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morgansunflower · 2 years

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I Am Batman, I Am Groot

Batman/Bruce Wayne X Wife! Lantern! Reader

Batmom! Reader

Warnings:suggestive content, explicit language, death and blood.

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Arthur's notes! Marvel/Dc crossover with the Guardians of the galaxy.

Batmom finds baby Groot and brings him back to her planet to raise him along side her many children

The lantern's were called to a homicide of a wrecked ship. Y/N went in one last time before she was headed back to earth. The bodies of the innocent people had left a horrific sight. There was no sign of life.. Or so she thought.

"this is terrible..." she gasp seeing movement, a can of jellybeans fall from the arm of a chair onto the ground and a flash of blanket move past her "hello?" she steps softly to the blanket and kneels down "I'm not going to hurt you.. It's OK" she cooed softly. She lift the blanket seeing the little tree being, he didn't take the blanket back because she was so kind.

He looks at the massacre of his family she quickly moved in front to prevent him from seeing it, he begins to hyperventilating. His little tears fall down his face. His heart was thumping against his chest. She reached to hold him. He grabs her hand squeezing it tightly. Her heart breaks in sympathy as she holds him in her hand.

"I am Groot" he cried, saying that they were killed "I am Groot!"

She unfortunately couldn't understand his words but his heartbroken tone said everything.

"it's OK shh you're safe with me.. I'm so sorry sweetheart"

She lift the young child into her hands. When he finally fell asleep she informed her husband of the new member of the family. She returned back to Gotham with the little boy. Groot was resting on her shoulder. She walks into the Bat-cave. Bruce turns in his chair and gently smiled to them. He missed her so much, it took everything in him not to hold her and take her away.

"Bruce.. This is Groot.. Groot this is Batman or Bruce or B"

"I am groot" he said with a smile

"hello Groot" Bruce greeted.

"welcome home Ms Y/N. Master Bruce. Who is this young chap?" Alfred asked as Groot hid behind her neck.

"don't be scared that's Alfred. He's very kind and he makes the cookies!"

"I am Groot!!" he exclaimed

"hey mom!" Grayson said entering the cave with his siblings.

She turned facing the children. Stephanie gasped in adoration. Barbara's eyes went wide. Damian studied him intently. Jason had a puzzled look on his face. Tim was trying to figure out what exactly he was. Cassandra softly smiled. Duke looked with complete shocked on his face. Cassandra waved to Groot. Grayson smiled to the young child.

"children.. This is Groot.. Groot this is your new family.. That's Grayson, Jason, Tim, Duke, Damian, Stephanie, Cassandra and Barbara"

"I am Groot" he grinned.

8 months later... Groot loves to help Alfred in the garden. He would create flowers for Stephanie and a beautiful Hammock. Cassandra and Groot loved spending time together on a rainy day to draw pictures. He loved getting things for Barbara, even things she could easily get. Dick and Groot would go out to the carnival. Y/N laughed when her boys came home with a car full of prizes that are currently in Groot's room. Damian at first didn't know how to treat Groot, but all it took was one day for Groot to fall asleep on Damian's hand. Now they enjoy spending time with the animals among the Manor. Jason spent most of his time reading with Groot and listening to good music that they loved. Duke and Groot like to do puzzles together to really challenge themselves and each other. Tim would be stuck on something and little Groot could always help solve his problems. Unfortunately he was not allowed to drink his brothers coffee, that was a bad day. With his Dad, Groot at first didn't know how to react to having such a different male father figure in his life. Though he soon warmed up to Bruce once they would have time together while Bruce was finally resting. Groot loved to rest in the crook of his neck while his mom was absent.

Groot's Mom sits on the wooden floor with her son. Groot stood against the wall in his room. She marked on the wall where he had now grown another 2 inches. She smiled proudly. The room was small to her but huge for Groot. He had made his own small fort. He had made his mama a comfortable vine Hammock to sleep in when he has nightmares.

"look Groot! You've grown!"she proudly said

He gasped and turned to look. He jumped excited and claps his little hands

"I am Groot! I am Groot!" his tone overjoyed hugging my hand

She touched his chin "my sweet boy. I'm afraid I have to go on patrol"

He squeezed her hand tightly. She can't go! He stretches his arms like long branches to her neck.

"I am Groot" his tone saddened as his face dropped

"oh Groot.. I'll be back later tonight and tomorrow we'll spend the day together" she promised her son.

"I am Groot" he sighed resting his head on my cheek.

I kiss his face goodbye and leave for her nightly duty of patrol. In the Bat-cave Groot was growing quite impatient. When will they be back? He kicked the empty monster can Tim left had left on the floor. He kicked it lightly again.

"could use some back up here!" Y/N said in her comn

Unfortunately there was a illegal drugs hidden under a record store that was currently being blown up by three different criminal rivalries. Y/N throws her batarang into the barrel of the gun. Batman comes in through the broken ceiling window, knocking 3 gunman out. The children heard Batmom's S. O. S and quickly came to her location.. All her children. Groot walked to see the entire action unfold. His Mom gasped

"Groot!!" she shouted in a scolding manner "move out of the way sweetheart!" she demanded, so he wouldn't get hurt

"what is he doing here?!" Bruce announced

"I am Groot" he defended

Groot was genuinely bored unable to help, so he walked plugging in the speakers and played the music.

"have I mentioned how much I love this kid" Grayson laughed elbowing the gunman behind him.

Batmom looked to her 3 inch tall son to make sure he was OK. He waved to her. She waved back saying hi. He was so cute it melted her heart. This was going to be a long night.

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drgrlfriend · 1 month

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Finders Keepers - Now COMPLETE!

The fifth and final chapter of Finders Keepers is now posted. Please enjoy the potentially filthiest thing I've ever written. :-)

Chapter Five Excerpt:

Because he’s too well-trained to have shown it, but he noticed, of course he did, as soon as he pulled Clint up off of Jason. He saw Jason’s chest clearly for the first time, and had to bite back the flare of rage at the unmistakable Y-shaped scar spanning his chest from shoulders to navel and the deranged writing carved in a winding path across his torso.

HA HA HA HA HA HA HA …

It had suddenly made even more sense, the way Jason had challenged Bucky to take off his shirt, making him ante up his own scars before he saw Jason’s.

And so Bucky takes the time to circle the bed again, until he’s standing square in front of Jason. He keeps his eyes on Jason’s face, on the expression in his eyes and not the hooked scar in the corner of his mouth that Bucky only now realizes is a “J” carved into his skin. In his peripheral vision he sees the way Jason hunches his shoulders down, curling into himself and crossing his arms over his chest for just a moment before he consciously overrides the instinct and throws his shoulders defiantly back instead.

“You’re beautiful,” Bucky says, and for a moment it looks like maybe Jason’s going to throw a punch, his eyes narrowed as if he thinks Bucky is mocking him. Bucky just holds his gaze, and eventually Jason nods, letting out a long, shuddering breath.

#winterhawkhood #finders keepers #my fic #bucky barnes #clint barton #jason todd #winterhawk #the winter soldier #hawkeye #red hood #marvel #avengers #mcu #marvel comics #dc comics #batfam #marvel/dc crossover

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thecrystalquill · 1 year

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Lux ~ Part Five

Peter Parker x Santana!Reader - Diablo’s Daughter

Marvel/DC Crossover

A/N: A bit of angsty feels here, all Chato being a good dad :’) Also a bit of Peter’s POV at the end of this one. Let me know what you think.

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She’d managed to stay low until she reached her apartment, drawing no attention to herself and keeping her head low. The second she saw her home in sight, she ran to safety. Fumbling for her keys, she unlocked the front door with shakey hands and sprinted up the stairs to her door at 8B. Throwing open the door and slamming it behind her, (Y/N) slumped against the cool, mahogany-stained wood and tried to breathe.

Footsteps came from the hallway and she looked up to see her dad looking ready for a fight. She probably should have let him know it was only her and not some sort of FBI organised attack. “(Y/N).” He sighed, loosening his shoulders in relief. “You scared me there.” Only then did he notice her short, shallow breaths and the undeniable smell of smoke. His stomach dropped, hoping to god he was imagining it. “What happened?”

With just those two words, it was like a dam wall breaking.

Hot tears ran down her cheeks as her shoulders shook with sobs. She tried to wipe the tears away, but they dropped to the floor despite her efforts, making little ‘tss’ sounds as they hit the tile, like candles snuffed out between damp fingers. Immediately, she was cradled in her father’s tight grip; holding her to his chest in the way he did when she had a nightmare. “I- I- I- d-didn’t mean to…” She spluttered out between gasped cries, clinging to his shirt.

Shushing her softly, Chato did his best to remain calm, despite the fear in his nerves. “Calm down, mija. Just breathe. It’s okay, you can tell me in a minute.” He kissed the top of her head as she bawled, pushing all his other worries aside as he focused on her. “Estás bien, nena. Calma. No pasa nada…”

It felt like hours had passed by the time (Y/N) had cried all her tears. Her lungs still shook when she tried to take a deep breath, and she felt weak from all the energy she’d used, but she could finally look up to meet her father’s eyes.

By now they’d already moved to the sofa in the living room, a good thing too; she was sure she might have collapsed if she’d stood too long. Chato dried her tears with the corner of the red, orange, and pink granny square blanket he’d wrapped around her shoulders; they found in a thrift store a few years ago, flower-patterned squares sewn together by hand – it was her favourite. She bunched the fabric up to her chest as she leaned on him, breathing in the fabric softener to calm the last of her nerves some.

“What happened, mija?” Chato patiently waited, letting her gather her thoughts.

She tried for a deep breath, still shakey but stable. “I-I… some guy tried to mug me a-and… he had a gun ‘nd…” she sniffled, wiping away another tear as the man’s screams echoed in her ears, “h-he tried to attack m-me and I… I lost control…” Her voice shook, a new rush of tears spilling from her eyes.

Chato’s eyes darkened at the thought of some low-life hurting his daughter, just for a second, before they softened at her crying. He assumed the guy got what he deserved, sure – but the weight on (Y/N)’s chest was a burden she didn’t deserve to carry. He didn’t need to ask, he knew what happened just by her reaction and the brief explanation she’d given him; he remembers the first time this sort of thing happened to him – losing control in a fight, letting the demon within take the reigns, the fire and destruction that followed – the first death he was responsible for. Though, unfortunately, he couldn’t say it was the last.

Pulling back to wipe her tears, her father did his best to sound calm. “It’s alright, you’re fine.” He said, watching her take another unsteady breath. “Did anyone see?”

(Y/N) shook her head, fiddling with the blanket in her fingers. “No I- I don’t think so. I didn’t see anyone.”

“Okay,” He nodded, a look of determination crossing his face. “Here’s what we’re gonna do, everything you’ve got on you – you’re clothes, your shoes, your jacket – we put it all in the sink and destroy it. Okay?”

“What? Why?”

Chato got up to clear some plates from the sink. “Just in case, okay? We don’t want anything leading back to you.”

It made sense, she’d have to admit. But somehow, even in all this chaos, a thought crossed her mind that she didn’t really want to get rid of her things. Though in all fairness, she was overdue some new shoes.

What the hell did she get herself into?

Sliding his I.D. card across the screen, Peter opened the door as it clicked open for him. Tony Stark’s lab was probably his favourite place; the whole floor was like a nerd’s wonderland, and every time he entered it gave him a weird, exciting buzz. He had every part of the room mapped out to the smallest details, every machine from the numerous super computers to the coffee machine. The rest of the building, however, was still a maze. And he could come and go as he pleased.

“Mr Stark?” He called out, wandering further in.

“Over here, kid.” Tony replied from somewhere to his left.

Peter followed in its direction until he came to the long, curved desk displaying Tony’s numerous computers. Tony beckoned him over with a wave of his hand, staring intently at his computer screen. “Hey, Mr Stark. Sorry I’m late, I got lost again and I had to ask Mr B for directions but he said--”

“Yeah yeah, doesn’t matter.” Tony dismissed, taking off his glasses to face Peter completely. He was going to remind Peter to just call him Tony, but he might as well give up on that for now. Instead he moved the computer screen to angle between them. “I wanted to show you something.” He clicked the space-bar and a grainy video started to play. Tony muttered something about enhancing the quality the best he could, but Peter paid little attention as he watched. A mugger dragged someone into an alley, a figure in plain black and a hoodie. There was no audio, but the angle of the camera showed the man’s blurry face, obviously shouting something as he waved the gun about. All they could see was the back of the hooded victim, backing up in fear. “This was uploaded to Youtube last night,” Tony explained, as the victim finally started to fight back – obviously someone who knew what they were doing. “Someone leaked it from the store’s security camera.” It was hard to see exactly what happened, but the mysterious person’s hands lit up and a burst of fire sent the mugger back, hitting his head on the dumpster and falling in a limp, fiery heap. The whole alley started to catch fire, and the other person ran backwards, out of shot.

“Where was this?” Peter asked, staring in shock at the scene as Tony paused it.

Tony sighed. “Queens. About ten minutes from… uh… what’s it called? That deli you always talk about?”

“Delmar’s?” Peter gasped, a guilty expression on his face. He should’ve been there, if he hadn’t got detention for falling asleep in English. He really needed to stop going on patrol so late.

“Yeah, that.” Tony answered, pointing back to the screen. “It’s gone viral already. Now we gotta figure out if Hot Head over here is a threat.”

“And you want me to…?” Peter asked, staring at the burning corpse in front of him; the lines were kinda blurry, but it was in self defence, right? Even if it was a horrific attack.

Leaning back in his seat, Tony patted Peter on the back, coaxing him to look his way. “I want you to keep an eye out. Anything at all that you think is relevant, I want you to call me.”

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toastedkiwi · 2 years

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Ooo or what about headcanons like how did reader meet Bruce Wayne

You met Bruce at a gala in Paris.

You were Pepper’s date as she and Tony were briefly on a break.

Some foreign politician was talking her up and leaving you on your own.

You had seen Mr. Wayne charming some women.

Bruce Wayne noticed you looking at him. You looked away a bit flustered.

While Bruce was shaking off the ladies, Pepper had given you a drink that was meant for her but she didn’t want it and it was more in your taste.

Turns out it was a roofie, you found out while dancing with Mr. Wayne when you went limp in his arms.

He had been the one to carry you out and down to the lobby to meet the ambulance while Pepper panicked.

The Batman took care of the asshole so Bruce Wayne could be there in the morning with flowers.

The fic: Surprise

#bruce wayne x reader #marvel/dc crossover #pepper potts x assistant!reader platonic

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dangerstxrlet · 1 year

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+ ( this came up while talking to @underude and I just HAD to. )

#( garrett edits )#mary jane watson #poison ivy #marvel/dc crossover

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crushing83 · 2 years

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Tony Stark and Bruce Wayne have done their best to keep their private lives so private that no one knows about the shared life and love they've pieced together over the years. They survived Bruce becoming Batman, Tony announcing that he's Iron Man, and the arrival of Bruce's (their) kids. After the Battle of New York, Tony wants nothing more than to run to his family and love; he wants to forget everything that happened and remember all the good in his life. SHIELD and the Avengers, though, stand as obstacles to Tony getting what he wants—and persist as aggravations as he tries to recover.

#ironbat #tony stark/bruce wayne #fanfic #marvel/dc crossover #on ao3

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geekcavepodcast · 2 months

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DC and Marvel Collaborating to reprint Amalgam Titles!

According to Bleeding Cool, Marvel Comics and DC Comics are joining forces to republish the Amalgam Comics and other DC/Marvel crossover comics. The Amalgam comics consisted of characters from each of the publishers smooshed together to create new characters. The line ran for 12 issues in 1996 and 12 issues in 1997. Each of these runs was followed by an Access mini-series, which featured even more Amalgam characters.

Bleeding Cool's info comes courtesy of Barry Kitson's private Facebook art collector group.

(Image - Amalgam Comics Logo via Wikipedia)

#amalgam comics #dc comics #marvel comics #barry kitson #marvel/dc crossover #dc/marvel crossover #comics #TGCLiz

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lunamugetsu · 3 months

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Danny is a house husband.

That's it, that's all it is.

As the years went on. Danny retired from being a superhero. There was no need for Phantom when the GIW were dealt with and all the ghosts were under control.

Now what's left for him to do but to just sit back, relax, and finally be able to live his life.

Sam and Tucker on the other hand....

Well, they had plenty of pent up rage, wits, and chaos inside their mind to become villains.

But they had one rule.

Never bring work home and to never involve Danny in any of their supervillain business.

Okay that's technically two rules, but they're kind of synonymous especially since Danny has been taking care of their house while also entertaining himself with trying new hobbies.

Tucker and Sam both make sure that they never bring any of their villainy home to Danny, because all they want is for Danny to enjoy his happy hero retirement.

And Danny in turn, doesn't bat an eye when watching the news and seeing that there were magical plants that were attacking sites that oil companies were digging or that somehow Lex Luthor had lost five hundred million dollars and had somehow leaked records showing he was building weapons of mass destruction.

He also doesn't bat an eye when he sees that Tucker had brought home a telescope that definitely looks like it came from some fancy lab because hey, Tucker was making him an observatory so he can look at the stars and planets. While also how they were able to make a great gaming pc with computer parts that are definitely not sold in stores, because hey at least the newest update of Doomed wasn't lagging.

Or that Sam comes home with various plants and animals that are definitely not from planet earth, but hey the three headed wolf-lizard-eagle- hybrid thing (that Danny has affectionately named Fluffy) is pretty great at keeping the pests away from his vegetable garden and likes to eat any of Danny's new food creations and is a great playmate for Cujo.

So you can imagine how the Justice League thinks when dealing with the pair of new villains: Upload (Tucker) and Sam (I could not think of a villain name that would suit her, so it's up to you what you think her villain name would be)

And how they were currently wreaking havoc in the city either by cyber warfare with robots or by magic plant monster or a Frankenstein of both approaches. The heroes had all evacuated the civilians from the battle zone and are currently fighting a losing battle. When they've been effectively captured and restrained by the two. Right before the villains could go into a monologue, they hear a person clearing their throat.

Everybody looks to see a 25 year old man wearing a sweater vest (he made it himself, thank you very much) currently holding onto the leash of a giant glowing green dog and some kind of giant animal hybrid. The man's arms were crossed and was currently not sporting a very happy look on his face.

Tucker and Sam (looking at Danny with hesitant smiles): Hi honey.

Danny (frowning): you missed our anniversary dinner.

Tucker and Sam both pale as they quickly realized what the date and time was.

The league all watch as Sam and Tucker immediately start apologizing to the man that just walked into a battle zone.

Danny (still frowning): Hmph! I guess since you two didn't want dinner you can go back to your little fight. Don't expect me to make you any lunches for the next month, and since you two are having so much fun here, you'll be sleeping by yourselves for the next couple weeks.

The league all watch as they were let go as Sam and Tucker yell as they run after Danny yelling apologies as he was walking away from them.

This is not the last they see of Danny.

When Danny is displeased with either of his partners, he'll invite a hero over to have lunch of afternoon tea.

#dp x dc #dp x dc au #dp x dc crossover #danny phantom x dc #dpxdc #I'd think that Flash would be the one that Danny has tea/lunch with the most because that guy wouldn't turn down good food #And Danny is a really good cook #especially since the food doesn't come to life and try to stab him #Sam and Tucker be entering their home and then they see Captain Marvel there eating cookies because Danny offered them to him #dpxjustice league #dp x justice league #dp x dc prompt

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freeusemuses · 10 months

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Prompt: Sky comes clean to all three of the Batgirls about beating the tar out of one of his Rogues (Kingpin), after a hired hit man nearly killed his mother.

Noticing that his hand was shaking rather bad when he retold what he did to the crooked businessman/mob boss, Cass slipped her hand into his. Squeezing it in reassurance. The softest of smiles crossing her face when she felt Sky calm down. All the batgirls knew how bad Bruce was hurt when Joker killed Jason. "Deserved it." She said simply.

"She's right." Steph said while looping her arms around his neck from behind. Nuzzling his cheek in an affectionate manner.

"Not killing him took a lot of restraint." Barbra had her head resting on her shoulder. Holding his free hand in both of hers. "Bruce went through something similar. And it took every ounce of restraint he had not to kill Joker after that."

#ask: answered #ic ask #skylar morgan #cassandra cain #stephanie brown #barbra gordon #marvel/dc crossover

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ender-reader · 3 months

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Prof. Danny Nightingale

Danny honestly has no idea how he became a science professor to a bunch of kids in Gotham University where he works as a librarian...

Danny Nightingale is a 22 year old librarian who has been working at Gotham University for nearly 2 months now. he is currently raising a 5 year old de-aged (or not up to you) Dani, who prefers to be called that in order to start confusion and chaos, and a re-formed 14 year old Dan (he's stuck in a kids body or aging up slowly is up to you) who is attending Gotham U (maybe he's in the same class as Damian and they bond about stabbing??)

And even though Danny's just a librarian but after helping some kids with their science homework and protecting them in a rouge attacks, he's practically formed a club for any kid who needs help with anything, but mostly science and mental stability, Danny should really thank Jazz for all those lectures...

tag me if this gets used cuz I wanna read!!

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karmavongrim · 3 months

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Dear Father fanfic idea

DC x DP crossover fanfiction

Fanfic idea of Danny adopting everyone. He’s worse than Batman since he does it 200% deliberately with no age nor race restriction.

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“Absolutely fucking not.”

Yeah, nope. No way in hell was he, John mother-fucking Constantine going to let this happen. Only over his dead body, which might actually be the case by the end of the bloody day if they couldn’t come up with something else other than that. And he wasn’t going to change his mind no matter how much the kid currently gallivanting as a demi-god whined. Wasn’t that a news when he found out several months ago.

“Come on Constans, we both know he wouldn’t mind. Besides what else can we do, we’ve tried everything.” Captain Marvel pleaded with the older man as he gestured their surroundings.

It couldn’t be described as anything else other than apocalyptic. A complete fucking shitshow.

Apparently a prophecy of some kind came to fruition right under their bloody noses and they were left grasping straws to try and stop the end of the world from happening. If only-

“Call him or I’ll call him John! Your choice.” Pressed Marvel who was getting fed up with the magician’s nonsense but he wasn’t bugging, no siree!

“Shut up, we don’t need his help! Just let me-” John yelled while buried head first in his spell book, desperately trying to find away that didn’t require him to relinquish the last few pits of his shabby dignity. Or what was left of it anyways. But Marvel was having non of it.

“Nope, that’s it! I’m making the call!” The red glad man shouted over the blonde brit and pulled out his personal phone which looked like it had been pulled strait out of a sci-fi movie.

This caused John to lunge at Marvel who in return floated away out of his reach.

“Are you daft? I’ll never hear the end of it so don’t even- Hey! Don’t you dare, I swear-!” They were quickly interrupted by a black looming silhouette quickly approaching them.

“I hope that you two have come up with something since you’re able to play around like this.” Batman demanded in gruff manner, man looking worse for wear just like the rest of them. Marvel swiftly positioned the dark one between him and his would-be assailant.

“Oh we did have a solution from the very start but someone thinks that we don’t need any help. His poor ego wouldn’t be able to handle it.” He told as he threw a look over his makeshift barrier’s shoulder.

“Shut your cakehole.” John hissed but was reluctantly put in place by a hard glare from mister darker and gloomier who turned to the floating magic-user.

“What is this solution exactly? Help from who or what?” At his inquiry the boy-man hero couldn’t help but beam when he began to explain what, or rather who he had in mind.

“Well I was thinking calling our-” But he was rudely cut in before he could get far.

“We aren’t calling anybody because we don’t need his help! We can take care of this on our own!” Batman turned back to the blond and was clearly at the end of his patience.

“We are running on borrowed time Constantine, if there is any chance to for us to stop this then we should take it since we don’t have any other options left.”

The two began to argue so heatedly that they didn’t pay attention to Marvel speed dialing the number he kept close to his heart. With a dopey grin he bounced on his heels while he waited for the other side to answer. After just two rings the line connected.

“Hi kid! What are you calling in for, did you get out of work already?” A jovial, baritone voice rang out which instantly relaxed the kid-not-kid hero. The all-composing feeling of warmth, protection and safety could almost be felt through the phone which never failed to make him feel comfortable and at peace.

“Hi dad! No, I’m still at work and we kinda shorta need your help. Badly.”

He could near feel the change in his father’s mood and he definitely heard it in his voice.

“What do you need? Where are you?” Came the rapid questioning. His smile never left as he thought how dad always went strait to business when it came to his family and friends. Always ready to help no matter what or why.

“Well, apparently the apocalypse is happening and we have no idea how to stop it… Can you help us? Please?” He tentatively asked as he glanced back at the bickering duo. Sometimes he asked himself if he really was the only secret child there.

“Ha ha, no need to beg, let alone ask. I’ll be there in a jiffy once I know where you guys are. Just try and hang in there kid.” Voice on the other side commented in lighter tone.

Marvel let out a sigh. He knew that everything would be okay after all.

“Thanks dad. We are currently stuck on Metropolis in it’s central, it’s a complete mess in here.”

“Everything will be fine. See you soon.” The voice chuckled and cut the call.

Yes, everything would be just fine. He turned to call out to the idiots who looked to be near ripping each other a new one.

“You two can stop now, he’s already on his way!”

He had to wince at the speed which the blonde turned his head to stare at him. Then came the familiar cursing.

“Fucking shite!”

He merely rolled his eyes and crossed his arms in irritation. He glared at the magician.

“Seriously, what’s your problem? It doesn’t have to be this difficult you know.”

Before John could comment, Batman pushed pass and stalked up to Marvel.

“Who did you call?”

He couldn’t say much before more of their fellow heroes started to trickle in. Flash no surprise being the first.

“Hope you got something up your utility belt Bats, we can’t take this much longer.” Pleaded the red speedster. He was joined by Green Lantern carrying injured Superman and ouch did he look roughened up.

“Have to agree with Flashpoint. Were running out of juice fast, and even Big Blue is out cold.”

Marvel looked at the others coming in. Martian Manhunter, Zatara, Wonder Woman, Black Canary and even Doctor Fate was there, none of them looking any better.

“Well, I’m glad to announce that help is on their way so we can all sit back and relax for a bit. This will be over in no time.” He declared brightly.

The others goggled at him like he made the most outlandish statement in all of history, minus Constantine who has decided to use this small window of calm to drown his headache in his flask while he still can.

“What the hell are you on about? What help? Who could possibly help with this!” Flash yelled out the question in everybodies mind.

“I would like to known this too finally.” Batman demanded this as well.

Seeing everybody hanging onto his up coming explanation he smirked at John who gave him oh-so-eloquently middle finder in retaliation. Well to bad, he would have to just deal with it, the big baby.

“Oh nobody too important, just the most powerful and influential being in all multiverse. Some of you might know him by his monikers like the First Champion, the Balancer, the High King and the Great One.” He said flippantly as he pretended to check his nails, trying his absolute best to hid his smug smile when he noticed Zatara and Fate going rigid and pale.

Zatara near stumbled thanks to his shaking knees. He took couple faltering steps towards the Champion of Magic. His expression mix of reverence and fear as started to whisper as if dreading that someone or something might hear him if he spoke too loudly.

“Y-You couldn’t possibly mean King-”

He didn’t get to finish his sentence for they all felt the change in the air, in the ground.

He has arrived.

Time came to a crawl, the world slowed it’s movements in face of approaching force. It quaked, it trembled, it slithered. Leak becoming a downpour, a tear in reality of sickly green opened above the group, high out of reach. What little light still had remained in the hellish landscape around them were drained as if all the world’s shadow congregated around the opening to greet its master like a deprived servant. Then a figure of black and white caped in light seemingly holy, descended from it. Even from afar they could distinguish their towering form who’s muscles failed to hide under its full-body armor. Their mountainous presence becomes more and more apparent the closer they came. What they thought as wings of pure and white was actually a cape of moving light.

Blazing green eyes as that of the tear gazed upon them from under their moonlight hair, which coupled with the iron grown of flames created figures of shadow dancing across their hardened features as if to praise their beholder’s glory.

Zatara had already collapsed on the ground in utter disbelieve. All the myths and legends were true all along.

“King Phantom.” He spoke in awe and bowed before the king as did equally shocked Doctor Fate.

“Hi dad!” Marvel yelled and dragged the laughing magician by his coat to greet their new arrival.

All of their associates looked between the clear powerhouse of a being and their red heavy hitter in utter incredulity at the revelation. Zatara and Fate near had a heart attack at the way their magical colleague addressed the mythical presence. Marvel had a father? And this horrifying existence was it? What sent them reeling even more was how the king’s responded.

With his arms stretched he lowered himself fully to gather the two smaller men in his embrace.

“Kids! Boy, when you said that you needed help bad I think you might have underestimated a tiny bit.” He joked with a toothy smile as he moved to get a better look at his more-or-less willing captees of his affection. His expression softened even more at the face of Constantine, not the others could see.

“John, it’s so good to see you as well.” He said softly and ruffled both of their hairs, eliciting a laugh from his youngest and indignant pout from his fourth oldest who tried to swat the offending hand away.

“Whatever.” John growled but Phantom didn’t mind since he could see the blush caking his scratched up cheeks.

Now this drew his attention, both of his boys were in horrendous shape and he would do something about it after his job was completed. Looking at the blood willed sky no longer colored by his green and the burning wreckage that is this dimensions earth, he knew he didn’t have much time.

“I suppose we should get this over with then. You two better get back to the Keep after this, understood.” He stated and then was gone just like that.

Now that the oppressive feeling of death and power has left along with the godly being, every single one of the heroes present turned to the two for explanation. Marvel send a pleading look towards his brother, but John pointedly turned away and began to nurse his briefly forgotten drink which was now empty, damn you dad.

Discreetly gulping his nerves down he twirled to face his peers.

“Okay, let’s start with one question at a time please.”

This caused the floodgates to open and Zatara practically jumped him in his feverishness.

“You are a son of King Phantom? The King Phantom? I thought he was nothing more than a myth! A legend told through out several histories!”

As Marvel was trying to dislodge the man he was approached by Doctor Fate.

“I too held the believe that he was nothing more than a story to strike fear onto the forces of evil and to aspire heroes of both old and new. To think he was real this entire time.” He mused, and before Marvel could say anything, Flash barged in as well.

“And what about you John? This might be the first time I’ve seen any otherworldly being be happy to see you.” He pointed at the man who chose to wisely stay far behind.

“Fuck you too!” Shouts the offended man from the back. Even if it’s true doesn’t make it any less rude. And oh look here comes Batman.

“Enough! Marvel, explain.” He demands as he moves effortlessly to the front of the pack.

“Well… you see-” Marvel stammers as he tries under the pressure to come up with something to say but was thankfully saved by the sky shifting again.

As quick as a snap the red sky was returned to its blue color, signaling the King’s victory over his enemy. Marvel smiled widely and even John couldn’t stop a heavy sigh of relieve from escaping his mouth. Good old dad, always up to any task he comes across.

“Incredible.” Wonder Woman gasped, even Lantern had to give an impressed eyebrow at the instant change in atmosphere. And while everyone was distracted by his dad’s handiwork, Marvel shimmied his way to the grumpy magician who was in progress of making his getaway.

“I think we should continue this some other time, there’s a lot of cleaning up to do and me and my bro need to do a little house call. So bye!” He called out with a wave as he was crabbed and transported to their destination before anyone could stop them.

Others could do more than blink as Batman stewed in his place. In Lantern’s arms Superman began to stir.

“H-huh, what did I miss?”

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morgansunflower · 2 years

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Your Peter My Y/N

Peter Parker(Andrew Garfield) X Batsis! Reader

Warnings:heavy angst

Words:1570

Peter Parker(Andrew Garfield) met two other Peter's.. They were like brothers.. But then he had to go home but he didn't go home.

I laid on the couch. I had bandaged my forehead, my lower hips, legs and arms. I only wore my tank top and shorts. Patrol today was absolutely hell. I had to stop a train from crashing into a ocean. The people I saved, returned the favor as I remembered losing my consciousness. As if the day was not long enough. Had my hands full with Kingpin. Now it's finally time for rest. I see Peter every second I close my eyes and every breath. He was gone before I could say goodbye. His lifeless expression still edged into my mind.. I loved him.....

Alfred's P. O. V

I haven't been able to contact Y/N for two days. I'm terribly worried for her. She has been absent for months. I drive to Forest Hills, Queens. Her knew home as of now. What happened to when she was so young? So little? Something felt out of place. Could she be hurt? I walk into her apartment and I gasped. She was sleeping lying on her couch. I see Spiderwoman's uniform I pick up the torn suite. I nearly fall from shock. It explains why she's been absent. She's doing too much. She needs more proper medical treatment. I kneel down to her. I gently touched her burning forehead. She opens her eyes weakly.

"Alfred? What are you doing here?" her voice tired.

"you haven't been answering my phone calls and now I see as to why"

"I'm ok it usually heals within a day or sometimes ah few hours" she assured sounding absurd.

"Y/N you're injuries are severe enough to last over a week" I corrected.

I then hear sirens. She instantly got up and winced in pain.

"for heavens sake my dear child you must lay down!!" I ordered

She runs into her bedroom and wears different uniform than the one that was torn in my hands. She had her mask off with a nervous expression. How is she standing after the severe wounds that were on her?

"uh Alfie.. I.. I promise I'll explain.. Later!" she runs out the window shooting a web from her wrist.

Y/N's P. O. V

I swing across the city feeling like I was flying. This is the only way I can deal with my grief. Shots were fired to the innocent drivers and the cops. I quickly use my web webslinger to take the gun from the two men driving away from the cops. I use my web to attach to the car, with my feet braced back off the wall of the building to try and stop the skidding car. I let go as the cops circle the vehicle. I then hear my phone ring. Alfred.. I let out a deep sigh and text him. I can't talk right now. I'm lucky to have even made it out the window. I put my phone back. 3 days later I decided that I would spend the night patrolling in Gotham in my H/N uniform. Kingpin was in prison for a while at least.. Things were too calm. I couldn't exactly use my webslinger here so I grab my grappling gun and shoot it to swing across. I land onto the roof of a building. I sense movement but it was no threat. I was instantly embraced by Spoiler. I laughed and hug her back.

"oh H/N!! I'm so glad you're back!!" she exclaimed overjoyed "we have SOOO much to catch up on!!"

I gently wave to my little brother. Red-Robin waved back with a amused expression from Stephanie. I then saw Robin. He folded his arms with a glare to me.

"oh please don't tell me your still mad at me?" I asked with a smile.

"tt" he scoffed "you have not had the time to make yourself present for any occasion in months L/N"

"I know bud, I'm sorry but I really would love to hang out with you.. Maybe we could go to the zoo tomorrow?"

His expression softened as he shrugs "perhaps"

I softly chuckle and kiss his head. He pushed me away annoyed with my affection. I then feel a giant embrace from behind I instantly recognized who.

"hello to you to boy blunder" I laugh softly, I remember when he was little and I would carry him on my back.

"I resent that!!" he said appalled.

I ended up eating a midnight snack with Jason but then he had a date with his girlfriend. I went to the arcade with Tim. Duke and I ate lunch as he told me about school and a new girl he liked. I spent time with my sister's as Stephanie talked.. A lot. Dick and I went to get ice-cream.. Because he's five. I tried to spend as much time as I could with everyone. I spent too much time away from my family. 3 weeks later.. Patrol in Queens has been.. Weird. I see the guy in ah similar uniform to my own.. Copycat? I don't know how he manged to fly through the city just like I do. He's saved me on a few occasions. Anytime I try to get close he vanishes. Then he sent me a note saying ~we need to talk, spidey to spidey~. It was late in the night. I stood in the alley way waiting for the copy-spiderdude. He approaches me, his demeanor was oddly familiar.

"I don't know who you think you are?!"

"Y/N--" that voice...

"I don't know who you are? Or how you manged to uncover my identity?" I instantly feel uncomfortable..

"actually Y/N you do know me" he began to take his mask off "or you did know me in your world... But I'm not the me you used to know"

It was! I gasp covering my face. "P-Peter?" I remember him falling... I shot my web slinger and caught him but.. "it.. Isn't.. P-possible.. You're dead.. I killed you.." I began to cry "I killed you"

That night Peter.. Or the Peter from another universe.. As he, said and I sat in my room. There was a very long awkward silence. He looked just like him.. I told him he could stay at, my place until we can figure out how made it here and not back to his, own universe.

"Can I ask you a personal question?" he asked, I nodded "so uhh, what's your Peter like?.. I.. I.. I'm so sorry if that's too forward.. I actually I shouldn't have--"

"no it's OK. I was actually going to ask you the same thing about.. Your Y/N... Let's see my Peter. He.. He was like you same life but Aunt May had passed away 2 years ago"

He had ah saddened expression. I could see his disappointment. I think a part of him thinks he's stuck here.

"sorry for my downer mood, go ahead I want to hear more"

I nodded "it's OK he did have ah uncle Ben.. Who he lost.. With great power comes--"

"great responsibility" he said with ah sad smile. I smile kindly back. "he was really funny and kind.. I really.. Loved him"

"so what was your Y/N like?" I asked burning with curiosity.

"she uhhh... She was amazing, beautiful like you.. I mean not to be forward but you.. I really love your smile" I instantly blushed with a smile "anyway.. She didn't have ah family.. Was in foster care.. She didn't get bitten by ah spider.."

"neither did my Peter" I said a sting of hurt in my voice. "I guess I don't have a family either.. Well not blood family"

"really? Who adopted you?"

"uhhhh it's kinda funny actually.. And crazy.. Is there a Batman in your.. Universe I guess.."

"uh what w.. T.. F.. Is Ah BATMAN sounds terrifying!" he asked genuinely terrified.

"you have no idea" I awkwardly laugh with a nervous sigh. "let's see I guess you should know that I have a LOT of siblings and ah kind witty grandfather.. And a stubborn Dad"

"how many?" he asked intrigued

"let's see.. There's my little brother Grayson, then Jason, then Tim, then Damian, then Duke and I have 3 sisters.. Barbara.. Cassandra.. And Stephanie"

"wow, that's hard to keep up with.. I really appreciate you letting me stay here" he said genuinely appreciative.

"oh of course.. Besides you've been helping me out the last few days in a very odd way"

"yeah sorry about that.. I know it looked kinda, weird... I just didn't really know how to approach you.. I guess" he truthfully said

"I understand.. Well it's, getting late.." I stammered this is oddly healing my wounds.

"yeah I'll sleep on the couch" he said giving me a kind smile, my heart began to beat rapidly. "I'm really sorry about your Peter.. I couldn't save the Y/N L/N of my world"

"hey it's OK.. I couldn't save the Peter in mine" I empatheticly said "make you a deal, what say we watch over each other?" I offered

"sounds like a plan" he smiled wider.

"I guess I'll see you in the morning" I yawned.

"Y-yeah ok" he awkwardly said

I stand onto my feet. This is really hard. I give him a kind smile.. I don't know what to say..

"goodnight Peter.."

"goodnight Y/N" he grinned.

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frownyalfred · 1 year

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Clark being annoying in the Marvel universe after getting accidentally transported there: well MY billionaire vigilante would never do this—

#tony: shut up about how upstanding and moral bstman is #Steve: wow this Batman guy sure seems like a good guy #Bruce: wow a Bruce who’s crazier than me nice #Natasha: he’s totally in love with him #Clint: brute?#Thor: I will challenge him to an arm wrestle on our Bruce’s honor #bruce wayne #batman #dc #superbat #clark kent #superman #clearing out OLD drafts #remember when I wrote dc/marvel crossovers?#sadly I do

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thecrystalquill · 2 years

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Lux ~ Part Three

Peter Parker x Santana!Reader - Diablo’s Daughter

Marvel/DC crossover

A/N: It’s part three!! A little shorter than i would’ve liked but i got stuck and couldn’t figure out how to write the rest that i had in mind...

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The Rolling Stones blasted through her earphones, drowning out any thoughts that dared to leak through as (Y/N) walked the streets of New York. She paid no mind to people passing her, focussed solely on Mick Jagger’s voice until she finally made it to her destination. Four large windows decorated the front, Santana Studio displayed in bold red and orange on the glass. She stared for a moment, then made her way in, the bell chiming as she opened the door.

Immediately she felt at ease. It was a decent sized room, bright lights illuminated every corner, boxing posters and neon signs on the walls, and the sounds of classic rock and punching echoed around. Two women were boxing in the ring at the centre-back of the room, and a few men were using various training equipment set about. Tearing out her earphones, (Y/N) went behind the front desk to tuck her backpack under the desk, checking on a few things while she was there.

“Hey, (Y/N).”

(Y/N) looked up to be greeted by a middle-aged man in a white tank top, leaning on the counter with a bottle of water in hand. “Hey, Phil,” she replied, giving him a smile; the same one she’d been faking all day.

Phil was one of her favourite people. He was tall and muscular in appearance, his dark skin was always well moisturised, and he had the kindest eyes. He was ex-military too, a nurse at a base at the other side of the world or something, and now spent most of his days between the gym and working at local charities, usually providing medical care for people who couldn’t afford it. She couldn’t care less about the Avengers – Phil was a real hero.

“School go okay?” He asked, getting out some gauze from a shelf behind her. Phil was also one of her Dad’s only friends.

Tying back her hair, (Y/N) nodded to him. “About as okay as usual.”

Without having to ask, Phil took her hand and began wrapping the gauze tight around it, tying it safe. After both hands were given their base armour, (Y/N) grabbed her gloves and started to stretch a little, hoping to relieve some of the stress of the day. “So,” she began, removing her sweater to reveal her loose black T-shirt, “where is he?”

Phil sighed deeply, tilting his head to the far corner. There, just past the ring, was her father, beating the hell out of a heavy punching bag like he wanted to hit it through the brick wall behind. “He’s been there a while,” he said in a heavy tone, handing her a chilled water.

She gratefully accepted, putting on her gloves and securing the Velcro at the wrist.

On an average day, Chato was calm and level-headed, albeit with the melancholy tones that never went away, he was usually so peaceful; but on days like this, when that peace was so awfully shaken, he was a flurry of emotions, and no one dared approach him – except, of course, his dear daughter.

As she approached, (Y/N) could see the effect the day had had on him. Sweat dripped down his face and body, the muscles in his arms already looking over-worked, but the exhaustion allowed her to see the bare emotions he was feeling: guilt, pain, anger, and grief.

It hurt to see him like this.

“Dad,” she voiced, quickly grabbing his attention.

For a second, there was a fire in his eyes, which quickly went out as he came back in the moment. She could feel the heat radiating from him from six feet away. “(Y/N)…” he said, his voice sounding gruff and unused, “four-thirty already?”

“Yep.” She said, handing him the water as she stepped closer, giving him a hug and doing her best to ignore the moisture on his skin. She wasn’t about to ask how long he’d been punching, by her guess it was far longer than she’d like. “My turn?” She asked instead, pulling away and taking a stance in front of the bag.

Wordlessly, Chato took a hold of the bag, keeping it still – not that it would take much effort; it was a heavy piece of equipment and she was too small to cause it any damage. He watched as she swung at it, punching right and left, up and down, in a pattern she’d learnt years ago. “You get here okay?”

(Y/N) nodded as she swung again, harder this time, followed by an uppercut. “Fine. No problems.”

Conversations were sparse on days like this, when neither knew what to say, both too in their own head to communicate.

“I got an A on that assignment from last week,” she said, throwing her knee up to hit the bag, “the one on Lord of the Flies.”

“Yeah? That’s real good, Mija.” He praised, focusing on the power in her movements and stance simultaneously, commenting on her footwork.

The cake was a little small, the left half was decorated a soft orange, and the right a hazy purple; each side displaying letters in the opposite colour – Alex and Maya. Taking a lighter, (Y/N) lit the candles, one and eight. A painful reminder of the years lost.

They watched the candles melt and drip down onto the icing, sitting in heavy silence until they burnt out into nothing more than two gooey puddles. “Happy birthday.” Chato mumbled, taking the knife and cutting five slices.

“Happy birthday,” (Y/N) repeated, taking the paper plate handed to her.

The two of them sat in their small apartment, five plates of cake set around the table, three chairs empty. The sweet flavours of the cake would have been satisfying, but it only left a bitter feeling in their mouths. How could they possibly enjoy it without the people it was meant for?

(Y/N) often wondered what life would be like if that awful night never happened. Would they be going to college right now? Would she get along with them? Would their mom have been able to accept (Y/N) as a part of the family? Would (Y/N) even be around? Would her dad still be a Gotham criminal with a power complex?

She wished she knew them. She wished they were alive more than anything. She imagined how they would tease each other, get into fights, steal each other’s stuff, get into trouble, all the things siblings did. She imagined their mom, Grace, making them all dinner and treating (Y/N) like one of her own. (Y/N) remembered so little of her mother, she could only vaguely remember her face, but the photo of Chato’s deceased family was always safe in his wallet, and Grace felt more familiar in her mind than Elizabeth.

When their slices were gone and the remaining cake was thrown away, they sat on their sofa and processed. It was their annual event, cake and deep thinking, rarely disturbing the sadness in the air. Most people would ignore the feeling, try to lighten the mood – but for them, ignoring it wasn’t an option; the grief was meant to be felt.

How could they ever forget?

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