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dcxdpdabbles · 1 month

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The Undead Florist

Anon said: Basically, I just wanted Danny to deliver flowers to the Justice League heroes from his fans. If you can include Everlasting Trio. U can add whatever crack you think would be best! Thank you!

Clark is in the middle of blocking a heat ray attack from a robot that copies the powers of any Justice League member when the unexpected happens. A kid, no older than fourteen, boldly walks into the battlefield carrying a lavish bouquet of red roses and trigger lilies.

He's dressed in a worker uniform: light brown khakis, a black shirt with a light-born vest, and a black baseball hat resting neatly on his head. There is a company logo on the upper right of his vest but Clark does not recognize the stylized D.

There was a still moment when Clark's super speed could see the exact second Amazo spotted the child. The boy wasn't paying attention, staring at his phone screen, which had the faint details of a map, and had two headphones in his ear.

Clark's eyes widen in horror, and he opens his mouth to try to shout a warning—though he doubts the kid could hear him over the loud music playing in his ear—but before he can, Amazo flung out an arm straight at the kid's head, still pinning Clark down with a cheap version of his own laser ray eyes.

No! No, please, he's so young! He pleads mentally, frozen in horror as the robot's hand goes right through the kid's head. It took a solid minute for Clark to realize that Amazo's hand hadn't ripped through the skull of the child but rather had passed through him as if the boy was not physically there.

From underneath a black baseball cap, brim, electric blue eyes stare at Amazo. Gesturing vaguely to the arm going through his head, the boy frowns. "Rude much?"

"Access: Black Canary," Amazo says in response, his jaw opening wider as a super-powered scream is released, pointing black at the kid's face.

The frown on the worker deepens as the boy reaches up and- slaps the android in the face? "Dude, I'm trying to work. I have like eight flower deliveries today. Also, that was a weak imitation. This is a real Ghostly Wail."

He opens his jaw, letting out a sound that wasn't as loud as Black Canary or Amazo but somehow worse.

And the sound—the unholy screech that releases from the child sends Clark to his knees, quivering in his boots as Amazo disintegrates right before his eyes. The only thing left of the android is a smothering pair of robotic legs that fall over with a loud thump.

The boy huffs, paying no mind to the fact that he took out the enemy the league had spent the last six hours fighting before Clark tried to lure it away from the city. He merely glances back at his phone, following the little moving icon on the map until he stands before the fallen hero.

"Hi! Are you Superman?" The kid asks in a polite, chipper tone. It's such a whiplash change between his normal voice and his customer service voice that it sets in. This is really just a Tuesday for him.

Clark opens and closes his mouth with a weak "Yes" and is pushed out.

The kid's smile grows as he pushes the flowers into his arms. Clark nearly drops the vase, scrambling to get a good hold of them as the kid pulls out a harmonica and plays a little jingle. It sounds like a mix between Happy Birthday and Ring Around the Roses.

Once he is done, the boy holds out his arms wide open and loudly proclaims, in a very obvious Transatlantic accent, which makes him sound... rather otherwordly: "These flowers are sent by your fan Kattie Longsmith in Metropolis, wishing to thank you for rescuing her mother and brother from a fire. She wants to remind you that she is your biggest fan and hopes you have a lovely day. Thank you for selecting the Undead Florist as your means of flora travel!"

With a theatric bow, the boy blinks out of existence.

Clark is left kneeling alone in a destroyed cornfield, beating black and blue, while holding a vase of lavished roses and lilies. He is unsure how long he will stay there, trying to process what he just saw as the Batplane flies onto the scene, Bruce jumping out of it with a cry of his name.

Batman growls upon taking in the scene before his friend rushes to his side. "What happened?"

"I ugh...I got a flower delivery." He manages to utter, eyes still trained on the spot of the strange kid.

"What?"

"Trust me, I'm as confused."

It turns out that Clark's delivery is not an isolated incident. Over the past three months, various Justice League members have reported similar interactions with the Undead Florist.

Flash got a bouquet while trying to stop Captain Cold. The kid had wandered in the middle of a fight, unfreezing the speedster to hand over yellow lilies and sunflowers from a little boy named Teddy Smith in Central City. He had melted the freeze ray that was shot at him while Barry was in the middle of a panic, thinking he would watch a child die.

One little jingle and message was delivered in a Transatlantic accent later, and the boy was gone without a trace again. Bruce had gone to the scene, trying to find anything that could give him some clue, but he disputed the clear picture of his face and the recording of his voice. Nothing about the boy came up in their systems.

Wonder Woman was next, receiving two large bouquets of roses from a fellow woman she had rescued named Trix Cooperman. Her jingle was slightly smoother jazz , and the message leaned towards romantic than gratitude from a fan, but the boy had delivered it nonetheless.

He also took out Cheetah with a well-placed punch, highly impressing Diana. He had the makings of a warrior.

Then Green Arrow, Green Lantern, Martian Man Hunter, Batman, Martian Man Hunter, Hawkgirl, Aquaman, Zatanna, and surprisingly Vigilante each got their own flower grams.

None of them were able to get any information about the child, seeing as he only appeared when the members were in the middle of a fight, which was driving Bruce mad.

Of course, they had tracked down all the clients but met a dead end when each claimed they had never placed an order with Undead Florist. Even when Diana was holding her rope, the people gave the same answer.

They had no idea why Undead Florist was delivering flowers in their name or where the message that came along with the flowers appeared from. The chilling part was that the messages did actively represent their emotions and feelings towards the heroes, but how the overpowered child knew that was left unanswered.

The other thing that bothered Bruce was that the Undead Florist only appeared when they were in battle.

"Maybe it's because he doesn't know how to find you otherwise," Nightwing suggested at the Justice League-wide meeting.

"He uses a GPS that is locked into the heroes." Batman grunts, not dismissing the suggestion but challenging it, which causes his eldest son to shrug.

"Undead could be following online tips or something. It's not like the Leauge is seen just strolling around the cities, but people tweak when they do happen to see us."

"We could test that. Have a group of heroes just relaxing at a cafe or something. See where he appears and if there is a pattern after monitoring social media." Red Robin suggests, rubbing his chin.

Batman considers it before nodding. "I shall divide the teams."

The Justice League goes out, doing as instructed, and sure enough, they find the Undead Florist appearing more and more. Red Robing happily puts together the pattern, pointing to social media generated by the younger generation's demographics.

Undead Florist is an actual teenager using DCtweets to find heroes to bring flowers to. They have enough proof of that to show he's harmless if one ignores his more than impressive battle skills.

"Now all we need to do is catch him," Clark announces. "We don't want to scare him, but the Justice League really needs to know how he's doing all of this. It could be a security risk."

Meanwhile, Danny chills in his haunt, watching Sam tend to the flowers in a large greenhouse he placed for her. Tucker is typing away on a ghost zone-powered supercomputer, looking at all the Soul orders their business is getting.

The Ghost Zone didn't have a formal currency; they had Deals instead. Even small unconscious deals—like wishing on a shooting star, throwing a coin in a fountain, or sending a prayer or two—could be turned into deals if a higher being encountered them.

Luckily for those people, Danny and his lovers are very kind higher beings and choose to complete their requests in a way that satisfies all of their obsessions without stealing souls.

Sam got to spread her greenery across worlds, Tucker got to spend time with tech from different universes and Danny was able to explore and protect the souls of humans.

That Danny could exchange these Soul orders for gold was no one business but their own.

"Ohhh, another order, Red Robin, from Universe Nine!" Tucker crows. "It's roses in the shape of a heart from Kon-el. Aw, he's in love with his best friend!"

"That's sweet." Danny smiles, leaning over his boyfriend's shoulder to read the message he must memorize when he struts into Gotham. "I know how much fun dating best friends is."

"Let's help those losers confess then!" Sam calls, raising her hands as roses of various colors burst to life around her.

#dcxdpdabbles #dcxdp crossover #everlasting trio #Dimension travel #The JL are confused #Danny is a flower delivery boy running a business with his boyfriend and girlfriend #Crack #Just imagine this scranny looking kid wander around #This is after Phantom Planet but no reveal #Just poly powerup #Deals are currency in ghost zone

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satoshy12 · 1 year

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Batman vs the World!

CLONE DANNY OF EVERY HERO AND VILLAIN BUT THE BATFAMILY.

Danny was created like a Bio Android, think of Cell. Kind of like Amazo but more in a biological way, then mechanical. While they search for ghost and making sure they are not ghost... Don't ask how they were just able to do it.

As example how miscellaneous the choices are: It goes from Lex Luthor, Reverse Flash, Harley Quinn, Ares, Hawgirl/man, Scarecrow, Circe, Wonder Woman, Vandal Savage, Geo-Force Prince Brion Markov, Killer Frost, Count Vertigo, Prometheus, Black Canary, Martian Manhunter, Cheetah, Poison Ivy, Black Adam, Aquaman, Queen Bee, Deathstroke, Mera, Lois Lane, Killer Croc, Brainiac, Vixen, Black Manta and Green Lantern.

Just not

Klarion and the Whole Batfamily any Child heroes and the Joker. Even the Fentons are not that stupid to be near him.

So while Danny was kind of unhappy how his life was going, it had not gone better. He wished that his parents would understand his problems.

Well Desiree heard his wish and granted it, his genetic parents would learn what he has been through. With letters or a dokucment. From his portal meeting, his bad Christmas and every event of his life and the enemy fights, from. From the fanatical ghost hunter parents talking about to torture his ghost half, about the billionaire who tortured him and cloned him, the hunter who wants to skin him alive.

At first it was a really confusing moment for the parents, till they understood what had happened! Over the time they got only short text what was new and when something special happen like a danny build a invention or had a new power. Or was hurt by a fight.

The parents started to form groups to find him, quarrels too as it was so many. So they fought each other or worked with each other, but all accepted he should be taken from the dangerous place he was. It goes from the royals for the young prince, the criminals and powerful people and even the Gods.

Danny never learns about it, he thought Desiree failed as his parents said nothing and just lived his life.

Here Comes in Bruce Wayne, after so many of his friends wanting him to find the child. He finally found him, and Bruce left to check on him before telling the rest about him.

It took Bruce a bit to find the young boy, Danny Fenton. He notice he was new and showed him around the town. And be even saw his hero from, looks like most of the DNA had gone to his transformation.

….Well He has black hair and blue eyes, it's JUST DIBS. The rest should accept it. He found him first.

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chernobog13 · 2 months

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The Brave and the Bold (vol. 1) #30 (July, 1960). Cover by Mike Sekowsky and Murphy Anderson.

This was the Justice League of America's third appearance, and also its last headlining B & B. The JLA would appear again in its own self-titled book a few months later.

This issue also marks the first appearance of long-time JLA foes Professor Ivo and the android Amazo.

#The Brave and the Bold #Justice League of America #Aquaman #Martian Manhunter #Wonder Woman #Flash #Green Lantern #Professor Ivo #Amazo #DC Comics #Silver Age comics #Mike Sekowsky #Murphy Anderson

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strawberrywindow · 5 days

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Is there like a comics/lore reason why Doctor Fate can't just...put his helmet on an android body? Instead of hijacking a persons entire life away? Like can the Justice League not just make a body specifically FOR Fate to hijack? Or let him use Amazo? 💀

#young justice #nabu young justice #doctor fate #first watch and only on s2 so if this is answered later disregard #but i am confused why this isn't an option lol

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fancyfade · 6 months

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re- read titans/young justice: graduation day, and my thoughts are still as I remember them earlier.

It feels very uncharitable to the YJ kids. Like they are blamed for interfering when it appears Indigo was attacking Victor, and they didn't know she was just trying to communicate, but I can't think of many other characters who are blamed for interfering when it appears someone is attacking someone else. Dick keeps telling them not to get close to the superman android and its protrayed as if they're reckless for it, when a) superboy already has superstrength, he's fought super-powered foes, so has cassie, and it's not turned out like that before and b) DICK ALSO GETS CLOSE TO CHARACTERS WITH SUPER STRENGTH, when written by this SAME AUTHOR. like. in outsiders dick touches psimon, which enables him to use his brain powers. dick didn't know that, but the YJ kids were also getting blamed for thins they didn't know so ¯_(ツ)_/¯ and in UTRH dick and bruce both get close to Amazo but are not killed.

like. it felt like the YJ characters were being blamed for doing things other superheroes also do, INCLUDING THE ONES THE WRITER IS INTENDING TO PORTRAY AS REASONABLE AND LEVEL HEADED, because their actions had bad outcomes. But like. that was BC the writers had decided already they wanted to portray them as ditzy and terrible at their jobs and gives them bad outcomes.

#dc comics #titans/young justice: graduation day #young justice

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batcavescolony · 5 months

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Snapper Carr. this was gonna be a post on how he seems cool but then I looked at his Wikipedia character bio and.....

This is what it says and I'm just reiterating it so if it's wrong its on Wikipedia

Becomes an honorary member of the JLA during his senior year of high school, did monitor duty and jack of all trades stuff. a guy named John Dough convinces him to betray the JL, John Dough ends up being the Joker. Leaves the JL. Family and him get kidnapped. Brain washed. Becomes a villain because after he left the JL no college would accept him and no one would higher him. Didn't go to jail and got a job at STAR labs because Superman. kidnapped (along with other humans) and taken to the Dominator homeworld, where they are forced to run a gauntlet of horrific deadly traps and experiments. Revealed he has the metagene (teleports when he snaps). went to alien insane asylum because he kept his eyes open during a teleport and saw the eternity of time passing (temporarily driven insane), escaped. accidentally imprisoned. then captured and tortured, during torture his hands were cut off so he couldn't teleport but later got hands again but now can't teleport. He got married and divorced. Turned into a Android by amazo. Almost driven insane AGAIN! kidnapped by demons and tortured for several days. suffered from severe depression. Thrown back in time in a loop where he was forced to relive the loss of his hands over and over again. Then left on an astroid for a bit. And after that Red Tornado was like 'hey I know a guy who could help Young Justice' and put him there.

It's doesn't end there but I think I'll have to read some of these comics because WTF! the JLA should give him therapy and a break. Is he ok?

(He also has a cat names starro and wears superhero themed graphic tees cool right?)

And he was in the YJ TV show hes a teacher, adopted Harper and Cullen and officiated Conner and Megan's (🤢 sorry I just hate them) wedding.

#snapper carr #lucas carr #lucas snapper carr #comics #dc comics #young justice 98 #young justice #young just us #batcavescolony reads comics #is he my new blorbo? he can do no wrong. idgaf he apparently went supervillain he deserves it as a treat. he needs a hug and therapy

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batmanonthecover · 4 months

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Justice League of America #65 - September 1968 (DC Comics - USA)

Cover Art: Dick Dillin

T.O. MORROW KILLS THE JUSTICE LEAGUE .. TODAY

Script: Gardner Fox

Art: Dick Dillin (Pencils), Sid Greene (Inks), Joe Letterse (Letters)

Characters: Justice League of America [Aquaman [Arthur Curry]; The Atom [Ray Palmer]; Batman [Bruce Wayne]; The Flash [Barry Allen]; Green Arrow [Oliver Queen]; Green Lantern [Hal Jordan]; Hawkman [Katar Hol / Carter Hall]; Superman [Clark Kent / Kal-El]; Wonder Woman [Diana Prince]]; Justice Society of America [Atom [Al Pratt]; Black Canary [Dinah Drake Lance]; Doctor Fate [Kent Nelson]; The Flash [Jay Garrick]; Green Lantern [Alan Scott]; Hawkman [Carter Hall]; Hourman [Rex Tyler]; Mr. Terrific [Terry Sloane]; Sandman [Wesley Dodds]]; Amazo (villain); Snapper Carr (JLA mascot); Crystal Creature (villain, Appellaxian); Doctor Light [Dr. Arthur Light] (villain); Hawkgirl [Shayera Thal / Shiera Hall]; Jean Loring (girlfriend of Green Lantern); Mera (wife of Aquaman); Midge (girlfriend of Snapper Carr); T. O. Morrow (villain); Red Tornado (android); Starro the Conqueror (villain); Super-Duper (villain); Steve Trevor (boyfriend of Wonder Woman)

Synopsis: T. O. Morrow has defeated the Justice Society on Earth-Two as part of his overall plan. He then defeats the Justice League on Earth-One. His scheme involves his supercomputer breaking down the vibrational barriers between universes, which will annihilate both Earths. Red Tornado revives some of the Justice League members, and together they defeat Morrow. He then revives the rest of the Justice League and the Justice Society.

Batman story #1,247

#comics #dc comics #justice league of america #batman #green lantern #aquaman #wonder woman #green arrow #superman #flash #atom #hawkman #dick dillin #gardner fox #sid greene #joe letterse #1968

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buriedalienfma · 9 months

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Another week, another episode of ‘My Adventures with Superman’. Honestly, I am getting a little restless having to wait for an entire week for a new episode, but that’s just because I really like the show and want more of it. This week saw the release of episode 4, and I wanted to talk about it. This episode follows a similar pattern to the previous episodes in that the relationships and the dynamics between the main characters are very well written, but the actual superhero stuff is comparatively weaker.

Here’s my thoughts on episode 4 (obligatory spoiler warning for those who haven’t seen the episode yet) :

- I was surprised that there was no follow up to Superman unlocking his heat vision in the last episode. You would think that it would be a pretty big deal to Clark since he’s been shown to struggle with controlling his powers in previous episodes.

- I do like that Lois was frustrated with how her interview with Superman went in the previous episode. She’s absolutely right in being angry that Superman didn’t really answer any of her questions, especially since he initiated the interview in the first place. I like it when Lois isn’t completely and entirely enamored with Superman and is willing to call him out when she needs to. It just makes their dynamic more interesting and shows that the characters are on equal footing.

- On the other hand, I like that Clark is protective of his secret identity, and even takes measures to hide any evidence that might point to him being Superman. I’ve always considered Superman to be a very introverted character. He tends to keep people at an arms length and and has some loner tendencies that sometimes strain his relationships with others. It’s a nice little contradiction in his character. Superman’s public image in-universe and out is that of a cool and confident hero, but he’s far more reserved than you would expect and that’s one of the more interesting facets of his character.

- I like that there’s a focus on the reporters of the Daily Planet trying to expose the corruption and other unethical activities of the rich and elite of Metropolis. It makes the series feel a little more relevant and topical.

- In this episode the trio is tasked with covering a Gala held by Anthony Ivo, a CEO of the fictional Amazotech. In this episode, Ivo seems to be reminiscent of Tony Stark, especially with how grandstanding and egotistical he is.

- A small moment, but I like that Clark is a little passive with how he interviews Ivo - until the latter insults Lois, at which point Clark becomes way more confrontational. It’s a very cute bit of characterization.

- This episode further develops the relationship between Lois and Clark. The scene where the two are talking to and opening up to each other right after Clark is kicked out of the AmazoTech building is definitely the highlight of the episode. It’s revealed that Lois has a strained relationship with her father and that she has been an intern for over a year, which explains why the character has been so obsessed with chasing a good story in both this episode and previous episodes. It goes to show that Lois isn’t one note and there’s layers to the character. And Clark comforting Lois when she’s opening up to him is such a sweet moment.

- And another thing about that scene - this show very clearly knows just how attractive the main characters are. I remember that one of the people working on the show even confirmed that they deliberately tried to make Superman look cute and/or attractive in every scene that he’s in. I very much approve of that. It’s about time that Superman breaks away from his “America’s stern father figure” image. And as for Lois, well - there’s a good reason why a lot of people are falling head over heels in love with her tomboy design in this show.

- The villain of the episode is Ivo, who is using a mech suit that can absorb and imitate Superman’s powers. In the comics and other media, Ivo is the creator of Amazo, an android that copies other superheroes’ powers, but this episode combines that idea with the character of Parasite, a classic Superman villain that has the power to drain the life energy from his victims. Now I know that some comic fans are upset that many of the metahuman and fantastical characters from the comics are being changed in this adaptation so that they are more tech-based. I’m on the fence on this one. On the one hand, I think that fans should just accept that this adaptation is trying something new instead of being slavish to the comics. It’s an adaptation and it’s allowed to change things. On the other hand, I think that the writers could have gone a lot further with how they adapted Parasite, by playing into the body horror and bio-weapon aspects. They could have been a lot more creative, but they play it a little too safe, since Ivo’s ‘Parasite’ Mech suit is a little generic.

- I do like that once again, Jimmy and Lois are able to help Superman defeat the villain. I also like that Superman ultimately uses his brains to gain an advantage over his enemy rather than simply spamming his superpowers. It shows that Superman isn’t just a meathead.

- Ivo not being able to understand that Superman is simply helping people out of the goodness of his own heart is a neat bit of characterization. I like that this aspect of the Superman is played sincerely. The show isn’t trying to imitate the MCU style of humor that likes to lampshade and poke fun at the premises and tropes of superhero stories. Superman helps people, because he’s a good person. That’s played 100 % straight and I really appreciate that.

- Jimmy isn’t given a lot of focus in this episode and the previous episode. I hope that changes in future episodes as I would like him to get more spotlight. Ideally, I would have Jimmy be the first person to find out that Clark is Superman, and then become Superman’s secret keeper, just to reinforce the idea of Jimmy being Superman’s best friend, but I don’t think the show is going in that direction.

- And the thing that really got me interested - the epilogue of this episode. Lois puts the pieces together and starts to realize that Clark Kent might be Superman. From previous scenes, we know that Lois already has an issue with people keeping secrets from her. That means that there’s going to be a little bit more tension and drama in the relationship between her and Clark, and I am very much looking forward to that. So far, the romance has been played as wholesome and sweet, and there’s nothing wrong with that, but there is a part of me that wants to see a little bit of tension and maybe even some angst in the relationship, just because I think that would be pretty engaging.

So that’s episode 4. I am enjoying this show, though I acknowledge that it has some flaws. The people behind this show have worked on shows like Ducktales and She-Ra, which were pretty good from what I’ve heard, so I think I’m justified in having faith that they’ll eventually iron out the flaws of this show

#my adventures with superman #superman #clark kent #lois lane #jimmy olsen #dc animation

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jessilynallendilla · 10 months

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MY ADVENTURES WITHSUPERMAN REACTION

EPISODE 1:

Why is child Clark wearing glasses? He has no identity to hide yet unlike in Birthright. Other than that Baby~ and the S!

His alarm clock has a rooster on it

He’s a bumbling, nervous klutz because of his powers not because he’s trying to hide them. Being an adorable nerdy dork is just a bonus

“I had to save a cat” The writers understood the assignment

Clois meet cute

Look at Babygirl trying to flirt

Lady, you work with food, you shouldn’t put your shoes on the counter

Clark is such a Babygirl~ eating three dozen donuts so often the bakers got him his own bib

Little park Roomba

Ok I’m still not onboard with the whole race swapping Jimmy and Perry but I will give them this they made Jimmy an oblivious conspiracy theorist (why does our alarm clock keep exploding) at least it’s a personality besides Superman fanboy and Perry’s personality is spot on

Every buyer or fencer disappeared, wonder why that is?

Patty, I love you

If you're trying to be inconspicuous don't have a convoy of garbage trucks run a bunch of red lights

So, Metropolis is an island in this earth

Clark calls Lois out on using people and lying about it, and she admits she was wrong and grows as a person

Is Clark infused with nanotech?

Oooh oooh animation error his tie is in the rubble when Clark stumbles into frame he isn't wearing one but after Lois hugs him and apologizes it’s miraculously there

So, there’s no police or media coverage for the giant mech fight destroying the docks? And Perry has no interest at all?

EPISODE 2:

So, the baby sized pod grew under the fields, is it using the natural minerals in the earth? I mean it's been there for decades and nothing grew there

“I don’t think that’s a language from earth, son.” It sounds like a bunch of romance languages put together so Esperanto?

I don’t blame baby Clark for being scared that shit would be terrifying to a child

Flamebird, I understood that reference

What eyewitnesses at the dock, no one else was there but you

Jimmy trying to set up Clark and Lois together

Jonathan feigns stomach problems to get out of dodge, so that’s where Clark gets it

“It grew” so the spaceship is getting bigger, how big, will it take over the whole farm, the entire state of Kansas?

“I need to find out who I am, Ma.” “I know who you are, you’re my son.” oh my heart

Well, that’s different from a bunch of crystals

Jor El’s reaction when Clark says he doesn’t know him

Magical Girl nanotech transformation suit

Ma Kent getting Clark pants so his dick won’t show

Deathstroke is giving Lotor vibes not old bitch that gets his ass kicked by teenagers

Where was Leslie hiding those shoulder pauldrons?

Is Leslie fused with Krypton electricity nanites or something?

So, Leslie’s tech was also Kryptonian and that means those “military” mechs were also alien in origin and that spaceship battle and giant portal opening in the sky was pretty ominous, was that Clark’s wormhole or something more sinister? And does Clark just have a connection to all Kryptonian tech since he’s presumably infused with nanites? And does he still get his powers from the sun or is it the nanites, or do the nanites just enhance it?

Amazo billboard, is that just a reference or will the android show up later?

Clark cleans up his mess because he’s a good boy

So, it’s not going to be a Magical Girl transformation, he can change it like normal clothes

Dammit Jimmy they were about to kiss

Cat Grant, a gossip columnist, stole the byline of the downtown anime fight, so the rivalry begins

Les-Lie Willis

Oh, shit it’s Amanda Waller

now to wait a week for Episode 3

#superman #my adventures with superman #my adventures with superman spoilers

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stealingyourbones · 2 years

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Small thoughts i don't know how to expand:

•Sam and Poison Ivy are related

• An interaction between Black Manta and Danny

•Tucker finds Amazo

Response to this post

1.) Pamela Isley is Sam’s aunt. She’s actually the reason that got her interested in plants in the first place. Pamela showed Sam her garden and taught her about various flora. Sam gets in a disagreement with her parents and flees to stay with Aunt Ivy for the summer avoid her parents. So what if she’s a eco-terrorist? She’s a protector of the environment and a fucking awesome aunt.

2.) I’ve only read the old comics of the guy so idk if this has changed: Black Manta’s goal for invading Atlantis was to find a place for black people to be the leaders and rulers. To leave the land of prejudice and racism. Maybe he tries to find a way into the Ghost Zone because that’s another location for him to go to that isn’t plagued by land dwellers. Black Manta tries to contact the Ghost King to ask for a way to access the ghost zone and that’s how he meets Danny.

3.) Tucker finds amazo and fully reprograms him to have a good soul. Imagine Doombot from the Marvel Runaways comic line. A evil robot who defected and tries to do right. He still can learn and duplicate heroes powers but now they’re on the good guys side. Imagine the fucking heart attack that the JLA has when they first see this massive fucking android in a very nice green suit (there is no cannon reason for besides the fact that it’ll look near and because I say so) and happily chatting with this kid that Lucius Fox approved of.

#danny phantom #dp x dc #dc comics #writing prompts #dp x dc prompt #bones replies #ashoutinthedarkness

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nitewrighter · 6 months

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Scoops! (Part 6)

Capping off the climax! After this is the epilogue! Honestly, I'm amazed at how fast this fic came together for me. It's made me a lot more confident with regards to writing for the DC universe in general.

Previous Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5

Read it on AO3 here!

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Kryptonite was another thing slotted under ‘Things we don’t understand about Clark’s powers and alien physiology,’ and the one thing none of the three of them really wanted to talk about for obvious, traumatic reasons. Jimmy thought about it, Clark knew. He had once seen Jimmy slam his laptop shut on several web search tabs for radium, uranium, willemite, fluorite, ‘crystals that grow other crystals,’ ‘interdimensional crystals,’ ‘allergic reaction to rocks,’ and a whole host of other searches that yielded 6th grade geology, complex but ultimately unhelpful chemistry, or new age bunk. Clark did not know, for example, that the kryptonite rounds basically just imbued the League’s regular plasma plasma energy rounds with kryptonite radiation until Jalana said so. If he was willing to think about Kryptonite more, that would make sense—for all its destructive power, and its ability to apparently grow new crystals simply by its presence, the actual, physical, irradiated rock itself seemed to come in such tiny quantities, it would seem unlikely to practically serve as ammunition in any kind of weapon. Or maybe it had to come in tiny qualities because the growing crystal factor was too structurally dangerous to be spackling walls with it, and reducing the amount of the material used reduced that factor.

Clark’s own memories of carrying that crystal to the interior of that invading ship on Thanksgiving didn’t dwell on the nature of his obstacles—at the time, his brain was just a blur of fear for his parents, fear for Lois and Jimmy, horror at the ship buried beneath their cornfield living up to every one of his nightmares, and utter bewilderment at the hologram helping him (his father?). He hadn’t had the time to really observe the effects of the crystal around him. It was all ‘Flying, punching, blaze of green agony, Dad(!?), explosion, and then he more or less came to listening to Lois yell at her dad. Not exactly a massive well of information in that time.

There was a dark, morbid, and infinitely lonely corner of Clark’s soul that felt a strange relief when he first experienced the sensation of Kryptonite tearing through him. After years of wondering just how far his invulnerability went, here was at least one answer. It gave a shining, sharp quality to the pain and the all-consuming fear. I can die, it thought, with a weird spark of deliriously childish joy that both did and didn’t fully comprehend what was happening, Like a human. I can die, too. I’m mortal. I’m not that different from them.

Maybe it would have been a bigger relief if that first brush with the crystal wasn’t paired with all that imagery of evil alternate versions of himself inflicting massive destruction and suffering, but for all of Lois’s reassurance that those Supermen weren’t him, Clark understood why the League would package the two together. It was a warning and a weapon for every Lois initiated into the League: There is a monster, and here is how you kill it.

Is this killing? Is Amazo alive? Clark thought as he kept pushing Amazo down with ice breath as those blasts of green colored the air around them both. He tried to just focus on the outward blast of breath. If he could get enough distance before he breathed back in. He could avoid inhaling kryptonite particulates… probably? But no, that wasn’t how radiation worked, and at the back of his mind he knew that. Amazo, of course, was receiving the actual full force of the rounds, and Clark was filled with a queasy horror at the sight of the android’s all too human flailing, every impact contorting its body into a twisted recoil of pain. Clark had to force himself not to instinctively hang back as he saw the greenish tint that the ice crystals forming on Amazo were taking on. Amazo wasn’t moving anymore at this point, those orange eyes were staring out, blankly, and fading, fading—

Amazo suddenly hit the floor of the League headquarters and a massive cloud of glowing, freezing, green-tinted diamond dust burst off of the Android in a great sparkling puff at its impact.

Speed, thought Clark, flying upward, trying to stay ahead of the quickly encroaching ice cloud, Speed, faster, not fast enough. Have to—

But that great cloud puffed up around him, submerged him, and then that terrifying, despairing pain tore through him, inside and out. All at once he felt his flight slip away from him, and those strange, long seconds where upward momentum soon surrenders to gravity. He was dropping, back into that cloud, back into death. He squeezed his eyes shut.

Jimmy, you were right. I messed up, he thought as he felt his throat close up, Lois, I’m sorry, I don’t think I’m going to make it back. Lois, I love you—

But that last thought was enough to make his brain claw back to consciousness. He didn’t want to die—he really, really didn’t want to die. No—he couldn’t die here. How much of this was the memory of that first pain, of the despair he felt in the heart of that ship on Thanksgiving, and how much of it was the actual physical sensation of his body shutting down? The pain itself sent his body into so much of a panic mode that it took him a few seconds of falling to realize that this wasn’t as bad as his exposure to the crystal back on Thanksgiving. It was still bad, obviously. It was really bad. He could still feel the crystals growing in his body, but it was definitely slower than direct exposure to Kryptonite had been. He had made it through Thanksgiving—he could make it through this. Well, okay he definitely would have died without the mysterious Father(?) hologram, but dammit he was going to make it through this. He told Lois he was going to come back and she was stuck back in his world keeping an eye on the Spider Lady and oh god was she okay?

Clark wasn’t sure exactly how he managed to get those few dregs of coordination out of himself, but even if he couldn’t fly, he at least managed to muscle through the worst of the pain to slow and partially control his fall. His descent was dizzy, swaying, like a gnat on a hot day. He half-glided half fell to one of the wall walkways and collapsed in a rolling heap. His eyes were watering, and with his throat half-closed up, he was almost drowning in his own nauseous saliva. If super-hearing was picking up Jimmy’s cries of ‘Clark! Are you okay? C’mon, buddy, say something! Please!’ Clark’s brain wasn’t able to surface itself from the pain enough to comprehend it. Every cell in his body was screaming ‘Make it stop, get it away’ and the fire of his own neurons felt like it had been replaced by ribbons of needle-like shards of glass tearing up everything around them. He rose to his knees and elbows and dry-heaved, tears and saliva dripping from his face onto the floor, his own vision blurring with the pain so much he didn’t even register the droplets, or the green glow in the veins on the back of his hand. He wasn’t convulsing this time, and the sensation of those crystals tearing his body from within was significantly reduced, but he could only almost breathe, his chest heaving as his nails dug hard rivulets into the floor. Still a little bit of super-strength, and a dulled thrum of pain in his fingers that spoke to the ghost of invulnerability, but not enough air, not yet.

You’ve gotten some distance. You’ve gotten some distance, he tried to tell himself over the din of his whole body’s anguished cries of protest, It’s going to settle. It’s going to pass. It has to… please, please, it has to.

——

The main hall of the League headquarters was so cold, Jimmy could see his breath puffing out of him as he sprinted. His sneakers could barely keep a grip on the ice-dusted floor, he was all lean limbs desperately flailing forward and only barely keeping their balance.

“Hey, watch it!” hissed one Lois, her cat ears flattening as she stumbled out of his way.

No time to unpack that, thought Jimmy, still sprinting.

“Claaaark!?” Jimmy hollered, rushing past two Loises who were supporting a limping Lois out of the main hall. He heard dense, low, almost animalistic panting and the memory of Clark’s convulsions on Thanksgiving flinched to the center of his mind. He hated that he immediately knew that sound was Clark. It was two floors above him. He had to find stairs, clamber over some wreckage on one flight, but then had to help another injured League of Lois member ease herself over the wreckage on the way down, climb up over that wreckage again, and race up three more flights before reaching the floor Clark was on. Clark’s hyperventilating had quieted at this point, and Jimmy really hoped that was, ‘this was reduced exposure and he’s getting better’ quieting and not ‘he’s now a crystal-covered corpse’ quieting.

He found Clark buckled over, his body crumpled and his cape pooled around him rendering him a shapeless red mass. The hyperventilating had apparently given way to long, dragged out, exhausted gasps.

“Clark!” Jimmy yelled, racing forward, and that red shape shifted slightly in response to his name, one hand still gripping his throat, eyes rheumy and skin slicked with sweat. Then Clark seemingly shrank in on himself again.

Jimmy slid to his knees in front of Clark and braced his hands on Clark’s shoulders.

“Clark—Clark, buddy, look at me,” said Jimmy, trying to push up Clark’s torso to get a better look at his face. Superman looked like death warmed over.

“Jimmy…?” his voice was a croak.

“It’s me. I couldn’t see anything on the feeds. I had to come find you,” said Jimmy.

“‘M’okay,” Clark mumbled woozily, one eye closed and the other heavy-lidded.

“You’re okay?” Said Jimmy.

“I’m okay,” Clark’s voice was thick as both eyes opened a bit more.

“You’re sure?” said Jimmy.

“Mm-hm,” Clark flopped his head in something approximating a nod.

“Then what the hell were you thinking?!” Jimmy shook his shoulders and Clark suppressed a gag. Jimmy caught himself, saying, “Sorry—sorry,” before suddenly hugging Clark tightly. Clark weakly brought one forearm up across Jimmy’s back to return the embrace.

“Didn’t… mean to scare you…” Clark grunted, his breath steadying.

Jimmy felt the heat of the beginning of a cry pushing at the back of his eyes, but he just squeezed his eyes shut and held Clark tighter.

“Kryptonite radiation doesn’t last very long when it’s cut off from its source,” a voice spoke up and Jimmy lifted his head slightly to see Lewis, looking sober, still holding his League sidearm.

Jimmy looked up at Lewis, then furrowed his brow and angled himself a bit more protectively between Lewis and Clark.

“It still absolutely could have killed him though,” said Lewis, “If the plan had gone wrong, if the Android had already adapted to his weaknesses… if he had gotten hit.”

Jimmy kept up his glare.

Lewis gave a frustrated little huff that was very signature of Lois. “What I’m saying is… I wasn’t sure if this wasn’t some kind of… convoluted, false flag, destructive plan between you and the android and the Spider Lady until I saw you put yourself at risk like that. So…” he glanced off, pinched his mouth for a few seconds, and tightened his jaw, “Thank you,” he said stiffly, “For the ice breath.”

“Mm-hm,” Clark had to put significant effort into lifting his arm enough to give a thumbs-up of acknowledgement. “Is… it gone?” he managed to say, his voice half-muffled into Jimmy’s jacket.

“We have a team taking a look,” said Lewis. His lips thinned before he added, “We’ll have to disassemble the whole thing. Figure out which parts came from which worlds. It could actually significantly help us track future emergences of—”

There was a scream and a shattering sound from down below and Clark’s head jerked up in a panic. It took Jimmy half a second to realize Clark’s super-hearing was picking up more than they could, but by then, Clark had suddenly seized a handful of Jimmy’s jacket from the back.

“Move!” The word was still a pained grunt from Clark, and Jimmy wasn’t sure how much of it was super-strength or just the sheer size difference between them, but Clark threw Jimmy away from himself. Jimmy bounced and slid across the walkway floor with a grunt, before stopping himself with his elbow just in time to see Amazo smash up through the walkway up in front of Clark. Lewis raised his sidearm and clearly hesitated, realizing his gun was still set to use kryptonite rounds and not wanting to use it with Clark in such close range. Amazo didn’t hesitate to give him a hard swat in the chest, sending Lewis flying back even further than Jimmy, his gun clattering uselessly next to him.

“No—!” Clark flailed a hand after Lewis as he bounced along the walkway on their opposite side, but Amazo suddenly seized him by the throat, yanked him up off his feet, and slammed him so hard against the wall a spiderweb of impact cracks bloomed behind him. The sound Clark made was a sad and crumpled “Ghnk!” And his eyelids fluttered open just in time to see the android drawing its free fist back.

Not like this— he squeezed his eyes shut, his arms slow and stupid and weak from the kryptonite as he scrambled to try and break the Android’s grip on him.

“Scoops, stop!” Jimmy’s voice rang out and Clark kept bracing for an impact which never came. The only thing Clark was stuck with was a flare of adrenaline crashing uselessly against a body on the verge of shutdown, but the punch that should have caved his skull in never came. Clark opened one eye and saw Amazo’s fist seemingly frozen less than an inch from his cheekbone. Jimmy, too, was frozen in place, his breath still puffing in the cold air around them.

You have to say ‘Scoops’ before issuing a command, Jimmy remembered, I programmed Scoops to respond to Lois or me.

Clark’s breath was still ragged, his feet still dangling off the ground. Amazo was looking at Jimmy.

“Scoops?” Jimmy said again.

Amazo tilted its head.

A few feet away from them, Lewis groaned on the ground.

“Primary User Jimmy,” Amazo said slowly, still gripping Clark’s neck. Both Jimmy and Clark startled some at the sound of android’s voice, which sounded like an overlapping mix between the generic automated AI voice Scoops would eventually have once its AI learned enough, the distortion of Ivo’s parasite suit, and Clark’s voice—fed through an AI and given that odd AI choppiness, but with an unmistakably Clark-ish pitch, “You called me that before.”

“Because… it was your name,” said Jimmy, taking a few cautious steps forward, “Are—are you still in there, buddy?”

“Lane, report! What’s going on!?” The Leader Lois’s voice sounded over Lewis’s gauntlet and Lewis just grunted in response, “Lane?!“

Amazo stared at Jimmy searchingly. “I do not know. The heart was made to observe, to help, and to learn. But this body..” Amazo looked at its non-choking-Clark-out hand, “This body was made to consume and dominate. And yet… their synthesis…” Amazo was frozen in place, before lifting its head slightly, “Who…am I?”

Oh my god, Clark thought deliriously, hands still weakly struggling at Amazo’s grip, Clark software. It duplicated my existential crisis.

“I don’t really know but—c-can you let him go?” said Jimmy, gesturing at Clark.

Amazo’s hand opened around Clark’s neck and Clark dropped to the ground like a pile of bricks with a pained grunt, and Jimmy winced, “Sorry—” he said very quietly to Clark, before looking up at Amazo.

“I do not know if I can call you my creator,” said Amazo, who was apparently also Scoops, “I have been… changed. That which was once known as Scoops cannot be removed from this body without destroying both.” The Android folded its hands over that point where the hole in the parasite suit once was. Amazo looked out at the heavily battered headquarters surrounding them, including the broken walkway that just dropped to the floor below only a few inches behind its feet. “Is this… my purpose?”

“No!” Jimmy blurted out, “Um, no. Uh… belay that previous order.” He looked at Clark. “Belay..?”

Clark shrugged helplessly.

“Cancel,” said Jimmy, “Cancel that order.”

“Then… what is my purpose?” asked Amazo.

“Lane, I need a report now, do we mobilize for combat?!” the Leader Lois was still talking over Lewis’s gauntlet as he finally hauled himself to an upright sitting position with a pained grunt.

“Just… wait—!” said Lewis, gritting his teeth and wincing to lift his gauntlet.

“You were made to save a universe,” Clark blurted out, and Amazo’s head turned to face him,

“There’s—there’s stuff in you from different worlds. So that you could save a world that has… a whole bunch of stuff pouring into it.”

“Yes…” Amazo mused, “I feel.. much of that intention in my hardware. But then—-why have I been told to destroy?”

“Because the person who gave you that order is… in a lot of pain,” said Clark, “They thought,” he gave a glance back to Lewis before turning to Amazo, “They believe this place is a threat to their universe, but it doesn’t have to be. Just like you don’t have to destroy it.”

Scoops looked at Clark blankly, then its head swung over to Jimmy.

“uhh… yeah. What he said,” said Jimmy.

“Lewis?!” it was Jalana’s voice cutting over Lewis’s gauntlet now. Lewis looked up and realized Clark, Amazo, and Jimmy were all staring at him.

“…Tell all units stand by,” Lewis grunted into his gauntlet, “The… the android is… not currently attacking.”

“What do you mean ‘not currently attacking!?’” demanded the Leader Lois.

“I think I broke my sternum,” Lewis wheezed, “Look just—wait, they’re talking. If we start shooting again, I think that’ll just piss it off.”

Thank you, Jimmy mouthed.

“We’re moving in to confirm your report,” said the Leader Lois, before her voice clicked off on the gauntlet.

“Your sternum is broken,” said Amazo, as if this was helpful, “But according to my Kryptonian X-ray vision, it is not currently impacting your organs.”

You mean my Kryptonian X-ray vision, thought Clark, with the kind of sourness that only comes with having the everloving shit beaten out of you.

“Um…” Lewis’s brow crinkled.

“I did not want you to shoot me again,” said Amazo, explaining, before turning to Clark, “And you, Kryptonian, you have no concept of the actual limits of your powers and you have an extremely strong aversion to using your powers lethally. It made it very difficult to access them fully to execute my command.”

“So I guess calling you ‘Scoops’ must have caused some kind of system reset?” Jimmy scratched the back of his head, “Or maybe it was like opening the shell and entering system commands…”

It was at that point that a blue portal opened behind Lewis and both Jalana and the Leader Lois stepped out. The Leader Lois’s hand went to her sidearm immediately at the sight of both Clark and Amazo, but she hesitated as well, with both the Kryptonian and the Android looking at her with a steady blankness.

“Oh my god, Lewis—!” said Jalana, rushing to his side.

“Careful, careful!” Lewis winced and swayed with pain a little as she helped him to his feet.

“His sternum is broken,” Amazo said again.

“It talks!?” Jalana nearly dropped Lewis.

“Careful!” Lewis said again before Jalana quickly readjusted her grip and support on him.

“How… is this possible?” said the Leader Lois.

“It… responded to ‘Scoops,’” said Jimmy, “That was in its original programming. That either me, or a Lois, could command it.”

“Wait, why couldn’t I command it?” asked Clark, a little emotionally hurt, but mostly very, very physically hurt.

“I thought we’d need to figure out how to make it accommodate the whole secret identity thing together before I programmed it in,” said Jimmy.

“Oh, that’s thoughtful,” said Clark.

“Olsen,” Lewis pressed his fingertips to his forehead, “Are you saying you could have told it to stop at any time?”

“I didn’t know I could have told him to stop!” said Jimmy, “Look at him! He’s like… 80% parasite!”

“Maybe any of you could have told it to stop,” said Clark vacantly, slumping some of his weight on a wall, “I mean, if it was programmed to respond to a Jimmy or a Lois.”

“Ah-ha!” Said Jimmy, “Thank you, Clark. Excellent point. Except it would seem to be League policy to just shoot things on reflex!”

“You could not have stopped me,” said Amazo.

“Come again?” Said Jimmy.

“You could not have stopped me. I was set to see my objective to its completion, and my programming was functioning primarily on the abilities of the Kryptonian. My learning programming for sentience would not have fully activated had I not been forced to adapt beyond the Kryptonian’s abilities—this was catalyzed by the kryptonite exposure. I did not question my own being until I was faced with oblivion. This concept of self, the awareness of self, the decision to live, was born in ice and agony.” Amazo looked at Clark. “I do not believe I would have been able to achieve true free will and question my previous orders had I not become superior to you in every way. Thank you.”

“You’re… welcome?” Clark’s brow crinkled.

“Are you saying that you no longer intend to destroy the League of Lois Lanes?” the Leader Lois asked Amazo pointedly.

“I am still deciding,” said Amazo, looking at the heavily damaged walls and walkways surrounding them.

All the League members in the space instinctively shrank back and tensed up, hands going to their weapons with an obvious hesitation of, ‘This didn’t stop him before, how the hell is it going to stop him now?’

Amazo’s head shifted its angle. “Kryptonian super-hearing indicates the League of Lois Lanes has numerous highly powerful multidimensional entities in its custody—Destroying the League does not automatically ensure their destruction, and should they escape in the fallout, they may pose a risk to the universe I have been made to protect. As such, their continued containment is optimal. I will not destroy the League.”

Lewis had visibly broken a sweat next to the Leader Lois. “Th-that’s it?” he said before wincing and sinking against Jalana in pain.

Amazo fixed that orange gaze on him. “Do you wish to engage in further combat?”

The Leader Lois’s mouth opened but her jaw remained visibly tensed.

“Nope!” said Jalana very quickly, “No, we do not.”

The Leader Lois gave Jalana a hard side-eye, but then her gaze flicked to Clark. He was still slumped against the wall, and he met her eyes with a countenance that was still clammy with the memory of pain. The scrutiny in the Leader Lois’s eyes, and the sinking realization that she was weighing if Clark could go another round with the Android made Clark suddenly feel very small, and very tired. He couldn’t help remembering seeing that same visible calculation in the Spider Lady’s face.

Don’t worry, I’m not hitting you with anything you can’t take.

Except the Leader Lois cared even less if Clark lived or died, or likely even saw his death as the avoidance of all sorts of future potential tragedy. But then her eyes scanned across the other League members, noting their exhaustion, their obvious skepticism towards any effectiveness of their weapons, or even some of them helping injured League members out of the hall or helping each other clamber over rubble and move away from less stable areas of the headquarters. She shut her eyes again; that exhausted, brow-furrowed, eyes-squeezed-shut, long-inhale-through-the-nostrils expression that Clark had seen on the Spider Lady, that he had seen on his own Lois.

Lois Lane had kicked plenty of figurative hornets’ nests in her life, but there was only so much she was willing to put other people at risk.

And the Leader Lois had seen too many Lois Lanes die in her lifetime.

“If you mean us no further harm, I would simply ask that you leave us alone,” said the Leader Lois, looking at Amazo.

“I would ask the same,” said Amazo, “For myself and the universe I was made to protect.”

“We can do that within reason,” said the Leader Lois, “However, the Spider Lady is still at large.”

“Oh!” Jimmy piped up, slumping Clark’s arm across his shoulders to support him, “Sssooo…about that…”

Lewis’s eye involuntarily twitched.

——

“So your plan is… sitting on me,” said the Spider Lady flatly. Lois was, indeed, sitting cross-legged on the Spider Lady’s back, arms folded, right on that roof where Clark and Jimmy had left them.

“Yup,” said Lois.

“I outmaneuvered Bruno Manheim and Carmine Falcone in my world, but sure, I’m going to lose to the Lois whose plan is sitting on me.”

“With the contingency plan of elbow-dropping you if you get out from under me,” said Lois, lifting her chin, “Plus, the Falcone in my world got taken down by Vicki Vale, so maybe those credentials aren’t that impressive.”

“Vicki Vale?” the Spider Lady repeated, “Really?”

“Actually,” Lois huffed, “Yeah, it’s so cool. It kind of sucks that she’s a jerk but it was amazing,”

“I’ll bet,” the Spider Lady said distantly, “She’s a jerk?”

“I mean, kind of. I used to think she was the kind of journalist I wanted to be, but I guess.. by the time I met her, I changed.”

“The Vicki Vale in my universe died before I ever got to meet her,” the Spider Lady said, that exhaustion leeching back into her voice. She was quiet for a few seconds. “I really need more girl friends,” she said, mostly to herself.

“I’ve been telling myself that for years and I don’t know if it’s like, an internalized misogyny thing or an ADHD thing or a bi thing or an army brat thing but ever since I stopped living with Lucy, I get so self-conscious when I’m surrounded by women,” said Lois, “Like women I should relax and be social with. I always feel like I’m missing 30% of the conversation because I’m missing the secret girl language.”

“And I can’t do bathroom girl talk,” said the Spider Lady, a bit sullenly.

“Seriously! Why go to the bathroom in packs!? It’s weird!” Lois exclaimed, “Like—”

“Just let me pee!” They both said at the same time and Lois caught herself.

“…you’re really me from another universe, huh?” Lois said quietly.

“It’s honestly terrifying how willing you are to beat the shit out of yourself with zero hesitation,” said the Spider Lady.

“Well, you made that kind of easy, with the whole… kidnapping and torture thing,” said Lois.

“Fair,” said the Spider Lady.

A long silence passed. Lois pulled her coat a little tighter around herself. What was she going to do if Clark and Jimmy didn’t come back? No, they would come back. They had to. Except it was the League where she got that awful rock that nearly killed Clark—if they considered Superman in general to be that big of a threat, it was likely they had more. But if Clark and Jimmy didn’t come back, then she was stuck with a woman who was dangerous, unpredictable, and had her face. Why had she told Clark to go save the League? They sucked and they all thought they were so great because they had stupid Pulitzers—and with that rock, they could be one of the most dangerous places she could send Clark into. And Jimmy—what if he ended up in one of those interdimensional jail cells he kept warning her about earlier? And Lois was stuck uselessly back here, with no portals whatsoever to help them, and no way to know if anything or everything had gone horribly wrong. Her mouth pulled into a tight frown. They shouldn’t have to be there.

“If you made him to save your universe, why not just leave with Amazo?” Lois asked after a while, “Why destroy the League?”

“It’s not in their interest for my universe to improve its circumstances. And sooner or later, they’d see Amazo as a threat,” said the Spider Lady, “So I’m not making it a threat. I’m making it a promise. And I promise that they are going to know the chaos, and panic, and pain, and despair that my world knows every day.”

Lois was looking down at her, almost blankly.

“Nothing to say?” said the Spider Lady.

“…not really. It’s just… freaky, knowing I can get that angry,” said Lois. For a few seconds, Lois wished this version of herself was more alien, more horribly unrecognizable than she actually was. She wished the prospect of becoming like this woman was unimaginable, but it wasn’t. For a moment, Lois felt it: that kernel of rage inside herself, that sharp little fire that blazed against the injustice of the world, it was one of the reasons why she became a journalist, but it wasn’t the only one. For all the loneliness and powerlessness and frustration she had known, that resentful childhood in her father’s shadow, never able to really put down roots, she had at least been able to see brief glimpses of a world worth fighting for, and people worth protecting, even if she never seemed able to hold onto them for long. And here, and now, she had the Planet, and Jimmy, and Clark—a purpose and people who let her grow herself around that old sharp fire, like an irritating grain of sand, not quite a pearl yet, but getting closer, every day. How much of that had burned away for the Spider Lady, she wondered? Until all she had left was the rage and the sharpness? Lois folded her arms, “But also, we’re not going to let that happen.”

“Why save the League?” the Spider Lady returned, “You’re not a member, and you’re clearly very close with your Clark, which probably puts you at odds with a lot of their policies.”

“Because even if they’re jerks, that doesn’t mean they should get murdered by a robot?” said Lois. And maybe Clark has something to prove… she thought to herself.

“God, you and that Clark are so righteous, here. I don’t know how you can stand it,” muttered the Spider Lady. She was quiet for a few minutes longer. “…is your Jimmy happy here?” she asked at last.

“He’s had pretty much all of his crazy conspiracy theories vindicated by Clark and Cadmus and he’s a multi-millionaire… so I think he’s doing okay,” said Lois. “Aside from a little incident with his drone.”

“Good,” the Spider Lady said softly, “That’s… good. And you’re still friends?”

“Of course we’re still friends,” said Lois. She pulled her coat a little tighter around herself as a winter wind blew through. “…aren’t you cold in that dress?”

“It’s fine. I think it’s keeping the swelling down—” the Spider Lady started but cut herself off as as a blue portal appeared in front of her and the Leader Lois stepped out, accompanied by Lewis, Jalana, and at least a half dozen other Loises, circling both Lois and the Spider Lady, and holding their guns at the ready.

“Hey, woah!” Lois put her arms up, angrily. The Leader Lois stood in front of her, examining both her and the Spider Lady, but Lois tried to get a better look at the portal, only to shrink where she was as she saw Amazo step out. Dread dropped like a rock into her stomach

If the Android’s here, what happened to—

Her breath caught in her throat, then left her in a sigh of relief to see Jimmy and Clark stepping through the pale blue portal. There was an instant, flinching reflex in her brain to spring to her feet and sprint over and throw her arms around them both, but between the League and their sidearms, the Spider Lady beneath her, and now the Android lumbering toward her, that was balanced out by a ‘no sudden moves’ survival instinct.

Relief washed over Clark as they stepped out of the portal, away from the League, away from whatever residual Kryptonite particulates and radiation were still hanging in that universe’s air. He drew in a long breath of cold, winter rooftop air and then made eye contact with Lois. He saw her eyes light up with recognition, and then he saw her expression shift as she took in them both, and particularly how Clark looked like he had gotten the stuffing kicked out of him and only partially, hastily jammed back in. Joyful relief was quickly saturated with ‘What the hell happened to you,’ before Lois was obscured completely by the hulking frame of the Android.

“Could you move, please?” Amazo loomed over Lois and the Spider Lady. Lois leaned around Amazo’s legs to see Clark and Jimmy both giving her silent, nervous, nods and ‘scoot over’ gestures. Lois slowly got up from the Spider Lady and stepped to the side. The Spider Lady coughed and grunted as her breathing was less restricted, and she pushed herself up to a buckled over kneeling position.

“What—?” The Spider Lady craned her neck up and squinted at Amazo, “What happened to you?”

“I have evolved past my original parameters and have elected not to perform the task you set out for me,” said Amazo.

This was the moment when it seemed like true and genuine horror washed over the Spider Lady’s features as she pushed herself up to a kneeling position.

“I found that the destruction of the League of Lois Lanes is not requisite, and in fact possibly detrimental to the stabilization of your universe. And I was made to save your universe,” Amazo said, as if to clarify.

The Spider Lady’s face dropped from horror to ‘are you fucking kidding me.’

“This Lois belongs to Earth 19-Y,” said Amazo, addressing the League as it picked up the Spider Lady by the back of her jacket. The Spider Lady hung from Amazo’s grip with the kind of rage-turned-to-blankness you would see in a feral kitten being held by the scruff of its neck, “I have been created with the purpose of saving that universe, so she is my responsibility.”

“She needs to be taken into League custody,” the Leader Lois said sternly.

Amazo just looked over at her. For all the animalistic fierceness Ivo had carved into the face of the original parasite suit, since it had taken on some aspects of Clark’s appearance, that red-orange glow of its eyes now seemingly had that cool and measured neutrality Superman sometimes took on when he would take a gun from a criminal’s hand, crumple it like some particularly sturdy construction paper and say, ‘Okay, we’re not doing that.’

“I was made to save her universe. You are welcome to attempt to stop me,” Amazo said calmly.

There was a long, tense moment. The Lois with the robot arm stepped forward with her rifle at the ready, but the Leader Lois held up a hand as a signal for her to stop.

“…you can stabilize your universe as you see fit, Android,” said the Leader Lois, “So long as it, and she,” she gestured to the Spider Lady, “Remain contained within its respective confines.”

With that, she hit a button on her gauntlet, opening a blue portal. “This will take you to Earth 19-Y.”

“Thank you,” said Amazo, holding up the Spider Lady demonstratively, “I will take it upon myself to prevent her from escaping our universe and causing further harm, as a part of our universe’s stabilization.”

“You’re so thoughtful,” the Spider Lady’s voice was dripping with venom.

“Primary User Jimmy,” said Amazo, looking at Jimmy, “You show recognition and acceptance of me, both as your creation, and for what I have become. For that, I am grateful.”

“I always knew you were going to be amazing, Scoops,” said Jimmy, while also thinking, Not necessarily in the ‘is also terrifying’ factor but whatever. Jimmy caught himself, “Wait—or do you prefer Amazo, now?”

“Either is fine. I simply hope I can show the same wisdom as a creator that you have, someday,” said Amazo, placing one foot into the portal, “Farewell.” With that, Scoops, carrying the Spider Lady, slipped into the spiral of bluish light.

“Bye…” Jimmy felt a bittersweetness building in his throat as the android that was once his beloved drone became merely a silhouette and then faded to nothingness.

“Jimmy, did Scoops just say it was going to create life?” asked Clark as the portal closed behind them.

“Don’t worry about it, buddy.” Jimmy patted Clark’s back.

“I’m going to worry about it.”

“So… you were keeping the Spider Lady the entire time your friends were confronting the Android with us?” the Leader Lois stepped over to Lois, who was dusting herself off.

“Lois walloped her!” Jimmy exclaimed, “It was like a UFC fight!”

“Jimmy—!” Lois was blushing before quickly adding, “Look, it wasn’t a big deal. My Clark—I mean, Clark had already disarmed her. I just… felt I had to act before she pulled any more surprises on us.” Lois felt herself cringing at the last sentence. She really didn’t like putting herself closer to that League ‘Shoot first, ask questions later’ attitude. And the Leader Lois’s response only raised her discomfort.

“You’re honestly proving yourself to be a great Lois,” said Leader Lois.

“I don’t need your approval!” Lois snapped before catching herself, “Woah, wow, sorry, I was just… bracing myself for more criticism there.”

“That’s fair,” said the Leader Lois.

“But also—I don’t,” Lois said haltingly, “I don’t need your approval. I’m—I’m my own person, and this is my own reality, and I’m sorry things with Clark ended so terribly in all those other worlds, but I’m going to make my own judgment.”

“…You know, I can appreciate that,” said the Leader Lois. She looked out over at Metropolis and gave out a short, amused huff. “And… by the looks of it, as far as universes go, you could do a lot worse.”

“League or not, we run a tight ship here,” said Jimmy, playfully elbowing Clark, which just made him attempt to cover up a pained wince with a smile.

“I’m sure,” said the Leader Lois, that skepticism returning to her voice, “And… I’m willing to admit, without your efforts, there might not be a League standing. We are still looking into the Mxyzptlk incident, but for now… it’s enough just to make it through the day.” She gave a scrutinizing look to Superman. “..Kryptonian,” she said flatly, extending a hand.

“Ms. Lane,” said Clark, shaking her hand.

“Technically, it’s Mrs. Henshaw,” said the Leader Lois, with a bit of resignation. She wasn’t really sure why she said that. Maybe it was a bit of pity towards the Kryptonian, a willingness to show some vulnerability after the beating he had taken at their headquarters. Or maybe it was just that tiring being ‘Lois Lane’ all the time.

“Oh—um, congratulations,” Clark said on reflex.

“Come on, big guy,” said Lois, taking his arm to pull him out of the handshake.

“…so it’s still called the League of Lois Lanes even if you all don’t have the last name, ‘Lane?’” Jimmy leaned over to Lewis.

“Well, yeah, we still have our own lives in our own universes. It’s just more impactful if we all introduce ourselves as ‘Lane,’” said Lewis, “It doesn’t really hit the same if we go, “I’m Lois Henshaw, that’s Lois Lane, and that’s Lewis Kalmaku-Lane.”

“Huh,” said Jimmy.

“We need to be getting back to headquarters,” said the Leader Lois, as the ring of other Loises dispersed to more informal positions, “There are… a lot of repairs to be done.”

“Sorry,” said Clark, embarrassed, “Do you need help with…?” He trailed off.

“I think you should worry about your own world for now,” said the Leader Lois, before turning to Jalana, “Olsen, I need you on cleanup here. Make sure Spider Lady didn’t leave any interdimensional contraband behind”

“Yes, Leader Lois,” said Jalana, saluting before heading off into her own portal.

The Leader Lois opened up her own portal and the remainder of League strike team disappeared into it. Lewis exclaimed, “Finally!” as he stepped through. The Leader Lois looked back at Clark, Lois and Jimmy, before a soft, amused huff escaped her.

“I realize I’m asking the impossible, but try and stay out of trouble, 12-M,” she said, before stepping through the portal, “We’ll be in touch.”

Clark awkwardly waved after her as she disappeared.

“…what do you think the ‘M’ stands for?” said Jimmy, before going “Oof!” As Lois flung her arms around both him and Clark.

“What happened in there!?” She said, her voice muffled against both of them.

“A lot,” said Jimmy.

“Jimmy saved the day,” said Clark, easily.

“Smallville, you don’t get to just say, ‘Jimmy saved the day’ when you look like this,” said Lois, gesturing at him.

“I know, it’s just…” Clark hesitated.

“We’ll tell you the whole story as soon as we can,” said Jimmy, “I think we both need some time. For now, we’re just really glad to be back home with you,”

“I’m holding you both to that,” said Lois, with a sternness that almost rivaled the Leader Lois, before it quickly melted away and she hugged them both again. “I’m just… so glad you made it back.

Clark’s cheek smushed against the top of her head as he returned the embrace. But then, hesitantly, but reflexively, his arms loosened around her and Jimmy. He lifted his head, tilting it and squinting slightly, before his eyes widened. “Lois—” he looked at her with some alarm.

“…Metropolis hasn’t had Superman all day,” said Lois, following his line of sight over the city.

“It won’t be long, just—there’s someone stuck in the trunk of a car in Bakerline, and there’s a group of people dumping some hazardous chemicals in the river over in the industrial district, and there’s a lost dog down in—”

“We know, buddy,” said Jimmy.

“Clark,” Lois set her hands on his shoulders, “It’s okay. You can go. Just… be safe, all right?” And then she squeezed her eyes closed with exhaustion and added, “And please don’t get kidnapped again.”

“Get some rest. I’ll be back as soon as I can,” he kissed her hairline and took off so fast her jacket whipped around in his wake. Both Lois and Jimmy were left alone on that rooftop, the air around them feeling surreally empty.

“…you okay?” Jimmy asked after a long silence.

“Yeah, you?”

“I kind of built a god? Sort of? I’m trying to parse that,” said Jimmy, “I’ll be okay. Probably.”

“Great. That’s great,” Lois glanced at her bruised knuckles before huffing out a breath and swinging her arms back in forth for a few seconds, “I’m, uh… I’m gonna go home and pass out.”

“Good call,” said Jimmy.

#my adventures with superman #clois #MAWS fanfic

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Mechanics of the Heart - Amazo x Reader

Word Count: 2,160

Summary: He would have an eternity – to learn, to watch, to adapt. But that still meant that every so often Amazo was bound to experience something for the first time. He would need to learn how to navigate things he was unfamiliar with or seek help when absolutely necessary. Amazo had proven that he was capable of acting beyond his initial programming, and feelings were an addition he now grappled with. This feeling however, when he first met you after his return to Earth, eluded him, driving him to seek out an explanation from another.

Notes: Request, by @shimmer-wing11, was specifically for the Justice League Unlimited version of Amazo – gonna be real, had to go back and rewatch the episodes that he was in. Tried my best, y'all.

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While not common for Amazo to step foot outside of the Tower of Fate, unless his assistance was required for a particularly dangerous mission, it certainly wasn’t something that he partook in often. But he had been created to evolve, and while his time among the stars had been a massive aid in that endeavor, it had left him looking for purpose, something that he sought out at times among the residents of Earth – at least from a distance.

While he had been named an honorary member of the League, and had aided them in a few instances, his initial introduction to the public still cast a rather aggressive light against him. It was something that he had been assured could change in time as the people saw his true nature, but it could not be expected to happen overnight.

Maybe that was why your approach caught him so off guard.

He had known that you were coming up on him, and had stopped a safe distance away. Waiting.

Finally, he turned from where he was looking over the town – people watching, someone had once told him – so that he could face you.

You didn’t seem scared. In fact, you seemed the opposite. Eyes flitting over his form in rapid succession before meeting his gaze. You had to crane your neck to look up at him, especially as you stepped closer. “You’re even taller than I thought you would be.”

Amazo could only cock his head to the side, unsure of how to respond. Not that he had a chance before you were speaking again, pulling something from behind your back.

“I don’t want to take up too much of your time – but I try to give each hero I see one of these cord charms I make. As a thank you, ya know?” You held the small gift out to him as he inspected it. “You don’t have to take it, but I’d like to offer at least.”

It couldn’t be helped, especially considering the past, and for a brief moment Amazo peered into your thoughts. You spoke nothing but the truth, though your nerves were far more obvious as your thoughts ran a hundred miles a minute. Carefully he reached forward, plucking the small charm from your hand. “Thank you, though I am unsure where to keep it.”

It seemed to dawn on you then, he certainly didn’t have pockets or a belt loop to hang it on. So, you stepped forward. “May I?” You asked, motioning for his arm.

He agreed silently, placing the charm back in your hands and allowing you to tie it loosely around his wrist.

“That way it should still be easy enough to take off later.”

Amazo thanked you again, noticing the shy smile that seemed to snake up onto your face before you bid him goodbye, turning to make your departure. So, he was surprised when he heard himself speak once more, before even he had registered it. “If you’re not in a hurry, would you care to join me for a while?”

You stopped, spinning on your heel and blinking owlishly at the Android, before your grin widened and you moved to sit down next to him. “Lucky for you, you caught me on my day off,” you assured, swinging your legs over the edge as you peered out over the town.

Amazo admittedly enjoyed the new company, and while the first few minutes had been passed in silence, a simple string of questions had been enough to get you talking. Something he found he enjoyed listening to more than the people below that scuttled back and forth between the buildings.

It was almost saddening when you had to leave eventually – sleep was still important for a human after all. But the feeling was lessened when you told him he could always come back by on your next day off and you would join him again. If he was free, of course, and if he wanted to.

Amazo found he did want to, and on the next day you had off he was waiting in that same spot. It was so easy to notice the way you beamed at him as soon as you realized he had returned.

Something he found that never changed as your meetings became a more common occurrence.

It was somewhere around the 5th time that the two of you had met up and been talking that he realized he was no longer interested in watching life pass down below. His body was turned away from the sight, facing you. And while the distant thrum of people was background noise, his full attention had been on you.

He also found that you had never missed a day. While he had no other means to communicate with you, you held true to your word each time you told him you would be there. Perhaps that was why he was so worried when 3 months in you were late.

He waited, of course. But while you had been due at noon, the sun was now beginning to set and there was still no sign of you anywhere. If he didn’t know any better, he would almost say he was becoming worried.

He would not admit it though until the weight was lifted off his chest once the stars began their dance across the sky. He knew the sound of your footsteps by memory now, and knew that it was you who was hurrying your way to him. And he waited, turned to your full attention as you rounded the corner, slightly out of breath and clutching a small bundle of flowers in hand.

“I’m so sorry,” you huffed, hand on your knee as you bent down to catch your breath. You hadn’t looked at him yet, not fully, but when you did it became a little more clear as to what the issue was. “I’ve been sick. I had an alarm set, a few, but I must have slept through them.” You stepped forward, bouquet outstretched in your hand as you did so. “I really wanted to be here; I promise.”

Amazo couldn’t help but notice the state you were in as he gingerly took the flowers from you. Puffy eyes, practically shaking in place. Face paler, cheeks gaunt and dark bags under your eyes. “You need rest.”

“I know, but I wanted to come see you.” Your eyes widened for a moment before you covered your mouth. “You can’t get sick, can you?”

“I cannot, no.”

You relaxed at that, arm falling away as the muscles in your shoulders stopped tensing, letting you slouch. “I didn’t want to stand you up though.”

It was your words that began a strange feeling somewhere inside of him, though he pushed it aside, stepping forward to shield you from the biting chill of the wind. “Your health is important.”

“This was important to me too,” you smiled, though the tiredness it showed stopped it from being as bright as it usually shone. “Besides, how would we set up the next one if I skipped out.”

You had a point, and though he couldn’t show it he knew that you had caught on from the amused glint in your eyes. You had gotten exceptionally good at reading him in the last few months. Amazo conceded your point before continuing. “Allow me to escort you home. You are in no state to be walking by yourself right now.”

Without the energy to argue you agreed easily, letting him step beside you as you started back off in the direction of your home – though you could not tell if you were thankful for the short distance to your front door or not. Still, you shuddered against the cold for the moment, balanced on the balls of your feet and not quite ready to go inside yet. “Thank you for walking me home, and I’m sorry again I missed today.”

“Don’t be. And thank you for the flowers.”

“I thought you deserved something nice.”

There is that same warm feeling spreading through his chest. Only ever caused by you. But once more he brushes it aside (he could dwell on it when alone), instead ushering you inside once the pair of you decide on another day – and one more just in case you were still sick when the next came around. It was not until you were safely inside that he allowed his mind to wander, returning to the Tower of Fate almost on autopilot, flowers clutched carefully to his chest to shield them against the harsh weather.

So lost in thought, he had hardly registered walking through the front door, still trying to piece together this new feeling he was experiencing as he ran the petals gently through his fingertips.

It was the voice of Fate that finally snapped him back to reality, turning to the sorcerer as he called out Amazo’s name once more. “You seem troubled, my friend.”

Amazo had to stop for a moment, at a loss for words. Unsure if there was even a question to ask.

Thankfully Fate filled the silence, taking notice of the flowers. “Those did not come from Inza, where did you get them?”

This gave the android pause once more. “No, they... they were a gift.”

Fate was silent, studying him for a moment longer before stepping forward. “From someone important to you?”

And there was that warm feeling once more, at the mere thought of you. Your bright smile each time you found him sitting exactly where he promised he would be. A flash in his head of the little charm that hung from the doorknob of his room so he could not damage it. “I believe so, but...” The words eluded him once more, and he tried desperately to find something to explain his predicament.

Fate, for everything thankful, waited patiently, already having an inkling of what plagued the one before him. Admitting as much was never an easy task for some, especially an immortal being experiencing these things for the first time.

“I met them some months ago, and have seen them regularly since. But lately I have noticed this new... feeling, when I see them. And it was only stronger today, when they arrived late because they had been sick.”

“Were you mad at them for arriving late?”

“No, on the contrary, I walked them home and told them to stay rested next time if they were still sick. I was concerned. But I have been concerned before for the well-being of others, yet it has never felt like this.”

Fate hummed once, nodding in understanding. “What makes this different?”

“I worry about them when I do not see them, and wonder how their day is going. I find myself looking forward to seeing their expressions and hearing their stories – just to hear them talk. When their smile was not as bright today it... hurt.” Amazo looked to the side at this, the words beginning to spill forth as fast as he could piece the sentences together. “More often than not I find myself preferring to be by their side. I did not want to leave them tonight, especially knowing they were sick. Their kindness and their consideration for me continues to make me feel warm, I suppose. But I am still unsure of what it means, of what this change is.”

“Would you care for my thoughts on the matter, my friend?”

“I would appreciate them, yes.”

“I believe what you’re feeling is affection for this person.”

“I have cared for others before, but it has not felt like this,” Amazo repeated, thoughts of Professor Ivo and Luthor running through his head.

“This affection is not the same. It is not the affection of family, as you considered them at one point or another. It sounds far more similar to the feelings that I share with Inza.”

“Your wife?”

“I cannot speak for you, Amazo, nor can I know exactly how you feel. But it seems like this is the most likely outcome. You do not feel these things for your other friends, or for acquaintances, do you?”

“No, I do not. I suppose that is why it has been more than a little confusing.”

Fate only nodded in understanding, placing one hand on Amazo’s arm as he moved to walk past him. “Perhaps the next time you see them you should speak to them about this – it may help to clarify some things for you.”

Amazo considered it for a moment before agreeing. “I believe you’re right. Goodnight, Doctor Fate.”

“Goodnight.”

And with that Amazo was left alone, gaze shifted back to the flowers still in hand as he ran his hand over the fragile petals once more; finally, he started on his way back to his room. He needed more time to get his thoughts in order before he went to speak with you about them.

#nicole writes #dc x reader #amazo x reader

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