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intriq · 8 months

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dc universe characters but your their ex, and they want you back

could be hurt/comfort, maybe fluff. angst? idk, unsure about how to label this one chief

if you want to see any other characters in here, lmk via comment or send me an ask! [they are always open for requests n stuff, so feel free to send them] and i'll make sure to get them in here!

Also, big thanks to my beta readers: Lilac, Void, My bestie, and bat brat apollo! they helped make sure these didn't fall too out of character.

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‎‎‎‎‎ㅤㅤBruce...

...at first, didn't realize just how miserable he'd feel after you guys broke up. Well, after he broke up with you.

He thought that you being possibly tied in to his life as Batman would make things oh so dangerous, and that maybe you'd be better off without him. And that just maybe he'd be better off without you.

But boy was he wrong.

After day one, he missed your presence.

After day three, he started missing your touch. Hugs, kisses, cuddles, the works.

After one week he missed seeing you whenever he came back to Wayne manor after patrol or whenever he'd had a long day being out and about Gotham, whether as just his regular self or patrolling the streets, fighting crime as Batman.

By week two, not even focusing on patrolling could keep you off his thoughts. It didn't exactly help that he knew your schedule. Actually, not even just knew. He had it memorized.

So he'd find himself particularly drawn to patrolling the area around where you lived more often, sometimes even doubling back to the area. Sometimes even three times.

Of course, it took a full month [and seeing you going on your first date since the break-up] for him to take action. He'd started sending gifts at first. Small things that you liked, whether it be books or lots and lots of flowers.

Then the gifts just got more and more expensive, more grandeur. After all, he is a billionaire, so it wouldn't hurt his bank account. Plus, it was a gift for you. So why wouldn't he?

If you still didn't take him back then, he starts sending you texts. Just cute little things such as "i miss you" and whatnot.

And then the in-person confessions, gift giving, and what-not started after. He'd drop by [after making sure no one was around to see at least three times] your apartment while he was in his full Batman getup, bringing you some smaller, easier to hide away things like bracelets and necklaces.

And during the day, he'd be where ever he'd knew you'd be. Whether it was your apartment, your job, anywhere, he'd personally come deliver you yet another gift.

Takeout from your favorite place? He's brought it to you for lunch.

He saw you post about something [whether it be a stuffed animal, jewelry, etc] on social media because it's cool or cute? It's been hand delivered to you by him.

"I saw you talking about how much you wanted these, so I got them for you. Why..? Because I miss you."

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‎‎‎‎‎ㅤㅤTim...

...was devastated when you broke up with him. He didn't realize that all this work being a vigilante that made him miss out on oh so many dates had taken as big of a toll on your relationship as it did.

And by the time he'd realized, the cracks had already formed, and you'd broken up with him. You wanted a partner who could meet you half-way, even if he was a little busy at times.

But that didn't stop him from immediately trying to win you back. Gifts? You've got it. Whether they were bought or handmade, it didn't really matter. He'd get you something.

Not to mention the texts, phone calls, voicemails, everything. He's going the full nine yards to show you just how sorry he is, and just how badly he wants you back.

"I know I've said I was sorry so many times, but I really am! I promise I'll do everything in my power to be there for our date nights, so please take me back.."

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‎‎‎‎‎ㅤㅤDick...

...definitely wasn't expecting for you to break up with him. Sure, he's been in plenty of relationships before, but he'd never expected you to get the courage to tell him you wanted to break up.

He didn't even realize he missed you as much as he did until one night while patrolling, a month or two after your break-up, he saw you walking along the streets of Gotham.

And damn were you still as pretty as the first time he saw you. In fact, scratch that, as pretty as the last time he saw you. Which was when you broke up with him.

So from then on, when Gotham is just a little less quiet and he can afford to do a little slacking off, he walks with you. You had this weird routine of walking for an hour at night, anyway.

At first he made small-talk. Asked you how your day was, why you were taking a walk [he already knew why. he just wanted to hear that pretty voice of yours more!], how you'd been since the break-up, if you were seeing anyone [this was extremely important and he'd express why after a bit of prompting], as one does.

Then it ramps up to him telling you how much he missed you, how pretty and attractive you were still, the works. He then ramps up to just blatant flirting, maybe even making sure he was touching you in some way, like an arm around your shoulder. Or maybe even subtly holding your hand under the premise of him wanting to show you something that you didn't know the way to.

And after that, if you still didn't miss him enough to take him back? He's just obvious. Asking you on dates, showing up to your home with gifts, everything. He'll go the whole nine yards for you, just so you'll take him back.

"Aww, c'mon! Just one date, sweetheart. Please? I promise that if you don't want me back after just one date I won't bother you again."

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‎‎‎‎‎ㅤㅤJason...

...definitely didn't want to admit he wanted you back until it's been nearly six months since you broke up, and words going around that your starting to date again.

This pisses him off, for reasons he wasn't sure about.

So before you know it, he's popping up just about everywhere. Getting him to admit he missed you and regretted the breakup is no easy feat, and you'll likely not ever get him to admit it out loud.

I can't really see Jason making any grand or large gestures, just small little ones that maybe have some sort of sentimental value.

He'd probably drop by your home every now and then. If he's hurt in some way, you bet your ass he's right there on your fire escape, knocking on your window to let him in.

Even if it's just something so incredibly minor he could take care of himself, he's using it as an excuse to see you again.

While he's not totally experienced with being overly romantic, he's got his moments of being just a little bit sappy.

"Why go through the hard work and trouble of finding someone else if I'm right here?"

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‎‎‎‎‎ㅤㅤBabs...

...wasn't expecting to miss you after you two broke things off. She figured she'd be fine on her own, but she was quickly proven wrong.

I can see her giving gifts, but she'd be more-so trying to spend as much time as she could with you. Texts, both early morning and late night phone calls, voicemails about how much she regrets breaking up, and probably more.

Lot's of "I miss you" and "I still like/love you" texts, maybe some "Can we please get back together?" texts mixed as well.

She'll make how much she misses you known.

"Please come back, I miss our little movie date nights."

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‎‎‎‎‎ㅤㅤStephanie...

...is just like Jason in a way, when it comes to realizing she misses having you around.

But she does come to terms with the fact that she misses you. She'll be a little hesitant to admit it in words, but she'll make it known in small gestures.

The breakup was definitely amicable, so you two are kind of just awkwardly still friends. But any time you two hangout, it borderlines being a date.

Movies? Only if it's something that will remind you of stuff you two liked to watch together when you were dating.

Going for a walk? She'll make sure you two just so happen to pass by a spot you guys went to for your first date.

She'll even still pretend to "accidentally" call you by the nicknames she had for you whilst you were dating.

But if even that doesn't work, she'll just start making you two "hangout" at places you've gone to for dates before.

"Wow, this place hasn't changed a bit since the last time we were here, huh? Brings back memories."

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‎‎‎‎‎ㅤㅤCassandra...

...of course, isn't really sure what to do when she notices she's missing you. You were probably one of her first relationships, which just only adds onto her confusion of what to do.

She'd probably go seek Babs and Stephanie out for advice, asking them what they think she should do. Just what she should do.

After getting advice from the two, she thinks it over for a little bit before she starts anything. She probably also tries to feel you out to check if you feel the same way she does.

And if you do, or if she finds out your unsure, she starts giving you small gifts. And I mean small. Just mostly little trinkets and knickknacks that she finds while out and about.

Buttons? Pins? Small figurines, no bigger than the palm of your hand? She's getting them for you.

Of course, this is to help her just get a little confidence before she drops the question about getting back together.

And when she does drop the question, she tries to make it sound like she's being genuine. She probably brought another small little gift, maybe one of your favorite snacks.

"I know you said you liked these when we were together, right? I know you may think I wasn't really.. paying attention, but most of the time, but I promise I was. And I'm sorry I didn't do that great of a job of showing you that I cared about you. Please take me back?"

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‎‎‎‎‎ㅤㅤKate Kane..

...is both similar to Stephanie and Jason. While she'll think she's better off without you, there's almost a constant reminder of you somewhere in her world.

And it just draws her back to you.

It's very much a push and pull sort of thing with her, as some days she's fully willing to admit just how much she misses you and wants you back, while others she'd never admit to even a word of it.

She'll also bring you sentimental gifts sometimes. Mostly just leaves them somewhere she knows only you will find them with a little note attached.

Though the contents of the little notes will greatly vary from "I miss you", "I know you like these so I got them for you", to just her name sometimes.

Saw these and thought of you. -K

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‎‎‎‎‎ㅤㅤDinah Lance...

...is most definitely bold and maybe even a little bit flirty. When she realized that she definitely wasn't ready to move on from you quite yet, she put all her effort into wooing you back.

She'd probably try to play off the fact you two are suddenly running into each other at things you like, it's really just so she can see you again. Making you unintentionally [but kind of purposefully] think of her again whenever you thought about the things you like.

After a bit of this, though, she just downright starts asking you out to dates. If she knows certain places hold sentimental value because they were your favorite date spots with her, she'll ask you on a date to there again.

"Oh? Didn't know you were coming here today. Maybe it's a sign you should just let me take you on a date today."

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‎‎‎‎‎ㅤㅤHelena Bertinelli...

...wasn't usually the type to dwell on her exes. But you? You were all that was on her mind after the breakup.

While she spends many a night deleting text after text, trying to come up with the right set of sentences to tell you just how much she misses you and wants you back, she does eventually send something.

And from there she just gets a little bolder.

Lingering touches, like her hand grazing against yours if you are handing her something. Staring at you for just a few seconds longer than needed, all that stuff.

It does take her a bit of time to get the confidence to just straight up asking you out on another date, though when she does, she's already got it all planned out.

"Do you still like that one restaurant we went to for our anniversary? .... Why? Oh, well, I wanted to make sure I didn't need to cancel the reservation I made."

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‎‎‎‎‎ㅤㅤDiana

...didn't have thoughts of missing you. At first.

She did start thinking of you again when you two were assigned on a mission together. And all it did was really get you stuck in her head.

The way you looked, whether it was the way you fight or just generally how you look in your vigilante costume? It just kept replaying in her head over and over again.

So now anytime your out and about doing your own thing, under your vigilante guise? She's found an excuse to be joining you.

Whether that excuse is "you looked like you needed help", or "my patrols been pretty quiet, so I thought I'd join you", she's always got some excuse you can't argue back about.

Eventually she starts dropping hints about wanting to get back together with you. But whether she's good at dropping these hints or not is entirely up to how oblivious you could be.

Eventually she just tires out of dropping hints and just makes you look at her when she just drops the question. Think of the classic "grabbing your chin and turning your head to look at them" kind of deal.

"How about we go out this Sunday, hmm? ... Yes, on a date. What, did you think I was going to ask you to patrol with me or something?"

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‎‎‎‎‎ㅤㅤDamian...

...most definitely is stubborn when it comes to your break-up. He doesn't even want to entertain the thought that the reason he might be so grouchy whenever he sees you talking to someone else, or hears about how you may be crushing on someone else, is because he misses you. And is jealous, of course.

Even the sheer mention of your name around him, whether it be from his older brothers [mainly Dick because he is most certainly the teasing older brother type], he get's all grouchy and almost pouty.

He does try to help you out around school, though. He may act all mean and cold towards you, he'll act like he's "reluctantly" helping you out.

"you can't be trusted to carry this stuff," he'll try and say as he takes that stack of chairs, books, whatever it is in your hands away to do it himself. His hidden little agenda is that he's hoping you'll miss him because of him helping you out.

His "compliments" aren't always easily understood as such, though. "You didn't do terrible, for once" he might say as he hands you your graded test.

In order for him to get the courage to ask you out again, though, will definitely take some coaxing. [And maybe some teasing from Dick, too]

But when he does, it's a 50/50 chance of him saying it in a sweet way, or in his usual cold and almost brat-like demeanor.

"If I take you out on a date, will that get you to shut up for at least five minutes?"

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waltermis · 10 months

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Okay, Well I Guess That’s It Then

MASTERLIST ↠ LAUREL LANCE MASTERLIST↠ NATASHA ROMANOFF MASTERLIST

Part 1 : Mistake

Summary: Arrowverse x MCU Crossover. Two years after you found out that Laurel was cheating on you, you run into her again. In front of your apartment door.

Warnings: no happy ending for Laurel and reader, Natasha’s boobs cause that needs to be a warning

Pairings: Laurel Lance x reader (past), Natasha Romanoff x reader (present)

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Knock knock knock

You groaned as you lifted your head off your favorite pillow. Looking at the front door, you heard the knocking continue. You got up from your spot on the couch, wondering who was knocking at your door at the time. Opening the door, you felt your heart clench at the sight of emerald green eyes, dirty blond hair, and sculpted cheekbones.

“Hi…” Laurel said, her voice just below a whisper.

“Laurel…” You were surprised, you hadn’t seen her in two years. Not since the night you found her in bed with her ex.

After you had kicked her out, you had called Sara Lance, Laurel’s sister and your best friend. When she found out what happened, Sara was furious. She helped you get through the next week of your break up, letting you stay in her apartment before you had decided to move away. Sara had agreed, knowing how difficult it would be for you once you returned to the apartment you and Laurel had once shared.

You decided that you would move to New York, hoping to get a fresh start. And you did, because just barely settling into your new life, you had become friends with the Avengers. You had been called by a friend of yours, Bruce Banner. He called saying that he needed your expertise to help stitch up Steve Rogers, Captain America, who had been stabbed in the stomach by a three inch metal rod. The rod had miraculously missed all of his internal organs so you knew that he would recover in no time.

And now, here you were, standing in your loft, staring at the woman who broke your heart into a million pieces.

“How’ve you been?” She looked down, avoiding eye contact as she toyed with the rings on her fingers.

“‘How’ve you been?’ Really? That’s what you’re gonna ask me right now…” You said, leaning your body against your door frame. You crossed your arms over your chest and kept your guard up.

“I know… that’s the dumbest thing to say, but I got nervous… and you know that when I get nervous I start to ramble and when I start to ramble I never sto–”

You cut her off before she could continue with her ‘speech’. “Why are you here?” You were tired; you had just gotten back from an 18 hour surgery at the hospital and all you wanted to do was bundle up in your fluffiest blanket and your favorite pillows.

“I wanted to see you…”

“Look, Dinah.” You made sure to emphasize the use of her first name, knowing she hated that name. “I just came back from an incredibly long surgery and I would really appreciate it if you didn’t just give a half truth. So let me ask you again; why are you here?”

“I really did want to see you… and I miss you. I was hoping that maybe… we could give this another try?” Laurel asked, hopefully. You looked into her eyes in disbelief, the same eyes that you used to love gazing into now made you feel anger and sadness. Even if it had been 2 years since you’d seen Laurel, it didn’t mean that the hurt had completely dissipated. After all, you had been with her for 3 years before you caught her sleeping with her ex-boyfriend, Oliver Queen.

“What happened to Oliver?” Your voice was cold, your eyes sharp as you stared at her.

“We… didn’t work out,” you raised an eyebrow at her.

“So, he cheated on you?” Laurel nodded sheepishly.

“Well, I would say that I’m surprised but I’m really not…”

“Can we just talk? Please… I wanna give us a second chance.”

“There is no more us, Lance. We died the minute you decided to sleep with Oliver.” You rolled your eyes in annoyance; every second you spent talking to her made your blood boil more.

“Please…”

“Why? So I can be your rebound until the next best thing comes along?”

“No… it’s not like that! I would never do that to you!” Laurel weakly defended.

“Well you did, 3 years ago. When you first jumped into bed with that man.” Laurel looked ready to burst into tears. “Okay well, lemme ask you this. If I hadn’t caught you… that night, would you have ever told me?” Laurel hesitated, and you got your answer. “Okay, well I guess that’s it then.” You placed your hand on the doorknob, going to close the door.

“No, Y/N wait!”

“Wait for what?! Another apology? Another excuse? Or what… you're gonna give me another pathetic reason why you went back to him?!”

“It’s not like that!”

“I don’t care! You cheated on me! For a year! And now you’re telling me that you were never even gonna tell me?” Laurel stayed quiet, she didn’t know what else to say.

“I’m sorry,” She said, tears running down her face.

“No! You don’t get to cry right now! You were the one who went and slept with Oliver Queen behind my back!”

“Sunshine please!”

Your heart ached at the nickname. Even if you were over Laurel, it didn’t mean that the nickname didn’t hurt. “Don’t call me that. You lost that privilege. I want you to go away, Laurel. Don’t come back and don’t find me again.”

“Y/N…”

“Is there a problem here?” Your head snapped back as you looked behind you. Your eyes softened at the sight of your girlfriend. Her hair was slightly disheveled and she was rubbing her eyes but you thought she looked beautiful.

“Who are you?” Laurel asked, her eyes crinkled together. You didn’t like how her eyes trailed over your girlfriend, judging her every move.

“Natasha Romanoff, her girlfriend. Who are you?” Natasha replied coldly, walking menacingly over to the two of you.

“Oh… you’re dating an Avenger?”

“Yeah…” You answered. “She’s my girlfriend,” You looked back at Natasha, your heart bursting with love as you saw her protective side come out.

“I didn’t know that you were dating someone…” Laurel said, the pain in the eyes evident.

“You didn’t need to know that…” You answered sharply.

“How long have you been together?” Laurel asked.

“A year and a half…” You said, dismissively.

“I’m gonna ask you again, and you better not ignore me this time. Who… are… you?” Natasha pressed further.

“Nat, this is Laurel Lance. My ex…”

“That ex?”

“Yeah…” You nodded, hoping that she caught your silent cry for help. And you thanked god that she did, as her forest green eyes turned dark.

“Leave… We don’t need you here ruining our night in.” Natasha said, before she slammed the door in Laurel’s face.

You squealed as Natasha tossed your body over her shoulder and brought the two of you back over to the couch where Brooklyn Nine Nine was still paused. You buried your face into Nat’s boobs as you finally let yourself relax.

“God you love my boobs,” Natasha laughed, running her hand through your hair.

“How can I not? They’re like little pillows.” You said, your face pressed into them.

“I’m pretty sure that this is the only reason you’re with me right now.” Natasha joked.

“I will neither confirm nor deny that.” You sighed, leaning your entire body on top of her.

“I love you…” Natasha said, tightening her hold on you.

“I love you too, Nat… You are so much better than anyone else. And I don’t want anyone else.” You kissed her gently before pressing play on the TV, your worries washing away the more time you spent with Nat.

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am-i-obsessed---maybe · 4 months

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Disordered (Shadow Of A Bluejay Ch.9)

Whoooo, angst (light angst but angst) in general it's a shorter chapter because it's mostly reformatted from Shadow Of A Bluebird seeing as it covered much of the same ground.

My current plan is three more chapters (including the finale) and a few more mini chapters to cover the remaining episodes and milestones we need to hit to be ready for the finale one of which is gonna be Blue's first time meeting their fellow sidekicks!

Wordcount: 1.2k

Series masterpost

Mount Justice October 23, 17:30 EDT

It’d been a week since Batman put you and the team through a train for failure mission. A week to sit on everything that occurred in the increasingly horrifying experience where no matter what you did the situation kept getting worse. You refused to speak after the exercise. You didn’t leave the cave. You simply trained, and trained and trained while rerunning what had happened in the exercise in your mind.

Simulation Alien Mothership October 16th

Artemis was dead. Kaldur was dead. Connor was dead. Dinah was dead. Ollie was dead. Roy was probably either dead or dying and you felt anger that you haven’t felt in a very long time. You were full of rage, rage that bubbled under your skin as your friends and everyone who tried to help them died before your eyes and it bubbled until you reached the boiling point.

Once you, Robin, Kid Flash, Miss Martian and Martian Manhunter were almost out of the mothership. Almost saved the world you snapped. Not at your allies but at the aliens that surrounded you. The strange bug like creatures surrounded your and you let your anger take control and you stormed the Aliens, screaming a battle cry.

“How dare you?! You killed Artemis! You killed Dinah! You killed Ollie! You killed everyone, and I’m going to make your deaths painful!” You sneered, you jumped into action. Muscle memory took control and almost every blow you landed hit hard. Energy consumed your veins and you began zapping or electrocuting the aliens, it was unclear to you. It didn’t matter though and your rage filled alien murder spree continued. Robin forced the Martians to escape and joined your fight only for you to be zapped by an alien he was fighting.

That’s when you woke up. You looked around, you listened to the explanation and all you could do was look down at your slightly shaking hands in guilt.

You stayed away from the rest of the team after that, refusing to talk to anyone. The only person you talked to was Dinah and only to tell her you were fine and didn’t wanna talk about it.

Mount Justice October 23rd

Kaldur had gone in to see Dinah, Connor and Artemis already spoke to her and M'gann felt too bad to look any of you in the eyes. all had left the room, leaving only you, Robin and Wally sitting in the lounge.

The TV was black and silent and the three of you just sat there.

The three of you had all "died" together in the simulation. Wally was your best friend and Robin was his and leaving you three alone well...

"Blue, your floating again" Wally said. He sat on the couch opposite you.

"Sorry, my mind was drifting" You said, falling back onto the couch with a lack of grace the two had never seen before.

"This is awful" Robin said.

"Do you ever think, maybe we shouldn't be doing this?" You asked.

"What do you mean?" Wally asked.

"I know we're the good guys but maybe we're too dangerous to be so freely fighting, I mean, you saw how quickly all of us became soldiers in there" You said.

"Is this because of that weird laser thing you did on the mothership?" Wally asked.

"It's because we're dangerous! Because if we're not careful, if we don't control ourselves we could so easily hurt so many people" You said.

"I mean, Wally you could theoretically break the sound barrier, and Robin and I could kill someone with just our bare hands" Yo looked down at your hands.

"Is it really safe for the people around to us to be around us?" You asked.

"Of course it is" Robin said.

"Yeah, we'd never do anything to hurt anyone" Wally added.

"But it would be so easy for us" You said.

"Is this because of your um... meltdown in the simulation?" Robin aske.

"No, just forget it" You said, getting up and walking out.

Mount Justice October 23, 20:03 EDT

You sat in front of her in a green chair and took off your glasses.

“I’m glad you chose to come talk to me Y/N” She said and you laughed dryly.

“As if I could ever escape it” You joked but Dinah stayed silent, waiting for you to speak. She knew you. She knows you. She knows that those dry, sarcastic jokes are a sign you’re going to open up.

“It was weird at first. I didn’t feel bad after seeing you and Ollie disintegrate but when Artemis died, or when we thought she did this feeling in my chest just appeared. Like a promise or an oath I had to uphold.” You explained and Dinah nodded. “And what was that promise?” She asked, you answered, though still didn’t look up from your hands.

“To get revenge. To painfully tear apart those who killed her… And you and Ollie.” You answered truthfully and finally looked up at her. “And I did. I killed them, so many of them.” Your voice started to shake and you looked back at your hands.

“Did you try to hurt them when you killed them?” She asked and you nodded.

“I wanted to— I did enjoy seeing them squirm as I did it. And seeing them all explode, it just felt…” A single sob escaped you. “It just felt right.” You confessed and you looked down at your rapidly shaking hands. “I promised— I said I’d never do it again. I’d never take a life like that again, but I felt good as I did it.” Warm tears began to flow down your face but you didn’t try to wipe them. You simply stared at your hands, trying to stop the shaking by tightly gripping your knees and Dinah simply sat. Waiting for you to feel good enough to continue.

"You're not at fault Y/N" Dinah said.

"Aren't I though? Four years of progress and yet all it took for me to snap was some stress" You said.

"It wasn't just stress. M'gann's mental state infected you. You thought you lost everything. In a situation like that regressing is natural" She said.

"It's not just that, between the mission in Bialiya, my mission with Roy and this, it feels like, like it's all coming back to haunt me." You told Dinah, though that wasn't the whole truth. You didn't tell Dinah about your meeting with Lady Lilith. You didn't tell anyone that.

"Is it really coming back to haunt you or are you scared it will? Your past will always be there Y/N but you have friends, close friends who care about you. Maybe it's time you told them at least some of it" Dinah said.

"No!" You yelled.

"Absolutely not. They'll hate me" You said.

"Y/N, we classified your file to keep you and everyone around you safe but it's been four years and they haven't come after you. perhaps it's time we think about declassifying some of it?" Dinah suggested.

"No. Not yet." You said and reluctantly Dinah nodded.

"Whatever you decide. You set the pace." she said.

The next week was rough, Canary let you off school and you spent a lot of time in the cave and with Roy. Ollie wasn’t joking when he said that even Roy was worried and he came by to help you try and return to normal while you coped. You were incredibly grateful for the distractions and to spend more time with him. It had been four months since he went solo and in that time you didn’t get the chance to hang out like you used to before. Unfortunately not everything was going great.

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plzravagemethxxx · 3 months

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BLOODLUST PROLOGUE

BLOODLUST Masterlist

Part One

"I don't think I understand," Y/N mused, raising a hand to cut off the woman in front of her. "You think I've been doing what exactly?"

"I don't think anything," Black Canary hissed. She shifted in her seat, kicking one leg over the other and leaning back, almost resembling a queen in her throne. "I know you've been participating in some... unsavory extracurriculars. What you're doing is dangerous, Miss Rosso."

Y/N scowled. "I suppose there's no hiding it, then. And it's just Y/N, thank you very much."

"Fair enough. I can imagine your father plays a part in your actions." Canary raised a brow. "You want to right his wrongs."

"Obviously."

"That is not your job," Canary began, "nor is it even your responsibility."

"No," Y/N agreed, "but it's not like you can criticize my decisions. You're a hero, aren't you? Part of the Justice League and everything. It's not your responsibility to save the world, but you took it on anyway." She shrugged. "I just happen to have a personal reason."

There was a moment of silence as Black Canary sized up the girl before her. She wasn't very tall, nor very short, but even in her oversized sweatshirt and baggy pajama pants, she could make out the muscle Y/N must have accumulated from her nightly crime fighting expeditions.

It had been a week since Canary had found out about the girl. And she was awfully good at protecting her privacy, so she had only located her last night. Dinah prided herself on her stealth skills, so she'd assumed that she could break into the girl's apartment without any difficulty or being noticed. Instead, she found herself forced to navigate several traps and bypass at least three alarm systems, only to find the girl waiting for her in the living room with an extra cup of ramen prepared.

"I'm not causing any problems," Y/N pointed out. "I've done your job when you couldn't. Star City is nothing like Gotham, but I've taken down dozens of criminals you and the Justice League determine too small for your attention." She crossed her arms over her chest. "I'm doing a good job."

Canary chewed the inside of her cheek. "You are. I'm not here to punish you, if that's what you assumed."

Y/N furrowed her brow. "Then what do you want? Also." She gestured to the ramen. "Eat. I made it for you, don't let it get cold."

Canary hesitated, almost doubting the innocence in the girl's tone. Is it poisoned? No... no, I don't think so. She might sound a bit resentful, but she doesn't want to kill or even hurt me. She picked up the cup and slurped up some of the noodles. She hadn't had basic cup ramen in years. I don't think she thinks she's strong enough to take me on.

"It's good," Black Canary admitted. "You clearly don't just eat ramen, that's for sure. You need to be stronger than drugstore noodles can afford you."

"I was strapped for time," Y/N confessed. "You disabled all my traps faster than I expected."

"And you still made food for me. You're a good kid, Y/N. That's why I'm here." Canary set down her cup and leaned forward, clasping her hands together. "I'm here to offer you a deal."

She didn't miss the way Y/N's jaw clenched.

"What is it?"

"How would you like," Canary mused, "to become my protégé? We may not have the same superpowers, but I can train you in terms of combat, stealth, teamwork. You're good at what you do, but there is always room for improvement."

This was followed by silence.

Dinah watched as Y/N raised her chin, looking down at her through her lashes. She seemed to be processing the proposal slowly, like she was chewing on something and was deciding whether she liked the taste or not. She tapped the armrest of her chair and pursed her lips.

"What do you get from this?" she finally asked. "What's the catch?"

"I get a protégé," Canary answered plainly. "You can provide help on any missions I go on. Since I'll have helped train you, we'll work together quite well."

"I can't help you find my dad," Y/N disclosed. "I won't help you either. I don't know where he is, and I don't want to know."

"Luckily," Canary replied, "that wasn't even part of the deal. I don't particularly care about locating Ramsey Rosso."

"He can die in a ditch for all I care," Y/N spat.

Canary pondered this for a moment. "Alright. If I or the League apprehends him, or if we get any information about him, we'll inform you, but you decide whether you get more involved than that."

Y/N nodded firmly. "Good. Then I accept."

Dinah smiled at that. She extended her arm, offering Y/N a handshake.

"It's a pleasure doing business with you, Y/N." She smirked. "Or should I call you Bloodlust?"

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Becoming Black Canary’s sidekick…

Black Canary x Male Reader (platonic)

Warnings: superhero violence, threats…

N/n = Nickname

Summary: Black Canary pulls a ”Batman”…

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Dinah was out patrolling Gotham, there nothing to out of the ordinary so far, a few muggers and a bit of attempted gun violence and one or two robberies, just regular old Gotham.

But then while on a rooftop she came across something she wasn’t expecting, down in an alley she saw a gang of thugs making some kind of deal with… a teenager. The teen presented the thugs with a brand new motorbike. ”No scratches, just how you wanted it” the kid said.

”Nice work, N/n” one of the criminals said handed the younger a roll of cash. The kid checked how much cash he got and then asked ”How much are you reselling it for?”. ”10% more than the original price, why interested in buying” the same criminal who had gave him the money answered.

”No, just curious, see you guys later if you need anything else” the boy said turning around to leave only getting uninterested ”yeah”s in return. Dinah knew she should focus on the criminals but was more interested with questioning the teenage boy how he ended up part of their opperation.

She followed the boy as he sneaked in to another alley. ”Hey kid” Dinah said getting his attention. ”Aren’t you a bit young to be playing around with the big boys?” she asked sarcastically but the boy looked unfazed by being met with a superhero.

”Aren’t you a bit old to be playing dress up” he questioned using the same amount of sarcasm. ”Very funny” Dinah answered more seriously this time.

”Why are getting involved with people like them” she asked. ”Don’t have many other options” the kid said and jumped and started climbing the ladder to a fire escape, Dinah followed and noticed the boy was not trying to escape from her.

He waited for her to get up ladder and on to the fire esape, he then walked up it’s stairs and Dinah continued to follow wordlessly. The boy then climbed in through a window, Dinah climbed inside after him on the other side was a room with torn wallpaper, a single matress for a bed some book and a few pairs of clothes laying around.

There were also some more unexpected things for a teenage boy to have laying around in his room, a crowbar, a toolbox, car and motorbike manuals, a Katy Perry cd and a package of cigarettes.

”You live here alone” Dinah found herself saying not knowing if it was a question or a statement. ”Yeah, the whole building was abandoned after the goverment declared it unsafe” you informed her while you were putting the cash inside a backpack hidden under a floorboard.

”So…?” you then asked. ”So, what?” Dinah asked. ”Are you gonna arrest me? Cause if you are can i at least have one last smoke” you questioned. ”No and no” she answered simply. ”Why not?” you asked curiously. ”Because if i do i might send you further down the wrong path” she answered in a wise manner.

”Then what are you gonna do with me?” you wondered still curious. ”I haven’t decided” she stated thoughtfully. ”For now i just wanna know who your friends were” she continued. ”I don’t know, wouldn’t be very smart of me to blab on my only source of income” you said sneakily.

”How much do you want?” Dinah asked and you shrugged ”Nothing, i hate them just as much as anyone else, but if i tell on them it will just put a target on my back and once they get out of prison, they’ll do whatever they want with me and then leave be bleeding to death in an alley” you explained.

”Well… you’re a clever kid, i’ll give you that but what if i give you the thing you need then” Dinah suggested. ”And that would be?” you asked. ”Protection” she answered.

”Yeah, cause you’ll have all the time in the world to keep tabs on me, while going around and fighting crime” you said sarcastically. ”I promise” she said seriously and you realised she was fully serious.

”They call themselves the Street Demonz” you started explaining…

——

You and Black Canary spied on the Street Demonz from a rooftop while they were counting their score from their latest sales on the black market. Black Canary turned to you and said ”Stay here, no matter what and if things go south use this” she commanded and gave you a small remote with a single button with a green colored arrow-tip logo on it.

Then she jumped down in to the alley and said ”Hi boys, got a minute”. ”It’s Black Canary” one of them yelled and they started attacking her. You had a front row seat of watching Black Canary kick ass and it was magical.

She made easy work of thugs almost as if playing with them before she took them down, meanwhile they were trying their hardest to get one single punch in on her.

When they were all defeated she looked around ”Easy enough” she said and went to leave and go back to you. But one of the bigger and stronger gang members got back up and Black Canary hadn’t noticed.

”Look out!” you yelled to her but it was to late the man grabbed her around the neck with one arm and the other over her head putting her in a head lock. ”I’m not gonna kill you yet” he said to her in a deep voice and then continued ”I’m gonna wait till my guys wake up and then we’ll have some fun with you and little N/n and we’ll make you regret turning him against us”.

The man then looked towards the rooftop where he had heard your voice from and said ”Where’d the little shit go?” he asked and just as he did you hit him over the head with your crowbar you had brought in case of immdiate emergency.

The man fell to the groun again and you said quietly ”Asshole”. ”Didn’t i tell you ”stay on the rooftop, no matter what” Black Canary scolded. ”You didn’t specify on the rooftop for all i know you could have meant the general area, the city, the country, whatever” you explained sneakily.

She released a small snicker and said ”Good job, kid, let’s get out of here so i can get the cops, i’ll drop you off at your apartment”. You nodded and followed the superhero out of the alley.

Your apartment wasn’t far from where the alley where you had fought the street demonz, so she dropped you off and said ”Pack your bag and get a good nights sleep, tommorow you’ll need to find a new place now that you’re compromised” you nodded and did as she told.

The next day…

When you woke up Black Canary was sitting on the windowsill and asked ”Ready?”. You nodded and took your backpack where you had packed your cash and your Katy Perry cd.

Black Canary had a motorbike waiting outside she climbed on to it. ”So… where are you taking me?” you asked. ”Well i have two suggestion, either i take you wherever in the U.S you want to go and help you find a place to live or you come and live with me and if you want i’ll train you to become my sidekick” she told you while holding out a motorcycle helmet to you.

You took the helmet and put it on and said cooly ”Let’s go fuck up people’s shit” making Canary smile and hold out her hand ”I’m Dinah Drake” she introduced herself which made you realise you two hadn’t had a formal introduction yet so you took her hand and shook it.

”I’m Y/n L/n”

A couple of days later…

Oliver Queen knocked on the door of Dinah Drake, she had been quiet for few days and Oliver had grown slightly worried.

He heard footsteps coming towards the door and then it opened revealing a teenage boy with y/c/s skin and y/c/h hair. Oliver found himself on impulse asking ”Who the fuck are you?!”.

You in return asked ”Who the fuck are YOU?!”. ”I asked you first!” the grown man stated. ”I asked you second!” you responded sassily.

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internalsealpanic · 2 years

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Set Them by the Door

Summary: It’s hard to say not to a favor when Oliver Queen is the one asking, but it becomes nearly impossible after meeting Roy and Lian.

a/n: Happy birthday to @pricetagofficial! This fic was based on “i’m the lawyer helping you get custody of your daughter and oops you’re all kinds of adorable with her and also i think she’s growing attached to me is this good or bad” au from this prompt list.

warnings: I know little to nothing about custody battles. This was a messy but fun fic to write so it's written in stream of consciousness.

"Well, what do you think?"

You look up from the case notes Ollie's handed you. "It's..." And well, it's not great. Dozens of misdemeanors, charges for assault, a juvie record, and oh, a history of drug possession. You always want to read that on a client's file, especially for a custody battle. "Ollie, I'll be straight with you," and boy, that's hard with that hopeful look Ollie's got, "It's a long shot and I mean long. Hail mary long."

"You said that about your last case."

You run your hand through your hair. That was because I was working with a single mother, you want to say but don't because that hope in his eyes steel, and yeah, that's that. "You're gonna run me out of miracle juice, huh old man?" Fucking hell, Ollie. You look at the file again. The client isn't bad looking which would help. You're gonna pray he never shows up to trial with a black eye or a split lip. His features hook on you though too bright and distinct not to leave an imprint in your memory. "He from the center?"

"No."

This, too, catches you. Ollie's altruism is impressive but it has limits. He's got a bank account that would take you a few lifetimes to catch up with but it's not bottomless, not enough to save everyone in this city. But that's not it, is it?

"Who is he?"

Ollie shifts. There's a strange flicker in his expression. You brace yourself for some brick to hit you in the face. Ollie's revelations feel a lot like that sometimes and you wish he'd come up with a way to ease people into it. "He's one of mine."

Well, that you weren't prepared for.

You blink. "Like a minion?"

Ollie balks at you. "First of all, what would I need minions for?"

You shrug. "I dunno all you commies seem to have 'em."

"Hal is younger than that joke," Ollie groans.

You smile and lean back, flipping through the files again, careful not to get the coffee you're sipping on it. "How come I've never met him?"

"We..." Ollie goes quiet for a second. It's a bloated pause as he searches for a way to explain too many things at once. "We had a rough patch and apparently, all my kids think I'm embarrassing."

"You are."

Ollie scowls at you but you just shrug again.

"But I've met Connor and Mia but not Roy."

"Like I said rough patch." There's a twitch in Ollie's jaw, a kind of guilt that worms under your skin. You soften. You flip through the papers again before standing up. Ollie was always about second chances and sadly, the old man has rubbed off on you. And fuck, you and your bank account hate him for it.

"Ollie, I'll... see what I can do."

()

The first time you meet Roy Harper. He's late. Almost an hour late. You're in the middle of your lunch late. You're going to throw a half-eaten salad at him late. But ultimately, it's Lian who keeps you from throwing the scruffy-looking man out.

That and the possibility of being charged with assault.

The first thing you realize is that Roy is pretty harmless. Sure, he's got arms that look like they could manually decapitate someone, and sure, they're lined with tattoos, but he's harmless to you and more importantly Lian. Lian is, in fact, very relaxed around Roy and hides behind him until you tell her you're a friend of Ollie's. She looks at him like he's the whole world. A complete and utter trust.

Your secretary, Jess, looks at once smitten and aggrieved as Roy reschedules another appointment. You can sympathize. The man has very interesting clavicles. It's going to be a lot easier for you if the jury will be as smitten with Roy and be able to skate past that mile-long juvie record. You shrug and pull your own phone out.

"Hi Dinah, yeah, no, this isn't an emergency. Just wanna know if Lian is with you. Mmhmm, yeah. Could I maybe... I know, I know, you're gonna say yes though." There's a sigh. "Relax, I'm not going to teach her poker. Oh, Ollie already— Ha! See, there is nothing worse I could teach her."

Jess frowns at you.

"What?"

"Are you even legally allowed to meet with the kid like that?"

"Yes," you lie.

You might have agreed to help them, but you're still not getting the full picture of this whole thing.

With all the missed appointments, you're starting to get antsy and maybe a little suspicious. Besides, you need to interview Lian and Dinah's there as a legal member of the family so if you squint at it, you're just following protocol.

Normally, you conducted these interviews during the first meeting but that meeting was cut short. Very short. So, here you are now, invading the Queen's kitchen, competing for counter space with Dinah who is making Mac and Cheese and has, reasonably, not offered you any. She does very much know that this is not protocol.

The interview is going well. Roy's, as you confirmed, a good dad from Lian's perspective and seems to be able to provide her with both emotional and fiscal support. If helping your kid out with math homework on practically no sleep doesn’t count as love, you don’t know what does. The stories Lian tells you make you soft and a little guilty about going behind Roy's back. You'll apologize— eventually.

“Do you not trust my dad?” Lian asks with a grounded-out look that kicks you between the ribs.

I don’t— I didn’t, is what you think, is what you would say reflexively, but through better judgment, you say, “I’m a lawyer.”

Lian scrunches her face. You are pretty sure she likes you a lot less. That’s … fine. It’s fine. You’re not upset at all.

You press your fingers together as your eyes cut away. “I trust your dad— I do! It’s just that…” You wave your hands vaguely. “... Lian, I’ll be honest,” you say taking her hand gently, “The court won’t trust your dad.”

“But dad’s awesome!”

You smile. “He is, isn’t he?”

She returns your smile with an even bigger one. You nod. “He’s really awesome, so you have to tell me how awesome he is then you have to tell them, ok?”

She huffs but she agrees, looking a little less upset with you.

"Yeah," you chuckle softly, packing up your suitcase.

Roy’s at the door covered in grease and grime, looking like he’d transformed into a car just to get here. You make eye contact. A panicked, startled sound bubbles up in his throat. You look him up head to toe. He’s still in his mechanic’s uniform, probably just got off work, probably a shift covered. “I got here as fast as I can—”

“ ‘s all good, Mr. Harper.” You shake your head.

"Satisfied?" Dinah asks, not quite as grumpy as before.

No matter how much you think you want Lian to be in a good home, Roy wants it more.

This is when you decide to help them.

Come hell or high water.

It's been a couple of months— custody battles drag on, often kicking and screaming— and the work is delightful.

()

Mostly.

The second thing you figure out, and this one is against your will, is that Roy Harper is by all accounts charming.

"You're late again."

Roy gives you a once over and you feel unfairly conscious. You're not wearing your full suit today, not when Star City is in the middle of a heat wave. Roy throws you a slowly, lazy grin. It's handsome. In its own way, it is. You know for a fact that that exact expression is something that gets him out of a fair amount of trouble.

You do your very best to scowl at him.

He holds up a box of donuts sheepishly.

"Sit down."

He does, biting back a grin. You roll your eyes at him. "How's Lian?" You ask, swiping a doughnut and taking a bite. It's freshly made and it's from that little store down the street. A man of good taste.

He shrugs flopping himself on one of the seats. "Oh you know, fixating on Dinosaurs, prepping a Ted talk about ponies for Ollie, and getting indoctrinated into hockey."

"Oh, that's nice."

Roy pauses.

You pause.

A grin creeps into his features as you look up from your papers. Your features twist and contort with a million things on your mind but the first thing that comes out is, "Couldn't she pick something civilized like football?"

This draws out a full-bellied laugh from Roy and your cheeks are burning. "Could be worse. She could play polo," Roy says, miming swinging a polo mallet while that smirk is still plastered to his face. This induces a frankly disgusted look from you and Roy is one step away from dying of laughter. You fight down a smile. "Never took you for a hockey guy. Does Star city even have a hockey team?"

"It does," he pauses like he's reevaluating the veracity of that statement then tacks on, "But we're more of Gotham Penguins fans."

You blink. You fail entirely to keep the shock off your face. Gotham? Star City is bad but woof, Gotham? "That's... Gotham? What, you couldn't pick a less cursed shit-hole?" You have nothing against Gotham. Nothing personal. You just take offense to its existence.

"Hey! My best friend happens to be from that shit-hole." You snort in response. "And honestly, he's the hockey guy." A friend who’s been in contact with the family. Good, you think. "Speaking of which, I need some character witnesses from you. I usually ask the client for any recommendations to make things expedient. You understand."

He nods and he does. It's a courtesy. It gets on your client's nerve sometimes but he understands.

As he lists the names, you're realizing slowly. That it's not just you who Roy's worked his charm on. It absolves you, a little. That feeling cracks seeping into rock dulling. It helps that it's not only friends but also teachers and medical personnel.

"Dick Grayson?"

You've heard the name before. Somewhere.

Roy grimaces. This territory feels a little like scorched Earth but you press on. "He's the one who figured out I was shooting up." Roy braces for something. The tension in his muscles rising as you shuffle through some papers. You only realize you haven't said anything when you notice that he's gone dead quiet.

"That's good."

"He knows— he saw how bad it got."

"Better."

“He’s a cop.”

“Spectacular.”

“He could tell the court about my drug binges!”

“He could tell the court the man you’ve become. You telling me that he figured out you were using, didn’t haul your ass to rehab, and you’re still friends? Fuckin’ christ, Harper.”

From Roy’s face, you can tell that you’ve got your voice raised up to an 11 but you can’t find yourself caring. “Sorry,” you mumble burying your face in your hand then repeat more clearly, “I’m sorry.”

Roy settles back into his skin. He laughs a little. “Wouldn’t they just ignore his testimony if we’re friends?”

“Depends on how we play it,” you say, looking up from your hands, “we could go with the friend angle but since he’s a cop who’s dealt with domestic violence cases—”

“He hates those,” Roy says with a bitterly, fond smile.

“Good. He’ll be able to give good testimony then.”

“That is if he agrees.”

“You’re making your friends sound stellar,” you laugh and Roy’s shoulders ease despite the terseness of the sound. “Love the guy but he’s kind of a dick.”

()

"What's your poison?" Roy asks, trotting out a smile that's bright and sweet and wholly inappropriate as you look over a transcript of Dick's testimony. It's manipulative— fully, aggressively aware of it— but your scowl falters anyway. He is aware that you're supposed to show him these transcripts without being coerced, right?

"Cyanide."

After a moment, you slide over the transcript to Roy to see if this'll end the conversation.

It doesn't. Please, you're not that lucky.

"A little old school, isn't it?" He says, sliding onto the corner of the desk, because sitting on chair to read isn't good enough. You cannot fault him for wanting to show off how those jeans fit on him though.

"Nothing better than the classics," you say, going through Wally's transcript. It's long. Too long. You did tell Jess to take everything down. Taking down even the chewing noises seems excessive though.

"C'mon," he says, leg bouncing, "you're not about to tell me you got nothing."

Roy's always like this when Lian is at her mom's— agitated and ready to sink his teeth into anything also long as it keeps him busy. You think about pulling something tired like alcohol or cigarettes and some sob story out of your ass but upon reflection, remember that Roy is terribly perceptive. "Ask Mia."

He pulls a face.

You pull a face.

"What?" hissing, defensive.

Roy's still got that face on him. You backtrack. “Shit Roy, I didn’t mean anything by it. All I meant was Mia has dirt on me.” His face blows wide open from the confession. A victory but at what cost. Well, at least he’s not forcing you to put money in the swear jar.

“Why the hell would you give Mia, Mia Dearden, anything to blackmail you with?”

“Because…”

“Because?” he repeats expectantly. You sigh. "I was new at the game and I didn’t know any better so I thought telling the kid something embarrassing about me would make her feel better and get her to yanno, trust me."

"Did it work?"

"No, but she at least said something other than fuck off."

“Lian’s looking less like a handful, huh?”

“Lian’s an angel.”

"She is. Listen," Roy says, cupping the back of his neck and cutting his eyes away, "Sorry. It's just— I'm sorry. I'm usually... better than this."

You want to remind him you blew up on him just a couple of weeks ago but then he might say it was warranted. "Roy, I work in family court. The look you gave me is pretty much child's play."

"Yeah?"

"You should see divorce battles. Terrible. So yeah, you're fine. I get it."

A grimace hooks on his features. "You're too sweet, you know that?"

You stare blank faced at Roy. Your brain is overclocking to process those words because that stupid smile on his face is blocking everything else out. Collecting yourself, you scoff. "Hal'd have a dozen things to say about that."

"Hey, as long as you didn't screw with his truck's engine, you're golden."

"Of course, that was you."

There's a bit where you two fall silent. It's comfortable. The shuffling of papers and the buzz of the space heater fills the room nicely like quilt draped over your body. Then as you lull into that trance like state you get into when you read documents, the clack of a box against your deck cuts through the buzz and brain is once again forced to inhabit the same plane of existence as the rest of you.

You look down at the box and stare at it. An ugly little card board box scribbled with crayon butterflies and dinosaurs. Giving Roy a questioning look you tap the box. "Ollie's gonna be covering your legal fees..." That's not it because Roy chuckles. "Lian asked me to give you the jewelry box she made in class."

Roy holds it out. It's obvious from the look you're giving him that you're still confused. "Connor told us it was your birthday last Tuesday."

"Oh." You take it carefully. It's stupid, but for some reason, you're scared it'll shatter if you put too much pressure on it. Something warm and fuzzy bubbles up inside you. "Thank you."

()

You never knew just how much projectile macaroni would hurt, but Thursday seemed like the perfect time to find out.

"Seriously, Mr. Harper, I'm fine," you say, holding the ice pack to your forehead. You are not actually fine. You feel like starting a petition to ban macaroni arts and crafts from schools but other than that, you're fine.

"Let me check," he insists. Lian is sobbing and clinging to your side. It's a little crowded.

You rub Lian's back. "I'm telling you it's fine. There's no bleeding."

"On the outside, what if there's some on the inside?"

"That's where it's supposed to be!"

"I'm sooooooorry!" Lian sobs, her tears and snot getting all over your suit as she clings even tighter. "Please don't be mad. I'm sorry."

You set the ice pack down and scoop Lian up. "See," you say, turning your face to show your eye. "Fine."

"U-huh," Roy huffs, crossing his arms.

You glower at him then Lian hiccups, mouth-wobbling to keep another sob in. "You're still mad."

"I promise. I'm not. It just... stings a little."

"I'm sorry," she wails, "don't leave."

You and Roy look at each other startled. More than that he actually looks panicked by the idea. You can't blame him. Finding a different lawyer at this stage is honestly a horrible idea. You, on the other hand, are struck by the fact that leaving them had never even been an option.

It's, well, wow. You're attached. Wow. Ok. Shit, you think. Scrubbing your hands over your face, you muffle a scream into your palms and debate whether to call Ollie and tell him to never sicc clients on you ever again. Instead, you call Hal because fuck, if anyone's going to be the voice of reason at 3 fucking AM, it's gonna be the former alcoholic who is up talking to God or something.

"I. Am. Going. To. Block. You."

"I think I'm attached."

Hal cackles then hangs up. He blocks you by the way. True to his fucking word, Hal blocks you and you're left to stew in your own self-recrimination and fighting off thinking about Roy. You stare up at the ceiling and god, you want to cry and "Jesus fuck, Roy," you think. He and Lian can't just walk into your life and throw it up against a wall and fucking rob it of its lunch money.

Two hours later, you're on Ollie's front door, staring up at a light-polluted sky.

Ollie comes out in his fluffy pink-slippered glory and hands you a mug. "You on a bender?"

"Some people call those 3-day weekends."

"Same people who would call neighborhood watch on you for sitting outside at 4 AM."

"Fucking weirdos."

Ollie laughs. "So, last time you did this, you wanted me to talk you out of law school because you were scared it'd cost your folks too much. What's up?"

"I need you to talk me out of something." You're not exactly famous for self sabotage but you've never avoided it. Besides, who better to ask about shitty love life decisions than Ollie. He probably knows this. He probably sees this written all over your face but he humors you. "What extremely good life decision am I talking you out of now?"

You give him a sideways look.

"I've... I got attached."

Ollie's quiet.

Ollie's never quiet.

You scrunch up your face. Reading his micro-expressions in the dark is not the smartest move but there's just enough definition on his face that has you wanting to throw the mug at him. "Hal told you," you say dangerously flat.

"Texted," he clarifies.

"Hal told you."

" 'bout 5 minutes before you got here, so I could get it all out of my system."

That more than anything pisses you off. The nerve they have for courtesy when you're having an emotional crisis. You set the mug down. It's a stiff gesture that has Ollie on edge. He's about to say something when you bolt up and shuffle angrily to your car.

"You got attached, so what? Roy tends to make people do that."

Your nostrils are flaring. It's a strange thing to focus on while your blood is boiling, but you hold on to it, not ready to take a swing. "So what?" Your fingers flex. "Ollie, do you hear yourself?" They curl into a fist. "So what?!" The wind-up. "Ollie, if I fuck this up, Roy's going to lose Lian. And I am going to fuck this up because I will." The words fly at Oliver like a fist.

You're shaking. You're inconsolable. You're going to fail.

The other shoe is always going to drop.

“Kid," Ollie leans his weight against your car, "I could have hired the best lawyers money could buy.”

“Are you bragging?”

Ollie scrubs his hands over his face, looking exasperated. “Just listen for a sec, ok?”

“All ears.”

“I coulda gotten Roy any lawyer, anyone, but you’re the best, you got that? How many cases have I thrown your way?”

"50."

"How many have you won?"

"What does that matter?"

"Answer the question."

"47. Every case is new and you know it. Just because I won..." You feel tired. The adrenaline buzzing through you is fading. Ollie rests his hand on the back of your neck. “Well shit, Ollie,” you laugh in the floppiest way you've gone through a mental breakdown. "Thanks."

"No problem. Just stop coming before the sun rises. The neighbors are starting to get the wrong idea."

"Sure, but you gotta do me a favor too."

"Hmmm?"

"Stop sending me supermodels. My neighbors are starting to get the wrong idea."

Roy's a little pale. It's like the color's been bleached out of him. You think, a little defensively, that this says a lot about how much he trusts your capabilities. Maybe you're projecting. He's probably more worried about losing Lian. The way he's holding her tight to him like he's trying to fuse her into his ribs to keep her safe.

She waggles, bored. She looks up at you and you give her a weak wave. You're not really paying attention to her but devoting most of it to Roy whose face is trying not to fall apart. You don't know how he's keeping his voice even or who he's even calling.

You lean against the wall and make faces at Lian.

A good lawyer would read through notes or something right now, but you did all of that last night.

The call ends and Roy looks up at you tired and grimacing. "Ya think we got a shot?"

"Mr. Harper," you say, more gentle than strictly necessary, "I'll get you more than a shot," mimicking his pantomimed polo shot.

"All you family court lawyers this cocky?" The grimace turns crooked and fond.

"Only if they're as good as me, yeah."

()

"Kidnapping is classified as a felony offense under federal law that has a minimum of a 5-year prison sentence."

"A, you and smart ass over there are adults," Ollie says, waggling a butter knife at Roy, "B, Lian came willingly. C, what cop is going to believe you if you say, 'they kidnapped me for free waffles.' Boohoo. Just take a seat."

Roy crosses his arms and glowers at Ollie who took the spot next to Lian at the exact same time as Hal took the spot next to Dinah leaving only one chair. Now, Roy is not a paranoid man, but the timing is a little suspect.

You side-eye Roy, breaking your staring contest with Hal. "Why exactly do you have that memorized? Should I be concerned?"

"No."

"Be very concerned," Hal says.

You look at Roy. He holds his hands up defensively. "Look, I was mad at Ollie and Jesus, I wasn't being serious!"

You blink, gape, then cover your mouth and look like you're about to tell him exactly what crime he's committed by opening his mouth. Ollie, helpfully, explains what Roy is floundering on. "When he was a teenager, he said he would tell people I kidnapped him if I didn't let him go with his friends on a weekend trip."

Roy's a little in love with you when you smile at him, corners of your mouth sticky with syrup. "Thank you," He leans in, whole body falling into your orbit, breath brushing against your ear, "and it's Roy now. I can't have you calling me Mr. Harper on a date."

"Do I even have to point out how ridiculous that sounds?"

"It's been said," Ollie says casually.

"Great," Roy says, "now, where's the other chair?"

Dinah shrugs, covering up the twitch of her lips by biting into a waffle. Hal opts to innocently look around. Ollie straight up ignores the question. Lian, well, Lian does some mental math before lighting up. "Musical chairs!" she cheers.

You'd like to see the work for that one.

"I feel like I'm entitled to a chair," you say, "since I won the case. I feel like that's fair."

"There's a chair right there."

"Dinah, there's a chair. Singular. Me and Roy's muscles would never fit."

Hal chokes on his waffle. If he dies, you could get his chair. It's more pleasant to think about than what you just said.

You sadly miss the tinge of pink creeping up Roy's skin. Or the way he flinches away when he's realized he'd subconsciously drifted in your space once again— something he's been trying to avoid the past few months.

You both shift your weight awkwardly and stare at the chair.

"I think we could fit."

You look at the chair skeptically. "You sure?"

"Do we have a choice?"

You cram yourselves awkwardly on the chair– arms, knees, legs, and shoulders bumping. It's a terrible process trying to keep up with the rhythm of the table while you're all tangled up with another person. Even engaging in shop talk, which you normally do like breathing air, is made difficult by all the squirming. You both mumble apologies as you try and fail to find the right places to slot your limbs into only accomplishing more skin-to-skin contact that has your hearts racing. It's painful when Hal and Ollie hint at your crush. It's especially headache-inducing when they just tell Roy to ask you out on a date as a thank you. This is quite literally painful because the waffle comes back up your throat like it's demanding a rematch. You ignore the fact that Roy doesn't strenuously object to the idea.

You give up eventually. Not before Ollie can laugh at your predicament. Such a fucking asshole.

"Take it down a notch love birds."

"Bite me." You say it as seriously as you can with a cheek full of waffles.

"Don't threaten him with a good time," Roy quips.

#roy harper imagine #roy harper x reader #oliver queen #lian harper #Hal jordan #dinah lance

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kayadrake123 · 1 year

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Prologue

Hi there! Here’s a little snippet of something I’ve been working on. The reader is referred to as ‘Princess’ and the pronouns she/her are used. There is some Jason Todd x reader, but I’m leaning a bit more towards Tim Drake x reader (sorry, I’m literally in love with him). Reader is not mentally stable and her trauma is spoken about a lot during this story. She’s working on it. Anyways, enjoy!

warnings: injury, blood, reader is close to dying, angst

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“Y/N?!” It’s fuzzy and seems so far away, but she can hear the frantic calls.

She can feel the tears falling from her eyes and running down the sides of her face, making her skin feel hot in its wake. The dark, polluted night sky of Gotham is all she can see, and for a second her heart aches at the fact that she’s going to die with this image being the last thing she sees.

Part of her always knew she was going to die this way. She, like many of her close ones, have dedicated their lives to protecting and fighting for those who are unable to do so themselves. To be the powerful among the powerless.

It’s something her mother taught her from a young age. She missed out on being a normal kid because she was thrown into training from the ripe age of 6. She sometimes gets a bitter taste in her mouth when she thinks of all of the times she bawled her eyes out as a kid who just wanted her mother, a family. Then she met Bruce Wayne, or rather Batman, who gave her exactly that. Sure, the man is a difficult person most of the time, but he cares. Even for those who aren’t his kids, such as Y/N. He’s the father she never had, and soon he’ll be the father she didn’t get to have for long. The best thing that came out of meeting the billionaire was becoming close to his kids too, specifically a certain boy who stole her heart no matter how far she pushed him away.

“Ghost?” The voice is closer now. A face with a black domino mask comes into view, and for a second she thinks she’s seeing things. But then the figure rips off his mask from his eyes and sharp blue eyes stare down at her worriedly. “Can you hear me?”

She opens her mouth to speak, but instead of words, a high pitched scream off pain comes tumbling out instead. Then all too suddenly she feels everything all at once.

“Fuck…” The man in front of her curses, moving one hand to hold the side of her face in a soothing manner, while the other reaches for the device in his ear. “Ghost is down. She needs to be taken to the cave immediately, and needs medical attention. Call Leslie.”

He’s trying to stay calm, but it’s so clear that he’s panicking as he holds the beaten body of his dying girlfriend. Louder screams fall from her lips and his whole demeanour breaks. He allows the tears to fall from his eyes as he places his forehead against hers, whispering soothing words to her.

“Copy that,” He hears typing on the other line. “Can she move?” Oracle asks.

He almost doesn’t register the question, his eyes now closed and whispers of reassurance for both of them falling from his lips. When she repeats the question more firm this time, he moves one hand to support Y/N’S head and the other to support her back, but as soon as he does the loudest scream he’s ever heard leaves her, causing him to immediately pull back.

“No.” He tells Oracle, before touching Y/N’s forehead and sweetly shushing his girlfriend. “Does her back appear to be broken?”

“I…” he stutters it out as more tears leave his eyes. His breathing becoming harsher and heavier but the second. “She’s bleeding, fuck, we need to help her right now. I can’t- Fuck. Oracle she’s in so much pain. I can’t do anything-“

“Tim.” He shuts up at the tone of her voice. “I know it’s hard but you need to breath. I need you to calm down, it will make getting her back to the cave much easier, okay?”

Tim nods his head, even though he knows she can’t see it. He strokes Y/N’s cheek and lays a gentle kiss on her forehead.

“Yeah, I think her back is broken.” He finally tells Oracle, his voice back to its usual serious tone.

He thinks he hears a sad sigh from Oracle’s line. “Noted.” Tim hears wheels scraping the ground somewhere in the distance not too far from their position. “Help is almost there. Hang in there Tim.”

“Copy that.” He sniffles before shutting off his comm.

Both his hands come up to hold the sides of Y/N’s head, lifting it up from the cold ground beneath her. His heart shatters at the sight of her in so much pain and on the very near brink of death. This isn’t how he wants to lose her. He never wants to lose her, but bleeding out on the dirty streets of Gotham is definitely a shitty way to die.

“Don’t worry baby,” He smiles down at her reassuringly. “I’ve got you.”

Y/N wishes she could tell him she knows, or even nod her fucking head, but the pain is just too much. She forces her screams to turn into whimpers and stares up into his beautiful eyes, ones that stare back at her with so much love and pain.

As the Bat-mobile gets closer she internally smiles at the fact that she won’t be dying with an ugly view after all, but rather the image of the most beautiful being she’s ever met. She would die with the image of Tim Drake.

But it’s not the end. Not even close.

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justice-scenarios · 1 year

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This is purely for chaos & totally imspiered by an ask I sent to your rogues tumblr-

Green Arrow, Batman, & possibly Canary's reactions upon finding out the hero they're training/temporarily in command of, is dating Music Meister?

Your choice if the newbie hero knows that their dating a criminal or not.

Since it's general in my version the musical episode happened, end of story.

Green Arrow

You have to be kidding him

Immediately shoots next to Meisters head as a warning shot

Will argue with Y/N, talking about how bad of an idea it is

Will not let it go

Batman

Knew there was something wrong with their boyfriend since he never saw him but he didn't expected him

Will talk about dating a villain is bad

"Catwoman. Talia al Ghoul. "

Aight, he doesn't say anything else

Still has his eyes on him

Black Canary

Asks if they know he's a rogue and they go "He's a what?"

Though it would be enough but somehow they're still dating

Is ready to kick Darius ass

If these 3 would be in the same room things turn awkward

#pati writes #batman x platonic!reader #bruce wayne x platonic!reader #green arrow x platonic!reader #oliver queen x platonic!reader #black canary x platonic!reader #dinah laurel lance x platonic!reader

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burnt-ghost-toast · 2 years

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The Justice League Go to Six Flags

Bruce Wayne x Reader

Summary: It cost roughly 100,000 dollars to rent out the Six Flags Gotham Adventure amusement park for an hour. Luckily for you, you were best friends with a billionaire who, with enough prodding and persuasion, was willing to shell out a million dollars to rent out the park. Several texts, calls, and emails later, you were set and ready to go to Six Flags with Bruce Wayne and the rest of your Justice League friends.

Word Count: 2.6k

Author’s Note: I don’t want to get anyone’s hopes up, so I want to preface this by saying this fic is heavily Bruce Wayne centered. I wrote most of it last summer on my own trip to Six Flags (those lines were brutal and I needed something to do) and finally got around to finishing it this year. The other Justice League members do make appearances, but again, Bruce focused.

It cost roughly 100,000 dollars to rent out the Six Flags Gotham Adventure amusement park for an hour. Luckily for you, you were best friends with a billionaire who, with enough prodding and persuasion, was willing to shell out a million dollars to rent out the park.

To make the expense worth it, the trip was marked down as a Wayne Enterprise company event. Wayne employee’s and their families were offered free entry, so while it wouldn’t be just the two of you, it would still be empty enough that you wouldn’t have to wait an hour in line for a minute of fun.

To make things even more interesting you had invited close members of the Justice League to join your trip.

It was decided that all of you would stay together and follow a strict plan, courtesy of your brooding leader, to avoid too much crossover with other guests and so that you all could ride everything without having to do too much backtracking.

On rides, Bruce sits at the front since that’s where you sit, and you both want to sit together.

Bruce wears light shorts with a dark shirt and sunglasses. He seems grumpy, as having fun isn’t something he does often, but he’s actually glad he gets to spend some time with you outside of crime fighting and work.

When you compliment his sunglasses and ask to wear them, he blinks once before responding with a nonchalant, “I’ll buy you a pair.” You tell him not to do that and that you just want to wear his. He rolls his eyes, but being the simp that he is, he complies.

You can’t help but smile at how easily he goes along with your plans. He trusts you, and you appreciate that and promise yourself you’ll never take it for granted.

Before putting on the sunglasses, you find yourself staring into his blue eyes, taking in the bright blues that look so tired for someone so young. He’s beautiful.

Bruce doesn’t comment on your staring until you start lifting the sunglasses up and off your eyes (defeating its purpose, he might add) to look at him as you walk. You comment on how nice his eyes are before finally handing his sunglasses back and getting on the next ride. Bruce keeps the sunglasses off the rest of the day.

Clark will remind you to stay hydrated, while passing you your water bottle at regular intervals, and carry your things like the good little boy scout he is.

You smile and thank him every time, which is starting to bother Bruce, as he’s the one who wants you to look at him with those bright eyes and dorky grin.

He watches Clark intensely and times it so he hands you your water bottle right before Clark can hand it to you. Clark is surprised but catches on quickly to what just happened and smirks with satisfaction—the little shit.

You thank Bruce, thinking nothing much of the gesture, and your smile warms him to his core. Even the summer sun doesn’t seem to compare to this kind of warmth… weird.

The longer you’re there the more comfortable you get and the closer you and Bruce seem to stand.

When you’re not chatting with the others about the rides you’ve just been on and what you liked about them, you’re standing next to Bruce asking him questions and checking in. He doesn’t do a lot of smiling and on the rides he barely reacts.

The others wonder if he’s even having a good time, but you’ve known Bruce long enough and well enough to pick up on the small smiles he tries to disguise when Barry or J’onn let out loud shrieks and screams on fast drops and his quite gasps when a drop takes him by surprise, or a sharp turn brings the two of you closer together.

You also do verbal check-ins, just in case. And because you love and respect Bruce, and truly want him to enjoy himself. He’s grateful and reassures you that he’s having fun.

Your fingers brush as you speak, warmth flooding with each small touch. It’s hard to take in after a while, and to keep from embarrassing yourself by giving into his touch, you turn away. You look around and pretend to just be admiring the view, but none of it really compares to Bruce. Your fingers brush a few more times, but neither of you do anything about it.

The great thing about being friends with a bunch of superheroes with inhuman abilities is that they’re all pretty good at carnival games.

Bruce suggested saving it for later in the day, so you all aren’t carrying things, and so right after lunch your group takes a break from the rides to try out the stalls.

Clark wins a few large things and plans on giving them to Lois while keeping a few for himself.

You’re pretty sure Hal and Zatanna are cheating and using their powers, but you can’t exactly call them out on it, so whatever, stick it to the man!

Billy, as Shazam, gets into an argument with the age guesser when he tells them he’s 14; “There is no way–” “I had an early growths spurt” “That’s ridiculous, just look at you” “You lost, dude, just give me my voucher.” In the end, he gets his food voucher for a free deep-dish pizza because “only a child could prattle on this much.” He and Diana have to be steered away from the high striker, strength tester game, as Clark and Bruce don’t really think a $2 foam hammer is worth possibly destroying the game because both refuse to hold back.

You, J’onn, and Barry eat way more cotton candy and junk food than should be humanly possible, but that’s part of the fun. The others place bets on who’ll be the first to vomit on a ride, and fortunately, it isn’t you!

You try your hand at a few things and end up winning a small bunny rabbit. You gift it to Bruce, which he takes with an eye roll and a thank you. You all bully Bruce into playing the balloon popper game and the horse race. He wins both games and is very pleased with himself.

Before heading out to try more rides, you all are able to put your new prizes away.

As it gets later, and your feet tire out, you take to leaning into Bruce’s side.

The two of you are friends, so of course it’s fine. It doesn’t have to be romantic. And no, Clark, shut up, (Y/N) is tired and I’m just letting them conserve some energy–leave us alone.

Bruce lets the others walk ahead of you, so that the two of you have fewer prying eyes, but the damage is done. The others know Bruce has a soft spot for you, but hell, they’ve always kind of known.

To make things more comfortable, Bruce wraps an arm around your waist, and you do the same to him as you share a dippin’ dots ice cream. One cup, two spoons. A few other people spot you, but all have the sense to mind their business and enjoy the day.

There are several Batman themed rides, this is Gotham after all, and the others tease Bruce about it. There is also a Joker ride, and Bruce entertains you and rides it. It’s surprisingly decent.

You all take group pictures next to the Hall of Justice ride and everyone buys merch from the shop.

Some, like Barry, buy a bit of everything; a Superman cape, a Flash mug, Wonder Woman keychain. Others, like Bruce, are more selective, buying mainly their own merchandise. Bruce also insists on buying you things and the two of you get matching mugs and hats.

This shopping trip comes later in the day, so you also notice most of the Batman merchandise is sold out. Bruce is VERY smug and happy about this. He casually points it out to Clark while brushing past him.

You all joke about how none of you are getting royalties on the merchandise and attractions using your face and brand. Barry jokes about being broke and Bruce offers to sue. Everyone thinks it’s a joke and laughs except Bruce who was very serious.

You all HAVE to take pictures on the water log ride. It’s a classic and a must.

Bruce buys all the pictures and for some rides you insist on riding them again so you can get a better picture. You refuse to let him keep any where you look like a complete goofball, frazzled and mouth open.

The two of you toss up peace signs for a few and for The Dark Knight ride you give Bruce bat ears. He does manage to save one picture where you look shocked and goofy. You were too busy chatting with the others to notice him picking up the information slip to print the pictures later.

The Goliath is the last ride of the night.

You’ve never been on it and honestly, it’s a little intimidating. On the rides you’re at fate’s mercy, and while you could trust machines with a lot, as Victor repeatedly reassured you all, the Goliath was known for breaking down often. You steeled yourself and allowed your excitement and desire for risk to outweigh your fear.

While waiting to leave the station you chatted with Bruce. He saw the worry in your eyes and kept talking until you felt yourself relaxing. The climb to the first drop had your stomach in knots. You had been looking for something to set your hairs on end, but now that it was here the dread and excitement blended into a need for reassurance. Bruce held out his hand and you looked at him a moment, unsure if this was happening. As the ride began to drop you had no time to think further and took his hand.

Your screams mingled with that of the other riders. There was so little support on the ride. All that kept you from falling out was a seatbelt across your lap and a bar that pressed against your lap and ankles. Your head and upper back were free to the elements. One hand grasped the bar across your lap and the other held tightly to Bruce’s. At one point, he had to adjust your hold to keep his own hand from flying up involuntarily.

After the first drop and first flip upside down, you felt like you had a good grip on the situation. Your screams turned to smiles and loud, anxious laughter as your cart continued to flip and drop at high speeds. When the ride came to an end you brushed back the few tears that sat at the corner of your eyes from the wind and slight panic. Your leg jittered, but the smile on your face and small nod you gave Bruce at his silent appraisal reassured him that you were alright. The two of you didn’t let go of each other’s hand until you had fully pulled into the station. Huh…

At the end of the night, you spot a large Batman, Superman, and Wonder Woman plush strung up over a balloon popping game.

Bruce sees how your eyes linger and your pace slows. He guides you to the game, the others walking ahead to check out a few more things, and hands over the five dollars to play. Bruce nails every shot and picks the Batman plush bear. He hands it to you, and you can’t help but tease him.

“Aw, I wanted Wonder Woman.” You smile before pulling Bruce into a one-armed hug. The bear blocks the two of you out from the rest of the world and after facing every ride, some of which two or three times over, you figured you had enough courage to act on your feelings just this once.

You place a chaste kiss on Bruce's cheek. He flushes and stumbles over his words. When words fail, he takes your hand to hold then places a soft kiss to your own cheek, lingering for a moment, before heading off with you.

Seating on rides:

Bruce Wayne: Front if you ask him to sit with you but would choose the back if on his own. It’s a strategic position; he can see everyone ahead of him and he has more time to prepare for what’s coming, even if it is only by a handful of seconds.

Clark Kent: Having Superman on a ride can be terrifying because if he ever wanted to physically stop himself from moving, he could and if he was in front he’d take everyone else out like that train scene in Invincible. At least if he was in the back, stopping wouldn’t cause the other carts to crash into each other, so I’d place him there.

Diana Prince: Middle, but closer to the back. She doesn’t mind roller coasters and the back is usually shakier, which she likes. She’d also partner up with Clark for two person rides.

Hal Jordan: You have to fight him and Barry for first row on two person rides. Bruce says it doesn’t matter because you guys can just ride it again, but if it doesn’t matter then why don’t you sit in the second row, Bruce? He was a pilot and flying around is kind of his thing, so he cheers as rides go up, as you fall, and flip, and hit sharp turns. He’s here for it all.

Barry Allen: Has a need for speed. As the fastest man alive he enjoys going fast on rides, even if he can go faster. He likes feeling sharp turns and flips and his senses are great at picking up what’s next. He also likes rides that give him a nice view of the park because he finds that he can enjoy the view for longer. He likes to sit at the front and he’s a screamer.

J’onn J’onzz: Solid middle seat and he’s a screamer. He’s unfamiliar with roller coasters and amusement parks, but he’s certainly amused.

Victor Stone: He’s a little unsure about the rides as he’s pretty big and not entirely light. If he can ride, he’d sit in the middle. He prefers rides where he doesn’t have to leave the ground, so tea cups, go-karts, and bumper carts are his top choices. He demolishes you all at bumper carts. Go-karts is the most competitive game of the day, and you, him, Billy, and Billy’s siblings are menaces on the track.

Zatanna Zatara: solid middle seat but likes to be on the outside seat. Will let out excited shouts.

Arthur Curry: Not a big fan of roller coasters and prefers seats in the middle.

Oliver Queen: Queen Industries will never have what Wayne Enterprise has. He can’t beat this company trip, but he will be taking notes. Sits near the front.

Dinah Lance: Sits near the back, or with Oliver near the front, and has a blast. She’ll put her hands up and smile for the cameras.

Billy Batson: Loves the rides, but as Shazam he runs into issues of being too big for some of the rides. He can’t exactly transform in the middle of the park without drawing attention, so he ends up being the first of the group to leave, claiming to be busy with adult stuff, then joined his siblings who got passes as Shazam’s guest. The kids do their own thing at the park after Shazam rides with the JL for a little.

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simpforfandoms · 2 years

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Fireworks

word count: 2.9k

Chapter 2 in my series. As always, I enjoy any constructive criticism or comments. So please do tell me! Hope you enjoy it!

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Washington, D.C. July 5th 00:01 EDT

Well, here you were. Stuck in a tube of all places. It all started when you and the boys found a project, Cadmus. Is that what it’s called? You couldn’t remember. Turns out the project was superman’s clone. For some reason, the boys thought it would be a good idea to release the so-called clone. Now you were all for it at first. Robin sure knows how to make a girl agree. But honestly? You should’ve been against it. You’ve seen enough sci-fi movies to know the clone is always evil. But at last, you were blinded by the charm of Robin. Of course, the clone went berserk. Just your luck! Betrayed by your sister and now a stupid clone was trying to kill you. Fantastic! Note the sarcasm. Back to the problem at hand, you were stuck in a tube.

Kid Flash is the first to talk, “W-What do you want?”

“Isn’t it obvious, we’re going to be cloned,” You remark.

Sometimes KF needs to use his brain.

KF just ignores your remark and keeps going, “Quit your starring your creeping me out!”

He needs to learn when to shut up.

“Umm, KF, how about we not tick off the guy who can fry us with a look,” Robin replies reasonably.

The boys start talking to the super clone. Probably to distract him from Robin escaping.

“He can talk!?!” Kid Flash shouts.

No shit sherlock. You swear Kid Flash is the slowest person you have ever meant. No pun intended.

“Yes, he can” The clone retorts.

“Careful now you’ll upset him,” you say rolling your eyes.

No one acknowledged your words. Weird.

“It’s not like I said “it”

“Might’ve well had,” You say.

Again no one acknowledges you. Aqualad and Robin continue to talk with the strange boy. While you’re trying to see if they can hear you. Your thoughts are cut off by Robin laughing.

“Guys Kid Canary is muted! This is the best thing I’ve seen all day!”

The boys all turn to look at you yelling at the robin, but seemingly no sound comes out. Or at least that they can hear. They all laugh at you, even the clone smiles.

“God, I hate you guys!” You yell one last time.

“Anyways, as I was saying we could introduce you to superman,” Aqualad states.

“No they can’t, they’ll be other wised occupied,” A voice interrupts.

Following the voice is a creepy middle-aged man. Great.

“Activate the cloning process.”

“HA! Knew it!” you yell in victory, though no one can hear you.

“Pass, Batcave is crowded enough” Robin states.

You laugh at that, Robin notices and smiles at you.

“And get the weapon back in its pod!”

A man in a yellow helmet goes towards the clone.

“Hey, how come he gets to call supey an it?” KF exclaims.

You swear he’ll be the reason we all die.

Kaldur looks at the clone and says “help us”

The clones shove off the yellow helmet guy. The creepy middle-aged man doesn’t seem to pleased about that. The middle-aged dude goes on a rant about the clone being a weapon.

“That’s harsh,” you say though no one can hear you. You ponder why you’re in a soundproof tube. It’s not like you have a sonic scream. It’s pointless.

As the clone walks out, machine-like claws attach to you and the boys. The claws start to electrocute you and the boys. It hurts. But it’s not the worse pain you’ve ever had.

While you were caught up in your thoughts the clown returns by breaking the door open. The claws stop the electrocution. Relief floods your face.

“You here to help us or fry us?” Kid Flash asks.

“MY GOD KID FLASH SHUT UP FOR ONCE” You yell at him.

Surprisingly he acknowledges your scream and sticks his tongue out at you. The clone breaking in must’ve ruined the soundproof system.

Robin interrupting your thoughts says, “And she’s back, I did not miss that voice”

“Shut up, you can’t get enough of me” you reply nonchalantly.

“What? I-“Robin's cheeks flood red. It’s obvious he’s trying to fight the urge to blush.

“Not to interrupt your flirting but WE’RE STILL STUCK IN LAB TUBES!” KF exclaims.

“Oh right,” Robin then quickly undoes his lock and falls out of his tube.

“I’m glad batman isn’t here, he would’ve had my head for taking so long”

“Seriously? The whole league will have our heads after tonight!” Kid Flash responds.

Robin presses a button and lets the rest of you guys out.

“Ugh I really don’t want to think about the league right now,” you say

“Let’s get out of here” Robin says

“I’ll have you back in pods by morning,” The middle-aged man says

“That dude is not whelmed, not whelmed at all” Robin says as you and the boys run out.

—————

After some running and fighting your back to the elevator entrance.

“Oh no not this again,” you say

“C’mon we don’t have time,” Robin says grabbing onto you and kid flash grabbing onto you.

“Oh my god oh my god oh my god, I’m gonna die” you whisper into Robin’s chest.

“Oh calm down Kid Canary you’re fine, look we’re safe on an edge,” Kid Flash says.

“Superman can fly? Why can’t I” The clone says

“I don’t know but you can still jump buildings in a single bound. Still cool.” Kid flash replies.

By now you’re holding onto Robin for dear life trying not to fall off the edge.

“I swear to god if we don’t get out of this elevator soon-“

“I’ve never meant a sidekick who’s afraid of heights” Robin chuckles

“I’m not afraid of heights I’m afraid of falling” you respond

“I figured that, as you are literally giving me bruise by holding on to me”

You mumble a quiet ‘shut up’

Just then an elevator comes down.

Robin states “Guys this will have to be our exist”.

Aqualad and the clone kick down the door. Man, you need a better name for him. Robin grabs ahold of your waist and takes you to the entrance. As you land on the floor you shrug Robin off a brush yourself off. Robin notices this and lets out a snort.

“Cuties aren’t real Canary”

You roll your eyes. More creatures come and you and the boys start running.

“Go left! Left!” The clone says

“Right.”

You don’t know why you listen and follow him. You follow him to a dead end.

“You’re crazy. supey you trying to get us repodded” KF says

Supey begins to apologize but robin stops him.

“Don’t apologize this is perfect.”

You guys go into the vents and the creatures follow you. You get out of the vents quickly. The creatures get stuck in the vents. Robin pulls out his wristwatch.

“I hacked the motion sensors” Robin states with a smirk.

“Sweet. now I can finally move around” Kid Flash says as he takes off to sub-level.

You and the boys follow him. KF knocks out the creatures in your way. Supey breaks the stairs behind you to prevent the creatures from following you guys.

As you guys make it to the floor a door closes preventing you to make it to the street. Kid Flash runs into it. Supey and Aqualad try to open it. Robin tries to hack it open, but more creatures are coming.

Robin kicks open a door, “This way”.

You and the rest of the sidekicks follow him. You’re cut off by more creatures. Surrounded really.

“Crap” you mutter

You all get out your weapons ready to fight but the genomorphs don’t fight you.

“Go I’ll handle him” Guardian, you learned, says

“I think not, project blockbuster will restore Cadmus” The middle-aged man appears and drinks a serum. Project blockbuster you presume.

The man transforms into a monster. Superboy takes on the monster and throws him into the ceiling.

“That’s one way to bust through the ceiling,” Robin says as he takes out his grabbing hook. He grabs ahold of you and takes off.

“Do you think he planned that?” KF asks

“I doubt he’s planning anything anymore,” Kaldur says.

When you all make it up superboy gets thrown into you. At once you all start fighting the monster. Aqualad and Superboy punch the monster and Kid Flash trips it. When the monsters is down you and Robin attack it with ninja stars. The monster gets up and attacks Supey, punching him into a beam. Aqualad pulls his arm back with his water. Now the monster attacks Aqualad. Kid flash tries to help but gets thrown down. Aqualad is punched thrown multiple beams. This gives Robin an idea.

“Of course! KF get over here”

Robin explains the plan to you and KF.

You help implant bombs into the beams while KF distracts the monster. Aqualad and Superboy punch beams down. KF gets the monster to the middle.

“Move!“

The beams explode causing the building to collapse. Superboy and Aqualad cover you, Robin, and Kidflash. Superboy lifts the ruble up.

“We did it” Aqualad says, panting

“Was there ever any doubt?” Robin says

You, Robin, and KF all high-fived each other. Instant regrets flash once you realize how hurt you are.

“See the moon” KF says to Superboy.

“It’s beautiful isn’t it?” You said smiling

“Yeah,” Superboy says in awe

Just then Superman appears. Oh shit.

“And superman. Do we keep our promises or what?”

The whole Justice League appears. That includes your sister. You can’t even look at her.

Superboy shows Superman his symbol. Superman seems displeased.

Batman starts, “Is that what I think it is?”

“He doesn’t like being called an it” KF states

He really has no filter

“I’m Superman’s clone.”

The justice league seems shocked by that.

“Start talking.”

————-

After explaining what happened, well mostly Robin explained. You just stood there feeling your sister’s look of disapproval. The justice league started to talk amongst themselves.

“What do you think they’re saying,” KF asks

“They’re probably talking about how annoying you are” You respond

“C’mon babe you know you love me,” KF says leaning to give you a side hug before he could you moved away, causing him to fall to the ground.

Robin just glared at him. Before Robin could say anything Batman did.

“Cadmus will be investigated. All 52 levels. But let’s make one thing clear-“

“You should’ve called” Flash interrupts

“End results aside, we are not happy. You hacked the Justice League systems, disobeyed direct orders, and endangered lives. You will not be doing this again.” Batman finishes.

“I am sorry but we will.” Aqualad states.

“Aqualad, stand down”

“Apologies, my king, but no. We did good work here tonight. The work you trained us to do. Together on our own, we forged something powerful, important.” Aqualad finishes.

“If this is about your treatment at the hall, the four of you-“ Flash says

“The five of us and it’s not” Kid Flash says sternly

“How do you expect us to trust you after what you just pulled?” Your sister asks

“We don’t. We want you to have faith in us. Faith in what you taught us.” You say

“Batman, we’re ready to us what you taught us, or why teach us at all” Robin says

“Why let them tell us what to do. It’s simple. Get on board or get out of the way” Superboy says.

It takes a moment for them to respond until Batman lets out a disgruntled ‘fine’.

Before you all walk away to your respected hero Robin hands you all a commutator thing

“Here to keep in touch,” He says then walks to Batman

————

Gotham City, July 5th, 1:34 am

On the way back to Gotham you and your sister sit in complete silence. Until your sister says “We agreed that you and your friends can have a team. By doing this we have put our faith in you. Do not let us down”

“I think you don’t trust me,” you say

“I do. I’m just trying to protect you. Ever since mom and dad died-“

“Protect me from what?!?! I can protect myself and you have to understand that!” You respond angrily

“You can’t! That’s the thing. You don’t have the canary cry. I can do my best to train you in hand-to-hand combat but that’s not enough.” Your sister says frustrated.

“Batman and Robin do just fine without superpowers,” you say as you and Dinah pull into the driveway.

“Well, you aren’t Robin! Robin is intelligent and skilled-“

“Are you saying I’m not?!?” You interrupt her

“Y/n that’s not what I meant!” She says as you walk away.

—————

messages you dick

Dick

I can’t believe my sister

What she do this time?

She said I wasn’t intelligent

Well you are intelligent, if I wasn’t at the top of the class you would be

EXACTLY

I mean I get her frustration because I did disobey her today but come on

Oooooo you disobeyed her

Shut up

What did you do?

I snuck out and hanged out with people I wasn’t supposed to

You snuck out?

Y/n the goodie two shoes snuck out?

I don’t believe it

Ik it was unlike me

Then why did you do it?

It was for the greater good

Ok superman

Enough about me how was your die?

Well I almost died

WHAT

I’m kidding!

it was kinda boring

I doubt that, your life is always interesting

Well if you must know, I’m currently grounded for arguing with Bruce

Then how are you texting me?

A man has his ways 😉

I’m just gonna assume you have a spare phone

Do you always have to ruin the fun?

yes.

I have to go to sleep now it’s pretty late and I’m exhausted

Goodnight

—————

You set your phone down and look at the time

2:35 am

You didn’t realize it was that late. You hear a knock on your door.

“Come in!”

Your sister sits down on your bed and sighs

“Look Y/n I’m sorry. I was just so frustrated and worried about you. I said some things I didn’t mean. You are intelligent and skilled. And so much more than that. I guess it’s hard to acknowledge that you’re growing up. I have faith in you. But I don’t think you should join that team.”

“What? You literally are contradicting yourself.”

“I don’t think you’re ready. Robin has trained since he was 3. The boys have way more years of experience than you. You’ve only been doing this 2 years while they have done it 5.”

“But I’ll get experience by joining the team!”

“Y/n I am your guardian and what I say goes. You are not joining the team” She says as she gets up from your bed

“I hate you!” You yell as she shuts the door.

Your sister is such a jerk

———————

That morning you wake to a million ‘texts’ on the communicator

5:15 am

Kid Flash

IM SO EXICTED FOR TODAY WE GET OUR OWN BASE AND TEAM

Robin

Why are up so early it’s 5 am

Kid Flash

Why are you?

Robin

Good point

12:34 pm

Aqualad

I believe it is almost time to head to our new base

Kid Flash

YOURE RIGHT

Robin

Calm down it’s the old Justice League headquarters

Superboy

Yeah I stayed here last night not that special

Kid Flash

YOU CAN TEXT

Superboy

Black Canary taught me how

She also taught me how to put it on silent mode

1:25

Kid Flash

ROBIN YOU WERE SO WRONG THAT PLACE WAS AMAZING

So was that hot chick

Robin

I added her to the chat you dumbo

Miss M

HIIII

Kid Flash

HELLO

Robin

Aqualad

SuperBoy

Robin

@kidcanary why weren’t you there but Black Canary was?

Kid Flash

I was wondering that too but didn’t want to say anything

———-

How do you respond to that? “Oh black canary doesn’t want me on the team because I’m inexperienced but she’ll let an complete newbie on there. I didn’t even know she went, she didn’t even tell me.”

Yeah

No.

So you respond with “I’m not joining the team”

———-

Kid Canary

I’m not joining the team

Kid Flash

Please tell me you’re joking

Kid Canary

I’m not.

Robin

Why?

Kid Flash

NOO I NEED MY TWIN WITH ME 😭😭😭

Kid Canary

Black Canary said I’m inexperienced

——-

There it was. Saying that made it a reality. You could feel the hot tears roll down your cheeks.

Knock

“Can I come in?” Dinah said

“No.”

She opened the door anyway. Once she saw your tears she instantly felt regret.

“Batman called. It took a while but he convinced me I should let you join. But promise me you’ll be safe.”

You squealed in excitement and hugged her

“I will! Thank you, thank you!” you yell

“Don’t thank me, thank Robin”

———

Wayne Manor, Gotham City, 1:30 pm

“I convinced Black Canary to let her join the team. But this is the last time I do any favors for you. You’re supposed to be grounded.” Bruce Wayne, or Batman, says to Dick Grayson.

“I know I know but this was important” Dick replies.

“Dick you have to separate romance and work,” Bruce says

“What? What do you mean? I don’t like her! I never said that! Where did you get that from! Whatever Wally told you it’s not true! He’s not trustworthy!”

“Master Dick, might I remind you, Master Bruce is the world’s greatest detective,” Alfred states as he gives Dick a pat on the back.

“I don’t like her” Dick mumbles as he walks back to his room.

"He's growing up Alfred," Bruce says.

"Well, what do you expect, the boy is nearly 15,".

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