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moonfox281 · 1 year

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Hi Moon🌙, your pen is so beautiful, and to be honest with you, there days when the only thing that gives me the power to resume the day is your stories. I in love with Nightwing and Red hood in your writing, and I want you to know that someone across the sea always waiting for your update. English is not my first language 😊. Note: can please write a story about John and Jason take care of sick Dick 🙈

Thank you for such a beautiful heart-to-heart message. It always feels like a boost of energy getting to know that, at least, somewhere, my writting is making a small impact on someone.

And don't worry, English isn't my first language either. We're here talking anyway (´ ꒳` )

"101.4"

Dick pouted when Jason raised the thermometer to his head and forced him to look.

"No more patrol for you."

"But-"

"No but."

One night, one rain, and two hours soaking wet and cold. All of those were enough to knock Dick off his feet and bedridden him for the rest of the week.

Hated to admit, but this also might partly be Jason's fault. They shouldn't have screwed around in the shower after that, and now Dick was beet red and coughing his lungs out.

"Stay, pop." John crouched over and tugged the comforter up to Dick's neck. He had gotten so big over the years, but each time he hunched over their bed, half climbing in like wanting to join in their arms, he turned back to the little scrawny kid Jason fished out of Crime Alley that one late night.

"Get a mask, John. I'm contagious."

"I've lived on the street. Can't go down that easy."

Jason fist-bumped his boy and climbed over, joining in. They all ended up in a pile surrounding Dick. At least his husband wasn't complaining. Dick was always weak to heat, and John and Jason were practically two human heaters.

By the door, Beast came tapping his feet and claws down the wooden floor. He gave Jason those pleading eyes, whinny huffs when circling around the bed. Jason, who came up with the strict rule of not sleeping on the bed. His forth stayed strong until John started kicked his legs and Jason nodded his head, letting the dog jumped on the end of their bed and made his home there.

For the first time in forever, he was glad their bed was massive.

"Don't you boys have somewhere to go? A school to attend? A crime organization to run, perhaps?"

"I'll skip class."

"No you won't."

"I'll cancel today."

"No you won't either."

Jason fixed his place by Dick's side. He ran hotter with a fever, cheeks rose and lips red. Blue eyes sparkles on the verse of tears after each series of aggressive coughs.

He knew how to rile him up even when bed sick. Jason rolled over uncomfortably in his suit, clumsy with where to put his hands and feet. He dreaded to pull Dick closer but also not too close.

"You wear the set I gave you last Christmas." said Dick with his hands ran along the length of Jason's suit and tie. Bony fingers tuck underneath the waistcoat, down to his dress shirt and warm over the centre of his chest.

"It must be something important. You should go."

"Nothing is more important than you."

"That's not what a crime lord should say."

Jason snorted, "That's not how a husband should reply."

Dick stretched and hiked up in his arms and elbow, pulling Jason's by the tie and crawl fingers on his neck. He moved as he liked, had fun toying with people's hearts. Jason's heart in particular.

"Take John to school and go to your meeting. I'll call Jeff up."

"Nice, why don't you ring Slade over to join as well. Maybe Roy too. He'll come running a city away with champagne and flowers."

"What's with you and the people I know?"

"I don't know, what's with you and men who are eager to get in your pants?"

"Asshole."

"Your asshole," he shoved his ringed finger up and at Dick's face, "Forever!"

Dick laughed hard and it felt good to make Dick laughed in such an earnest, banal way. Even though his lungs quickly regretted it and pulled out a string of violent coughs and sneezes that left him breathless and sweaty.

John perked up from where he laid by Dick's side, "I'll got get some warm water." He was quick to his feet, hop off the bed and soon enough, they heard him clattering around in the kitchen all the way from the bedroom.

"He loves you."

"I know." admitted Dick, all swoon and putty against the impact of their son's silent affection.

"We loves you."

"I know."

"I love you."

"I know." Dick's head turned to look at him, "I love you too."

"No, you don't get it." Jason climbed over and let Dick flopped down mattress from where he leaned on him earlier.

With both hands planted by Dick's head, it was so painfully obvious how different their sizes was. Dick wasn't small but he wasn't particularly big either, but Jason? Jason was a fucking giant. And he took full advantage of his physic.

"I love you." He exclaimed again, placing his big palm down Dick's heaving chest, and pressed until Dick coughed out again. "I love you. So don't fucking die on me."

It felt nice to have Dick all ruffled up underneath him, to have the mattress sunk under his weight and Dick looked up at him with sparking blue eyes, rosy cheeks and sweaty skin.

And it felt like some certain screws must be running loose in Jason's head for him to think of a sick person this way. But since when normality was in the Bat-kin bio? None of them was supposed to be normal. Same went for the grinning devil under his mass.

Sick or well, Dick was a fucking pandora box to not be poked. He wrapped his legs around Jason's waist and- Christ all mighty- turned the table. Jason went down with a painful creak of the bed, arms and legs, muscle and guns. None mattered with a Dick Grasyon in a milky wool cardigan and sweatpants, tousled hair and shimmering in golden light, straddled him right on the crotch.

Jason found himself praising the Lord, he wasn't even religious, he just found the need to thank some god for letting him crawl out of his grave to eventually crawl into this holy man's bed.

"Don't get cocky."

"Yes sir." came out instinctively, trembly like a fucking hoarse chicken.

"Drive John to school, and when you both get back, get me some cough syrup."

Dick trailed his hand down Jason's tie, pulled it, jerked him off the bed, and automatically, his hands found their way on Dick's hips to lock their bodies tight against one and another.

"I won't die. At least not until I'm the death of you."

"Y-yes."

"What?"

"Yes, sir."

"Good boy."

If Jason could see his own face now, he must look fucking stupid. But there wasn't something wrong, because this was Dick fucking Grayson. And Dick fucking Grayson was straddling his thighs and hooking his fingers in the short ends of Jason's hair.

At the door, John stood dumbfounded, water in hands, barefoot against the floor and mouth agape.

"Go to school, chump."

"Yes, sir."

This was Dick fucking Grayson.

#jaydick #dick grayson #jason todd #mob wife au #my fic

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anawrites3 · 1 year

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so. a sladick where they're in their little not-really-enemies-with-benefits-and-maybe-feelings for a while and from time to time one of them gets bolder with saying random feelings-related things. and one night dick just completely absent-mindedly - dozing off with head on slade's bicep - says something like "wow, you're the first person I actually want to have sex with" and slade snorts but then pauses for a second because

slade: wdym kid "first", didn't you have girlfriends? boyfriends? anything?

dick: I mean did but it was really only them wanting it more

slade, more confused: so you've never had sex before?

dick: nah, we did

slade: the f

then he proceeds to try to make dick come to conclusion by himself that something was very wrong then or maybe he's just misunderstanding it but he finally has to accept that the little bird he fancied apparently has major communication and consent problem (it's my "dick sometimes has no clue if "no" is even a valid option and wouldn't safeword out of the scene even if he had a knife to his throat" and slade has to debate with himself if he's generous enough to try to fix it)

Dick is such a people pleaser 🥺 my poor boy, Slade probably would be confused about it because he doesnt give much of a fuck to what others think while Dick always puts other before himself. Slade would teach him that its okay to say 'no' just because, theres no reason needed if you just don't feel like certain stuff

"Kid, you can't be serious." Slade looked down on him in disbelief.

Dick shifted a little in his place but still didn't lift his head from Slade's arm, comfortable and blissfully tired. Only a frown started to form on his face at Slade's words.

"What?"

"You know you can and should say no when you don't want to do something, right? No matter what it is. Especially when its about sex and your body."

Dick didn't reply right away and it was clear as fuck that no, he did not know that.

"It's not like it's a big deal." the kid had a nerve to shrug and suddenly Slade felt the urge to seek certain Bat out and have a talk with him. What the fuck.

"Dick." He moved a bit to make sure that the boy was looking at him and actually listening. "If I visited one day and you just got back from a difficult mission and felt like shit... If I told you that I want you right then, would you agree, just like that?"

"Well... yeah? I don't mind."

"You don't mi- for fuck's sake."

#sladick #a bit of #my writing #i actually feel bad for dick in this one 🥺#he should know that he always can say no to things #slade is pissed af because bruce should've teach him that!#what the fuck he was doing teaching the kid to fight but not to say no #maybe if dick is stubborn about it slade would call the manor #and have a chat with alfred #my reply #anon

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starwalker03 · 11 months

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I have thoughts and questions on the au of WMLP where the league actually gets the kids out. Just the Drama of the league saving Kaldur and Conner only to find out Dick and M’Gaan are alive! And worse off! Artemis is fine?? She’s living with a internationally, wanted assassin, but not being abused, tortured or enslaved?? Kids thinks she’s fine.

What would Artemis do if her friends got saved? Would she come home? Drop the father bomb on Roy and Oliver and try to go back to normal? Continue with revenge?

It could be really funny if each time the JL rescued one of their kids, said kid complained and told them they should have saved another one. Save Conner and he goes “you need to get Dick out. Don’t work about me!” Try to save Dick and he complains “why are you bothering with me? You’re just tipping the Light off. You should have gotten M’Gaan out.” Like getting the jump on Deathstroke is simpler then taking on the Light.

I like to imagine they got Slade by hiring him from a shell company identity and jumping him and Renegade on the job with the entire Justice League. Batman pulling out all the stops. I also think Dick would fight with Slade until Slade ordered him to give up or abandoned him to escape. Even with the League calling his name and trying to tell him they’re here to save him. Can’t stop my love of angst and drama. Also idea of Slade ordering Dick to stand down with hand signals and Angry Superman jumping in Slade’s face for it.

These kids (who are no longer kids) are such a mess. Imagine Black Canary getting to unpack all that. She’ll need therapy. Comes out of a therapy session with Dick or M’Gaan right to Oliver like “I need you to convince me not to kill someone.”

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no but you're right that would be Conner's reaction. just immediately starts chewing out the nearest leaguer because 'you idiot! you just completely lost the advantage of surprise! the hell do you think you're doing oh my god- nope. no get out of my face i need to go stare at a wall because I'm gonna strangle someone this is ridiculous' and Clark in the background like 'buddy. buddy, can we talk? hey, you know Dick is dead right? you were at his funeral, remember?' which does not end well.

God, Artemis. if her friends were saved. now there's a thought. yeah she probably would come home. assuming this is around five years in and Jade has had the kiddo, I think she'd want to stay with Jade to help her with the baby but also she'd run home and hug Oliver and M'Gaan and Dinah and immediately drag Roy home with her by the ear. Then I think she'd gather the six of them all together and start plotting revenge.

That is definitely a good way to go about grabbing Renegade from Slade. God the idea of Dick desperately fighting to protect Slade while he's telling him to stand down and retreat and the league are yelling at him to stand down because he's safe. fuck man. Dick waking up and as soon as he sees someone in arm's reach socking them across the jaw. he has to be restrained and oddly enough it makes him feel better. the leaguers desperatly trying to get through to him, for him to say he doesn't want to be what he is, so they have grounds to not turn him over to the UN and throw him in Belle Reve. Dick refusing to comply until They get M'Gaan in and she tells him it's okay and they can get through this and maybe, just maybe, if they play this right they don't have to go back to how things were. AH. ANGST. amazing. I appreciate this.

#dick grayson #dc comics #fanfiction #angst #deathstroke #young justice #with morality like a polynomial #wmlp #artemis crock #conner kent

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forlornmelody · 11 months

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Outlaws, Chapter 1: Raise Hell

Rating: Explicit (Smut, violence, drug addiction.)

Fandom: DC Comics, Titans (2018-2023) to be specific.

Ship: Jason Todd/Rose Wilson. Rose Wilson/Roy Harper. Jason Todd/Roy Harper, Rose Wilson/Artemis of Bana-Mighdall,

Summary: The road to redemption is fraught with twists and turns, especially when one has been to hell and back. Jason Todd swore he'd never work with a team again, but when a familiar foe shows up in Gotham, A.R.G.U.S. leaves him little choice.

Note: chapter titles are named for songs from my Outlaws playlist. This one is named for "Raise Hell" by Dorothy.

Link: here

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Normally Amanda Waller puts out her clove cigarettes on the ground with her heel. This time she hands the butt to her assistant. “Find a trash can.” Few things faze her, not after years in her line of work. But the sight before her eyes makes her reach for her lighter. “Run me through the facts.”

The Gotham CSI wrinkles his nose. Funny, that the guy has a sense of smell at all after living in this cesspool. Recent transplant, maybe? “We’re waiting for confirmation toxicology, but it looks like they all died of a severe fungal infection.” He leads Waller through the scene, pausing by each body, labeled by number. “Weird thing though, we didn’t find any in the ventilation system.” The corpses look like they’ve rested at the bank for ages– mushrooms growing out of their eyes, their mouths, their ears–popping out of their armpits, their shirt sleeves–even their toes.

Waller clicks her tongue. “Lamia spores.”

“Ma’am?”

Forget the cigarette. She needs a stiff bourbon to wash this dry musk out of her throat. “Things just got a lot more complicated.” Waller turns abruptly, heading for the bullet-proofed van she arrived in. “I gotta make a phone call.”

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“You’ve no idea the trouble you’re in, do you?”

Jason Todd sits in an interrogation room, handcuffed to the back of his chair. His Red Hood helmet rests on the table in front of him, in reach and out of reach at the same time. Across the table stands a black woman with short, almost buzzed-cut blonde hair. She works with Barbara, doesn’t she?

“I dunno, lady. Should I?” He lets loose his smirk, eyeing her like a cat eyes a bird.

The lady frowns grimly. “You’re too hot for Blackgate.”

“Why thank you.”

She ignores him. “And those too hot for Blackgate go to Belle Reve.”

That stops him cold. Belle Reve is Amanda Waller’s high security zoo. One of the few prisons in the country not stuffed to the brim with convicts, cause it’s really just a funnel for her pet project: The Suicide Squad.

“So you’ve heard of it.”

Jason narrows his eyes. “So who’s on the other side of that mirror? Gordon? Waller?”

“Your ticket away from getting a bomb installed in your brain.”

His boots aren’t chained to anything. Interesting. Jason tilts his chair back, bracing one boot against the edge of the table. “Look, lady. I can make a deal with Satan himself, but I gotta see him face to face first.”

The door clicks open, and she steps in wearing loafers. Real snakeskin by the look of it. Black slacks. Burgundy sweater. Smart watch. Her raven-silk hair swept into a neat ponytail. Really, she could pass for your average schoolteacher if she wasn’t one of the most terrifying women on earth. “I can take it from here, Vee. Thank you.”

He’s only seen her on Batman’s computer. Always thought she’d be taller. This woman had Deathstroke’s kid? More than that–Adeline Kane (or does she still go by Wilson?) taught Slade Wilson how to fight. In a way, she’s at least partially responsible for the hell Jason went through two years ago.

“Jason Peter Todd. You ended Batman. Wrecked Gotham City. You turned one of my agents and nearly fucked my most important mission.”

Agent? Was she still military? “Flattered, lady. But you still haven’t told me why I’m–” Jason rattles at his cuffs, “--here.”

“I should kill you.”

Really, Jason should keep his mouth shut. One does not talk smack to someone as powerful as her. Not if they want to remain intact. “I’m already dead, lad–”

“But one doesn’t destroy a weapon one can use.” Adeline Kane whips out a key and unlocks Jason’s cuffs. “Let me introduce you to your team.” She heads out the door, not waiting for him to follow.

Rubbing his wrists, Jason glances up and down the nondescript hallway. He sees doors on either side, and a fire exit at the far end. “I don’t do teams anymore, lady.”

“It’s Adeline. And it’s my team, or Waller’s. Your choice.” Slade’s ex (or would she be his widow now?) stops just before the last door on the left, pushing it open. She folds her arms as she waits for him. “I don’t have all day, Todd.”

Slipping inside, Jason has another comeback ready, but it falls soundlessly from his lips when he sees those seated inside. “Donna?”

“You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” Donna smirks, but her eyes stare him down dead. Fuck. She knows about Hank.

“I–” Jason starts to say, but then he sees the young man sitting next to her, and he feels lightheaded.

The second ghost waves back, a shit-eating grin on his face. As if he had never died in the first place. As if his death hadn’t completely destroyed Jason Todd’s miserable life.

Jericho Fucking Wilson.

Adeline shuts the door behind them. “Jason Todd, codename: RED HOOD, meet your team.”

He should probably sit down, but his legs won’t move. Act cool. Still wanting to keel over, he leans back against the door, folding his arms.

“Roy Harper–” A dude with ginger hair salutes casually in Jason’s direction. “--codename: ARSENAL.”

“You already know Donna Troy, codename WONDERGIRL.” Donna’s smile vanishes. If looks could kill…

Adeline’s steel voice softens just slightly. “My son, Jericho.” No codename? Jason quirks an eyebrow but says nothing. The rest of his brain is too occupied trying to figure out how dear Addie Kane found another Lazarus Pit.

“Artemis of Bana Migdal.” A tall, auburn-haired, and olive-skinned woman nods at him, her arms folded. She could probably fold him in half if she wanted to. “Codename–”

Artemis clears her throat. “I do not need a–”

Adeline continues without so much as a side-glance. “GRACE.”

Artemis’s mouth slams shut–her bright green eyes flashing.

“And lastly–Jericho.” Her mouth twists. “Where’s your goddamn sister?”

No.

Jericho lets out a heavy breath, his hands signing his reply.

“Go get her, please.” Jericho rises from his seat, hurrying into the hallway.

Fuck, no.

“Assuming she’s still breathing.” Donna murmurs. Funny, Jason’s pretty sure he’s not breathing either.

Fuck fuck fuck. Jason would kill for a beer right now. Actually, that window across the room seems like a nice one to jump out of. They’re on the ground floor, right? He should run. He just needs to pick up his fucking feet and go, but they won’t move. C’mon. C’mon.

The door opens again. She stumbles in, her platinum hair greasy and disheveled. Jericho closes the door behind them and Rose Wilson flops into the nearest empty chair. Without even looking at him, or anyone really, she folds her arms on the table and uses them as a pillow.

So, some of us is real and some of us isn’t?

No! No, this is real.

“Glad you could bother to join us, Rose.”

“Where was she?” Artemis asks, quirking an eyebrow.

Jericho signs “Gym.”

Donna smirks. “You owe me twenty, Harper.”

Roy sighs as he fishes out his wallet. “You okay, Rose?”

She opens her eyes briefly, then closes them.

“Rose?” Adeline asks, and when she doesn’t get a response, she slams her hands on the table. “Rose. LIllian. Wilson!”

Rose jerks awake, her bloodshot eyes glaring with fury. She almost looks like she’s about to snap out some retort, but she leans back in her seat instead. Too exhausted to argue? Yeah, Jason remembers the feeling with an anvil dropping in his stomach. Out of habit, he reaches into his pocket for the inhaler that isn’t there. That won’t be there ever again. Fuck.

A glimmer of a proud smile ghosts across Adeline’s face. “Now that you’re all here. It’s time to introduce you to your first assignment.” She flips the light switch off, and nods at Vee to turn the projector on. How the fuck did Vee even get in this tiny-ass room without him noticing? Jason shakes it off.

Roy lets out a low whistle.

“Oh shit,” Donna murmurs.

Jason turns back to the screen, and he swears under his breath. Two bright green eyes stare back at him, with matching green lipstick and glossy red hair.

Poison Ivy.

#titans #jason todd #dc comics #rose wilson #roy harper #donna troy #artemis of bana mighdall #jericho wilson #joey wilson #adeline kane #dctv #melody writes #outlaws #it's finally here!!!#so scary putting this out in the world but here goes

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st8rrywrites · 8 months

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SEVENTEEN - CHAPTER ONE

FEMALE OC - SKYLAR SLADE

BLURB: What lingers in the darkness should be left alone. Especially when its least expected. Being seventeen never had its perks and this was one reason why. What do you do when you feel like someone is coming after you and all you can do is plague those thoughts alone?

WARNINGS: mentions of suicide, depressive episode mentions, mentions of severe anxiety.

WORD COUNT: 3,245 words

CHAPTER ONE:

Imagine never changing throughout your whole existence. Yeah, well this is how Skylar felt. Mind you she was only seventeen on the cusp of eighteen but she felt like surely life would change maybe even for the better. Sure she had her doubts but she thought that maybe she could have something gratifying happen to her just once.

Skylar doesn’t really remember anything from her childhood unless its shown to her through stacks of pictures and videos. I think that’s down to the point that she drove everything good in her life so far into the back of her mind that all she can think of when someone speak so dearly of their childhood is all the things that went wrong for her as a kid.

Her mind works in mysterious ways, as a kid she always thought everyone’s minds worked identically, however, this was not the case. When Skylar was around the age of nine, it was lunch at school and she was trying her hardest to include herself in her friends conversation whilst they were all sat round the hall eating their packed lunches. What she said next caused a lingering silence over the whole group for the rest of lunch, and in fact the rest of the day until school was over. Skylar wasn’t even fully concentrating on what they were talking about, probably something about boys or something along those lines.

“Do you guys ever wonder what those little voices in the back of your head are doing?”.

Silence. Pure silence loitered for a whole two minutes as Skylar’s mind was racing with thoughts. To say she was floored was an understatement. Just as she was about to make a quick exit after realizing she had just practically shook the souls out of her friends, one of them spoke up looking like she was about just laugh right in her face and send her on her way.

“Oh my god Skylar, I never knew you had any humor in you.”

Pausing, for maybe longer than it felt, Skylar just played along with it because surely that was the best thing she could do in this situation. She’d tried so hard to not make a fool of herself for the five years she’s spent at this torturous place already and she couldn’t deal with it if the teasing started over something she believed was deemed normal for everyone her age. This wasn’t the first memory Skylar could place of her childhood but it was definitely up there as one of the most embarrassing ones to this day.

Shortly after that incident at school, the thoughts of that day just wouldn’t stop intruding her mind in any irritating way it could possible so she decided to ask her parents what they thought about it. Best to say they didn’t take it calmly. At all.

The week after she had the conversation with her parents, she was sitting in a room that looked like it had projectile vomited warning signs in every direction you looked. At nine, most people envision playing on the streets with their friends until their parents call for them to have tea, this wasn’t the case for Skylar. Instead of enjoying her time doing things most kids were doing, she was sat trembling in fear at where she was and why her parents had sent her here. Her thoughts were racing and it felt like one more thought and her brain would quite literally explode like she could imagine one more thought squeezing into her brain and BANG! The several nerves, blood vessels and chunks of her brain cling to the walls like a fresh, new coat of paint. But that didn’t happen. Instead, her thoughts were closed off when a shadow towered over her, a massive grin etched from both corners of her mouth and if she didn’t think clearly she thought that this strange woman could of gobbled her up whole.

“Skylar Slade?” the woman questioned.

Sheepishly looking upwards a slight, a hushed “yes?” slipped from her mouth.

“Brilliant! Come this way!” the woman enthusiastically replied.

Trudging through the dim halls, Skylar found herself be lead to a room at the back of the hallway. Making herself as comfortable as she could (although it looked anything but that from anyone else’s point of view) on one of the chairs inside the room, the young lady sat down parallel to a very confused, and agitated Skylar. The silence just grew louder as Skylar thought her ears might burst from the ringing that was starting to slowly grow louder at the anticipation of what this stranger was about to say.

“Hello Skylar, I’m Susane and I’m going to be your therapist for however long you need me to be.”

As soon as Skylar knew what was actually going on, she barely had time to form a coherent sentence before Susane spoke up again.

“So today, I thought we would just start at a slow pace and get to know each other better!” she shared as she looked intently into Skylar’s eyes awaiting an answer.

Still in a daze, Skylar meekly nodded as if to agree to what this woman was saying but also being very unsure of the whole situation still. And that’s how every Wednesday for the next few months went. As a kid she just thought that it was her parents concern for her but as Skylar grew up she came to the realization that they were in fact scared of their own daughter.

Now being seventeen on the cusp of eighteen brings so many opportunities and experiences, for everyone except Skylar. She barely went outside let alone hang out with her friends. Not that she didn’t want to, she desperately wanted to go out and do things but there was just barriers holding her back and she didn’t know if she could ever cross them. Yes she had her whole life ahead of her but she genuinely couldn’t shake the feeling that life was going to drag on like how her life had been for the past seventeen years until death gets ahold of her and her life ends like everyone else’s does. From Skylar’s beliefs it didn’t make a difference if she went out or not. She’d always felt invisible, and terribly alone. Even if she had loving family and friends it didn’t make a difference because everyone she knew felt like the same person to her. Either fuck up her life or simply exist beside her. There was no other option in her eyes.

Back in year eleven, Skylar had to do a group project that would end up going towards her final grade. It felt like the teacher was trying to laugh right in her face purposefully when she told the whole class what the topic of the project was. Emotions. ‘Well at least I might get a good grade out of this’ is what she was thinking. The next sentence the teacher said was what sent full on shivers down her spine.

“You’ll all be put into groups of four, and I will choosing them so don’t start moving closer to your friends.”

Skylar wanted to throw up. She couldn’t do this. ‘I only talk to like three people properly in this class’, ‘I cant talk to most of the people in here what am I going to do?’ and ‘I’m fully shaking, I need to get out of this room as fast as possible’, were running through her head at the speed of light. She needed to think of something fast because she doesn’t have long left before the teacher announces what group she’s in. Before she could let another thought intrude her panicking, the teacher speaks up.

“Okay, group one…Skylar”. Fuck. “Leo, Jennie, and Alex.”

Her fear slowly crept away a bit when two of the names that were listed were people she could talk to. After that whole ordeal went down, the rest of the lesson went by swiftly. Now was when she had time to work on her piece by herself, at home, in the comfort of her own space. She hated art class for once specific reason, that everyone else in that class could see everything she was working on and even though it was high school and not a professional art college or anything but it was still so intimidating for everyone to see if she had miserably failed on something or not. And mind you, a lot of the people in her class were born artists. Honestly, she swears the talent came out with them when they were born.

The piece of artwork was due the next week so she decided to get a head start on it so she wasn’t flailing around last minute trying to make it look perfect. Without even realizing, Skylar had finished the whole piece in one night. She was actually very pleased with the way it came out. Then it dawned on her…’What if this is all too much?’ she mused. Imagine being really proud of something you’ve achieved and then getting the crippling fear that others will judge you for it. That was what was swarming round Skylar’s head.

A week had past too fast and its only because the panic of what the other students would think of her artwork. Back in the seat she was sat in exactly a week ago, trembling in fear was now laced with paralysis as she patiently anticipated what the outcome of this whole ordeal would be. Finally as if on cue of cutting her thoughts off, the teacher arose telling everyone to get into their groups and to share what they had all created. Leo was the first to share his piece with the group, it consisted of an oil painting of a silhouetted man hurdled at the knees with waves above him as a symbol of emotions crashing down. It was really creative and the symbolism made it ten times better in Skylar’s opinion. Next up was Jennie, she had sketched an intricate design of half a face and inside of the iris was a broken and beaten down person but from the outside the person was smiling.

“Emotions can hide other emotions,” Jennie mentioned.

Two people had already gone, now she could feel the panic bubbling in her throat. Thankfully, Alex went next, and his piece of art was incredible, it consisted of a blurred out face with many colors leaping off of the persons face as if they were in a hurry to scatter around. He concluded his presentation with,

“It’s supposed to represent the unknown of feelings and emotions.”

Now it was Skylar’s time. All the eyes were on her as she gathered herself to pick up her artwork and show what she had miraculously made. She closed her eyes firmly, not wanting to know the reaction of her peers. That was until she heard a slight gasp from across the table which then turned into a second and then third gasp emitting from all three students. Skylar couldn’t tell if this was a positive or negative reaction so she slowly peered her eyes open to view the three students gawking at her like she had just won the lottery.

“That is the best artwork I’ve ever seen! I swear on my life!” Jennie said with so much awe in her words.

The two other students grumbled in agreement. Skylar didn’t think this would be the outcome. At all. The thing is that Jennie, Leo, and Alex didn’t know that this piece was based off of her and not just some inspiration she had found online. But it didn’t bother her. In fact, she would rather it be like that, less humiliation on her part. She had sketched a person screaming with miniature heads above them, all shouting at the person as if to manipulate their brain into doing something irreversible. Skylar had to come up with something quick to make it seem like it was about another person before the questions started pouring in from the classmates.

“It’s about the voices in your head that try and trick you into doing damage to yourself mentally and physically,” quickly after saying that she quipped with “I know that’s what some people struggle with so I wanted to bring it to light so that other people can see it drawn down on paper.”

She well and truly thought she had saved herself. But when does anything go right for her.

The next day she trudged into school not knowing what was waiting for her behind those hellish doors. Five minutes into the school day, her head of year comes waltzing in asking for Skylar. She never thought anything bad of it, the head of year probably just wanted to chat about how her grades were slipping more recently. What took her by surprise was that the same piece of artwork that she had gleefully shown off to her classmates yesterday was now in the hands of the year leader and being wafted right in her face. The voice of concern came next and Skylar was not excited for what was about to come out of head of year’s mouth.

“Your art teacher, Mrs. Dounce, handed this to me this morning and voiced her concerns about what you turned in for your group project yesterday.”

Fuck. Stuttering was not an option right now but Skylar didn’t know how to form a full sentence to reply to what had just happened. Forcing the first words that wracked into her brain she responded,

“I’m not exactly sure what you mean? I just created a piece of art that I thought was best suit for the topic we were given?”

Confusion laced in her voice as she tried to create the perfect lie.

“You know you can come to talk to me about anything, my door is always open.” She mentioned as she looked at a shrunken Skylar with pleading eyes.

Skylar tried her best to calm down the situation whilst also trying to speed up the conversation so she get out of this uncomfortable situation as fast as possible.

“No I promise everything is fine, like I said I was just trying to stick to the topic and make sure I made it to the best of my abilities.”

The year leader slightly shook her head in approval before dismissing Skylar back to her lesson. But before she could reach the doors to make her brisk exit, a small slip of paper was forced into her hand. She didn’t even check what it was, she just departed with a slight smile and darted as fast as she could towards the bathroom. Once safely in the bathroom she took the time to calm down the high rise of anxiety she was feeling, she peeled open the note. Her worst fears came true that day. Another slip of many she’s had in high school, a school therapist - date and time and where to find them. The school acted like it actually helped the students, but in fact it made them want to off themselves even more.

So here she was again, back in yet another form of therapy. She stopped counting after the age of twelve, it was too much to handle at such a young age. She also stopped caring all together because deep down she knew that none of this would help especially after she’d been doing it for nearly a decade.

Skylar just somehow managed to pass all her GCSE’S in the end. Now was the time to freak out about a fresh new start at college. Skylar doesn’t speak about college, actually she refuses to, it was too much for her in the end and she didn’t make it very long before she dropped out.

Now she just lazes in her room, day in, day out without a care about her future or even herself. She feels like she’s slowly slipping away from reality and her mind is losing consciousness of what day it even is. ‘When the voices won’t quieten down at any time of the day and you feel yourself slipping into insanity, is that normal for a person to feel like this?’. Is what lingers in the back of Skylar’s head everyday as if to notify that her parents might have been right to be afraid of their daughter all along. To say she was lost was an understatement, she forgot how to feel proper emotions after being cooped up in her room for so long but the same would of happened if she was going about her regular day to day life. The world was what made her crazy, the people, the shallow fear of what outside had to bring, and for the most part the three set rule – be born, work until your old, and then die. Being alone had its perks. It gave Skylar time to be herself and to calm down from all the overwhelming responsibilities she knew she had to overcome one day. Being alone also has it disadvantages because as much as she loved being alone she had to actually make sure she kept the only friendships she had.

Speaking of her friends, Rose had tried ringing Skylar five times already trying to get her to come out with them to a club tonight. Skylar though that was possibly the worst situation she could end up in tonight. She would rather be curled up in her bed scrolling through her phone and binge watching a show she’s already seen multiple times before. However, she did feel bad that she had ignored the pleas from all her friends, especially Rose, about tonight’s plans. So out of guilt she ended up being somehow persuaded into this hellish evening. This was the person Rose was, persuading. It depended on the day if she wanted to be viscous or gentle about it though.

Rose was the person everyone would die to have as a friend. She always kept everyone in their best interests and would always reassure everyone that they deserve to live, if not for them then for her. Never a day in her life has she made anyone not feel included. She just has this comfortable presence around her that makes you never feel judged in the slightest for your interests, your personality, and much more. For only being seventeen, she has every trait only Skylar could dream of. Outgoing, bubbly, a kind soul, enthusiastic, and caring and so much more that the list could go on forever. When Skylar agrees to things its always out of impulsiveness, the panic always creeps up after. This is the stage she was right now.

She’d never gone outside of her comfort zone like this before. She knew she couldn’t live in this bubble forever but why did it have to face it today?

Bracing herself for what was to come, she rolled out of her slump and started to gather an outfit together. The endless possibilities of what was to come tonight raced through her head the whole time she was getting ready. Now was the time she could back out but that would just make her friends more disappointed in her.

So here she is, stood outside in the freezing cold waiting for her friends to pick her up. Who knew that this night would change the course of her life forever.

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hedgiwithapen · 2 years

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Talk about Stargirl and YJ AUs please?

my stargirl aus are often With Other People, and include such delights as " sure would be a shame if General Eiling was here and Interested in Rick... and then what if Team leverage rescued him?" and " you know, roulette is a fun villain who would absolutely want Rick or Courtney in her fight ring.... and what if the crocks were regulars there, hmmm.... (and what if team leverage showed up to save them)" and "my DnD character Miri the Paladin is CANONICALLY a multiverse hopper and she has that 3.5 protective aura against fear and hates mind control and man. I want to send her to blue valley to help the kids fight the ISA and maybe she can bring along one of her cleric buddies for Saving The Dead Kids Purposes " followed swiftly by " Miri shows up in blue valley again six months later and goes " what am I dealing with this time?" and eclipso is about to regret SEVERAL choices. Young Justice aus are ALSO often with other people and contain treasures like " Tara is a triple agent, turning on Slade the second she's freed because wow fuck him" , " the raid to the island with the Shadows results not only in rescued Tara and Jason but also bby Cisco ramon and Wally west (whomst Cisco was snagged by the Light to pull out of the speedforce) and why not, and au version of my DnD character Prosper, and WOW Connor's house is Full, this is so many. we need an adultier adult, not you Jace." and "look I just think team leverage really should be in everything lets go steal some metahuman children back and also possibly Markovia but like temporarily." (Sophie organizes the king and queen's Faked Deaths as a way to find the betrayer and Tara wrecks her uncle's shit using an old family heirloom that Parker once stole because she can control rocks and gems are just Sharp Rocks.)

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Robin Them Blind

Master Post, Chapter Five

CHAPTER SIX: REPORT

Robin had been in the Teen Titans for just over two weeks now, and he had been gathering a lot of intel, just like he had been asked to do. He was walking the hallways when he heard Beast Boy talking. He stopped and stayed behind a wall so they wouldn't suspect that he was there.

"Thank you," Kid Flash's voice came. "I know that you have the most experience with this kind of thing, so that's why I came to you."

"Me? Experience??" Beast Boy asked with shock, "Are you sure about that?"

"You crush on girls all of the time!"

Beast Boy blinked. "A crush? Wait- YOU HAVE A CRUSH ON SOMEONE?!?!" he yelled loudly.

"Beast Boy, quiet!" Kid Flash blushed darkly. "Not so loud, please."

Beast Boy quickly covered his mouth. "Sorry." he whispered.

Kid Flash took a deep breath. "I just need your advice. How do I tell him how I feel?"

Beast Boy slowly lowered his hands from his face. "Him?"

Kid Flash shut his eyes and looked away with a nod. "Yes, him. Do you have a problem with that?"

Beast Boy's eyes widened and quickly shook his head, "No no no! It's totally cool! I just never thought- well uhh..."

"You thought I was straight?"

He shrugged. "To be honest, I didn't think much of it at all."

Kid Flash smiled softly. "Yeah, that checks out for you."

"So, what do you want to know?"

"How do I tell him how I feel? I mean, we haven't known him that long. I just... Robin's great and all and I want him to be happy. Preferably with me."

"Well the first thing you should probably do is-" he paused and shook himself awake again, "Wait, you like Robin?!"

Kid Flash blushed more and nodded. "I do."

"Huh."

Robin's eyes widened at this new information. It was not something he expected. "Huh." he mumbled quietly.

"So... what do I do?"

Beast Boy brought back his concentration and nodded. "Right. Well, knowing Robin, and I hardly do, I think the first move you should make is ask him out on a date."

"How should I do that?" Kid Flash thought. "I don't know what kind of thing he would like."

"There are a lot of things Robin's unsure of. Maybe taking him out to eat and then for a night time stroll so you get to know him as he gets to know himself."

Kid Flash thought then nodded. "Good idea."

Beast Boy grinned and nodded. "I always have great ideas."

"It wouldn't say always." Kid Flash gently nudged him with a grin.

"Hey!" Beast Boy whined.

"A date, huh?" Robin thought to himself as he turned around, "This could be interesting."

"Beastie. You're like my little brother. Let me tease youuuu."

"Noo!" Beast Boy whined.

The moment Robin turned around, he realized Raven was right behind him.

Kid Flash pulled him into a headlock, ruffling his hair.

"Robin? What are you doing?"

Robin's eyes widened and quickly cleared his throat. "I was, uh, just about to grab some food."

"You're listening in on their conversation." Raven had heard Kid Flash and Beast Boy, but didn't know what they were talking about.

"I didn't hear anything," Robin lied and pulled out a hidden communicator out of his ear that he used to contact Slade, "I was listening to music."

"But you were crouched outside of the door."

"Can't a guy stretch whenever he feels like it?" he chuckled.

"You're up to something. The others may trust you, but I don't."

"Oh, Raven," he said innocently, "What could I possibly be up to?"

"I don't know yet, but I'm going to find out."

"Well good luck with that then," he smirked and walked off, "I'm gonna find me some snacks."

Raven huffed then looked at the closed door. Kid Flash and Beast Boy were still in there.

"So when do you plan on asking him?" Beast Boy asked.

"Maybe tomorrow night," Kid Flash decided.

"Good luck, dude!"

"Thank you, Beast Boy." Not a second later, the Titans got an alert of a thief escaping jail. Kid Flash opened the door. "Team! Let's go!"

The team formed together and headed to the location they were alerted to.

"It looks like a thief just escaped jail," Raven said flatly.

"Shouldn't take too long," Cyborg noted as he started looking for where the thief could've gone.

Kid Flash nodded. "Everyone, pair up. We're going to go into three group of two so we can cover as much ground as possible."

"Good idea." Cyborg nodded, "BB and I will go east."

"Starfire and I will go east," Raven stated.

"Uh, alright. We'll go west then."

Kid Flash grinned then nodded. "Sounds good. We'll find this thief."

Robin nodded. "Alright, let's-"

He was suddenly cut off by a voice coming from his communicator. "Robin." Slade's voice came up.

Raven left with Starfire while Cyborg and Beast Boy left as well, leaving Kid Flash alone with Robin.

Robin froze and quickly looked over at Kid Flash. "KF, I uh.. I think it'd be best if we go look out individually. We are the best of the team, after all."

Kid Flash looked a little disappointed, but nodded. "Okay... I'll go west, you go south."

Robin frowned, feeling bad and quickly turned around to gently grab his hands. "I'll see you later. And just in case you were wondering, I'm available tomorrow night."

Kid Flash blinked. "Why... okay? Cool."

Robin smiled at him quickly and immediately used his staff to pole vault up to one of the city buildings to run off. This was something that he needed to do alone for some reason. He got far enough so no one could see him and stopped to respond to Slade's call.

"Hello?" he asked.

"Robin, I need you to return to the lair to give me your report so far."

"I'll be there soon."

"Good. And be quick. The thief will be found soon and he was merely a distraction so you could get away."

"I'll be quick."

"I'll be waiting."

Robin nodded. "See you soon."

He hurried to the lair to meet up with Slade. He had been having so much fun, he had almost forgotten that he needed to do reports.

He got there and met up with Slade. "What's your report?"

"I have learned that most of the team is very quick to trust. Kid Flash even has a crush on me."

"A crush?"

"Yes. On me. He wants to ask me out tomorrow."

"Interesting." he replied, intrigued.

"What should I do?"

"I say go along with it," he ordered, "Gaining the trust of the strongest Titan is a great advantage."

Robin nodded, deep down, knowing that it was wrong to do. "Of course, sir."

"It won't be long till the plan will take action and you won't have to worry about them anymore."

He nodded again. "What will become of them once the plan is complete?"

"They will no longer be a threat to us."

"I know that. But what will happen to them? Will they be prisoners or dead?"

"Does that matter to you?"

"I'm just curious, is all."

"Well it's none of your concern."

Robin looked down. "Of course. I'm sorry to ask."

"I gave you this mission because I trust that you wouldn't get attached," Slade said strictly, "Do not disappoint me."

"I won't. I was just curious."

"Good. You may carry on with your 'hero mission.'"

Robin nodded. "I'll report back in two weeks, as agreed."

"Good. Don't let me down."

"I won't."

"Then go."

Robin nodded and left.

Chapter Seven

#robin them blind #robin #slade #dick grayson #teen titans 2003

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brucewaynesasshair · 2 years

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i was rewatching titans(2018) and then in 2x07 dick started hallucinating bruce

i forgot how funny those scenes were so i took the time to write down some(a lot) funny stuff 'bruce' said

i put my comments in blue i thunk it's easier to read it that way

2x07

they say the suit makes the man. in your case, i guess it would be a...memorial urn. a whole life reduced to a decorative can of ash.

when you walk away from a job, you really walk away. let things go, *looks at the ground*, let, ooh, people... go. *still looking at the ground(he's talking bout jason🤚😭)*

you were gonna trade your life for jason's. noble. and fuckin' stupid. *lmao bruce🤚😭* you thought deathstroke wanted you? guess what, precious? he wants everybody but you.

genius. a nice, quiet place where they can finis him off.

*pretends to be on a call with dick* hello? hey, dick. oh, sure, i can look the kid up. hey, i just relized what your special skill is, the thing that makes you the natural leader in this group. you're the only one with my phone number.

*casually walks in* more people should drop their problem children off buildings. it clarifies the mind and body. *great advice bruce really good one😂*

that should do it. "sorry." always makes things right *he ain't wrong tho*

*bends down beside jason* ah...rest will fix him. then a team of shrinks *it was 1 shrink but it still didn't work but okay u couldn't know that bruce LMAO*, maybe some meds. uppers, downers, in-betweens. kid'll be right as rain. *spoiler he wasn't*

the master of unterstatment. *after dick said "no jason it's not ur fault for going out there alone"*

well done. you can check that off the list *'the list' there is a list🤚😭(ik it isn't..i hope.)*

houdini is flattering. houdini was not suicidal. *i'm sorry but i almost peed my self at this, GOLD!* there's no egg fried rice? *no bruce. there isn't😂*

now is working for me. *LMAO*

*the 1 n' only* NO SHIT! *from hank and bruce*

bastard's clever, too. no wonder dawn made the trade. *bruce pls🤚😭* i always imagined it was a lateral move, but now i see it's an upgrade. *an 'uPgRaDe'*

military speak for when you're bald-faced lying. you take note, kids. *takes out pen and paper*

everything else has gone so well. *oh yes it has gone perfect. couldn't be better😂*

*dick left but he's still here LMAO* it's nothing to worry about kids. just a mild psychic split. anybody need anything? milk? eggs? body bags? *bruce is going shopping🤚😭*

hide your little "boo-boo". it's too bad alfred isn't here to fix it. *immitates alfred* "oh...oh,somebody has a nasty splinter i'm sorry, master grayson, but that's going to have to come out. let me get the tweezers.

he speaks. *aperently he does😂*

five years. why does nobody remember that? *he was so upset about that part poor bruce😂*

now you're cooking, baby!

*just the whole dance scene*

and i'm the one with anger issues? *bruce is very offended by this😂*

let me guess. we have a date. *u better buy some flowers then mby slade loves tulips😂😂*

psst. yoo-hoo. there's somebody missing.

2x11

oh, cry me a fucking river. *upset hand gestures*

oh, it was very moving. *starts clapping* *we LOVE sarcasm LMAO*

okay that's it

sorry but hallucination bruce was my fav part of s2

also i'm pretty sure this is everything funny hallucination bruce said but if i misses something feel free to comment it🤗

#jason todd #dc titans #funny #batman #bruce wayne #titans season 2 #titans 2018 #hallucination bruce is my fav #he was so funny #it's even more funnyer when i relize that it's all just in dick's head he imagined it

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Hello! I recently follow you and read your writing of DC. I love it, your writing are really good! For a request, i have this idea...

Platonic yandere Damian wayne with twin sister reader. Maybe, when they were kids, he used to be hated her because she was excelent in everything and have a little care and love from Talia. But she really care for his brother and then Ra al-ghul put them to fight among themselves on a cliff to see who was going to be the future leader and in a bad move, they ended up hanging up in the cliff. Then his sister, not wanting to see his brother die, brings him back to the surface and she ends up falling. Damian didn't know how to react and only receive a slap from his mother .

How about, after Damian goes to live with Bruce and being the new Robin, in one of the fights with Slade and his partner, this partner decides to let himself be trapped so that Slade can escape. In the Batcave, they take off the mask to discover that it is their sister, but someone very different, with another personality, cold, somewhat insane, hostile and very intelligent like that, because she was submerged in the Lazarus pit by Slade, who consider as a parent. Maybe Damian will try to reason with her and apologize for what he did to her. She tells him that it is too late and a smoke bomb explodes to reveal that Slade came for his daughter. She, determined, goes with him, but Damian tries to stop her, but is defeated and tells him that he should never have saved him, to see how Damian tears up and before leaving, he laughs and says "I didn't know that demons cry "

it could be possible? Thanks!!

Ukht: Sister in Arabic

Title: Not Again

Talia was surprised when she gave birth to twins. The boy a few minutes sooner than the girl. She was glad as well as they had two lethal weapons instead of one.

Two children with the blood of Talia Al Ghul and The Batman.

There was a boy she named Damian and she name the girl Y/N. She cared for them a short time after they were born then they were cared for mostly by maids.

As they grew older Damian began to despise his younger sister. She was perfect at everything and he was always second best. He believed she got all the love of their mother and grandfather and left him with none.

They were 10 when they were dropped at the top of the tallest mountain on their land and told to fight to determine the next Leader of the League Of Assassins. They were equals. They fought for hours as they each met each attack with one of equal force same with defense. They were bloody and bruised and Y/N couldn’t bare to hurt her brother anymore. But we she was about to give, she didn’t notice how close to the edge they were. The stood facing each other with their feet barely not over the edge but as Damian attack he knocked himself over the edge because he lost balance as he grew angry and let his emotions over ride his training. But as he fell he grabbed onto his sisters leg and she was pulled down with him. The didn’t fall far as they ended hanging onto a small ledge not to far from the top of the mountain.

Y/N knew what she had to do, but did she have the strength to do it is what she was questioning to herself.

She grabbed the rope she had attached to her belt and used one hand to toss it up and luckily for her it landed around a tall rock while the other end flew back down. The two ends of the rope were next to her and she leaned over and attached the rope to Damians belt as he struggled to hold on. He looked over once he felt the weight on his belt and he looked back at her questioningly.

“I love you Damian.” She said as she grabbed onto one end of the rope, pulling Damian up to the top as she used as much of the weight she could to work as a pulley system. She didn’t want him to bed up falling back down so as soon as she saw he was safely to the top, or as safe as you could be on the top of the mountain. She let go.

Damian screamed as he saw his sister fall beneath the clouds to her death, and he couldn’t do anything. He hated her all of his life for reasons she could not control and he didn’t realize that he never triplet hated her until he realized he never had been without her. She patched him up after fights in the middle of the night so he couldn’t protest, gave his pieces of food, tried to show him love but he wouldn’t accept it, not from her.

He regretted it now.

A assassin flew a helicopter up to the mountain with Talia in the back going to collect Damian. Once she arrived and Damian had fought the pain and walked onto the helicopter, Talia slapped him sending him to the floor with a red hand print on his cheek. He wouldn’t cry, never.

They arrived back at the compound and Talia led him to Ra’s. Of course they talked about everything he did wrong then made him practice for 5 hours until it was perfect. After they sent him away to sleep he had nightmares of his sisters death, and how he hated her all those years.

The next day he was sent to live with his father after the league was attacked and Ra’s was killed. His mother handed him off and later on he decided to stay with his father even after he was to be brought back to the league. It had been a few months since then and Batman and Robin were in the middle of a fight with Slade otherwise known as deathstroke. He was a powerful force to be reckoned with. But even worse now, as he had a sidekick.

A fully masked figure wearing fighting gear and knifes strapped to their thigh, not to mention the very sharp Katana they were wielding, it was a difficult task for them both. But Batman dodged a stroke from the blade and the blade hit a gas pipe, as it was about to explode Slade ran off and Batman was about to go follow before she tackled him to the ground. They fought for a good couple seconds before Robin joined the fight and she was knocked out.

Batman and Robin swung out of the warehouse with Batman holding the masked figure as the pipe exploded leaving behind a burning building.

They put her in handcuffs and put her in the back of the batmobile as they drove home.

“Who do you think she is Batman?”

“I’m not sure.”

They drove home in silence, when did Slade get a partner?

Once in the bat cave they tied her to a chair before Alfred fixed up their cuts. The figure began to slowly wake up and she struggled in the chair before settling while staring at the duo.

“Why were you with Slade? A partner? Sidekick? Apprentice?” She doesn’t respond and continued to glare. The Bat stared right back and couldn’t help but think she was very short, just a inch or two below Damian. Her eyes seemed young as well but didn’t hold any innocence.

“You heard him, who are you?!” Damian demanded by Robin put a hand on his shoulder

They still didn’t respond. But, an idea came to mind. If she gave away her identity it would distract them enough for her to initiate a plan.

“Take off my mask Damian and see.” She spoke ominously while they both looked in shock that she knew his identity. He got over it and quickly ripped off her mask and he was staring into eyes alike to his own.

“Y-Y/N?”

“Miss me? I’m sure you didn’t.”

“Who is she Damian?”

“He never told you about me?” She asked with a fake point then proceeded to smirk.

“Damian?” Batman questioned further but all domain could do was stare.

“I’m his twin sister.” If there was a time the bat had showed that he was shocked it would have been when he found out about Damian, but this one rivaled it.

“W-What?”

He looked over to Damian but Damian turned away.

“Yep, his little sister only by a few minutes.”

Damian and Bruce took off the masks looked at her. Bruce saw the resemblances, between Damian and her, between her and himself.

Damian knelt in front of her and stared into her eyes.

“Forgive me ukht, please forgive me.” Tears gathered in his eyes surprising y/n. Damian crying? That’s not possible.

“Forgive you for what Damian?” Bruce questioned staring at his children.

Y/N had her lips pursed so Damian responded.

“Our mother and grandfather put us against each other in a mountain… it was a fight to the death to determine who would be the heir to the league. We fought for hours before I let me emotions lead and I fell. I grabbed onto y/n and she came down with me. We felt onto a ledge with barely enough room for us to hold on.” Bruce’s eyes are wide and slightly teary. “She grabbed her rope and made a pulley system. I was slipping, she tied it to my belt and jumped, telling me she loved me. Pulling me to the top as she Plummeted down. She fell, or rather let go so I could live.”

“And yet here we are.” She spoke snarky glaring at Damian.

“How are you here then?” Bruce questioned feeling as if he knew the answer. Jason was a standing example.

“You already know Bruce. The Lazarus Pit. Just like how it brought back Robin #2.” She smirked as he glared slightly. Damian glared back at their father as he needed to calm down.

“But did you know something Batman?”

“What is it Y/N?”

“We always have a back up plan.”

With that the wall bursted open and Y/N shook of the robes she had been working away with a small knife. She held up a small tracker she had on her and smirked at their surprise faces. The duo threw on their masks even though their identity’s were already known.

Slade walked in with swords at the ready and he threw one to Y/N.

“Nice to see you.” Slade smirked at her.

“To you as well.”

“Ready to go?” He questioned her ignoring the bat and the bird.

“Ready when you are.” They nodded slightly and

Slade attacked Batman while she got Damian. With the help of a smoke Bomb and their disorientation from the information that she was alive, they were fairly easy to take down. They knocked the duo down to the floor and tied their legs together, just to give them enough time to escape.

“You can’t go! Not again.” Damian yelled with tears streaming down his face. He couldn’t lose her, not again.

“Wow look at that Slade.”

“What is it Y/N?” He played along as they turns towards the whole in the wall.

“I didn’t know Demons could cry. You learn something new everyday.”

Slade tossed another smoke Bomb into the cave as the last dispersed, distracting Damian and Bruce since they had almost gotten out of the rope, and got far away from the duo.

Damian stared at the hole in the wall in a mix of anger and sadness. Bruce in shock still.

Damian sobbed and fell to the floor in tears.

“Not again.”

~*~

Hopefully you liked it! Sorry it wasn’t too Yandere, I wasn’t sure how to make him a Yandere with this. But I how it was still good. Thank you for reading and I hope you have a great day! ♡

#damain wayne #Bruce Wayne #Batman #Robin #slade wilson #deathstroke #Damian Wayne sister #Bruce Wayne daughter #lazarus

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sladewilsonisanantihero · 3 years

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The Original Intent of Terra and how Deathstroke got the bad end of the stick for it

Okay, Deathstroke Children (Idk what to call you guys because fellow Deathstrokers would end this conversation immediately), I found the time to do this, so let's get to it!

(Note: My original laptop broke with my comics, so I have no images to spare, so it will be sourced. Another note: Many words will be in bold. Partly so that for those reading will not lose track.)

But if tl;dr:

Cold Hard Truth: Everyone from Terra fans to Deathstroke fans needs to stop seeing these characters as real people.

Original Terra wasn't human trafficked or whatever sob story people want to label her with. The CREATORS intended her to be written as Evil without the mental illness and to die for the shock value. They had Raven, The Literal Empath, spell this out in Judas Contract. As for Deathstroke's involvement, he was shoved into her creation story, and Marv Wolfman himself recognized his mistake in doing that.

And for those calling Deathstroke a nazi, Original Terra had nazi-like beliefs where common people should fear and serve them or be killed off just because they're 'special'. Again, BLUNTLY stated in the Judas Contract. So if you're going to call Deathstroke a Pedophile, we'll call OG Terra a Neo-Nazi. (But I highly advice for Deathstroke Fans to not start that kind of war, but I had to say what I had to say.)

Don't get me wrong. (Hopefully all) Deathstroke fans know that their relationship was wrong just like Marv Wolfman, and we do not support pedophiles! But Slade isn't a pedophile! He was never intended to be written as one! It was a mistake made on many levels and should be rewritten like OG Terra's Evil Neo-Nazi-like personality, instead of being thrown into cancel culture.

Also for Deathstroke fans, don't get upset over their content and begin any argument emotionally. Just enjoy whatever good content we can get and support it if you can. Hopefully we'll get our Deathstroke movies and so on!

So I've briefly chatted with one of you over the matter with Terra/Tara Markov and how upsetting it is about how people refer to Slade Wilson as a Pedophile. That is a serious accusation that would make it very uncomfortable to argue about since it can easily make it seem like we justify the actions of pedophiles, and that we are part of pedophile culture that does exist in social media space.

AND WE SHOULDN'T, AND FOR ANTIS READING THIS WE WON'T.

But there was a time when I used to have a blog called friendlyremindersofsladewilson, where I defended Slade and put the blame all on Terra. I was 14 at the time, and looking back at it, I am not proud of it because I realized now as an adult how I defended it for most of the wrong reasons, but still stand with the fact that SLADE IS NOT A PEDOPHILE.

And since this took place when I was so young, it compelled me to write this post because I fear some of you are really young, too, and may end up in this regretful position.

So to make it clear, what Slade had been written to do is a crime, and we should acknowledge it, but not in the way as if it was a crime acted out in real life.

What I mean by that is that there's a clear separation between fiction and reality where one isn't real (Duh!). In this case, it's about the mistakes made between fiction and reality. In reality, mistakes made by the person responsible is on the person. In fiction, mistakes made is dependent on the creator's intent, and sometimes the creators can make mistakes themselves.

Most notably Terra's:

Tara Markov/Terra was created by Marv Wolfman and George Perez.

In Marv Wolfman's literal website, he stated in his online "What the-?" column:

"Which leads to Terra. That was easy. George and I wanted a Titan who betrayed the others. we also wanted to play against every reader conception of who characters are. George and I knew her whole story before we began and we knew she would die. We set the story up with her trying to destroy the Statue of Liberty to show she was the bad girl, but we knew if George drew her as a cute kid everyone would simply assume she would be ‘turned’ from the dark side because that’s the way it was always done which is why that wouldn’t be the way we did it. Tara was insane an stayed that way right until the moment she died. By the way, she IS dead. I don’t know what other writers will do with her – if anything – but if they want to honor the original series they will leave her dead. The Terra from Team Titans was – as stated – some kid the villain kidnapped and physically and mentally altered her into looking and acting like the original. But she was NEVER the real Terra."

And it should also be noted that he stated before this statement that:

"...Only mistake I think I made with him is having him have a physical relationship with the 16 year old Tara Markov. That was wrong."

So Marv Wolfman himself recognizes that what he did was a mistake, but his intent on Terra was never to write a victim.

And quick note: Insanity isn't written as a mental illness here. It's written like how many villains are labeled as insane for having skewed beliefs that deviates from the common good.

Terra truly had some nazi-like beliefs where she BELIEVED that everyone who wasn't 'special' like her and the Teen Titans deserved to be treated like shit because they weren't 'special' like them. She bluntly said it herself in the Judas Contract.

As for George Perez's comment in an interview I found in this website:

"GEORGE: Tara was just a cute little girl, although I based a little bit of that on my wife Carol’s sister, Barbara. A little upturned nose… Barbara does not have the teeth that Tara had. I wanted Tara to be a girl who looked normal. Which also means her death caught everyone even more offguard.

Tara, she was made to be killed; she served her purpose. That was it.

ANDY: You didn ‘t get any attachment to Tara?

GEORGE: No, because I knew we were going to kill her. So I deliberately used all the things to make her as likeable and cute as possible, so people would never believe we were going to kill a sixteen-year-old. And she was a sixteen-year-old sociopath. She was one of our cleverest gimmicks; we deliberately created her in order to lead everyone astray. So we couldn’t build any fondness for her, ’cause we knew full well what her whole motive for existence was. Her existence was basically to keep the stories interesting; we were tossing a curve that no one would have expected.

ANDY: You didn ‘t even love to hate her, huh?

GEORGE: No. I loved handling her, because she was such a good idea. But she was an idea. Not as much a person. She was there to show exactly how much their humanity can be one thing they have to be careful about, the Teen Titans have to be careful about. . . they can be too trusting, or their own weaknesses can be used against them."

Terra was supposed to be a representation of An Evil Betrayal of Trust and That Not All Cute Girls Are Good.

But they took it too far by making her sleep with Deathstroke because they wanted to truly make her look evil by literally sleeping with the enemy. Y'know because this was the 80s, and women having sex was an evil act back then, and that point of view has somewhat or barely improved 40 years later.

Deathstroke was just shoved into this idea, and Marv tried and perhaps failed at trying to undo this mistake with his talk with Beastboy (Tales of the Teen Titans issue #55) and before his confrontation from Wintergreen (Deathstroke (1991); Chapter 35).

So just as I had stated at the top in the tl;dr, it was a mistake made on many levels and should have been rewritten out just as many had done with OG Terra's true personality, and be done with it.

Random person: "He still slept with a 16-year-old."

And it's not that hard to make other heroes and villains do this mistake. Because again, it's all fiction. Deathstroke's fictional. As in Not Real, so we could literally undo the damage by rewriting this mistake. Or make it worse by making Terra the rapist by her using her Earth powers to bind Slade down and force him, and you can't deny that it's plausible. Because she's fictional. Anything can happen. So why didn't Slade tell Beastboy whether he slept with her or not, maybe it was because he really didn't want to but he was forced into it. And that's just something you can't dump on a very emotional man who was trying to kill you a moment ago.

ALL THE POSSIBILITIES BECAUSE IT'S FICITIONAL!

But ANYWAY, I went way too dark there.

Ending on a brighter note: Personally to all Deathstroke fans, please value your mental health, please don't start any arguments that'll compromise it, and continue supporting Deathstroke in whatever way you can!

#Deathstroke #Slade Wilson

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BATMAN BINGO MASTER POST 2020

1 "I thought you were dead.": I Still See Your Ghost

Today was just not Dick's day. First he overslept his alarm and was late to work. Amy had been less than impressed at his tardiness... Then He had bungled what should have been an easy take town... But the straw that broke the camel's back was Tim. Dick had forgotten to call Tim.

2 Friendly fire: Fratricide

Jason was pissed. No, Jason was enraged. Yeah, he was enraged at the whole mess his family-- if that’s even what they were to each other anymore-- had gotten him in. It was meant to be a simple night. Break in. Torch the drugs. Maybe shoot a couple of people and go home. But no, Batman heard about his plans and decided that arson was too extreme. “Someone could get hurt.” Well someone had gotten hurt, a lot of someones.

3 Hypothermia: Weekend Commute

Dick Grayson makes his way home during the first snow fall of the year, when he finds himself confused and cold, miles from home.

Chapter two Bruce's perspective.

4 Superman: Bringer of the Dawn

The Aftermath of when the Joker shoots Dick.

Where do you go when your family tells you to get out?

5 Shot: The Gratitude Trap

Bruce finds himself in the dark, a place he never thought he would be when it came to Clark Kent and Dick Grayson. Yet here he is digging for answers, because he is too scared to pick up the phone and call.

6 Two-face: The Better Choice

How do you reconcile the man who was once your friend with the monster he has become? Bruce reflects on how the man he once called his best friend changed. How could the man who helped him foster Dick, hold that baseball bat?

7 Drowning: Omori’s Law

Deep in the sewer's under Gotham, Batman is trapped. There is no back up, no Robin. He is faced with the single truth that he tried to teach each of his partners... You have to save yourself.

8 Found Family: A Restoration from a Resilient Heart

Dick just wants to not be alone with the shadows in the house. Bruce doesn't realize he has lived with them for far to long, and maybe he doesn't have to anymore.

9 Adoption: The Irrefutable Truth

When he reached the reception, he found himself looking around a fairly empty room. There were a few call girls in the corner filling out forms, an older woman holding a dog, a kid that looked about twelve and a middle aged man who looked like he was ready to cry. He knew no one. Dick was about to turn around and head back to his desk when the on duty officer called out to him. Officer O’Conner was one of his fellow rookies, he had a thick accent. Dick thought he might be from Louisiana. “Grayson! Why didn’t you say your brother was coming to see you?” Dick looked at him with his mouth slightly open. There was no way he heard that right. “My what?”

10 Bruises: Mr. Wayne

Tim is new to this. He's only been Robin for a little over six months. It was going well. But now he was going to be fired. Batman wouldn't want a partner who got caught at school with a black eye. Would he?

11 Bruce is dead: You Have One Saved Message

Gotham gossip columns spread lies and smear good people's names. But yet Damian can't help but think maybe this mornings article was true. That despite all his claims of being the true son of Bruce Wayne, he was in fact the only unwanted one.

12 CPR: Vital Signs

Robin wakes to find him and Batman in an exploded factory. With Batman injured and the building burning around them, Dick struggles to get them both to safety.

13 Dad: Storge

Bruce could have sworn his spirit had left him momentarily. The sudden hollowness that filled him couldn’t be explained in any other way.

“Your dad must have his hands full with you.” Elizabeth Ribbons leaned forward and patted Dick’s shoulder, as he reached for yet another slice of cheesecake from a passing waiter’s tray.

Bruce fixed his eyes on the ice sculpture that hid him from view. It suddenly seemed like the most interesting design in the world. The soft lines of the ice on the otherwise insignificant over sized swan seemed like a lead shield... Because Dick would read it easily in his expression. He wanted to be Dick’s dad. But he wasn’t.

14 Stealing the Batmobile: T-Minus Six Hours

Some days Tim is sure that he’s gonna be killed. Usually it’s some luck shot or near miss that made his life flash before his eyes. Not today though. Today he was positive Bruce was going to kill him. Yes, today was the day that Timothy Jackson Drake was going to be put down. He’s not sure that even Nightwing could save him. He was going to go down in history as the first sidekick to be murdered by their mentor. Because the Batmobile was definitely not where he’d parked it.

15 Wayne Enterprises: Amidst the Absence of Meaning

Bruce is worried. He's running on less than three hours of sleep, and way too many cups of coffee. He had messed up. That much was obvious. The question was would Dick forgive him?

A gruesome night on patrol bleeds into Bruce's work day and now all he can wonder is if this is the thing that will push Dick over the edge? Had he finally seen to much pain?

16 Ransom: Sum of My Worth

The ring of the phone seemed to echo through the manor’s still too quiet long, winding halls, and everyone present collectively held their breath. Bruce lunged for the phone.

17 Secret Injury: Hiding in Pain Sight

“What?” Dick asked sharper than he meant to. He was tired.

“Nothing.” Tim said with a small smirk. “Heavy is the head.”

Dick closed his eyes, glad that Tim couldn’t see them. He was so sick of this. Tim, Jason, Damian and Cass all didn’t think he was good enough, well Cass hadn’t said that, but Dick could read her. They didn’t think he was up to the job. Well they didn’t need to tell him that. He knew it.

18 Superboy: An Interlude in Breathing

Tim looked out over the water in a daze. Bruce and Dick had gone somewhere below deck and he was alone. Well there were strangers on the ship mingling and talking excitedly--but Tim gave them no notice. Instead he watched the water lap up against the hull and crash down back to meet the dark, cold waters. They were far enough out that he could no longer see the shore. It was just endless expenses of sea and sky. Something tickled his neck and he started, only to realize he had been crying. It was only a tear slipping under his collar.

The days after the battle of Infinite Crisis

19 Betrayed: Smother

She took another drag of the cigarette, letting the smoke roll in her lungs for a long moment before allowing it hiss out between her teeth. The screams from the warehouse weren’t completely muffled by the distance, or the walls. Perhaps she was only imagining them. But then, sounds like that, she didn’t think she could dream up. She jumped after a particularly high pitched yelp. “Get a grip.” She dropped the cigarette and pulled out another. Her hand shook as she lit it. “It’s just some random kid. He’s not--” She bit back a sob. She didn’t deserve to cry. She had no right to tears, not when it was her fault.

20 Crowbar: Breaklights

The mail fell to the ground and the paper smacked the tiles hard. The sound in reality couldn’t have been all that loud, but it seemed to echo around the entryway. Bruce didn’t look at the dropped bills and the invitation to a fundraiser for the new Gotham women’s shelter. He was too fixated on the small stamp with the queen of England's head on it. Wolverhampton.

The large envelope was far heavier then it should have been. Bruce could feel bile crawling up his throat.

He had forgotten.

21 Deathstroke: Debts and Dues

There were some things that were never pleasant, getting caught in the snow without socks, losing your keys, and not being able to remember the name of a song. Having a gun pointed at your chest, Dick felt, qualified as extremely unpleasant. He stood stock still. The barrel of the gun was still hot, it burned slightly as it dug into his sternum. Even with his uniform he could still feel the heat left over from previous rounds fired. He didn’t flinch. He couldn’t flinch. “Move.” “You know I can’t.” Dick wondered if Slade had the guts to do it.

22 Mission Gone Wrong: Murmur in the Quiet Hours

Superman? Clark froze. He knew that voice. But-- he had never heard it sounding so sad. Was that-- no. Clark dove for his phone, still on the counter from when he got home last night. The screen was black. Dead. Clark swore and dropped it. He was in his coat and shoes before it hit the counter top.

23 Kidnapped: Chum

Dick trumped through the leaves, stopping his feet roughly. He relished the sound of the crunch beneath his shoes as he tread on the brown, dead leaves before him. He felt rather justified in his satisfaction. After all the world had taken so much from him, why wouldn’t he do his best to crush it in return. The woods were cool and as he went deeper into them they grew darker. The sun had long set, and the sky was quickly vanishing as the trees grew thicker. Wayne Manor was far behind him. He was never going back. He hated those pristine walls, those old floor boards. He hated the quiet. He hated the stuffy furniture and the rules and the vases and pictures. He hated his new guardian and that… that… Dick couldn’t remember what Alfred was called, but he hated it. The bag on his back felt heavy. It had everything Dick owned in it. Well and a toothbrush that Alfred had given him. But he didn’t think that was really stealing.

24 Riddler: Seeking Silence on Shortwaves

Normally Dick would be happy to listen to Tim talk. In fact, Dick thought it was one of his favorite sounds in the world. Tim rarely allowed himself to be excited about things. Hearing him speak so freely and openly to Bruce and him about his plans was refreshing. Dick only wished it wouldn’t be at the cost of his life.

Batman hadn't always been so strict about talking unnecessarily over comms. When it was just two of them it hadn't mattered, their walkie talkie system had always worked. But now that Nightwing and Robin were in Gotham, it seems insane that they never realized: if only one person can talk over the radio at a time... how could they call for help?

25 Mr. Freeze: Glimpsing the Sun While Trapped in the Rime

He almost called Bruce between his fourth and fifth class. He pulled his phone out, leaning against his locker, and half dialed his number when a warm hand fell on his shoulder. “Hey.” Dick spun around and blinked back black spots as his body protested the sudden movement. A blaze of red hair filled his vision and Dick felt a small fire build in his chest. His face split into a wide smile.

After a run in with Mr. Freeze Dick finds himself feeling odd at school, but he can't go home, not when Barbara's asked him to drive her to Betty's party after school.

#batman bingo 2020 #Master Post #Batman #CK Writes #Nightwing #Dick Grayson #tim drake #Jason Todd #Damian Wayne #Red Hood #Red Robin #robin #My Writing

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amaya-james · 3 years

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Okay, I watched The Falcon and The Winter Soldier and I have been having this thought for a while and it won’t seem to go away. So here it is I guess....

It would be a Jasonette fic, I don’t know why it just feels right.

Here is what you should expect in the fic, Marinette was raised in the league of assassins with Damian, (platonic friendship) when Slade attacked they separated, now instead of Marinette being Cheerful and bubbly, she becomes cold and heartless. (Basically like a second Damian)

Marinette met Jason when Talia brought him in, when he wasn’t stable. Marinette helped him control his anger. They didn’t become friends, just two people that knew each other.

They only became friends when he found out that when he got injured on a mission, Marinette was there to help him heal even if she didn’t do anything but stay next to him.

When Jason went to Gotham to kill The Joker and Bruce, Slade attacked the league. When Jason heard about this he came back to find the league’s base destroyed. He thought that Marinette had died. He was heart broken.

Meanwhile Talia dropped off Damian with his father. When Talia was talking to Damian, he saw this girl that was on the boat. He walked up to her.

“What’s your name?” Bruce asked.

“Marinette” She replied.

Before he could talk he hears Talia calling him back.

Instead, he takes another approach, “Innocent people are getting killed. These kids, they have not lived their life. I might not know you well enough to know you, but I know that you can stop if you tried.” Bruce doesn’t understand why he cares so much about Marinette.

He leaves, with Damian. Marinette tries to stop, she does but to kill is in her blood. She doesn’t kill, she only injures anybody who comes near her.

Another 2 years went by, and Bruce had died. Bruce left a note on his spare batman suit saying that he wants Jason to be the next batman if anything happened to him. Jason didn’t want to become Batman, so he gave the suit to Dick. Marinette who knew that Batman had died and knew that the next batman was going to be Jason, turned on the news. It was not Jason that she saw but rather Dick.

Before she knew it she was in front of Wayne Manor. She knocked and Pennyworth opened the door. Marinette asked to speak with Mr. Todd. Pennyworth led her to Jason’s room to find him reading a book.

Jason heard the door open and turned around, and almost droped his book in shock. Before he could talk or react to her being here, she spoke in the coldest voice that he heard from her.

“Why did you give up the suit?” Marinette asked in her cold voice.

"Why are you making it such a big deal out of something that has nothing to do with you?” Jason asked, now getting over his shock of seeing her here.

“Bruce believed in you. He trusted you. He gave you that suit for a reason. That suit, that is... that is everything he stood for. That is his legacy. He gave you that suit, and you just threw it away like it was nothing.” Marinette said in sadness.

“Shut up!” Jason yelled at Marinette.

“Maybe he was wrong about you. And if he was wrong about you, then he was wrong about me!” Marinette yelled back at him. Her eyes was watery but she wasn’t crying.

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Or maybe a reverse where Marinette gives away her earrings.

- Okay so after defeating Hawkmoth, Marinette gives her ladybug earrings to Kagami. Marinette isn’t Ladybug anymore, but she still is the Guardian.

- In this fic, I’m going to say that the Batfamily knows That Ladybug is Marinette, you know being a detective and all. Because this time when she called the Justice League asking for help, her call wasn’t ignored. (She knows their identities too)

- They are in there last year of high school, they travel to Gotham for a last field trip together. (Like in every Maribat fic)

- While the class is at WE, they gets held hostage by one of the rogue, preferably Riddler.

- When Batman crashes though the window with Robin, Red Robin and Red Hood and sees her. (Nightwing is in Blüdhaven)

- They immediately Recognize her. The Riddler notices this and grabs Marinette.

- “What has six faces, but does not wear makeup, and twenty-one eyes, but cannot see?” “A Dice”

- Batman attacks him, while Robin, Red Robin and Red Hood attack the goons.

- While they are fighting, the class makes a run for it, get on the bus and leaves.

- When the Riddler is defeated, the Batman turns back to Marinette and the class, only to find the class gone and to find Mari giving her statement to the police. (Jim Gordon)

- When she finished giving her statement the bat-family walk up to her asking if they could have a word with her then they would drop her off at the hotel that she was staying at. Marinette agrees.

- They arrive at the Batcave, and head to the interrogation room with only Red Hood and Marinette.

- He see’s that Marinette doesn’t have the earrings on anymore and asked where they are.

- Marinette said that she gave them away to someone that she trusted.

Jason: Why did you give up the earrings?

Marinette: Why are you making it such a big deal out of something that has nothing to do with you?

Jason: Hippolyta believed in you. She trusted you. She gave you those earrings for a reason. Those earrings, that is... that is everything she stood for. That is her legacy. She gave you those earrings, and you just threw it away like it was nothing.

Marinette: Shut up!

Ya so It could go either way. I didn’t edit it so it might have some mistakes. I was writing on my phone. It’s just a thought that I had.

#Jasonette #Jason Todd #Marinette Dupain-Cheng #Angst #Maribat #Platonic Damian #Sibling Daminette #Romantic Jasonette #Bruce's Death is mentioned

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I just finished Titans season 2 and I need to talk…

Long post full of SPOILERS following. Sorry, I’ve got a lot on my mind.

1st off: The undisputed KING of this series is Jason Todd. Now, I am already a fan of Jason in the comics, but that’s a double edged sword. He could have been really great or really terrible, but luckily for us he is freaking phenomenal! Curran is so good. I had my doubts at first, but I think he is the only person to play Jay (short of us being allowed a time machine and a shot at young Jenson Ackles playing him). Truly, Curran gets it so right, and Jay is the only one who seems to get consistent writing on this show.

2nd: Dick Grayson has the worst friends ever. They act like somehow Dick is responsible for every bad thing that has ever happened in the entirety of the world. Some psycho goes after Hank and Dawn because they were Titans and he kills a kid. Let’s blame Dick! Aqualad gets shot protecting someone. Let’s blame Dick! Dr. Light and Deathstroke team up. Let’s blame Dick! Jericho’s dad is a psychopath who stabbed him through the chest. Let’s blame Dick! Why isn’t Dick omniscient? Why can’t Dick stop villains before they ever do anything bad? Why can’t Dick “fix” Jason? Why couldn’t Dick intuit that a dead boy that he saw die right in front of him wasn’t actually dead but is instead hiding trapped in his murderous father’s head? Why did Dick have to go and try to stop Deathstroke after he killed Garth, tried to kill Donna, and then swore to kill all of them?!?!

Now, I know Dick made a bad choice about showing up at Jericho’s meeting with Slade, but, my word, the boy just nearly lost his oldest and dearest friend to the same heartless assassin who’d callously murdered another of his friends maybe a month ago! Can we really blame Dick for not being the most level-headed in that moment, and can his friends, his family, not summon up a little grace for the person who has been shouldering this by himself all along and trying to do everything in his power to fix it? I cannot fathom how they honestly blame him for Jericho’s death. Then when he comes clean, trying to make things right, they as good as call him a murderer and storm out. They only ever call him or show up when they need their problems fixed! They could care less about Dick’s problems or feelings. The only person who stood by Dick through any of this was Gar, and thank goodness for him.

3rd: Ian Glen has to be the worst cast Batman of all time. To me, it’s just cringe inducing. He doesn’t look like Bruce, he doesn’t sound like Bruce, and his accent is dodgey AF. Also, Dick’s Alt-Bruce hallucinations were a little too trippy for me. I don’t think I’ll ever get the image of Bruce Wayne dancing between strippers out of my mind. *shivers* I will however allow that he had one of the funniest and most underrated lines in the season, when Alt-B was talking to Dick about Jason and said, “Everyone should throw their problem child off a fifteen story building. It clears the mind.” The situation was not funny at all, but the way he said it; my word, I had to pause it and play it back it was so funny.

4th: Does anyone actually like Dawn? I mean super occasionally she does something that’s kinda okay, but overall she is just the most self-righteous preening sanctimonious hussy. Her relationship with Dick is so toxic and then her relationship with Hank somehow manages to be worse! She’s constantly demanding that Dick fix this or solve that or be different or my favorite “Be Batman” and then blames, accuses, and shuns him for it. She acts like she’s so innocent and they’re all so screwed up when she’s just as damaged and addicted as they all are. I just can’t stand her!

5th: How dare they treat Jason like that, and how dare the show go to the end of the season and not even try to fix it! No wonder Jason thinks he’s worthless! Bruce dismisses him. Everyone constantly tells him he’s not good enough and that he’s annoying and an asshole. They accuse him of messing with them after he gets back from being kidnapped and TORTURED, like that would be the first thing on his mind. The kid nearly died, would have died if not for a save from Superboy, and the only person who seemed to care was Dick. Dick was the only one who noticed he was on the roof about to jump off. Dick and Gar are the only ones who ever even treat Jason like a human being. It’s disgusting and he deserves so much better.

6th: I was not prepared for how much I was going to love Conner, but he and Krypto are too precious for this world and must be protected. That is all. I will accept no criticism on this point.

7th: How dare the show runners introduce us to Aqualad only to take him from us! He was too cute in every sense of the word, and he and Donna were too perfect for just one episode. I love Drew Van Acker and I loved Garth. He brought some heart to a season that was trying too hard to be too dark. We need Garth. Please find some way to bring him back!

8th: What the hell was the death of Donna Troy?!?! That was the stupidest, most pointless death of all time. I can’t even wrap my head around it. It was just bad writing, pure and simple.

Which brings us to my 9th and final point: What was the writing this season? It was so SO uneven. The show would go all dark and edgy then it would suddenly try to be funny, but the light and the heart just weren’t there. My favorite part of season 1 was the relationships, but particularly what I refer to as the “Dick Grayson Healing Hug Factor”. Dick sees a person in trouble or a person who is sad or a person who needs a family and he immediately envelopes them in a metaphorical (sometimes literal) healing hug, and I love that most about him.

He is trying to build a family out of the abandoned fringe people who need help and saving. But instead of giving us 13 episodes of that, this season Dick was spread too thin and instead we had to watch him talk to Alt-Bruce in a very disturbing mental breakdown that was never adequately addressed either.

Then we have Kori who has gotten her memories back but somehow manages to have less personality and purpose than before.

Raven is suddenly keeping secrets from everyone including Dick who she usually tells everything to and relies on because of reasons. She brought a murderous gargoyle to life and that was glossed over. She attacked Donna and that was never addressed again. What are her powers? I’m confused and it feels like the writers were too.

Overall this season was uneven and odd, but somehow still good?? The fights were pretty great. I loved that 3-way blindfolded fight with Jay, Gar, and Raven. The costumes were SO much better! Kori no longer looked cheap and her hair this season was 10,000 times better. Joshua Orpin in that black superman t-shirt was like seeing Conner Kent pulled off the page. Deathstroke’s costume was super rad! Oh, and that Nightwing costume, it is so dope! Not gonna lie, I almost cried when I saw it. It was just *chef’s kiss*.

#Titans #dceu #dc comics #dick grayson #robin #nightwing #jason todd #red hood #starfire #raven dc #beast boy #wonder girl #aqualad #hawk and dove #deathstroke #titans season 2

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Chapter 3: 5 Years Later.

Description: So... I know many Daminette fans don't like Damian being younger than Marinette so 🚨SPoiler AleRT 🚨 Damian is gonna be younger for a while but an event happens that gets their ages exchanged. (Sort of)

Warning; swearing, angst.

Summary: its 5 years now, since half the human race was wiped out...

Previously

"Bruce" Selina called before completely fading out. The same happened to Steph, Cass, Chloe, Alfred, Dick, Duke, Kate and lastly...

Marinette.

That day, Half the world was wiped out because of the infinity stones.

Never to return ever again.

***

The entire world was mourning.

mourning over the loss of their families, Friends.

Gotham was worse and better, less thieves but more sadness.

Poison ivy looked at her wilting flowers, The sunshine of Gotham was gone, Marinette was gone.

So was Harley.

The justice league, at least what was remaining of them, Tried everything they thought of, anything you name it but none of them succeeded.

The rest of the Wayne's could only mourn. They lost the only people that could cheer them...

Tim tried his best to mend his family, but he couldn't mend himself. Damian and Bruce avoided everyone. Like father, like son. Damian couldn't believe it. He remembered that night clear as day. The day the people he most loved vanished. He missed Marinette the most, her bright smile, her laughter, her big blue mesmerizing eyes.

Tikki and the rest of the kwamis would try and fail at bringing their beloved guardian/owner back. Damian was the new guardian now. But he wasn't an official guardian ,No, not without Marinette granting it.

Five years passed by.

The world moved on.

Tim was the new Co-CEO of Wayne enterprises. Damian was a sophomore. Jason was Jason... Just kidding. He met a girl named Rose Wilson, Slade Wilsons daughter. Yes, Slade a.k.a deathstroke . And Bruce was still Batman.

Damian walked down the porch calmly, sensing Tim's anger from a mile. He walked straight at the old black car before opening the door and sitting in.

"You know for a young person, you walk really slowly." Tim said, driving out of the open gates "sorry old man." Damian snorted sarcastically "you could have just gone to Wayne enterprise, I could have hot wired one of Jason old bikes"

"Yeah, No. besides I like dropping you to school demon spawn" Tim smiled

"Don't fucking call me that"

"Language" Tim said sternly "I know Alfred isn't here but that doesn't mean you can forget your manners"

"Yeah... is that why you like dropping me off to school? Sitting in Alfred's place thinking about...Them."

"Yeah"

"Remember that day when We tried to make those cookies?" Damian asked staring out the window.

"Oh god, they were so damn salty" Tim laughed "Alfred and Mari were so angry at the mess we made, Do you remember Mari?"

"Yeah, of course" Damian answered

"You guys were pretty close."

"I guess"

"And boy, did you flirt a lot with her! You were ridiculous at flirting!" Tim laughed

"He's right, you know?" Plagg finally spoke up, popped out of Damian's bag

"why are you taking his side?!" Damian hissed

"Give me camembert and maybe I won't."

"Oh God, please don't take that out." Tim scrunched his nose in disgust when he saw Damian reaching out to his bag. Plagg eagerly sniffed on the piece of Camembert before eating it whole.

"Oh heavens" Tim gagged

"Stop being so dramatic. besides, Damien was actually much better at flirting then you were." Plagg smirked, keeping his promise "did you know that sometimes the other kwamis and I watch you try flirting? Ahhhh...it was an amazing comedy show"

Damian choked trying to contain his laughter as Tim glared at both of them "it's not funny!"

The ride was Quiet... until Tim asked him something unexpected "have you found a new ladybug miraculous holder?"

"No." He said, bluntly

"You're not looking" Tim sighed "Damian, you have to. You cannot use the cat miraculous for long without the Ladybug miraculous". Damian remained silent, unable to answer. How could he do that? He just...couldn't.

"I'll see you later Drake." The boy said putting on his blazer and opening his pocket to let Plagg in.

"See you later baby brother." Tim smiled "oh, by the way...I think she would really like you."

"Who?" Damian asked, confused

"Marinette"

Damian face turned beet red and Tim looked at him surprise "OMG! Are you blushing?!, baby bird obviously didn't move on from his childhood crush."

"Shut the hell up Drake." Damian hissed looking around in embarrassment "you are so dead."

"Ha! I'd like to see you try" he winked before speeding away

***

Damian sighed during the mathematics period, why did he have to come to Gotham university anyway? He knew everything he needed to and being there was a total waste of time. He raised a hand asking the teachers permission to use the washroom, she nodded as he walked out the classroom.

Damian splashed water on his face. Looking at the mirror, sighing

"I've been thinking bout' what Tim said and I think you should look for another ladybug." Plagg blurted out causing Damian to freeze

"We've already talked about this Plagg, NO"

"Damian you were bound to her, I know. But she's gone. They're gone. You have to accept that. Do you think they would want this? Find another one. Move on"

"I can't"

"That's because you're not trying! whether you like it or not Marinette is gone!" Plagg yelled "The only reason you can't move on is that you're choosing not to. She wouldn't want that, she would never want that. she didn't know that you were at her Cat! she just thought that you were a temporary fit until she found the right one. But you weren't, and when She figured that out she tota-"

"What's that noise?" Damian interrupted

"Seriously? I was in the middle of my speech!" Plagg huffed.

Damien walked outside looking around only to find chaos, students of every grade were running about and most of them were rushing at the exits.

"Hey, what's going on?!" Damian yelled over the loud noise, at his friend- I mean accomplices.

"They're back!, They're back!, They're back!" Maps yelled excitedly, almost jumping at him

"Who's back?!"

"The people who disappeared 5 years ago!"

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@Aquaqueen2020

#damian x marinette #marinette x damian #mlb x dc #mcu #avengers endgame #daminette #damian wayne #tim drake #platonic #plagg #mia maps #maridami #maribat #mlb #batfam

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