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toastedkiwi · 5 months

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The Reveal

The Justice League being obsessed with celeb gossip mainly because it keeps shit light. A main topic happens to be Bruce Wayne- an obnoxiously hot billionaire with a heart of gold in a world of darkness and his recent fiancée who’s got him smiling even brighter. It’s hope. Because even though this orphaned billionaire went through some crazy heartbreaking shit, he’s still bright… and a dumb dork.

However, they don’t know that the man of the hour is in the room with them— the scowling dark knight. They proclaim he’s just jealous that Gotham’s White Knight is more lovable… but that’s the point. He keeps things separate. He has for a whole decade. Nobody knows who is under the cowl except for The Martian but he won’t reveal the secret. It’s been a whole decade since the Justice League assembled.

An incident changes everything. They— The Flash and Superman had witnessed Batman kissing a kidnapped victim, the future Mrs. Wayne, and holding her like a lover would. And she’s clutching onto him so tightly— Batman doesn’t let anybody touch him except for the occasional kid and sidekick that can get away with such behavior.

The Flash spilled the details to everyone in the original crew. They’re filled with shock and disbelief. How could she do that? How could he?

It turns into a scolding the second Batman walked into the conference room. When I said to get out of the cave, I didn’t mean that! -That is highly unethical behavior, Bats. I’d never expected you to be crossing that line! -How could you do that to Brucie?!

The cowl came off. The bright blue almost icy eyes that the gays, theys, and gals have been fawning over look at them. They see the faint facial scars from “kidnappings” that make it known he’s a survivor. The black cropped hair is messy, ruffled. A white bandage is over his nose. There’s slight discoloration on his right cheekbone with minimal swelling.

“Are you guys done talking about my “affair” yet?” is all Bruce asked with a smirk.

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superbat-love · 2 months

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Barry: Hey Clark, we heard about your recent breakup. Really sorry to hear that, man.

Clark: [gloomily] Yeah...

Bruce: [stares out the window]

Arthur: You will meet someone better suited for you one day—your destined soulmate.

Clark: I hope so.

Bruce:

Hal: I mean, who wouldn't go for you? You're strong, smart and handsome!

Clark: Thanks Hal.

Barry: Yeah! I’m sure you'll meet someone who's just as kind and attentive and knows how to cheer you up whenever you're feeling down.

Clark: Mn.

Hal: Hey, there's this new bar that just opened up in downtown Metropolis! We should go and check it out this weekend! Whaddya say?

Arthur, Hal and Barry stare expectantly at Bruce.

Bruce: [slowly turns to look at Clark] I like the look of your bleeding heart.

Arthur, Hal & Barry: ???

Clark: [visibly cheers up] Thanks Bruce! You know, it took a few attempts to grow those flowers in outer space, but I finally got it right! They look slightly different from those cultivated on Earth, but I find them unique. I'm glad you like them too!

Arthur, Hal & Barry: It worked?!

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bia-wayne-west · 3 months

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Children of the future.

— Barry Allen X Reader

Synopsis : Barry Allen goes into the future by accident and finds out that in the future he is married to his best friend, Y/N and has two adorable children.

Characters : Barry Allen [Flash] and Reader [ You ]

Warnings: none.

A/N: I love reading imagines where Barry has kids and is married, so I decided to write another one. Hope you like. Reblog if you like.

Sorry for the writing errors, I'm not fluent in English.

Requests are open

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Barry Allen was running like lightning. Cisco decided to test Barry's speed by making him run as fast as he could.

The leaves of the trees swayed as he passed, leaving everything in disarray along the way. Barry didn't care if he was going too fast, until a crack opened in front of him and he couldn't stop.

The speedstet was thrown to the wet grass ground. He quickly stood up and looked around, wondering if it was to the past or the future. Everything was normal.

Barry noticed that there were some buildings in places that were once houses and assumed that he was in the future. He knew he couldn't risk changing the future, but he was curious.

He was surprised to see the name “Allen” engraved on the mailbox of a large house. The house was white and had three floors. He approached, seeing that on the porch of the house there was a swing and a dog house with the name “Grant” engraved on it.

Barry questioned whether he actually read the right name on the mailbox. He didn't have much time to think before a big, fat dog ran towards him, knocking Flash to the ground. The dog caught him off guard.

The animal began to lick his face, making him laugh. Barry carefully pushed the dog away, standing up.

“Sit down!” He said to the dog and to Barry's surprise, the animal obeyed and sat down on the grass. The dog wagged its tail and seemed very happy.

Flash heard laughter coming from the door. He looked up and let out an exclamation of surprise when he saw that Y/N was standing in front of the door, arms crossed.

“I thought you wouldn't be back until tomorrow. Cisco called saying you had an accident in Star City.” Y/N said, walking towards Barry.

The man tried to find words to respond to his friend, but was petrified when he received a kiss from his childhood friend.

The woman ran her hand through Barry's brown hair and looked at him tenderly. Flash noticed that she had a beautiful ring on her fingers. She got married.

Y/N kissed Barry again, leaving him in a state of panic. The brunette never thought about kissing his friend, since he was in love with Iris.

“Let's go. Benjamin and Anastasia are alone long enough to set the house on fire.” Y/N said, pulling the speedster's hand to force him into the house.

“Benjamin and Anastasia?” He asked, frowning. Who were these people?

“Are you going to say you forgot your children's names?” Y/N asked in a playful tone. Barry opened his mouth in shock.

Flash barely had time to say anything. Two small and cute bodies collided with Allen. They were children.

Benjamin and Anastasia they are kids. Barry and Y/N's children.

Flash opened his mouth but couldn't say a word. He looked at the kids who had Y/N's hair color and Barry's green eyes.

The boy looked a lot like Barry and had a very sweet smile. The girl looked like a beautiful princess.

“Daddy!” The girl said, extending her hand for Barry to take it. The speedster wondered if he should pick the girl up, but after Anastasia pouted at him, Barry grabbed the girl and gave her a big hug.

Barry had children. He started a family.

It wasn't with Iris as he imagined, but Y/N seemed to love him so intensely that it was clear there was a lot of love.

“Daddy. Ben, my mom and I made chocolate cake.” Anastasia said. Her voice was soft and sweet. Barry almost cried when the girl laid her head on his shoulder.

“Mom let me make the frosting with the mixer.” Benjamin, who looked to be two years older than Anastasia said, smiling proudly.

“It must be delicious.” Barry said smiling at the boy. The boy hugged Allen's leg.

The two children dragged Barry into the kitchen and made the speedster eat many pieces of cake and a pitcher of juice that Benjamin prepared. It was sour, but Barry enjoyed every drop to make the boy happy.

The house was big and warm. Barry couldn't tell if it was hot because of the heater or if it was because of the family that lived there. The kitchen of the house had a large blackboard glued to the counter where it indicated what needed to be bought at the market and who would wash the dishes that day.

Barry loved everything. It seemed strange at first, but now it was an incredible future. For the first time in his life, Barry felt that everything would work out in the end.

He thought the children were normal, that they weren't speedsters. But the moment Y/N dropped a glass, Benjamin ran like lightning and didn't let the object fall to the floor.

“Are you a speedster?” Barry asked with a face full of surprise.

“Of course my love.” Y/N said, emphasizing “my love”. In the present, she always called Barry ‘Allen’ or some stupid nickname. Barry liked to be called ‘my love’. “Our babies are just like you. Even though Anastasia hates running”

“I prefer to walk.” The girl said. It was the cutest sight Barry had ever seen. The little girl had a teddy bear on her lap and used a toy spoon to give the teddy bear some imaginary food.

“You look strange, dad.” Benjamin said. The boy was focused on a portable video game and barely looked at the people at the table.

“Seriously, Barry. Are you well? “ Y/N asked her husband. She noticed that the speedster was dazed and looked strange. “Children, can you keep the cake in the fridge and then go play in your bedrooms?”

“Yes mom.” The kids said at the same time. Benjamin used his super speed to put the cake in the refrigerator and went to his bedroom. Anastasia preferred to walk like a normal human being.

Y/N took Barry to the living room. The fireplace was lit for winter and some toys were lined up in the hallway. The dog that Barry assumed was family was lying on the couch with its belly up.

“What happened, Barry?” She asked as soon as Barry sat down in the room. She noticed that her husband seemed to have never set foot in the house and was looking at everything like a curious visitor.

“Anything. It's okay, honey.” Allen tried to sound convincing.

“Barry, I wanted to tell you something.” Y/N sat on Barry's lap, leaving him perplexed. The speedster stood as still as a statue as the woman placed a long kiss on his lips. “Do you like having two children?”

“Obviously. Ben and Ana are amazing kids.” Barry said, trying to sound like the father they know.

“Then I think you'll love having three children even more!” Y/N said, with watery eyes. She took a box out of her pocket and Barry recognized it as a pregnancy test box. “I found out two days ago, but I was going to wait for you to get back from Star City.”

“Are you pregnant?” Barry asked.

“Yes. Caitlin thinks I have five weeks. It's still the size of a bean, but I already love it so much.” Y/N said, rubbing her belly.

Y/N was surprised to receive a hug from her husband. Barry was shaking and seemed surprised, something strange since he already has two children.

Allen had tears in his eyes and Y/N returned the hug, laying her head on his shoulder.

“Thank you, Y/N.” Barry thanked him. “Thank you for being my family and for giving me three incredible children. You are perfect.”

“You gave it to me, Barry. You played an important role in creating them.” She said laughing. Flash was thinking about how weird it would be to have sex with his best friend. Barry had known Y/N since elementary school and had never thought of her in a romantic way.

Now, Barry envied future Barry, who had perfect children and a beautiful woman who loved him. The Flash hoped this was his future.

“How did we start dating?” The man asked, trying not to sound rude and irritate the woman.

“You were almost killed by a villain and I realized I loved you. But Iris also realized that she loved you. It took a long time for you to decide that you loved me and ask me to be your girlfriend.“ She explained laughing. “You're always quick, but you read a lot into some things.”

“Funny.” He said, squeezing Y/N's waist. Barry's cell phone rang and the woman got up from his lap, letting Flash pick up the phone and answer it.

“Dude, where are you? You were running and suddenly disappeared.” He heard Cisco say. Flash's friend was nervous.

“I'm coming, Cisco.” Barry said, then hung up without letting Cisco answer. “Y/N, I have to go. Cisco needs my help.”

“Sure honey.” Y/N said, giving her husband another kiss. “Come back early for dinner. Ben's notes arrived today and he wants you to see them at dinner time.”

“OK.” Barry looked closely at the woman and the house before heading to the door. This was a perfect future. “See you later, Y/N.”

“Save the world, Flash.” Y/N said, while stroking her own belly. Barry took one last look at Y/N before running to go back to the past.

Tears streamed down Barry's face as he ran. Barry always wanted to have a family and in the future he did, with a pet dog and warm hugs.

As soon as Barry returned to the present, he went straight to Star Labs. He knew that back then you were helping Caitlin take care of the imprisoned metahumans .

“Hey man, where were you?” Cisco asked as soon as Barry stopped in the middle of Star labs.

“I fainted during the race.” Flash lied, knowing he couldn't tell anyone about the future. “Where is Y/N?”

“She's giving lunch to the imprisoned metahumans. She always does this.”

Barry didn't respond to his friend. He ran straight towards Y/N.

She had a tray in her hand and was walking towards a prisoner's cell.

“Hello, Y/N.” Flash greeted the girl. She just looked at him and smiled, walking again. “I was thinking. We've been friends for a long time and we've never gone out to dinner just the two of us.”

“Why should you go out with Iris, your great unrequited love.” Y/N replied, making Barry grimace.

“Do you want to go out with me on Friday for dinner?” Barry invited his friend. She smiled, stopping walking and looking at the brunette.

“Since you insist so much, I agree to go out with you, Allen.” Y/N said, running her hand through Barry's hair. He smiled, thinking that it wouldn't be so bad to marry you in the future.

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niiwa-angel · 9 months

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I absolutely LOVE the fact that Bruce and Ollie HATE their best friends spouses. Oliver cannot stand Barry while Bruce Bat-Glares at Hal whenever they're in the same room. Leading up to the wedding, Ollie and Bruce who are both their buddies respective best man, are trying to convince their friend to leave.

Ollie throws Hal a bachelor party with exclusively blonde entertainment. Male and female. The bartenders are all blondes. He's hoping that Hal will find literally ANY other blonde to shack up with, as long as he doesnt have to deal with BARRY FUCKING ALLEN.

Bruce tries a different, slightly classier, slightly less legal means if breaking them up. Bribery. He approaches Hal after a League meeting and pulls him aside.

Bruce: fifty thousand right now, in your pocket, if you break up with Barry.

Hal, dumb as fuck bless his soul: Why would I break up with Barry for fifty thousand dollars?

Clark and Dinah are both annoyed at their partners for being so immature. Bruce is ready to break his no kill rule just to get Hal away from his mystery movie marathon buddy and Clark intercepts all of his plans.

Bruce: People die of food poisoning all the time, nobody would think twice.

Clark: If you kill Barry's soulmate with bad chicken, I will sic the entire Daily Planet investigative journalist team on you. No secret Bruce Wayne has ever had will be safe.

Bruce:😠

Ollie tries getting Hal to leave Barry.

Ollie: Are you sure you want to Marry BARRY of all people? He's bossy, he's a shut in, he's-

Dinah, fed the fuck up: He's smart, he's got a good career, he understands that being green lantern takes up a lot of your time, he's cute.

Hal: I know, he's so amazing 😍

Ollie, trying not to barf: 🤢

The day of the wedding they both dial it up to eleven. Bruce is in Barry's space helping him get ready but the whole time he's very supportive of the idea of leaving.

Bruce: I'm just saying, there is NOTHING wrong with not being sure, if you need more time to think, we can leave right now. I'll have Alfred drive us to the airport right now and we'll go eat our way through Europe, no questions asked.

Alfred, who is very much looking forward to this wedding: No I will not.

Jay, about to walk Barry down the aisle:😡

After they get through the wedding and have been together for a while, Bruce still kinda pushes for a break up.

Clark: Barry's birthday is coming up, what are you getting him?

Bruce, not looking up from his newspaper: a divorce attorney.

Alfred, reaching over and smacking him.

Bruce, after a long suffering sigh: and a new microscope for his lab. He's been wanting one.

Then Wally comes along and all attempts stop because Bruce and Ollie are not going to be the ones to break up a family.

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daedalusdavinci · 2 months

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24. superbat. this motherfucker JUST got to bed if any of u assholes wake him UP

24. Protecting your lover’s sleep as they doze on your lap, making sure nobody bothers them as they entrusted their peace to you. thinking about.... jlas superbat. i may not have followed this prompt to the letter but its very long so you get what you get at this point

It was just one of those days- one of those nights- one of those weeks- where one problem shifted right into the next without break, and they all found themselves running more ragged than usual. In the tower, heroes everywhere seemed sluggish and exhausted, running low on sleep and worn out from the last battle. Diana had tipped onto a couch and hadn't gotten back up again, and Wally had nearly passed out in the cafeteria, starting awake and drifting off again in the middle of a burger. After being pried away from the monitors, J'onn had gone straight to his room to sleep, and there were countless others who had followed his example.

Bruce was too stubborn. Clark was reasonably sure he'd been awake longer than anyone, but Clark could still see him typing away, doing god even knew what.

"I'll sleep when I finish," he said, before Clark had even said anything.

"I wasn't going to tell you to sleep," Clark said, taking that as his cue to approach.

"Yes, you were."

"I know better." Clark set a hand on the back of Bruce's chair, glancing briefly over the monitors. Logs, security feed, news reports- all of it a huge mess of information to sort through. Someone had to do it, but that someone didn't need to be Bruce.

Bruce looked tired. His shoulders sagged and his fingers hesitated, slow on the keys. He'd been drooping all day, attacking everything with the energy of a man on his very last leg. He'd sustained too many injuries during the fight. He'd been slow, and sloppy. He needed to sleep, but he'd never let Clark talk him into it if Clark let on that that was what he was doing.

"Can you do all this from anywhere?" Clark asked.

Bruce blinked slowly. "Not from anywhere."

"But from another computer."

"Yes. I have others."

"A laptop?"

"Yes." Bruce was eyeing him with suspicion, now, leaning back in his chair.

"Then you're doing it from there," Clark decided. "You can burn your retinas to your heart's content- I won't stop you. But I need company."

For a long moment, Bruce looked at him. Clark could practically hear the gears turning as he thought it over, taking longer to consider it than he usually would in his exhaustion. Then, finally, his gaze softened. He sighed, slumping back in his chair and rubbing his hands over his face. "Just don't watch one of your stupid cooking shows while I work."

"They're not stupid," Clark protested.

"Whatever." Bruce waved a hand, pushing himself up out of the chair. He hit a few more buttons, and the monitors condensed into the smallest screen, allowing Bruce to pull it off of its docking station. "Lead the way."

The tower had grown quiet and still with sleeping heroes. With his hearing, Clark could hear Booster and Ted's laughter from the cafeteria, but everywhere else had turned muffled and heavy with the air of sleep. People murmured back and forth to avoid waking up sleeping heroes in the commons, and most of the sleeping quarters were occupied. Somewhere, Wally got ready to portal home, while somewhere else, Oliver snored loudly. No one passed them on their way to Clark's room.

It was easy to get stuck on the fringes of his senses, listening to everything instead of whatever was closest. The need to keep an ear out for danger hadn't quite abided yet, and it left Clark feeling unmoored and anxious. Normally, it was a nuisance, but maybe this time it'd keep him awake long enough that Bruce would sleep first.

It was almost too easy to pile on his couch with Bruce. Normally, any attempt at getting Bruce to accept even a mediocrum of comfort resulted in a fight, but he sat without prompting, eyes never leaving his tablet. He didn't complain when Clark flopped down with a heap of blankets, even when Clark twisted to lean against the arm, swinging his legs across Bruce's lap. Somehow, they settled in like that; Bruce, on his tablet, and Clark, half-watching some nature show that was interesting enough, but not so interesting that it offended Bruce's sensibilities.

As the narrator droned on, Clark struggled to narrow in his focus. The lights from the TV flickered colors across the dark room, and it felt so quiet, surrounded by the suffocating vacuum of space. If he strained hard enough, he knew he could hear Earth, but he tried not to. He could feel each individual fiber of each blanket, and each snore in the building. The tap of Bruce's finger against the screen of his tablet felt obscenely loud. The constant shifting of his attention and the overwhelming amount of stimulus was exhausting, and he could feel himself sagging under it, so worn out that it was hard to hear the words coming from the TV. He rubbed his face, running through grounding exercises in his head to no avail. He wasn't sleeping, at least.

Bruce's hand came to rest on his knee. The pressure of it was enough to shock Clark out of his thoughts, but light, and gentle. Bruce hadn't looked up from his tablet, but his thumb tracked back and forth absently.

Slowly, Clark relaxed back into the couch again. His eyes fixed on the TV, but without really registering the pictures. He couldn't feel every fiber in the blankets, or hear every snore, but he was suddenly hyper-aware of that weight on his knee- a single point of focus that he locked on helplessly. It wasn't constant- every now and again, Bruce lifted his hand to tap the screen- but it always returned. Somehow, that caught Clark's attention more, leaving him waiting, expectant, caught on every detail of Bruce. The bracing warmth of Bruce's legs under his own, the vaguely ticklish stroke of his thumb, his breathing, steady and slow. Out of habit more than anything, he found Bruce's heartbeat, listening to the low thump of it until it felt like his own had slowed in turn. The familiarity of it was soothing, safe, protected, the reliability of the Batman unexpectedly grounding after so long.

His head slipped off his hand, and he started, eyes opening. He hadn't realized he'd closed them.

"Seems like I'm not the only one trying to stay up," Bruce commented.

"I'm not," Clark said. Although, maybe he was. He frowned through the haze of exhaustion, trying to focus on the TV.

"The life and death of a sea star are just that riveting," Bruce said, teasing under the deadpan.

"Shut up," Clark muttered, and shifted again, re-propping up his elbow on the arm of the couch.

It was difficult to understand how Bruce stayed awake. Without the cowl, the bags under his eyes were dark and deep, his expression something beyond exhausted. And yet, even now, wrapped up in blankets and secluded in the quiet comfort of Clark's room, listening to the soothing drone of a documentary, he tapped at that stupid tablet. Clark was beginning to doubt his ability to outlast him. The restless discomfort that had kept him awake earlier- his ace in the hole against Bruce's stubbornness- was fading into a sleepy warmth all too quickly.

And then, Bruce started to hum.

Clark could count on the fingers of one hand how many times he'd heard Bruce sing. Diana had once told him that Bruce had a voice so beautiful it could make a villain weep, but Clark had only ever heard it rarely, and never meant for him. It was a quiet lullaby, murmured to a baby that wouldn't stop crying as Clark searched for the mother, or a hum, pressed against Robin's hair in the aftermath of fear toxin. It had always felt like something he wasn't meant to hear. Now, through the ridiculous fog of exhaustion, Clark thought of sirens, calling soothingly to sailors from a distance.

Bruce's humming was soft and low, just under his breath. The tune was impossible to place, but haunting, and mournful. The sound of it seemed to vibrate through Clark, blanketing his senses until all he could focus on was just Bruce. Bruce was warm. He was safe, and close, and so confusingly present, as reliable as the tide. Time seemed to turn fluid, listening to that soft song, and Clark's eyes closed without his permission, just listening.

When Clark next opened his eyes, it was dark. The TV was off, Bruce's tablet forgotten somewhere in the tangle of blankets. His neck should've ached from the arm of the couch, but his head was on the cushions, propped up by a pillow. How Bruce had pulled that off without waking him, he had no idea.

Bruce was a warm weight against his chest, breathing slow. Judging by the awkward positioning, Clark doubted he'd meant to fall asleep, knees still jammed under Clark's own and cape still on. One of his hands was tucked against Clark's side, his face hidden between his own shoulder and Clark's sternum. It was... sweet, really. To have Bruce feel comfortable enough to sleep was a unique privilege, and one rarely afforded.

Clark hadn't outlasted him, in the end. But Bruce was sleeping, and as Clark let his eyes drift shut again, he allowed himself to consider it a win.

#superbat #superman #batman #bruce wayne #clark kent #tumblr drabbles #justice league animated series #justice league unlimited #asks #ashysiashy #uno reverse card clark gets taken care of trying to take care of somebody #i think he needs it.#its good for him #anyway idk if this is a good place to end this but im sick of looking at it and i have other prompts to get to

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prismuffin · 9 months

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How do you think John Constantine would react to a Male Reader lighting his cigarette with John's lit cigarette?

They were just standing outside talking about the job they were on, and Reader goes to light his cig when he finds that he forgot his lighter. So holds the back of John's head to keep him still, as he gently touches the tip of his cigarette to John's. Moving away once it's lit, talking like it's normal for them both. Even though, it wasn't, and it was a clear sign of flirting.

OOP- no cause thats sooooo wait- 😭ok her cause I think that-

He’s staring you down like your crazy. Whatever was being talked about is forgotten. Slowly his brain starts catching up with him and he’s getting more and more flustered as the scene replays in his head. God forbid you’re maintaining eye contact while this is going down or he’s done for. Just gets loud as a defense mechanism and starts questioning what the fuck that was. You say you forgot your light and he just pulls out two immediately from his jacket. “You didn’t even think to fucking ask me you dumbass??” You shrugged and smirked because at this point his face was red and it was clearer that he was actually flustered and not mad. 100% can’t stop thinking about this even after you both are done hanging out.

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creepling · 2 months

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Hi, I was wondering if you’d be willing to write a ssktjl Barry x reader, where they're both members of the league and are both under the control of Brainiac, they end up being super lovely dovely and affectionate to each other, whilst simultaneously kicking the suicide squads ass.

It's completely ok if you don't want to write for him, or you're not interested in the prompt.

Hope you're having a good morning/ afternoon/ night.

eee anon sadly i’m only really writing digger for ssktjl (brainrot and all that) and idk if i can do barry justice😭 other than the flash movie this is the second time i’ve seen him in something so i’d need to watch more of the movies to try my hand at him. but i don’t want to leave you empty handed and i really like your request, so i wrote a little drabble!! sorry it’s not much but i hope you like it<33

tags: gn!reader x brainiac!flash. alludes to reader having super strength but can be read as enough to pin someone down, ment of killing.

“Well, well look what the psyche ward dragged in. What do ya say, honey, shall we put them out their misery?” You snark, your eyes glowing a dark, sinister purple. You’re not anything like the citizens of Metropolis remember you as, a caring superhero willing to risk your life to save others. On this day, you were out for blood.

“No, let’s have some fun first! You take the first pick,” Barry smirks, caressing your cheek. The Suicide Squad exchange puzzled looks.

“I thought they were brainwashed, how the hell are they still in love!?” Harley proclaims. Her eyes flash with shock at the sight of you charging towards her, grunting as you pin her to the ground with just the pin of your foot.

“Love always prevails,” you chuckle, “Oops, I think love is a touchy subject for you, let’s talk about something else!”

You whistle in command, and Barry moves at the speed of light, smacking the spare three squad members in the face until they collapse in pain. He stops right beside you, kissing your cheek, before shooting off to confiscate their weapons.

“If you wanna kill us, just do it already,” Deadshot spits.

“Oh, we’re going to take our time with you, then we’ll kill you,” Barry says, eyes glazing dark.

“Oh, I love you,” You sigh, admiring your true love among the chaos.

“I love you too, sweetie.”

#barry allen x reader #the flash x reader #brainiac flash #ssktjl #kill the justice league #drabble #fanfic #requested by anon

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lazy-anxietyinfectedzombie · 3 months

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Chapters: 11/? Fandom: Justice League - All Media Types, DCU (Comics) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Billy Batson/Courtney Whitmore, Billy Batson & Justice League Characters: Billy Batson, Clark Kent, Bruce Wayne, Diana (Wonder Woman), Hal Jordan (Green Lantern), Barry Allen, Arthur Curry (DCU), Victor Stone, J'onn J'onzz, Freddy Freeman (DCU), Darla Dudley, Mary Batson | Mary Bromfield, Pedro Peña, Eugene Choi (DCU), Rosa Vasquez (DCU), Victor Vasquez, Tawky Tawny, Courtney Whitmore, Zatanna Zatara Additional Tags: Family, Identity Reveal, Identity Issues, Misunderstandings, Hurt/Comfort, Friendship, Billy Batson Needs a Hug, Billy Batson-centric, BAMF Billy Batson, Let Billy Batson Swear, Good Sibling Billy Batson, Billy Batson is Captain Marvel | Shazam, Homeless Billy Batson, Drabble Collection, Some Humor, Families of Choice, Protective Justice League, Injury Recovery, Blood and Injury, Not Beta Read, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Captain Marvel and Billy Batson are two separate beings in the same body, like Hulk and Bruce Banner, Demigod Billy Batson, Ambiguous/Open Ending, Shazamily (DCU) Summary:

Collection of unrelated half cooked drabbles centering around Billy Batson.

I saw people dump their ideas on Ao3 so I decided to do the same, they are up for taking, anyone who wants to use them is free to do so, but if you do use them leave me a link so I can read it! ⚡⚡⚡

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violent138 · 4 months

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Small snippet of a fic I'm trying not to work on

Clark's watching Barry doodle during a league meeting and he's struck with how much he wishes he could do that.

A few short lines and Barry's distilled the faces Hal makes, he's captured Diana's sleek, slightly wavy hair. Aquaman's face resting on a palm, on the border between bored and attentive.

Clark wishes he could capture Bruce like that. Keep him, and figure out the man in 2D, because Clark would never touch the man himself otherwise.

There's too much those lines will never understand about Bruce. Barry doesn't. The Bruce he's sketched onto some corner of the official paper is stony, singular.

He's missing Bruce's eyes, the flickers of interest, the curve of his absurdly pretty mouth as he holds back a grin, the way Bruce's Adam's apple shifts, the way he huffs out amused breaths sometimes. The strategic positioning of those shoulders, the relief when Bruce finally takes it all off, sometimes shoves it into Clark's hands to just hold it.

Barry nudged him and Clark shook himself out of it, blinking confusedly. Did he miss a question?

Barry slid a scrap of paper toward him. It's his doodle of Clark, clearly recently made. It's Clark looking longingly, eyes softened, mouth amused. And damn if it isn't the closest thing Barry's drawing could come to of what Clark thinks when he looks at Bruce.

"Thanks," Clark murmured, tucking the drawing away. Barry shrugged at that, going back to doodling their logo, the rough arrangement of people around the table. Someone, especially a founder, should chide him for not paying attention, but Clark knows Barry could answer any question thrown at him.

He goes back to examining Bruce, itching to solve him.

#guess who's in a sappy mood this fine afternoon #if you guessed me fuck off #superbat #league meetings #barry doodling his way through them is a hc of mine #batman #justice league #clips from the watchtower #my fic writing #ao3 author #longing looks are my kryptonite #drabble #superbat fanfiction

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wildglitch · 22 days

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Thor: I both thank you and apologise for my brother, they're a bit..much at times

The JL after having to spend an indetermend amount of time with Loki: A Bit!?!

Peter In the background with Loki: It dont bite

Horrifide Flash: YES IT DO!

#zombie au #dc x mcu #drabble #skit #loki #thor #peter parker #the flash #the justice league #Loki: *lifts knife to the flash* staby?#Thor: *pushed the knife down already down with their shit* no staby #Flash: Wtf did I do?!#he heard the flash say magic isnt real once and decided “bet”#a dash of #gender nonconforming loki #wiz!au

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bi4bihankking · 5 months

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7 for boostle

“I could stare at you forever” it was true. Ted’s beach outfit was skimpier than normal, somehow he had been convinced to wear a speedo today, although maybe it had been because of the fact that they were pretty much guaranteed to be alone all day. They were headed to a deserted island after all, one that hardly anyone knew about. Booster hadn’t been able to tear his eyes off Ted since they’d met up that morning, and he’d been wearing clothes back them. Somehow, just the knowledge of what lay beneath got to him.

Now, Beetle’s hairy chest was bared to the world, as was his round belly, and Booster wanted nothing more than to bury his face in the other man’s furry tits, just breathing his scent in.

Ted’s eyes flicked over to him. “Creep,” he retorted, although there was no malice in it, “is that why you were so insistent on us being along today?”

Booster spluttered, “No way! What would give you that idea! Anyway, sand would get everywhere! Do you think I want sand in my buttcrack, Beetle?!”

Ted did not look like he believed him.

Wait, hold on...

Did Ted actually want them to have sex on the beach?

Booster thought it over for a moment, but no matter how good sex was, it didn’t hold a candle to just how bad having sand in your underpants felt. He let out a shudder.

“Anyway,” he said, dipping his fingers beneath the band of Ted’s tiny pants, dragging them back, before letting the swimsuit snap back into place. “You’re the one who dressed up for me here, why don’t you show me a little more, do a nice pose for me. Please?”

He should have expected Ted to dump a fistful of sand down his trunks.

#ted kord #blue beetle #michael jon carter #booster gold #boostle #jli #justice league international #drabble

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superbat-love · 4 months

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Martian Manhunter: I have treated your injuries as best as I could, Batman. I would recommend bed rest until you have fully recovered.

Batman: I should be back in a week.

Superman: A week? But-

Batman: A week. I don’t have the luxury of rest, Superman. [glaring] Are you going to stop me?

Superman: No, I’ll let it slide this time, on one condition. [determinedly steps into Batman’s personal space]

Batman: …Superman, why are you hugging me?

Superman: This will be our daily therapy.

Batman: Are you… purring?

Flash: [enters the med bay] Don’t mind me guys, I’m just here to… Whoa. Is it Batman’s birthday today? Can I get a hug too?

Martian Manhunter: I am aware that vibrations produced by a cat's purr can aid in the process of healing. Perhaps this could be a good substitute, Batman. It may shorten your recovery time.

Batman: I’m not going to let myself be-

Superman: It’s either this or a month’s bed rest, Batman.

Flash: Oh cool! I can help too. Healing group hug! [glomps Martian Manhunter, Superman & Batman, vibrating slightly]

Aquaman: [enters the med bay] Hey Superman. Whoa.

#crack #dc headcanon #incorrect dc quotes #drabble #text post #dc #superbat #superman x batman #batman x superman #superman/batman #batman/superman #superman #batman #clark kent #bruce wayne #justice league #martian manhunter #the flash #aquaman

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bia-wayne-west · 3 months

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The worst part of being bilingual is that you read something and your mind thinks it was in a certain language, then you spend hours looking for that imagine and only later discover that it was in another language.

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midnight-blue-moon-princess · 6 months

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The Ice Queen

Her name was The Ice Queen, a fairly new vigilante in Gotham City. She was different than Batman, sure she protected citizens and helped the police, but she was...Different. On this day, she had teamed up with Batman to stop a bank robbery. A civilian had a bomb around his neck and was crying and begging Batman to get it off. She had made a dome of ice around the two of them while Robin kept the crowd back. Slowly she made her way over to the two of them, watching with cat-like blue eyes. "You're going to be alright." The Liverpudlian woman told the young man as she knelt down to his height. She didn't worry about wearing a mask, after all, in her eyes, she was just a nobody. "You don't know that!" He said. "Well, then I'll hold your hand until the end." She said, gently taking his hand, it seemed to calm him down enough for Batman to continue working. She began talking about nothing. How she had been in a band when she was a teenager with her older twin brother, how she had a nephew. Even how she had recently started a new job. It wasn't long until the bomb was disarmed and the dome of ice had flurried away, the poor sap reunited with his family. Batman turned to say something to her, but she was gone. Almost as if she had never even existed.

#batman #Justice League #dc comics #dc characters #bruce wayne #dick grayson #drabbles #The Ice Queen #original character #magic #meta human #Liverpool #drabble

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silverwolf1249 · 1 year

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kryptonians have wings and need them to live au:

Wing au where all kryptonians are born with wings, and can hide or reveal them at will. If they lose their wings, their health deteriorates until they either die from the stress the loss of their wings causes, or they end it themselves.

The Kents are surprised when they find a winged baby in a spaceship crashing in their fields one day, but they love him all the same and name him Clark. They didn't let him out much until he was a bit older and figured out how to hide his wings, it was simply too risky.

As a toddler, Clark's wings were incredibly fluffy and full of down, still growing in. What you could see of his feathers were greyish blues, a rusty tone highlighting the upper parts of his wings. He wasn't able to do much more than flap them about until he turned thirteen, when his adult plumage came in.

That time was absolute hell on all the Kents, his parents not knowing much on how the help the itching and pain Clark dealt with as he molted and his feathers fully grew in. Martha and John poured over multiple books on birds and their wings in hopes that Clark's wings were similar enough for the information to aid them.

Clark had to take an extended leave from school due to an "unfortunate case of pneumonia". It all turned out alright in the end of course, and Martha absolutely cooed at her son's new plumage, vivid dark blue with vibrant red mingling amongst the upper portions of his wings (colors that would later inspire those of his uniform as superman)

Growing up, Clark knew he was different, no one else had wings, and he had been told constantly by his parents to keep his hidden. He learned very early on that it was because he wasn't from earth, but that didn't make his parents consider him their own any less. He later found out about all his other abilities he gained from absorbing the sun's solar energy, but his favorite ability was always the wings he was born with.

Sure, he could fly without them, but why would he? His wings were a part of him from the very beginning, and flying with his wings just felt so much more right than flying without them. When he found the Fortress of Silence, he learned more about his wings from the Jor-el hologram, discovering how important it was to keep them safe. He still decided to keep them out as Superman though, his near invulnerability extending to his wings as well, and he was loathe to fly without them.

Years down the line, and after having been a part of the Justice League for over a year, Superman was suddenly very aware about his wing's vulnerability after another Kryptonite incident with Lex. Superman worried, and ended up confiding in Batman about his concerns. This was Batman after all, he knew all of Kal's other secrets and weaknesses, what was one more? He still didn't know the man's name, but he would trust him with his life, and for now that was enough.

Thankfully, Lex had yet to figure out just how important Clark's wings were to his continued existence, but even if he never learned the truth, any lucky shot to his back could take him out permanently. Batman listened to it all and told him that while he would tell him to put on wing covers to shield them, suddenly having them one day would be incredibly suspicious. There wasn't much they could do other than to make sure Clark's back was always protected.

Of course, this wasn't a long term solution, and it caught up to them not even a few years later. Superman finally got hit with that lucky shot, and Bruce wasn't able to get there in time to shield the other's back. By that point, the core justice league members had learned of Kal's achilles heel, and panicked when they noticed Superman lying on the ground face down, his back torn to shreds and wingless. Batman however, was calm, cold and clinical as he ordered them to bring them to the watchtower infirmary and get a room with two operating tables prepared for surgery.

When Superman, unconscious from the pain, was set up in an operating room, the Justice League looked around, wondering what was next? Only to spy Batman removing the top parts of his armor next to the other operating table. Wondering what the hell was going on, they were absolutely shocked when a pair of wings burst out of Bruce's back, and they were identical to Superman's.

Despite the questions bubbling within them, they soundlessly leave the operating room to let the watchtower's medical team enter and get down to business. Hours after the surgery is over, they visit Bruce to get their answers. He's sitting up in his bed, unable to lie on his back, the two new neatly stitched incisions on his back preventing him from doing so.

Still under the influence of painkillers (not strong enough to cloud his mind of course), he slowly explains. When he learned of Clark's weakness, he did more research into it, using his at the time new connection to the computer in the Fortress of Silence to learn more about Kryptonian biology. He wanted to figure out if there were any ways to prevent Clark's death if he actually lost his wings one day.

Eventually, he did find the solution. On Krypton, wing transfers were rare, but the cases were well documented in the Fortress' database. Whoever sacrificed their wings would die, but so long as the person who had lost their wings received a transplant within 24 hrs, the one who lost their wings would survive with no lasting impact. The wings had to be removed within those 24 hrs as well, or the wings would be rejected, and both participants would die.

And Bruce was the guy with all the contingencies, both for if he would need to take down his allies, and to save them. He sneakily stole a few dna samples from Clark, and did his own research and testing. He eventually managed to replicate Clark's wings, but he knew that unless they were attached to someone, the transplant wouldn't work.

Eventually he made the conclusion that if anyone was to carry the spare pair of wings, it would be him. This was untrodden territory, but thorough testing had shown that Kryptonian dna was compatible with human dna, so at the very least, Bruce wouldn't die if he implanted the wings into himself.

Whether he would die or not if a transplant was required however, was uncertain. While humans didn't need wings to survive, Bruce couldn't be sure how the Kryptonian wings might affect human biology once implanted. Hell, he wasn't even completely sure if the transplant would work. The intermingling of human and Kryptonian dna from the wings could render the wings useless once removed.

There was just no way to tell unless Kal actually needed the transplant, and there was no way Bruce would let that risk fall on anyone else. In the end, it seemed like Bruce's gamble had won, since other than the gashes on his back, there were no other negative effects to his health, and it looked like Kal would make a full recovery as well.

As you can probably imagine, the justice league were not happy with his explanation at all, and neither were his family or Clark when he woke up(Alfred in particular was upset that Bruce had never told anyone what he had done, the batkids were just pissed and terrified for nearly losing their dad and they wouldn't even have known until much later). At the same time however, they understood why Bruce did what he did, self sacrificing idiot that he was. None of them could imagine a Batman without a Superman. Clark though, also couldn't imagine a Superman without a Batman by his side.

They were friends, Clark would even hesitantly call Bruce his best friend, but the incident had changed some things. Clark had always thought that Bruce had reluctantly became friends with him after Clark kept bothering him to be more social when they started the justice league. He knew that Bruce trusted him with his life, he wouldn't have revealed his identity to him otherwise, but the fact that he was willing to die for a chance to save him...Clark had just never saw that happening, until now he supposed.

He just wanted to know why? Why put himself at risk like this when he wasn't even sure he would survive the surgery? When he wasn't even sure if it was possible to transfer the wings to him? So he confronts Bruce one day, practically ambushing the man in the Batcave one night. And Bruce, as emotionally distant and secretive as the man can be, answers honestly, "I care about you." he tells Clark, looking away from the other to hide how vulnerable he felt, "There was no way I was going to let something like this kill you. Not if I had the possibility to prevent it. A chance is greater than none at all."

And suddenly, Clark realizes that he was awfully, terribly, and wholly in love with Bruce. How he had never noticed it before he wasn't sure, but this near death incident had made him reflect on many things, it would of course also make him reflect on his relationship with Bruce as well. And without even thinking about it, he finds himself kissing the other man.

For a second, there's no response, but then Bruce answers in kind. Clark feels his wings, wings that Bruce had risked himself to create and transfer, pop out of his back. They flutter a bit, before wrapping themselves around him and Bruce. And everything feels so, so right, like everything was going to be okay.

It wasn't of course, he and Bruce definitely had to discuss their relationship and how it might affect their current lives, both of them were still recovering from the surgery, and Clark's wings didn't really feel like his just yet, despite looking exactly the same. He was also pretty sure the other Justice League members were going to be ridiculously overprotective over him for a while after being so close to losing him, same with Bruce for being reckless and secretive as always. But for now, he let himself indulge in this one perfect moment.

#and then the next time superman appears it scares the shit out of Lex because he had been bragging about how he got rid of Superman's wings #but man's still got his wings and they look exactly the same #Lex out here googling do kryptonians regenerate???#look at my science bullshit isn't it beautiful #sobbing at the thought of bruce helping clark preen his wings or clark's wings doing a lil happy dance every time he sees bruce #tw suicide #only like implied in the very first bit but just in case #justice league #lex luthor #superman #batman #bruce wayne #clark kent #superbat #let them have some angst as a treat #fic ideas #it kind of became a drabble instead lol #wing au #i typed this all in one go and no editing so oop if it's rambly #kryptonian biology #can you tell how little i understand bird biology?#primaries coverts secondary primaries idk man upper part of wings go brrrrr #sorry this post got long af

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