#Damian casually starting a new life

[bonchobrick]

So I’ve seen some posts going around about a ‘Bruce adopts Danny and everyone thinks they’ll finally have a normal family member—Danny is very not normal’ and here’s my late night take on it.

Or

Danny batfam au where they batfam tries really hard to keep their vigilante ass-kicking nightlife a secret from danny because he is ‘the only normal one in the family’ this becomes a problem however when danny gets kidnapped.

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The batfam all work together in a deeply serious family meeting to save their boy. After hours of combining their brains together they come up with a plan that will effectively save danny from joker, kick joker’s ass, and also make them look really cool while doing it.

So they bust in that warehouse, guns blazing, explosions fading in the background, a gust of dramatic dust covers the air

Batman steps infront of the rest of the team and demands to the blurry figure somewhere in the distance, “Where is Danny!”

The dust clears–they expect bad guys pointing weapons meancingly at them, they expect a cackle of a wicked clown amused at whatever plot he had planned coming to life, they expected a terrified boy perhaps tied somewhere likely siting in a chair that joker could present to the bats as a way of taunting them.

The dust settles–they observed their surroundings looking around and realize that, there are few new facts to be added into this ‘defeat the villain, get the bro, happy ending equation’

There is decidedly no weapons being pointed at them: In fact, all of the henchmen are already knocked out and tied up.

There is decidedly no evil laughs being echoed their way: In fact, the only noise that isnt coming from them is a light scritch scratch of a pencil

And there is decidedly no terrified little boy, there is a Danny however and he seems to be doing alright–actually scratch that.

Danny is doing wonders for the situation he’s in right now: In fact–

–Danny is sitting criss cross applesauce on-top a knocked out tied up Joker doing his algebra homework

The small blue eyed boy looks up at Batman's voice and visibly brightens, “Oh hey guys, I was wondering when you’d show up.”

Jason says with the utmost of comprehension, “...what.”

“So hi, I’m kinda new to gotham so sorry about beating these guys up, I think they’re villains? I dunno, anyways if you could take care of these guys while I call an uber home that’d be great.”

Danny sends them a blinding smile which would've been adorable if there weren’t a massive pile of bodies he were casually walking away from.

As Danny nears the exit he looks over his shoulder to the baffled group of vigilantes and blinks

“Oh yeah one last thing,” Danny rubs the back of his neck nervously, “Could you guys not tell the Waynes about this.”

Damian speaks up for the rest of his frozen family, albeit hesitantly, “I do think they have already been alerted of your kidnapping.”

“Oh no that's fine.” Danny starts nervously, “It's more about me being the… fighter… in this situation. I was just adopted by them and they seem really nice, I don’t want to scare them away being all grrrr im a scary monster boy and i love to hurt people argh.”

“I don’t think they’d think you're a monster.” Tim adds quietly

“Eh, tell that to my birth parents–they went psycho on me. Like evil scientist psycho, it was not as awesome as the movies make it sound, having scientists for parents.” Danny says bittersweet as he admits with a shrug

There is a moment of silence as the batfamily reevaluate the adoption file that states Danny’s family before they passed were very good people–albeit a bit excentric.

Dick blurts out, “Where did you learn to fight?”

Danny sends him an anxious chuckle, “I actually started when I was fourteen–my town always ran into some trouble so I had to step up. It’s part of the reason I moved here actually. I really don’t want anything to do with that hero vigilante life anymore…” The boy puts his hands together in a pleading motion, “So please don’t tell The Waynes!”

Bewildered at the situation as a whole they nod in a daze

The boys eyes widen at their easy agreement and he grins, “Thank you so so much! I’ve got to go now, it’s way past my curfew. but you’ll probably see me again next time I get kidnapped–I’ll make sure to put in a good word for you guys with my family bye!”

And just like that Danny slips off into the night leaving behind a family who were so sure they finally found a normal addition to their pack.

Jason sighs looking forlornly at the spot Danny had previously been standing, “You could just never pick the just semi-mentally healthy normal kids could you?”

Bruce groans pinching his the bridge of his nose

#dc x dp #dp x dc #fanfiction #danny phantom #batfam #danny fenton #dp x dc crossover #maybes a fic #this was fun to write so probs part 2 later #Batfam: hello normal son #Danny with practicing the knot he learned in home ed on 37 criminals: hey guys #batfam: fuck #danny is a little shit #it’s up to your interpretation whether or not he’s genuinely clueless about the Waynes being the Bats #or if he’s fucking with them #ohkay going to sleep bye bye #mwah #also we do not see the bad grammar haha gn #veerliwrites

[thatfandomslut]

Get Her Back!

Regina George x Reader

Word Count: 2.3k

Trigger Warnings: messy breakups, toxic relationship talks, jealousy, language,

Request:

Hi can you write a fic about fem!reader being Regina's ex? Like they met and started dating during summer. Reader is from another town/state and Regina spent the summer there over some relatives house and they had a nasty break up but then a few months later reader's family moved to her town and she started at Northshore 😂 she sees Regina acting like a queen b before Regina saw her and she befriends Janis and Ian <3 anyways don't spare us all the drama hehe

Mean Girls requests are open.

(Y/n) sat beside Janis as the crowd parted and four girls made their way through the halls. With raised brows, she looked their way, despite Damian's pleas not to. There was Cady, the girl she had met alongside Janis and Damian in French class, a girl with wavy black hair without a thought behind her eyes, a honey-blonde haired girl who looked around at everyone, and Regina George, her summer fling from Newport, Rhode Island. (Y/n) was surprised to see Regina, and she wasn't expecting her to be so popular. Her icy glare surveyed the room as they landed on (Y/n)'s, widening when they made eye contact. Fortunately, (Y/n) had the sense to sever the contact and sit down.

"What was that?" Damian questioned, looking between her and Regina, who let her eyes latch onto (Y/n) for a few moments longer before she made her way to their usual table. Janis was looking just as expectant at (Y/n), but the girl shrugged innocently. She was new to school, she didn't want to be involved in all of the drama high school had to offer within her first week. "Girl, you better answer. I've never seen the Queen Bee break her icy stare for just anyone."

With a sigh, (Y/n) glanced up at him, then looked to Janis for help. But she was curious to understand their connection, too. "Let's just say that Regina and I met when I was staying at my grandparents and she was staying with her grandparents in Newport, Rhode Island over the summer. She left me at a party I didn't want to attend because a guy flirted with me, then ignored me when I apologized. Even though I was apologizing for something I didn't do. The official breakup was through a text." (Y/n) explained casually as she ate some of her pizza. She ignored the wide stares from Damian and Janis, knowing they had a million questions.

Leaning back, Janis tapped her knuckles dramatically on the table. "Okay, okay, so how did you end up in the same school as her?" She looked like she was going to burst if (Y/n) didn't answer her questions. She was getting so red in the face, that Damian had to remind her to breathe, but his actions were not effective. Janis was just too curious about how their relationship went down.

(Y/n) glanced at her nails before looking over to Janis with risen brows. "Unfortunate circumstances. Our fathers are doing business together." She stated simply. A sigh escaped her lips as she looked at her pizza, losing her appetite. "Regina wasn't all bad. She was just jealous. Like, when I think about her, I'm in between keying her car and making her lunch. Sometimes, I think about her, and I'm still enamored by her, but then I'm like 'No fuck her, she left me at a party for a guy flirting with me.'" (Y/n) hummed as she pushed her tray away slightly.

Now, Janis was going to explode. She already was ruining Regina's life with Cady, but what if she also messed around with her love life a bit, too? After all, that is exactly what Regina did when she had a crush on her in middle school. "It's kind of like… You want to make her feel jealous and sad over her loss." She associated as Damian eyed her. He always seemed to know when she was plotting. She made this face where her smile looked a little more sly than usual and her eyes narrowed.

(Y/n) blinked at Janis's statement as she nodded in understanding. A small, bitter laugh escaped her lips. "Yeah, 'cause I miss the way she kissed me and the way she used to make me laugh even though she didn't deserve me." She agreed before standing up to discard her food and trash. She didn't mean to be wasteful. but she wasn't feeling her meal anymore. She was too busy thinking about her ex who gave her a whirlwind of a summer and then provided a whiplash type of breakup. Thinking about Regina brought back the whirlwind feeling and the whiplash after-effect every time. It made her bitter. Janis could relate to that bitter feeling. She never got over what Regina did to her. From the kiss to 'Sissy Liz,' Regina's actions were inexcusable. "All in all… I want sweet revenge but I want her again, too." (Y/n) admitted shamelessly.

Janis smirked, leaning forward, and taking (Y/n)'s hands. She knew that Regina tensed at this because she saw it from her periphery. "We can make that happen for you. Do you see those girls beside Regina? The girl with big amber eyes is Gretchen, and the girl with wavy black hair is Karen… There's a party next week on Halloween… If you flirt with them, that will set Regina off." Janis stated, biting her lip excitedly. "Hopefully, this will set Regina George straight for you," Janis confirmed, winking at (Y/n). (Y/n) considered this for a moment. Finally nodding, Janis almost squealed before the three got up and headed to their next class.

On the night of Halloween, Janis and Damian helped (Y/n) get ready. And Janis had to try not to stare at herself. She understood why Regina was so into (Y/n). She kind of was, too. (Y/n) turned around in her very revealing devil costume, smiling over at Damian and Janis. "So, what do you think?" She questioned, wiggling her eyebrows over at them to get their opinions. Damian smirked over at her as he nodded in approval, but Janis was too stunned to speak. "I'll take your faces as a sign of approval." She said happily as she kissed the little cape over her shoulders. "I'll come right over once the party is over." (Y/n) promised, heading out the door, but not before blowing them kisses.

Regina was blown away when (Y/n) walked into the party, and she was taken aback when she saw Cady's outfit. Everyone screamed when Cady popped out behind the girl in red, but she couldn't say she was phased. She was used to Cady doing things that were out there. Still, she didn't stop herself from texting Gretchen and asking who invited Cady. Regina rolled her eyes when she saw that Gretchen pointed out Cady's crush on Aaron. This was obvious to her, but still, maybe she could kill two birds with one stone. She could make (Y/n) jealous and Cady miserable. Even though a bigger part of her wondered if making (Y/n) jealous was worth it. Until she turned to see a flustered Gretchen and a confident (Y/n).

Regina realized that (Y/n) was flirting with Gretchen. Her plans on getting Aaron back and making Cady miserable were put on hold, her eye twitching as (Y/N) soon moved over to flirt with Karen, too. Was this a game to her? Before she could react, she bumped into Aaron, who almost spilled his drink all over her. That was when she realized that making (Y/n) jealous was more important than making Cady jealous. "I was just looking for you," Regina smirked as she took Aaron to the side, acutely aware of (Y/n) and Cady staring with wide eyes.

(Y/n) felt annoyed as she watched Regina and Aaron flirt, but her heart sank when Regina kissed him. Her eyes landed on Cady, who looked heartbroken in the distance. Making her way over, she led Cady out of the house and towards Janis's. "Okay, that's it." (Y/n) spoke as she barged in. "We need to go farther. She has now officially gone after Cady, too." (Y/n) said, gesturing to the mess that was Cady right beside her, her thick make-up running down her cheeks as tears helped create pathways for them.

Janis cursed as she pulled Cady into her arms. "I completely agree. Let's run this bitch into the ground. She's always been like this. She takes everything too far." Janis gritted her teeth in frustration. She looked very angry, but (Y/n) was beginning to wonder if it was for Cady or because Regina had wronged her, too.

"So, then what did Regina do to you?" Janis looked up, horrified by the question. Damian's neck also snapped up, but his eyes were trained on Janis. Janis tried to get the attention off of her, but (Y/n) raised her brows. "Janis, this is important information. Cady and I have a reason, but what is for you? Why do you care what happens to Regina George?"

Janis flushed a bright red, realizing she wasn't going to drop it. "I guess I don't want to discuss it." She crossed her arms, falling back onto the couch behind her. Not wanting to make eye contact with anyone she slipped her mask over her face. This caused everyone to glance at each other and Damian shook his head at her. Janis knew that she was acting childish, but she didn't want to tell her new friends what Regina did to her. She was embarrassed about it, and she didn't want to lose her illusion as a confident lesbian.

"Janis, it's time," Damian ignored her protesting as he slammed a box down, grabbing a Bratz doll and a Dora doll. He then went on to explain that, once upon a time, Janis and Regina were best friends. He then went on to explain why they had stopped being friends. He explained how Regina had kissed her at a party, even though she knew how Janis felt, and then he explained how Regina outed her to the party-goers and then her class using a TY baby she named 'Sissy-Liz.' (Y/n) looked at the ground with her brows furrowed. "Now you know, Cady and (Y/n), you can never trust Regina George." And thus the revenge party began.

During lunch on Monday morning, (Y/n) ignored the looks that Regina gave her. She was mad at Regina for hurting Cady in an attempt to make her jealous. She was mad it worked, and she was even more upset that she used Gretchen and Karen to try to make Regina jealous. As Janis sat next to her, (Y/n) smiled at the girl before leaning over to wipe off the paint that smeared over Janis's cheek. At the action, she saw Regina storm out. So, in an attempt to finally talk to Regina, she excused herself and followed the blonde out of the cafeteria. "What's your problem, Regina? What the fuck is up with the Sissy-Liz and why did you kiss Aaron?" (Y/n) questioned loudly, stopping the girl down the hall.

Regina looked around at everyone with a glare, pulling (Y/n) into the classroom beside her, thankful it was empty. (Y/n) stared at her for a long moment as Regina glanced her up and down with a glare. In a weak moment, (Y/n) thought about pushing her against the door she just closed and kiss her. "What's my problem? You're the one flirting with everyone at this damn school. And why do you care who I kiss? You're the one who is all over Janis Imi'ike." Regina said Janis's name in disgust as she narrowed her eyes. Then it clicked in (Y/n) that Regina was, in fact, jealous. "Besides, I only kissed Aaron. It's not like we got back together. We talked that night and he likes Cady, for whatever reason." Regina looked away, pretending not to know why Aaron liked Cady. Everyone knew Cady was incredibly sweet and pretty.

Blinking, (Y/n) shook her head in slight frustration. "Wait, you and Aaron only kissed? Also, when are you going to realize that I only like you? I'm pissed that I still love you. You left me at a fucking party, Regina, but I'm still into you. And no matter how much you hurt me, I still want you. Do you know how fucked up that is for me?" (Y/n) sniffed as she tried to hold back her tears. She was not going to cry over this. Again. She refused to.

Regina's mouth was agape as she forced herself to look away from (Y/n). Her jaw clenched, and she felt her own tears welling in her eyes. Only these were real tears, not the fake tears she usually used on people. "I feel bad about leaving you at that party. I should have never done that. Last night, I had a reflection on the treadmill and I realized… I've hurt a lot of people. Most of all, I hurt you at that party because I was scared you would leave me for that college guy. I want to make it up to them, starting with you. I want a second chance." Regina confessed, not knowing how (Y/n) was going to react. "I want to apologize, first. So, I'm sorry." Regina swallowed thickly.

(Y/n) stood there in silence for a moment, thinking about how Regina had left her, drunk at the party with no one she knew. It had stung, but here Regina was, pulling out the stinger. Nodding slowly, she took Regina's hand, intertwining their fingers. Neither of them looked at each other, the silence becoming louder than either anticipated. "I forgive you, and I'll give you a second chance. But I can't just bounce back to being your girlfriend. You can, however; ask me on a date… I will only accept if you promise to apologize to Cady and Janis though. You don't have to do it this second or even today, but you still need to say sorry." (Y/n) said, her thumb running over Regina's knuckles.

Regina felt a bit odd, feeling soft like this. She knew it was the right thing to do though. She really cared about (Y/n) and hated seeing her and Cady rush to escape the Halloween party because of her actions. So, the expectation of apologizing to the girls was only fair. "Okay, I will. I promise. And thank you." Regina whispered. The two stayed there for long moments before they were finally forced to separate, having skipped their last two periods to stand together in silence. As they left, Regina gave (Y/n)'s hand one final squeeze, ready to try again with her. (Y/n) smiled with a nod, ready to tell Janis, Damian, and Cady all about Regina and her unexpected apology.

#regina george x reader #regina george #mean girls x reader #mean girls

[saintblk]

CAMBOY!DICK GRAYSON

contains: sexual content, vulgar language, black coded!afab!reader

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT

CAMBOY!DICK GRAYSON who consistently finds himself trending on twitter. y'all did not hear this from me, but twitter porn was where i found the best porn. he wears a poorly made, cheap, half-face batman mask he found in the costume aisle of a target. he snorted and placed it in his cart but found it absolutely hilarious using it to keep his anonymity as a camboy months later.

CAMBOY!DICK GRAYSON turns his webcam on after a stressful night of crime fighting and comes to the conclusion that he needs to unwind. the tips quickly roll in as soon as his live starts, causing him to break into that toothy grin that makes everyone swoon and keyboard smash in the comments. during some casual small talk, he reaches into his boxers and pulls out his member to stroke. a groan or two break out of his throat every so often until the conversation ends because all he can focus on is the feeling of his hand wrapped around his shaft, pumping desperately for release.

CAMBOY!DICK GRAYSON who meets you while picking little damian up from school. it just so happens you're there to pick up your little brother as well, and you're dressed in the smallest skirt and tightest crop top. turns out you were new to gotham and moved in with your family while paying off your college debt. every inch of you seemed to be glistening, and the scent of your cocoa butter moisturizer filled his head with sinful thoughts. so in true dick grayson manner, he manages to charm you into bring your little brother over to make nice with damian, who seems utterly mortified at the thought. you accept anyway with a cheeky smile and put your number into dick's phone.

CAMBOY!DICK GRAYSON has you bent over nearly every surface of his apartment soon enough. he's completely infatuated with you and baffled at what was supposed to be a fling becoming far more. the hold you had on him was beyond that of your tight cunt clenching around his length, though that was part of it. dick finds himself allowing you to do what no other woman had done. he lets you stay the night, let's you make breakfast after some life-changing morning sex. he even allows you to parade around his apartment with just his shirt on while he simply takes in the view.

CAMBOY!DICK GRAYSON who makes love to you on camera for all his fans to see. he's got you wearing a cat-woman mask just as poorly made as his own, that tickles his face just a bit whenever he leans down to kiss you. his fingers intertwine with your's as you wrap your legs around his waist to keep him inside you. he fucks you with reckless abandon and makes you lose all rational thought. he cums with you that night, planting soft kisses on your warm skin and whispering secret 'i love yous' meant only for your ears.

CAMBOY!DICK GRAYSON is exceptionally good at aftercare. as soon as he shuts the camera off, he's slipping the mask off and scooping you up in his arms to run the two of you a warm bath. it soothes your sore muscles, and hearing his words of praise make you feel like you're on cloud nine.

"so good for me..." he hums with a peck to the shell of your ear. "did so well, baby."

you bite your lip and sink into his hold just as he urges you to talk about your day. you ramble about any and everything and camboy!dick listens as though every word you speak is worth more than gold. any moment with you is treasured by him considering his job as nightwing kept him from you during the nights. camboy!dick relishes in the tranquility of it all and basks in the moment. there and then is when he decides holding you in his arms is a far better alternative to winding down than webcamming ever was.

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#dick grayson x reader #dick grayson x black reader #dick grayson smut #nightwing x reader #nightwing x black reader #nightwing smut #dc comics x reader #dc comics x black reader #dc comics smut #꒰ slim’s works ꒱ #collection :: misc.

[periswirl]

Golden Trio as Kents

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The Justice League was on edge. Well, they were suspicious.

Superman had been strange the past few weeks. He and the other Supers had been taking increased trips to Smallville. People had begun to worry something had happened to the Kent elders but after Flash had tearfully asked after their health they'd been reassured that they were as fit as ever.

Which begs the question as to why they were constantly in Smallville. Batman, as usual, asked his sons due to their close relationship to the Superboys. Damian and Tim were not helpful.

Though that did confirm that this was a non threatening civilian issue considering his sons had essentially laughed in his face (or rather they'd brushed him off which was the same in the Batclan, unless you were Jason or Stephanie who literally laugh in his face).

Eventually Bruce decided to bite the bullet and ask Clark. He'd held off this long because everytime he approached Clark buzzed with excited energy like a hyperactive golden retriever and Bruce did not have the energy to deal with that.

He'd come to regret his decision after Clark simply led him to the Kent farm and introduced him to his new siblings.

As a father Bruce loved his kids. He did not, however, like them. It sounds horrible but while Bruce would easily lay down his life for his children without a second thought he would never be friends with them had they met on the streets, matter of fact, he'd cross the road to avoid them.

His children were mean and teenagers. He'd heard enough of their casual 'roasts' at galas to know that they'd reduce people to tears (and they had, on multiple occasions).

All of this to say, Bruce was horrified to learn that Clark had cursed his life with three more terrors who had made friends with his hellspawn. Now his manor was ground zero for even more shenanigans.

Turns out when many highly trained teenagers with a myriad of powers gathered together they caused mass destruction. He'd already bailed the Young Justice + the Kent kids out of jail six times and they were banned for life from every Olive Garden nationwide even AFTER a heavy 'tip' ( made at the begest Tim, Danny, and Bart. All three of whom were devastated when that didn't work.)

Bruce had started making a game out of pushing them onto whatever unsuspecting Justice League member was in the wrong place at the wrong time when they were in his care. Plastic Man had started diving through any avaliable opening when Batman walked by after getting caught six times.

But honestly as he sat with the Justice League watching them beat the ever-loving shit out of Ra's Al Ghul he felt a swell of pride for the group of kids who were coming into their own.

"Aren't they the cutest?" Clark asked as Sam curb stomped the man. The amount of side eyes he received from the rest of the League made Batman laugh out loud (read; quirk his lip).

"Hn"

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#My dad once told me he loved me but he'd never be my friend if he had the choice #and i thought thatvwas very Batman Vibes™️ #My Batman is very Battinson and i feel like he'd cry if a teenager was mean to him #i like my men a litrle pathetic what can I say #i also feel like the Trio and the YJ would 100% bully people #Only people who deserve it obviously #like rich people #and the Justice League #and Darla at Olive Garden #she knows what she did #dc x dp #dp x dc #dpxdc #dcxdp #my post #DPDCCropCircles

[dairy-farmer]

For today's contrived set up: What if Bruce got his hands on one of those reality warping Fix One Mistake sort of magical devices. The sort that always come at a cost but compel you to use them?

And maybe... Bruce is feeling particularly low. The family is once again splintered. Jason is killing again. Gotham on the verge of once AGAIN erupting into turf wars. And? As he holds the damn thing? All he can do is think of better times.

He knows better.

He knows he knows better.

He needs to put the damn thing in the foam lined box, seal it, and bring it to JLA Dark for containment. Just... put it down. Close the lid. That's... that's all... he has... to do...

But instead?

For the briefest moment? His iron will slips. He is human. A father. Instead of a Symbol. He wishes... WANTS, deep in his heart. And that's all the statue needs. Reality rewrites. He is destroyed. Everything destroyed. And a new version of themselves replace them.

Can't be You with a different past after all~

Only those protected from Magic would notice the difference. And even them, only to a certain extent. People like Jason. Who has the All Blades.

But what did Bruce wish for? What else? That Jason never died.

So in a blink, Jason is Red Robin. Damian his successor. No pit rage, no Red Hood, not fractured family. Bruce, lighter then he has been in over a decade. Jason left reeling from new memories, shoved in his head.

And... and no Tim.

Jason took his Life. In an ironic twist of everything he'd ever accused Timber's off, in the heat of his madness. Jason is now living Tim's life. Stole it. Now JASON'S the Replacement. And only he remembers.

Everything seems happy. Gotham lighter, the world brighter. But where the fuck is Timbers?

Jason looks. Tries not to lose his mind. Finds him. And one of Bruce's shindigs. Standing awkwardly, desperate to sit down, as he tries to keep weight of his sprained ankle. His Mother too busy networking along side her... SECOND husband? What the hell happen- Jason decides he doesn't care. Sweeps in and steals Tim away.

Tim looks Star struck.

Is thinner, less muscled, yet somehow softer then Jason has ever seen him. Hang off Jason's every word. No way the little stalker doesn't Know. But Jason could care less. Is determined to weasel into Timmers life. Family is family, after all.

That's, at least, what he tells himself.

But? The longer it goes on? The more meet ups? Hang outs? Dinners and brunches and movie nights, he goes too? The less... brotherly, his feeling are. Tim talks to him about his dreams. Has hopes, is open and laughs freely. Isn't some traumatized little Bruce clone. Jason... likes it.

Finds his hands lingering. Eyes drifting, caressing. He starts wondering.

Tim, brilliant and observant as he is? Notices. Responds with tight little shorts that start covering less and less. Loose shirts, that get bigger, slide from shoulders and drape open, easier. Legs thrown casually into his lap.

They dance around each other.

Like... like normal people do. Jason feels giddy. Thoughts of Saturday night dinners and getting hands on the couch, haunting him. He buys nice sheets. Gets a proper apartment. Invites Tim over.

Plans to ask him out properly.

Gets kissed senseless then eagerly blown the second the door was closed, instead. They spend the weekend making sure there's not a surface of his new home that Jason HASN'T pinned Tim too and pumped his guts against.

Jason gets to play normal. Be young and in love.

Tim gets to be unspeakably horny for Robin.

They fuck like rabbits.

Does Tim remember too? Who's to say! Maybe this is his retirement. Maybe not. But he's happy, getting laid on the regular, and probably gonna be a dad before long if Jason keeps forgetting to buy birth control.

Life is fantastic.

-🐼🐼🐼

aw jason seeking tim out in a world where tim was nver part of their lives 🥺<3

#answered asks #asks #anonymous #jaytim

[kierancaz]

Listen I do not ship Jon and Damian.

But if dc is trying to convince us that they wouldn’t work as a couple they are doing a horrible fucking job at it.

Also literally what the fuck is the dc timeline right now bc I’m literally so confused bc on one hand we have like the new Wonder Woman series which is like far enough in the future for Lizzie to be either a teen or young adult and Damian is Batman and Jon is Superman but then we also have the Batman and Robin series where Damian literally just started high school so like wtf is this Dawn of Dc reboot doing and where are we.

Whatever the fuck happened in Future State is lowkey like bothering me now even tho at the time I was really happy bc we got Yara (which I’m still happy about bc I love her and I want more stuff with her in it) but also I feel like jumping ahead in the timeline was a bad decision bc now it’s all fucked up and weird.

Ngl I haven’t really read the new Wonder Woman series, I started it but didn’t get too far bc I was reading on my phone and there were just sooo many text boxes I wanted to wait until I can get it in graphic novel form. But I see pages from it and stuff (of Damian and Jon raising Lizzie) that are like 5, 10, idk years in the future bc we’re watching Lizzie be grow up and it just makes me go ??? Bc Lizzie is going to be a permanent character (I’m assuming) but they’re just kinda skipping over all of her life ?? And also fast forwarding Damian and Jon’s ??? And if they’re gonna keep with Damian and Jon raising her then they NEED to be fast forwarded in their stories for Lizzie/Trinity to exist. I think Lizzie has had a comic before this (I remember casually comics made a video on it) but Lizzie was a full adult and Damian and Jon were already Batman and Superman so like. Idk the only way Lizzie seems to be able to exist is by cutting out years of story from Damian and Jon and also as someone who doesn’t want Damian to end up as Batman it’s kinda like with Lizzie’s existence it just kinda seals it in stone that Damian is going to be Batman.

#I know I know Damian’s character was literally created to be Batman’s successor or whatever but I just don’t like it ok #I think he should get to define who he wants to be as a vigilante outside of some preexisting mantel of Robin or Batman #and I know that’s probably not going to happen because dc loves it’s legacy characters or whatever but PLEASE #and also I think it’s kinda annoying that Trinity exist bc now we’re probs not gonna get any more Yara comics #like we have the one but we’re probs not getting anymore bc she was branded as the ‘next Wonder Woman’ in future state #but now she’s been like demoted to wonder girl which she is a grown woman so I think that’s a bit dumb and also Cassie is still wonder girl #at least I’m pretty sure she is #idk time for real tags now #wonder woman #wonder woman 2023 #damijon #jondami #jonathan kent #damian wayne #lizzie prince #trinity dc #batman #superman #superboy #robin dc #damian al ghul #jonathan samuel kent #yara flor #wonder girl #bruce wayne #diana prince #diana of themyscira #clark kent #dc comic #dc comics

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Kiss Me More | Ch 3 | { Eau D'bedroom Dancing}

Chapter Summary: 🔞A curious Robin perches on your windowsill. AN: New to posting fics on Tumblr, feel free to read here or over on Ao3 under the username VenusCrytraps. Same bat time, same bat channel.

{Trigger warning/Themes Masterlist}

I'm in the sky when I'm on the floor The world's a mess and you're my only cure There's no time for me to act mature The only words I know are "more", "more" and "more"

Your phone was still on its charger, and it was definitely not ringing.

You had hoped that the absurdity of your lie and subsequent exit would mean that they would drop their crusade. It would have been par for the course for your family. Despite the fact that you should mostly be out the other side of it, they were used to your teenage drama. While they still certainly cared about you, there was no denying that your troubles, secrets and even lies were likely far from the baseline of what they would consider concerning.

The tension in your shoulders rolls off of you with the sleeves of your robe. The silk pools around your feet, your fingers twitching for the hem of your shirt before you pause. With an annoyed groan, you face your fluttering curtains and the chill breeze that carried them. Your window hadn’t been open a second ago. 

“Damian, I swear to god-“

“Not quite.” Your eldest brother interjects, vaulting over the windowsill. With catlike balance, he perches on it with a stabilizing crouch. He’s wearing that smile again, the one that manages to convey a confidence that he was allowed to invade your personal space in such an insane way, while also boyish and sheepish enough to convince you not to be mad about his assumed welcome.

The wind rustles his slightly damp hair. His eyes glint with the usual mischief, and something else you’d rather not place. He doesn’t move. Just crouches there with his wrists resting on the caps of his knees, a knowing smile on his face.

You may not have the training he does, but you don’t need refined Robin instincts to know that your big brother clearly knows something and was trying to see if you were going to play along.

“So, do you want to talk about it, or are you going to keep acting suspicious?” His attitude is playful and teasing, but there’s something more serious underneath. Something that makes your senses tingle and your stomach flip.

It’s so fucking unfair, to have to witness his athleticism up close. You can see the way his muscles move under his skin as he steps off of the windowsill and into your room, moving from his crouch to lean back against the ledge. He watched you the way he did when you two were younger, with a casualness that was usually reserved between two siblings of the same gender. Like he was expecting you to keep undressing.

If things normal, maybe you would. You would slip off your frilly rich girl pajamas and pad over to your dresser for a department store bra and opaque tights. You could ask him which perfectly pressed skirt went with which blouse, and might even kneel before you and help you slip on a designer shoe with a modest heel. As if he were your own prince charming. But that was before. Before your mouth started going dry at the sight of him applying chapstick. Before the sight of him without a shirt literally made your mouth water. Before the awful ache in your core that refused to go away in the presence of a man you’d known for the majority of your life.

You stand there, your hands hover at the hem of your shirt as you quite visibly weighed the pros and cons of winning this particular game of chicken. Forcing yourself to relax, you casually saunter over him. You refuse to drop your guard, no matter how much worse this could get. Don’t give anything else away. Just because he knows something doesn’t mean that he knows about Jason, and even if he does, he might not be aware of just how far you two went. It’s fine. And probably nothing.

“Don’t you just look like the cat that got the canary.” Crossing your arms over your chest, you lean forward with a look on your face that is all business. “So. What’ll it be?”

Dick is leaning forward enough for you to reach out gently pinch his cheek without much effort. His gaze softens as it meets yours. His eyes are not searching yours, it feels more akin to…gazing, in a way you don’t think you’re ready to unpack. “What’ll what be?” He asks, leaning into your touch.

“The price of your silence.” You hum, flattening your palm against his warm cheek. One of his hands wraps around your wrist to keep it there. His skin is so soft and clear. You’re as jealous as you are charmed.

Laughter bubbles up from the back of his throat, and you do your best to beat back the warmth that wraps around your heart. “How nouveau-riche of you, baby bird,” 

Leaning back up, he allows his fingers to slip, the pads of the warm digits brushing against the sensitive skin inside your wrist on his way to hold your hand. “This guy you’re hooking up with must’ve been pretty good, if you’re being this secretive about him.”

You try not to let the relief you feel manifest on your face. At this point, you’re so full of it, it might as well start coming out of your pores.

“You know what dad is like. We may not be blood related, but he still thinks of me as a little girl. If he finds out I’m hooking up at all, he’ll go on a rampage.”

Removing your hand from his, you run your nails along your scalp. You don’t think you can handle so much direct contact with Dick when he looked at you like this. You try to snuff the building tension by collapsing back onto your bed somewhat dramatically. You bounce.

“I don’t get why that matters to you,” Dick mused, pushing off of the ledge to stand a little taller, and he walks towards you, his toned arms bulging under the sleeves of his well fitting t-shirt as he crossed them. “You’re your own person. You don’t owe him an explanation about your sex life.”

While you’re focused on staring directly into the bulb of your bedroom chandelier, Dick approaches the edge of the bed. He leans forward, looming over you. As he blocks your light, you realize in horror that your attempt to burn out your own retinas is as unsuccessful as it is short lived. You can still make out his gorgeous features. You’re so fucking doomed. He looks at you pointedly and his lips curve into a sly smile. “Oh my God, are you in love?”

The fear that your over dramatic behavior might be communicating something way worse than the actual truth makes you bolt straight up in bed. “I’m not in love! I just…don’t think Bruce would exactly approve, you know?”

Rolling away, you continue your slow speed chase by sitting on the other side of the bed. You begin to unfurl your hair, desperate to focus on anything other than the scent of Dick’s body wash and the way the beads of water in his hair catch the light. “Come on, BB. You used to tell me everything. Who’s got you all twisted up into knots?”

His eyes soften as he watches you, the way your fingers twitched nervously as you unbraid your hair. You don’t give him an answer, and he sighs. The bed dips behind you with the weight of another person. Dick settles behind you and reaches out.

“You know, I could help you with that.” He offers.

His large, warm hands engulf yours and pull them from your tangled nest, and you allow yourself to relax as his fingers help unbraid your hair.

It’s a quiet moment, almost peaceful. You nearly forget why you were tense in the first place as he works at a leisurely speed behind you. It brings back memories of picture days, dance recitals and galas, when Dick would help take your meticulously styled hair down before bed. “You’re still really good at this,” You comment, lost in your head.

“I’m good at a lot of things,” Dick teases, and you cannot help but flush at the joke.

He plucks at your braid, dexterous hands gently teasing and working out the knots that have formed over time. His tone is warm and playful. 

“You know,” Your eyes widen when you feel him lean in from behind, his lips brushing the shell of your ear. “We don’t always have to act so…” He pauses, either trying to find the words or savoring the anticipation that builds up within you as you wait for them. Knowing Dick, it’s probably the latter. “Sibling-y.”

He was notorious with flirting. Be it an investor, an interviewer, or you- it never mattered. He often did it to get smiles out of you when you were younger, bringing you trinkets and flowers. Not much has changed since then, as he had always been happy to play the role Bruce had assigned him to- your kind, attentive ‘older brother’. You were used to it. Or rather, you should be used to it. You didn’t know if it was something in the air, or your newfound proclivity for daydreaming of racy subjects- but there was something about this time that felt different. Charged. 

It wasn’t like the usual adorable dynamic you’d cultivated over the years. Even as your childhood crush on him matured. Even as you matured. You wonder what had changed between then and now, unsure if the swell of your breasts and rounding of your hips could truly be so influential. You stare forward, not noticing the way he gently inhaled the scent of your shampoo. 

“How should we act?” You ask, unable to let the silence grow any longer.

“Depends,” He hums, his tone turning from mischievous to almost gentle.

“…On what?” You ask quietly- and far too hopeful. You twiddle your thumbs as you await his answer, but it never comes.

“All done.” Dick says moments later, reluctantly drawing back his hands as he admired his work- your hair sufficiently unbraided and detangled.

The mood doesn’t shift, so you try to force it. Turning towards him, you conjure up a smile that you hope is bright and grateful. “Thanks.”

You don’t expect Dick to pull you into his lap, his hand cupping your jaw from behind. You pout as his fingers press into your cheeks, and he laughs at your expression. 

“Dick,” You whine, and his heart fucking skips.

“After all the work I’ve done, a simple ‘thanks’ is all I get?” It’s not right. He knows that it isn’t, but you’re not the same girl he used to weave flower crowns for. You’re different. Softer. Older. It drives him mad.

“Oh my god. Fine,” You manage to say, though it’s hard with him squeezing your face like this. Dick likes the way you roll your eyes, but he’d much rather see them roll back. 

You know what he wants. Or you think you do. Leaning your head back against his chest, you reach up to grab his face and press a kiss to his cheek. It’s hard to do this while sitting in his lap, with your back to his chest- and you somehow manage to catch the corner of his lips.

If you weren’t a total sicko, you might have just brushed off your terrible aim. But you’re you, and you’re young, and your body is telling your brain to do all sorts of things you might not agree with in hindsight. His hand falls from your face to rest gently on your collarbone, your skin warming under his palm. His free arm is wrapped around your waist, and it tightens imperceptibly. 

Dick leans down, his eyes darkening as he brushes his lips against yours once. Then twice.

Even upside down, in this awkward, god awful position- your eyes are so gorgeous. They seem to almost sparkle with the same hope, confusion and desire that twists inside of him. You haven’t learned to keep your emotions in check. He thinks it’s what he likes most about you. It’s so easy to trust in you, to guess what you’re thinking and how you’re feeling. There’s no manipulating or schooling your expression, because you’re not a hero, an assassin, or a ‘girl-in-the-chair’. You’re just you. Perfect, civilian, you.

He expects you to recoil at his attention, but you don’t. There’s this wistful look in your eyes, as if you were trying to figure out if you were dreaming. And he can’t help but wonder.

Did you dream about him?

Your eyes slip shut as you lean back against him, dropping your chin. His fingers gently play with the ribbon at the neckline of your frilly pajama top. The blue silk end of the thin bow wraps around his index finger, and the fabric slides with the slightest amount of pressure. One twitch of his hand and the bow is undone, the neckline of your shirt falling open to the first pearlescent button.

And you’re sitting there, in silence. Letting him toy with the thought of undressing you.

Dick leans down, this time opting to press his lips against the junction of your neck and shoulder. He savors the way you shudder. How your knuckles turn white as they curl in the material of your shorts.

“Was it a good date, at least?” He mumbles after a long while, breaking the gentle silence.

“Dick,” You sigh. Half pleased, half annoyed. He chuckles against the side of your neck as he continues a trail of experimental kisses. Where at first they seemed feather light, each one began to grow more tangible than the last. You don’t know when the three uppermost buttons of your top came undone, but you know it must have, if you can already feel his lips against your bare shoulder.

“Did he make you come?”

The silence following his bold question rang louder than before. 

“I saw you this morning. Bundling up your dirty sheets and trying to squirrel them away into the washer before Alfred got to them.” Dick explained, his lips moving against your shoulder. “Whoever he is. I know he fucked you.”

You don’t think you’ve ever heard him like this before. Vulgar. Possessive. Dark. “I’m gonna ask one more time, baby bird.” His voice dropped low as his touch settled over your clothed breast. “Did he make you come?”

Wetting your lips with your tongue, you could only nod, unable to join him in breaking the unspoken agreement that had been starting to form between the two of you.

“Hard?” Dick asks, his thumb gently brushing against one of your nipples. The attention makes it peak beneath your thin cotton night shirt.

“What does that even mean?” You ask, chuckling breathlessly at the absurdity of the question. Dick doesn’t join you in laughter as he tweaks your pebbled nipple between his forefinger and thumb.

“Did your toes curl? Did your eyes screw shut?” He nipped at your ear, shifting you in his lap. You don’t think that you’re sitting on his Escrima. “Did you chirp for him, baby bird?”

“I don’t chirp, Dick,” You mumble. The emphasis on his name is a cheap shot, but you’d do just about anything to bury the mixture of embarrassment and arousal that churns within you.

“Oh no?” You should have known better than to challenge him. He presses his nose into your hair as the hand secured around your waist descends over your stomach and downwards, into the waistband of your shorts.

You manage to slap a hand over your mouth, whining into your fingers as his own sample the wetness between your thighs. Even in this moment, you refuse to let him win. It brings a smile to his lips as he kisses your temple. 

“So stubborn,” he tuts. “And yet? So wet.” 

He sinks a finger into you, and he groans softly at the sensation. Another broken moan escapes you, but he doesn’t bother stopping to scold you as he begins to pump his soaked digit in and out of you.

“You can take another, can’t you?” Dick asks softly, now using the same gentle tone from when he was braiding your hair. He whispers praise into your ear as you nod again, and a second finger soon joins the first, sliding into your slippery cunt.

“So good for me, gorgeous.” You were an absolute sight to him, flushed and panting through your fingers as you tried to keep yourself quiet- perhaps holding onto some juvenile sense of plausible deniability, that this would be so much easier to process if you kept it inside. He just knows you’re aching for it. Why else would you be rocking yourself into the palm of his hand? 

Dick wished he could get a good look at you, but your mirror is positioned all wrong and is much too far away. He figures he’ll have to make do with the feeling of your greedy cunt sucking on his warm digits, and the soft wet sounds that fill the room as he fucks you with his fingers a little faster.

“God, you’re so worked up…” The heel of his palm brushes against your throbbing clit, and you chase the friction as much as he’ll let you. Every time you try to jerk towards his hand, he hooks his fingers into a spot that makes you cry out. You barely register the satisfied chuckle that leaves him at his discovery, but you manage to force your ass back against him in retaliation.

The groan that leaves him is one of pure suffering. He’s just dying to be inside you, but he can’t make himself cross that line just yet. 

The sounds you make are downright evil, but he savors them for the cold shower he’s going to have to take after this. He kisses along your flushed shoulders as you begin to shake in his arms, your hands clutching at his working forearm. “D…Dick. Dick, I…Don’t stop. Please. Please-“

“It’s alright, pretty bird. I have you.” He promises, bucking his fingers faster into you. Before long, you’re crying out his name, your lips quivering with the strength of the climax that rolls through you. 

“Fuck. There it is. Good girl.” Dick offers a string of lusty praises against your neck, not daring to remove his fingers until your twitching thighs (mostly) stop. Your eyes are screwed shut as you attempt to catch your breath. Dick draws his fingers to his mouth and sucks on them as if they were covered in honey.

They might as well have been.

“That was amazing, baby bird. I knew you’d sound good for me.” He coos at you some more, telling you how lovely you were for him. How soft and beautiful and tight. You’re just beginning to relax against him when your eyes snap open, another whine escaping you as he dips his fingers back into your soaked core.

“I could listen to you chirp all day.”

There's no fear when I'm in my room It's so clear and I know just what I want to do Eau d'bedroom dancing To you, I wanna say you're my thing...

#v.fic #dick grayson x reader #dick grayson x you #nsft

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Happy WIP Wednesday everyone! And no, no I’m not giving you Constantine early, because I think it’s funny to make you all wait 😈

How about a little Danny instead to get y’all ready for chapter 12 (which is just over half done, so we’re moving along swimmingly!)?

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Never Make A Promise You Can’t Keep

Harley had gotten back just before Sam had to leave, with perfect timing to see her to the door actually.

The look on Pamela Manson’s face when Harley kissed Sam on each cheek and waved her off would keep Danny warm on cold nights.

A quick check of flight times back to Massachusetts (like Danny wasn’t going to take shortcuts) confirmed that Tucker could have one more night in Gotham.

Tim immediately offered to put him up in Wayne Manor again, clearly not allowing the chance to slip by him two nights in a row. Tucker was only too happy to accept, although Steph and Cass begged off.

Probably for their hero patrols. Danny wasn’t exactly sure how many vigilantes Gotham had, there seemed to be a new one every few months, but having six of them at the gala last night probably meant all the rest had been out.

Obviously Red Robin wouldn’t be out tonight either, but there were enough of them to cover for each other.

Danny was kinda jealous of that. It had been just him for so long, and then him and Valerie, which hadn’t been better until she stopped hunting him too. He’d have loved a night off.

Still, their numbers meant that Jason probably wouldn’t need to go back to the night life unless he actually wanted to. He was definitely still built for it, but Danny couldn’t imagine anyone wanted to ask him to.

Most of the bats had clearly had their own run ins with death, but Jason’s had stuck in ways even Danny knew he didn’t quite get.

Jason had been so tense at just the thought of Danny being a teen hero. It wasn’t like that’d get easier when it was his little siblings swinging from rooftops.

Danny’s hero career might have started with his own death, but he personally was of the opinion that that’d be a perfectly fine reason to end one too.

So Dick, Steph, and Cass headed out not too long after Sam, and Danny wasn’t exactly surprised when Jason’s background angst jumped.

He’d stayed on edge since Danny and Bruce got back, even when Harley told them Bruce was off dealing with his own shit and probably wouldn’t be out of his room all night.

Danny’d bet fifty bucks that the arrival of Constantine actually meant Bruce was in the Bat Cave being suspicious, but he wasn’t gonna say it.

Tim had shown them to a games room, for all that he’d apparently also moved out. He still knew where everything was, and soon had them hooked up for Mariokart on the biggest TV Danny ever saw.

They’d played a couple rounds (Harley was expectedly devastating with red shells) and while Danny and Tucker were having fun, he could feel Jason stressing.

Like, even if he stuck his fingers in his ears and ignored the aura. The guy was tensed so tight his shoulders strained at his shirt, which woulda been visually interesting if Danny didn’t know why.

Cass was one near death experience from slipping back across the boundary for good.

Cass was off punching criminals with rocket launchers in body armour and spandex.

Duke was probably actually in bed, Signal did morning patrols, and Damian was obstinately refusing to play video games with them perched on the back of the couch, but still.

Dick and Steph had both given one life to the cause too, and for all Dick was a cop and in danger on his day job too, cops pretty famously showed up after the vigilantes ended the party.

More than half Jason’s immediate family were back in the line of fire and Danny could practically taste Jason’s Obsession eating away at him.

As much as he tried to pretend he was playing along and gave a shit about winning, the controller creaked in his hands more than a couple casual races should allow.

So, yeah, if he couldn’t get Jason to crack a smile with this one, he was gonna gently bow them both the fuck outta the manor.

He kept half an eye on Tim, who had a glass of water.

“Hey, you guys heard the theory about Batman?” He asked casually, just as another round of Mariokart started.

Jason kicked him in the ankle but otherwise ignored him, which was fair. He’d been exposed to Danny’s bullshit.

Tim stiffened and then forced himself to relax, Tucker rolled his eyes and jostled Danny from his other side, but it was Harley who answered.

Innocent as the day she was born.

“Oh? What? Is it that he’s a lizardman? Cuz I got right up on that cowl and he’s definitely a mammal,” she said casually, not even looking away from the screen.

Danny was pretty sure he heard Damian almost slip off his perch.

He was a little bit in love with Harley Quinn. He should get her number for Jazz, maybe his big sister would learn to have a little fun.

Grinning broad and only half fake, he drifted a turn to pick up a double item from under Tucker’s nose.

“Shit, yeah, you might actually know! It’s his secret identity!” He exclaimed cheerfully, and felt the tension in the room ratchet up.

From Tim and Damian. Jason… still wasn’t paying attention.

Not like he was deeply immersed in the game, for all he kept up he was nowhere near the speed demon that handed Danny his ass the night before.

Hmm. Better get his attention.

Tim and Damian had already settled again, probably remembering he was already In The Know even if Tucker wasn’t, and Harley had given him a very knowing look right before she fire flowered him.

Almost ready.

He waited until Tim had taken a hasty sip of water on a calm stretch, nudged Jason in the shins, and made sure he was louder than the music.

“So d’you think it’s possible that Markiplier’s Batman?”

Tim sprayed water across the couch, Harley fucking cackled, and Jason snapped his head around to stare at Danny so hard he cricked his neck.

Danny red shelled him for good measure, just so he wasn’t missing anything on screen.

Tucker rolled his eyes, also deeply deeply used to Danny’s bullshit and much more interested in gaming revenge.

“Fuck off Danny, Markiplier isn’t even a Gothamite,” he said disdainfully and Danny shook his head, grinning.

“That’s why it’s the perfect cover. I mean, Batman wants to keep his secret identity a secret, right? So having an identity that very publicly “isn’t in Gotham” makes perfect sense!” He argued cheerfully.

Jason half snorted a laugh beside him, picking back up and speeding his way back into the race. Across the couch Tim wiped his face, still catching his breath.

“I fucking hate that that made sense,” he moaned, and Harley cackled again.

“Nah, he’s got a point! How does anyone know where a youtuber lives? We only see one room!” She agreed cheerfully, clearly leaning in.

It was so nice to have a true showwoman in the crowd.

Damian looked angry in the confused way now, and Danny would hazard a guess he didn’t watch youtube at all, let alone a lets player. That might have made it funnier, had there been no other concerns.

Beside him Jason huffed out another dry chuckle, shaking his head with the barest hint of a smile.

“I can’t believe Batman has an OnlyFans,” he said in a solemn, almost sorrowful voice… and dropped a blue shell.

Tim groaned like his soul had gone with it, clinging desperately to his first place lead. Harley cackled and added her own green shells to the mix, dropping all three as they came to the home stretch.

“Don’t forget the calendar of tasteful nudes! All for charity, just what Batsy would like,” she crowed with evident glee, and Tucker snorted a laugh.

“It’d explain all the surgeries,” he agreed reluctantly, and Danny had a sudden, utterly wicked idea.

“Hey… now that Batman’s on OnlyFans, d’you think he’ll convince the whole Justice League to do a pinup calendar, or just the other bats?” He asked innocently, watching said bats from the corner of his eye.

Well, Robins technically, but since only Tim was of age birds didn’t seem appropriate.

Tim himself threw his controller to the ground, abandoning the game and throwing himself over the back of the couch and almost hitting Damian on the way.

Damian definitely hissed at him like a startled cat.

No way Danny imagined that this close to the finish.

Tucker hesitated for a long moment, clearly considering his odds of winning, but when Harley blasted past Tim’s spun out corpse and across the finish line he abandoned his controller too to check on Tim.

Harley was surprisingly good at the game when flopped sideways on her chosen couch, laughing too hard to breathe. Danny breezed into an easy third behind her and Jason, giving the other man an assessing look.

A little wary of reaching out with his aura, especially when Jason was on edge. He didn’t want to make him uncomfortable.

Didn’t want to be too invasive, if he was honest. Danny had… kinda always been the one who was new to aura stuff before. And he’d gotten used to it, in the Ghost Zone.

He’d never spent this much time with another halfa before. Especially not without a single trace of punching or stabbing.

Except in Mariokart, where the Geneva Convention held no sway.

He’d have to get Ellie to give it a shot the next time she came by, she could join them remotely from an internet cafe anywhere on Earth.

Jason had clearly noticed him looking though, and read the concern even without Danny pushing. He gave Danny’s shoulder a gentle bump, a nudge of fine-stop worrying alongside.

Danny nudged back, his own disbelief tinged with understanding-empathy-worried too.

But, that was kinda the other thing… the thing he didn’t really want to bring up around the other bats just yet.

And while Jason had smiled, Danny didn’t think he’d mind them dipping out.

Faking a yawn, he stretched, cracked his back, and looked over to where Tim had rejoined the couch.

“Honestly, I’m beat. I gotta try and get back into a better sleep schedule before classes start,” he said, pulling a face at the self-reminder.

Their break was coming to its end, and then he’d be back into university. His class schedule was flexible, more afternoons than early mornings, but he’d… miss this.

Free time to just spend the whole day hanging out with friends and catching up. Meeting Jason’s family, Jason meeting his.

Danny didn’t actually know what Jason did, whether he was working or going back to school, but it was gonna come up soon.

They had a trip to Frostbite to plan, some ecto shots from Danny’s fridge, and at some point he still had to introduce Jason to Frighty… and probably ask the guy if he wanted to be called that still.

It’d be a little weird to start calling him Halloween or whatever, but frankly him obeying Danny’s orders and calling him “my liege” was way fucking weirder so it’d be fine.

And about four more days before half of Danny’s time would be eaten by lectures, study halls, and projects. Fuck, maybe Jason would give him a hand with those too.

So long as he wasn’t sick of Danny by then.

Another quick glance showed that Jason’s face had reset into that tense almost-scowl again, staring past the TV.

At the other end of the couch, Tim gave a disgruntled huff.

“I’m gonna make you pay for that next time,” he grumbled, shifting to Tucker with an adorable moment of sudden concern. “Do you need me to show you to a room too, or…”

Tucker shook his head with a snicker, giving Danny a side eye.

“Nah, unlike that weakling I got used to the vigilante sleep schedule back in high school. I’m good for a couple more hours at least,” he bragged.

Danny flipped him off, hauling himself to his feet and giving Jason a nudge.

“Yeah, well, this weakling fought a croc last night and needs his sleep. Mind giving me a ride back?” He asked when Jason looked up at him.

Gently offered a touch of easy out-reassurance-trust me.

The deep furrows in Jason’s brows twitched until he caught on and his expression cleared. He nodded quickly and pulled himself to his feet.

“Yeah, we can take my bike.” Then he hesitated and looked a little uncertain. “You never told me where you live.”

It took Danny a moment to realise that… no, he really hadn’t, because that just plain didn’t feel right. But no, he’d met Jason again in that coffee shop, then come to the gala with Sam.

Hadn’t gone home last night, just stopped at one of Jason’s apparently multiple places; at least he was doing better than Danny had thought from the first apartment.

He found himself chuckling at the thought, shaking his head.

“Oh yeah, we’ve only been to your place… I’m at the south dorm at Gotham U, I can give you directions as we get closer,” he offered and Jason nodded.

He felt… weird? Like he was surprised Danny had told him where he lived, and ashamed of being surprised.

Danny decided not to dig into it, offering Jason his arm and bowing like all those Shakespeare plays he knew Jason loved.

“Shall we?”

Jason’s moment of surprise was quickly swallowed by delight and he bowed back, then tucked his hand into Danny’s elbow. Almost definitely knew etiquette better than Danny did, so Danny wasn’t gonna doubt him.

“We shall. I’ll drop you off and head home,” he agreed, then paused and glanced back at Harley.

Whose giggling had completely ended and was now watching them like her favourite sitcom. Chin in hands and all.

“Did you wanna meet up here tomorrow, or…” Jason trailed off, obviously also a little put off by her intensity.

She perked up when addressed, giving him a cheery grin and a double thumbs up.

“Here or th’ station, I don’t mind! Hey, did ya wanna come too, Danny boy?” She asked sweetly, head cocked to the side and just waaaay too innocent.

Not that Danny could work out what she was up to.

“Uh… to do what?” He asked carefully, head cocking to match hers before he noticed and straightened up.

Her grin widened, so she noticed.

“Oh, Jason an’ I are gonna go check on my buddy Waylon, see if we can’t work out what he was doin’ at the gala. If y’ouse threw down he might like ta see ya there?”

Which honestly left Danny at a loss, until Tim explained.

“Killer Croc. His actual name’s Waylon Jones, and he was Harley’s tenant in Coney Island before coming back to Gotham,” he said casually, and Danny stilled.

Felt something cold and all too familiar at the back of his neck. And felt Harley notice it, suddenly predator sharp in a way he hadn’t felt since Skulker was a serious threat.

For the life of him though, he couldn’t put his finger on what he felt, since she didn’t move. Just grinned like she had been all along.

“People called him Killer Croc cuz of his skin condition. He gave up tryin’ ta change their minds,” she said with a light shrug, completely belied by the intensity of her stare.

Danny couldn’t look away until she released him, something satisfied in the quirk of her lip. Like she could feel the sudden well of tension in his chest.

He’d never actually given in to all the things his parents had called Phantom. They’d been ashamed of all of them when the truth came out, and he’d only had to put up with them for a few years.

He tried to imagine decades of it, being called a monster for things he couldn’t control. For nothing more than a weird scaly skin condition.

He couldn’t imagine going full bomb vest over it, but Danny was man enough to admit he might just be a little touchy because of Jason’s death.

Which Waylon might not even know about.

Suddenly he actually did want to know why they’d attacked the gala.

Until now it had just been inevitable, someone was going to so why not them, but… well. He’d felt it under the whole plan, every stupid step.

Jason had trusted Waylon, not Danny, to keep things from getting out of hand. To know that a tussle was part of the fun.

Danny hadn’t planned on asking, but. Yeah.

“I’d like that,” he agreed quickly, nodding, at about the same time as Tucker found his own voice.

“Wait, that’s a skin condition? He’s just like that?” The techie asked sharply, staring around at Tim and Damian to confirm.

And got a disdainful look from Damian back.

“Tt, what else would it be? Do you know many scaled people?” He asked archly.

Danny’s mind snapped directly to Dora and her asshole brother. Knew Tucker’s had gone to the same place a second later.

“More than you’d think,” he and Tucker said in unison, and they shared a grin. If there was one benefit to their fucked up ghost hunting years, it was shutting down smart ass remarks.

Damian only looked more annoyed at being corrected, and Tucker shrugged.

“I thought he mighta been a scientist and tried to fuse himself with a lizard or something, like in Spider-Man,” he elaborated, and Danny kinda hated how much their lives resembled superhero movies.

Not that he’d say that in a room full of bats.

Damian’s brows drew down even further and he sneered, displeasure evident, but Jason cut him off before he could speak.

“Before you make a comment about mad scientists I’m gonna remind you we live in a city with Viktor Fries,” he said dryly and Damian’s mouth snapped shut.

Big brother privileges.

Wouldn’t it be nice if Ellie had given Danny those?

Tucker gave Danny a confused look, and Danny just shrugged back. He didn’t pay much attention to Gotham’s various rogues; he didn’t want to tempt his Obsession.

Tim chimed in again, without actually looking at Tucker which was kinda impressive.

“Dr Freeze. He uses a lot of liquid nitrogen and freeze rays, he’s usually after money or diamonds to try and cure his wife,” he explained with a slight shrug.

Tucker made a confused noise.

“So… couldn’t Bruce just pay him off and keep him from bothering the city?” He asked carefully, glancing around the room.

Jason actually snorted a laugh at that, shaking his head.

“If he could, he would have. What Fries wants isn’t possible yet.”

Not possible for humans. Part of Danny perked up, wondering if Frostbite might have the answers… but no. It wasn’t his job to solve every problem in the world.

Bringing healthy humans to the Zone was iffy. An already sick woman… well, she might get hastened along her journey to the afterlife.

And this was a conversation he really wanted to keep away from, honestly. Gotham’s rogues weren’t his problem. Couldn’t be his problem.

Danny fought ghosts, unkillable entities who enjoyed missile attacks as sport. He wasn’t interested in learning how squishy human rogues were; it had been bad enough with his friends in the line of fire.

Mega pass on being the firing squad.

He almost reconsidered the trip tomorrow, but… he trusted Jason. Trusted Jason knew where he was coming from, and that neither of them wanted to trip Danny’s Obsession.

So he gave the big guy a smile and an elbow nudge, nodding for the door.

“Not that rogue chat isn’t fascinating, but you were taking me to bed?” He asked hopefully, and only realised what he’d said when Harley stuffed half her fist in her mouth to laugh.

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[evilwickedme]

I'd love to hear more Bat social media thoughts if you have any

Oh I absolutely do

Civilian

Twitter:

Bruce, Dick, Cass, Tim, Steph, and Jason all have twitter. The first four have verified accounts (like proper verified, not the shit Musky introduced). Jason's twitter is just something like litlover666

Tim has an extra anonymous account to post absolute shit in and pick fights with. Steph picks fights on main and makes fun of Bruce constantly. Jason posts mostly book reviews with the occasional photo of whatever he's eating right now and recommendation for some mom and pop restaurant in the worst parts of Gotham. He has a cult following

Bruce's account is entirely PR. He doesn't even have the password. Not because he can't be trusted with it but because he doesn't give a fuck. Every once in a while his social media intern asks him for some photo or he texts them about a charity he wants to promote and that's the extent of his involvement

Dick is sporadic with his use. He tweets happy birthdays to everyone including members of the batfam who aren't on Twitter (see Damian) and responds to random @ s a lot

Cass mostly uses it to crosspost videos of herself dancing from Instagram and retweets Steph's shitposting

Instagram:

Duke, Cass, and Steph all have Instagram. Only Cass is verified, because Duke is too new to the batfam. It irritates him more than he'll admit

Again, Cass's insta is mainly photos and videos of her dancing. She also posts a lot of photos with her family tho, especially in embarrassing situations nobody knew she'd managed to capture on camera

Steph uses it mainly to lurk but her friends only stories are a LOT of fun

Duke posts his poetry on there sometimes, but mostly it's a casual Instagram with pictures of friends and family and selfies. He also posts pictures of Damian's pets every once in a while cause he thinks it's a shame Damian is too young to join the platform and post them himself (Damian is like 11 or 12 at most in my mind and Alfred actually enforces the no social media before you're 13 rule)

Tim deleted his finsta when he became Robin cause it was dedicated to Bat content and that was Embarrassing

Tumblr:

Only Steph and Tim have tumblrs. Jason would thrive on here, but he doesn't have time to figure out any other platform beside the one he's on. Neither Steph nor Tim told each other outright they have tumblrs, but they found each other and became mutuals anyway. Tim doesn't use the platform so much anymore, he was way more into it when he was like 13 or 14, but Steph keeps up with ALL the memes. Both accounts are anonymous but Tim has a HUGE following for telling random stories about his life that sound entirely made up except he always provides photographic evidence or some other kind of proof

Tiktok

WE PR made Bruce start a TikTok and he insisted it be a Wayne family TikTok because, again, he Did Not Want To Deal With It. Tim's supposed to be in charge of it but Dick is addicted. He has his own account too but he only ever posts on the Wayne family TikTok account, mostly to brag about his siblings' accomplishments

Cass, again, has a dance-focused account. She once posted herself dancing with Jason and everyone freaked out over who this giant dude is until he was legally brought back to life. Nobody in the batfam knows how she managed to get him to agree to participate but he was actually really good

Dick's personal account is not as active as the Wayne family account but he posts gymnastics there sometimes

Neither Alfred nor Kate are on social media for very different reasons. Babs is on every platform as a lurker, but on Twitter she interacts with Dick and Cass sometimes. Damian isn't allowed yet but once he turns 13 he becomes an absolute TERROR on twitter

Vigilante

Twitter:

The JLA, Titans, and Young Justice teams all have team accounts of various diplomatic quality. Diana runs the first for the most part, basically every member of the Titans team gets their chances with it at some point for theirs, and Cassie and Tim have learned their lesson about letting anybody except the two of them tweet from the YJ account

Nightwing's account is excessively popular. A lot of people thirst follow him but also sometimes he eviscerates someone horrible and it's extremely funny

Spoiler's account is also popular for being just as feral as her civilian main

It's a recurring joke among the superhero community that everyone is very lucky that Robin doesn't have an account

Signal's account is low-key

Oracle's account is vital, she provides a lot of early warnings for civilians when there are Arkham breakouts and the like. A lot of people have notifications turned on for her account

TikTok:

Just like the Wayne's account, the batfam has an account. It's mostly funny bits from cowl cam but Red Robin has posted a series of videos triggering Red Hood into talking about his various interests (literature, proper gun maintenance, the actual programs that would benefit crime alley) all of which go extremely viral

And that's everything I have right now!! If anybody wants fic recs for social media aus or wants to know my hcs for other heroes' social media just shoot me an ask 🥰

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[yuliasever]

Day1: Pretend relationship turned real

The life of superheroes required the Robins to always be ready for anything. But neither the League of Assassins nor the school of Batman could prepare for what Tim and Damian heard that evening.

Vicki Vale has taken up her "who's behind the masks" investigation again and turned to her old friend Tam Fox for answers.

"Do Tim and Damian often disappear unexpectedly?" "Did she notice any strange behavior in them?" "Do they remind her of Red Robin and Robin?" "How many cups of coffee does Tim drink a day?"

Under a flurry of questions, the girl was confused and gave out the first thing that came to her mind.

"Lies for good or How to quit your job in 2 minutes" – this was exactly what the headline of the Gotham morning newspaper should have been. But no, the inscription read: "THE TWO HEIRS OF WAYNE INTERPRISERS ARE REALLY SECRET BELOVERS".

Apparently, the girl had not learned to lie since the last time, so now she was begging for forgiveness on her knees. Tim looked at her, but saw a pleased journalist running away with a piece of gold. His brain system had malfunctioned. In disbelief, he looked at Damian, but saw only the same horror in the green eyes - Tim wanted to cry and scream.

Tim counted to a hundred the next morning before entering the kitchen. The whole family has already learned about the "secret romance" from the newspapers and even managed to spread the news to the rest of the superhero community. Real gossipers.

So the chance to tell the truth quickly reached zero.

But what is surprising is how positively everyone reacted.

Steph was jumping for joy and hugging them. Cass joined her. The Duke chatted endless congratulations.

Dick was crying with happiness because they were only pretending to fight when they "really" were secretly dating.

Alfred wished them all the best and rushed off to prepare a festive dinner.

Bruce... He behaved like a loving and caring father. Putting his hands on their shoulders, he said that he approved of their relationship, and hugged. At some point, the guys were pleasantly embarrassed, but after a second they realized that now they definitely couldn’t get away from it.

From Barbara came SMS with congratulations, however, many decided to write that day. But Jason was a shit. The man found them in the library. As usual, they sat on opposite sides of the sofa, but Jason interpreted this in his own way. He told them not to act like they didn't do anything until he interrupted their idyll and they had to quickly sit down. Needless to say, the obvious is that Jason was immediately pushed out of the room with pillows and improvised items.

In the company it was no better. Everyone cried with happiness that the two heirs were together and there would be no duel for the inheritance. Employees hugged: they no longer have to listen to constant quarrels and bickering. In honor of the full-fledged merger of the company, a large-scale corporate event was organized. Tim and Damian felt very embarrassed that they were holding the entire Wayne Enterprises at bay.

Then their friends joined in. If Damian was still able to somehow calm John down (although he didn’t find out the truth), then Tim’s friends simply pushed him into a deserted place and staged a test in the style of “how sincere your feelings are”. It's funny, but he passed the test. When they said a bunch of bad things about their couple, Dami, who was not even going to react at first, suddenly showed his fangs: “You have no idea what we are having to go through! You should be ashamed to say that behind your friend's back!" Such an angry cat they clamped in a vise and approved for their boy.

Nobody knew the real reason, and they really had to play the role of couple. All their indecision to openly show affection was attributed by those around them to embarrassment, but how long the family of detectives woulld feed on this thought is a question.

So after the patrol, Nightwing and Spoiler casually started talking about a kiss goodnight. They were not afraid to speak loudly. There was nothing to do. Tim went up to the younger and kissed him on the forehead. Damian knew it was all for the sake of imagery, but the imprint of Tim's lips was so tangible that his cheeks burned. There were giggles to the side, and he shushed them. He didn't have to answer, but still he stood up on his toes and pecked the elder in the jaw, whispering "Good night."

Damian ran away, and Tim remained standing, covering the kiss with his palm. They laughed at him for a long time.

Sometimes Tim and Damian wanted to do a facepalm, but overall they did a pretty good job. Hugging or holding hands became something commonplace that they didn't pay as much attention to. After all, they were just pretending.

It all went too far when one day Tim was chatting cheerfully with Bernard. Dami just watched them indifferently with his usual expression, thinking about his own, but Jason took it differently. He approached Tim like some kind of bandit and kicked him in the ass, so that the guy flew off to a distant flower bed. Damian nearly spit out his drink, staring in shock at Todd, who just patted him on the shoulder and told him not to get upset about "that idiot." There were a lot of judgmental looks on Tim that evening.

Then Tim decided to make a formal apology. With a bouquet of roses, he got down on one knee and apologized so that the whole family could see.

“Why? We could have ended this right now,” Damian whispered as he leaned over to the elder, accepting the flowers.

“I’m sorry I don’t want everyone to think I’m an asshole,” it sounded quite logical, so Dami clicked his tongue loudly and “forgave his poor lover”, but then Stephanie ran up and pulled Damian disapprovingly, throwing his “dry broom”, as she put it, at Tim.

“But he apologized.” Damian was horrified at her grip on his shoulders.

Touched, Steph hugged the younger to her chest.

“Oh, innocent you, my flower. I see how much you love him, but such a scoundrel cannot be forgiven so easily. You have every right to be offended by him for the rest of your life.

Damian thought that was too long for a fake relationship. He chose acting to the maximum and put his hand on his heart.

“Still, I’ll give it a second chance.” Stephanie wiped away a tear, and the rest of the onlookers sniffled.

Tim was free, but the girl grabbed Damian and took him to her room to talk about all the secret deeds and shameful stories from Tim's past. Damian only had time to look at Tim in a silent plea before he was taken into the female well of knowledge about exes.

It's been three weeks since Tim and Damian have been in a relationship. And, to tell the truth, there were many pluses in the current situation. Surprisingly, they worked together and acted like a real team on patrols. The atmosphere at work became lighter and more pleasant, as if the employees threw off a heavy burden from their shoulders, although they were afraid of the thought that if their bosses disagreed, they would cause a whole earthquake.

On a second rigged family date, Tim and Damian ended up at an amusement park. Hide behind a family trip and then suddenly disappear - such an obvious plan to give the cute birds privacy came up with the great knights of Gotham. The guys did not even try to pretend that they were looking for them. They sat on a bench and watched people scurrying up and down the park. Everywhere the hubbub and fun.

"I'm sorry about Bernard. You would make a good couple," Damian said after a while.

"Never mind. He still moves to another city."

Damian nodded in understanding. While they were silent, he swirled the glass of his drink, and Tim, noticing his drooping gaze, put his hand on him, urging the boy to turn around.

"Hey, it's not your fault, you know?" Damian understood this, but he still had an unpleasant feeling. Tim nudged him with his shoulder and Damian snorted.

"I know."

“Then relax. We're at an amusement park, and we're on a date, too, so why don't we have some fun?“

Damian arched an eyebrow.

"Drake, are you asking me out on a date?"

“For you, Tim, my love,” the guy smiled, having fun with all his might, and Damian could not resist and rolled his eyes, but a blush appeared treacherously on his cheeks. “Moreover, everything has already been prepared for us “. Tim waved the tickets that their siblings had thoughtfully bought with Bruce's money.

“Where do you want to go first, beloved?”

Tim's eyes widened at the painfully familiar nickname, and he covered a trembling smile with his hand. If they haven't left their last competition yet, now Damian equalized.

“I think we need something to cheer up.“

“How's the roller coaster?“

“Yes! But first I have to win a toy for my boyfriend.“

“Roller coaster with Cat-Batman?“

Tim looked at him questioningly.

“They have a Cat-Batman?! We just have to get it!“

Tim took Damian's hand and dragged him to the nearest shooting range, where, of course, he knocked the toy out without even breaking a sweat.

“Would you like me to hold him while we ride?“

“No, this is my gift.“

Tim looked puffed up until Damian kissed the young man on the cheek.

“Thank you dear, I will take good care of our first Batman cat, although Damian himself could easily win a prize for himself. At the same time that Tim realized what had happened, he blushed. Damian quickly took his hand and led him to the next attraction, no less embarrassed.

And so ended the operation "Date of the Damitims", and all its participants rejoiced on their positions. And no one ever found out about the fake headline, because it's not fake anymore.

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[mysadcorner]

DC Characters x Knitter!Reader Headcanons

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Damian Wayne

• The majority of clothes and things Damian wear is for the purpose of protection and making sure everyone knows who he is from a first glance, so it isn’t often that he’s able to wear the knitwear you make for him. However this does mean that whenever he has days off or free time he does manage to wear the things you make if the weather is okay for it - so usually in the autumn and winter months.

• On the days that it’s cold outside and probably snowing, then he likes to wear the things you give him. He does love how beautiful the weather is during the winter so when he wears your knitwear it keeps him warm and allows him to enjoy the outdoors much more than he would be able to without them.

• Damian would end up with a huge collection of the things you’ve made him and a wide variety of things (like mittens, jumpers, and scarves) which he all keeps in a special place. He holds the things that you make him in a very special place in his heart as it reminds him of how much you appreciate each other and that you’ll always be there for one another even when you can’t physically be near.

• Most of the things you make for Damian are neutral and dark - he’s not a big fan of bright coloured knitwear - as he likes to keep his clothes casual and simple on his days off. Plus, once you figure out what his favourite colour combos are and the styles he likes then you’re able to make him matching items that can go with any of his outfits.

• Damian always expects to receive something you’ve made as a gift during his birthday and holidays and he couldn’t think of a better present you could even give him, and he knows how much you enjoy making them. Also, he knows how much effort you put into every piece that you give him with will always be worth more than any amount of money in his opinion.

• Damian also likes to sit with you and relax while you’re knitting as he finds your concentration makes for a very comforting atmosphere that he loves. He also finds that the two of you can sit in a comfortable silence while you both entertain yourselves yet are still able to bond with quality time together.

Conner Kent

• Conner absolutely adores everything you make for him and will always make sure to wear the things you give him as a show of his proudness of you. It doesn’t matter what kind of item it is that you give him he’ll wear it as much as he possibly can - and usually whenever you give him something new he wear it almost everyday until it starts to look a bit worn out.

• Conner also doesn’t really care what colour or style of item you give him, but you would make him extremely happy if it came in his favourite colours or had his symbol somewhere on it (but of course in a more hidden or discreet place). Often when you give him things of various colours, he tries to style his outfit es around what you give him so that he can wear everything you make and always look incredible at the same time.

• He would also really like it is you knitted him little charms or accessories to go with his outfits - just because you knit doesn’t mean everything you make needs to be for the purpose of keeping warm in his opinion. Usually the little charms you make him have an inside joke tied to them or a deeper meaning, and by having these things he can take them with him when he needs to leave for a while or do something dangerous while also maintaining the full protection he would have had regardless.

• By wearing the knitwear you make him he’s always reminded that someone is out there that really cares and thinks about him, rather than just viewing him as another person who’s whole life is dedicated to helping people. Especially in the winter when peoples emotions tend to be down and they’re frequently more lonely, that little reminder helps him quite significantly and ensures he’s happy all day every day that he wears or sees what you’ve made for him.

• Sometimes while he’s going through all the things that you’ve given him he’ll notice that a certain piece is either missing from the collection or is a little too worn for wear. If this is the case you’re always happy to make him a new piece to make sure he’s kept warm and cozy during the cold winter days, and you’re always happy to make him whatever he suggests.

• You often make him a little bundle of things to have during the winter such as a new jumper, especially thick fluffy sock and a scarf to make sure he’s all set for the cold rainy and snowy weather. It basically becomes a yearly routine the two of you have and you always enjoy it as you get to experiment with the things you make for him and it keeps you busy and entertained at the same time.

Raven

• Raven takes special care of the things you make her and she always follows the care instructions you give her so that the things you make will last as long as they possibly can. She wants to cherish them until she gets old so taking good care of them is always the first step to make sure that can happen.

• Raven always goes out with you to but the things you need to make the things you knit with, and she’s always happy to give you suggestions as to what to make if you’re ever feeling stuck as to what you should make next. She is also great at helping you pick colour combos for the things you want to make and helping you plan out design patterns for your more difficult things.

• Raven is very prone to getting cold in the winter and no matter how many layers of clothing she still somehow manages to feel it. However, your knitwear helps a lot in terms of keeping her warm and cozy especially on the days she really doesn’t want to go outside but still has to. Because of this, you always make sure to make the jumpers and scarfs for her extra thick so she can feel more comfortable during the colder months of the year.

• When she sees how much you enjoy knitting, Raven does try to join in sometimes and it’s always a lot of fun when you’re first teaching her how to knit things. She of course starts off simple but doesn’t really make it a frequent hobby of hers because of how busy she is with other things - but she does find it as a great way to wind down and relax with you on days that are cold outside and she just wants a nice little activity to do while indoors.

• Much like Damian, the majority of things Raven wears are dark and typically go with each other very well due to the limited colours used. But this is actually a very a good thing, as you already tend to know the type of thing she likes and what she could wear it with so you’d never have to worry about her not being able to wear something confidently while she’s out or trying to please you by doing so uncomfortably.

Garfield Logan

• Garfield can never have too many things of whatever you make, and eventually he has so much knitwear from you that his room looks like it belongs to a hoarder. He never wants to get rid of anything and just keeps asking you for more and more because of how happy it makes him to receive something that you made with your own hands.

• Every now and then Garfield would come and sit with you while you were knitting and rather than sit peacefully with you he’d often try to make a conversation, not like you’d mind him doing that though. He always makes your peaceful time knitting fun and goofy and somehow always manages to find a funny conversation to have.

• Garfield will wear every single colour you could ever get your hands on and would proudly wear any kind of crazy pattern you could ever create for him. He especially loves it when you make designs on jumpers or scarfs of the things he can turn into which he always makes the most effort to show off.

• On cold winter nights he’s always covered with a blanket you’ve made while he’s keeping himself warm with either a fire in front of him or with you beside him. Regardless of how cold he starts off with, he always ends up falling asleep because of how cozy and warm your blankets manage to make him even on the coldest of winter nights.

• He really loves it when you make knitwear for the things he can turn into, and every time you give him a new piece he always flaunts it off with the people he knows. This is his way of bragging about how good you are at making things and will never get enough of all the things you can make for him that both keep him warm and always look adorable.

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[raphael-angele]

(Stressful) Conversations with my Former-DC-Fan Friend Part 3

We were hanging out and having casual conversations, then I brought up DC and Teen Justice again.

I was talking about the latest issue when three things happened within the hours:

Me: Aren't they just cute? Look at Raven being violent because he can't find his undecided

Him, not paying attention: Mhm

Me: Hey, I know you don't read anymore but can't you at least pretend?

Him: No, because the last time I rooted for two boys to get together, one of them leaves and comes back as an adult. So forgive me if I have trust issues

Me: Oh, c'mon, just give THIS ONE a chance

Him: Raph... Don't make my heart break, again

---After reading one issue---

Him: Wait, didn't Jess appear in a few comics before this one?

Me: Yeah, they're in Future State and DC Pride.

Him: Riight, they came from Earth 11 to Earth 0. Hmmm...

Me, knowing that tone of voice: What? You're having a conspiracy theory. What is it?

Him: Nothing, it's nothing.

Me: Dude -

Him: I'm just thinking, that what if- the reason they left Earth 11 wasn't only because they wanted to warn Earth 0, but also because they had nothing left there?

Me: ...what?

Him: Well, it's the future, and we don't know how FAR into the future, but what if, there was something that happened to Earth 11 that made Jess want to leave it?

Me: ...

Him: Like maybe, AND JUST MAYBE, Trigon coming into their Earth and somehow SUCCESSFULLY taking over it? Like in Darkseid in Apokolips War

Me: ...

Him: What if, everything they loved and cherished, including the team, died and they left to try and start a new life?

Me: Dude...I know you're still upset about Jon and Damian, but THIS isn't a healthy coping mechanism

---After reading the preview of Issue 5---

Him: Wtf? It's 5 issues in and we're already in the angst?

Me: Ikr

Him: hey, imagine if it was Klarienne.

Me: Why?

Him: Well, if she's the one who gonna... You know... And she doesn't come back, imagine if they recruited someone new and they start playing baseball in issue 6 in memory of her.

Me: WELP, THAT'S ENOUGH COMICS FOR TODAY!

#dc comics #dc #robin #supergirl #damijon #superboy #jondami #jess quick #jess chambers #kid quick #super sons #raven #donald troy #jacqui hyde #klarienne #klarienne the witch girl #donnarae #wonderrae #aquagirl #earth 11 #dc spoilers #spoilers #multiversity teen justice #teen justice #young justice

[cardcaptorsakura96]

Taxes, Taxes, Taxes- Chapter 14

Fandom: Supergirl

Characters: Kara Danvers, Clark Kent, Samantha Arias, Lena Luthor, Lillian Luthor, Ruby Arias, Oliver Queen, John Stewart, Diana Prince, Bruce Wayne, Barry Allen, J'onn J'onnz, Alfred Pennyworth, Lois Lane, Cat Grant, Lucy Lane, Damian Wayne, Felicity Smoak

Summary: What if superheroes had to pay a property damage tax every time they had a fight in the city?

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13

Lena looked up from her desk in her office at the hospital while rubbing the back of her neck. She felt a little foolish right now. She was currently looking at 20 different outfits ranging from casual to professional. Ever since she talked to Supergirl the night before, she wasn’t sure how she should present herself. She sighed while twiddling with her thumbs. She vehemently denied accidentally saying it was a date last night, but that has been all she has been thinking about. However, she would never tell Supergirl that now at this point. She kept wondering if this was Supergirl’s way of easing into the topic. She was bringing her in on something very personal to her. Lena sighed and started banging her head on the desk.

“Knowing myself, this is all in my head,” Lena muttered. 

Suddenly, Lena heard a knock at her office door. 

“Come in,” muttered Lena while laying her head on the desk. 

Sam entered the room yawning and said, “You owe me for coming in this early at 8 a.m. What is the big emergency?”

Just as Sam got closer to Lena’s desk, she noticed the row of clothes over to the side and came to a full stop.

Sam turned back to Lena while narrowing her eyes.

“There better be a good reason you had me come in early on a Saturday morning.”

Lena looked up hesitantly and said, “I don’t know what to do. You are my best friend and you give the best advice.”

Sam sighed while sitting on the chair in front of Lena’s desk. 

She yawned and said, “Please tell me you at least have coffee and food.”

Lena smirked and said, “You know I always come prepared.”

She pointed to the left of her desk and Sam was startled to realize that there was a tray of food next to it. It was filled to the brim with croissants, donuts, and various fruits. There were two coffee cups. She noticed on the cups it said, Cafe Basil. 

Sam turned to Lena with a raised eyebrow and said, “You must be desperate if you are throwing around Cafe Basil. I thought that they were closed for a couple of weeks for remodeling.”

Lena smirked and said, “I knew this was a last-minute inconvenience having you come in so early. Plus, I know they are your absolute favorite. It really didn’t take all that convincing. I just promised them the next several events we host, they can cater.”

Sam smiled and said, “I really appreciate it.” She took a sip of her coffee and felt an instant pick me up. She looked back up at Lena and said, “So, you are going through a lot of trouble to impress someone. It must be for something big. Did we get a new investor in the hospital?”

Lena shook her head and said, “No, nothing like that.”

Sam took a bit out of a pink frosted donut while looking up thoughtfully. 

“Well, if it isn’t an investor, then what got you all nervous?”

Lena looked down while twiddling her thumbs. 

“You have to promise not to judge.”

Sam frowned and asked, “Why would I jud…” Sam stopped in mid-sentence and started smirking. 

“Does this happen to have to do with a certain blonde Kryptonian you have been obsessing over?”

Lena started blushing and said, “I wouldn’t say that I was obsessing.”

Sam chuckled and said, “You clung to that device she gave you as if your life depended on it after she left suddenly yesterday.”

“Well, you saw how scared she looked as she flew off the last time we saw her,” muttered Lena. 

Sam chuckled and said, “Yes, I remember. I also remember seeing you type out and rewrite a message to her hundreds of times before you left to go home that day.”

Lena rolled her eyes and said, “Well, excuse me for being concerned.”

Sam smirked while sipping her coffee. 

“You should just ask her out already. You want to. You obviously think she wants to if you are putting this much effort into dressing up for her. By the way, how did that come about?”

Lena blushed and said, “Well, she messaged for help on a personal project she has going on.”

Sam leaned forward with intrigue.

“That’s amazing! What is it that she wants you to work on?”

Lena frowned and said, “I am not sure if I can say what it is. I might have said too much by saying she wants to work together.”

Sam nodded and said, “Fair enough.” Sam looked over at the outfits with a thoughtful look on her face.

Sam pointed and said, “Without knowing what you guys are working on, I would go with the red dress with the black belt. It is sexy in the sense that it draws attention to your breasts, but not so sexy that it is inappropriate for the workplace. This way you can play it safe in case this is just really help that she is asking for instead of the sexual healing that you are craving.”

Lena rolled her eyes and said, “Sam….”

“What? You know you fantasized about this woman numerous times. Why hide it now?”

Lena just gave her a disapproving glare. Sam chuckled and went on to grab a croissant. Lena looked up at the dress that Sam suggested. It was pretty and would look good on her without making her look too desperate for attention in case this was all in her head. Lena smirked. 

Hopefully, this outfit will make her flustered for a change.

Suddenly, two pings ranged out. Sam looked up startled to see Lena’s face light up like a kid in a candy store. Lena quickly went into her purse and pulled out the messaging device. She stared at the message for a minute before groaning and hitting her head against the desk.

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#dc comics #dc universe #supergirl #kara danvers #lena luthor #supercorp #kara danvers x lena luthor #clark kent #superman #samantha arias #dc comics fanfiction #dccomics fanfic #supergirl fanfiction #supergirl fanfic #supergirl au #supercorp fanfiction #supercorp fanfic #fanficiton #fanfic #superheroes #lillian luthor #bruce wayne #oliver queen #diana prince #john stewart #barry allen #j'onn j'onzz #lois lane #alfred pennyworth #Ruby Arias

[dairy-farmer]

Omgggg!!!!! Clark divorced Lois the day of Tim’s birthday?!?? Like how does Tim feel about it, how does the rest of the batfam feel about it?? Like we see glimpses of Tim seemingly okay with it since he let Clark move in close to him (but did he really let him? or did Clark pester/persuade Tim to let him move in and Tim already knows no one can go against Superman so is just resigned to his fate) (just thinking about the chase is just..it would be so good)

in this au i believe that tim isn't so much scared of clark but he is wary of him. because he SEES him. he sees past this masking that clark has done his whole life because clark is an alien. he's not human and isn't it ironic how the alien is apparently better at being a person than any single human.

clark feels alien even among his people. among kara and kon and john, he can't feel the way they do. everything he does is a performance, fake, to make everyone around him comfortable because he's so overwhelmingly aware of how other he is.

but tim sees him and that is a weight off of clark like you wouldn't believe. he finds understanding, he finds catharsis in tim.

but tim never offers to provide them for him. but to clark it's like he's been a ghost this whole time, invisible and silently screaming but now he find someone who sees and hears him. of course he gets a little obsessed with tim.

he wants tim. to be with tim and be around him. because clark still has these dark thoughts and pulsing curiosity but tim soothes something in them. he tells clark about how he's unstoppable, how he could do anything he wanted to anyone faster than they could blink. even if tim wanted to ward off clark's advances he couldn't.

(but tim is smart. he overthinks on everything and he knows that his rejection would hurt clark even though he pretends he doesn't know what that feels like. better the devil you know than the devil you don't. but that doesn't mean tim is just going to invite clark in to enter his home and his life).

he knows very well when clark moves into the apartment across from him. but what is he supposed to do? what could he do? he's an ant. they all are.

that's why bruce doesn't kick clark out of the city. though he makes his disapproval known in other ways.

dick is...hurt. he visits tim one day and is tense the whole time, he keeps glancing at the door like he expects clark to knock or just waltz right in. dick has known clark the longest out of all his brothers. sometimes tim is sure that dick views clark as more of a father than he does bruce. dick took news of lois and clark's divorce personal.

he was tense when the rumor mill started flying.

tim could honestly say that he was taken aback by clark's...shamelessness. more than a decade of marriage down the drain. a child caught in the middle of it.

tim knows he's being blamed like he's some homewrecker. damian certainly is. any progress they've made in their relationship seems to have stopped with damian being his friend's attack dog and launching insults at tim whenever he returned to the manor.

bruce was...

bruce was a detective. and he looked at every possibility and angle, he examined the facts and that meant he too entertained a possible affair between tim and clark.

he asks tim about his visits to metropolis, about his relationship to clark, he asks to see tim's phone and frowns at the messages that clark has sent tim.

they're simple. not salacious or inappropriate at all.

that's not why bruce is frowning. he frowns at the frequency of them. clark sending tim good morning and good night texts, asking if tim's eaten, asking for tim's input on something.

sometimes clark sends him pictures from heights impossible for any human.

it's overly casual and familiar. even if tim only occasionally responds.

"i don't want you involved with him." bruce tells him.

it doesn't feel like an order. it feels like...a quiet whisper of his wishes. tim thinks that bruce has always known he couldn't truly stop clark if he wanted something but, he's only now starting to really get it.

bruce's jaw is tensed, tim can hear the grind of his teeth, the disapproval nearly radiates of him.

"he's twice your age."

tim is very well aware of that.

"he just divorced his wife of many years, he has a child damian's age-"

tim mentions nothing about conner being technically clark's kid. tim has never liked clark's treatment of conner. but he thinks clark knows that because in his divorce he's been reaching out to conner a bit more. he knows that tim thinks of conner dearly.

tim's family is...tense. he knows they're keeping him out of the loop. they're likely protecting him from less than kind words because for heroes a surprisingly large number of them are very short sighted.

an older married man chasing a barely legal teen. you'd think the victim-predator dynamic would be obvious but that's the thing. no one who knows, talks to, meets, or works with clark would ever describe him as a 'predator'.

it's the cognitive disconnect and projection that's causing some people to eye tim like he's somehow to blame for clark and lois's divorce.

but clark and lois are adults. them making their marriage work is on no one but them. the only person that tim feels sorry for is jonathon. he goes to sleep one night with a happy family with parents who are together and then wakes up the next to see that was no longer the case.

tim isn't fond of deadbeat dads and makes that clear to clark when he knocks on tim's door with a fresh lasagna.

the next time hears, clark asks for every other weekend and holiday be given to him with john.

tim's not sure what to do with the attention clark lays at his feet. his sweet blue eyes and gentle smile. he carries tim's groceries up the stairs for him and stands a bit too close in the elevator.

tim can see how people are charmed by clark's good boy mannerisms.

but tim also knows clark is empty. he sees it in him, in a way he can't quite pinpoint. he also knows that him being able to do that fascinates clark, it draws him to tim.

clark's hands ache to touch tim, he feels it in the way his stares linger and his fingers flex like he has to remind himself he can't just pick tim up.

clark squirrels his way into tim's apartment. he looks around fascinated, his eyes absorbing every detail of tim's life he can take in.

things are tense when they're in their capes. during major invasions or big gathering events. other capes see as superman flies over to hover beside red robin. some capes look away. not their circus not their monkeys. some stare, curiosity or disapproval or some curious mix of both.

everyone stares when, while standing on the rubble of a destroyed building, superman gently grasps red robin's chin and plants a soft kiss to his mouth, smile wide and innocent like he was a little kid playing.

he stares at tim, eyes big and expectant like he wants tim to lean forward and kiss him back.

clark is doing that thing again. the dick measuring he does while hiding behind the 'good kansas' boy facade. he's basically stroking his cock in front of everyone without actually whipping it out.

one of his little powerplays. he does it sometimes. using a single finger to press against tim's chest and watch as struggles until he's out of breath to get up. he plays with tim like he's a bug under a microscope, messing with him and pulling on his antenna just to see how he'll react.

it makes clark giddy and happy to play with tim like he's a millipede crawling around in the palm of his hands.

tim may regret it later. maybe he'll catch shit for it immediatly or eventually.

but as clark cups his hands behind his back and makes an 'aw shucks' face while scuffing his shoe on air- tim leans forward.

he cups clark's face with both hands and tugs him forward into a kiss.

clark makes a sound. an honest to god squeak of surprise like he hadn't expected tim to actually do anything.

but clark needed to learn.

he needed to know that tim and everyone else may be bugs to him. but sometimes bugs can sting back.

#anonymous #asks #answered asks

[wavehq]

enjoy limitless possibilities here in celestire islands, damian wayne ( dc ), jaskier ( the witcher ), loki laufeyson ( marvel ), and steve rogers ( marvel ), where you can start the new life you've always longed for. make sure you read the checklist, as we'll be sending the discord link through ims! enjoy your new dream, percy!

( dc, dupes not allowed.  aramis knight, he/they, non-binary. )  ——-  hey, is that ( damian wayne ) hanging around ( vervain animal hospital )? i wonder what life is like for them, balancing working as a ( twenty ) year old ( veternarian student & animal hospital volunteer ) and ( doing art )? they’re notorious for being ( perceptive ) yet ( arrogant ), and i always seem to hear ( perfect ) by ( hedley ) playing whenever they walk past. they’re known around the islands for ( being one of the best people with animals ), and they’re associated with ( a kind heart hidden carefully behind a mask of arrogance and indifference, bruises and scars that tell different stories, and the determination to right the sins of the past ). last we spoke, they were telling me about a vision they had… something about their biggest regret being ( blinded by their upbringing in the league of assassins for so long and doing horrific things ), but it must have just been a bad dream. //  —  [ percy, 26 / mst, she/her. ]

( the witcher, dupes not allowed.  joey batey, he/they non-binary. )  ——-  hey, is that ( jaskier ) hanging around ( showtime theater )? i wonder what life is like for them, balancing working as a ( forty ) year old ( musician ) and ( writing new songs )? they’re notorious for being ( observant ) yet ( melodramatic ), and i always seem to hear ( hard to be the bard ) by ( christian borle ) playing whenever they walk past. they’re known around the islands for ( writing hit after hit with each new song ), and they’re associated with ( a charming, welcoming smile and a keen eye, fingers casually strumming over a lute, plucking away at new ideas, and fingertips rubbing uneasily recalling the remnants of flames licking against them ). last we spoke, they were telling me about a vision they had… something about their biggest regret being ( not being able to protect his self made family ), but it must have just been a bad dream. //  —  [ percy, 26 / mst, she/her. ]

( marvel, dupes not allowed.  avan jogia, she/he/they, genderfluid. )  ——-  hey, is that ( loki laufeyson ) hanging around ( rose library )? i wonder what life is like for them, balancing working as a ( twenty-five ) year old ( freelance writer ) and ( causing mischief around the island )? they’re notorious for being ( adaptable ) yet ( mischievous ), and i always seem to hear ( nothing stopping me ) by ( vicetone ) playing whenever they walk past. they’re known around the islands for ( always being behind some sort of mischief happening ), and they’re associated with ( green tendrils of magic spilling over their fingers, emerald eyes glittering with the promiseof mischief, and a broken, shattered heart hidden behind smart quips and an air of charm ). last we spoke, they were telling me about a vision they had… something about their biggest regret being ( allowing people to almost manipulate them into becoming the villain of the story once again ), but it must have just been a bad dream. //  —  [ percy, 26 / mst, she/her. ]

( marvel, dupes not allowed.  oscar isaac, he/him, cis man. )  ——-  hey, is that ( steve rogers ) hanging around ( celestire museum )? i wonder what life is like for them, balancing working as a ( thirty-six ) year old ( art professor ) and ( sketching )? they’re notorious for being ( courageous ) yet ( stubborn ), and i always seem to hear ( art of war ) by ( we the kings ) playing whenever they walk past. they’re known around the islands for ( returning to civilian life after becoming disillusioned in the wake of a traumatic event ), and they’re associated with ( the will to continue standing back up to fight for what's right, pain hidden and locked away behind a smile, and a shield flying through the air ). last we spoke, they were telling me about a vision they had… something about their biggest regret being ( not being able to protect everyone ), but it must have just been a bad dream. //  —  [ percy, 26 / mst, she/her. ]

#dc rp #the witcher rp #marvel rp #multifandom rp #discord rp #appless rp #whq.accept

[missmitchieg]

i’ve actually never seen IT! definitely on my list though. and yes, i’d love to hear your thoughts on mean girls being horror!

OH MY GOD DUDE IT IS SO GOOD! Like, it is scary but in a fun way and the friendship of the Losers make my heart go !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! and the parody musical, funnily enough just made me love everything more and asdgfddfghjhgfd

Also, thank you for asking about Mean Girls because WOO BOY this movie is very pretty while being very scary.

Under the cut because whoops, long.

So you've got Cady, who starts out as a very sweet girl who is a dangerously Naive Newcomer and trusting of the first people who are even slightly kind to her. She allows herself to be influenced by Unpopular Bitch/Monster Janis and GBF Damian's thoughts on everyone instead of forming her own opinions by talking to people and getting to know them. Cady's silent while Janis rattles off shit about the cliques in the cafeteria, none of which she's particularly nice or even neutral about besides literally her and Damian.

Then at lunch, Cady's bombarded with questions by annoying Nice Guy Kevin Gnapor and "saved" by Popular Bitch/Monster Regina George while her little Mindless Minions, Gretchen and Karen watch silently. This is only the beginning of Cady's slow but very much there transformation into the new Monster.

Regina, being a quite dumb and insecure Monster, takes Cady under her hard Plastic little devil wing in an attempt to keep her crown and make sure Cady never over powers her. It backfires horribly.

In the beginning, she smiles at Cady and tells her she's pretty and she can sit with their Clique at lunch and go on fun shopping sprees with them. It seems innocent enough, so Cady takes the opportunities with a smile on her face, with the encouragement of Monster Janis who desperately wants some dirt on Regina to ruin her life as revenge for starting rumors about her.

Cady's allowed to go to Regina's house and she feels a little too comfortable so she blurts out that jab at Damian's expense, then worries that she wasn't allowed to talk like that. This is the next step in Cady's transformation into Popular Bitch/Monster. She's still in the beginning stages, but she's definitely turning.

Then Cady's attacked over the phone by Regina, who claims to "know her secret" and then gives her (fake) blessing for Cady to make a move on Jock Aaron. Cady takes it and absolutely runs with it, flirting with Aaron. Then she's invited to his party, and no one told her about the Sexy Costume rule, so she shows up in a genuinely scary ex wife costume while Monster Regina is clad in a sexy Playboy bunny costume. (I have Thoughts about the movie costume vs the Broadway costume, but that's another topic for another post.)

Cady thinks Regina's her friend and she's Regina's friend, and in her mind, friends don't hurt friends. She's shocked when Monster Regina takes Aaron back and kisses him in front of her and all the Popular Kids from school.

This messiness from Monster pisses Cady the fuck off (however understandable it is) and only serves to move Cady's transformation further along and in fact speed up the process. She devises an entire plan to dethrone Regina and ruin her life by taking everything from her. This is when it starts to get really scary, because Cady doesn't even realize what's happening. She fully doesn't realize that she is very swiftly becoming the Monster.

At school, Cady does the absolute most to both get Aaron's attention onto her. Nothing much happens and it drives Cady absolutely mad. She's becoming more and more like Regina daily, sending herself a candy cane and lying that it's from Regina to taunt Gretchen who never has and never will get a candy cane from her, switching from her Shit Talk Buddy persona with Janis and Damian to her Plastic persona with Regina with an alarming ease.

She casually lies that Janis just started babbling about crack, but is somehow surprised when Regina fake smiles at some girl and compliments her skirt, but her smile fades and she calls the skirt ugly as soon as the girl leaves, then coos about loving Cady's bracelet and asking where she got it, which Cady remembers she already did the first day they met.

Later, Cady half listens to Gretchen whine and moan about Regina and expertly gets her to accidentally spill some secrets about Regina, like her nose job and her separated parents.

When Gretchen nearly ruins their performance because she's always on Regina's left and now Regina forced her to switch, Cady saves the day with her pretty song and dance.

After, Cady's praised by Kevin and the girls tease her for crushing on him and expressing desire to join the Mathletes, even though according to Aaron, she hates math. Regina takes note of this and gives Cady an evil grin while Cady's awkwardly silent.

Gretchen makes a comment with slang she's trying to make happen and Regina rudely scolds her for doing so, making an already very insecure Gretchen absolutely crack and spill even more secrets to Cady like cheating on Aaron with Jock Shane.

The second she learns about Shane, her only thought is fucking "JACKPOT" and she simply makes it her mission to get Regina caught cheating by Aaron. It doesn't work.

Her next move is to give Regina nutrition bars to gain weight, as she wanted to lose weight despite already being skinny and toned like a fucking Barbie doll.

Cady explicitly says she hates Regina, but at the same time, still wanted Regina to like her. Same with Gretchen. They both just knew being Plastic and hating life was better than not doing so, because Plastics are Royalty in the school hallways.

Cady, now a full blown Plastic Bitch/Monster, struts down the school hallway with the Plastics + Aaron, dressed in a pastel colored combination of outfits previously worn by Regina, a tank and a jacket, and Gretchen, a plaid skirt and high heels. She calls herself a woman possessed, spending 80% of her time bitching about Regina and the other 20% praying someone else would bitch about her so she could. She literally couldn't stop. Instead of doing what Monster Cady wants, Monster Janis huffs and comments on Cady's perfume, given to her by Regina.

Now desperate for Aaron's attention, Cady's faking stupid and failing math so Aaron can tutor her. The two agree to a tutor session after school as long as neither of them tell Regina.

At home, Aaron's genuinely trying to help Cady but she's just interested in trying to seduce him. She smiles, flirts and kisses him, but he pulls away and says it's not fair to Regina.

Irritated, she asks why he even likes Regina and can't answer when she asks the same. Instead, Monster word vomits and admits she knows Regina cheats on him regularly. This makes Aaron break up with her. Step one in Operation: Kill The Monster is complete.

She's "mildly horrified" and confused when Aaron doesn't immediately hop onto Cady, questioning how much time he needs if Regina's already moved on. But overall, the plan's going well. Regina's lost her pretty arm candy and is gaining weight.

It's time to rid her of her Mindless Minions.

At 1-3-5, Regina tries on a size 5 dress that's too small for her and Cady spouts some bullshit about water weight, lying her ass off to ease Regina's worries. The store ends up not having the dress in Regina's size. Regina's lost her boyfriend and her body.

Now, Cady's failing and she rants to the girls about hating Wannabe Hero Norbury and accuses her of being a drug pusher. Gretchen tells her to put it in the Burn Book and she does, no hesitation. She knows it looks like she's become a Bitch, and insists she's only acting like a Bitch.

At school, Cady's staring in a tiny mirror and applying pink make up in a very Regina George fashion, and wearing almost an exact replica of an outfit Regina had worn before. Janis also comments that Cady didn't call her back the night before, paralleling Regina complaining that Janis hounded her about not being called back before as well.

Not only is that happening, though. Now Cady's planning Major Plastic Sabotage on her own and hyping Gretchen up while she's spilling shit about Regina to Karen over the phone.

At school, Regina shows up wearing uncharacteristically gross sweat pants, which are against Plastic Law and suddenly, she's no longer their leader, nor is she still "graciously allowed" to sit with them. Gretchen screams that she can't sit with them, and Regina huffs that they can walk home.

Monster Regina is critically hurt, but she's far from dead.

Monster Cady gets out of the concert with her parents, lying about going to Janis' art show to throw a house party just to invite Aaron and not invite Regina.

For the party, Cady wears a black dress with a thick vertical pink stripe, mirroring Regina's too small, pink dress with a thick black belt.

The party's wild. Cady's overwhelmed and can't find Aaron.

Regina just shows up like the Monster she is and stomps around angrily, telling Shane she invented Monster Cady and who does Cady think she is not inviting her. (Which, I mean, you know what. That's honestly valid. She did invent Monster Cady, however unintentional it was that Cady ended up so powerful.)

Meanwhile, Cady finds Aaron snooping around in her room. She's mildly inebriated and, though anxious, her inhibitions are low enough that she admits to faking stupid to be "allowed" to talk to Aaron. She calls Aaron, Monster Regina's property, annoying him into realizing and calling Monster Cady a clone of Regina (accurate).

Regina barges in as Cady actual vomits on Aaron, running after him and begging him to call her.

Immediately after, Cady's attacked by Monster Janis and Damian yelling at her for not inviting them to the party and telling her that Aaron still doesn't fucking want her, so why is she still actively trying to ruin Regina's life. She calls her a Mean Girl and a Bitch, chucking a painting of the three of them at her.

Later, Regina's seen with Shane complaining that she can't trust anyone anymore and shoving a kalteen bar down her throat... Until Shane explains what they actually do.

Regina's pissed.

She devises the (honestly genius) plan to write mean things about herself in the Burn Book and lie that it's not hers, inciting absolute Chaos in the hallways as she throws around pages of the book and slides them under doors. Cady calls it full tilt Jungle Madness.

Cady's now out of her element, realizing the kids are talking about her behind her back.

Duvall and Norbury do their best to be the Heroes and squash the drama and hatred in the school girl population. Norbury leads an exercise in expression of anger.

Regina insists that the school doesn't have a Clique problem and some kids are victims of the situation. Norbury agrees and ask who's felt personally victimized by Monster Regina. Cady's the first to raise her hand, being followed by everyone in the room.

Cady lies that she has nothing to own up to or apologize for and Norbury is disappointed for it, leading an exercise in apologizing for saying mean things about each other.

Instead of going next after Gretchen, Cady starts to walk away and Janis skips the line to admit to all of the mean things she and Cady did to Regina.

Regina's fucking pissed.

Then she gets hit by a bus and breaks her spine.

Monster Cady's hurt, though. She's getting shit from her parents now, and when she admits that she started the rumor about Norbury selling drugs, she gets in trouble for it.

She comments on Regina being living proof that the more people are scared of you, the more flowers you get.

She comments on Norbury being living proof that no good deed goes unpunished.

Then she apologizes to Norbury and joins the Mathletes.

But she only wins after realizing making fun of her contestant wouldn't stop her from losing the contest, among other things as she slowly regressed from being a Monster to her old self. She tries to get out of going to the spring Fling, saying she's grounded, but she's already out so she might as well. The frightening stuff is over.

She shows up in time to hear that she's elected Spring Fling Queen and walks on stage to "accept" the crown.

She breaks the fucking Plastic crown.

She throws a piece to Gretchen, a piece to Janis, a piece to Regina, and a piece to Damian.

She walks off with a grin, declaring to Janis that she's no longer an Asshole. She's rewarded with having Janis and Damian back, gaining a boyfriend in Aaron, and a gift certificate for pancakes.

The Plastics disband.

Monster Regina becomes Jock Regina (we stan).

Plastic Mindless Minion Karen puts her talents to good use.

Plastic Mindless Minion Gretchen finds a new Queen Bee to serve.

Monster Cady becomes Human Being Cady.

So all in all, it is a horror, but it's a pink horror with a happy ending.

#mean girls #horror #i can talk about their clothes too #i love clothes talk #obviously #clothes talk is a huge percentage of my jatp content #i just really wanna rant about the bunny costume being red on Broadway #i hate that for the bunny costume #it looks so wrong #it's baby pink FOR A REASON