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imdeadinsidesiriuslydead · 10 months

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Shut Up! | Bart Allen x villain!reader

Bart Allen x fem! Reader

Based off this imagine I made.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

Warnings: Violence. Blood(tiny). Smutty! Just go ahead and read the imagine if you don’t want spoilers. Slight smut. Maybe I’ll write a part 2 with full on smut😏

notes: female reader. Villain reader. Villain name never mentioned. Race or appearance of reader never mentioned.

a/n: dude I was minding my business when this scenario popped into my head and now I just have to share it with the world. Enjoy!

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Being chained up to a chair with his feet being bound together isn’t how Bart thought he’d spend his Friday night.

He wasn’t even supposed to be in Gotham. He protects Central City with Wally. Kinda. Wally doesn’t really like Bart as a sidekick. He was more of Max Mercury’s sidekick.

Max was probably worried out of his mind. He just really hoped Max wouldn’t show up or try to look for him, or else he’d find something he doesn’t need to know.

Bart has a secret. A secret crush on a certain Batman villain. Ever since he had to fight her with the young justice team, he was smitten.

His favorite pass time is running to Gotham city and foiling her plan before heading off to go hang out with Tim.

She would always catch him, she always did. And he would always let her. He loved it. A game of cat and mouse.

He loved watching her smile in victory as she caught him. He loved watching her integrate him. And he especially loved annoying her.

Like right now. He could vibrate his molecules and get out of the ropes, but what’s the fun in that?

She had caught him by freezing the ground and him falling into a trap she had made. She than knocked him out and tied him to a chair.

She stood in front of him with a scowl. She didn’t enjoy this game as much as he did. Her mask had been removed, giving Bart a few look at her face. She stared him down before smiling.

“Butch you can leave.” You said to your guard standing by the door. He left and closed the door, leaving the room in a dark cast.

The lights from outside the windows cast shadows across your features. The only other light was a small one back behind Bart, giving him the tiniest bit light to see your face.

“Impulse.” You stated “why do you always pop up and ruin everything?” You asked, no malice in your tone, Bart noted. Only curiosity.

“Well when you’re about to do something bad it’s kinda my job to come stop you.” Bart said as he smiled at you.

“Hmm” you hummed as you moved to a table full of weapons.

You grabbed a knife and turned to face him. Bart watched as you walked up to him slowly before leaning down to be at his eye level.

“You know,” you started with a sly smile “usually, I’d let you off with a warning. Maybe a slap on the wrist.” You whispered to him as you raised the knife to his face.

“but today you didn’t just mess up my plan. No.” You whispered with fake sorrow. You dragged the knife against his jaw, causing Bart to let out a breath. “You messed up the Bane’s plan too.”

Bart sucked in a breath. He didn’t know that. Obviously, he could put run Bane, but that didn’t change the fact that he was scared of him.

“Yea so, now I have to teach you a real lesson Impulse. Either with me or Bane. Take your pick.”

“Oh I’d much rather be punished by you.” Bart said as he wiggled his eyebrows up and down.

Your smile turned to an annoyed look. “Suit yourself.” You dug the knife at his neck, not hard enough to break skin but hard enough to hurt.

Bart winced in pain, but another idea popped into his head. Acting like his name, he impulsively took action.

“So what do you do when you’re not trying to kill me?” He asked teasingly. The smirk on his face prevalent.

Your face slipped for a minute before the walls were back up again. “Is that really what you’re asking right now?” You asked dumbfounded.

“Well,” he started staring you right in the eyes, you could finally see the color of them. A nice golden brown. “I figured since your bodyguard wasn’t in here anymore, we could get to know each other a little more.” He smiled seductively.

Your blush was very noticeable, especially since your mask was off. “But- stop trying to distract me from your punishment.” You said sternly, though Bart was not convinced.

“Well I normally wouldn’t let someone tie me up the first official date, but you’re a special exception.” Bart winked. “So, at least tell me about yourself, since I’m being so nice.” He looked at you with faux innocence. You won’t lie, the look on his face was turning you on. You had to figure out a way to have him keep the look on his face.

You quickly remember that Bane would have your head if you didn’t take care of Impulse. Your need for survival trumped the need between your legs.

“That’s a vague question.” You say as you resume moving your knife against his neck, watching the goosebumps that it leaves in its wake.

“Huh?” Bart asked.

“Thats a vague question. Be specific. What did you want to know?” You ask as your knife slowly pierces the skin of his neck.

He hisses at the pain, before almost chocking on air. You moved your head towards his neck and licked the blood off of his neck. Bart stares at you, completely turned on and kinda scared.

You watched as the cut immediately healed itself, leaving no scar. You notice his shocked staring and laugh.

“How about a deal? Every question I answer, you have to answer one of mine. Deal?” You asked as you made the same innocent look he had given you earlier.

He nodded dumbly and you smiled.

“So too fast too furious, what’s your question?” You asked him.

“What’s your name?” He asked, his smile returning.

Your knife continued on its path across his neck going up to his jaw line.

“Y/N” you said as your knife gently touched his jaw line. He breathed out, liking the sensation of it gently touching him. “Your turn.” He tells you.

“Why do you heal so fast?” You asked as he breathed deeply. You were genuinely curious.

“Super fast metabolism.” he breathed as your knife made its way to the end of his suit by his neck.

Your knife gently teared the spandex, revealing more skin to slice at. His skin was incredibly soft. Slightly tan with freckles all over the part of his now exposed shoulder.

“Why are you working for Bane?” He asked. You weren’t really a villain in his eyes. More of an anti hero. You didn’t really harm people. You helped bad guys though, but you didn’t seemed fond of that.

“Cause I have to.” You said, still mesmerized by the goosebumps you were creating on his supple skin.

He figured he can ask you about it another day. Right now he didn’t want anything to stop you from dragging the knife all over him.

“Why do you always come to Gotham? I thought you and the flash protect Central City. That’s like two states away.” You say you start to cut the skin of his shoulder gently.

He breathes out a whine as it hurts. You try not to focus on the way that noise made you feel.

“What do you think sweetheart? Why am I here?” You might have been intimidated by his words if you weren’t meant to be torturing him.

You grabbed him by the hair and pushed his head back fast. He whined again and stared at you in shock.

“I asked you a question, speedy!” You say, giving him a dangerous look.

He stares at you in shock and overwhelmed lust. You smirk and decide to sit on his lap instead of kneeling on the floor.

You let go of his hair and go back you his shoulder. Watching the blood drip down a little. You saw the cut had healed and just to turn him on more, you lean down and lick the blood up his shoulder. You lick a little higher than where the blood stopped just to mess with him.

“Because I wanted to see you.” He states. Blushing madly.

You look up at him, and look through his goggles into his eyes. You saw shame and embarrassment. He’s telling the truth.

You won’t lie, that statement might have made your day, hell, your week. You try to hide the smile on your face but miserably fail. You had a lot of body image issues growing up and were bullied heavily, it was nice to find out someone actually wanted to see you, not just for a business deal.

“Your turn.” You tell him, still a little giddy.

“Why do you always kidnap me?” He asked with a handsome smile.

“You always try to stop me. So why not just stop you before you can?” You say as you pick your knife back up and continue your assault of his skin.

your hand pulls down the fabric a bit that had been cut on his shoulder, revealing part of his chest.

Bart sucks in a breath. Waiting for your next move.

“Why aren’t you actually hurting me?” Bart asked. You looked up at Impulse.

“Do you want me to actually hurt you?” You whisper as your kinda gently trails down from his shoulder.

“No.” He said as the cool knife hits his chest.

“I’m not gonna hurt cause I don’t want to.” You say turning back to work.

“But won’t the henchmen outside notice I’m not hurt?” Bart asked.

“What do you mean?” You asks as you slice a tiny shallow part of his right pec.

Bart makes a small whimper at the sensation, as another better idea pops into his head.

“Like don’t people who are tortured usually scream and make noise?” He asks in a seductive voice.

Your knife stopped moving again and you look at him and see his eyes blown out with lust. Your mind made a decision before you could stop yourself. You leaned down and licked up the blood before dragging your tongue up his shoulder to his neck, before sucking on the skin of his neck.

Bart moaned as he leaned more into your touch. The noise he made went straight to your core.

You pulled back, a tiny bit of blood on the corner of your mouth. Your hands went into Impulses hair and you gently tugged, causing him to leg out another whine. You moved your sitting position so that your legs were straddling his.

“Yea. I suppose they do. You wanna help me make this sound real?” You ask as your hand move onto his face, pushing his goggles up so you can see his eyes.

“Yes.” Bart says as he felt his dick harden against your thigh.

“Good boy.” You say before leaning in to kiss Bart.

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anyone want a part 2?

Edit: Part 2 here

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lostywrites · 8 months

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“Hey, Timbo. My main man, I’ve got an idea.”

“I thought I was your main man?” Bart shot back from the front passenger seat, raising an eyebrow at Conner.

“Zip it, Bart. I’m working on something here. Go back to playing your game deck,” Conner said, eliciting an annoyed look from Bart. “We’ve been on the road for days, slept in cramped spaces, and I’m pretty sure I have an imprint of Bart’s sneaker on my back from that one night...”

“Okay.” Tim kept his eyes on the road. “Where are you going with this, Kon?”

“I mean, you’re Timothy Wayne when it suits you, right? And I’m sure the Waynes owned one of these snazzy hotels in the city. You think you could pull a Wayne card and score us one of those upscale suites just for a couple days? You know, really live it up in honour of our birthday boy Bart here.”

Tim leaned back, giving a mock contemplative look. “Did you put him up to this?”

“I swear, it wasn’t me,” Bart said. “And I don’t really care where we’re going so long as I get to stretch my leg and go for a run.”

Conner flashed a cheeky grin, clearly amused. “Come on, Tim. I can bet Bart’s been dreaming of a luxurious bath and an endless buffet since we hit the road.”

Cassie, even with her headphones on could tell what Conner was up to. She piped in, “And a spa day. Have you seen his hair? Poor Bartholo-mewmew . He needs some serious pampering.”

Bart rolled his eyes. “Oh, so now you’re all using me as the scapegoat to milk some Wayne perks out of Tim? Classy. Real classy.”

Conner leaned with a playful smirk. “You do realise dating Mr. Boy Wonder here is like hitting the jackpot, right?”

“Well, it’s not all about the perks,” Bart said. “Though, I won’t deny they’re nice. It’s more about...y’know, the vibes.”

From the backseat, Cassie snorted, “Vibes, huh? Is that what we’re calling sneaking into Tim’s swanky serviced apartment to use his rain shower and unlimited access to the luxury pool? Just for the vibes ?"

Conner laughed. “Oh snap, called out !”

Bart’s cheeks reddened, and he shot Cassie a glare. “I told you that in confidence, Cass! Besides, that was one time...or maybe a few times. Our apartment gets a little too crowded sometimes with Greta, Gar and Ray hanging out there. I just like the quiet...”

Conner nudged him with an elbow. "Sounds like someone was already sampling the high life before making it official.”

“Well, I did wonder why my water and electricity bills shot up those months. But honestly, I didn’t mind. Kept the place feeling...lived in,” Tim said.

“See? You’re doing it again. You’re always making excuses for Bart,” Kon teased.

Tim just smiled, adjusting his rearview mirror, “Can’t help it. He’s got that ‘speedster charm’.”

Bart wiggled his eyebrows at Conner, twirling a finger around, “It’s a gift.”

“A gift that seems to involve a lot of Wayne luxury. Convenient,” Cassie added.

Conner huffed. “Yep, next thing you know, he’ll be borrowing the Batmobile for date nights.”

Bart smirked, leaning back confidently, “Don’t tempt me. I could make that thing go even faster.”

Tim shook his head. “No touching the Batmobile. That’s where I draw the line. And that applies to all of you.”

“Look at that, the one boundary in the life of Bart Allen,” Conner said.

Bart gave a mock bow, “Though, a test drive wouldn’t hurt, right Tim?”

Tim was quick to change the subject. “I can’t believe I’m even considering this...but fine—”

Bart gasped. “He said fine!”

“No! Let me finish. I’ll see if I can secure a suite for a couple days. We still have a few hours before we hit New York, and honestly, a hot shower sounds heavenly right now. And no wild parties, Kon. The last thing we need is to draw attention to ourselves.”

Conner’s grin widened. “You won’t regret it, trust me. Just relaxation and celebration for our main man, Bart.”

“Nice. I’m back to being the main man,” Bart said, crossing his arms.

“Hey, if it gets us an extra dessert after dinner, you’ll be whoever I want you to be.”

Tim sighed, shaking his head. “You two and your schemes. Just remember who’s footing the bill.”

Cassie couldn’t resist chiming in. “And that’s why you’re our favourite Wayne, Tim.”

More on Ao3

#timbart #tim drake #bart allen #kon el #cassie sandsmark

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incorrectbatfam · 2 years

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Reddit in DC would so funny and equally disturbing. Like so shit can happen in one day

I can definitely picture it

The death of Jason Todd shows up so often on r/UnsolvedMysteries that the mods had to ban the topic

And in doing so, they deleted the post that said Jason came back when Superman punched a hole in reality and became the Red Hood

(It only had 3 upvotes anyway)

Tim uses a burner account to expose big businesses on r/LateStageCapitalism

Meanwhile Dick has a burner account for making bad puns in comments that frequently end up screenshotted on r/AngryUpvote

Bruce made exactly one post—an AITA post about whether he's in the wrong for banning his anti-hero son from using guns against Gotham's worst repeat offenders

And that post ends up on r/OddlySpecific

There's a thread called r/TheButtsMatch where people match random butts to Batman's

r/ItsABird is for Robin sightings

And r/ItsAPlane is for Kryptonian sightings

Starfire's post explaining Tamaranean anatomy ends up at the top of r/AlienAnatomy

r/shittyaskscience is filled with questions like "Why do Robins get shorter" or "What would happen if humans ate Kryptonite" or "Can I go nyoom with the Speed Force"

Someone finds a Lantern ring for $15 on r/ThriftStoreHauls

Someone else finds Roy and Oliver's lost arrows for $1 each at Goodwill

(That second one was Dinah)

TIFU stories include a mix of everyday life ("TIFU by calling my football coach dad") and stories involving superheroes ("TIFU by calling Wonder Woman dad")

r/OnlyInGotham is the Gotham memes thread

At this point superhero news only makes it to the Reddit front page if the world is literally about to end

So like… every other month

Damian tried to join Reddit and Tim ratted him out for not being old enough

Tim only did it as r/pettyrevenge for Damian stealing his new sweatshirt

Harper and Cullen host an AMA together as Bluebird where they answer superhero questions with wrong answers only

Babs does a voice session, but it's not about superheroes at all—it's just IT stuff with other computer nerds

Selina posts on r/relationshipadvice about how her husband sometimes goes to bed in his fursuit and it weirds her out, and Bruce immediately finds it and comments "don't act like you don't do the same"

Duke got banned from r/family because they thought he was making up stories

Steph is the admin of r/BreakfastFood

And the mods are Alfred, Martha Kent, Bart Allen, and Matter-Eater Lad

Cass wrote a True Off My Chest post where she confessed to eating the last of Alfred's cookies and blaming Dick

The most popular r/MaliciousCompliance post was from a former Batburgers employee who went home to change in the middle of a busy shift because his manager insisted that Harley Quinn wasn't a hero and thus he couldn't wear her logo on his shirt to work

r/Batman is actually filled with photos of dark blobs with two pointy ends that vaguely resemble Batman, i.e. inkblots or people's cats

Jason gets banned from that for posting pictures of Bruce

#ask #anonymous #batfamily #batfam #batman family #dc comics #headcanon #reddit #tw death mention #tw food mention #tw swearing

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mamawasatesttube · 7 months

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I absolutely adore the mentorverse it's so adorable, I've been thinking about it and I can't help but laugh at how Bart would learn of Tim's little ducklings. Like, Bart is implied to be very handsome/cute as an adult, imagine just the fourth-something flash just comes into the room to mess with Tim and suddenly all the kids are awestruck by Bart. Literally everyone has a crush on him and it either kills Tim inside or it just resonates with him. Student 1: I think I have a crush on the Flash dude Tim, nodding his head: yeah me too. Student 2: wait aren't you married- Tim: what's your point? < 🦎 >

jfdklsjlds sorry i have to change this scenario up because i just SO don't think bart will ever be the flash. my mans impulse for life - if he takes up another mantle ever it's mercury and i will die on this hill. he's not barry or wally's legacy; if he's anyone's legacy he's max's!!!! (plus i have never really thought it made sense for bart to be kid flash and then irey to be impulse. why not have irey be kid flash?? her dad's mantle?? impulse was a name so specific to bart i dont think it makes much sense as a mantle to be passed down, tbh. but this is a tangent.)

honestly the funniest thing to me is how in impulse '95 bart as a hero is just generally not that cool and people kinda think he's a dork or whatever. but bart allen the civilian is the coolest guy on the block and everyone likes him so much. his autistic and adhd swag has them all captivated. i think this dynamic should stay for LIFE bc its so funny to me. he's a little hard to deal with for anyone who doesn't already know how to wrangle a speedster and can be unintentionally kinda offputting bc he's so intense as a hero but as just bart he has swag off the charts.

frankly i think at least half of tim's students, in the pre-"TIM IS MARRIED TO SUPERNOVA?!" reveal era, think supernova and impulse are a couple because impulse WILL just sprint up to supernova and smack him on the ass and then steal a bite of the pastry in his hand. and then he'll turn around and come pester tim with like 50 questions a minute like a dog with the zoomies wagging its tail so fast it's a blur. and tim's just... chill with that and also decently good at keeping up??? incredible to watch.

#answers #Anonymous #mentorverse au #🦎 anon

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fanficwritersworld · 1 year

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Adding Smoak To Fire

Summary: After being injured, Bart finally does something that makes his sister happy.

Pairing: Nora West-Allen x Mia Smoak x Fem!Reader

Requested: by this anon. Hope you like it.

Word Count: 1k+

Warnings: a bit of angst and fluff

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“XS!” you screamed.

Nora turned to see you being held in the air. Whoever was holding you had been able to fight against your powers. “(H/N)!” Nora screamed. She needed to run. She had to save you.

But not even a speedster can save everyone.

Nora can’t remember coming back to STAR Labs. All she could recall was you. Your screams as the criminal stabbed you. Your blood was on her hands when she finally got to you. Your paling skin. Your eyes open and close.

She couldn’t hear Caitlin’s orders, Cisco or Chester’s rapid thinking about how your powers might react to the injury, her mother’s soft pleas to have her change. Nora could barely feel her little brother gently grab her arm.

“Nora!” Bart whisper-shouted as he brought her to the time vault. “Wh–” Bart pulled his sister close to him, shushing her sobs. “Listen to me, I’m gonna go and get Mia. You need to clean up and stay with Mom” Bart told her.

He knew his older sister better than most. Bart knew that until you woke up or Mia gets to you both, Nora would be stuck in a daze for who knows how long.

Nora only nodded before Bart informed his father and mother on what to do and then he ran into the pipeline to travel home and get Mia here fast.

Iris helped Nora change and clean her hands of your blood, trying to talk to her daughter. All she was given was silence, watching the tears gather in her eyes before wiping them with the back of her hand and letting the cycle continue.

Once Caitlin was able to stop the bleeding and get some blood, donated by Allegra who was the only match to your blood type, Barry brought Nora into the room with a chair that was as close as he could get it.

After half an hour, Bart returned. Mia took a moment before hurling her stomach into a trash can. Bart went to pull her hair back before Mia caught his hand stopping him. She took a moment before looking at the boy.

"Where are my girls?" Mia asked, her toe as sharp as a blade. Caitlin ushered her to the room you were in. Mia went straight to you and Nora. She took Nora's free hand, her fingers caressing her knuckles out of instinct and her other hand went to lay under the palm of your hand that Nora held.

"I… I wasn't fast enough" Nora choked, turning to Mia. The blonde crushed down, her arm wrapping around Nora's shoulders. "Hey, baby look at me" Mia whispered "You did everything you could okay? We still love you just as much and nothing is ever gonna change that".

Nora pressed her head against Mia's and sighed as they both looked at you. "It's just a waiting game now"

You felt your eyes open only to shut them again. Stupid lights. You waited a moment before opening them slowly. After adjusting to the light, you turned to the weight on your hand.

Your girlfriends sat next to each other, both holding your hand as they slept beside you. "My favourite future sister-in-law! Great to see you awake" Bart whispered from across the room. You only rolled your eyes at him.

"Bart" you smiled as he walked over to you. "You took a hit for little ol' m" Bart gushed, hand over his heart in the most dramatic way imaginable. Family Trait. "Yeah, I'll take a pass next time. It's exhausting saving your ass" You groaned, rolling your eyes at the boy.

Bart mocked a gasp, falling back onto the floor. The both of you let out a quiet laugh, careful not to wake up your girls. "Seeing as you owe me one Allen. Maybe you can help me out" You wiggled your eyebrows.

"Only if you never do that again"

When Mia's eyes opened, her head went from zero to a hundred when she didn't see you on the hospital bed. "Babe!" She shouted looking around for you and waking Nora in the process. "W… What?" Nora groaned, looking around stupidly without reason.

"Darlings, I'm okay" You cooed, sitting in the iconic Wellsobard wheelchair you had heard so much about. Mia felt a weight on her shoulders lift as she walked over to you. "You had us so worried Bow” Mia cooed, kissing your cheek. You smiled at her, placing your hand on her cheek. “I have the most amazing girlfriends in the universe. I’m not letting anyone take me away from you” You looked at Nora, holding your free hand out.

The guilt on your sweet thundercloud was heartbreaking. “Thundercloud… come here baby” You encouraged her. Nora holds your hand, tears falling from her face. “I’m so sorry” Nora cried at you, her guilt too much to bare. With Mia’s help, you stood up slowly, hugging her with all the strength you had. “None of this was your fault, my love, I chose to be like you two, my arrow and thundercloud. We are in this together, until the sun stops shining” You told them both, a soft smile on your face.

“We love you so much Lightning” Nora sniffled, wrapping her arms around you and Mia. “I love you both two, now wheel me to the bubble room” You cheered softly, falling back into the wheelchair.

Nora and Mia wheeled you into the time vault. Their eyes lit up as they noticed the blankets and fairy lights strung around the room. “(Y/N) You didn’t!” Mia exclaimed, slightly angry that the girl went to this trouble. “Nah, Bart helped me out. This is the first time in ages we’ve been in the same time period with you two helping your Dads. I just want a night date with my girlfriends without some speedster or ninja getting in the way” You told them.

The two heroes kissed your cheeks, helping to the beanbags on the floor. “Okay then, what movie shall we watch first?” Mia asked you, falling right next to you. “I’ll get the snacks” Nora beamed, using her speed to leave her girls only to come back with bags of your favourites.

“My favourite girls” You smiled

#nora west allen x reader #nora west allen imagine #nora west allen #mia smoak x reader #mia smoak imagine #nora west allen x mia smoak x reader #the flash imagine #poly couple stans

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bluejaysandblackbats · 1 month

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Fandom: DC Comics, Batfam, Superfam, YJ98

Summary: A junior at Gotham University, Jason finds it difficult to conceal his worsening mental health from his family and his friend, Jon Lane Kent. Family secrets are revealed and boundaries are pushed as Jason and Laney struggle to navigate through school, their romantic feelings, and their trauma. Could the reintroduction of Laney Kent be more trouble than it's worth, or is it just what Jason needed to confront the demons of his past?

I will also do trigger warnings for chapters and if there is smut I have the chapter(s) tagged so you don't have to worry about nsfw in the fic if you're just here for the story itself.

Chapters: 2/?

Characters: Jason Todd, Jonathan Lane Kent, Bruce Wayne, Clark Kent, Lois Lane, Cassandra Cain, Tim Drake, Conner Kent, Natalia Knight, Jonathan Samuel Kent, Cassie Sandsmark, Chris Kent, Bart Allen, Original Character(s)

Relationships: JayLaney, Clois, TimKon

Additional Tags: University AU, No Powers AU, Sharing A Bed, Romance, Angst

Chapter Two: Recap

Jason lay in bed until the late afternoon. He worried about how Bruce would react to the end of their conversation. He tidied up his apartment and allowed his phone to ring in the background until he could no longer tolerate the noise. "What?" Jason snapped as he answered his phone.

"Jason, you have no idea how worried everyone's been!" Dick yelled at him.

"How is it that I have to answer every single time one of you calls? I just want some time to myself—."

"Then say that, Jason! Jesus Christ! None of us know where you live, where you work, nothing! So, of course, we're all gonna panic when you hang up like that!" Dick chastised him.

"I get that, I do, but has it occurred to any of you that calling me four times a day every day to make sure I'm alive isn't helping me at all?" Jason asked. He heard Dick sigh on the other line.

"Why can't you just tell him this yourself? Why's it so hard for you to talk to him?" Dick asked.

"Because it's not his fault. It's nobody's fault but mine," Jason replied, "I just need a break. I'm tired."

"What are you tired of?" Dick asked the emotion rose in his voice.

Jason sat back on his bed and took a deep breath.

"I just want everyone to take a break from worrying about me all the time. I need a break from it... Aren't you tired, Dick?" Jason asked.

"Of course, I'm not. That's what families do. We worry about each other, which is the only way we can show that we love each other in this family," Dick whispered, "But if you need some time to breathe, I'll tell him that. We can give you that." Jason relaxed, and his shoulders dropped.

"Thanks," Jason whispered.

"But tell me one thing before I hang up... How was it hanging out with Laney after all these years?" Dick asked.

"It was fun... Like nothing changed," Jason replied. He caught himself smiling.

"Nothing?" Dick asked. Jason furrowed his brows.

"What?" Jason asked.

"Nevermind," Dick replied before hanging up. Jason went about the rest of his day, cleaning up and getting ready to go to the laundry room. Still, he wondered about all the cryptic messages Dick and Laney conveyed to him.

Jason decided to call Laney back on his way down to the laundry room, but he didn't exactly know what to say to him. "Ooh, he misses me," Laney teased.

"What did you mean last night?" Jason asked.

"I don't remember anything about last night," Laney answered without hesitation.

"Liar," Jason replied as he loaded the washing machine and put his quarters in. "Laney, when we were kids and got in trouble for sneaking into that movie, our dads told us we couldn't hang out anymore."

"It doesn't matter why anymore, Jason. We can hang out now," Laney answered sweetly, "That's all that matters, isn't it?"

"I'm starting to think that our parents told us two very different stories... Laney, please," Jason pleaded.

"I didn't know what I was talking about last night. I was just being my usual troublemaking self... I wasn't gonna tell you this, but I only got drunk because I didn't know what to say to you," Laney confessed, "I wasn't even sure if you would be anything like what I remember."

"Was I?" Jason asked.

"Yeah, I forgot how fun it was pissing you off. Except you're taller than me now, so instead of crying about it, you could just knock my head off," Laney laughed. Jason snickered.

Jason sat down on a bench while his clothes were in the wash. "Still an asshole," Jason laughed.

"Remember the day we met, and I made you cry?" Laney laughed.

"Yeah, you told me that veal was human meat," Jason replied. Laney hollered on the other line, still laughing at Jason. "I vividly remember throwing up immediately after you told me that."

"I'm sorry. That was terrible, but why did you believe me? Why would a restaurant serve human meat?" Laney took a deep breath.

Jason chuckled. "Okay, you have a point. Remember when I invited you to stay the night after that just so I could give you a wet willy while you were sleeping?" Jason laughed. "Isn't that how we ended up being friends?" Laney asked.

"No, we became friends after Christmas when—. No, it was New Year's," Jason messed with his hair.

"No, I'm pretty sure it was Christmas because you asked me why I was so mean to you all the time," Laney's voice softened, "You remember, don't you?" Jason didn't answer. Laney laughed uncomfortably. "I think your dad thought we were gonna end up killing each other before we made it to high school."

"I used to think about it before we were friends," Jason replied.

"Think about what?" Laney asked.

"Killing you," Jason answered casually. He got up and checked on his clothes during the awkward silence. Jason broke the silence with a laugh. "Lane?" Jason asked seriously.

"What?" Laney asked.

Jason kicked at nothing. "I haven't had fun in a really long time, but I had a lot of fun last night. Thanks for that," Jason mumbled, "And sorry for kicking you out earlier. It wasn't you—."

"Don't finish that sentence. Otherwise, I'm gonna think you're breaking up with me," Laney joked. He paused before changing his tone, "I know you, Jay. I knew you weren't okay when my dad gave me your number. I know you probably don't want me to come back today, but whenever you need somebody to just listen, I'm here."

Jason allowed the silence to flood in for a little while, and he found himself thinking about Laney's full weight on him as they held each other on the dancefloor that night. "Still there?" Laney asked.

"Mhm... Laney, you should come back later on today," Jason whispered. Laney made an affirmative noise.

"Ooh, should I wear my negligee this time?" Laney teased.

"Fuck off," Jason laughed, "What if I had terrible news?"

"Well, I bet you feel less terrible now. Do you think your dad will let us stay up past nine this time?"

"Bye, Lane," Jason rolled his eyes.

"Bye, Jay," Laney replied and hung up. Jason moved his laundry from the washer to a dryer, and he sat back down on the bench. A woman that lived on his floor came in and put her clothes in the washer.

"Having a yucky day again, sweetie?" she asked. Jason shook his head.

"I was, but I think I'll be okay now," Jason smiled.

The woman smiled and pulled two magazines out of her bag and handed one of them to Jason. She opened her magazine and held it up by Jason's face. "Have you ever thought about adding olive green to your wardrobe?" she asked. Jason chuckled.

"Are you telling me that I'm an autumn?" Jason asked. She nodded and looked back at the color scheme.

"I don't know about this orange on you, though... Or yellow..." She looked back and forth at him and the magazine.

"I hate to be weird, but how do you open up to an old friend when you haven't seen them for a long time?" Jason asked.

"That's a silly question. I have a better question for you. What is the risk of opening up to your friend?" she asked.

"I just don't want him to worry about me. I don't wanna feel weird about talking to him..." Jason trailed off.

"I think things might already be weird between the both of you. You seem like you're out of sorts today. I think if this person is really your friend, things won't be weird at all," she replied, "Do you still journal as we talked about?"

"I try to, but writing it down freaks me out. I just feel like I'm saying something dumb," Jason replied. They talked for a while until Jason's clothes finished drying, and he stayed to fold. After he finished folding, he said his goodbyes and made his way back to his apartment to make himself something to eat.

He felt a little sick to his stomach, being that he hadn't eaten all day. He made himself a sandwich and a cup of tea. He turned the tv on and allowed his mind to drift back to the day Jason and Laney got in trouble. He could only remember sneaking into the movie theater. Jason couldn't remember how they got caught or anything else from that day. That day seemed so important to him, and yet, he couldn't remember anything about it.

Jason got up, made himself some dinner, and soaked in the bath for a while. He closed his eyes and sank under the water, holding his breath and counting backward from one-hundred. By the time Jason got to zero, his head was clear. He pulled the plug and stood up slowly, grabbing his towel and drying his face.

Laney knocked on his door, and he wrapped the towel around his waist before going to answer. "You're early," Jason stated as he opened the door. Lane cleared his throat uncomfortably.

"What will the neighbors think?" Laney joked as he entered the apartment and closed the door behind him. Jason made his way back to his room to get dressed. "You went from being like four-foot-six to like six-foot-four. You gotta let me in on how you did that," Laney noted.

"Laboratory explosion!" Jason answered sarcastically from the other room. Laney put his bag on the floor and got comfortable on the couch.

"Some guys just have all the luck," Laney joked, "Listen, Jay... I'm gonna be straight with you. You know how our little brothers are friends?"

"Yeah..." Jason came out of his room in his pajamas and a t-shirt.

"The clumsy one... Uh, Tim, he told Conner that you haven't been home in months. He didn't say why, but he did say that everyone misses you," Laney admitted.

"Oh, well... I'm gonna tell you about that," Jason mumbled as he went straight to the kitchen. Laney kicked his shoes off and lay on the couch.

"If it makes it less awkward, I can tell you about something that I did that made my parents freak out," Laney replied.

"What did you do?" Jason asked. He smiled and turned around to look at Laney.

"That's just what my mom said," Laney laughed, "I got a tattoo. It says 'mom' in a heart on my back."

"No, you don't," Jason laughed.

"You're right, I got a belly button piercing as a gag," Laney replied.

"Got any other lies?" Jason asked.

"Ooh, one more... I didn't run away and try to go to your house after our parents said we couldn't hang out anymore," Laney replied. Jason's smile faded, and he turned back around to the fridge. "So, do you wanna tell me why you won't go home?"

"What?" Jason asked.

"Our brothers are friends. They talk," Laney replied. Jason shrugged.

"I had a rough time with a class last semester... It brought up a lot of bad memories, memories of things I thought I buried. Instead of telling Bruce that I was struggling, I kept it to myself," Jason mumbled. Laney leaned forward and made a noise to indicate that he was listening. "I figured once the semester was over, I'd be fine... But it was worse. We were gonna go on a summer trip, and I just wanted to stay home and be by myself... Get some sleep."

"What happened, Jason?" Laney asked. His voice was nearly unrecognizable to Jason.

Jason swallowed hard. "I couldn't sleep the whole time they were gone, and everyone came home early, asking how I was and what I was planning to do during the summer... And I snapped. I don't remember what happened in between, but I know that Bruce and I got into this huge fight. I don't remember what I said or what I did, but he checked me into the hospital. The day I was discharged was the last time we saw each other in person," Jason's voice broke, and he held his breath.

"Jason... Is that why you don't wanna go home?" Laney asked.

"I want to go home," Jason whimpered as tears streamed down his cheeks, "I just feel like I'm gonna implode every time I talk to him. I don't know why..." Jason couldn't talk through his tears anymore, and he felt a pair of arms wrap around him.

"It doesn't sound like anyone is holding that against you, buddy," Laney whispered. Jason turned around and held onto Laney.

"I can't go home," Jason wept. Laney let go and backed away.

"I used to think you were just messing with me, but you really don't remember a lot of things... Do you?" Laney asked. Jason wiped his face.

"What?" Jason asked. "What does that have to do with—?"

"It doesn't mean anything. I was just thinking out loud," Laney replied, "Besides, from what my brothers say, it sounds like your family misses you."

"It doesn't change what I did... Don't you ever wish you could go back in time and stop yourself before you do something stupid?" Jason asked.

"All the fucking time... But the thing is, we can't. Jason, he's your dad. I really don't think he cares about what you did or why you did it. I think he just wants you to come home," Laney suggested. Jason shook his head.

"It's not that easy. Every day, Lane... Bruce calls me every single day, two times a day in the least. Ever since I left home, I feel like there's so much pressure to go back and pretend that things are normal—."

"Jason, of course, you can't pretend things are normal. No one is asking you to pretend things are okay. Maybe they want to work on things with you," Laney replied, "And I get how you're feeling. I really do. I had a hard time telling my parents about my feelings... But once I did, we really got closer, and it was worth it." Jason sat on the couch and hugged his knees. Laney sat next to him on the sofa and turned the tv on.

Laney's phone rang, and he looked at Jason. "Mind if I get this?" Laney asked. Jason shook his head. "Hey," Laney answered, "Oh no, I'm not home right now... I will when I get home... Uh-huh... I said I wouldn't, Mom... I love you too, bye." Laney hung up.

Jason opened his mouth to speak, and Laney turned to look at him. "Lane... How come nothing's changed?"

"What do you mean?" Laney asked as he changed the channel.

"How is it still easy to talk to you?" Jason asked as he let go of his knees and planted his feet on the floor.

"It's because I get you," Laney replied calmly. He stretched out on the couch, throwing his legs over Jason's lap. "Also, you're not that different from how I remember you." Jason pushed Laney's legs off his lap and went straight to the kitchen.

"I can order some pizza," Jason offered.

"I already did, right before I left. It should be here any minute now," Laney replied.

As soon as the pizza deliverywoman came, Jason paid her and sat on the couch. "What have you been up to, Lane?" Jason asked.

"In the past eight years or—."

"Yeah, sure, Laney," Jason interrupted. Laney took a bite of pizza.

"Well, as you know, I was already on pretty thin ice with my parents when we were fourteen... So, they sent me away to go to school because they thought it'd keep me out of trouble. Fast forward like two years, they let me go back to regular school, and I'm pretty sure I went to my prom at some point... Oh, and I dated a friend of the family, which was kind of nice for a while," Laney replied.

"Oh? For how long?" Jason asked.

"Three years. We broke up two and a half years ago," Laney answered, "And what have you been up to? I know it hasn't been all bad."

"It wasn't. I was in a few plays in high school. I start working on campus pretty soon, and last year I got a xylophone... I don't remember why—."

"Do you still have it?" Laney asked. Jason nodded, and Laney gestured for Jason to go get it. Jason finished his slice of pizza and went to wash his hands. He went to his room and came out with a dark wooden xylophone.

"You can have it if you want—."

"No fucking way. Hold on," Laney replied, wiping his hands on a napkin and grabbed the mallets. "I had this roommate a few years ago that got a xylophone as a present from his parents because he said he was bored, and he was gonna throw it out, and well..." Laney played a tune on the xylophone.

"You play the xylophone?" Jason asked as he went back to eating. Laney nodded, smiling a devilish half-smile. For a while, Jason almost forgot they'd ever been apart.

As the night went on, Jason and Laney talked to each other about just about everything. Around midnight, Jason got up to turn the lights down, stopping as soon as he heard Laney mumble something. "Say what, Lane?" Jason asked.

"I didn't have any real friends until I met you. I mean, I've got some really great friends now, but you and me, we were partners in crime," Laney whispered. Jason smiled and nodded. "Did you really used to think about killing me?" Laney asked.

Jason grabbed some blankets from his closet and gave them to Laney. "Oh yeah," Jason laughed, "Remember when you put that rubber spider in my bed? I thought about smothering you with a pillow, but I wasn't sure I'd get away with it. Why? You never thought about it?"

"I never really got mad at you... Except for when you gave me a wet willy, that was disgusting, and you didn't have to spit on me after," Laney laughed, "I've never seen anyone that angry in my whole life."

"Oh, Lane, the couch is a pullout," Jason pointed out. Laney got up and looked at the couch.

"Oh, it is," Laney replied as he moved Jason's coffee table and pulled the couch bed out. "Turning in?"

Jason nodded. "Goodnight, Laney."

"Night," Laney replied.

Laney lay awake for a little while after Jason went to bed before sending a text to someone. By the time Jason woke up, Laney was gone.

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1mpulsee · 13 days

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"Bartholomew Henry Allen the second. Superhero with increased speed, aka a Speedster metahuman, ability to time travel, and molecular acceleration. Hero Alias: Impulse. He is compulsive, possibly dangerous with his vast knowledge, while also displaying some lack of common interaction due to unstable emotions that are erratic as his movements...

Those are just some stats I wrote about him in a file when we first met. All facts, but an outsider's view of a first impression conducted to keep him in check as a new teammate with a cold outlook. How the years have changed it.

All those stats do not even hint at the depth inside this precious man. His optimism may be fueled by depression, but that is to make sure others don't feel the way he does inside. His energetic and sometimes wholesome personality challenged my outlook, often in situations where I would have allowed more instinct than compassion to rule without him. I always want to protect him despite his abilities overshadowing my own naturally and the man can heal from anything physical before I get a bandaid out. That doesn't stop me from caring or wanting to show it, even if it is unnecessary. I've lived briefly in a world without Bart; it was another shot to the heart that I'd grieve over and over if it became a loop.

The world needs him much as it needs us and we are so damn lucky he traveled back in time to the moment he did. Selfishly, I was glad he stayed, humbled to be his team leader despite the clashes, but I understand him now. He is lovely, internally fragile, while externally a bullet, and often times, needs reminding when that spastic mind turns against him. The man is silly in a sense that can not be explained and has brought so much laughter to the years that seemed bleak. The world is a heavy place, yet somehow, he fights against it repeatedly with the same energetic spirit. I hope one day he sees himself as I do.

Until then, I'll keep reminding him what a fantastic friend and amazing person he is. My teammate. My own personal speedster that no other speedster can compare to. My best friend.

My Bart. "

WHAT DOES YOUR MUSE THINK ABOUT MINE ? — accepting !!

as eloquent as his BEST FRIEND’S words are, none come from Bart’s throat . how small anything he could come up with would be in comparison, how he could never express the gratitude and LOVE he had for the other . he only wished that Tim knew that Bart would tear through a billion universes for as long as it took to reach him — that NOTHING would keep them apart if he had any say . that not death nor existence trying to erase their connection could stop their bond .

maybe if he was more well-spoken, he’d say that in this moment . he’d TOLD his friend similar sentiments many times, but for now, all Bart can do is sniffle — his face had been streaked with happy tears for most of the speech — and step forward to embrace Tim tightly .

#⁽ ⠀ ⚡️ ⠀ ⁾ ⠀ ⠀ / ⠀ * ⠀ ic.#reddrakebird #// saved #// hi what if i was utterly destroyed in the best way possible #// I will never stop thinking about this /pos #// GODDDDDD #// I LOVE THEMMMMM #// also I did this ic hope u don’t mind

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takaraphoenix · 2 years

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The Rogues have a code.

That much probably most people know, they even had it on the TV show.

The thing is, the code shifts throughout the different Flash runs and also depending on what writer is in charge.

Originally, the code was very simple, very straight forward. Three rules.

1. Don’t kill. 2. No drugs. 3. The score comes first.

It’s so simple and I genuinely love, love, love it. No killing, just theft. Good. No drugs; no dealing with them, no taking them yourselves because you gotta be clear-headed to do the job. Double good. The score comes first. That doesn’t mean nothing else matters, it actually means that you can’t let yourself be distracted by personal feelings like revenge.

Quite frankly, the last rule is the first one the writers kicked out. The Rogues get written very revenge driven for a while. But they amend it by adding another rule and honestly that’s okay, I love that rule.

4. The Rogues take care of their own.

Meaning they avenge each other’s death, but also that they break each other out of prison. It’s basically the foundation of “The Rogues are a Found Family” and that’s my favorite aspect about the Rogues so this rule is important to me.

The next rule to be kicked out is the first rule though. Because for reasons I genuinely can not grasp, the writers wanted the Rogues to be murderers.

They didn’t have to be. There’s enough other villains going around, killing people without a second thought. The Rogues, as a group, could have literally just remained thieves. It would actually also make so much more sense in the larger continuity of things, for them.

But no, rule number one changes into “Only kill if it’s either you or them” - which is fair enough, society at large does have that rule too, it’s known as “self defense”. And then it turns into “Don’t kill speedsters”.

AND THE WRITERS STILL MANAGE TO BREAK IT AND I’M MAD.

So we’ve reached the point this post is really about. It’s about how the Rogues have an honor code. And how cool that actually makes them. And how the writers continuously fuck that up by rewriting the honor code and stripping the Rogues off their honor to the point of having them murder a child in cold blood.

The Rogues kill Bart Allen. Not even in the heat of battle. He’s walking away from them and they shoot him in the back. Mark Mardon, Leonard Snart and Mick Rory murder a freaking kid.

I’m not entirely sure how age works in the DC universe just yet, seeing as Bart is a grown I would guess 19 year old-ish guy by now but none of the Rogues have aged a day. The youth keep growing; Teen Titans and Young Justice all become adults, but the adults kind of all remain the same age.

Either way, to the Rogues, Bart Allen is a child. They even make a show of pointing that out before they kill him, noticing that this is not the last Flash or the original Flash, that this is a kid.

And still, with the “threat” of prison - just prison, nothing more serious than that - the Rogues murder Bart Allen and I’m sorry but that’s the most OoC thing I have ever read in all of the Flash issues and runs so far.

The Rogues, who played games with Barry Allen. They never wanted to kill him, they even say so themselves in canon. That they always expect Barry to outrun them. It’s a game to them, trying to outwit but not murder the Flash.

And the Rogues and Wally West? They’re friends. They have barbecues pool-side with each other in their civil attire, Wally attended Lenny’s retirement party.

But Bart Allen, the youngest Flash, him... they just... murder. Because they don’t want to go to prison. When going to prison and breaking out again is literally just what they do, all the fucking time.

The way the writers backtracked on the Rogues’ honor code and kept writing them more and more murderous and with less and less morals, to make them - I don’t know - more edgy or whatever is so frustrating.

Because if I wanted villains without remorse or care who just murder for the fun of it, I would be reading fucking Batman comics.

I am, however, specifically reading Flash comics because I want the colorful thieves who steal but also save the city if push comes to shove, the thieves with a heart of gold who don’t kill but all have the capacity for redemption in themselves as shown in canon repeatedly in the past.

This is... the worst character assassination I’ve ever witnessed in DC and I’ve seen some serious nonsense at this point.

#The Rogues #Rogues #The Flash #The Fastest Man Alive #Bart Allen #Leonard Snart #Mick Rory #Mark Mardon #Phoe Reading DC #DC Comics

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tootally-noot-a-cult · 1 year

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I dont like the young justice TV show

OK OK before you say anything hears my opinion on this TV show

the one on HBO max I mean

I hate it, it makes me want to rip my hair out

and here are some of the reasons why

First off, they put the whole ass wrong Robin in there

They put Dick in there?? No?? The Robin that was in the Young Justice was Tim Drake not Dick. He was never a member of the Young justice

Time, Conner and Bart where the three IfirstI members of the Young justice, they made the team, and by the time that Tim is Robin Dicks a full grown adult so why would he be in there??

Dick was a Teen Titan sure but a young justice member?? Hello?

I mean like a quick google serch can tell you what Robin it was and like i guess benifit of the doubt the robins are a bit confusing but they have Tim come into the show later on like he was the Robin after Dick? No? Where did Jason go? After Dick Jason was Robin, not Tim.

Like for what reason (also why did they flatten his hair like that)

Like thats Tim in the first Young justice comics

You can litrally just Google it and get the right one

Okay i could talk about just the robins for hours but moving on to my second point

CONNER WHAT DID THEY DO TO YOU

Why did they compleatly change him?? Why??

Not only did they give him worlds most boreing design but they also compleatly changed his backstory to??

Starting with the disign thing because thats my bigest ick this is what hes suposed to look like (what he looked like in his protraal in the comic books)

Like look how cool that is with the Leather jacket and the belts all the color design, like you can get a pretty good grasp of his personality just based on his design, but what they did with him in the show...

CONNER WHAT DID THEY DO TO YOU

They just took out everything that made him a unique character, like everything

His entire personality was also changed witch i absolutly cannot stand. He almost acts like a wild animal in the show like for what reson did they need to make him the worst character ever in the show I hate it so much

Why did they change his whole backstory to?? Like he was made from super man and Lex Luthors DNA right?? Not in this show! He was made by like a cult in the tv show for whatever reson

They compleatly changed his character like compleatly and its probally one of the biggest resons why i dont like this show

but i guess ill give them points on actually putting in the right super boy because its the only charachter who was actually a member of the young justece

Third off, they goofed up Bart big time

Another backstory they almost compleatly changed.

They kept in him coming from the 31st century but he comes from like a post apocoliptic world?? Hello??

The TLDR on Barts actually backstory: He couldnt turn off his super speed abilities so his grandmother (iris) took him back in time to wally so wally could help him, since he grew up so fast he was hooked into VR so that he could mentally age at the same rate goofing up his fear responce and makeing him very impulsive.

The thing is the time that Bart goes back to is the time that wallys the flash, In the show Wally is still the kid flash

Witch is another point in of itself Wally was never a member of the young justice and the flash (barry allen) isnt suosed to be around

Why they changed what Robin and 'Kid flash' where in this tv show only to later introduce the correct ones is unknown to me i have no idea why they would do that.

long story short they put the wrong speedster in there but later put the right one in there only to goof it up

Fourth off

why did they change arrowett like that?

They not only changed her name and the color of her costume (why??) but they had a weird side romance with Wally and her wich why AND they changed her whole ass name??? Her name is Cissy? Why did they flipin change that??

Last but not least

Where are wonder girl and seccret??

Wonder girl is important?? literally what?? Not only that but they took out secret to? Shes kinda important?

Someone please inform me if im wrong on them both not being there I didn't watch the whole show its mind melting

That' s her and she made like three of four big plot lines in the comic series.

Small things i wont elaborate on for the sake of lenght,

Why was speedy there?

I hate what they did to Miss Martian

Why did they need to change the whole timeline for this show?

I could go off on this show for literal hours and how bad it is but thats just the top five reasons i might make another post like this

TLDR: I hate the young Justice TV show :)

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