt like he was being stared down by a predator.

Then it was gone.

The elevator doors had been forced open, and she had deigned him not worth her attention.

Bruce:

It isn’t just Daniel. I’ll see

what I can do.

He put on his best Brucie smile and hurried to the elevator, just in time to catch the Manson’s hissing at their daughter about befriending ‘disappointments’ and how they were a ‘bad influence’.

Their daughter who was probably a citizen of these Infinite Realms.

Their daughter who was probably already a terrifying person to fight, and was friends with a confirmed, actual denizen of said Realms.

‘Daniel’s entire race is built for war’ Tim had said.

“Hello there,” he introduced himself, successfully distracting them from scolding their daughter, “Bruce Wayne, but my friends call me Brucie. I’m afraid I’m at fault for making them rush down to meet me, I know how it is, but I wanted to talk with Mr. Fenton here about his parents' inventions!”

Bruce very much did not know how it was, and was barely aware of whatever bullshit was coming out of his mouth, but he really needed to stop these kids from being carted away by a pair of very angry, very human parents.

Whatever he had said had been the wrong thing to say, if Tucker’s head snapping towards him with an unnatural speed and snapping vertebrate said anything.

Too late to go back, though.

“Oh, Mr. Wayne, Why I-”

“Please, Call me Brucie! How about instead of just talking to Mr. Fenton, I also take his two friends here with us down to the 24/7 breakfast bar and get their two cents?”

Samantha’s parents stuttered, clearly not expecting The Bruce Wayne to want to talk to their daughter. A bit rude, but he would use it if he could.

“Of course Brucie!” Mr. Manson interrupted his wife, shoving a hand into Bruce’s face, “Let’s talk business while the little tykes run off to get ready! In clothing more befitting a man of your stature, of course!”

And with one sentence Mr. Manson had just dismissed all of the teens present as children without any real opinion.

Bruce was starting to understand Samantha a bit more. Constant dismissal like this from an authority figure would have driven anyone to anger.

Luckily, he wasn’t stuck in an unfruitful conversation with the man for long; the kids had finished changing relatively quickly and rushed back. Hushed tones came from them as they argued quietly among themselves.

Bruce caught a few phrases; “-can’t trust him-” and “-against us too-”, only to be quieted by Daniel’s soft murmur of “-not everyone is bad, let’s give him a chance, it-”

And a tension Bruce hadn’t realized was being held in his shoulders loosened.

At least Daniel, if no other entity, was willing to talk. Things hadn’t been irrevocably damaged between their races.

There was hope.

“Well thank you so much for this talk, Mr. Manson, but it looks like it’s time for me to take these kids down to-”

“Of course, of course! In fact, we should be thanking you!” Mr. Manson interrupted him, laughing heartily as he patted his daughter’s shoulder. She had apparently been forced into a very unappealing pink dress, and looked like she was going to rip off her father’s hand.

Literally.

Bruce couldn’t even remember what he’d said as he herded the kids away from the man who hadn’t even asked where a veritable stranger was taking his daughter, which he would be looking into later, and down to the gift shop, not the restaurant.

Daniel looked around, confused. Tucker and Samantha just glared at Bruce with full on distrust.

“You don’t need suits or evening gowns for the breakfast bar,” Bruce quietly explained, dropping the Brucie persona, “There’s clothes over there and dressing rooms over there. My treat.”

Finally, Samantha eased up on the distrust, giving a quick nod of approval before grabbing Tucker and Daniel’s hands and dragging them with her to the clothes.

He sat down and started continuing research on Phantom, Amity, and the Anti-Ecto Acts, anticipating a half hour wait. Bruce was pleasantly surprised when Tucker tapped on his shoulder fifteen minutes later, dressed in something that looked much more comfortable.

“We’re rung up at the counter, Mr. Wayne,” he explained, not as hostile as before but still a bit distant.

Bruce glanced at Samantha and Daniel as he stood up and went to pay. They were both dressed in clothes that far better fit their personalities, what little he knew of them.

Good.

It was key to make sure all parties were comfortable and ready to talk if he wanted the talks to go well. Having them in clothes they hated in a place where it was going to be blindingly clear they did not have to dress like that would only make things harder.

The merch they chose also would say what heroes they valued, another small glimpse into their personalities.

More useful information to store away.

Foley was more drawn towards Signal merch, Manson to Poison Ivy, and Fenton to Nightwing.

He could work with this.

No.

He would make this work.

Earth would not fall into war with another dimension because of one country’s mistakes.

~~~~~

Danny was so, so happy to be wearing a hoodie again. It wasn’t his NASA hoodie, but it was close enough.

Nightwing understood his need for puns.

Mr. Wayne, on the other hand, looked like he was about to vibrate out of his skin with nerves.

At a distance he probably looked fine, but Danny had already seen him in…a very bad mental place, and could sort of tell if the man was stressed now that he had seen him at his worst.

Sam and Tucker stuck close by him, finally willing to give Mr. Wayne a chance after the man had gotten them some normal clothes, making the seating at the table very off balance. Three teens on one side, one Multi-Billionaire on the other.

After the server had left with their orders, the man had leaned on the table, ready to begin.

“My deepest apologies for what those laws have done to you and yours,” Mr. Wayne started, eyes serious and unwavering, “Rest assured we are taking steps to get those laws abolished. This will not happen again.”

Sam eased up a little, nodding.

Danny let out a nervous chuckle and rubbed at the back of his neck, not wanting to make it a big deal but understanding that it undeniably was.

“We would also like to ensure that the King of Infinite Realms is willing to overlook this slight,” the man continued, his knuckles going white with tension as the man very clearly focused on only grabbing his other hand and none of the breakable tableware, “Do you know how we can get in contact with him, and if so would you be willing to introduce us?”

Danny froze, unsure of how to proceed.

The King was currently asleep, and unable to wake up or he absolutely would start a fight. Not for any real reason, of course. Just because it was Pariah Dark, and if there was a chance to fight he’d take it.

Maybe Clockwork?

Nah, he wanted to speak with the King, not a maybe-god.

Tucker, bless him, stepped up to the plate.

“So Mr. Wayne, sir, I’m really sorry but we can’t do that and you don’t want us to try.”

“Yeah, Pariah Dark doesn’t give two shits about laws like that, he just wants to conquer anything that moves,” Sam added in.

Danny could see that Mr. Wayne was not taking that news well.

“What they mean is that Pariah Dark is currently asleep,” he butted in before Mr. Wayne could get the wrong idea, “And he has been for a very long time. To see him and talk to him would mean waking him up, but there’s a reason we had him locked in an eternal slumber. Guy’s a real jerk, ya know?”

Some of the tension eased from Mr. Wayne's shoulders. Danny counted that as a win.

The small interrupted that the food being delivered provided enough time for the man to pull himself together.

Sam and Tucker still hadn’t been told who Mr. Wayne was, and probably just assumed he was a concerned citizen.

Danny was not going to out the man. He was not.

Then Danny’s phone slid across the table to him.

“I put my number in there as well as Tim’s,” Mr. Wayne started, nodding towards it, “He may want to speak with you. If you have any trouble or need any assistance, don’t hesitate to ask.”

Danny nodded, pocketing the phone and awkwardly deciding if it was an appropriate time to dig in.

Tucker answered it for him by shoving a forkfull of egg into Danny’s mouth.

Tucker then ran interference by asking a million questions about Wayne Industries, and when he ran out of questions Sam took over a grilled the man on how someone so seemingly incompetent managed to run a company that large.

Danny gave a small smile and shrugged in apology, but was forced back to eating by his friends.

He could have sworn he saw Mr. Wayne smile back. Just a little.

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gatorbites-imagines · 1 year

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Ooooo, requests are back open!! 🏃‍♂️

If you are still in the mood for some DC requests maybe Barry Allen x cat burglar!reader. Like he is super flexible, like former gymnast type orr stripper type

would be down for some smutty content too if you are in the mood 👀 totally down for just fluff stuff tho

Barry Allen x male reader

Headcanons

No smut in this one, since I just really wasn’t in the mood but wanted to write this anyways. I’ve been listening to a lot of limp bizkit lately, idk what that says about me though.

You would have met the first time during one of your robberies, he would definitely make some joke about how he thought the cat burglars were in Gotham.

You’d give him the runaround and somehow escape him even with his super speed, which gets on Barry’s nerves since that rarely happens, especially from someone who doesn’t have any meta powers.

He’s never been one to resolve all his issues with violence like other heroes, so he would want to know why you steal and if he can help you out of the situation you are in that is leading you to steal. It becomes flirty pretty quickly, especially when you use some of your flexibility to wrap your legs around his head, or around his waist.

He finds out you mainly steal to give back to the people, like a modern day robin hood. So whilst he appreciates the enthusiasm for what you do, he cant let you rob all the places you want as much as he thinks it’s a noble cause.

At some point your flirting becomes steamier and more real as you learn more about each other, and at some point, you stage thefts just to see him. You don’t even make it out of the place you’ve robbed before he’s there and meeting you.

Neither of you can really say how or when you started dating for real, maybe it was one day Barry was hurt and you took him back to your apartment and patched him up, or that time he had to take your mask off to make sure you didn’t have a concussion.

But one thing lead to another and you both kissed, and your chases became even more of a game, the people of central city soon learned that you didn’t really pose any threat and that the flash would be there soon enough.

It becomes a meme in town that it’s just foreplay for you two, that you both like to play that little game of yours before the flash scoops you up and takes you home. Of course, that part has never been proven, but it’s part of the joke.

Some of the league would be uncomfortable in the beginning with Barry dating you, but when they voice their opinions, he’s quick to point out just how many of them have done the exact same or dated even worse villains.

Bruce decides very smartly to not say a single thing, because he has his own cat based burglar he likes to play tag with across the rooftops.

You are of course good friends with Selina, you both being cat based and with an eye for high quality goods. You also like to share stories of your lovers, you about the flash and her about Batman.

You visit her in Gotham sometimes, and she will come to Central city every now and then, just so you two can hang out, go shopping, commit a couple of thefts. Selina ends up loving Barry and says he’s just right for you, which makes your blonde lover blush.

Barry himself is pretty flexible in my opinion, but you are on a whole other level. You two like to exercise together or do yoga, so when you can pull off the super difficult poses he Is amazed and wants you to teach him.

There’s been multiple times during your games of chase that you have swung around poles and used it to change the direction you were running in, or have caught Barry with your legs whilst still holding onto the pole.

The two of you will never tell anybody, but you have most definitely given Barry a show or two with what you know on the pole, and he is a very enthusiastic viewer.

At some point you two are caught kissing by the public and it becomes like a secret only the people of central city know, but they honestly aren’t surprised at this point.

You end up becoming more of an anti-hero or vigilante, just stealing from the corrupt and only ever going after the normal persons items when you want to play with Flash on slow nights. You give large majority of the money you make back to the public to better the city for those who don’t have much, so you end up having fans too.

You end up meeting the league at some point, having to join during a meeting because they could truly use your expertise. Instead of sitting in the chair they offer you, you sit down in Barry’s lap which he just smiles about, looking almost as red as his suit.

Nightwing and other heroes who rely a lot on gymnastics end up going to you for advice because of how skilled you are, so you become a more permanent part of the league as you train others on how to use gymnastics and their bodies during battle, and in exchange you get some other training yourself.

You never become an official member of the league, because you don’t want too. But they get used to seeing you together with Barry, and they get especially used to you draping yourself all over the speedster like a big lazy cat, which always makes him flush.

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xxgoblin-dumplingxx · 1 year

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secret!reader is getting juicy… another confrontation with damian perhaps?? he needs to be knocked down a peg. idc if he’s a child he’s a younger brother and youngest siblings need to be humbled

Jason heard the distinct THWACK of a metal bat impacting a skull and the thud of a body on grass and started running.

Only to see you standing over Damian where he'd tried to creep up to the house. Tried to creep up for intel. And you got the drop on him, sending his sprawling into the grass. Not unconscious but definitely concussed and too dazed to do very much.

"Babe?" he said gently, moving forward with his hands out, "Gimme the bat, kay?" He didn't THINK you'd beat Damian to death. You weren't a killer. Or particularly violent. But you'd been feeling threatened for a long time. Too long.

When Damian moved, trying to push himself up and you tensed Jason moved closer. He could disarm you, sure. And he could keep Damian from taking a swing at you but first he needed you to give him the bat.

Or, he reflected, when you tossed it into the brush at the side of the house, he was good with you tossing it out of reach. "C'mere," he coaxed, holding his arms out, "You're okay. It's okay. "

Damian groaned and Jason made a note to call Bruce. Have him deal with the demon. But for now, Damian was breathing fine. Smart enough to stay still. Smart enough to know he'd been had. Even if he was fuming about it. He was waiting, Jason knew, until Jason got you into the house.

And when you let him bring you inside, holding you close to him, he can't help but be proud of you. He didn't even need to do anything. You illustrated the point neatly.

"Get an ice pack, kay?" Jason said, kissing your temple. "I'm gonna call his dad."

"Jason-"

"Go," he said, smiling a little. "It'll be okay."

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Duke Thomas Fic Recs

This list will include all ratings and tags, so read at your own discretion! :)

Stuck-On Sunshine by zodarii_dae - Rated G

The Signal tends to interact with kids a bit more than his nocturnal coworkers. Even in Gotham, there are more kids out at two pm than two am. Those kids want to show their appreciation for the hero keeping them safe. What better way to show that than with stickers?

A Special Expection? No, A Son by Raccoonwriter - Rated T

Duke was excited to meet the Justice League until they start to ask and talk about things Duke didn't want to here.

breathing down your neck by Batbirdies - Rated G

Duke gets sick on Friday. Joker breaks out of Arkham on Saturday. It’s radio silence, until it’s not. — When Duke is benched with the flu the Joker attacks a small Gotham neighborhood with Joker venom. Duke knows he’s not well enough to help, but with stinging memories of his parents still trapped in their own heads—he has to do something. Bruce has a few things to say about that.

Frightening, But Not Afraid by snackbaskets - Rated G

When the family is hit by a new strain of fear toxin, safety is in numbers. Unfortunately, three members of the flock are still out there, afraid and alone. Bruce may not be the best at comforting his children, but apparently, he can let his wings do the talking. ((aka, the classic fear toxin hurt/comfort but with a splash of the classic wings-make-u-feel-safe hurt/comfort))

birds and brothers and other assorted synonyms by hoebiwan - Rated T

Duke isn’t an idiot. He knows it’s a bad idea to go into the underground tunnels of Gotham where people disappear for years on end and occasionally (if they’re lucky) stumble out coated in cobwebs and madness and blood. So he takes a flashlight and a water bottle and a bag of trail mix and lots and lots of beef jerky whenever he goes. If he ends up trapped down there, wandering in hopeless circles (which Duke thinks is important to note having never happened), at least he’ll have food. Also, the weird little kid dressed up like a miniature Talon likes the M&M’s in Duke’s trail mix.

the scientific method by orphan_account - Rated G

5 stupid ways Duke's siblings discovered how his powers worked, and 1 time he figured it out for himself.

"You have no idea," Dick said. "I had to live through all of their teenage years. They were each independently obsessed with Mythbusters at separate points in their life. I'm pretty sure Cass and Tim have wanted a meta to experiment on since they were 14, but Bruce always said no."

Duke Thomas Hates Bullies by Gemini_00 - Not Rated

Everyone loves that Duke Thomas isn't like all those other crazy Waynes. Everyone loves that the Signal isn't trying to get himself killed. Duke may not see Bruce as his dad, but he is definitely part of the bat family. and nobody is going to bully his family. Or, Duke Thomas Kicks Ass.

Keep Your Head, Your Backbone, and Your Heart by MrMich - Rated T

The last thing that Duke expected on what was supposed to be just a regular patrol was being suddenly thrown five years into the past, coming face to face with a darker, more violent Batman than the one he knew, a broken family, and a Tim who was a foot shorter than Duke, and not even Robin yet.

A silent shadow flitted past him, just barely visible on the cave walls. He went rigid, tracking the shadow in the corner of his vision. And then he dropped to the floor, just in time, as a familiar black gloved fist passed overhead. He just barely missed being hit by the punishing blow that would have landed right on his temple for a sure concussion if he hadn’t dodged. “Batman?” Duke yelled. He somersaulted forward, just barely avoiding another strike. “B, what are you doing?!” “Who are you,” came the growled response. A shiver crawled down Duke’s spine at the grim hostility in Batman’s voice that promised violence, and something tightened in the back of his throat.

WHEN EARTH FINDS STARS. by orpheusaki - Rated G

"Let it be known that I completely detest the implications of what this situation is mirroring," Red Hood grumbles to himself and it's the longest string of words Duke has heard from any so-called Gotham vigilante, let alone the one who's known for shooting more than he is talking. "The fuck?" Duke mutters, because if he's already going to die, he might as well try and make sense of it. "I'm not going to care about whatever sob story you have," is what Red Hood replies with instead of explaining, "Where are your parents?" "Gone," is all Duke says, because it's really none of this guy's business. It's also the truth. Somehow, Red Hood sounds even more anguished about this information than Duke is, "Ah shit." (Duke steals the tires off Red Hood's bike and somehow gains a family.)

Leadership by PepperSoniRoni - Rated G

Nightwing offers Signal a chance to lead a small group for a mission. Duke is wary, but accepts the challenge. He proves to be a rather great leader.

Takes place after Season Two of Young Justice, and ignores Season Three (I still haven’t seen it, unfortunately).

You Would Not Believe Your Eyes by Tiptapricot - Rated G

No metas are allowed in Gotham, so what does that mean for Duke?

Dayshift Shadow Work by IzzyMRDB - Rated G

So, when he realised one day once he looked down that he was missing his shadow, the first thing he checked was to make sure he wasn’t also glowing. Can’t have a shadow if you’re the light source after all. Nope, not glowing. Weird. AKA Duke's shadow works like Peter Pan's and immediately chooses violence

Runs in the Family by motleyfam - Rated G

Duke has a migraine and just wants a bit of peace. Tim understands this better than most.

The League of Assassins: An Indepth Exploration of the World's Most Prolific Group of Assassins by Hint_of_Elation - Rated T

Duke Thomas presents a documentary about the League of Assassins. Warning: Bruce Wayne did not approve this film.

Tequila by Sohotthateveryonedied - Rated T

Bruce steps into Duke’s path, blocking him from venturing further into the house. It takes a moment for Duke to register the new obstacle before him. His mouth drags into a lopsided grin. “Bruce! Wha’s—wassup? How’s your night goin’?” “You’re drunk," Bruce accuses. “Me? No way. No way. I would never do that.” Duke hiccups. “Totally sober.”

Who, Me? by Listentothelittlebird - Rated T

People thought Duke was the responsible one. People often forgot Duke ran with a gang. A gang named after Robin, sure, but a gang nonetheless.

bathtub cookie crumbs by ghostellie - Rated G

Duke finds him in a bathtub on the third floor. It’s an old fashioned thing, a clawfoot porcelain tub settled in an otherwise empty room in a far, abandoned corner of the manor, dusty despite Alfred’s best efforts. Tim’s seated at an awkward angle, sideways in the tub with his head rested on one edge and his knees slung over the other, fully clothed and half covered in dust. A pink box of sugar cookies, no doubt stolen from Jason’s stash, rests on his chest. He meets Duke’s eyes as he enters, shoveling a bat-shaped cookie in his mouth.

Duke Thomas VS The "Good Child" Stereotype by PepperSoniRoni - Rated T

5 Times Duke Tried To Prove To Bruce He Wasn't The Responsible One, and 1 Time His Siblings Knew Better (& used it to their advantage) Because Duke is relatively new, he hasn't opened up completely to the family. He tries to follow Bruce and Alfred's rules, but he doesn't always succeed (nor try to). It's during these times Bruce still manages to pin the blame on someone else. His siblings, of course, see this. And whatever are they supposed to think? Well, Duke's clearly doing it on purpose! (This is really just me being salty about fanon characterization, and an attempt to cram as much Crazy-Totally-Not-Sane-Duke as I can into a single fic)

that which you cannot bear by britishparty - Rated T

There is no backup for the Signal. Duke reminds himself of this regularly, like a prayer through gritted teeth: there's no one to catch him if he slips, to replace him if he stops. So the Signal can't give up. Just can't, like an immutable law, an undeniable truth. He has to win every fight. There isn't any other option. Duke Thomas makes himself invincible. Untouchable. Then he loses.

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michelleleewise · 1 year

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In My Shoes

Pairing: Avenger Loki x female reader

Summary- your finally back in your own bodies, but how much have things changed between you...

Warnings-swearing, mentions of injury (not graphic), angst, break up, crying, love making, makeup sex, p in v, unprotected sex, loki slipping into his native tongue, all the fluff.

A/n- aaahhhh!!! Sorry this took an eternity!!! Lol a very very special thank you to @mochie85 for all the support and helping me get through this!! Your amazing!!! 💚💚 aaaaand a new pic below!!! 💚💚

Part Four -- Part Five (final)-

A blue haze sifted through the black, a sharp pounding in your head made you wince as you tried to lift your arms, panic rising in your finding you couldn't move any part of your body. "Y/n....wake up." a soft voice cut through the fog as it slowly began to lift "i..." you mumbled when visions began flashing behind your eyelids. The scepter...Stucker standing over you with that twisted smile....holding Loki against the wall. "Loki!" You yelled, your eyes flying open seeing a white ceiling above you "shh y/n, it's ok." You heard again, looking over seeing Bruce standing next to you.

"W..what...." you trailed off trying to lift your head "try not to move too much, I strapped you down in case you woke up and panicked." He said untying the straps "I kept you sedated for a couple of days, you have a pretty sever concussion." He said helping you sit up, lifting your hand feeling hard plastic around your neck "it's just a neck brace, just in case." He said offering a small smile as he placed pillows behind you. "What happened?" You whispered trying not to make your head hurt worse. "Loki carried you out of the facility, told us you hit your head...hard." Bruce said grabbing a chair. "He also told us what happened between you two." He said crossing his arms making you look down "why didn't you tell anyone?" He asked making you sigh.

"It was embarrassing...like I can't even control my powers enough to switch us back." You said feeling tears well in your eyes "who would want someone on the team who can't even do simple things?" You asked feeling a tear stream down your cheek "well i would for one." Bruce said making you laugh "you know how long it took me to control the other guy?" He asked making you nod "it takes time y/n, you won't master everything overnight." He said as you nodded again "but regardless, you should have told us." He said sternly. "What did they want....with Loki?" You asked wiping your cheeks "they wanted to control him, start another war." He said simply. "They...they had the scepter Bruce! What if..." you were cut off as he raised his hand "the team went back and got it after they dropped you and me off. It's secure now." He said making you release the breath you were holding.

"And...Loki...is he..." you asked fidgeting with your hands "he's fine, a little worse for wear since it was his body they tortured, but he's healing well." Bruce smiled "as for you, it was your mind they controlled, so how are you feeling?" He asked grabbing a clipboard. "Ok...I think?" You said leaning your head back "I wasn't aware of what I was doing for the most of it, like I was a passenger in my own mind." You said seeing him write something down. "Loki told me alot about when he was controlled, so if you start having nightmares or hallucinations come find me immediately." Bruce said as you nodded. "Did you want me to get loki for you? I asked him to give you some space until you woke up." Bruce asked standing up. "Umm...no, not yet." You said looking out the window. "Don't tell him I'm awake yet ok?" You asked looking up at him. "Alright, but your gonna have to deal with him at some point, I thought he was going to blow the tower up when I wouldn't let him in here." Bruce laughed walking towards the door.

"I'll be back to check on you in a bit." He said. You nodded as he opened the door, slowly closing it behind him as he left. You gently leaned your head back against the pillow behind you looking out the window. You knew you would have to talk to loki at some point but the pit in your stomach grew the more you thought about it, the events that transpired since the switch weighing heavy on you. You closed your eyes letting the slow beep of the machines lull you back to sleep, hoping that maybe the answers would come to you.

You slowly opened the door to your room, walking in seeing everything organized and put in its place. "Loki..." you laughed shaking your head as you closed the door behind you. It had been three days since you woke up and Bruce decided it was ok to go back to your room, under the express command to do nothing strenuous or he'd make you go back. You walked to the closet grabbing a pair of sweat pants and a shirt you decided a shower was definitely in order. You came out getting dressed feeling like a new person, the smell of antiseptic finally gone you sighed as you flopped down on the couch. You picked up your phone, pulling up Loki's number you took a deep breath before beginning to type a text to him.

You knew he wouldn't answer seeing as him, Thor and bucky had been sent on a mission but the sooner the bandaid was ripped off the better. Looking at the screen, seeing the "we need to talk" text you quickly hit send before you changed your mind, exiting the messages you went to set it down when it dinged with a new message "shit." You sighed looking at it seeing loki had responded. You closed your eyes before opening the app seeing "is everything alright?" Staring at you. You bit your lip trying to decide what to say, you didn't want to do this over the phone. "Yeah, everything's fine, there's just something I need to talk to you about." You typed, hitting send when you saw the three bubbles pop up showing he was typing "what is this about? Have I done something?" He responded.

You took a deep breath deciding to bite the bullet "loki, I just think maybe we shouldn't see eachother anymore." You typed, holding your thumb over the send button you closed your eyes pressing down. You waited a few minutes, seeing it was read you waited but no bubbles appeared so you decided to set the phone down, unable to stop staring at it as if it were a bomb that was about to go off when suddenly it dinged again "may I ask why?" He responded. You furrowed your eyebrows as you stared at your screen he has to be messing with me you thought as you began typing "because loki, I'm not what you need. You need someone strong, and capable and beautiful and I'm none of those things, I am just some silly mortal who cant control her powers. So I just think we should stop now before we let this go any further." You typed, hitting send you saw it was read, but again no bubbles.

You sat watching your phone for what felt like an eternity, the screen going black before the familiar ding sounded again. You took another deep breath unlocking it, your heart sinking at the message that stared at you "as you wish." Those three words were like a slap in the face. He didn't argue, didn't try to convince you you were wrong, he didn't fight for you. Tears welling in your eyes at the realization maybe I really didn't mean anything to him you thought as you quickly typed "ok" before turning your phone off tossing it onto the coffee table. You wiped the stray tears that slid down your cheeks deciding to take a nap you walked to the bedroom climbing in bed when the smell of his cologne wafted up from the pillow next to yours.

You couldn't stop the tears falling as you grabbed the pillow hugging it to your chest. You wanted to run back out and call him, tell him you were kidding, take it back but you knew deep down that yes you loved him more then anything in the world but you would never be good enough for him. He was a prince who needed a princess, a God who needed a goddess, not some lowly insufferable mortal. You tilted your head down inhaling as much of his scent into your lungs as you could as you quietly sobbed into the the pillow. It was better this way, you knew that....so why did it feel like your heart was just ripped from your chest...

You climbed out of bed, wandering to the closet to get dressed seeing the majority of your clothes in a pile on the floor. "Laundry day I guess." You sighed slipping on a tank top and your last pair of leggings you pulled your hair up in a loose bun before shoving all your clothes into your laundry basket when your phone dinged, picking it up seeing a message from Bruce "y/n, your late." You read making you laugh "I know, im on my way." You typed back grabbing your hoodie you slipped it on before quickly heading to the med bay. It had been two weeks since you got back and this check up would decide if you could go back out into the field. You smiled for the first time in the last fourteen days at the prospect of getting back out there, and after everything that happened with Loki you needed the distraction.

You quickly walked out as the elevator opened, navigating the many hallways trying to hurry when you heard a woman giggle making you turn your head seeing the woman you met in the lab leaned against a wall, Loki standing in front of her. You quickly dove behind the wall, peeking down the hallway seeing her run her finger down his bicep "so, what about tonight?" She purred making googly eyes at him. "Madam, I have told you." He started, crossing his arms when she leaned closer to him, whispering something you couldn't hear "y/n?" Bruce's voice snapped you back to reality when Loki's eyes met yours. "Oh, um yeah i..." you stuttered backing up from the wall "are you ready?" Bruce asked looking down the hall at the scene you were watching "yes! I'm ready...let's go." You said, quickly walking towards the med bay when Loki's voice cut through the air "y/n, may I have a moment?" He asked making you sigh. "I'll be waiting." Bruce whispered before walking to his office.

You turned around seeing Loki walk up in front of you, hands in his pockets "w..what did you need Loki?" You asked seeing the woman from the lab snarl at you before walking down the hall. "I was hoping we could talk." He said quietly looking down at his feet. "I don't really have time, besides there really isn't anything to talk about." You said taking a step back towards Bruce's office "y/n, please...I miss you." He said taking another step towards you. "Yeah well, it looks like your doing fine." You scoffed waving down the hall "I have told you I have no interest in her." He snapped, his eyes meeting yours "well you could have fooled me." You scoffed turning around "y/n..." loki started when you turned around glaring at him "loki just...I have to go." You sighed quickly walking to Bruce's office rushing in before he could say anything else.

"Well that was awkward." Bruce said crossing his arms "yeah sorry about that." You said walking over sitting on the exam table "it's fine, don't worry about it." He said grabbing a clipboard "now, let's see if we can release you back into the wild." He said making you laugh "well I hope so." You said as he started his exam. Thirty minutes later you got the all clear to go back to full duty. "Alright, ill let Tony know and y/n..." Bruce said as you slipped your hoodie back on "watch your head." He laughed "very funny" you laughed back jumping down from the table. "Thanks Bruce, for everything." You said walking towards the door "anytime y/n." He said as you peeked into the hallway, relief washing over you seeing Loki gone. Making your way back to your room you decided now was as good a time as any to get your laundry done.

Grabbing your combat suit you tossed it in the basket when Loki's cologne wafted up hitting your senses. Picking it back up you brought it to your nose inhaling remembering he was wearing it when they found you. "Loki..." you sighed hugging the suit to your chest as you slid to the floor, tears welling in your eyes as you rocked back and forth. "I miss you too." You whispered into the fabric, digging your nails into It. It took everything in you not to run to his room and jump into his arms and never let go, but you knew this was for the best. He needed someone on his level and you knew that wasn't you. Remembering all the snide remarks, all the comments about your lack of talent making you throw the suit back into the basket "I never was good enough for him." You growled, getting to your feet you stormed into the bedroom grabbing the pillow off the bed you shoved it into the basket picking it up heading towards the laundry room. You needed to move on and the first step was washing away anything that reminded you of him.

You laid out on the couch, eating your weight in chocolate and watching some sappy rom com you weren't paying attention to when you heard a small knock on your door. Groaning you got up, opening it to see bucky standing there "oh...hey buck whats up?" You asked straightening your hoodie "hey y/n, I was told to tell you Tony needs to talk to you." He said with a nervous laugh. "Oh? About what?" You asked stepping into the hallway "umm a mission..Bruce gave you the all clear so he wants to send you out." Bucky said running a hand through his hair "ok, where is he I'll go talk to him." You said crossing your arms "he's up on the roof, said he'd be waiting for you." He said looking around nervously "right...the roof." You said raising an eyebrow "don't look at me like that, I'm just relaying the message." He said sternly "ok ok sorry, thanks I'll go find him." You said holding your hands up as he walked down the hall.

You walked to the elevator pressing the button "why would he be on the roof?" You asked yourself as the doors slid open, going in pressing the button for the top floor you leaned against the wall, hoping bucky was right and he was going to send you back out, you needed to get away for awhile. Stepping out as the doors opened you walked to the stairwell leading up to the roof, pushing it open you were met with silence "Tony?" You called out, not getting a response as you walked out onto the empty rooftop, the cold night air whipping around you making you shiver when you saw lights shining through the glass panes of the solarium "Tony this isn't funny." You called out again, still not getting a response you walked towards the small glass house grabbing the handle you slowly opened it peeking your head inside seeing the concrete floor replaced by white tiles, rose petals littering the floor as they floated down from the ceiling "what..." you whispered stepping inside you closed the door.

holding your hand out catching a petal in your hand when you heard a familiar voice further in the room. You slowly walked further in, seeing vines of white roses climbing the walls, leaning forwards pressing your nose to one you inhaled deeply closing yours eyes as the fresh scent flooded through you when you heard a small shuffling noise. Continuing down the small hall you walked into the main room, small tables with pots of roses lining the room when you saw Loki, wringing his hands together as he paced back and forth biting his lip. You leaned on the doorway silently watching as he mumbled something under his breath "oh..." he said suddenly, holding his hand out you saw the familiar green glow when a small bed of cushions appeared in the corner. You couldn't help smile as he walked over kneeling down he fluffed the cushions before a bottle of wine and two glasses appeared.

"Y/n, I know I haven't been the best partner to you...I have not supported you as I should have..." you heard him saying to the cushions "but I want to do better, to be better....for you." He continued looking down "these last few weeks have been a torture I can no longer bear, I miss you...I need you..." he said closing his eyes "I have never felt this way about anyone...you are the air in my lungs...the blood that pumps through my heart..." he said placing a hand on his chest. You felt tears welling in your eyes as you listened "since you have been gone the days lack meaning, the world has lost its color, i...I am lost without you..." he said seeing a tear stream down his cheek you took a step closer to him "I love you, with every fiber...every breath in me I love you." He said as you slowly walked up behind him "please my love, give me another chance, allow me to show you what you mean to me." He said as you came to stand behind him "because everyday I spend without you I feel my heart slowly breaking, and I feel as though it may cease." He said as you reached out, gently placing your hand on his shoulder feeling him tense

"loki..." you whispered feeling a tear stream down your cheek as he turned his head looking up at you "h..how long..." he started "I heard all of it." You said walking in front of him kneeling down. He lifted his hands closing his eyes they glowed before a single white rose sat in the palms of his hands "y/n, I could never put into words what you mean to me, but if you give me the chance I wish to show you...everyday how much I love you." He said holding the rose out to you. You looked up into his eyes, his beautiful emeralds red and puffy as a tear steamed down his cheek, reaching up you quickly wiped it away with your thumb cupping his cheek as he closed his eyes leaning into your touch "Loki, what if I'm not enough for you? What if one day you wake up and realize you made a mistake?" You asked, unable to keep your voice from trembling "loving you will never be a mistake." He said sternly looking deep into your eyes "you are the best thing that has or ever will happen to me y/n...please be mine, because I cannot suffer another day of this existence without you." He said placing the rose in your free hand

"on one condition." You said turning the rose in your hand "name it and it is yours." He said watching you intently when your eyes met his "as long as you are mine, and only mine." You said seeing a smile spread across his face "I will never belong to another, I am yours...heart, body and soul...only yours." He said cupping your cheek. "And I am yours Loki...and only yours." You said mirroring his smile as he leaned forward pressing his lips to yours. You leaned up, pressing your chest to his feeling one of his strong arms wrap around your back pulling you closer leaving no space between you as your hands slid up his muscular chest, the soft fabric of his shirt bunching under your fingers as you gripped it tight. Feeling his tongue slide genlty across your bottom lip silently asking permission, parting your lips you tilted your head deepening the kiss, moaning into his mouth feeling his long fingers at the hem of your hoodie.

You pulled back, pressing your forehead to his "I need this off." He panted, pulling on your hoodie. You leaned back slightly your eyes meeting his, a chill running through you seeing his pupils blown wide. You offered a small smile lifting your arms up feeling Loki's hands on your sides, his fingers grazing your skin as he slowly lifted your hoodie up, shivering when his cool touch ghosted over your ribs before lifting it over your head tossing it aside. "So beautiful." He whispered, his eyes roaming your bare chest as his large hands slid around your waist traveling down, cupping your ass before sliding further down gripping your thighs he lifted you up pulling you onto his kneeling lap.

Straddling his spread thighs you wrapped your arms around his neck leaning down placing soft kisses on his neck hearing him sigh "y/n..." he breathed as you sucked hard on his pulse point, your hands slid down his shoulders traveling down his chest you slowly unbuttoned his shirt biting down on his collar bone hearing him hiss "Gods y/n..." he moaned, his hands ghosting across the warm skin of your back leaving goosebumps in their wake. "Loki..." you breathed against his skin, your fingers reaching the last button before slipping under his shirt, your palms gliding up feeling his taut muscles flex under your touch, earning a small gasp as your fingertips grazed his nipples before slowly moving to his shoulders sliding his shirt down his arms. You leaned back taking him in, pride running through you seeing his eyes closed head titled back, his soft lips parted in a silent moan as you slid his shirt off tossing it away with your hoodie.

Reaching up cupping his cheeks you pulled him to you crashing your lips to his, your tongue pressing past his parted lips rocking your hips you felt his hardened length pressing against your clothed core, moaning into his mouth feeling him buck his hips up against you. "I...I need you." You panted against his lips, feeling his hand loop around the small of your back holding you to his chest "now..." you growled, a hand sliding into his hair tugging on the nape hearing him growl when he lifted his free hand, a green mist enveloping you gasping feeling his cock on your bare flesh. He leaned up capturing your lips with his, keeping his arm around you he slowly laid you back on the bed of cushions. You spread your legs wide as he settled between them, a hand sliding down your side kneading your thigh as he rocked his hips against you, his length sliding through your slick folds as he bit your bottom lip "god....Loki...." you moaned feeling his warm lips on your neck, bucking your hips up needing him inside you.

You felt his lips trailing hot kisses down when you laced you fingers in his hair "no..." you panted as he lifted his head, his lust filled eyes meeting yours making you shiver "n...no?" He asked shakely holding himself over you "no...I need..." you breathed, tightening your grip in his hair "I n..need you...to feel you." You said shakely as he crawled back up your body, his face hovering inches from yours "make love to me Loki." You whispered cupping his cheek as he closed his eyes leaning into your touch "y..yes my heart." He whispered, leaning down placing a soft kiss to your lips you felt the head of his cock at your entrance, slowly breaching you. "Mmm god...." you moaned arching your chest up, your hands sliding down his back to his ass, your nails digging into his cheeks pulling him deeper inside you. "faen ... du føler deg så bra.." he moaned, snapping his hips bottoming out making you cry out.

You looked up to the ceiling, seeing more rose petals slowly falling around you, tears welling in your eyes when you felt Loki's fingers under your chin tilting your face to him seeing his eyebrows furrowed "is something wrong love? We can stop..." he said brushing away the tear that slipped out "no...no I'm ok I just..." you trailed off looking into his eyes "I love you so much." You whispered blinking another tear away when he looped his arm under your head, his other hand sliding up and down your thigh "jeg elsker deg så mye." He smiled, pressing his forehead to yours as he slowly pulled out to the tip before gently pushed back in, the veins of his cock rubbing against your walls as he buried himself inside you "f..fuck...Loki..." you moaned, closing yours eyes as he slowly rocked his hips into you "Norns...jeg vil leve inni deg" He panted, lacing his arm under your knee he lifted your leg allowing him to plunge deeper as he thrust harder

"aahhh...l....loki.....fuuu..." you panted, your breath mixing with his as he began to slam into you, his hair fanning your face as he leaned down burying his face in the crook of your neck, his cool tongue sliding across your pulse point to under your ear "I love you...I l...love you y/n." He whispered in your ear before sucking your earlobe between his lips. You felt your walls clench hard around him, the familiar warmth blooming in your stomach as he angled his hips hitting your soft spot "l...loki....im....aahhh I'm gonna..." you stuttered, your mind going blank at the ecstasy running through your system at his touch "come for me...let me feel you." He moaned into your ear thrusting hard into you, his pubic mound rubbing against your clit with every rock of his hips. You dug your nails into his flesh hard, hearing him growl as he snapped his hips into you "loki!" You yelled, clenching hard around him arching up as you came around him.

"Aahh fuck...love i...I'm not going to l...last." he panted, his thrusts become erratic "come Loki...come inside me...please...." you moaned feeling him twitch inside you "y..y/n!" He yelled, digging his nails into your thigh he slammed into you holding himself there, gasping feeling his warm seed hit your cervix. He rocked his hips slowly a few times before stilling, his head resting on your shoulder his warm breath fanning your skin as you wrapped your arms around him. "I missed you...so much." He whispered when you felt something wet hit your shoulder "loki?" You asked seeing him lift his head, his eyes rimmed red "I'm sorry I just..." he trailed off when you cupped his cheeks "no, it's ok...don't be sorry." You smiled up at him "I missed you too, more then you know." You said feeling him slowly pull out of you, a flick of his wrist making a green blanket wrap around you as he settled next to you.

You rolled to your side, your nose touching his as the lights dimmed "I have a confession." He said after a few minutes making you furrow your eyebrows "ok...." you said watching him intently "what I said before...about your abilities..." he said fidgeting with the hem of the blanket "i....I was wrong." He said looking up into your eyes. "The time I spent as you, I...I am apt to admit I had a difficult time reigning in your powers." He said making you smile. "I could not stop reading people's thoughts...i...I could hardly control anything you can do." He admitted scrunching his brow "you my love are a goddess, and I will never underestimate you again." He said pushing your hair back "well thank you Loki, that...that means alot to me." You said scooting closer to him

"and I would like to take you up on your offer...to train with you." You said seeing him smile "it would be my honor." He said wrapping his arm around your shoulder pulling you to his chest squeezing you "im not going anywhere." You laughed hearing him take a deep breath "jeg vil aldri la deg gå igjen my love." He said kissing the top of your head as he gripped your shoulder tighter. "jeg lar deg ikke" you whispered into his chest hearing him laugh "you are full of surprises aren't you my love?" He asked making you smile "maybe..." you said tilting your head kissing his chest. "Get some rest love, tomorrow is going to be a busy day." He said making you look up at him "I wish for you to move into my chambers with me, if that is ok with you?" He asked biting his lip "i...I'd like that." You said seeing him smile. "Atleast I know there will be closet space." You said hearing him laugh again "indeed there is." He said as you laid your head back down on his chest "I love you Loki." You whispered wrapping an arm around his middle "and I love you y/n, so much." He said as you closed your eyes letting sleep take you, dreaming of the man you loved.

Translations-

faen ... du føler deg så bra- fuck....you feel so good

jeg elsker deg så mye- i love you so much

jeg vil leve inni deg- i want to live inside you

jeg vil aldri la deg gå igjen- i will never let you go again

jeg lar deg ikke- i wont let you

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I know I've already brought something similar up, but I can just imagine a beaten and bruised Troll!Veneer (who's vulnerable from Floyd abandoning him, getting beaten within an inch of his life, and being separated from Velvet, and emotionally overwhelmed from seeing Floyd again) calling Floyd "dad". And to top it all off, I imagine Troll!Veneer would still be wearing the bracelet Floyd made for him.

After all is said and done and Troll!Velvet is rescued, I'm imagining the group in Rhonda on the way back to Pop Village at night, Troll!Veneer lying on the couch patched up and covered with a blanket, Floyd in the kitchen with Bruce making soup for dinner while talking about himself and the twins, and Floyd standing up for the twins and having a spat with JD about them.

Happy ending! That would be entire separate story in itself of Veneer calling Floyd dad, I can try doing the last bit lol

Velvet took her place by her brother’s side as he lay down. She secured the blankets around him as if still trying to shield him. Looking at him and his wounds, she couldn’t help be feel a sense of guilt… this was her doing. Veneer had tried stopping her, but she was persistent and too darn stubborn. Instead of having her go alone, he did everything by her side.

“I don’t get it.” JD broke the silence between him and Floyd as he made something to eat for the twins.

“What?” Floyd asked with a concussion on his face.

“They betrayed you. Why do you still care? We should turn them in. The other Trolls will take care of them for you.”

“John, I’m not doing that.” Floyd responded.

“What do you owe them Floyd? We came out here to save you because of them.”

Floyd pursed his lips. How could he make his brother understand what those kids meant to him.

“… Parenting is hard. You think you know everything a kid is going through, but you have no idea. I wasn’t careful, I wasn’t paying attention to how Velvet was really feeling…I pushed both of them away…” Floyd stated.

Parenting? So Floyd really did see these two brats as his own kids.

“Where are there parents?” John asked.

“There was an accident….Really great couple….They loved their kids very much. It really change the twins when they died… I tried my best, but I don’t think I tried hard enough.”

John Dory stole another glance toward the twins direction. He noticed their wrists.

“Are those…. The bracelets?” He asked. Floyd was confused. He turned to look at the small piece of jewelry they each wore… he never noticed… all this time, they kept the bracelets he made for them. His heart melted as he smiled to the twins. John Dory sighed as he looked between Floyd and the twins.

“…. I think I get it now.” He admitted. Floyd looked to him curiously. “Hey, we’re not so perfect a family either.” He shrugged.

“Thanks John.” Floyd grabbed soup bowels of soup and made his way towards the twin trolls. He offered a bowel to Velvet. She shook her head.

“You have to eat.”

“Ven, isn’t eating.”

“He’s resting. Which he needs a lot of. There will be some ready when he wakes up.”

Hesitantly, but surely, Velvet took the bowel from his hands and began eating. Floyd sat next to her… they were safe, they were ALL safe. They could finally try to be a family again.

“Where are we going…” she asked softly.

“Pop Troll village…. your new home.”

A quiver came to Velvets lips….home. Something they hadn’t had in a while. She set the bowel down and hugged Floyd tightly, still having one hand over her brother.

“….thanks dad.” She murmured.

Floyd smile…. No one would hurt them ever again.

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amethyst-halo · 3 months

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can you tell us more about the popdwap au?

yea sure!!!

the gist of it is that it's a floyd doesn't leave au to start. when the bros break apart and stuff he can't bring himself to set out right away, and then he just sorta never gets to leaving until rosiepuff gets taken by bergens. when she does, he gets a little freaked out about his ability to protect branch on his own, and decides the two of them should leave the tree. he's been saving up to take on a solo career, and doesn't make the choice lightly; he doesn't know if and when the escape tunnels will be finished and he doesn't feel like they can stick around anymore.

floyd and branch spend a while traveling around the troll territories, meeting the different trolls around as floyd figures out his solo career's details. most of the other trolls are a little skeptical of them, since they're pop trolls, but they either leave them alone or warm up to them since they're just kids. they end up settling in the rock kingdom for a little while, where floyd makes his start, to give branch some stability.

it's very much a shitty position, though; floyd is 14 when they set out on their own, forced into a single guardian position and essentially losing his teen years. it doesn't help that branch is struggling to understand why their brothers left, often asking floyd where they went and if they really loved them and stuff like that. the first time he asks one of those, floyd decides he isn't forgiving his brothers, at least not easily. this attitude rubs off on branch very quickly, alongside the growing guilt as he comes to realize how fucked up it is that they're living that way so young.

meanwhile, clay returns to the tree just in time for the escape. he quickly finds viva, who doesn't know about floyd or branch's whereabouts, but she does know about rosiepuff being taken which she relays. they stick with everyone and get out the other side, helping trolls as best as they can. when peppy comes out, viva asks immediately about poppy.

peppy reaches into his hair, and finds that poppy is missing. viva immediately bolts back into the tunnels with clay right behind her.

she calls for her sister to no avail for a while, and clay starts trying to urge her back out because he knows they won't find her, but viva refuses. until the ceiling begins to crumble, and clay has to shove her out of the way, getting hit on the head in the process. with no way forward and a definitely concussed friend, viva turns back.

poppy's okay though!!! she gets found by a troll and ends up as a putt putt troll :)

clay and viva help start building the new pop village, leaning on each other since they both "lost" their siblings. viva becomes queen sooner than poppy, since she's 12-13 years older, so she's already queen by movie 1 timeframe. this is sorta where i haven't figured everything out yet; ik the movies happen but i dont have details ;v;

viva is definitely a lot like poppy; she's excitable and loves to throw parties and scrapbook, and braiding hair is still her way of telling others she likes them. since she has more time to be queen by the time the movies hit, she's a little more settled into her role and a little less sensitive to criticism.

clay steps up as her right hand man, helping her organize plans and keeping track of literally anything involving numbers and safety. he's still very set on being the serious one, but he can't help but be a little silly here and there. in his free time, i think he'd like to write books!

at sooome point floyd and branch end up moving to mt. rageous for both floyd's solo career and branch's restarting music career. they end up rooming with my oc rosewood! she's chill she's also a solo artist lmao

at another point floyd and branch end up going to a gig at vaycay island, only to discover bruce runs the biggest restaurant there with his wife. bruce is excited to see them, but they aren't that happy to see him considering he'd left them. their interactions are short and cold at best. still deciding on if floyd gets to rip into him about leaving bc he definitely deserves to

floyd does still get caught by velvet and veneer; branch is also almost caught, barely getting away in time. he enlists rosewood's help in finding a way to get to him, which he does, but he figures out he can't get floyd out of there without help. after spending an agonizing month or so trying to come up with literally any other plan, branch gives in and goes looking for his brothers for the perfect family harmony. he gets clay first, then john dory while on the way to bruce's. they get lost on the way back to mt rageous and end up by the golf course, where viva finds poppy is alive!

eeexcept she doesn't remember viva at all. and when viva starts to explain what happened, the memories flood back and overwhelm her, causing her to flee.

but poppy isn't in charge of the putt putts, it turns out. it's actually a much older grandma rosiepuff, who managed to escape the bergens and wound up with the separated trolls. of course, clay and bros are ecstatic to see her, clay and branch especially, and she asks about floyd which they fill her in on. rosie's in no shape to help save him, so she makes them promise to come back once they get him out of there.

on their way out, poppy comes back and decides she's going with them. she's apprehensive, and insists to viva she wants to figure everything out at her own pace, which viva is all for.

when the brothers start fighting on the road, branch is quick to get angry, saying he thought they'd have better priorities after 20 years. viva sides with him quickly, especially getting at clay for wanting his brothers back for 2 decades only to start fighting again almost immediately.

and againnnn i don't have anything else figured out but its kinda this a/b/c plot with viva and clay to branch and floyd to poppy over the course of like. 20+ years!

yea thats what i got so far!!! wahoo!!!!!

#oh my god these posts take so long to type up when ur crazy distracted #trolls #trolls au #popswap au #sketch answers #anonymous

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