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robinofgothamcity · 3 years

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♡ starting prompt: “were you ever going to tell me?”

♡ pairing: dick grayson (S1 YJ Robin) x fem reader

♡ lyric inspiration: “take a ride up to Malibu, I just wanna sit and look at you, look at you. what would it matter if your friends knew? who cares what other people say anyway.”

♡ note: not checked for grammar or spelling mistakes

both you and Dick walked out of Gotham Academy, laughing at some stupid joke he made as the two of you walked to the nearest coffee shop. the two of you religiously bought coffee and hung out every Thursday after school until it was time to head home.

you and Dick, unknown to each other9, had commitments to the YJ team and usually had to meet the team later in the night and today happened to be one of those days.

you really weren’t in the mood to go out for a patrol tonight but on Saturday, you had accepted to be Dick’s date to the winter formal Gotham Academy was holding and you had to excuse yourself from patrolling duties for the night.

you knew Diana would have no issue in you missing for one night but the team on the other hand would probably throw a fit for it.

whenever there was time to lounge around, you usually hid behind a domino mask and a beanie to cover your hair. your uniform on the other hand was very much like Wally’s. it pulled over your head and covered some of your face and most of your hair so it went unnoticed by everyone.

you were very similar to Robin in that aspect. the two of you hid your identities extremely well and no one outside of your mentors knew who you truly were. Wonder Woman had especially emphasized that a kid still in school should not reveal their real identity and if you wanted to once you turned 18, you could, but until then, she made you swear to never reveal who you were.

“what has you in such deep thought?” Dick asked, giving you a smile. you shook your head, “nothing. just stuff with school,” you replied. Dick had saw the bruises and cuts on your legs that you tried to hide, “you have more bruises?” he asked.

“I told you my MMA training went hard last night,” you exclaimed, “I had a partner that was double my size and she nearly wanted to kill me,” you tried to joke.

you could tell that Dick wasn’t believing what you were saying, “but you shouldn’t be the one to talk! you have a gash running down your arm! don’t think I didn’t notice,” you retaliated. he immediately tried to explain himself, “acrobatics is an intense hobby!” he replied.

you gave him a look before shoving him playfully onto the grass. Dick pushed you back as the two of you finally arrived to the coffee shop. you put your bag down in the booth before meeting Dick at the line.

“just be careful! those cuts and bruises look intense,” he said a bit more seriously. you squeezed his arm in agreement, “of course but same goes for you. the gash on your arm looks pretty deep,” you stated, running your finger on the now healing gash.

he paid for both of your drinks and the two of you made your way to the booth and took out your books.

you had befriended Dick when he first arrived to Gotham Academy. since he was the adopted son to Bruce Wayne, everyone wanted to befriend the son of the man who ran Gotham with an iron fist. you on the other hand had to befriend him because you were the captain of the Mathlete’s team.

that was the club Dick first wanted to join and although he didn’t know exactly how to join, he saw that you were in his AP Calc BC class and saw the jacket you carried around with the medals you on won on it. he quietly followed you to the auditorium that day and scooped out the team before embarrassingly introducing him and explaining why he wanted to join.

you instantly clicked with him and tried him out for the team for a few days when you realized that he was probably the second smartest on the team. he won a plaque on his first round of tournaments and gained honoree status not long after.

“god, I feel like Brunner is killing us with the amount of work he’s giving us,” you growled into your textbook, “does he not realize that people have lives and jobs?” you continued to complain.

Dick shook his head, “not like he cares. he’s just a bitter old man who wants to make us suffer,” he admitted. you laughed, accidentally choking on your coffee by the comment, “it’s true! he knows everyone is excited about the formal so he probably piled on work to make us suffer,” Dick continued.

you threw him your paper as he quickly dodged it. the two of you worked through the worksheets until you felt your communicator go off. you discreetly looked down and saw that Kaldur was calling everyone to Mount Justice for a new mission.

“hey Dick, I have to go,” you admitted a bit sadly, “my mom wants me home to babysit my niece and she needs me home in a few minutes.” Dick nodded understandingly, “yeah, Bruce seems like he needs me home too. see you tomorrow?” he asked, “of course!”

the two of you practically darted in different directions as you ran to the nearest zeta tube location. it was inside of an old building as you quickly discarded your uniform, putting it inside of your bag as you pulled on your other uniform.

as soon as you arrived to Mount Justice, you saw everyone crowding around the table that Red Tornado was explaining the mission at. you stood next to Kaldur and Connor, flashing them an ‘i’m sorry for being really late’ smile. Kaldur patted your shoulder as the table shut off after the instructions were finished.

“so, the pairs are, Wally, Artemis and I, Connor and M’Gann, and ( your name ) with Robin,” Kaldur explained, “since both of you know Gotham Academy well, the two of you will be patrolling inside the school while Connor and M’gann gather the information we need from the teacher.”

you and Robin high-fived, quickly getting on the motorcycles and racing towards the school. you weren’t particularly close with Robin but when the two of you were a team, it was nearly impossible to stop the two of you. the chemistry when you both fought together didn’t go unnoticed by anyone and Kaldur tended to pair you up together when he knew Wally and Robin would goof off the whole time.

“so, you go to Gotham Academy?” Robin asked. you nodded, “I do! I had no idea you went there,” you replied, “I wonder if we’ve ever met each other,” Robin joked.

you gave him a look, “please, I doubt it. I get the sense that you’d probably be really popular and I am the farthest from that,” you admitted. Robin gave you a look, “trust me, I am not popular. are you in any clubs?” Robin asked.

a part of you screamed to tell him but another part of you told you no, “I am but for the sake of keeping my identity a secret, I would rather not say,” you said empathetically. Robin waved your off, “no, I completely understand. the Bat would kill me if he found out someone knew who I was,” you couldn’t help but laugh, “yeah, Wonder Woman would lasso me into another dimension if I did the same.”

once the two of you parked your motorcycles into the parking lot and sneaked your way inside. you both landed by the auditorium and started to walk around.

the patrolling went by with mild conversation. since you had to inform Kaldur about both of you coordinates every few minutes, that was probably the only time you spoke up. it wasn’t until you passed the glass shelves that held all of the Mathlete trophies that you made a sudden stop.

“do you know someone on the team?” Robin asked, gulping his nervousness down a bit. “yeah, I have two friends on the team. one of which I think I like,” you admitted sheepishly.

Robin gave you a smirk, “oh, tell me! tell me! I want to know!” he exclaimed excitedly. you shoved him against the wall, “no! because if you know him? then you’re going to tell him!” you whisper-yelled. Robin waved you off, basically begging you to tell him, “fine, if I tell you then you’re going to have to swear that you’ll never tell him,” you stated.

he nodded as you discreetly opened the glass door and took the photo out, “it’s Dick Grayson. he’s so....” you trailed off not knowing to what to say as you stared at the photo mesmerized. Robin remained silent, standing as stiff as a board, “really?” he whispered.

“yeah, is that an issue?” you asked, a bit surprised by his reaction, “no, not at all. plus, I can’t even lie, the person I’ve been dying to ask out is also on the team,” your eyebrows fluttered to confusion as stared at him, “I told you who my crush is so it’s only fair you tell me!” you said.

Robin shook his head no, “AH! nope! you’re telling me! I told you my crush on Dick and now you have to tell me! plus, I didn’t know you were gay,” you said off-handedly. Robin stared at you now in more confusion, “I’m not? not that there would be an issue with that if I was but regardless, where did you get that idea?” he asked.

you held back your laugh, “I mean, the team is mostly guys unless you have a crush on her,” you pointed to yourself jokingly. Robin didn’t say anything as the silence basically answered your question, “wait, do you have a crush on her?” you asked a bit more seriously now.

“yeah, it’s her. she’s in a few of my classes and my god, she’s gorgeous,” he said “everything I look in for a girl.” your heart stopped dead in it’s tracks as Robin’s communicator went off indicating that Connor and M’Gann got what they needed.

you hadn’t said much after Robin had confessed his crush to you. you had no idea that it was going to be you who he was and although now you were dying to know his true identity, you knew you shouldn’t even bother with it. plus, Robin probably felt the same way you did when you confessed your crush on Dick.

after all of you told Red Tornado the information, you quickly departed from the team, telling them you had to be up at 6:00 to get ready for school. Robin could tell that after he admitted his crush to you, you felt a certain way about it but if anything, he should be the one weirded out. you had a crush on him! but considering your identity was sealed shut, he would never know who it really was that liked him unless he figured out your true identity.

the next morning, you woke up and put on your uniform as you ran your fingers over the burgundy colored gown you were wearing tomorrow. you were beyond excited to be Dick’s date to the formal and you had to be at his place at five to catch dinner before the dance.

once you made it to school, you greeted Dick with a smile, “mornin’ Grayson!” you said happily. he responded by putting his arm around you with the same amount of excitement you had, “what has you so excited today?” he asked.

“nothing! just something you shouldn’t worry about! how was your night?” you asked. you felt Dick’s body go stiff as he tried to conjure up some lie, “fine! Bruce had me doing some work for Wayne Enterprises and it practically put me into the grave,” he joked.

the two of you walked to your math class, slumping immediately into your seats as the morning announcements went off. you were doodling in your notebook as Dick kept muttering to himself about something you couldn’t quiet understand.

throughout the entire day, you could sense that Dick’s attention was not exactly spot on. his mind seemed to be on cloud nine and once the end of the day came, he had a bunch of theories written inside of his notebook about ( your hero name ) and who could she possibly be.

“Dick, you’ve been off all day!” you said now a bit annoyed, “is something wrong?” you asked again. he shook his head no, “no, I’m more than okay! just excited about tomorrow is all,” he replied. you nodded, “me too! I’ll be at your house around five so we can eat dinner and head to the dance,” you mentioned as you saw your mom pull up.

“see ya tomorrow!” Dick exclaimed.

first thing Saturday morning, your mom shook you awake. she said that your stylist would be here any minute to get your hair/makeup done and you needed to shower before then.

you quickly hopped into the shower while you pulled on some pajamas for the time being. as soon as you got out, you brushed your hair and teeth before walking to the living room to see the stylist preparing her things on the kitchen table.

“ready love?” she asked sweetly. you nodded, “ready as ever!” you replied as you sat down.

the time she did your hair, you were making small talk until you heard a knock on the door. your mom mentioned she’d get it and went to the door. when she got back, she was holding a bag of food.

“I think Dick sent you food,” she joked as she read the note, “oh yeah, it was 100% him,” she said as she showed you the note.

“can’t wait for tonight! your favorite from Scouts is inside of the boxes.”

“aw, how sweet of him!” your stylist said, “yeah, he’s one of a kind,” you said not realizing what you were saying. your mom could see the love for him in your eyes and swooned silently.

after your hair was done, you had basically devoured the food before your stylist got to work on your makeup. this time, it didn’t take as much time. by the time she finished, you had about an hour to put on your dress and do the finishing touches to your look before you had to leave.

the dress was short from the front as it got longer from the back. it kind of dragged but that was what made you fall in love with it in the first place. you pulled the dress from your closet and had your mom help you zip it up as she put on the necklace she wore the day of her winter formal on you.

“you look amazing sweety! let me take a few photos before we head out!”

you rolled your eyes playfully as you posed a few times. after you and her got into the car, you made your way to the manor. you had been there countless times and knew the gate code by memory by this point. you had messaged Dick that you were outside and saw him in the suit he was wearing.

“wow, you look gorgeous,” Dick whispered, taking you in. you tried to shake off the compliment but you couldn’t as both Alfred and your mom told you to hold still as they took photos. it wasn’t long after that Bruce came out, introducing himself to your mom and instantly making her swoon, “I’ll see you tonight,” she told you as she gave Dick a look, “take care of my daughter,” she stated, now more seriously.

Dick nodded nervously as Alfred led you into the dining room where the dinner was plated and ready to eat. it didn’t feel like a date as eating with Dick was not uncommon. this time, you both were just dressed extremely fancy.

Alfred had made you steak and the two of you basically downed it like starving caveman. you and Dick made sure that you didn’t stain yourselves as Alfred informed that the car was warmed up and ready to take you to the dance. Dick had excused himself to the bathroom as Bruce stood in front of you.

you gulped nervously as he basically towered over you, “please continue making my son happy,” was all he said before leaving back upstairs. you didn’t even get a chance to respond as Dick walked in and basically pulled you towards the car.

the formal was already going when the two of you arrived. you could hear the music blaring from outside and in order to get in, you had to pass the ‘paparazzi’ Gotham Academy set up. you two annoyingly took the photos that were being taken by people from the yearbook team and entered the auditorium.

you smiled at Dick as you both found a few of your mutual friends and sat down with them. the night was one you knew you weren’t going to forget as Dick had his arm around you the entire time. you could feel him squeezing your shoulder every time he noticed someone checking you out.

“I love this song!” you exclaimed, hearing ‘New Light’ by John Mayer playing, “wanna dance?” he asked. you instantly nodded and walked onto the dance floor.

“Oh I want a take two. I wanna break through. I wanna know the real thing about you so I can see you in a new light.”

the two of you danced, a bit closer than you intended but not that you were complaining.

song after song came and it wasn’t until you heard a beep going off when you realized what was happening. it was the teams communicator indicating that Kaldur wanted everyone at Mount Justice again. you sighed knowing if you didn’t answer, you’d probably get berated for skipping out.

secondly, you had told Kaldur unless it was an emergency, not to contact you so it must’ve been urgent if he was. you stared at Dick who was standing by the table, staring at something when you realized you had to break the news to him.

“hey Dick, there was an emergency at home and I need to leave like right now.” you felt tears pricking your eyes as you just wanted to tell the team to fuck off for ruining your night with Dick, “it’s okay! Bruce called me just now and said something happened to Alfred and I should head home,” he said.

you sighed in relief as you told him you hoped everything with Alfred was okay and you’d see him on Monday. it now had dawned on you that your spare uniform was inside of Mount Justice and you would have no time to get the one from your house.

the only thing you had on you was your domino mask which you knew would make due until you changed into your uniform. you found the nearest zeta tube and teleported to Mount Justice.

your hero name rang off through the telecom, catching everyone’s attention. you had slipped on your domino mask but your worst fear thus far came true. everyone was surrounding the zeta tube which you came from and saw your hair.

“wow, you look great,” Connor and Wally murmured to themselves. Kaldur slapped them in the head as he stared at your apologetically, “I know tonight was your night off but Rob isn’t here either and we both need you for this mission. some of the league is on their way and we need their approval before we go save the kids who are being held hostage,” Kaldur explained.

you heard Robin’s name ring through the lair as he ran in with urgency. you looked from Kaldur and stopped dead in your tracks when you saw him. it took Robin a few seconds to look at you but when he did, it was like he saw a ghost in front of him.

behind his sunglass and your domino mask, it was like a stare off. you felt like the wind was knocked out of you and held onto the table to catch your balance as Robin just stood in place.

“uh is something wrong?” Wally asked seeing your reactions. both you and Robin were stunned into silence as you didn’t know what to say. Batman, Wonder Woman, and Superman’s name now rang through the lair as they entered the main floor.

they couldn’t help but wonder what was going on as a thick silence was hanging in the air. both Batman and Wonder Woman immediately realized the situation and looked at each other as they put two and two together. the two of you, unintentionally revealed your identities to each other, and Batman more than Wonder Woman knew the two of you were going to be together tonight but what he didn’t expect was that the two of you were going to the lair dressed in the outfits you both wore to the dance.

“Superman will accompany you on the trip. ( your hero name ) and Robin will stay back,” everyone looked at Batman as Wonder Woman nodded and grabbed you by the shoulder, Batman doing the same with Robin, “why? what happened?” Wally exclaimed.

“nothing that concerns you Flash, now follow Superman’s orders,” was all Batman said before taking you two into an empty room with Diana following behind you.

as soon as the door shut, you stared at Dick, his mask now off as you did the same. you didn’t know how to feel. your crush, your best friend, someone you loved dearly this entire time was also on the team and you had no idea what to do.

“so, as you can see we have a situation. both of you know each others identities and it’s best we keep it between each other. she now knows my real identity and will remain the only one who does know.”

Diana nodded, “the two of you now hold each others biggest secret and I think it’s best we both leave so you can talk it out,” she mentioned as she escorted Batman out of the room to leave you guys alone.

Dick stared at you as he tried to read your expression, “all this time we left each other for stupid reasons, we were meeting each other again, just in our different identities?” was what he said. you nodded, “were you ever going to tell me?” you whispered.

Dick walked up to you and held you close, “truthfully, when the time was right and with the bat’s approval, I was. everything I’ve ever said, tonight, the night we patrolled school together, everything! I meant it. you’re my best friend. you’re also someone I want to keep by my side together,” he finally confessed.

you stared up at Dick before doing the one thing you always wanted to do. you leaned up and kissed him deeply. he was completely taken back but kissed you back. your arms wrapped his neck as he brought you in even closer.

“wow, this was not how I expected the night to go,” you murmured against his lips, “for sure but I mean, we have the lair tonight and it’s completely empty. I want to give you that final dance of the night,” he said as he grabbed your hand and led you to the main floor again.

you stared at Dick and took his hand as he swayed you to the song you first danced back at the formal.

“take a ride up to Malibu, I just wanna sit and look at you, look at you. what would it matter if your friends knew? who cares what other people say anyway.”

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ratcourtjester · 3 years

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What the hell do you even get rich people for Valentine's Day? Hal thought turning the little stuffed bear in his hand. The eyes were off center and it was holding a bright red heart that had the phrase 'I love you BEARY much' embroidered on it. Definitely not. He shook his head and put the poor thing back on the shelf before he decided to do it the favor of putting it out of its misery. He wished someone would have the courtesy of putting him put of his already. The store was packed with last minute shoppers and all the good stuff had been picked over already. Hal wouldn't of bothered if his boyfriend hadn't invited him out to dinner that night. A freaking Valentine's Day dinner. What was this, high school???

...Okay that felt a little harsh. Honestly, Hal didn't have anything against the Holiday. Free candy, quick hook-ups and half priced chocolate the next day? Honestly what wasn't to love? But he was actually in a relationship this year. And not with Carol who practically expected him to screw up on Valentine's Day (harsh but not exactly unwarranted) but with the goddamn Batman. To be fair, he probably also figured Hal was going to screw it up. He still wasn't 100% sure how this had all happened, really it was a blur of arguments, very close calls and some absolutely fantastic sex and then boom! He was meeting the guy's kids (officially) and they were living together (unofficially).

It hadn't been all bad actually. Bruce was just as difficult as one could imagine when dating a bat-themed vigilante but if the man had Hal this stressed out about a commercial Holiday as nauseating as Valentine's Day than it was pretty safe to say Hal lov-

Lo-

...had strong feelings for him. After all, Bruce wasn't Batman all the time, though one would be hard pressed to get the billionaire to admit that. He was caring and tender when he felt safe enough to be. And alright he had a decent sense of humor. And he was fucking gorgeous to boot. And rich. Very, very rich. That had never really been a factor in what Hal found attractive in people but it certainly didn't hurt. It also, apparently, limited options when it came to getting them gifts.

He sighed looking at his cart filled only by two five pound bags of mixed candy and relented, taking the bear back off the shelf and tossing it in. Cass would like it at least.

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Two hours later, Hal was no closer to figuring out what the hell to get Bruce and was running dangerously close to being late, the chances of him getting laid that night getting slimmer and slimmer with every tick of the clock. He ran his fingers through his hair, gelling it back and looked himself over in the mirror, inspecting his face to make sure he hadn't missed any spots shaving.

"Not bad, Jordan, not bad at all…" He hummed to his well dressed reflection. He wore a deep red button up and his nicest dress pants. Red wasn't normally his color but he figured he might as well be festive. Even if he didn't have anything to give. He sighed again deciding the flowers he had grabbed were going to have to do as put his cufflinks on. They had been his father's and he only really pulled them out for special occasions. He paused. In fact, the last time he had worn them was at Jim's wedding. It took him a second to let that sink in. As much as he had been telling himself it was just a date, he had almost subconsciously grabbed something he hadn't worn in almost a decade. Maybe this was more important to him than he let on. He looked over to the roses taunting him and groaned.

He was such a bad boyfriend.

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Surprisingly, Hal arrived in Gotham just in time. Despite spending most of his off time in the Manor these days, he had opted to go back to his apartment when he got back on Earth just before he got the dinner invitation. If it bothered Bruce, he hadn't mentioned it in the few days in between. Letting the construct that made his suit up drop he landed within walking distance (but out of sight of prying eyes) of the manor and made the rest of the treck on foot. Alfred answered the door with a look that practically demanded to know why he even bothered knocking anymore at this point which he just answered with a grin.

"Hey Al, happy Valentine's Day." He said, fishing the tulip bulb from the bag of goodies he had brought the family. He figured the butler would enjoy the addition to his garden.

"To you as well, Master Jordan." He took the plant with a small thank you. "Master Wayne will be down in a moment he's taking a call in-"

"Hal's here!" A shout from the staircase interrupted the family butler and him and Hal looked over just in time to watch the oldest launch himself over the railing and land with all the grace of an acrobatic cat before bounding over and enveloping Hal in a hug.

" Master Grayson ." Alfred hissed looking thoroughly unimpressed with his actions. Dick grinned sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck as he let the older man go.

"Sorry Alf, guess I just missed him."

"You saw him a week ago." Duke snorted coming out of the den but gave Hal a grin anyway.

"Are these for us?" Steph grinned, suddenly at Hal's side and going through the plastic bag as Alfred rolled his eyes and took his duffle bag for him. She pulled out the little monstrosity of a bear and her eyes lit up. "Oh, I love this guy. He for B?" She teased.

"For your girlfriend actually. Figured she'd like him more." He said, snorting as Cass took the little bear from the blond and gave him a small smile. "You're welcome, kid."

It wasn't long before the rest of the little bats tore into the bags of candy he had brought with the exception of Jason, who was out with Roy, and Dick, who left for his own date with Wally shortly after greeting Hal, and ran off. It was another ten minutes before Bruce came down, looking slightly irritated. However the look softened once his eyes landed on Hal. "You look nice." He commented.

"You look pissed." Hal countered and got an eye roll in return.

"Nothing you did." Bruce said, placing a hand on his hip and a kiss on his cheek, taking the offered flowers before pulling away smirking. "For once anyway."

"Hilarious, Spooky." He snorted and looked the other man over. He looked fantastic, no surprise, wearing a suit by some designer he definitely couldn't pronounce the name of. God this man was out of his league. He was ushered out with mentions of a reservation and a shout from Tim to 'have him home by midnight' soon after.

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In the months since dating Bruce Freaking Wayne, Hal had been treated to restaurants where he was sure the food cost more than his rent. Tonight was no different. Marble floors, molded walls and food that he couldn’t pronounce with his high-school level French, no expense was sparred. Hal still wasn't sure if these restaurants made him feel out of place or not but it definitely didn't make him feel any better about not getting B anything for the holiday. Spooky didn't have to be the world's greatest detective to pick up something was wrong.

"We can go somewhere else." He offered, sipping at the water the waiter had brought him. Hal shook his head.

"Its not that." He said and sighed when Bruce raised an eyebrow, clearly wanting him to continue. "I got you flowers."

"Yes and they were lovely."

"No. I only got you flowers." Hal said in frustration. Whether he was frustrated with himself or Bruce's knack for being intentionally obtuse. "Not even from a real flower shop. I got them from the store because I didn't know what the hell else to get you. Because what do you get a billionaire? You could just buy anything you wanted-"

"Hal-"

"And its not like I could have taken you out somewhere instead anyway. Can you imagine the headlines in the gossip rags if you were caught slumming it with me somewhere-"

" Hal ," Bruce said a little firmer this time, stopping Hal from putting his foot in his mouth any further. "I didn't realize how much my financial status bothered you." And that tone was much too close to Batman for Hal's liking.

"It doesn't." Hal said firmly, trying his best to be reassuring. "I just...I didn't get you anything." And Bruce stared at him, calculating, forming his next plan of action. That look made Hal squirm in away that should of been uncomfortable. Especially since he just knew that was the look he had while wearing the cowl. Finally he spoke.

"You did. You got me flowers and you came here with me. I only asked for one of those things." And weirdly enough, that made Hal relax. The weight of expectation lifted from his shoulders. "Besides," Bruce continued, smirking over his glass. Hal raised an eyebrow and the smirk widened knowing he had the pilot's attention. "You can make it up to me on the way home."

Hal choked on his wine.

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therealrosebuddies · 4 years

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I’m over it... I swear

Pairing: Wally West x Batsis!Reader (who can resist a good batsis??)

Warnings: None!

Description: Drabble from a story I might post, I’m dipping my toes back into some DC stuff. Reader is obviously a batsis, but wasn’t a superhero till a few years ago. She was just recently inducted into the Justice League- where she runs into a old childhood friend- and crush. Another thing? He doesn’t recognize her with the mask on. If I wrote a series, hijinks would ensue ( batfam stuff, an actual plot, wally x reader things). It’s been a while since I’ve actually been excited to write, so writing a series would be fun. Anyways, enjoy!

You didn't have a crush on Wally West. You didn’t.

Well- you didn’t anymore- childhood crushes don’t count.

Even so, it was hard to stop your heart from skipping over itself as the speedster sped over to you, curious to meet the newest addition to the league. You stiffened, waiting for the inevitable realization to dawn on the hero.

“Hi, The Flash, fastest man alive?” The hero offered, striking out his hand with a pose that would have made you giggle if you had been a few years younger.

But you were an adult. You were a mature, seasoned 19-year-old. And you were used to Wally theatrics, even if he didn’t know it.

You waited for a moment, watching as his green eyes flashed across your face, hand hovering in the space between you.

Wait.

WAIT.

You blinked for a moment, almost as if you were waiting for Wally to laugh and then nudge you in the ribs. He had to be joking. But he wasn’t. There was no recognition in his eyes, no familar twinkling. Instead, you were face to face with the full force of his flirting.

He didn’t recognize you.

For a second, you felt angry. You had known the guy for what... nine years? And he can’t recognize you through a mask and costume? It made you feel little, almost as if you had been invisable before.

But then you realized something. If he didn’t know who you were, you could mess with him. After all, you knew all of his tricks.

You smirked, lips curling mischievously. The former Kid Flash’s eyes widened, unprepared for a positive response to his flirty introduction. You shook his hand, cocking your head at him.

“Seraph. Interdimensional diva- and is that how you usually get girls? By being fast?” You asked, delighting in the way Wally’s cheeks colored red under his mask.

Sure, your heart was beating fast too, but you were sure that was a side effect of the atmosphere. Nothing else. That- and you loved seeing the seemingly cocky hero knocked off his feet for a chance.

You watched with satisfaction as Flash let out a weak, abrupt chuckle and released your hand, suddenly growing bashful. If this had been five years ago, you would have been giggling, elated that you had managed to elicit such a response from Wally West. But that was before you had become a hero, before you had given up your infatuation. Now you just felt drunk with power, a giddy high that you would be riding on for the rest of the day.

Your brother on the other hand, was just wondering if anyone would recognize you. At this point, a majority of hero’s that had worked with each other knew each other’s identities. It just came as a side effect from working together as long as they had and made logistics easier in the long run. But you had only been a hero for four years. An eventful four years where you had risen into the major leagues, but still only four years.

Almost no one knew your secret identity.

His best friend didn’t know he had tried flirting with his sister.

Dick glanced at you before speaking, gauging your reaction.

Smug.

He glanced at Wally.

Flustered.

Nightwing, clearing his throat, clapping his hands together.

“Well, we really should be moving on now- Seraph has a lot that she hasn’t seen yet.” Dick explained, beginning to lead you by the shoulder, “New initiatories you know? Still tons to go through. We’ll catch up later.”

You could still feel Flash’s eyes on you as the door slid shut, separating you and your brother from the redhead. The two of you stood in the hall, Dick’s hands tight on your shoulders as he let out a sigh. You turned your head slowly, a toothy grin spreading across your face.

“Did you see that?”

“(F/n)-”

“He had no idea who I was! Absolutely none.”

Dick jerked his head to look at you, disbelief plain in his expression.

“Look, just give him a few days, he’ll figure it out.”

“No way! Do you know how good that felt?” You exclaimed, slipping free of your brother’s grip and beginning to walk backward down the hall. “He flirted with me. Me! You get the irony don’t you?”

Nightwing let out another sigh, well aware of your childhood pining. Of course he got it. But he also knew that you were taking this the wrong way- that somehow Wally had never considered you cute or likable. He knew that hadn’t been the case. Yes- Wally had been dense, but that had been his only sin. At that age, Wally had been attracted to almost anybody. He just hadn’t been good at figuring out when someone was attracted to him.

Still wasn’t.

Dick also knew that the longer the two of you kept Wally in the dark, the more he would never hear the end of it. From either of you.

“I’m going to tell him if he doesn’t.”

You frowned, arms quickly folding as your eyes grew dark.

“You don’t see me telling everyone your secret identity.”

“That’s because my teammates already know mine.”

You turned away, glaring out through the window. Dick was right- and you knew that. It would be the more rational thing to do. You knew Wally well enough that you knew your identity was safe with him. It would make things less complicated and easier to explain.

But you couldn’t do it.

That rush of elation when you realized Flash was attracted to Seraph- it had felt amazing. Which you would only admit to yourself and only on the grounds that it was a form of retribution for the hours you had spent thinking about him. If you revealed your identity- then that victory would go away. He would go back to looking at you like Dick’s little sister, a childhood friend. For some reason your heart shuddered to think about it, hands growing clammy.

Besides, the more people who knew your identity, the more likely chance a villain could get a hold of them to find out. And that would be bad- especially for your family. The Wayne’s couldn’t be compromised.

You shook your head, letting out a decisive breath.

“No Dick. He doesn’t need to know. It’s better if (F/n) and Seraph are two different people.” You ruled, arms crossed and chin high as you stared at your brother.

You braced for an argument, one that you were sure would keep up for the next couple weeks. Instead, Nightwing groaned, reaching over to you and slinging his arm over your shoulder. You grunted and squirmed as Dick pressed you into his side, squeezing just a little too hard to spite you.

“Fine. It’s your choice. It’s a bad one, but it’s yours.”

You wiggled your head, freeing your hair as you glared up at him.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about. I make great decisions.” You huffed, supporting Nightwing’s weight as the two of you made your way down the hall.

Dick shook his head, ruffling your hair.

“Of course you do. Just know I’m not going to cover for you when this blows up in your face.”

“As if that’ll ever happen. I’m good at keeping secrets.”

Unfortunately for you, your ‘great decision making’ was about to be the catalyst for the messiest get together in league history.

Something that neither you- nor Wally West ever saw coming.

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Batboys: Valentines Day Headcanons

A/N: I couldn’t think of any for Duke or the Batgirls and I don’t know their characters that well so my apologies that I couldn’t give them an individual one.

Happy Valentines Day, I hope you have a wonderful day doing what you do.

All my love, Jessica ♥️

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Bruce Wayne:

• Cancels all meetings for the day so he can spend it with you, however Batman is still on call and he does genuinely apologise for this. You don’t mind, you’d expect some mad love scheme from Gothams villains at some point tonight.

• Has probably bought you a few gifts, the classic flowers and chocolates are a must and you can bet they’re top quality.

• Alfred makes breakfast for the two of you as you chatter and enjoy the family’s company in the kitchen.

• Of the assortment of gifts you offhandly mentioned you wanted throughout the year, there is a truly meaningful one that he would give you in private. Whether it be jewellery, a gadget or book which reminded you of a time you spent together. You cry. It’s too sentimental.

• Has plans to take you out for a fancy meal later that evening, we’re talking 5* restaurant and you give him his gift there which of course he loves.

• You take a peaceful walk through the city afterward, which is cut short by the revelation of Joker kidnapping couples. You give each other a knowing look and in minutes the Batmobile is pulled up in the closest alley.

• Bruce - Batman is apologising but you smile and wave him off, but before he leaves you quickly give him a new gadget you got Barbara to work on.

“I have two Valentines I suppose, so my gift to Batman is this.”

“You’re truly amazing (Y/n), I love you.”

“Go save the city love.”

Dick Grayson:

• Not subtle about the fact Valentines Day is around the corner, you know he’s planning something and are on edge.

• Jokes on him though because the competition is ON this year. You woke him with breakfast in bed and he was salty about how his patrol the night before had prevented him from waking up before you. Still assured you that you didn’t have to do this.

• The romantic gestures get more extravagant throughout the day from each of you, in reality you both do this for fun as you show how much you love each other through everyday gestures. But this was go big or go home.

• You arrived from your shopping trip to a trail of rose petals leading to the lounge where too many flower bouquets were waiting - each equipped with a cheesy pick up line. You’d probably give some flowers to the elder residents of the building in the end.

• Dick stood proudly in the middle of them, also nervous as to whether you’d like them. You smiled, pulling him into a loving embrace when he whispered “I’m winning.”

• That evening you took him out see Haly’s circus and he was a mess, it was cute to see him catch up with old family members as well as watch the show. You wanted to give them some privacy but Dick pulled you along introducing you as the love of his life, adamant that you meet Haly. The older man approved, covertly telling dick he’d be an imbecile to let you go.

• In return Dick treated you to a meal at any restaurant of your choice and was glowing for the rest of the evening. Honestly he’s so pleased that your his it’s ridiculous, expect showers of adoration and you just can’t shut him up.

• When you get home and are well relaxed, he presents you with a velvet box.

“This is - no it was too much. I can’t accept this you beautiful dork.”

“I saw the way you looked at it all those months ago so I saved and got you something special, with everything you put up with, you deserve this and much more (Y/n).”

It’s a price of jewellery that you fell in love with whilst shopping for Wallys birthday present and of course your boyfriend remembered.

• You’re cuddling on the couch at this point, pure bliss for the both of you as it’s not often Dick takes a full night off but for you, he would.

“I really tried to get you the best gift in the world this year so I could win our game but I just couldn’t part with it.”

“What do you mean?” He’s confused are your unexpected confession but intrigued.

“How am I supposed to gift you to yourself? Besides I wouldn’t give the best thing in the world up, how could I ever lose you Dick Grayson?” Your words have him blushing, he’s flustered and so full of sheer joy that he just pulls you into his arms with a soft kiss to your lips.

“I - that was - god you win. I don’t deserve you.”

Jason Todd:

• On this day, it is common knowledge to everyone who knows you both that you can ask him anything and he’ll do it. Only If it’s reasonable and for you. Breakfast in bed? Hell yeah. You want a romantic bath? It’s done.

• Will get you a lovely meaningful gift that reminds him of you and you love it so much, and thank him profusely.

“It’s nothing, don’t worry about it.” Jason obviously brushes it off with a brilliant blush adorning his skin.

• Never admits to the fact he loves baths with you, but on Valentine’s Day you got out the rose petals, bubble bath and candles. Didn’t take much convincing to get him in there with you and you presented a new book you’d gotten him. Jason melted. If you want him to read aloud in the bath whilst you relax, he will. It’s so peaceful for him.

• Jason isn’t into fancy wine and dining and would rather a casual setting, so brings up going to Big Belly Burger for dinner. As a joke. No he seriously would.

“Oh yeah, sounds great. I’ll get ready.” And you do, willingly.

“Wait but - um, don’t you want? I dunno, a nice restaurant?”

“As long as I get to spend time with you I don’t mind, I would eat on the roof for all I care. Actually no, it’s quite cold - but in summer I would.”

• It’s all registering in Jason’s mind how amazing you are, and he’s just gazing at you with pure adoration before skidding over and clasping you’re wrist as you went for his keys.

“Ah - no, we’re not doing that. I’m making you dinner, no objections. It’ll be incredible I promise.”

“I’ll help then.”

• And boy can he cook, the food is gorgeous and he put so much effort into it too. He appreciates your help as his sous chef, the many kisses in between demonstrated that.

• Essentially from then it stems to a normal evening for the two of you, a comfortable night of playful teasing either reading or watching a show. Jason believes these are the best kind, Valentines isn’t for special treatment when he aims to make you feel loved everyday - even if he’s not the best at it sometimes.

Tim Drake:

• Less invested than his eldest brother who is a hopeless romantic but is still determined to ensure you feel special. You’ve said you didn’t want anything but he refuses to let this be a completely normal day unless you really want it to be.

• Starts by making you breakfast in bed and it’s actually to die for, you share the blissful morning in one another’s comfortable company and it really invigorates you for the upcoming day. He had a gift for that.

• “How about we skip the cliche stuff and do something for us?”

“What did you have in mind my lovely nerd.”

• You played some video games before venturing to Titans tower where you spent the day with your friends - you cared about them too. Honestly it became a low-key house party with everyone conversation going and messing around.

• Afterwards you head back to Gotham and hit a nearby food stand and your boyfriend insists on zipping you through the skyline to perfect place to eat which is exactly what you do.

• Takes you up to the ‘best rooftop’ in Gotham, you didn’t believe one existed until you see the view. Tim offers his scarf as you sit on the ledge watching the sun set behind the city, the sky a breathtaking ombré.

“Y’know, this is very clićhe Tim.” You laughed, nudging your boyfriend who offered you a playful grin in response.

“Well you’re still here so I must be doing something right.”

“You are the something right.”

“I was going to say the same about you, thank you for everything (Y/n). I truly love you, y’know that?”

• After arriving home, you spend the evening cuddled up in bed with Netflix playing and an array of snacks out. You doubt you’ll get through a season by the time you fall asleep but you’re both willing to try.

• You couldn’t determine who went to dreamland first, but you awoke in each other’s arms after a gunshot echoed on screen. At this point you agreed to turn it off and once more curl into one another with occasional random whispers of conversation before falling asleep for the night.

Damian Wayne:

• Does not care for the holiday and has told you this before, whether you do or not he feels he should at least make some form of effort. Just to lowkey display his love for you.

• Brought you multiple bouquets of flowers, also invested in chocolates and you can tell he’s really trying.

• Titus happily brings you a rose, which had you swooning the dog regardless of how smug your boyfriend was. Definitely up for a romantic walk through the park with Titus and buys coffee/lunch whilst you’re there.

• The day is completely at your disposal, but after the walk and shopping trip he took you on (despite your unwillingness to tell him what you liked knowing he’d get it for you), you relaxed in one another’s company in the Manor.

• Damian put on your favourite movie and in return you set his film up next so you both had something of interest. Thus began the playful bickering and fights over blankets which you ultimately end up sharing anyway.

• Alfred brings in cookies, you had to do a double take because they are heart shaped and you give the Butler a curious look.

“At Master Damian’s request, apparently more ‘romantic’.” You can hear the disinterested sarcasm in Alfreds voice, his witty remarks are treasured.

“Alfred!” It’s a hiss from your boyfriend and you can’t help but laugh, thanking both of them.

• You’re both sitting comfortably wrapped up in each other, simply enjoying the movie playing in the background amongst idle conversation.

“I appreciate you’re trying, but this clearly isn’t your thing.” You smiled knowingly, Damian both offended and impressed that you could read him so eloquently.

“I -“

“Hear me out, how about next year we go away for a weekend? Maybe Africa or somewhere with a wildlife sanctuary y’know.”

• Immediately his eyes lit up, he’d moved for his phone and began listing the most exotic locations and soon you were joining him. So much so that within 30 minutes he’d adamantly decided to pay for everything.

• Now has a renewed excitement for Valentines Day, literally is counting down the days for a national holiday he still has no care for but loves spending quality with you. It becomes a tradition to spend Valentines away.

Bonus: Older Batsis

Imagine being the older sister of the Batfam and having to spend Valentines on your own.

• You didn't hate Valentine's Day but this year you were single and had a lot on your mind lately whether it be stress, work or any other life dilemma.

• As a result you opted to stay at the Manor rather than your own apartment, besides both neighbours were madly in love with their current partners and you didn't want to be around that right now. The family knew of these developments and since it was Valentines...

• A bouquet of flowers adorned the table that morning with Alfred cheerfully cooking your favourite breakfast, the smell alone was enough to die for.

"You didn't have to Alfred."

"Ah Miss (Y/n), you should take your own advice.”

• Damian simply tuts at the doorframe before entering the area and sitting beside you. The young man didn't believe in the holiday one bit and at this point you agreed with him.

• Okay so maybe you brought Cass, Barbara and Stephanie a bouquet of flowers each. Then proceeded to purchase the favourite snacks of Dick, Jason, Tim, Duke and Damian. Dick being in an annoying mood decided to question your behaviour.

“You brought us gifts? We’re not your valentine so, why exactly?”

“Because, I believe Valentines is about celebrating the people you care for, not just for couples to express their affection. And I do care about you all a lot, so this is me showing that.”

• Regardless, you enjoyed a chilled day in the Manor. After a luxurious bath, you enjoyed your own company really. Something you hadn’t managed in a while.

• Your family wanted to cheer you up though, thus ensued a strange day. Cassandra brought you a katana wrapped carefully ribbon warapped which left you speechless, Dick and Barbara got you that jacket you were telling her about last month and Tim had set up a slew of your favourite movies to relax to along with snacks.

• You cried. It meant so much despite them having their own plans, they took at least 10 minutes to see you.

• Steph made you waffles for lunch, which you enjoyed together after concocting masterpieces from the array of toppings on offer in the kitchen.

• Duke and Jason were next, each rocking up with bunches of flowers.

“We couldn’t remember your favourites, I thought they were (fave flower), but Duke disagreed.”

“Duh, they’re (second fave flower), anyway (Y/n) happy valentines. You don’t need no man - or woman. Either.” Duke grinned, Jason following on with his usual degrading humour.

“Exactly, you got us. Not that it helps haha.”

• You had dinner in the Batcave, it was only take out considering you were managing comms whilst the others were on mission that night. Oracle 2.0 if you will.

• It was then that Damian joined you, a box in hand that he slid in front of you and upon opening it, revealed a pearl white kitten/puppy adorned with an oversized red bow.

“His name is Valentine, or Val, or Vee - he’s for you, so you won’t be feel alone once you get home. I guarantee animals build more loyal relationships than humans.”

“Dami, I thought you hated Valentines Day. You didn’t have to get me anything.”

• The youngest gives you a frustrated look, embarrassed that he was caught being so kind in the first place.

“If it helps I wanted to adopt him but father wouldn’t let me, so I had to find him the next best person. Which out of all these Neanderthals, is of course, you.”

“I see, and what spurred you to even look into such a thing in there first place?” Damn you’d caught him out, the only reason he went was to find a companion for you.

"As you said (L/n), it's about celebrating people you care about and my gift will last the longest therefore you know I love you the most."

"And I love you too little bro, thank you Damian."

• Best Valentine’s Day ever.

#dc #dc headcanon #batfam headcanon #batfam #bruce wayne headcanons #dick grayson headcanons #jason todd headcanons #older batsis headcanon #tim drake headcanons #damian wayne headcanons

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Rocking Around the Christmas Tree

SUMMARY: Gabriel Meets Wally West at the Christmas Tree lighting and they spend a wonderful time together. With Snowball fights and Hot chocolate TRIGGERS: None WRITTEN WITH: @fasterthanl1ght

Gabriel: loved all these lights and happy kids faces he passed while walking through Rockefeller It was amazing to see how the humans celebrating the holiday season. He found a nice spot in front of the tree on a park bench smiling softly hearing the sounds of happy kids and movement of people. He felt eyes on him as he gave them a soft smile "Hello, Enjoying the Holiday fun?"

Wally: Wally was having a blast. Christmas in Rockefeller. It didn't get much more iconic than that. He passed by a family making a snowman, some kids having a snowball fight, a couple taking a romantic walk. As he approached a park bench he got a look at the guy sitting on it and was slightly floored. Damn. He'd met some good looking folks in his time, like the Titans or the Justice League, but this guy was like on another level. It took him a second to realize he was staring and he turned away a bit just to avoid making it super obvious. "Hm me? Yeah man I love this time of year. It's my favorite!" Wow did he always sound like such a nerd? He coughed a bit feeling the need to clear his throat suddenly before turning the question on the other man. "What about you? Are you stoked for Christmas? Or you know, whatever you celebrate?"

Gabriel: Gabe chuckled softly feeling eyes on him as he sat near the hub of all the activity, he'd briefly saw Sam and Charlie dancing feeling extreme happiness to see them enjoying themselves when he turned his attention to the boy with bright red hair something he'd yet to see in this new world. "Same, I love the idea of bring families closer and sending everyone good will." He mused looking at the other chuckling softly "I'm very stoked for it, this will be the first year in awhile I've got all my siblings close enough to spend time with them. We celebrate Christmas, well I suppose some of us do either way I'm super excited."

Wally: Family. It was a little hard to think of that with Barry gone and his parents...well he just didn't really want to think of them. Hell he hadn't even decided if he was going to visit Iris yet. He smiled lightly and decided to join the guy on the bench to look at the tree. "I was an only child but I can imagine it must be pretty great having your siblings around for Christmas. In any case Christmas is the best for sure."

Gabriel: Looked at the other wondering if he had someone to spend the holidays with, he'd learned that many people were sometimes without family which made his heart hurt for those. "Really how interesting, I'm sure my youngest brother wishes he was an only child. But I rather like it, we sort of had a family falling out years ago this the first time we are all in the same city together. I'm sort of working up my courage to see how he is doing at the Lux club."

Wally: "Ah. Sibling rivalry. I've heard tales of it." The Titans were probably the closest thing to siblings he had and they had their tiffs for sure. Dick probably had the best examples of sibling rivalry of anyone he'd ever met. But that didn't mean the Bat Fam didn't have each other's backs when it counted. Mostly. He pat the other on the back in encouragement and grinned. "Hey man don't sweat it. I'm sure your brother will come around. If ever there was a time to patch things up and start again, this is it. That's what Christmas and New Years is all about right? Peace on Earth and goodwill and stuff."

Gabriel: He smiled nodding his head "it can be quite crazy but lucky I'm pretty close to the youngest group so I i admit its hard playing both sides." He mused looking at the other he was hoping to move forward with his fallen brothers, especially Lucifer, he really missed his younger sibling and hopped maybe with everything happening they could get on better terms. "Thank you that's very kind of you to say, currently he is going through a rough patch and I want to be there for him but I don't want to come off overbearing. Its hard being the elder brother at times especially when once upon a time we were so close. I miss that closeness we used to share."

Wally: "That is a fine line to walk. Wanting to be closer but afraid to push them away at the same time." He'd done the same thing with his friends. It had taken him so long to decide to come back to them but he did and they welcomed him without question. He knew not everyone was so lucky but he had hope. "I think you'll be close again. You're his brother. That has to count for something." Wally was sometimes too optimistic for his own good but during Christmas he felt it was justified. His specialty was bringing some cheer to where it was needed most and as he watched the kids playing, some he even recognized from F.E.A.S.T. an idea came to him and he grinned. "You wanna join a snowball fight?" It was totally random but this guy sounded like he could use some good old fashioned winter fun right about now.

Gabriel: "You are right very fine line so far the last time we saw one another it was nice, we didn't beat each other up like before." He mused smiling softly he missed Lucifer and fighting with him in the Veil only made that feeling so much stronger if he was honest with himself. "I love your optimistic not maybe people have that gift , I think you are right clear all the negative from my head and we should get close again. I never stopped caring about him I'll just have to show him." Gabe's smile returned almost tenfold when the other mention a snowball fight. "I'd love one! its actually be my first in a long time promise to take it easy on me? OH I'm Gabriel by the way, Gabe for short." He replied hopping off the bench holding out his hand.

Wally: Alright that just wasn't fair. No one should be allowed to look that good. The dude, Gabe's smile was practically blinding. Holy hell. Wally did his best to shake it off and laughed as he held out his hand to shake the others. "Wally West. Optimism is kind of my thing. There's always a bright side somewhere if you're willing to look." He grinned happily and started towards the kids calling to them. "Hey guys, this is my new friend Gabe! Mind if we join you?" They kids all looked at each other before agreeing excitedly and separated themselves into teams. Having a grown up on their side gave them a great advantage after all. Wally turned back to Gabe nearly buzzing with his own excitement. "Alright if this is your first snowball fight I'll try and go easy on you. The kids might not though so just, heads up. Basically there's two teams right. And you just run around pelting each other with snowballs until the other teams give up! Easy!" Ok so maybe those rules were oversimplified but that's how he used to play with the Titans. Only they used super powers. Which reminded him of one other thing Gabe should know. "Just remember when you're making a snowball don't pack it too tight. And make sure there's no rocks or ice in it. We don't want anyone getting hurt you know. This is strictly for fun. No tears allowed. Unless of course you feel the need to cry when my team wins. I promise I won't judge." Cute or not Gabe was so going down and Wally couldn't wait.

Gabriel: He was quite happy for the distraction in the form of Wally the male seemed to be just as fun as he was plus it gave him an excuse to not wonder into the Lux too early and set Lucifer off. He walked a rather thin line when it came to his youngest brother but he was still happy to be close to him once again. "Sounds like great advice to live by when one thinks about it" he mused letting the other talk giving the kids a slight wave of his hand. He looked at his teammates smiling before being pulled back to Wally. "That sounds amazing, I hope you wont cry if I get you a couple times then?" he teased nodding his head he'd seen the other making the snowballs enough to get the hang of it plus it will be fun either way I'm sure" he mused before nodding is head chuckling at the other "I promise no tears or pain, but try not to cry if If my team takes the win after all I could be some snow chap" he mused moving over to his team to help make some snowballs for the starting fight.

Wally: Wally was glad he could provide a distraction if nothing else. Christmas time was no time to be down when you could be getting that holiday cheer. He grinned a cheeky grin at the other's words, before switching his tone to one of mock sympathy. "Listen Gabe you're a cool guy and all, but you're not going to hit me. Not even once. But don't feel too bad though. I was the dodge ball king back in high school." Or he would have been if he'd been allowed to use his powers. He totally let those jerks pelt him back then.The kids had built up two snow barricades to act as bases for their teams and Wally went to the one closest to him to plot with the kids on his side. Once their strategy was set he picked up a snowball and made a show of stretching out in front of the enemy team and Gabe. "All right kiddos let me show you how a pro gets things done." With that he sent a snowball flying straight at Gabe. At normal speed of course. He didn't want to crush the poor guy on his first strike. Not in his first snowball fight ever. With the first ball in the air the game was on and with a yell it began. "ATTACK!" The kids behind him all screamed and let their own snowballs fly. Wally was smiling like a loon as he peppered the other team as best he could with going over board.

Gabriel: Gabe had to admit he was beyond glad that he could spend time with Wally he seemed like quite a fun person plus his bright red hair had captured Gabriel's attention almost immediately. He decided it was best to not go over using his strength and powers less the other feel he gave them an unfair advantage. "I bet I can hit you just once during this little snowball fight, Loser buys the Hot chocolate what do you say? We both come out a winner." He mused holding out his hand winking at Wally. He smiled watching the kids excitedly get ready for the fight, it was times like this he loved humanity, things were so simply to kids compare to adults. "Okay now we are going to not only win but have an amazing time okay?" He told the kids smiling at their cheers before he ducked to move away from the snowballs flying "Cheater!" he chuckled out loud throwing his snowballs "Let them have it."

Wally: "Alright hot stuff, you're on. I'll take that bet. That hot chocolate is going to taste so much sweeter when you buy it for me." Wally wasted no time and once the game started he was off like a rocket. No super speed yet but even his normal fast was crazy. He made snow balls in record time and his team now had an endless supply. When he joined the fray he targeted Gabe specifically. Mostly because he didn't want to go for the kids because that seemed kind of low but also because it was the best tactical option to take out the strongest asset first. He almost missed the snowball coming at him from the side but his speed kicked in just for a split second, lighting flashed across his eyes as he moved imperceptibly fast just enough to doge before time slowed again and he was going at the kids pace. Any normal human wouldn't have seen that be he was unaware of who the person was that he had actually challenged.

Gabriel: He couldn't help but chuckle at the other he could tell he was going to like Wally alot, they male had similar energy to him which made wanting to be friends with him quite easy. He wouldn't even mind paying for Hot chocolate if his team lost after all this fight was the most fun he'd had in ages. He didn't know Wally had powers of course had he been human maybe he wouldn't have noticed the sudden super speed. He couldn't help but smile using some of his strategy to up his aim a bit trying to get a snowball and hit the red haired male moving to dodge anything coming his way. "is that the best you've got Wally?"

Wally: The kids were dropping fast now as one by one they started to get tired or took one too many snow balls. Wally was laughing and running around making more snowballs and generally having a great time. He might as well have been a kid himself for all the fun he was having. There was a reason he got along so well with the kids from F.E.A.S.T. It was also why the Flash helped deliver presents on Christmas Eve. This was what the holidays were about and Wally loved it with his every fiber of his being. The challenge from Gabe only made him grin wider. "You wish. You haven't seen even half the things I can do." The battle was slowing down as the kids gradually began to sit on the side lines. Of course his energy reserves were doing just fine and he wasn't waning at all in his onslaught. He saw the snowball Gabe threw at him coming and caught it mid air with a smirk. He pulled his arm back and sent it flying right back at Gabe, certain that it was going to hit.

Gabriel: Gabe was enjoying himself itd been such a long time since he'd be this free and happy. Lately he'd been feeling a tad off but after spending time with the kids and Wally he felt rejuvenate in a way he couldn't explain. The holidays while not all of his siblings favorite time still was great because they once again were all together. He could tell the kids were getting tired with their snowball antics which was fine because his subject was Wally. He chuckled at the others reply looking back at this attempts he enjoyed the fun that came with fight. So when wally caught his snowball only to throw it back he let it hit him. " ahh I've been hit" he fell to the ground pretending to die " how cruel the world is did you see how vicious he was in his attack kids?" He chuckled making the kids laugh.

Wally: Wally laughed and did a victory lap as Gabe went down, moaning about his epic loss. "Woo! That's right! Team Wally for the win! Heck yeah!" The next moment he was gobsmacked as the kids proceeded to ignore him in favor of going to check up on Gabriel to make sure he was ok. His heart melted at the sight of them checking Gabe's forehead and trying to see if he was hurt. They were such good kids. He shook his head smiling lightly as he went over to help. He held out his hand to help the other up out of the snow. "Looks like victory is mine. These kids are shaming me pretty good in sportsmanship though so what do you say. Truce?"

Gabriel: Gabriel chuckled softly watching Wally do his victory lap before he had all the kids rush to him checking him over. This is why he loved kids so much, they were always so kind and loving before the world or people molded and changed them. “I’m okay I shall struggle with this loss” He teased the kids tickling a few before waving his hand “I will say though I have all these candy canes, and it's only fair to share them huh?” He mused handing each kid from both teams cane telling them how great they played as they ran off to their parents who were waiting. He smirked at the hand Wally held out to him taking it without any issue hiding a little bit of snow in his other patting through the others bright red hair. “Oops” he smirks laughing nodding his head “quite so, they are brilliant at sportsmanship and I do accept that Truce. How about that Hot Chocolate I promised?”

Wally: The scene was heart warming really. The kids obviously loved the candy canes and he loved seeing them so happy and carefree. However his own happiness was tinged with a little bitterness as he watched some return to their parents, and some to their chaperones from FEAST. It wasn't fair that those so young had to go through something as terrible as growing up without a home or family. But that was why he did what he did. If no one else would love them then he would. Just like Barry did for him. He was smiling as he helped Gabe up until something cold ran through his hair and down his back. "ha-ah! AH! COLD!" He jerked back and shook his hair out as best as he could but the damage was done and his usually bright red fluffy locks were now damp and limp as they hung down into his eyes. "Well that was cheap! So much for sportsmanship!" He shivered and made a show of shaking off the cold. It might have been a little exaggerated but that smirk of Gabe's left him even more flustered than the snow and he had to play that off. "You do realize this means I have to get you back at some point?" Despite his words he was still grinning like mad at the other. "But later. Right now I'm going to need something to warm up after all this cold."

Gabriel: He had greatly loved hanging out with the children and spending time playing a game he'd only seen from Heaven. He had fun, enjoying the laughter of child who seemed to wish him and Wally all good will before they left. Gabe chuckled at how well he'd managed a sneak attack on Wally if anything Michael would be proud of how well he'd played things. "sorry Wally but you know its only fair I was cold now we both can be." He chuckled happily looking at the other before smiling " I suppose so but either way I planned to warm you up with some nice Hot Chocolate so maybe you'll find it in your heart to forgive me" He gave a rather cute pout before nodding his head pulling the other towards the Hot Chocolate tent "They have a couple kinds, Mellow Hot Chocolate, Mint Hot Chocolate or Regular what do you feel like?"

Wally: Ok. Saying something like 'i was planning to warm you up' should not have sounded sexy at all. And yet here he was, having those kinds of thoughts when clearer that was no the intention. Then Gabe hit him with a pout that should not have been as cute as it was and Wally was even more confused. He was freakin hopeless. He was also really good at being in denial so he just laughed and shook his head. "Your bribe is tempting, therefore I will forgive you. This time." He was grinning ear to ear as he followed the other into the tent, sighing as the warmth and scent of chocolate filled the air. "Mmm you know I think I'll go for the mint. I like switching things up."

Gabriel: Had to admit it was nice having Friends even if their was something quite new between them it felt nice to have someone to hang out with that wasn't his family. He chuckled softly "Yes I told you I can be quite convincing, plus I've just thought to share the snow with you since you shared with me" He teased the other before nodding his head "perfect I'll get a mellow one" He mused ordering their hot chocolate and paying for their stepping to the side to wait for it. "smells good doesn't it?"

Wally: Wally had severely underestimated just how convincing his new friend could be. hell it's not like the guy was actually doing anything particularly convincing in the first place. Wally was just weak. That was it. He rolled his eyes still smiling. "How generous of you. We should get you a medal to commemorate your generosity." He stood beside Gabe as they waited for their drinks, the other people happily chatting and milling about around them. He took a deep breath and slowly released it, taking in the smell of chocolate hanging in the air. "Mm it does. Thank you. I know we tease and all but I do actually appreciate it. The drink and the snowball fight. People underestimate what a little fun can do you know." Wally may not have admitted it to himself or anyone else but he also had a lot on his mind this season and a snowball fight with a perfect stranger turned friend had been just the distraction he needed.

Gabriel: Gabe smiled at the other he was quite glad to have run into someone new while hanging out by the tree, he'd known plenty of his siblings were off doing whatever made them happier so it was nice to have something of his own. "I wouldn't mind one, I bet I'd look very dashing with some medals" He chuckled softly looking around everything smelled heavenly and he could still hear the sounds of happiness filling the air. "You are very welcome Wally, I appreciate you hanging out with me after the game, its been quite along time since I've had this much fun" He replied honestly smiling when their drinks were done passing Wally's his. "So what other things do you like to do for fun? I'm curious"

Wally: Dashing was definitely one way to put it but Gabe didn't need a medal to look good. He did that just fine with his stunning smile and those blue eyes and that curly hair and, oh wow. Wally really needed to stop. He was getting way too ahead of himself here. He chuckled and nodded. "Yes dashing. I'm sure you would. And you're welcome too. Though It's not like I was going out of my way or anything. I just like having fun. Especially this time of year." He was more than happy to spread the love and cheer with someone who needed it. The last question had him pondering for a second. "Well, I play video games and watch movies, jam out on my guitar or bass, go running, swimming, basketball, I volunteer a lot. That's actually how I knew those kids. Most of them were from F.E.A.S.T. I don't know if you've heard of it but it's a great place. They do a lot of good there and i'm happy to be a small part of that." Was he speed talking? He didn't think so but when he got to rambling it was harder for him to tell. Shockingly he wasn't used to talking about himself this much. Which meant it was time to switch subjects. "What about you? What sort of things do you do when you're not getting utterly destroyed in snow ball fights?"

Gabriel: Had to admit this wasn't his first time being called dashing, there were entire artworks detailed to his face taking on his beauty unlike his brothers who looked more like a hot mess then anything real. Yet hearing it from wally made him smile a bit more chuckling "it's still was quite the first meeting, it's been awhile since I've had fun like that, things have been rather strange since moving here to New York. Much like everyone else its been a rather up and down year." He replied honestly he hadn't felt this happy since before he arrived here and learned the truth of his father's cruelty towards his siblings. "That sounds amazing, i mean not many people volunteer much here I've noticed and I have heard of F.E.A.S.T I love their work and often working towards doing more for them. Sort of a pet project of mine, i have quite the soft spot for children." He mused enjoying all the new information he'd gotten from Wally he was quite a wonderful person. "Well not at completely exciting as everything you do, I enjoy reading all types of books really you'll often find me with a book in my hand compared to gaming controller but I still can hold my own thanks to my elder brother. I also love cooking and baking so i like finding and trying new food to create, spending time with my family is always a plus in my book. It never fails to make me smile finding activities that will make my siblings smile and laugh. " He mused honestly smiling softly as their drinks were given to them taking a sip. "Mhmm its soo good isn't it?"

Wally: "Tell me about it. New York ain't like Kansas that's for sure. It's a whole other animal." New York City was probably three times the size of Keystone City and eve for a guy who could see it all in seconds, it was a lot. He listened, nodding along and smiling as Gabe explained his own interests. They had a lot in common but some differences as well. Wally for example, couldn't cook to save his life. It took WAY too long for a speedster. "A love of books we have in common and also a love of food. Though I am probably the worst cook you can imagine. Big ups to you for learning how to cook. I usually make due with fast food and hot pockets." He sipped his hot chocolate admiring the way he talked about his family. No wonder the guy was excited to see them this year. By the sound of it they seemed very important to him. He was about to answer Gabe's comment about the drink when he tipped it back and got nothing. "Huh. It was. Must have been better than I thought since I downed that in no time."

Gabriel: "I take it you are from Kansas then? I've never been there I hear its a lot of farm land is that true?" Gabe questioned wondering about other places outside of New York. He was beyond happy to be making friends with the other boy it wasn't as if he had plenty and enjoyed having people around after coming from so many siblings "Yeah? food is amazing and sometimes a good book is enough to keep me entertained all night, I've never had a hot pocket before does it taste good?" he asked wondering if the other wanted to grab some food later with him given that he seemed to like food as much as he did. "I enjoy cooking it does take some time though If i ever cook for you I can just invite you over when it's done, then you reap the reward of my cooking" he mused smiling as he sipped his drink till the end before looking at the other. "That's cute Wally, I'm glad you like it, you know we don't have to end our company if you'd like, maybe we could look around together and grab some more treats?"

Wally: "Put it to you this way. If you like wheat, corn and cows...and nothing else, than Kansas is a great place for you." He wasn't joking either. Outside of the cities that was pretty much what Kansas had. "Oh and tornadoes. But you get used to it." They didn't mean anything to him but even for the rest of the Kansas populations it was a normal enough occurrence that it didn't faze them too much. Wally was a little taken aback by the offer to cook for him. Out of the blue. They'd barely met but Gabe seemed so, open. More so even than him and that was saying something. "Well, I mean sure I'd love to hang out some more. And I'd love to try your cooking and show you what a hot pocket tastes like, not that it's anything to write home about. But...I don't know I'm just not used to people liking me so quickly. Are you sure you really to want to do this? I'm asking now so you don't make a mistake you might regret later." Wally winked and laughed but there was an undertone of insecurity there that he couldn't mask if he tried. It was just a habit of his to make light of things that worried him or things that he was unsure of.

Gabriel: "I have to admit I've never seen a Cow up close are they cool animals? though I have to wonder what place you like more New York or Kansas" Gabe asked curiously things about Wally keep getting more and more interesting as he chatted with the other. "Tornadoes quite the thing they are destruction and beauty if you believe the whole eye of the storm thing" He mused He smiled softly at the other "I love cooking for people....that offer was odd huh? sorry I'm quite new at this whole making friends thing. I'd like to try a hot pocket especially if you give me tips. I like you Wally you are fun to hang out with...I'm sorry if I'm too strange" He mused running a hand through his hair, humans were so hard to understand but then again he did like Wally. "I want to hang out more with you and get to know you, if you'd be willing to get to know me?"

Wally: "Oh Kansas for sure. Don't get me wrong, New York is great and all. But in the famous words of Dorothy Gale, there's just no place like home." Keystone would always be his city and even if he was currently stationed in New York City he still cleaned up the Keystones streets any chance he got. Central too if Barry was busy. "I've seen tornadoes and cows up close and personal so I can say for sure that cows are cute and that tornadoes are awesome. The destruction isn't, but nature is incredible in it's own right." As Gabriel began to apologize Wally was quick to ease his worries. "No no you're not odd at all. I'm the one who's odd. Frankly I was just surprised you hadn't gotten tired of me yet. I'm not exactly everyone's cup of tea you know." He chuckled a little at the quip and smiled. "Of course I'd be happy to hang out with you. And if you really REALLY want to, I'll even get you a hot pocket. Though as a cook you might want to brace yourself. They're not exactly five star quality haha." This whole meeting felt incredibly serendipitous. Almost like it was too good to be true. That didn't bother Wally at all. He'd always been of the mind set that you roll with the good times and the bad. He was going to enjoy this new friendship as long as it lasted.

Gabriel: “Sounds like a nice place, maybe one day I can go visit down there, at least see where you came from and how cool it sounds.” Gabe replied smiling softly it was nice to see other places and he thinks he might have seen Kansas once upon a time but he hardly remembered anymore. “Cows and cute and tornadoes are awesome just so long as the destruction is kept to a minimum, Got it” He mused chuckling. Gabriel wasn’t sure if he mis-stepped but he was grateful when Wally told him he hadn't and he didn’t want to ruin his friendship. “Oh good I’m so glad to hear that you don’t find me odd. I don’t think I could, you are very fun Wally, I mean what about you makes people tired?” he questioned curiously what about Wally made people upset he couldn’t understand at all. “I don’t mind, My other siblings are huge snack lovers, they might have even fed them to me and I don’t remember every new thing they like to show me in terms of food there is a lot. But I can get some good ideas from them about food related fun” He mused happily chuckling softly before wrapping his arm around Wally’s shoulder. “This is going to be the start of a great friendship just you wait Wally.”

Wally: Gabe definitely made Kansas sound a lot cooler than it actually was. Obviously Wally liked it because that was where he grew up and that's where his home city was but most people didn't really care for it. Especially people who were used to huge metropolitan areas. But Gabe seemed really interested so, why not? "Maybe I'll take you sometime. Show you the sights." Even if there weren't too many sights to see. This whole whirlwind of a friendship was fast even for Wally but he didn't mind one bit. Gabe was kind and generous and easy on the eyes. Wally wasn't surprised they hit it off so well but he was surprised at how quick Gabe was to defend him when they had only just met. The insecure part of him knew it was probably only temporary and that one day Gabe would grow tired of him but the optimistic side didn't really care. If that was what happened then he'd cross that bridge when they got there. For now he was just happy to get to know the guy. He smiled hearing him talk more about his siblings so fondly. "You're family sounds like a great bunch. Complicated, but still great. I'm lucky to find people who can tolerate me." He felt a warmth that had nothing to do with the hot chocolate cover him as Gabriel put his arm around him. For a second he wanted nothing more than to just stay like that, warm and safe and happy. He didn't know how long this would last, whatever this was, but he intended to enjoy every moment of it. "I think so too Gabe." A great friendship indeed. Whatever came next Wally was going to embrace it for however long he could. /END

#discord chat #Rocking Around the Christmas Tree #Featuring Wally West

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THe Director's cut for into the spoilersverse please! and a star too!

ok i’m gonna copy-paste the fic and like. comment on sections. i guess.

so the idea for this fic came from me realizing i have a bunch of alternate stephs. someone had asked me about a black canary steph and i liked the idea but didn’t want to do a full fic with her, so i was kind of like “hey! what if the stephs met each other!” and here we are.

Lex Luthor made a multiverse machine, in order to mine Kryptonite from other dimensions. It was kinda a good idea, except the machine was faulty, and kept dragging other stuff from the multiverse into Lex’s earth as well.

The League was dispatched to deal with the alternate versions of themselves that were brought into their Earth. Before he left, Batman assigned everyone in Gotham to guard the city from the various monsters and Rogues who roamed the city.

Spoiler had just finished a fight with a female version of Oswald Cobblepot and was headed to Nightwing to help him deal with a pair of mischievous twins, when the air in front of her opened up and a dark shaped tumbled through. Spoiler grabbed her bo-staff and dropped into a crouch, wary.

i think the “mischievous twins” thing was supposed to be a reference to the batman beyond dee dee twins.

The shape sat up, and Spoiler absorbed the dark cape and pointy ears, the purple flashes on the suit, and the golden curls tumbling down her back.

Spoiler met her own eyes.

“Shit,” the other girl said, and she stood, brushing off her knees. Spoiler lowered her bo-staff and straightened, looking at herself curiously. “Did you pull me here?”

“No,” Spoiler said. “Lex Luthor made a machine….”

“Say no more,” the other girl said, and Spoiler noticed a yellow bat emblazoned on her chest. Her mouth fell open.

“Batgirl?” she gasped. She vaguely recognized the suit from the images of the other timeline that she’d seen, months ago.

“Yeah,” Batgirl said. “And you’re Spoiler. I haven’t been Spoiler in years, but you make it work. I like the half-mask, it’s nice.”

“Thanks,” Spoiler said, feeling a little ridiculous. “Sorry, I’ve never met an alternate version of myself before.”

“Me neither,” Batgirl admitted. “Although you always hear about it, don’t you.”

“Yeah,” Spoiler agreed. This was seriously surreal. Seeing herself–same height, a little longer hair, but standing so confidently? Spoiler blinked and told herself not to compare. They were different, after all. “So, Batgirl, huh? How’d…how’d you land that?”

“Cass gave it to me,” Batgirl said, shrugging. “When B died. But he’s back now, don’t worry.”

“Huh,” Spoiler said, and she remembered the mentions of Cass as Batgirl, too. “So where’s Babs, then?”

“You mean Babs is still Batgirl in your universe?” Batgirl asked, eyes wide. “This universe?” She gestured around them. Spoiler nodded.

when i made this fic, i didn’t INTEND to slam dunk rebirth/new 52, but that’s what happened. i figured when i started that i needed the two “canon” stephs, and then i made a list of the other stephs i wanted to include (some of which were nightwing!steph & robin!steph) but i had to whittle it down so there’d be the same amount of characters as spider-verse. not because this is a spider-verse au, but because i figured that the gag was already there in the title/concept, and it seemed like a good amount of characters–not too many, or too little. speaking of that, every character ROUGHLY corresponds to a spider-verse one: rebirth steph = miles, preboot steph = peter b. parker, cluekid = peni, dart = spider-ham, canary = gwen, and batman steph = spider noir.

“Yeah, nobody else has ever been Batgirl,” Spoiler said.

“That’s so fucking weird,” Batgirl said. “Babs hasn’t been Batgirl since before I started out, and that was like five years ago. You mean she didn’t get shot?”

“She did, but there was an implant,” Spoiler said. “So she’s better.”

“Wow. That’s great but–how do you survive without Oracle?” Batgirl asked. “I want my universe back.”

Spoiler agreed with her, and wondered how to put her back. Should she take her to Batman? Hm. For all the multiverse shenanigans she’d heard about, she really didn’t know how to deal with them, what the protocol was.

“Let’s go find Drake,” Spoiler said. “He just got back from a multiverse adventure.”

“Drake? Like the rapper?”

“No, like Tim. My boyfriend? It’s his new code name.”

physically painful to put steph & tim together, but it had to be done.

“Tim picked his own fucking last name? That’s so stupid,” Batgirl said, and although Spoiler agreed, she didn’t say that. Spoiler checked her trackers, and found that Drake was across the city. She got out her grapple, and Batgirl did the same.

“Wait,” Batgirl called a minute later, when they were already in the air. They landed on the roof of the next building and Spoiler turned to her expectantly. “Did you say that he’s your boyfriend?”

“Yeah,” Spoiler said. “Is he not?”

“Not since like, middle school!” Batgirl cried, and Spoiler rolled her eyes.

“We don’t live in the same universe,” she reminded her. “Our Tims are probably totally different.”

“Yeah, right,” Batgirl said, and then there was a flash of purple light and Spoiler turned to face it. Two people appeared. One of them was in a purple bodysuit with a lightning bolt emblazoned on the chest, blonde hair pulled into a messy ponytail. The other was wearing fishnet tights and a leather jacket, an armored purple unitard under the jacket and a skirt over that. Her blonde hair was long, nearly to her elbows, and free-flowing. The new pair blinked at Spoiler and Batgirl.

“Holyfuckthat’susbutBats,” the girl with the lightning bolts said, her words tipping over each other, and Spoiler said, “Before today, I’d never been involved in multiverse shenanigans, and now this!”

She gestured at the duo.

“I’m Dart,” the speedster-Steph said, holding out a hand. Spoiler shook it, dumbfounded.

i felt like dart would be accepted as the most outlandish to the other stephs. she’s a meta, she has nothing to do with batman at all, she barely remembers living in gotham, etc, which is why in my head she was equivalent to spider-ham. like i feel like rebirth steph looked around at these other versions of herself like “sure, that makes sense”, but with dart she was like “what the fuck am i looking at?”

“I’m Canary,” the other Steph said. “Violet Canary, but generally they just call me Canary.”

“Like Red and Gold Canaries,” Dart said gleefully.

“….No,” Canary said. “I don’t know who that is.”

“Black Canary’s partners,” Dart said, rolling her eyes. “Cass and Jason.”

“Cass and Jason are Bats,” Batgirl said. “Not Canaries.”

“Not in my world,” Dart said. “What, in your universe is everyone a Bat?”

however weird all the other stephs found dart, though, she found them all equally weird. all these people we’re used to seeing as bats she saw as totally different things and having them all lumped together would be surreal to her. she grew up with barry as her dad, so learning that in these other universes some stephs a) stayed with arthur as their dad, or b) had some random rich guy she kinda knows as their dad was pretty weird.

“Dick, Jason, Tim, Cass, Damian, Babs, Duke,” Spoiler rattled off.

“Duke?” Batgirl asked.

“Yeah, none of those people are Bats in my world,” Dart said. “Dick’s a Super, Cass and Jason are Canaries, Damian’s a Lantern, Tim’s a Martian, Duke’s a Wonder, and Babs is Aquagirl. Or, well, she used to be, before the accident.”

“See?” Batgirl demanded, gesturing at Spoiler.

“I didn’t give her the implant!” Spoiler said. “It happened before I even started crime-fighting!”

“She’s not Oracle in your universe?” Canary asked, looking wildly startled. Spoiler threw her hands up.

“Sorry that you guys landed in a garbage universe, I guess,” she said, and Dart patted her shoulder.

other stephs pushing my rebirth-sucks agenda. i regret nothing.

“So this is your place, huh? Kinda nice,” she said. “You know, I’ve never really been in Gotham before? Not since I moved away, anyway.”

“Yeah, how the fuck are you a speedster?” Canary asked. “I’m not even a meta, and my job depends on me having superpowers.”

“I was going to ask the same question,” Batgirl said.

“I mean, basically the same way everyone else did,” Dart said. “I made Wally tell me how he did it, who made Barry tell him how he did it, who made Jay tell him how he did it. And, uh, the rest is history.”

“But why were you with Wally–? Never mind,” Spoiler said. “We really need to find Drake.”

At Dart and Canary’s confused looks, Batgirl said in a loud whisper, “As in Tim. That’s his new codename. And yeah, we know it’s stupid.”

“Thank you, Batgirl,” Spoiler said loudly. “Let’s just go, yeah?”

“Won’t Batman snipe me?” Dart asked, and Canary asked Batgirl for a spare grapple.

dart in her head: what the fuckkkkkkk

other stephs: calm down lol it’s just batman

“He’s out of town,” Spoiler said. “Just follow us.”

“Sure thing,” Dart said. “Wait, what’s your codename?”

“Spoiler,” Spoiler said. “You mean you were never…?”

“I used to be Kid Flash, but never ‘Spoiler’, whoever that is,” Dart said. “Sorry.”

“Even I was Spoiler, and I’m not even a Bat,” Canary said, and Dart said, “Okay, we get it, I’m a weirdo among Stephanies. Let’s go.”

They went, and Spoiler wondered if the other Bats were also dealing with themselves. She was leading the way, which was weird, because she never led any ways. Maybe if it was just her and Tim, or something.

Below her, Spoiler caught sight of a swarm of Clayfaces, and she had to stop. She yelled to the others to help her, and they dropped into the alley below.

Fighting with only herself as backup was weird, Spoiler thought. Batgirl threw batarangs that had stuff inside them. Dart sped around confusing the Clayfaces and Spoiler brought her bo-staff down hard on one, but it just sloshed through his arm. Oops.

“Cover your ears!” Canary yelled, and she threw a little device at a Clayface. It screamed, a loud noise that was what Spoiler assumed the Canary Cry sounded like. The Clayfaces barely reacted.

From above, a dark shape descended. Spoiler could’ve cried in relief, even though she was sure it wasn’t her own Batman.

Batman threw a device at a Clayface, which sent out some sort of signal that froze all the Clayfaces that weren’t already frozen by Batgirl’s batarangs. Icearangs? Whatever.

Quick work was made of the Clayfaces, and then Batman led the Stephs back into the air.

“You saved us!” Dart said.

“Yes,” Batman said. Spoiler inspected their new friend. This Batman was shorter than Bruce, and the bat across her chest was purple. The eyes on the cowl glowed with purple light, but it was still unmistakably Batman. She had on purple lipstick, and Spoiler spotted a scar near her mouth. She knew who this was.

“Holy shit,” Spoiler breathed, and beside her, the others seemed to come to the same conclusion. “You’re me.”

this moment right here, where steph looks at batman and it’s herself…? that’s probably why i even bothered writing this fic.

“I would argue that I’m me,” Batman said, her mouth twisting into a smirk. “But yes, I am another Stephanie Wayne.”

“Wayne?” Spoiler and Batgirl cried at the same time.

as much as i love ignoring canon, in this fic i sort of had to go along with it, and i think this moment was kind of a good one.

“Fuck,” Dart said. “If that isn’t a weird last name to think of me having.”

“It makes sense that circumstances would differ,” Canary said. “Although in my universe, I was never truly a Bat.”

“But Wayne?” Spoiler said, waving her hands.

“Bruce actually adopted you?” Batgirl asked.

“No,” Batman said. “He left a portion of the estate to me in his will, and after I took up the mantle I changed my last name.”

“What the fuck,” Spoiler said, and Batgirl seemed of the same mind.

“Why are you panicking? It’s not that weird,” Dart said. “And I mean, clearly you all aren’t Stephanie Allen.”

“Allen?” Batgirl repeated, her voice an octave higher.

“Sweet Jesus,” Batman said, and Spoiler pushed that image aside for examining at a later time. “The pair of you never shed ‘Brown’, didn’t you.”

“No!” Spoiler cried.

“I’ve never even thought that was an option!” Batgirl said, sounding distraught.

“I’ve just been daydreaming about the day Tim proposes so I can be anything besides a Brown,” Spoiler admitted.

“That’s disgusting,” Batman said. “You and Tim, really?”

“Why not?” Spoiler demanded. “Everyone seems to be of the same mind–what’s wrong with him?”

“I mean, besides that he’s an asshole?” Batgirl asked. “Uh, two words: Super. Girl.”

“I’ve never even met Supergirl,” Spoiler said, struggling to imagine herself dating Supergirl.

“Tim’s dead,” Batman said flatly. “But I agree with Batgirl’s assessment.”

“I think Supergirl and Babs have a thing going on?” Dart said. “Maybe? But anyway I’m more of a Wonder Girl kinda gal myself.”

“Ditto,” Canary said.

“Okay, I get it, you guys are hetero-shaming me,” Spoiler said, lifting her hands up. “For the record, I am bisexual.”

the idea of every steph besides the “real” steph being gay & having a girlfriend is comedy. gold.

“Good,” Batman said.

“Although, speaking of my lovely boyfriend, I should probably tell him about this….Stephplosion,” Spoiler said, waving her arms at them. She put her finger to her ear to comm Drake, but then the air folded in on itself on a roof within Spoiler’s line of sight and she saw a flash of a familiar color that made her blood boil.

“Shit,” she said.

“What?” Dart asked. Spoiler pointed.

“There was some….orange over there,” she said significantly.

headcanon that steph hates all orange, but the specific shade of cluemaster orange especially.

“Jesus fucking christ,” Batgirl said. “If I have to deal with alternate Cluemasters I’m going to slaughter someone.”

“We need to check it out,” Batman said.

“I’m only agreeing since there’s five of us,” Canary said.

“I haven’t seen Arthur since I was eleven and I’m not about to start now,” Dart said, and Spoiler pushed down a surge of jealousy. Batman led the way, grabbing Dart to carry her across the gap.

They stopped at the edge of the roof and looked down at the kid–the kid!–who was sitting on the rooftop below them.

She had on an orange skirt and shirt with blue suspenders. Her tights–also orange–were ripped and she had on orange combat boots. Her bandana was pulled down from her face to rest around her neck, and her blonde hair was in tangles.

Spoiler stared her thirteen year old self in the face and thought about fainting.

“What the fuck,” Batgirl said flatly.

i feel like this moment sort of parallels/reflects the moment when spoiler first sees batman & recognizes it as herself. batman!steph is like a dream come true, and cluekid!spoiler her worst nightmare. both are the kind of dreams you didn’t know you even had until you encounter them, but yeah. holy shit that’s batman and that’s ME vs holy shit that’s cluekid and that’s ME

“Don’t hit me!” the kid cried, scrambling to her feet. She had braces, Spoiler noted dimly. “Who are you? What happened?”

“We’re in an alternate universe,” Batman said. “Something’s wrong with the multiverse.”

“Lex Luthor,” Spoiler provided, dazed. “Mining for Kryptonite. Batman–my Batman–is taking care of it.”

“Oh,” tiny, orange Steph said. “So…who are you, then?”

Batman pulled off her cowl. Her blonde hair was short and messy and her face was–old. Spoiler pegged her to be late twenties, probably. Huh. The other Stephs were all teenagers like Spoiler.

idk if you’ve read “touch the sky” but when steph first becomes batman and is a teenager she’s pretty fucked up, and i needed this batman steph to be cool & confident. she’s been batgirl for a while. again on batman & cluekid reflecting each other, the other stephs are all 17/18, and cluekid is younger while batman is older.

“Stephanie,” Batman said, her real voice jarring after the modulated one was gone. “I’m you, okay?”

“In an alternate universe, I’m Batman?” the younger Steph whispered.

“Yes,” Batman said, her voice soft and kind of tender. Spoiler wondered what experience she had with kids. She realized that she could have a Robin. “And that’s Batgirl, and Dart, and Canary, and Spoiler. We’re all you.”

“Spoiler?” the younger Steph said, her eyes wide. “Holy fuck.”

“Language,” Batman said.

“I’m thirteen, not a child.” The younger Steph turned and pulled off her backpack. “Look!” She opened it and pulled out a homemade black bodysuit and hooded cape. “Here’s my Spoiler outfit.”

“I’m going to cry,” Batgirl said. Spoiler’s heart was doing something weird, looking at this tiny version of herself wearing Cluemaster orange.

“Oh, yeah, well. Being Spoiler is my biggest secret,” younger Steph said, putting her costume back away.

“Why are you dressed like that, then?” Dart asked.

“Well,” Steph said, drawing out the word. “I thought Dad might, like, kill me if I didn’t say yes when he asked, so I’m Cluekid by day and Spoiler at night. But, uh, I’m working on bringing down the empire from the inside.”

“Empire?” Spoiler repeated.

“Yeah, Dad’s criminal empire,” Cluekid said. “I’m taking it down.”

“Criminal empire?” Batgirl said, sounding shocked.

if all the stephs got transported to cluekid’s world instead, they’d be looking around like “THIS IS THE BAD PLACE!!!!!”

“By yourself?” Batman asked, putting her cowl back on. Cluekid pulled up her bandana.

“Yeah, it’s like…someone’s gotta do it, right?”

“Was anyone else’s Cluemaster, like, vaguely incompentent at best?” Batgirl asked, and Spoiler and Canary rose their hands. “Criminal empire, really?”

“It’s super fun that you guys weren’t Cluekid, but leave me alone about it,” Cluekid said. “My dad’s the real deal.”

“Then what’s your plan for when he finds out you betrayed him?” Batman asked. Cluekid blinked slowly.

“Well,” she said, then she stopped.

“You don’t have a plan,” Dart said knowingly. “I can relate.”

“No, she does,” Batman said, horrified.

“You’re just gonna let yourself die?” Spoiler asked. Cluekid shrugged, her arms going up past her head.

“If I have to!” she cried. “Someone’s gotta take him down and I’m the only one who can!”

cluekid is actually planning on faking her own death at this time, but she doesn’t have all the details worked out yet.

“Dying’s no big D,” Batgirl said. “I do it all the time.”

Everyone turned to face her.

“I mean, once, but that’s like, more than most people do it,” she amended, and Spoiler shook her head.

i think batman!steph comes from a mix of preboot/rebirth, so she’s probably died as well

“Jesus christ,” she said. “I have to get you guys out of here. I’m going to call Drake, and we’re going to find out how to return you guys. Except maybe Cluekid, cause your universe sucks.”

spoiler just wants a chance to call another universe garbage, for a change.

“Yeah, well, your universe has people leaking into it, so it can’t be all that great,” Cluekid shot back, and Spoiler had to admit she had a point.

zing, now everyone’s made fun of rebirth.

While they grappled towards the other end of town, Batman carrying Cluekid and Dart running below them, Spoiler put in a call.

“Batman,” she said. “I have five alternate versions of myself with me.”

“Five Spoilers?” her own Batman asked, his voice gruff.

bruce instantly: [internal screaming]

“Five Stephanies,” she corrected. “A Batgirl, a speedster, a Canary, a kid, and, well. A Batman.”

“Interesting,” Batman said. “Luthor has been apprehended and once I turn off the machine, everyone should return to normal.”

“Okay,” Spoiler said, and Batman disconnected. Spoiler stopped grappling and the group gathered around her. “According to my Batman, you guys should just…go back soon.”

this fic was about conversations between stephanies, not action, which is why i feel like the end is sort of anti-climactic, but whatever. it needed to end, and it did

“It’s been nice getting to know you,” Canary said. “Although really weird.”

“Agreed,” Dart said. “I can’t imagine being a Bat.”

“I wish that would happen to me,” Cluekid said. “But…”

“It’ll be okay, kiddo,” Batman said.

“Hey,” Spoiler said. “Batman, do you have a Robin? You’re pretty good with kids.”

“Yeah,” Batman said, smiling. “Her name is Carrie.”

writing this fic made me think of a “touch the sky” sequel where steph works through the deaths of her siblings and takes in a new robin. we’ll see.

“Hell yeah,” Batgirl said, raising her hand for a fistbump. Batman obliged, and from the corner of her eye Spoiler saw the universe begin folding in on itself.

“Damn, this is me,” Dart said, looking at the wrinkle in the air. It was tied to her leg, so not a difficult conclusion to make. “Well, it’s been nice knowing you ladies. I wish all of you every success–especially you, Lil Steph.”

“Thanks,” Cluekid said, and Spoiler nodded at Dart before she vanished in a puff of purple lightning.

“I’m going to turn on my earplugs,” Canary said. “Who knows what’ll happen when I get back–but anyway, I’m going to be in the dark, hearing-wise.”

“Okay,” Spoiler said, a little confused, and Canary gave everyone a smile.

“It’s been real,” she said, and then she turned on her earplugs. She signed something at them–Spoiler knew only a few signs and couldn’t keep up. Batgirl nodded thoughtfully.

“What’d she say?” Spoiler asked.

“Oh, I have no clue,” Batgirl said. “Come to think of it, the signs me and Cass use aren’t strictly ‘real’ sign language.”

“She said that she turns off her hearing so it’s not damaged by the canary cry,” Batman said. Everyone looked at her. “What? My brother was mute and he had to talk somehow.”

tossed up on the “was” vs “is”, but i wanted damian to get better and i hoped that if any diehard “touch the sky” fans were reading this, they’d see that yeah, he does get better & talk again.

“Brother?” Spoiler repeated, and Batman said, “Damian.”

Damian, mute?

Damian, Steph’s brother?

“I’m leaving,” Canary said loudly, and they turned to face her. She was vanishing just like Dart, and she gave a little wave, then pointed at Batman, who was also disappearing.

“Goodbye,” Batman said, and then she and Canary were gone, leaving Spoiler with Batgirl and Cluekid.

“I’m gonna be real with you guys,” Cluekid said. “I know it’s only been like two minutes but seeing myself, older and with a place in the world….it’s pretty inspiring to think that in another universe I grow up to be Batman.”

“Maybe you still can,” Spoiler suggested, thinking that she didn’t like the idea of this tiny version of herself planning her own death.

“I don’t think so,” Cluekid said, smiling sadly.

“I’ve been through a lot of shit,” Batgirl said. “I’ve even died before. You can’t let any of that stop you, okay? You just gotta push through it.”

“Keep on coming back,” Spoiler said.

“However long it takes,” Batgirl said. Cluekid blinked, tears welling in her eyes, and then she reached for Spoiler and Batgirl, tugging them both into a hug.

i feel like “never give up” is kind of steph’s motto, and that’s universal among stephs.

“Thank you,” she whispered. “Thank you.”

“No problem,” Spoiler said, ruffling her hair, and then Cluekid was gone.

“Damn,” Batgirl said. “She says she’s inspired by us, but I’m inspired by her. She’s so brave.”

“Yeah, I know,” Spoiler said, her throat sort of rough. “Geez.”

“Well, it’s my turn next,” Batgirl said. “So, uh. Bye? I guess.”

“Have fun in your universe,” Spoiler said. “With Oracle and Supergirl.”

“Oh, I absolutely will,” Batgirl said. “Have fun with….Drake. Seriously, we give you shit, but if he’s good for you–”

“He is,” Spoiler said, trying not to think of their breakups.

“Then that’s all there is to it, isn’t it,” Batgirl said. She grinned, and the air behind her began to fold. “Oh, what timing!”

“Goodbye, Batgirl,” Spoiler said.

“Bye, Spoiler,” Batgirl said. “You know, it’s nice to see that somewhere out there, we’re still in the mantle we created.”

“And it’s nice to see that we’re in a mantle given to us,” Spoiler said, and Batgirl grinned.

“Hell yeah it is,” she said, and then she was gone, and Spoiler was left alone.

She sighed, and kept moving.

spoiler & batgirl are so similar that of course they kinda got along the best….i think canary was supposed to be kind of distant like “oh that’s kinda weird” and then dart was “oh that’s SUPER weird” and then cluekid was “oh my god is she okay” and then batman more like “wow! #afraid to ask how the mantle got passed down to YOU!”

#long post #i did not do a star. i will do some stars l8r

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A Night At The Opera- Chapter 5

Fandom: Queen/Borhap

Specified gender: Female

Pairing: Brian May x reader/ John Deacon x reader

TW: threatening, brian is possessive, mention of a noose, mentions of violence, adam being a twat again

Genre: Horror ig?? ( based on phantom Of the opera)

Series: A Night At The Opera

Requests: CLOSED

Masterlist

A/N: sorry this took me so long, my darlings!! I’ve had no inspiration recently

Everyone was on edge. It had been a month since Brian's last appearance, but that did nothing to ease any tension between the band or the managers. Adam continued with his brattish actions, being favoured only by the two new managers. Probably because they had their heads so far up their arses that they couldn't notice how terrible he truly was. Despite their pushbacks from Adam, Freya, Dr Addams and Mr Goldbrooke, (Y/N) and the boys continued to work on new songs, using the savings earnt from their performances to try and afford an album. Deaky had yet to write anything, while (Y/N) and Freddie had already two songs each. Roger had already written a song, complete with all the backing music, called Modern Times Rock'n'Roll, which, in all honesty, was already sounding like a hit. But Adam, of course, seemed to think all the songs that had been written were absolute garbage, despite all his songs sounding like a 5-year-old had written them. Freya had even attempted to contribute. Even the two managers had to shake their heads, though.

Any time a floorboard creaked or something around the theatre made any sort of noise, the band would tense up and (Y/N) would freeze. Sometimes, it would take minutes to get her to move again. A bulb burst on stage once, and she had an entire breakdown, hyperventilating, knees pulled to her chest. Deaky had never in his life seen her so hysterical. She refused to stay late at night without one of the boys with her. She was paranoid whenever someone turned the lights off without any warning. Or when the lights flickered. Brian made her anxious, even when he was he wasn't around. But he still left those roses in Deaky's dressing room.

November 17th 1972

After nearly two months of intense, stressful work, Queen were finally able to afford an album. Freddie was completely over the moon, however, the recording tended to take over the rehearsal time for the show. Adam insisted that he couldn't drive to and from the studio and the theatre, because he'd been working too hard. Adam, as per usual, was lying to himself, much to the aggravation of everyone around him.

"Come on guys, we need to get back to the theatre unless we want our heads on a platter. Goldbrooke and Addams already hate us at the best of times," (Y/N) pressed the button below the microphone, allowing her to contact the boys in the booth. Freddie and Roger smiled at her, before beginning to pack their stuff away. A scoff escaped Adam's lips but Deaky, oh Deaky was giving her a look of being absolutely lovestruck. His eyes sparkled as his gaze lingered on her, even after she'd turned to chat with the man working in the studio. Deaky's normal rosy smile grew in size when he saw he lean back in a hearty laugh. God, he loved her laugh, even when he couldn't hear it. Adam smacked Deaky in the arm sharply, pulling his attention away from his girlfriend. Freya was sat on the couch behind (Y/N), scowling at her as she quickly skimmed through a cheap magazine in the studio. Adam shot her a wink through the glass that nearly made Roger gag. Freddie rolled his eyes, before walking back through the studio, wrapping an arm around (Y/N)'s shoulders, causing her to let out a giggle, especially when Freddie grabbed her arms, pinning them to her side.

"Roger! Come here!" Freddie yelled, ignoring (Y/N)'s fighting and loud, infectious laughter. A mischevious smile appeared on Roger's mouth and he ran over, taking advantage of the situation, and pressing his fingers into her sides. Adam glared at the bunch, his arm placed around Freya's waist.

"Is there a time where you three can act like adults?"Adam hissed, eyeing them as they slowly unwrapped from each other "The only reason she's here is that she's sucking John's dick."

"Oh yeah? And what about your little blonde thing? What does she do around here? I'm still a roadie, even if I'm not a techie anymore," (Y/N) shot back immediately, narrowing her eyes at the pair. Adam let go of his girlfriend, face red with rage and took a few steps closer, only being interrupted when Deaky strode in front of (Y/N).

"Get out the fucking way, Deacon!" Adam snarled, and Roger carefully took hold of (Y/N)'s arm, just in case she tried to lash out, seeing the way she was shaking in anger. Deaky was never one to get mad, but Adam just seemed to get under his skin.

"I'm not moving, Johnson. If you want me to move, you're gonna have to move me yourself, "Deaky replied so calmly, but every word was dripping with venom and bitterness. Adam stared at him a moment longer but shook his head. He turned, grabbed Freya's hand and stormed out the studio, going to wait by the van.

"I don't know where he's going," Freddie produced the keys, dangling them on his finger "Because I'm the one with the keys."

The other let out a collective chuckle, but Deaky didn't even crack a smile, a stern, disapproving frown on his lips. (Y/N) slipped her hand in his and pressed a kiss to his cheek.

"Babe, are you okay?" She whispered, her lips brushing his ear as she spoke. The movement made a shiver run down Deaky's back but he turned his head to look at her.

"Everything's fine, gorgeous. I just wish we could get rid of Adam. I'd much prefer you as our guitarist," (Y/N) giggled shyly at his response and shook her head, tongue between her teeth as she smiled.

"I don't see why Goldbrooke and Addams love him so much. But I'd rather you didn't lose the best performance opportunity that you've got," (Y/N) replied, squeezing her boyfriends hand tightly. Deaky allowed himself to chuckle, finally breaking his sulk "There's that smile that I love so much."

"As soon as we finish here in a few months, the band need to have a serious conversation about the members of the band," Deaky shrugged off her compliment, trying to ignore the burning blush on his cheeks, but she'd seen it. And the enamoured look in his eye. As long as he was by her side, she knew she would always be safe.

December 29th 1972

"Love, there's some post here for you!" (Y/N) walked into the kitchen, where Deaky was attempting to make some lunch, and wrapped her arms around his waist, mindful of the letters in her hand. Her lips grazed his bare shoulder gently and Deaky felt his entire body warm-up at her tender touch. Roger and Freddie were still visiting friends and family when she and Deaky had come back from visiting their own family. Rog and Fred were meant to be out until the 30th, so they finally got to enjoy some, well-deserved, peace and quiet with the loves of their lives.

"Oh really? What is it?" Deaky asked softly, continuing to chop the vegetable in front of him, shooting her a quick love-filled glance over his shoulder. Slowly, (Y/N) unwrapped her arms from his body and pried the envelope open.

"Dear Mr John Deacon, you have been formally invited to a New Years Masquerade at our beloved theatre, on the 31st of December, beginning at 7:30 PM, to celebrate a prosperous year. This invitation admits two people, but two ONLY, and you count as one. A mask and a dress/suit are required for you and your plus one's entry. Wishing you the best, Mr S. Goldbrooke and Dr R. K. Addams," She readout, eyebrows lifting slightly. She normally wasn't one for partying but a masquerade did sound really fun.

"Hmm, I wonder who my plus one will be," Deaky pondered playfully, pausing his chopping to turn around and lean on the counter, a smirk playing on his lips. (Y/N) folded her arms and pretended to look deep in thought.

"I do wonder. Perhaps you can take lovely, old Mrs Wallis next door. She'd love a bit of dancing," She offered, barely holding back her laughter, and Deaky's smile grew. Especially when he caught a look at the ring on a chain around her neck. He'd proposed a few days ago, but for now, it was their little secret. Just so they could enjoy the calm. So they could enjoy each other's company and that alone. Before all the questions about when the wedding would be or where or what kind of dress (Y/N) will wear or what flowers she'll have or who Deaky's best man will be. Before all the drama. It was just theirs. With that blissful thought in his head, Deaky grabbed her arm and tugged her to him, lips instantly pushing against her own. Their shared laughter was muffled but very much there.

"God, I love you," (Y/N) mumbled when they pulled away, pecking his lips quickly, linking their fingers.

"Believe me, I love you so much more," Deaky grinned, bringing her hand to his lips.

December 31st 1972

Glittery dresses and finely pressed suits were clustered together in the main hall of the opera house. Masks that looked much to expensive and an overpowering smell of cologne and perfume lingered in the air.

Knowing fully well, how many people would be there, (Y/N) and Deaky made a point of arriving nearly a full hour later, much to the annoyance of their friends and Deaky's bandmates. But as they made their way through the corridor towards the music, exchanging childish giggles between them, it didn't seem to matter. Their masks were left abandoned in their apartment, too distracted by each other. (Y/N)'s engagement ring still hung around her neck, bouncing as Deaky chased after her, laughter ringing throughout the corridor.

"Oh Deaky, think of it! A secret engagement!" (Y/N) grinned and Deaky smiled back, taking her hand in his own.

"But why must it be a secret? What have we to hide?" The pair had finally reached the party, which was already in full swing, dancers, that had clearly been hired by Addams and Goldbrooke, performing in the centre. A few eyes swivelled to the late arrivals. Deaky went to lean in for a kiss, but (Y/N) began to panic. They were in the opera house now, even if Brian hadn't made an appearance in months, they were in his domain. If anything happened to Deaky because of their affection towards each other, she might just die from guilt. So, with a biting feeling of pain, she pulled back, shaking her head.

"No, Deaks, please don't, they'll see," (Y/N) tilted her head towards the party happening before them but Deaky only laughed quietly.

"Well, then let them see. It's an engagement, not a crime. (Y/N), what are you afraid of?" He asked tenderly, stroking her cheek with the back of his hand.

"Let's not argue about this, I promise you'll understand in time," Without another word, she used their entwined hands to pull her fiancee into the crowd, instantly spotting Freddie. Just as suspected, he was wearing the most outrageous outfit she'd ever imagine,d just looking at it made (Y/N)'s wallet cry out. Roger wasn't far behind him, a girl on each arm. He hadn't made much of an effort with his mask, or his suit for that matter. It was surprising Addams and Goldbrooke had even let him in.

"Darling, look at you! You're a stunner if I've ever seen one!" Freddie exclaimed, slightly slurred, wrapping his arms around (Y/N) immediately, causing her to giggle quietly. Over his shoulder, Roger smiled and waved at her. The two girls on his arms began whispering to themselves and glaring at (Y/N) but she only rolled her eyes in response.

"You look so handsome Freddie!" Laughter escaped her lips at how sloshed he already was, while Deaky went to greet Roger. When they separated the hug, Freddie and (Y/N) spotted Adam and Freya atop the staircase with Mr Goldbrooke and Dr Addams, laughing between themselves. Lucille was also stood there, but it looked as if she were only there to be polite. Unless she was here because of Brian... no. She had to stop thinking about him. She wouldn't let him ruin her night. A hush fell over the crowd as everyone turned to look at the dancers, so the group fell silent, respectfully. Deaky found his way beside her, at the front of the group, watching how gracefully the dancers moved. It was delightful to watch and (Y/N) found herself enjoying the performance, more than she thought she initially thought.

However, just as that thought crossed her mind, the music died down, the dancers awkwardly stopped, and confused chatter overcame the room. (Y/N) shot a befuddled look at her friends but they only responded with the same confused expression and a shrug. A gasp of shock suddenly sounded, and everyone's attention became directed to the opening on the right set of stairs. There he was, towering over everyone stood near him, a black mask covering his the upper part of his face and that damned surgical mask covering the bottom part. He was wearing an all-red suit, and there was a full scabbard attached to his belt. Slowly, he began stepping down the stairs, the crowd of people separating as he got closer, fearful looks being exchanged. One woman even fainted into a man's arms, but (Y/N) and Roger was 100% certain that she had faked it. Even Brian rolled his eyes at the dramatics.

"Why so silent, my good people? Did you think that I had left you for good? Have you missed me, my good people?" Brian's taunting voice sent a shiver down (Y/N)'s spine, and she felt Deaky grab her arm softly. And it only got tighter when Brian turned to the band. Freddie and Roger instantly went into best-friend mode and stood in front of her, protecting her from Brian's unsettling gaze. "I have written you some songs, an album name, perhaps. A Night At The Opera!" Brian pulled out a long sword from his sabbath and Freddie had to take a step back at the aggression in his voice.

But Roger stayed put, narrowing his eyes at the opera ghost. (Y/N) felt her chest getting tighter and tighter and her heart pounding harder, faster as each second passed. The only thing keeping her grounded was the warmth coming from Deaky beside her.

"Fondest greetings to you all. A few instructions just before rehearsals start. Johnson must be taught to play not his normal trick of playing tasteless notes," Brian's sword was pointed soon at Adam, who froze, tightening his grip on Freya. The managers, Adam and Freya had all followed Brian down the staircase earlier, to watch in curiosity. Now, they were regretting that decision. "Miss Alfords must learn to sober up, this isn't healthy in a girl of Freya's age," Brian commented with a bitter voice, making it clear he didn't give a shit about her health. He then spun on his heel and focused on the managers. "And my managers must learn that their place is in an office, not the arts."

Brian sharply shoved his sword back in the scabbard when he heard scuffling behind Roger and Freddie, and pushed the pair aside to reveal the centre of his undivided attention.

(Y/N).

"As for our star, Miss (Y/N) (L/N). No doubt she'll do her best, it's true her playings good- she knows. Though, should she wish to excel, she has much still to learn, should pride let her return to me, her teacher. Her teacher," Brian glared at Deaky as he stated the last part and all around him, he could hear murmurs of surprise. (Y/N) eyes were cast down in disgrace, though, truly, she had nothing to be ashamed of. But then she looked up, and when their eyes met, Brian felt his breath hitch and his heart stutter tremendously, suddenly feeling like the teenager he hadn't been for many thousand a year. His eyes scanned her face, and he couldn't bring himself to believe the beauty she beheld. She'd entranced him. And he was more than okay with that.

Despite how much fear he bestowed upon her, (Y/N) couldn't help but allow herself to wrack her eyes down his form. He was gorgeous and for a minute, she felt pity for the pain and heartbreak he'd endured. How alone he must have felt. How he must feel. Her heart ached for him. She could see the softness in his eyes. The man he could be. The man the cruel world wouldn't let him be. She saw the love in him.

But Brian's eyes wandered down to the ring, hung on a silver chain, around her neck. And his expression hardened. His eyes grew cold. Before she could even blink, his hand grasped the chain and ripped it from her neck, a gasp being pulled from her throat at the harsh motion.

"Your chains are still mine! You belong to me!" He snarled, before storming up the stairs, and dropping through a hole that opened up through the ground. (Y/N) couldn't breathe, her eyes wide as saucers, blood pumping through her veins, her pulse throbbing against her skin. However, before the floor could close up again, Deaky ran past her and jumped straight in, soon being exposed to nothing but darkness and the hole slammed shut.

"Deaky!" (Y/N) ran forward, but Freddie and Roger surged forward, wrapping their arms around her and gently tugging her into a bear hug.

A dim light was all that was allowed, and as Deaky's eyes adjusted, he saw the room was made of mirrors. He jumped back in surprise when Brian appeared in the mirror and he spun around swiftly but was only met with more reflections. His arm lunged out in a fist, but he met only air. Just as he went to strike again, hoping to actually make a hit this time, a noose swung down, right before his face, causing him to jump back. A hand came to rest on his shoulder and he whirled around, entirely ready to attack, and came face to face with Lucille, a stern expression on her face. Silently, she took his hand and pulled him out of the room of mirrors, leading him down, seemingly endless, corridors.

"Miss Roberts... Miss Roberts!" Deaky called when she began to storm ahead as they came to the main section of the opera house, that he actually recognised.

"Please, Mr Deacon, I know no more than anyone else," Lucille dismissed quickly, turning into her office and sitting down. Deaky, knowing she had more answers than she was revealing, followed her and sat beside her.

"That's not true," Deaky deadpanned, linking his fingers on his lap.

"Mr Deacon, don't ask, there have been too many accidents," she brushed off, looking in the mirror and pretending to organise her desk.

"Accidents?" Deaky placed his hand on top of hers to get her to stop her fiddling, and she met his eyes in the mirror, before her eyes flickered to a photo on her desk of her as a young girl, with a long plait falling over her shoulder.

"Very well. It was years ago. There were travelling fair in the city- gypsies. I was very young, studying to be a ballerina when the opera house was just that. One of many. I was living in the dormitory in the opera. They called him the devil's son. They abused him, hit him and pained him just for the amusement of those that came to gawk at him. He murdered the man that watched his cell, while I watched, and we ran," Her eyes were saddened and she looked on the verge of tears at the memory "I have hidden him from the world and its cruelty. He has known nothing else of life since then. Except for this opera house. It was his home and now his artistic domain. He's a genius, he's an architect and designer! He's a composer and a magician. A genius, sir!"

"But clearly, Miss Roberts, genius has turned to madness," Deaky pointed, feeling sympathy for the elder woman. And even a little bit of sadness for this opera ghost. The hardships he'd faced. "I must get back to (Y/N)."

Deaky had never felt arms wrapped so tightly around him before, until that very moment, when he rejoined the now empty foyer. (Y/N) came running up to her fiance, a few tears in her eyes.

"I thought he'd killed you! I thought I'd- I'd-I'd never-" Deaky hushed her emotional blubbering and placed a hand on her hair and stroked tenderly, pressing his lips to her forehead.

"Breath, sweetheart. I'm okay. I'm alright, I promise," She looked up at him through tear-laced eyelashes. "Nothing's ever going to me, I swear. No phantom or ghost or man will ever come between us."

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tzigone · 5 years

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Favorite characterization of Dick Grayson

What's your favorite era or writer for Dick Grayson? What characterizations do you like or dislike?

Here are my opinions. I may ramble a bit. Sorry about that.

You can skip this paragraph if you don't care how I ended up here and which comics I’ve read - it's not particularly important, I just wanted to share. First, while previously having seen on-screen versions of Dick Grayson, and read a bit of DickBabs fanfic (Batman: TAS sold me on them before the show went directions I loathe), I never actually read any issues of DC until 2015ish. Had been a Marvel girl because they didn't do reboots, but then they destroyed Peter Parker's marriage and rebooted the universe, so I abandoned comics for a while. But then I saw some reruns of Young Justice cartoon. So I read some fic. Many fics incorporated comic characters. There I discovered Spoiler, who I really liked the idea of as Spoiler (someone who works against Batman's wishes and doesn't obey his orders and refused to back down, but isn’t a killer). So I read the Robin series for the first 100+ issues (quitting when I knew War Games was near because the storyline sounded bad). But that made me decide to read the Nightwing comic that stared in that era. Really liked that, and really liked Dick Grayson (on-screen portrayals had already lead me to favor him). Then Birds of Prey, Dixon-era, too. Then, because I liked Dick, the Original and New Teen Titans. Original was too Silver Age for me, but really enjoyed 1980-1986ish New Teen Titans (thought it went downhill after that, and abandoned when I reached 1990 issues). Also read assorted Golden, Silver, and Bronze Age comics. So I have relatively broad, but very shallow knowledge of most Bat-eras, with more in-depth knowledge of the '90s and much less of post-2000 (mostly fic, which isn't always representative of the comic).

While I have opinions on various Bat and non-Bat characters and storylines, I'm starting with Dick here. He was my favorite. It's so dependent on writing (as is ever character), and right now he’s Ric, and that is something I’m not interested in.

While I absolutely like aspects from other eras, and I dislike some aspects from these eras, my favorite time periods for Dick are probably 1980-1986ish and 1996-2000. There’s some good 70s stuff and I like certain dynamics of him as guardian/mentor to Damian (and some stuff with other family), but as whole, these two eras in his titles (Teen Titans and Nightwing) are my favorites. For his characterization as stand-alone (rather than his relationships with other characters).

Golden and silver age Dick merit a bit less discussion. Characters weren’t as distinct from each other back then. Nor, really, as consistent. But Dick was sometimes regarded as quite a mature young man in the golden age. Responsible, good grades, intelligent, etc. But so was Speedy - like I said, not much distinction. Despite some impressions, in the stories I read I did not notice Robin to make lots of puns or be unusually cheery and smiley.

Come to the mid-60s and Dick was so much a teenager. I mean the original Teen Titans fairly scream with it early on (so much slang, really folks). One writer I didn’t like had him behave like an idiot (I’m not the only one who thought so, judging by the letters pages, though opinions were split). Really, though, in the early original Teen Titans it felt like writer(s) were trying to push the “teen” thing too much, and they sometimes came off like caricatures. But it was a time in comics when stories and characterizations were shifting and there were, IMO, both failures and successes in trying to embrace new and different.

The ‘70s were okay. Some bits I liked, and some I didn‘t. Dick is usually responsible in Detective Comics stories. He did a little bit of playing the play-boy (with Silver), which isn’t my speed, since I like the idea that Dick, unlike Bruce, doesn’t put on a facade in day-to-day life. Had a few girlfriends - very normal and not either stunningly celibate or shockingly promiscuous. Though the entire 70s was one year of college for Dick.

I am not at all fond of the "goofy" Dick that seems to have popped up fairly often in the past 20 years. They often seemed to have seriously dampened his brainpower and detective skills (because Tim is the smart one and the detective and for some reason they can’t both be that). I’m not a fan of separate out all Batman’s skills and assigning one to each Robin. It makes the Robins all less than Batman and inferior to him and sets that they will never be his equals and that I do not agree with. Now this is by no means a *consistent* thing, but it does happen, and it does irritate me. I don’t like seeing characters diminished.

I really love old-school Dick. Back when he was young (late '70s to mid '80s), they showed us how mature he was (probably to contrast his youth and make him a viable peer to older heroes). Both Wally and Roy commented on it. Roy said how he always felt so much younger (issue where he got custody of Lian). Wally though Dick was always on top of things (Kory and Donna knew better). Heck, Terry's (Donna's ex) bachelor party was another fine example how much more of an adult he was than some men twice his age. He was pretty cerebral, a fantastic detective, a good fighter, etc. He could hang out and have fun, too, of course. He wasn't a stick-in-the-mud. He was too closed off and unwilling to talk sometimes (moreso with his team, and perhaps because he thought he needed to project confidence as a leader?). He was, in a reverse, quite willing to talk about other people's emotional issues. Sometimes as a friend, and sometimes as a leader. He behaved most immaturely when dealing with Batman, particularly as their relationship became more difficult - there were times when they brought out the worst in each other. Though it wasn't steady, of course.

We really got to see Dick as a leader in this era. Someone people respected and looked up to. Not that his team always agreed with him or that he was always right, but that but that he was a person that people did have trust in. And that he usually did a good job of deserving it. It’s not just other teenagers, though, but the older heroes respect him as well. It’s also the first time we a real, substantive romance - with Kory. Saw where he floundered and how he loved, and such. Which I thought worked well until it reached a point where I thought it needed to end, and it didn’t (or rather it did end, but didn’t stay ended). Readers who like the ship, though, will likely have a different perspective, if they are like me (I just blame the writing when this sort of thing happens with ships I prefer).

Batman: Year Three - not the best story. I don't remember most of it, to be honest. But one thing I really liked was the highlighted difference between Bruce and Dick. It hits that Dick is more emotionally healthy than Bruce. That Dick had the emotional support Bruce lacked as a child (I don't think continuity had yet settled on the idea of Alfred as a father-figure to Bruce). That could segue me into changes in Bruce's backstory and characterization, but I'll refrain. I will say that I preferred Dick with the nice-nuns orphanage to Dick-in-juvenile-facility (though I really, really like Dixon's run on Nightwing). It makes Bruce less of a "rescuer" of Dick, which I prefer. I do not like the idea that Dick was doomed to end up dead on street (or a criminal) if not for Bruce. Though I admit to preferring old-school Dick-goes-directly-to-Bruce's-home, no matter how unrealistic. I dislike the entire Talon thing even more. I hate the back-projecting of more angst and more terrible things, like his parents being murdered wasn't bad enough.

Now we come to Nightwing series. I really liked Dixon's run. I'm a DickBabs fan, so seeing them get together was great. I did read he wanted Dick/Donna, and I'm glad that didn't happen. Partially because I'm a DickBabs fan, but also because I really, really liked the platonic friendship between Dick and Donna during the New Titans. And I liked that it was platonic and that a friendship - rather than romance - could be so very important. I don't think friendships get near the credit they should as important relationships in fiction, and so often fans want them to be romantic. And the older I get, the more I value good fictional friendships and sibling relationships and so on. For the record, I also really liked the Vic/Gar friendship. And I still tend to think of Donna, rather than Wally as Dick's BFF. Though he has many friends.

Anyway, I really liked seeing Dick working on his own and having his own city. He was finding his own path and his rogues were being developed. I liked the idea of him as a cop, and I enjoyed Amy. I liked a lot of his banter with Barbara. But not just the banter, the serious stuff. Dick was looking for a real, long-term, serious relationship. And Barbara was the hesitant one - for understandable reasons. It's an everyday reminder of the things they used to do together. Things he can do that she no longer can. And she really wants to.

Of course, in this era, he was totally a big brother to Tim, a relationship he never really had with Jason (post-crisis). Now, Bruce's character was becoming worse and worse in this era, so that provided some conflict for Dick. Early in the series, Bruce wasn't that bad yet, and he and Dick had some nice bonding/reconciling moments. And so some of the issues were just on Dick's side. He has, since at least the Titans days, had a persistent need to prove himself Batman's equal. To others and to Batman. I was kinda peeved with Donna when she said he'd never be as good. He thinks Bruce thinks less of him on occasions when Bruce doesn't. But Bruce still treats him like an underling a good portion of the time. He expects Dick to take orders with no questions and doesn't give him full details of plans and doesn't listen to his opinions or consider Dick's needs. Way too often, Bruce just puts his goal ahead of everyone else. That's an issue with Bruce. But Dick feels like it's Bruce not seeing him as equal. Which it is, IMO, but mostly in the sense that Bruce tends to put himself/his goal above all others in terms of importance (a problem that has only gotten worse with time).

I wasn't real fond back-projection/retconning of the Dick/Babs relationship over the years. Or her de-aging. I like her at least 4 years older than Dick. With no involvement when he was in highschool. Flirtation when he was in college (1970s Batman family issues), sure, but nothing really happening until he's in Bludhaven and in his mid 20s and the 5-7 year age gap doesn't matter because they're both adults. I much prefer her pre-crisis background with Batman to the post-crisis one, but that's a topic for my post on her.

Then the Devin Grayson era - I don't agree with all the positions of the author, but I do agree about Devin Grayson: http://theflyingwonder.tumblr.com/post/107703923021/you-made-me-curious-and-i-couldnt-resist-it-tell and I think way too many of her aspects stuck with the character. Which I guess makes her a success, but doesn't work for me at all, because I don't like the character she describes at all and he is not Dick to me. I've read her interview on Dick Grayson and her perception of the character was just nothing like mine. She acts like he's not a thinker (even though got called too cerebral in the old days). She acts like Dick either "fights or fucks" everyone he meets, and totally disregards so many other types of relationships. Now, the Mirage-rape had already happened (and was horribly handled), plus the Raven-mind-controllish thing (also didn't work for me), but Grayson made Dick the sleeps-around type. That was specifically contradictory to earlier characterizations where Dick was the committed-relationship type - something he actually discussed with Roy at one point. I liked Dick being a relationship-only guy, it was a big contrast with Bruce (particularly post-Crisis Bruce). I don't like Dick being Batman-lite at all.

Not Devin Grayson, but Nightwing Annual #2 - ghastly. So incredibly out of character for who Dick was back then. Another not-my-review at http://theflyingwonder.tumblr.com/post/93534635531/can-you-explain-the-nightwing-annual-2-thing. Though I would go further in that it's reason I don't like post-Kory’s-political-wedding Dick/Kory. It felt like a lot of build up to "love isn't enough" and then he basically chunked his beliefs to stay with her, which makes the relationship a bad thing to me. Here's my less-well-worded thoughts when I read the wedding. http://tzigone.tumblr.com/post/170389768364/nightwing-and-starfire

So, Dick's life in Bludhaven was destroyed. His life as independent hero was destroyed. I enjoyed Dick with the Titans, but him in Gotham is a no-go to me. Because he goes back to being an appendage of Bruce. He's working in someone else's city, he's a subordinate (at least with Bruce is actually there).

I haven't read as much of the Dick/Damian relationship as I maybe should have. While interested in their dynamic, I'm not keen on Dick's wider characterization. I do not like lothario-Dick. And I do not like Batman-lite Dick. So I deeply disliked him taking Robin from Tim and giving it away without discussing it, just like Bruce did to him. Yeah. To top that off, I unlike many, did not like the first 12 issues of Red Robin, so there wasn't even pay-off. And then later we'd get Dick faking his death and hurting his family for the sake of the mission (Batman's mission). Too Batman-like. I do get incredibly frustrated with that no matter how badly he treats them, Bruce's "kids" keep coming back and following his orders. I didn't like his non-masked storyline, in N52, either. Sadly, at least Barbara (who I don’t like being a student of Bruce’s), Dick, and Tim have all adopted some of Bruce’s worse traits in regards to secrets and manipulation at one point or another.

But my biggest thing is that Dick all to often (not always, but even once is too often) gets treated like a joke. He's the lovable brother, and that part is okay. But he's all cuddles and cartoons and Disney and most of his maturity is just gone. This is heavy in fic, but it's present in the comics, too. At 19 he was man, and now he's a man-child. Not when he's working, I mean, but in personal life. Lex Luthor says he's not a big thinker and some people agree. And that is just totally wrong to me. For me Dick, while far from perfect, is a person that has earned and has respect not only from his peers, but from the first-generation heroes. And it just gets worse later. Late Pre-Crisis they de-age him and he's 21 in N52 (when it starts anyway). And I hated his de-aging, and Barbara's. It feels like they're being drug backwards and not allowed to grow up. Even though Barbara *started* grown up and Dick had pretty much been a man even during his endless year at Hudson. I don't like the idea of Dick as someone people don't take seriously. Bart or Booster, maybe is someone villains don't take seriously, but should. But Dick, at least as he reaches his adult years, should be someone that people (villains and colleagues) do take seriously and respect. Thought without the intimidation Batman has, at least with criminals. I will say I do think it was done partially to keep Batman from getting too old to do the job, but I still don’t care for it.

Don’t get me started on Dick and what he thought was Bruce’s body and the Lazarus pit.

I thought the entire issue with Dick and Bruce after Bruce’s failed wedding was bad. Dick tries to be the goofball. They try to redeem it at the end, but it falls flat because he was stupid enough to think it would help in the first place.

Some people seem to think it's the sweetest thing ever if Dick moves back to Gotham and lives in the manor and Bruce takes care of him, and that's just a no-go to me. It's infantilizing. He's grown up and should be allowed to grow up. I see a lot of infantilizing of Dick, Jason, Tim and Damian. I get why it's done (to see Bruce the dad), but dislike it intensely. It's demeaning to me. I like Bruce the dad, too. But he can be a dad to adult children and treat them like adults (well, the grown ones). And yes, like equals, but that it what I think the relationship between adult parents and children should be. Though it’ll be a long time before Bruce gets to a point where he’ll consistently do that.

Side note: the comments on Dick's body get a little old. I totally get that he's stunning. I'm cool with Kory or Barbara or his current girlfriend enjoying his body or complimenting him on it. But sometimes it seems like various characters (usually female) are discussing him like a piece of meat. Particularly frustrating when his hero colleagues do so. I know a good bit of this comes with me binge-reading, making it seem more often than when issues are read a month apart.

#Richard Grayson #Nightwing #Batman #Bruce Wayne #Barbara Gordon #koriandr #koriand'r

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dibs4ever · 6 years

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They’ll be Best Friends (Final Part)

"Wally remind me again why I lied to my son and told him he could have the night off?" Dick asked while Wally remained crouched down on a building scanning the streets below

"To see if Melanie has a secret boyfriend. She told Artemis she was going to the movies tonight." He said not taking his eyes off the street

Dick rolled his eyes and sat down next to him "Wally don't you think you're taking this to a little bit of an extreme? Your invading her privacy"

Wally pulled the binoculars from his face for a second and looked at Dick "Leah is going to be dating in a few years."

Dick’s eyes widened in realization. He fished around in his utility belt and pulled out another set of binoculars "What movie is she going to see" he asked

"The 8:00 showing, it's 7:55 now," Wally said looking back down at the street "Oh, look there she is!" Wally jumped seeing his daughter come into view

"Wow she looks a lot like Arty in green" Dick smiled Melanie turned her head and they got a view of her face "But then again she looks a lot like you too"

They watched for a few more seconds and saw someone else approach her.

"I told you there was nothing to worry about Wally, she and Nate are going to the movie since they both had the night off since you had to spy on her" Dick said standing up "I can't believe I gave Robin the night off" he shook his head

Wally sprung up "Relax there Nightwing, you're almost harder on Robin then Batman was on you"

Dick rolled his eyes "Yeah but only because I know what he's capable of. He has so much potential in his genetics. Not only is he a natural acrobat he's also a genius like Babs. Leah is the same way"

Wally nodded "I get that even though the twins are a little bit of a different situation since Mel has my speedster abilities and Mark has Artemis' perfect aim. Mark is easy going yet a quick thinker like I and Mel is feisty yet sweet when she wants to be like her mother"

Dick smiled at his longtime friend, just as he thought they were going to call it night Wally spoke up "I still think there's something up though like we just said our kids are a lot like us! She probably figured out I was going to spy on her so she asked Nathan to come and throw me off. She probably wants me to think that she is just going to the movies with him so I'd leave now. Her secret boyfriend is probably already waiting for her in the theater" Wally said throwing his arms up

Dick rose an eyebrow "So what do you suppose we do?"

"We are going to continue spying on my daughter by going into that theater!" Wally said pulling Dicks shirt sleeve

Melanie and Nathan made their way into the theater and found two seats in the middle row

Once the previews began Nathan leaned into Melanie's ear "I'm going to go get us some snack and drinks, I'll be right back" he whispered Melanie nodded

"Would you look at all those girls checking my boy out as he walks by!" Dick whispered proudly from the back-corner row of the theater that he and Wally were hiding in

Wally rolled his eyes "You take such pride in trying to turn that boy into your mini-me, don't you?"

Dick grinned "One can hope, I tried to with Dami but he was so stubborn"

Wally smiled "Well if it helps at all I think I saw a small hickey on his neck the other day"

Dick tilted his head "Huh I didn't know he had a girlfriend"

Wally shook his head "Well he is your son you former dog" he nudged Dick teasingly

Dick smiled at his old nickname, they watched as Nathan returned with 2 sodas and a large popcorn

Nathan handed Melanie her soda and sat in his seat. He went to put an arm around her shoulders but she stopped him.

"Something wrong Mels?" Nate asked questionably

She sunk down in the seats and he followed her action "I feel like we're being watched" she whispered

Nathan shook his head "Mel your just nervous cause this is our first time really getting to act like a couple in public, just relax beautiful" he reached up tucking a stray hair behind her ear

She shook her head and grabbed his hand "Nathan I need you to turn off the sweet stuff and turn on your Robin mode, tell me if we are being watched" she ordered

Nathan nodded in defeat and concentrated after a second he spoke "You might be right. I guess to be 100% safe we better not do anything couple like" he said as they sat straight up again. Acting casual as the movie began

2 and a half hours later Wally and Dick found themselves in a tree looking down at the two teens as they sat at an outdoor ice cream shop

"Come on Wally, it's just been our kids hanging out. If she has a secret boyfriend she's not seeing him tonight" Dick pleaded as Wally continued to watch

Wally sighed "I guess you're right, give me 5 more minutes and we will leave"

Melanie and Nathan sat across from each other as they dug into their Sunday's "So whatcha think of the movie?" Nathan asked

Melanie nodded "I liked it anything with Tom Hanks in it is usually good though" she pointed

Nathan nodded agreeing with her

Melanie smiled at him noticing the bit of vanilla ice cream on his bottom lip. Without warning, she lunged forward and kissed him

"You had a little something on your lip," she said biting her lip when they pulled apart

Nathan chuckled "Oh is that all?"

She smiled "And I've been wanting to kiss you all night " she admitted

Nathan grinned "Good cause so have I" he leaned forward and kissed her lips again leaving their bowls of ice cream forgotten on the table in front of them

"Oh...My...God" Dick said slowly in shock at the scene that had just unfolded

He looked over at Wally who had a blank expression on his face and was holding the binoculars loosely in his hand

"Wally...you okay?" Dick asked

Wally shook his head slowly “Let's go..." he said blankly

Dick nodded "Okay but I'm going with you," he said pulling out his phone and calling Barbara

When Melanie and Nathan walked through the front door of the West house they were surprised to see both their parents and Mark already home

"Nice going you broke dad." Mark teased

They looked over to see Wally sitting on the couch his head thrown back

Nathan let out a chuckle "What's up with him?" He asked

Wally's head shot up and he made eye contact with Nathan "You!" He pointed

"Me?" Nathan placed a hand on his chest

"There they are!" Barbara smiled walking into the living room

Artemis smiled "We were just looking at pictures of you guys when you were little"

Melanie rose an eyebrow "Why are you two so happy?" She looked over at Dick who sat on the couch looking almost but not nearly as blank-faced as her father "What is wrong with you guys?" Melanie took a step back

Nathan's eyes widened "Oh no... they KNOW" he glanced at Melanie

"They KNOW" Melanie stepped forward "Did you tell them!" She started raising her voice toward her brother

Mark held his hands up in defense "I swear I'd didn't say anything. Dad called mom freaking out so we called off patrol early. Uncle Dick must have done the same cause Aunt Barb showed up soon after"

Barbara walked over and sat next to Dick "Are you alright? I mean it's surprising that Nate has been secretly dating Mel but I don't think you'd be upset about it."

Dick shook his head "It's not that I love Mel as if she were one of my own and I'll get used to the idea of her dating our son. It's just he somehow hid it from me for who knows how long"

Barbara smiled "What does that mean?"

"Babs, he is Robin but I am Nightwing, I've been in the game twice as long as he has and he somehow hid this from me. How did I not figure it out? Am I losing my touch?"

Barbara rolled her eyes and kissed his cheek "I assure you, you're not losing your touch. Our son learned from the best, he knew how you thought and used it against you. If anything, you should be proud" she pointed

Dick looked over at his wife and tilted his head to the side "You know what your right" he leaned forward and pecked her lips "I knew there was a reason I married you"

Artemis looked at Wally "Wally snap out of it Nate's a good kid" she said putting her hands on her hips

"Our daughter is dating a Bat, I thought I had it all planned out. Friends from birth, they'll see each other as siblings and I will never have to worry about the possibility of my daughter dating a flirty lady killer Dick Grayson 2.0" Wally mumbled

#Dickbabs #spitfire #dick grayson #nightwing #barbara gordon #batgirl #oracle #artemis crock #Artemis #Wally West #Kid Flash #batfam au #batfamily headcanons #batfamily #batfamily fanfiction #Young Justice AU #young justice fanfiction

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bluboothalassophile · 6 years

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Oh man JayRae and 🌾 I NEED that sweet lil hayride FLUFF

Hello,

I can totally do that, though I don’t know how fluffy this is by your standards.

The King of Fuck Ups & the Queen of Hell…

“And we’re here, why?” Raven asked, focusing on her corn on astick.

“Cause this is what Bats dragged us off to do,” Jason grumbled.She slammed her elbow in his stomach which had him glaring at her. Innocentlyshe took another bite of her corn.

“Cause it’s fun,” Tim answered.

“Well, that’s not what I mean, I get why you’re here,” sheanswered. “I mean why am I here? I’m not family.”

“Cause, this is fun, and you’re honorary family. Cass and Stephanieinvited you,” Tim reminded her.

“Yes, and I just got back from Wally and Artemis’ wedding. Ihave school.”

“Live a little.”

“And If I Have To Be Here, You Do Too.” Jason growledmenacingly which had her frowning as she looked up at him.

“I don’t scare, I’m a demon, not a weak little girl,” Raven growledback.

“Little bird, I am not going to hell alone.”

“I’m the Queen, do honestly think you can keep me trapped inhell?” Raven demanded.

“Yes. Yes I Can.”

“Oh, hayride! Let’s go!” Raven decided smugly grabbing his armas she dragged Jason after her. There was no way she was going to pass up the opportunityto make his life miserable after all the crap she had endure because of hisscrewy family.

“No.”

“Jason. Peter. Todd. You. Owe. Me.” Raven growled at him asshe saw eyes landing on them, Jason hid a bit more under his Gotham Knight hat.

“I hate you.”

“You adore me, so come along minion,” she countered as shedragged him along.

“Advisor,” he disgruntledly corrected as he caught her waistand picked her up onto the hay ride before she grabbed his hand so he followed.

“You wish.”

“I’m warning you, just cause you’re the queen does not meanyou get to demote me at whim.”

“Fine, you can remain an advisor,” Raven sighed as she sat almoston Jason’s lap; there was no room with the other people here. Jason just sighedand she squeaked when she was tugged down onto his lap, his arms looping aroundher waist as his chin rested on her head.

“You’re a pain in the ass little bird,” he muttered.

“This from you?” she sputtered. His amusement was rollingoff him in waves, she could almost see his shit face grin and she kind ofwanted to punch him for that grin; though she couldn’t see it.

“Hey, how was New Mexico?” he asked.

“It was… good,” she sighed just leaning on him now. “Reallygood. Unnervingly good. I’m not sure if that’s a good thing.”

“It was good, sunshine,” he pointed out.

“True, but I mean, given my history, good stuff never stayslong.”

“Look at you brother and moms,” he countered.

“All of them picked me. They had a choice, Alice and thefamily, they’re related to me whether they like that or not, and as they saw, I’m…I…” she sighed.

“You’re a Queen Rae,” he reminded her.

“Queen of Hell,” she snorted.

“Semantics,” he dismissed. “And after all the pushing you doon me about my family I’ll push this to annoy you.”

“You would,” she sighed.

“So do you like them?”

“I don’t think like is the operative word, Jay.”

“Then what is?”

“I think I’m… fascinated by them. They were… Alice isnothing like my mother, and yet there’s this fire in her that’s so much likewhat my mother had,” Raven admitted. “She also reminds me of my mother,” shewhispered.

“Nothing wrong with that.”

“I know. But… being around me, Mary’s… magic manifested,”she said in a hushed tone.

“Roy said something like that, said there was a school in Louisianashe was offered to go to too.”

“I know, but… Jay, magic like that, it wasn’t… it wasdormant, she was normal, she was free, and then she hangs around me and… nowshe’s not…” she managed awkwardly not wanting to draw attention to themselves.

“You can’t blame yourself for magic, little bird. You’repractically walking magic,” he said smugly.

“That’s not the point Jason, she was normal. She was a normalthirteen year old girl, who didn’t have to deal with that sort of responsibilitynor did she have to have the crushing weight of the truth shoved on hershoulders about my magic. I destroyed her innocence,” Raven murmured.

“I doubt that. Look, I don’t know much about thesupernatural or the magic of the world Rae, but you, you are magic, and you don’truin things by being magic,” he said and she looked up at her best friend now. “Takeit from the King of Fuck Ups, you’re in the clear Queen.”

“And now I remember how charming you are when you’reschmoozing it on.”

“I’m schmoozing nothing, little bird!” he squawked.

“You know, I still think you’re the best friend I’ve everhad.”

“So you forgive me for stealing your book and mind and I’moff the shit list to live my life in peace as a Tibetan Buddhist Monk?”

“Not a chance.”

“Fuck, it was worth a shot.”

“Thanks Jay.”

“For what?”

“For being my best friend.”

“I don’t do chick flick moments, but right back at you, andwe are never letting the demon brat find out about this or he’ll think up more decrepitthings than the mistletoe and KissCam,” Jason sighed.

“We gotta figure out how to get him to stop that,” Raven admitted.

“Until the little gremlin actually gets pervy we can leavehim to his decrepit fantasies.”

“They’re getting annoying.”

“True, but we’re cool so why worry about the demon spawn?”

“I’d be insulted, but I know what you mean.”

“Besides, it’s not like we’re ever going to be more thanbest friends, so he won’t succeed.”

“True, he’s still an annoying little gremlin.”

“Ah-ha! So you admit he’s a gremlin!”

“I’ve never denied it.”

“Then what the hell are the rest of us!?”

“Dick’s an angel, Tim’s a vampire, Damian’s a gremlin, Terry’sa werewolf, Cass is a fairy, Stephanie is an agent of Chaos, Helena is ananimagus, Mar’i’s a sprite, and Duke’s obvious some sort of wizard.”

“What the hell am I!?”

“I thought it was obvious you were a Zombie.”

“Bloody demon, I’d feast on your brains first!”

“It’s only embarrassing that you’re a zombie and you havenever thought your family’s brains are appealing.”

“They don’t have brains. It requires an iota of commonsense, they obviously have none.”

“Well, as the Queen I ‘d advise you to look else where foryour brain fetish.”

“It’s a feast. And why!? You’re be so tasty with how smartyou are!” he whined.

“They’re safely tucked away, in a different book.”

“The travesty of that.”

“But you see, they’re safe, you’d never harm a book!” shemocked the challenge.

“Well, if I ate your brains, I’d be stuck with nitwitsanyway, and that’s a travesty I cannot handle little bird. All my stimulatingcompany narrows to just Alfred, and he’s a god, but busy.”

“And this is why I’m the Queen.”

“The Black Queen on the chess board.”

“I could be the White Queen!”

“Love, you are neither blonde enough, nor are you sluttyenough to be the White Queen.”

“Are you mocking me?”

“No. Merely stating facts, and hey, look, a scarecrow. Can Imail that to Arkham?”

“And you wonder why people have issues with Gotham.”

“I’ve never wondered!”

“Uh-huh. At least my Mets don’t suck balls like the GothamKnights.”

“You’re fitting dirty demon, don’t start something we can’tfinish.”

“Test me, human.”

#bluboothalassophile #fanfic #one #hopes for a bastard #hopes for a bastard universe #jason todd #raven

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sroloc--elbisivni · 7 years

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to take it slow

For @misspandalily for the @yjficexchange Valentine’s Day event! I had so much fun with your prompt. I didn’t manage to fit in as much Conner/M’gann or Dick/Zatanna as you’d like, probably, sorry!

Spitfire Wreck-it-Ralph AU of sorts--Artemis, Solo Mission resident, has very good aim and a bone to pick with one speedy chowhound. Also, lemonade, smuggling, and discussions of what it means to be good or bad. Title from Owl City.

“Is it true that you tried using Wally for target practice?”

Artemis looked up from her bow to frown at M’gann, who was hovering nearby in her Ghost skin, just a blur against the dark night sky. It was always night in Solo Mission—added to the drama, supposedly. It got on Artemis’s nerves sometimes.

“He dodged,” Artemis pointed out, flicking off a bit of cotton candy fuzz. “He always dodges. He’s fast, it’s his thing.”

“Artemis…” M’gann shifted into her Alien skin and sat down. “You know, just asking him to go to Tappers with you would probably be an easier way to get his attention.”

Artemis sputtered. “I’m not trying to get his attention, I want him to leave me alone!”

“So you went to his game and shot arrows at him?” M’gann reached over to Artemis’s quiver and pulled off a piece of taffy bark before she could deny it.

“I was making a point,” Artemis said stiffly. “And I didn’t want to risk shooting at him here and having him not regenerate. You think I like pulling sugar off my stuff?”

M’gann continued looking skeptical and Artemis decided it was time to play dirty.

“You know, I was just about to go visit Conner’s corner of the game. He’s been practicing on the wrestling minigame again. Shirtless.”

M’gan made an adorable squeaking sound and went Ghost, fading into the background and drifting away. Artemis rolled her eyes, slung her bow over her back and jumped up into the trees, sneaking away.

Artemis was very good at sneaking. It was pretty much a requirement for being a sniper in a game about secret agents and operatives. Cheshire could still pull one over on her when the game was in two-player mode, but Artemis would maintain until their game was unplugged that powerups that could turn you invisible were cheating.

Speaking of Cheshire, Artemis hadn’t really seen her drifting around the Black Forest lately. As long as she was there in case someone wanted to select her at opening time, though, that wasn’t Artemis's problem.

Artemis made her way to the edge of the game and caught the train out of Solo Mission into the main concourse and then through to Enchantress.

Zatanna’s home was an example of just how creative bored game designers could get when the laws of physics didn’t have to apply. Staircases ran upside down and backwards, one floor might run directly into the one above it using an ordinary door, and a candle in one corner illuminated the next room over. It was hard to tell what was a glitch and what was intentional, and Zatanna wasn’t telling. Artemis had caught on to the fastest route after a few years visiting the Tower, though.

She pushed the gems on the wall in the right pattern and a section of bricks slid aside to show the hidden potion market level Zatanna used to host customers.

Tappers was more popular, and open on a schedule, but Artemis liked the Tower. It was quiet, and had decent drinks, and sometimes Zatanna would whip together potions that tasted strange but made Artemis feel loose and relaxed and less on-edge. Even if she wasn’t there, Artemis had a standing invitation to sit and rest, and it was somewhere reasonably private that wasn’t her barracks bunk at Solo Mission’s HQ or up a tree.

“Hello? Zee?” Artemis couldn’t see Zatanna behind the counter, so she wandered a little further in and plunked down on one of the stools. Her bow and quiver just fit under the counter, and she made sure to hook her foot through a strap so no one could swipe it.

Artemis—like Connor, and Cheshire, and everyone else from combat games—was never sure how much of her paranoia had been programmed in and how much was just her. But she didn’t regret it when a blur whooshed out of the back storeroom.

“Welcome to the Enchantress’s Tower, what can I—oh. It’s you.”

“Wally.” Artemis propped her chin on one hand, giving him her best dead-eyed stare. “Where’s Zatanna?”

“Over at Skyline, visiting Dick."

“And you’re here because…?”

“I owed her a favor.” He dusted his hands together quickly, but not so quick that Artemis didn’t catch a glimpse of a red streak.

“Are you smuggling her boosts from your game again?” Artemis asked.

“What? No,” Wally blurted out, a little too quickly.

She kept up the stare.

“Okay, maybe. A couple. It’s not like anyone else can really use them, they just taste good.”

“And if the Surge Protector catches you, you’ll be in big trouble,” she said flatly. She thought it had been a little too easy to get through the station. He must have been distracted trying to catch contraband.

“Well someone’s acting pretty holier-than-thou after shooting arrows at me!” he huffed.

“You dodged,” Artemis snapped, echoing the point she’d made earlier to M’gann. “I knew you could dodge, you knew you could dodge, and even if I had hit you, you were in your game, where you could have just picked up a burrito and been all fine and dandy in five seconds.”

“Burritos plants provide constitution boosts, not healing,” Wally corrected her.

“Right. Because that’s a very important distinction.”

“It is!”

Artemis drummed the fingers of her free hand on the countertop and sighed. “Could I just—get a lemonade? Quickly?”

“Hey, everything I do is quick.”

Artemis let the opportunity for innuendo pass, because she was never sure how much of that kind of thing Wally understood anyways. Her lemonade arrived at a reasonably fast rate, anyways.

“So eager to get out of here?” he asked, cleaning the juice he’d spilled off the counter.

“I don’t want to be here if the Surge Protector comes sniffing for contraband,” she admitted, and took a sip of what was actually pretty good lemonade.

“Why not?”

Artemis snorted into her glass. “Because I’m the first one he’ll look at. Do the words 'choose your own alignment’ mean anything to you? Solo Mission. One person. One mission. Not always nice. Sometimes I’m the good guy, sometimes I’m the bad guy. It all depends on what whoever’s steering wants. Surge Protector always thinks I’m always ready to pull something.”

“But—you wouldn’t.”

“Smuggle contraband? Nah, there’s nothing in my game that’s worth it.”

“No, I mean—be the bad guy. On your own, not what the players pick for you. That doesn’t matter anyways. You’re a good person.”

Artemis looked up at that, surprised. Wally was leaning on the counter, rag tucked under his arms and expression very earnest. She ended up looking down at her glass again, suddenly flustered. “Well—thanks. Wally. You’re a good person too. Smuggling aside.”

He grinned. “Why, thank you.”

Wally started wiping down glasses and there was a comfortable silence between them for a couple moments, until she blurted out, “I wouldn’t have shot you. Though.”

He looked up, something tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Really?”

“No. I’ve got better aim than that.”

“I know."

It was a quiet night. He wiped glasses and she drank her lemonade slowly and no one else came in until Zatanna came back looking giggly and it was time for them both to head back to their respective games before the arcade opened.

The next night, Artemis was hanging out in a taffy-and-cotton-candy tree again, trying to keep from staying in one place so long she got stuck and watching the path through the level for a running shape.

This time, she made sure that one of her net arrows was within reach, and when she saw an approaching red blur, she had it ready and arcing away at just the right time.

The yelp and thud was as satisfying as any victory medal for beating Cheshire or Conner to a target.

Artemis swung down out of the tree and landed on the grass next to Wally. He was pulling the net off his head, looking exasperated.

“Told you I had better aim than that.”

He rolled his eyes and tossed the bundle of cords and weights at her. “You could have just asked me to slow down.”

“I know.” She stuck the bundle under her head and leaned back to use it as a pillow, enjoying the sight of the bright blue sky. “This was more fun."

#Young justice #young justice fanfiction #Spitfire #Artemis Crock #yjficexchange #i like to imagine wally's game is sort of like Sonic? he runs around picking up food for powerups or to raise healing points or something #zatanna's Tower is mostly a puzzle game with different levels and riddles #M'gann has a bunch of different skins like how mario has frost or fire flowers #Solo Mission is just...secret agents doing stuff and the other characters try to stop them from completing their mission #different factions and stuff #two players can compete against each other or work together #these might not work as actual arcade games i know very little about video games DON'T JUDGE ME #her game is about an alien trying to blend in a bunch of different places so she gets a bunch of different abilities #skyline is a heist game #i have not written yj fic in ages this was SO MUCH FUN #and i like this AU a lot #sroloc writes stuff #This team thing might just work out #young justice fanfic #my fanfic

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rantceratops · 7 years

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Secrets

It’s been a while since I did one of my rewatch posts, and what better episode to hop back into the swing of things than Secrets? I remember the morning after this episode aired, I got my mom to sit down and watch it with me over breakfast because Artemis and Zee kicked so much ass and I figured she’d appreciate that (as well as the Marvin the Martian reference, hehe).

Nothing bad ever happens on Halloween, amiright?

I like how that museum curator guy just happens to decide that he REALLY needs to say the Beowulf sword incantation for that cop, you know, just in case some wacko in a cut up trench coat is crouching up in the rafters nearby and might need it or something. How considerate! (dude, you could have prevented this ENTIRE episode from happening if you had not said that. YOU HAD ONE JOB.)

“Mediocrity such as this is never far from Harm.” Is Harm insinuating that he attracts mediocrity? I know he means that as a compliment to himself but I just can’t help but see it as he’s a loser so he attracts other losers.

Harm reminds me of a guy that I went to high school with, that always had really long hair and wore all black and a trench coat like all the fucking time. I shit you not I think of that guy every time I watch this episode, the resemblance is uncanny.

In fact now I’m just imagining that Harm was some fucking edgelord that was like obsessed with old legends and creepy shit and then somehow got stuck on the Beowulf legend and the sword and started taking things too far.

LOL, Museum Curator is like okay see you guys, we’re fucked.

“The legends say the heart must be pure, they never said pure good.” You know, he really does have a point.

“Really, you’re not going to join in? What kind of wolf are you?” The kind that doesn’t respond to what arguably sounds like an actual dying dog, Wally.

Leave it to Conner to get Megan to wrap some toilet paper all over him and call himself a mummy. (I’m just kidding it’s probably not toilet paper but still)

Wally please stop with your face

Awww, poor Billy! He wants to hang out with the Team! He’s so precious <3

AW YEAH AND HERE ARE THE LADIES OF THE HOUR. (well actually of the half hour but)

Okay, I really do not fucking have a clue as to why, but for some reason whenever I see Artemis in that vampire get-up my brain likens her to one of those uh... ugh, that Scooby-Doo movie with the three sisters that sang in it? Were they humans or vampires? I don’t remember but for some odd ass reason I get vibes of one of those chicks (or all of them?) from Artemis the vampire. IT’S WEIRD.

Also why didn’t they give Artemis fangs. LOST. OPPORTUNITY.

On a shippers note I find it interesting that Wally is a werewolf and Artemis is a vampire. Obviously those two creatures of the night are often heavily entwined, be it as star-crossed lovers a la Underworld, or something more like Van Helsing. I wonder if the choice was intentional, or perhaps coincidental... considering there is 0 Wally and Artemis interaction in this episode. (kind of a shame, tbh, I feel there might have been some funny potential in at least having them comment on each other’s costumes or something at the beginning) Not to mention the fact that Artemis’s angry attitude in this episode has a whole lot to do with Wally, despite no interaction.

The Justice League didn’t have a Halloween Party!? WHAT A BUNCH OF LOSERS.

You know, I don’t believe that Wally or Artemis were really 100% oblivious to Conner and M’gann being a thing. I think for both of their parts it was something more along the lines of wishful thinking, or perhaps shrugging off certain blatant signs of affection as nothing more than friendship. Considering that Greg said neither Wally nor Artemis took the revelation as hard as they appear to (moreso in Artemis’s case, as Wally gets over it pretty much immediately compared to her) I think that deep down they were both kidding themselves. As has been said many times before, Conner and M’gann were merely distractions for both of them, somewhere to focus their affections when they were too scared to admit they liked the other, or when the other seemed unobtainable to them. Crutch crushes, if you will. For Artemis, Wally seemed out of reach, so she went back to hot, beefy Conner; for Wally, his intense and undeniable feelings for Artemis began to scare him, so he went back to safe, sweet Megan instead of confronting those feelings.

“You are so making this up to me later.” I think we all know what that means...

“Girl’s night out.”

Artemis is like AW YEAH MISPLACED AGGRESSION TIME.

“I know Artemis isn’t shooting straight. For starter’s she isn’t Green Arrow’s niece.” “What?” “Well, yeah, in fact she’s related to--” Awww, Dick was just so unconcerned about it and I love that. Like, he KNOWS and he doesn’t even consider for two seconds that Artemis is the Team mole. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: DICK AND ARTEMIS’S FRIENDSHIP IS SO IMPORTANT. (if you don’t think that Dick hacked into the Bat-computer and looked up info on Artemis pretty much the night she joined then you’re wrong)

Four for you, YJ Bats, sticking up for Artemis’s right to have a secret identity! See, this is the kind of times that I like Batman.

Why does Dick almost seem sad about there not being a traitor? I never could quite figure out what that expression of his is supposed to mean, unless it’s just a kind of like “I’m stumped” kind of sad/deflated thing. IDK

I was sooooo glad we got an episode of Zee and Artemis being badasses on motorcycles, considering those two were absent for the brief motorcycle fun times in Schooled.

I also liked the headcanon that Zatanna was borrowing Robin’s motorcycle in this episode, huehue. (too bad it uh... blew up)

I fucking love that Artemis has this kind of... like, attitude of being pissed off and just wanting to pummel the shit out of something instead of actually talk about it, especially considering it’s a matter of the heart. I don’t think Artemis follows the closed off trope per se, but she’s just so convinced that Wally doesn’t want her and that the Team would shun her if they found out about her family that she’s closing herself off where she normally wouldn’t. Like, I love that Zatanna tries to be a good friend and let her talk it out, but Artemis is only interested and venting some of her pent up anger on some hapless bastards. Her feelings and her secrets are eating her up from the inside out at this point.

“What I need is something to beat up.”

God Artemis is such a badass, can we just appreciate the fact that she’s a badass enough archer to fucking nail very precise targets from a moving vehicle? And then like, punches some guy as she’s driving past and finishes him off?

Harm is a fucking creeper.

“You know, there were easier ways to take them.” “Pfft, they had it coming, no harm done.” THAT’S RIGHT ARTEMIS YOU KICK BITCHES IN THE FACE. (especially considering the implications of what they were going to do when circling that blonde girl... they definitely deserved the punishment Artemis dished out)

“We get it, your name is Harm!”

“Their ridiculous garb--” Excuse me? Coming from the guy with no shirt on and a ripped up trench coat thing? Come on brah, who’s really ridiculous here? My ladies have style!

Let’s just take a moment to appreciate Zatanna’s awesome flip thing while saving Artemis, shall we?

Oh my god I forever love that Zatanna changes her fucking boots mid chase sequence because they’re impractical. XD

I’m always just a little bit disappointed that the dagger that slices Artemis’s mask didn’t leave a bloody scratch. Like, they could have gotten away with a red line on her cheek to represent it being a scratch. Idk, I’ve seen fics where she does have one and Wally asks about it and stuff like that, I choose to headcanon it nicked her skin.

I also kind of like that Zatanna lasts about two seconds against Harm but Artemis holds her own for a good minute or so. My point being that there’s an obvious contrast in each of their training, that Zatanna probably doesn’t physically fight very much due to her spells, where as Artemis is quite proficiently trained in melee as well as her bow and arrows. It’s also an interesting contrast in that they’re both technically “ranged” heroes if you will, but one of them is still more melee inclined than the other. This is in no way saying Zatanna is weak, I’m sure she at least knows some basic fighting/defense, I’m sure Zatara would’ve taught her something, but Artemis is clearly the winner here, especially with her upbringing (god knows all the shit Lawrence taught her). And in general I greatly appreciate that Artemis could have very easily just been the stereotypical “girl’s are ranged” trope with no combat prowess at all, but instead she’s inclined to both ways of fighting and in fact spends the majority of season 2 fighting melee with a sword.

Appreciation time for the rooftop fight, as the choreography for it is particularly top-notch!

Also, Artemis is fierce!

“You wanna play without the toys?”

Artemis, please, stop, you can’t just unleash that much of your badassery at once, it’s bad for my health!

Shipper goggles: When Harm hits Artemis in the face I’m always just like wondering how Wally would have reacted to that. For no other reason than shipper reasons. I would’ve just loved to see him be all like AW HELL NAW and just rush Harm recklessly and probably get his ass whooped.

“The martians are coming, the martians are coming!” Oh my fucking GOD this part cracks me the fuck up every time.

“Watch out! They have disintegration rays!” Conner, honey, I can tell you that you’re not getting an Oscar for that line delivery anytime soon.

THE CORNY ASS MUSIC I CANT

Wally is so silent this whole episode, though, tbh. He has like two lines at the beginning and then yells about martians, but other than that he’s completely silent, it’s weird.

SUDDENLY IT’S SAW UP IN HERE.

ARTEMIS AND ZEE USING STOVE GAS TO BLOW HIM THE FUCK UP, A++.

Oh, man, Artemis getting so... just absolutely fucking livid when she finds out that Harm murdered his sister. “You did this! To your own sister! And you had the gall to write beloved!” Like, she can’t even imagine doing that to Jade, or Jade doing that to her. They are very obviously on the opposite sides of the law, but when it comes down to it Jade nor Artemis would ever do anything that would kill the other, they love each other, and the idea that someone could do that to their own sibling just fucking appalls her.

“It can’t fight us while it fights itself!” FUCK HIM UP, ART!

How does that boot taste, mother fucker?!

“I still can’t believe someone could do that to his own sister... I mean if my...”

:((( Artemis you hurt me.

#ranty rewatches young justice

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bluboothalassophile · 6 years

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A Weekend We’ll Never Remember!

Complicatedly Simple...

One Day Later…

Dick sat on a plane with Jason, and Jason was reading a book, B was flying and the silence was stifling as the girls weren’t with them.

“Any idea where Kori and Raven went?” Dick asked.

“Nope,” Jason replied, popping his ‘p’ in that irritating way which grated Dick’s teeth.

Dick must have made some sort of sound because Jason looked over the edge of his book then with narrowed blue eyes (not a tint of green in them for the first time in so long). “Listen Dickhead, Kori said she wanted time to think, soberly, without you, so I said sure and gave her the money. Besides that, I owe Raven a vacation and gave her the money to go wherever the hell she wanted to go.”

“You and Kori seem close.”

“Yup,” Jason agreed; again, popping his ‘p’ in that grating way.

“Jason…” Dick started.

“Shut up,” Jason snapped, then looked at the cockpit before setting his book down and jabbing his finger at Dick with that authority look Bruce had when Bruce was mad with them. “Listen closely Dickhead because I’m only going to say this once, because I swear to fucking God if you tell anyone I said this I’ll cut out your tongue and feed it to eels or something before denying it for all of eternity.

“If you want Kori, you’re going to go home, you’re going to straighten out this fucking mess with Shawn; I don’t want details, but you can’t have both Dickhead so it’s either Kori or Shawn. And for once I hope you’re smart because if you break Kori’s heart I will hunt you down and kill you in the most painful way I know how to. You will straighten out this thing with Shawn, and once that’s done, you’ll call Kori. Don’t think I’m giving you the number now, but sort out Shawn and I will.

“Then you’re going to move, new place, not your bachelor pad, then you’ll court Kori, for real. Don’t even think about the sex shit until she says she wants it because she’ll smack you, no, she’ll blast you. And if you survive all that, you’ll marry her proper and not fuck it up.”

“Any suggestions for the first date?” Dick asked his little brother blandly.

“She likes dancing, try taking her out for salsa or tango or something,” Jason shrugged picking his book up again and Dick just blinked at Jason’s answer.

“Dancing?”

“Are you deaf Dickhead?” Jason retorted.

“And you’re helping me why?”

“Because Kori loves you, Dick, and not the teen puppy love you had for her as teens. Kori is head over heels, will die for you, will destroy worlds for you in love with you, and you fucked it up. I want my friend happy,” Jason shrugged.

“Uh-huh,” Dick managed. He was a bit shocked by Jason’s answer. “Is that Raven’s book.”

“Yup,” Jason went back to popping his ‘p’s then.

Dick was a bit annoyed and relieved with what Jason had said. And made a mental note to harass Jason for more information on his thoughts on Raven.

~~~*~*~*~~~

Dick walked into his apartment after Jason and Bruce had parted ways with him; Jason griping about being dragged off for a proper scolding from Alfred; apparently blowing up Vegas was not acceptable. Which had Dick mentally reminding himself that he needed to check this weekend’s news about the antics Jason and Raven had gotten into. Tim had texted him, but Dick just hadn’t looked at his phone yet. He had other things on his mind as he walked into his apartment to find Shawn sitting on his couch as he dropped his keys in the dish he had for keys. A slob he may be, but he wasn’t losing his keys of all things.

“Shawn, we need to talk,” he started as he slowly let his bag slide from his shoulder to the ground. Shawn tilted her teal head back and he saw dark brown eyes glaring at him.

“Oh, we do, do we?”

“Yes we do,” he said as calmly as he could.

“Like… your marriage!” she gasped dramatically surging to her feet. “Yeah, Dick I know all about the new Missus Richard ‘Dick’ John Grayson! You fucking called me to tell me about her!”

“I only got drunk enough to marry her because you were cheating on me!” he roared back.

“I!” she started.

“Don’t Lie To Me Shawn! I Got The Damn Photos!” he growled as he glared down at her.

“I…”

“You lied to me, you used me and lied to me! Was the kid even mine!? No, don’t answer that, I’m done Shawn, I’m done with all this, I’m done fighting you, and fighting for something that isn’t even real. I’m done.”

“You got married!” She screamed.

“Yes!” he shouted back. “To a woman I love! I’ve loved Kori since I was seventeen years old! And I will continue to love her until the day I die Shawn! It’s always been Kori, it always will be Kori, I’m sorry if that’s unfair with you but I wouldn’t cheat on you. No matter how miserable, or how bad this could get between us. I never cheated on you.”

“You married someone else!” she shrieked.

“And You Slept With Someone Else!” he roared. He wasn’t going to say either of them were right, they probably weren’t, but couldn’t she see that the moment she slept with another man they were done. Done. Dick didn’t cheat, and he didn’t date cheaters. He didn’t care, because the moment you stepped out on one another it was done.

“I didn’t!” she started.

He pulled out his phone and shoved it at her.

“Don’t even try it,” he spat out as he showed her the photos. “Now you can get your stuff and leave, or I can throw you out and pitch your stuff Shawn, because I’m done.”

She stared at him with a red face and furious brown eyes.

~~~*~*~*~~~

Dick sighed as he walked towards the apartment door of Wally West’s apartment and knocked. Things between Shawn and him had spilled over into the street with him and her in a shouting match, and after he finally got her and her shit out of his apartment he had walked back in feeling disgusted to stay there.

Calling work, he took leave, and then he had gotten a plane ticket for Keystone City. And was just now making his way up to Wally’s shared apartment with his longtime girlfriend, Artemis Crock. Lifting a heavy hand Dick knocked tiredly, and it opened.

“Hey man,” Dick sighed tiredly.

“Dick!?” Wally blinked.

“Who is it Wally?”

“It’s Dick!” he shouted.

“Look, I wouldn’t be here if,” Dick started.

“Well don’t just let him stand there, come on in,” Artemis shoved her way through them and dragged him in. Dick stumbled, dropped his bag, which Wally caught as he shoved the door shut.

“Hey man, you always got a bed here,” Wally grinned.

“Thanks,” he breathed.

“Saw everything that happened on the news this weekend; did Jason and Raven really tear up Las Vegas and the Zucco family?”

“I have no idea, I don’t even remember this weekend. But I’m married now, to Koriand’r,” Dick replied.

“No shit,” Wally laughed. “You called me drunk about that.”

“Then maybe you can fill me in about my wedding; because I don’t remember it!” Dick snapped.

“Come on man, I got pizza, I’ll fill you in on what I know.”

~~~*~*~*~~~

Roy was sleeping in the bungalow, Jason was detained in Gotham by his father, and Raven was stretched out in the shade reading a book when Kori walked down towards the beach. She sighed as she looked up at the blue sky.

“What is it?” Raven asked looking up.

“I am uncertain about the union between myself and Dick,” she admitted tiredly.

Raven sighed as she sat up, shutting her book. “Kori, do you love him?”

“Very much, but,” she started.

“Does he love you?” Raven cut off.

“He claims to, but,” she started again.

“Kori, let go of the past, you can’t change it, and I can’t help you change it. Yes, you two fell apart before but you were both young and stupid, and you were both leaping without thinking. No doubt if you had actually gotten married then you’d have fallen apart. So while yes, you both got broken hearts the first time around, you’ve both grown and changed since then, and now you need to decide if you’re going to let the past continue to influence you or not.”

“Raven, it is not that simple.”

“No, it isn’t. And it is,” Raven snapped. Kori’s head snapped over to her friend then. “It’s complicatedly simple and you have the power to change it this time around Kori. So either grow up and work at this or stay stuck in the past.”

“You are very authoritative,” Kori mused blandly.

“I’ve been in charge of the Titans too long.” Raven retorted walking off.

And Kori sighed as she looked down at the sand then. It was that complicatedly simple, and that was the scary part.

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