Brain dead au where Jason was planning on pulling a Bruce.
Only to see Tim pulling the cowl equivalent of goo goo eyes during the middle of an Arkham breakdown.
Ahh hell..
~~~~~~
Jason, dumping a bucket of water on a chained up Tim: RISE AND SHINE TIMBIT!! IT’S TIME FOR A CHAT!
Tim jolts awake: wha- Jason?? What the f- why?
Jason casually circles around Tim: Quite simple Replacement! You’re fucking with my plans again and quite frankly neither of us like it when we have to have this little chat.
Tim: I have no fucking clue what you’re talking about. You know Alfred isn’t going to approve of the theatrics-
Jason: DON’T BRING ALFIE INTO THIS! Besides I think he would be quite proud of me right now. Using my words, he’s been trying to get Bruce to do the same thing since he was eight.
Tim: look I haven’t been trying to fuck with anything-
Jason: oh contrary little Timmers! Blue eyes black hair. Occasionally green and white. Nearly beats Dickie in wordplay and somehow has befriended the demon brat well enough that he has the honor of first name basis.*whirls around to glare at Tim* You are not as fucking slick as you think you are.
Tim:….
Jason: So here’s what’s going to happen. You’re going to go home and nap. Get at least six hours and then clean up. Choose something nice to wear and ask him out. Treat him like a fucking gentleman and stay off everything but emergency coms. AM I CLEAR?
Tim: c-crystal..
Jason: good. I was planning on pulling a simple Bruce on him and all that but if this works out than I don’t even need to do any of the heavy lifting. But if this doesn’t than I’m letting you know that you are not going to enjoy any of the family dinners afterwards.
2K notes
·
View notes
It’s All Coming Back to Me Now (Spock x Female Reader)
Version 1
Word count: 1,067
A/N: this takes place after Spock returns to the Enterprise after coming back to life. Reader is his wife, and is exhausted from trying to help him remember their life together, and contemplates divorce. I have 2 versions, one where Spock is more calm to the news, and one where he is slightly more confrontational(no violence don’t worry).
T/W: slight smut at the end, 18+
Y/n: My heart was conflicted at the thought of divorcing my husband. On the one hand, I wouldn’t have to deal with the stress of him not remembering our life together. However, on the other hand, I was devastated to lose my T’hy’la. I knew that I was being illogical and letting my human emotions get the best of me, but I was tired of crying. I cried when Spock died, I cried when he came back, and I cried when I showed him our family photo album.
Suddenly, the doorbell to our quarters chimes. “Come in,” I say.
Spock walks in. “Hello, wife,” he says, voice monotone, almost sad.
I reply simply, “hello, Spock.”
He sits down on a chair across from me. “I have overheard that you have been thinking of a koon’ut’kal’if’fee. May I ask why?” He asks.
I swallow hard. How can I tell him my reasoning without upsetting him? Even though he was still half Vulcan and half human, his human side was more dominant since he was resurrected. “Honestly, Spock, I’ve just been struggling with this. I know you can’t help that you can’t remember anything, but I’m having a really hard time telling you all of our memories. I know I should be grateful that you are alive, which I am, but I’m just having a hard time accepting things how they are. I-I’m sorry.” Tears well up in my eyes.
His expression softens. “Please, do not be sorry for how you feel. If this is really what you want, I can get in touch with the Vulcan council tomorrow. I just want you to be happy.”
Happy… that broke me. Would this really make me happy? At the current moment, I can neither live with or without Spock. “C-can I have some time to think before we make any decisions?” I ask.
“Of course. I would not want to make a decision unless you are certain,” Spock simply replies.
“Good.” I throw on my jacket. “I’ll probably be out late, so don’t wait up for me.” Maybe I can clear my mind on the observation deck.
—————————————————————
Spock: Y/n was right in saying she would be out late. At around 22:00, I decide to head to bed. Yes, I was saddened by the possibility of divorce, for I had gotten used to having her around. Wether or not I had any previous memory of her, I still found her very pretty and kind.
Sleep comes easy at first, but then becomes littered with vivid dreams. The first dream, y/n and I are stuck on a foreign planet, and are forced to share a sleeping bag to keep warm. Her small body fitting like a puzzle piece against my chest.
In the next dream, I’m experiencing Pon Farr. Y/n mates- makes love- with me, giving me her virginity. I am filled with an excitement and love I have never felt. Y/n looking like a beautiful goddess, I wish this dream would continue.
Finally, a bitter dream fills me. Y/n is pounding on a glass wall, crying and repeating my name. I soon realize this is my death, risking my life so that everyone aboard the Enterprise would be safe.
“I remember!” I wake up in a gasp. I had not just experienced dreams, but in fact, memories. Y/n, she is not only my wife, but my Ashayem. It’s all coming back to me now.
I jump out of bed, and run to y/n’s room. I knock on her door and wait. After a moment of no response I knock again. The door opens, revealing a sleepy y/n.
Y/n: “Spock, it’s four in the morning. What do you want?” I ask, rubbing sleep from my eye.
“Ashayem, sit with me,” he says, leading me to the bed.
I obey, and sit on the bed, asking, “ what’s this about?”
“I remember,” Spock says.
“Remember what?” I ask.
“Ashayem, I remember everything,” he states. His voice sounding more like his old self.
Could it be true? Could I really have my husband, my logical, Vulcan dominant husband back?
“Okay, what names did we have picked out when we decided to have children?” I test him.
“We decided on T’Ral, if we had a son,” he begins. For a daughter we agreed on Sh’vha.”
“Alright,” I breathe. “Where were we the first time we made love?”
I could see the slightest smirk on his face, the first smirk I’ve seen since before he died. “We we’re on Vulcan, of course. I was experiencing Pon Farr. I risked death or you risked losing me to my betrothed if we did not mate. You were willing to give me your virginity and be my bride just so that I wouldn’t die. For that I am forever grateful… no matter how illogical it is for me to feel such way.”
“Oh Spock!” I hug his neck. “You really are back!” A tear falls from my cheek. “Oh, T’hy’la!”
Spock: I gaze deep into her eyes, and I allow myself some vulnerability. “Oh, Ashayem,” I take her hand in mine, with a passionate Vulcan kiss. I have longed for her touch for too long. Y/n leans in to share a human kiss, that is just as passionate. The combination of both kisses fills me with a deep longing. It had been a long time since y/n and I had been intimate, and I could tell she was longing for me just the same.
Y/n undresses for me, and I do the same for her.
“Are you ready for me, Ashayem?” I ask, climbing on top of her.
She nods, “ just as ready as the first time we made love.” She smiles and kisses me.
I slide inside her, knowing that she will always be my beautiful bride, my Ashayem.
We share the most passionate night of love making we have ever experienced, when we are interrupted by our alarms going off.
Y/n gasps, “I forgot I had duty today!”
“Do not worry, Ashayem. You get cleaned up, and I’ll tell the captain you cannot make it today, and I shall spend the morning cuddling with you, just like we used to,” I reply.
She kisses me once more. “You’re the best Vulcan husband a woman could have.”
“And I suppose I must be the happiest Vulcan alive,” I reply, hooking my fingers with hers.
175 notes
·
View notes