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cephalog0d · 6 months

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Okay, but like. There's the whole joke about Bruce recruiting children to be his sidekicks, but honestly there's only really one that fits that.

And it's Jason. And the whole story there is, frankly, unhinged. Aaaaand then he died.

(I'm specifically talking about "first post-crisis origin stories" here because Jason and Dick, in particular, have both had multiple major retcons and revisions over the years, and some of them dramatically change how things happened.)

Like okay. Going backwards, you've got Duke who joined/led a whole Robin-based gang at a time when Bruce wasn't even Batman. You've got Damian and Cass, who were both literally born into the world of masks and capes and heroes and villains, so they weren't ever really not going to be part of it. Steph might have taken inspiration from previous heroes but she made her own identity and repeatedly refused to stop involving herself in the vigilante lifestyle. Tim, obviously, basically strong-armed Batman into letting him be Robin, despite Batman's protests.

Dick's a little more complicated just because there's so many versions, because that's what 80 years of comics and multiple universe reboots will do, and there's kind of a general trend that earlier pre-crisis versions were more of Batman being like "hello, child, would you like to be my sidekick" and later versions have leaned harder and harder into the idea that Dick was absolutely going to do this anyway, regardless of what Batman had to say about it. But even in the first post-crisis version, the flashback in Batman Year 3, Dick says he wants to find a way to keep people like that from hurting others again. When Alfred questions Bruce's offer to train him, Bruce says that Dick should learn to do things the right way if he's going to do it. It's not hard to extrapolate that, much like later versions of the origin story, Dick was going to get himself into this one way or another. (Batman (1940) #437)

And then there's Jason. Whose backstory has also had a lot of (sometimes major) revisions over the years (remember when his adoption was, like, some kind of Joker-originated long con? Fucken Nu52, man). But the original post-crisis version is pretty straightforward. Steals Batman's tires, gets caught and sent to Ma Gunn's Secret Criminal School, intervenes when Batman goes to investigate, immediately gets offered the chance to be Robin based entirely on that.

Which is itself kind of unhinged. That Bruce saw this kid who was living on his own stealing tires and went "Hey you would make a good Robin" as his very first instinct.

But if you've never read Jason's post-crisis origin, or it's been a while, it's honestly even more unhinged than that because that arc starts with Dick getting "fired" as Robin specifically for the reason that he got shot by Joker and Bruce freaked out about how the Robin identity has too many enemies and therefore Dick, a legal adult with approximately a decade of training and experience, should not use the identity anymore.

(And it's specifically about the Robin identity, in this version, because when Dick says he's not going to stop the crime fighting thing Bruce's response is basically "I know and I didn't expect you to". Honestly I could also say a lot about this version of the Robin/Nightwing transition vs. later ones and how this one definitely feels like the Heavy Hand of DC Editorial in the fact that they had no contact for so long afterwards, because the interaction really doesn't feel like it warrants that in this case compared to some later versions, but that's a whole other too-long ramble.) (Batman (1940) #408)

And then a few weeks later Bruce turns around and picks up a random kid, a literal child, and goes "Hey you would make a good Robin!"

And I think a lot about how fucking wild that is. And it's not like the people writing just didn't notice. Dick's big argument with Bruce when he finally comes back to Gotham and meets Jason isn't about the fact that Bruce took in another kid, or even necessarily about Dick feeling proprietary over the Robin identity, the thing he's angry about is that Bruce said it was too dangerous for him, an adult, someone who has trained with Batman for a decade and was already highly physically trained before that for his whole life, to be Robin, and now Bruce has turned around and painted that target onto some random new kid. He pushes, repeatedly, trying to get Bruce to justify himself and this absolutely irresponsible decision, and Bruce gives a lot of answers about how Jason was on a bad path and needed this outlet and eventually just admits that he missed having a partner. (Batman (1940) #416)

And like. Dick's right, is the thing. He is 1000% in the right in this argument. If he can't be Robin anymore because of the danger, how in the hell is it anything like a good idea to hand it over to someone way younger, way less trained, way less experienced, and expect that that wouldn't end in tragedy?

And then it did.

And yeah, Bruce, it is kinda a lot of your fault.

#And the punchline is Batman clearly should not get to choose his own sidekicks! Haha?#(Sorry this is a lot more serious than my usual Batfam shitposts it won't be a regular habit don't worry)#this is long and rambly but it's something i think about a lot #and it's on my mind extra because of an AU oneshot i'm working on finishing right now #and obviously there's eight kabillion versions of any given origin and reboots and retcons and they change drastically yadda yadda yadda #and also obviously there's always behind-the-scenes editorial choices and other factors when it comes to comics story events #story and character choices are frequently not just a matter of storytelling but of things like meeting editorial demand of What Must Happe #but just looking at the story as presented: the one time bruce specifically recruited someone as his sidekick that kid ended up dead for it #it does make narrative sense given this that bruce's reaction to most of the subsequent kids is initially 'go the fuck home and stop this'#and then only really yielding with the realization that they're totally going to do this shit anyway #jason todd #dick grayson #bruce wayne

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rezonan · 9 months

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Would the Bat-Clan/Family really be better off without Bruce?

You know. I often hear the critism that Batman raises child soliders or whatever and I happily.... Agree, I mean it's obviously what they are. Kid vigilantes are something that should have become extinct in comics since the 70s but DC kept them. I don't really care cause I love them so much and I don't like to push realism into comics in a world where aliens exist and vigilantes actually work as a method to bring Peace.

What I'm hear to argue about was that Bruce was probably a GOOD(kinda?) thing for them honestly. So let's imagine a world where Batman faced with the opportunity to take in any of these kids as Vigilantes and give them training and tech/supplies refuses or just ignores them or just never even meets them.

You have

Dick - who tried to hunt down Tony Zucco by himself

Barbara - had gone out as Batgirl on her own

Jason - lived on the streets in Gotham, we meet him trying to steal Batman's tires.

Tim - followed Batman and Robin around with a camera for years before being Robin

Damian and Cassandra - both trained assassins since birth

Stephanie - was already already a vigilante before Batman took her in and is the daughter of Cluemaster

Duke - was a member of the Robins gang that tried to keep the piece during Batman's absence.

Leaving out Batwoman and Huntress because I have yet to read through thier stuff(forgive me). Will get there eventually though

Right of the Bat(Pun intended)

Dick is likely dead, let's be real. No 10 to 13 year old is taking down a small gang of criminals without training outside acrobatics. In some versions even his father who had the same exact training plus actual muscle couldn't take them down.

Jason is a 50/50 there is a big chance that he becomes either another criminal in the endless see of early Gotham or a vigilante protecting crime alley and die eventually either way. Sadly there's a bug chance he becomes one of those faceless mooks Bruce punches every now and then. You could argue this is a better fate than his time as Robin and Red Hood but I disagree

Tim probably has the best ending here. He could literally just stop following Batman and have a completely normal life. That or he dies eventually following Batman around.

Barbara has police self defense training and is insanely smart. I actually genuinely think there is a solid chance she survives her time as a vigilante if she plays it safe and picks her battles. Heck if she survives long enough she could even hook up with Huntress or something.

Damian if Bruce rejected him and with no Dick in this world. Not only doesn't become a Robin but either goed back with his mother to satu with the league or becomes a sorta frank Castle style vigilante trying to prove himself to his father.

Cassandra is interesting. Not exactly sure but I think she has a chance to be picked up by some other hero out there that or she straight up gets found by her dad or mom. But if this was a connected world kind thing she probably gets picked up by Huntress and Barbara maybe?

Stephanie imo doesn't last particularly long without sufficient training. Good chance of her dying in a similar way to war games actually (god I hate that story). Again if you see this as a whole world, she probably gets picked up by Huntress and Barbara too.

Duke unless he gets his metahuman ability is pretty surely gonna die eventually. I know the least about him so not much to say here.

I'm incredibly open to arguments against my opinions tho. But I genuinely think Bruce did more good than bad here. Especially with Dick. Who while being dead would never be able to reform Damian or help Bruce chill out during those early years. To talk about how his death would affect stuff like the titans and the wider DC universe.

Damn maybe the guys who say he's the heart of the DC universe have a point.

#batman #dc #dick grayson #jason todd #tim drake #babara gordon #duke thomas #stephanie brown #damian wayne #cassandra cain #nightwing #red hood #batgirl #black bat #orphan #the signal #red robin

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dontbooatme · 1 year

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DP x BNHA

I know I've only ever made posts about Danny spontaneously being shoved into the bnha universe. But what if Aizawa gets chucked into Amity Park? (Gotta be Aizawa. Or at least Aizawa in focus. He's.. kinda the reason I got into bnha in the first place. I love that man)

Just imagine how Aizawa Shouta would deal with that? With a quirk like Erasure.

And he shows up in this world where having powers isn't normal. But there IS a whole entourage of villains who have abilities anyway. Except Erasure doesn't work on them. Unbeknownst to him, because they don't have physical bodies. And isn't that tidbit of information news to him. He was operating on the fatal assumption "ghost" wasn't literal. Themed gang, maybe. Localized slang term for quirk users, at least. He figures it out eventually. Why his quirk hasn't been working on anyone in this world.

Except this one kid.

An entire world mostly devoid of quirks. Save for the "ghosts." Except this one kid. Supposedly a ghost too. But the only one his quirk actually works on. The first time he uses it, Danny just barely makes it out of sight as Fenton before Aizawa can catch up to where he'd downed Phantom. They had a very uncomfortable stare down nonetheless before Danny beat a hasty retreat after pointing the man in the wrong direction. The fact that Fenton and Phantom look so different definitely helps Danny here in the few moments Danny had out of Aizawa's line of sight.

And maybe it works on a corrupt billionaire too. If we involve him. Probably will. But that comes later.

I'm just imagining Aizawa showing up in Amity Park, taking one look at this dumpster fire that's protected solely by an overworked and undertrained vigilante teenager and deciding, fine, different world different rules, two can play that vigilante game.

And then there's just a whole new kind of rivalry between a disapproving dadzawa trying to stop this vigilante kid from getting involved and a VERY irked Danny who's extremely distrusting of any new ghost hunters entering his terf and he decides: fine, two can play the sabotage game.

Aizawa ends up very much haunted by an angry, invisible 14 year old who keeps trying to steal his scarf. And keeps writing "Get a cat, and a hobby" on the walls of his leased apartment.

As soon as he figures out how to get around the man's weird power without giving away his identity.

And on the other hand Danny has no idea what to make of this man who shows up out of the blue. He cant seem to fly. He cant make ectoblasts. But he's demonstrated that he does have at least one power. And Danny doesn't know what to think of that. His only experience with superpowered living people is Vlad. Another halfa. Maybe he even assumes this guy is just a new halfa that's only worked out how to use one.. admittedly devastating ability. One that would be more useful if the man actually cared to use it on the other ghosts. But damn, he really has it out for Danny specifically.

And, yeah, Aizawa has to get some upgrades to his gear before he can do anything really effective once his element of surprise wears off in battle. (Imagine he gets his scarf infused with ectoplasm. It ends up giving off a slight glow.)

Danny and co and the rest of Amity Park are suddenly suddenly faced with a whole new vigilante. A very batman-esque man...hobo, who is like.. the sole competent adult ghost hunter (he's not ghost hunter, damnit, he's a pro) in town.

Aizawa probably ends up becoming a freelance Japanese tutor or smth to help him get established in the dp world while he figures out a way back home. Or maybe he even becomes a self defence teacher which could be funny if Danny's parents decide he needs self defence training because of how often he comes home injured after ghost fights. It would be a chance to meet outside their alter egos. And maybe that's the thread that leads to an identity reveal for both of them.

Maybe Aizawa even starts believing he's in the pre-quirk era. At some point. Maybe before the identity reveal. Or maybe after. Danny's whole "glow in the dark" shtick is at least passably reminiscent of the stories of the "glowing baby" he grew up on. Even if this is.. not at all what he expected. He's not actually from a different world. (Because I'm attached to the thrown-in-a-different-universe trope) But that is the line of thinking he ends up stuck on.

And what is he supposed to think of that? After he's meddled so much in this kid's life already. How much has he already changed about the history of his world?

And he responds by suddenly drawing back, canceling Danny's mentoring, stops getting involved in vigilantism. Just trying to limit his influence in the life of who he thinks is an important historical figure in his time. But of course Vlad ends up getting involved and ruining everyone's day in a way that forces them to fix it and everything else.

TL:DR Aizawa gets thrown in a world where he gets a handicap. He makes the best of it anyway. But he does use his quirk on one very unlucky lottery winner. Danny has a new nemesis who apparently doesn't see him as a nemesis. And Vlad's just pissed he's been demoted to Common Rouge.

#dp x bnha #dp x mha #danny phantom #bnha #mha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #aizawa shouta #dp crossover #crossover #boo tag #dadzawa

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moralesmilesanhour · 9 months

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I think that one of the elements of Spiderverse's story thst interests me the most is that the antagonists of Miles' story for the majority of the time that we spend with him are not the supervillains, but the people closest to him. (Antagonists in the sense that they stand in the way of the protagonists goals or character development, not in the sense that they're bad people).

Long post ahead:

I cannot emphasize enough that this kid has been CONSISTENTLY undermined, had his autonomy denied, and been underestimated by people that were closest to him. People that he should otherwise trust! His dad doesn't consider whether Miles actually *wants* to go to the prestigious, "respectable" school where he has no friends as opposed to the one where his community surrounds him. Even in the first half of the second movie, Rio tells Miles explicitly that his life is not his own, but that of the people that came before him that gave him opportunities that she would kill for (but that Miles didn't ask for...). It's understandable and a very common thing to hear if you're the child of immigrant or otherwise non-white parents, but it's heartbreaking to hear nonetheless.

For a similar reason, the scene from ITSV where Gwen and Peter B stage an intervention in which they literally tie him up in his room because he's "not ready" instead of communicating this outright has always bothered me. Gwen and Miles are literally the same age! Yet they talk to him as if he wouldn't be able to understand!

The second film acknowledges this, and names that it is something Miles remembers and has a right to be angry about:

"It worked last time, why not run it back?"

There are so few moments in this story where Miles is treated like an intelligent person with agency. He doesn't get to make informed choices for himself, he doesn't get clear communication about what's actually going on until everyone is ready to gang up on him.

I think that this lack of agency COULD BE a very interesting potential contrast to someone like Miles G, who I theorize has had to be much more self-reliant as a vigilante whose father is deceased. What things could our Miles learn from him?

(Side note: Hobie also emphasizes to Miles the importance of Spider-Man's independence, and represents unbridled self-expression without asking for approval. He has something to teach Miles about identity as well!)

Anyways, I'm just thinking out loud lol. I have a very strong feeling that BTSV - whenever it comes out - will see a Miles that is taking back that autonomy and carving out his own identity by force 🫶🏾 lord knows he deserves it

#blabbering #miles morales #spiderman across the spiderverse #earth 42 miles morales #miles' story in every one of his iterations is just one big identity crisis #across the spider verse spoilers

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somereaderinblue · 1 year

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Walker Siblings Rewrite

I totally did not write this bcz I have a soft spot for siblings. Also, Melanie is frickin gorgeous, she deserved better. DC hire me.

ANYWAYS! Upon reentering the BB fandom, I’ve decided to try my hand at writing for it, which brings me to this. Ft. my Bludhaven Beyond AU! Enjoy!

Melanie Walker/Spoiler

Loved her the moment I saw her, hated how the show treated her. Especially the comics, god don’t get me started on it. Why why why did they reduce her to a Faux Action Girl & Stalker who literally went into action just to impress Terry? Hell no, we ain’t doing my girl dirty like that so here’s how it’s gonna go.

Melanie’s primary goal doesn’t just revolve around Terry; it’s about breaking away from her parent’s emotional abuse/manipulation. It’s about breaking away from a self-destructive lifestyle of crime she’s stuck in out of misguided loyalty to them.

Thus, she and her brother move to Bludhaven for a fresh start. It’s a lot easier since no one would rlly gives a damn there. Plus, it ensures their parents will never find them.

She’s content to continue as a restaurant helper & even teaches kids basic coding part-time. Her brother had a harder time adjusting which caused some tension, especially after he got fired. Fortunately, he soon found employment at Dick’s gymnastics studio, easing her worries.

Unfortunately, the peace wasn’t gonna last for long.

At first, she thought her brother was desperate for adventure when he came to her with his crazy theory about Mr. Grayson being an ex-assassin. She decided to humor him like siblings wont to do (she’s the sane sibling to Jack’s irresponsible, you can’t change my mind).

They discovered he was half-right.

Redemption time baby! Time to stick it to the asshole parents by becoming what they hated most!

Her brother blackmails convinces Dick to teach him so he could take on the Nightwing mantle. Dick didn’t think it was a healthier alternative to dealing with whatever parental issues the siblings had but between vigilantism and crime, the former was the lesser of two evils.

Melanie wasn’t interested and for a while, she was Jack’s ‘guy in the chair’. However, as her brother got into worse scuffles due to rising gang activity, she realized she had to step in. Not just to protect what family she had left but to prove that she’s better than her parents.

Thus, she modifies her old Ace costume and debuts as Spoiler. Lame moniker compared to Nightwing but hey, she’ll take it over Ten any day.

Jacqueline ‘Jack’ Walker/Nightwing

(The fandom page literally just calls him Jack so I made up his civilian name, don’t judge.)

I surprisingly came to like Jack despite what little screentime he had. Which is why I’m disgruntled with how the tie-in comics treated him. Him going back to being a criminal & getting beaten up by Batman just felt like the writers were pointlessly kicking the dog (Melanie) more. After all the crap she’s been through, she could’ve at least gotten one decent family member. So, let’s give this guy more depth.

I hc that Jack found it harder to straighten out bcz he’s an adrenaline junkie & kleptomaniac; something his family’s criminal lifestyle unhealthily enabled.

He tried to accept his restaurant job but his urges made him pilfer silverware/ small valuables from his coworkers. That combined with his haughty attitude got him into trouble until his boss finally fired him.

Pissed, he went for a walk to clear his head until he stumbled upon a gymnastics studio. He had some gymnastic/acrobatic skill thanks to his time as a criminal. So, he walked in and after chatting with Mr. Grayson, landed himself a job there.

Surprisingly, he enjoyed it. The physicality gave him the adrenaline rush, Dick (having caught on to his kleptomania) helped keep his urges in check & the kids loved his knife tricks (he has a heart, okay?).

One day, a local gang tried to rough them up for ‘protection money’. He helped Dick scare them away but after seeing his mentor kick ass, Jack began to suspect he had a secret. An ex-criminal would naturally recognize another ex-criminal! Or assassin, either one was cool, really.

He managed to needle his sister into snooping around until they finally found the old Nightwing costume. Jack’s heard of Nightwing from online forums and he’s a closeted fan.

Seizing this golden opportunity, he begged Dick to teach him more. He won’t admit it but he’s not just interested in vigilantism for the thrill but bcz he’s realized he can care for others and that he does care.

Also, this would be the ultimate middle finger to dear old daddy.

Thus, Bludhaven had a Nightwing once more. And after one too many close calls, he had his sister joining his side, this time as Spoiler.

So maybe he can’t have riches. But hey, the wellbeing of his sister, mentor and the kids were good enough compensation for him.

Oh, and Dick totally doesn’t adopt these ex-criminal siblings with parental issues. He totally doesn’t become a cool supportive healthy father figure to Melanie & Jack who no longer have to be accomplices in crime to earn affection. Look at him, Bruce, he doesn’t enable your chronic adopting.

(A/N: note my sarcasm.)

#batman beyond #royal flush gang #melanie walker #jack walker #why is melanie the only one with an actual name?#bludhaven beyond au

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beechaotic · 2 months

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So, I went back to work…

Hood called me into his “office” (it’s literally just a fucking walk-in closet he put a shitty IKEA desk in) for a meeting. Along with all of my friends.

Now, something to know about my friends and I: we’re all metas. It’s one of the reasons we work for Hood instead of other criminals/rogues; he offers protection for metas who work for him. He also gives us a vague semblance of an education by giving us textbooks and shit. (He heard we didn’t have much in the way of schooling and decided to teach us what he could (he’s shit at math; very good at English though)). We owe him a lot, since he’s kind of the reason we don’t have to steal to survive. So, we were all obviously nervous. Except our “strong tough man”, whom we call “Mars” on the field. He wasn’t nervous (probably).

So, we were all just standing there, very awkwardly. Then, Hood spoke.

“So, why didn’t you decide to tell me you were still squatting?”

We all kinda looked at each other, mostly because none of us wanted to talk first. Then, our youngest who we call “Technus” (cuz they can manipulate technology of any sort on a whim) spoke up.

“I mean, it didn’t really seem important. We have somewhere to stay that’s…kinda safe? I mean, it isn’t gonna collapse on us in our sleep, so…”

Hood sighed and shook his head at that, and put his head in his hands.

“And why don’t you stay at one of the shelters I’ve put up?” I might have scoffed at that, but nobody needs to know if I did.

“I mean, those are prone to gang break-in’s, vigilante attacks and police raids, so a group of meta kids on the run from the Foster Care system wouldn’t be too keen on staying there.” I was the one speaking, and my friends refer to me as “Mx. Metaverse” on the field. So does Hood.

“Metaverse, you know as well as I do that that is just a list of excuses. What’s the real reason?”

We all kinda shuffled around a bit, not wanting to answer. Then, a boy we call “Fire Fists” (he’s really fast and likes to punch things) decided to speak.

“You’ve already done a lot for us, and we’re really grateful for it! We don’t want to take advantage of stuff when we have what we need. We have a couch, sleeping bags, a mattress-that one’s new-and a good supply of money thanks to you and what you give us. We have food, a place to crash that’s safe, and a steady income. What more could we ask for?”

I’m gonna cut the rest of this short, because the conversation was really long. Basically, we tried to talk Hood out of whatever he was planning, but he just handed us each a key and told us that it was to our apartment. He gave us the address and sent us on our way. We tried to argue, but he just stopped responding and pretended to be busy.

So, now we have an apartment, and I’m kinda weirded out. Like, I knew Hood took care of his own, but we had a place to stay that wasn’t crumbling around us! Mostly. Apparently that wasn’t a good enough answer for Hood though, because he just gave us an apartment I guess.

We went over there after work, and it’s actually a nice place! No furniture, but it is in good condition, and there’s a room for everyone. We’re gonna move all our stuff over here tomorrow so it feels more like home, so, wish us luck!

Also, it comes with a fridge. Bougie, I know. We’re living in the fucking Ritz up here.

#only in gotham #your local gothamite #gothamite rp #gotham rp #only in gotham rp #just gotham city things #gotham oc #gotham roleplay #gothamite #just gotham things

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rooigseix · 1 year

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Next to the previous topic ‘bout Vongola Primo was a (or used to be) reckless, childish, emotional young man.

We have Cozart as the same, too.

(Just not as emotional as him, I’ll explain later. But on the craziness level, boy.)

Again, onto the very first memory of their meeting.

Let us reconfirm something before we get to this scene: The founder trio (Giotto - G - Cozart) lived in what was called “paradise of outlaws” and they didn’t know each other beforehand.

Now, just insert yourself in Cozart’s position here. Just imagine there is a stranger chasing you for god-know time and distance in a street notorious for crime or something, that is enough to make you run for your life whatever purpose your chaser claims.

(And as Cozart had a family member in this town, it had nothing to do with him being the town resident or a faraway guess visiting for a short period. You have a family member in crime street and you don't know about its reputation? Your family member also don't warn you about that reputation? Unlikely)

And let hear about their purpose: to give you back a wallet you just DROPPED AWAY AS A CHARITY. Logic thinking in that case should be: 1, they stole my wallet from Pablo or 2, they fake my wallet, now they are approaching me with god-known intention. Because let's face it, someone from the paradise of outlaws says they're gonna give you back your wallet you dropped. (Notes that at the same time, some people (for example, Paolo, the one founder trio try to help in the memory) didn't even have enough to have a meal for days. The problem of money was highlighted in this scene, make it more logically impossible for such good deed as "paying back the money I picked up accidentally") Not everyone who lives on a crime street is a criminal, but better safe than sorry. Better safe than sorry, so the logical action in this scene is to walk away. Right?

Simon Cozart, definitely a teen: no precaution whatsoever. Dunno if they are gangsters, let's stop and chat.

If Giotto was lucky Cozart was not a gang member so he could chase the redhead without any consequence of getting himself in trouble, Cozart was also lucky in this scene that Giotto and G were indeed good people and had no intention further than giving him back the wallet.

Onto the 2nd memory.

He was the first one suggesting the trio be vigilantes.

Of course, there was nothing wrong with that, no.

If we let it slide that there was a collapsed house and a dead body in front of them, Cozart himself holding two children and he still suggested yes they were gonna fight them.

I think even the stupidest person on Earth at that time must realize that this was not kid kicking and screaming in sandbox, this is life-and-death fight. And people who could kill someone for not discounting the mechandise (by 90%, what a nonsense proposal) of course would not hesitate to do the same to the one who opposed them.

There is nothing wrong with Cozart suggesting, I repeat. Treating violence by using violence is not the best way to resolve violence, but it is a resonable way that when time calls, we need to use it. Besides, when you are surrounded by a criminal and you live so goody-two-shoes, you will soon be kicked out figuratively and literally of the community you live in. It sounds ironic, but violence in the case of the Primos was a way of fitting in.

But Cozart’s suggestion is not the main point. The thing I want to mention here is his ATTITUDE when he suggested it.

He was so goddamn sure, so sure like how he thought Giotto can be a good leader at such a young age, that they were gonna fight, AND SURVIVE.

Cozart said that they would protect their people, they couldn't protect people if they died as a useless meat shield right at the very first moment they showed their face to the bad guys, right? So when Cozart said fight he meant fight AND SURVIVE.

Now let's revive the situation.

Their opponents were like, all the gang threatening their hometown. At least had enough bomb/dynamite to completely destroy a brick house. And what about the founder trio? 14, maybe around that. Aka again, kids. Yet Cozart was still so confident that yes, they would kick their ass, they could protect the people they loved, they could win against those bad bastards.

I tell you, if Vongola Primo was reckless 'cause he founded Vongola in 14, the one who gave him that idea undoubtedly must be much, more, reckless.

There is a chance, a small possibility, that Giotto already led a gang (or at least a number of people) at that time, so Cozart had the chance to witness his friend’s leadership to be so confident like that. But in that case, was it a little absurd about Cozart’s words, “Noone else will help us”, or Giotto’s helplessly fiery attitude and action of refusing to see the town being suffered? Like, Giotto’s leading a gang meant that he had his own people, his own force who would help him in need, why he had to act so helplessly and why Cozart had not to mention them? So I’m gonna stick with the founder trio, around-14, as teenagers who had absolutely nothing on their hand other than a mad and fiery stubbornness and later a flame blazing when they chose to fight against the larger gangs who abused their town.

By the way, with that attitude, there was no way Cozart (and by extension, Giotto and G too, 'cause Cozart included them) had not fought before. Be street fight or home-trained, he definitely must fight before, and a lot, to have a cornerstone to trust in their strength like that. (I may go with street-fight experience, because Cozart’s choice of weapon is a glove, close-ranged combat. Home-trained fighting in an old family should be long-ranged one like swords, right?) No information to talk about their flame, but enough hints that, talking about fighting experience, the founder trio had a handful of that before deciding to be vigilante.

Coming back to the first memory, they stopping to talk when knowing absolutely nothing about others also meant they were confident of their ability to at least defend themselves if things went bad.

The third memory. God, I absolutely have no words to tell you how speechless I am at this scene.

Because, simply conclude, Simon Cozart,

What the flying fuck was wrong with you?

He realized it! Realize it was not Giotto who wrote the letter! That the letter was fake! That there was something wrong! Then why did he still go???

I know later on he reasoned that he was worried about Giotto because he realized Vongola had a traitor. But that had nothing to do with him heading straight to the battlefield? Anyone can see a better option that Cozart could visit Vongola as a friend to check up on Giotto’s situation. Don’t blame the letter, the letter said absolutely nothing of Giotto being in that battlefield. And even if that was the case, why did Cozart have to stay so long on that damn land to the point of being injured so much like that if he thought Giotto was on the battlefield? He could just… come and quick check, right?

And if Adelheid’s story was true, (at least true on the part of Cozart bringing 50 men with him) Simon Primo had brought 50 men versus an army of 20,000 people - 400 times larger than the Simon in number, let aside power. So, choose your preference. That either Simon Cozart was a war maniac or he was suicidal, or both. No other explanation.

Finally, onto the oath, which, now we can all agree that outside the purpose of binding two families together, was a completely reckless gamble with more than 70% of going so down.

Before getting in: no, I understand Cozart’s logic of suggesting the Simon “going in the dark.” Let’s keep aside the matter of him thinking for Giotto, not pushing his dear friend into choosing between him, the Simon family, and Daemon, Giotto’s guardian. Yeah, keep that aside. First, if G and Giotto chose to punish Daemon, Vongola couldn't take it. Vongola couldn’t afford for a fight within the family itself when it was at war with numerous enemies. Second, if the enemies knew Giotto sent one of his guardians - one of his most trusted people - just to rescue a family, they definitely gonna knew that this "family" must be something special. Be Vongola Primo's weakness or just a special mystery, Vongola's enemy was definitely gonna attack the Simon too. No one wanted his family being targeted like that, especially when the whole family and even the boss himself just got out of a life-and-death situation.

So yes, "going into the dark" was the most logical way to sort things out at that time. And no one could even think Daemon could live that long, more than a century. (The oath flame was NOT born to be the trump card against Daemon. Simon stated its purpose is to prove that two families had become friends again)

So yes, I understand Cozart's way of thinking about keeping quiet pretending that they all died.

But don’t misunderstand me, what the hell was the cruel fate Cozart brought into his children’s fate?

Vindice warned. That if the oath was broken, there would be fight, and they would imprison the losers 'til the day of death. Cozart was still okay with that. Even confidently let the Vindice to "free to do what they want".

This is not even reckless anymore. This is borderline crazy. (And yes I'm looking at you too Giotto, where was your hesitation moment before?)

I would not talking about how Cozart not left a note or something to warn his children that don't fight Vongola. Maybe Daemon as Julie erased it. Or it was lost in time, more than century had gone by. Either ways, in this bet, Cozart was lucky Tsuna wanted to save Enma, or else this gonna be a complete lost.

See, Simon's Primo screen time was so little but he appeared to be complete crazy and reckless. And you know what is the scariest part? That Simon Cozart inside may be completely reckless and crazy but he appeared so calm and collected. Calm and collected, as the rule of manga drawing - round dialogue bubble 💬 usually portrays a calm, even tone, thus also an even emotion that doesn't not waver much from normal, while pointed dialogue bubble 🗯️ commonly shows a high voice, usually a scream or crying out in strong emotion like shock and anger. In eight memories, the number of times he had pointed dialogue bubbles, showing he was on high of emotion, was so few. Even when Cozart thought Daemon's men were going to kill him, this was his words and expression:

He only raised his voice in ONE sentence. Every words other than that was spoken in such fluent and calm attitude, as the bubble dialogues were round and no words was missed.

Most of his bubble dialogues were round, showing a calm demeanour, and three times he talked the most was when he reasoning - one was to found a vigilante gang, two was the above scene when he explained why he knew of the Vongola traitor, and three was when suggesting “going into the dark.” Cozart appeared to be someone reasonable and collected, that only applied when we didn't look into his actions.

Vongola Primo was fierce. He was a blazing flame. And that blazing flame had, out of total bewilderment, shouted two times at this person's face. Not to mention being drove to speechless one. That said a lot about the level of craziness and who is more reckless than who in this relationship.

One more note: Enma definitely inherited his ancestor’s risk-taker gene.

This Simon Decimo participated in two arcs. The very debut arc, he, with six people, six CHILDREN, waged a war with the top family of the mafia world. He didn't give a damn about Vindice when Vindice entered the island. Then in the next arc, he soloed 1 vs 4 trained assassins of Varia despite being, you know, kid.

This runs in the family I stand no objections.

#khr #khr analysis #khr meta #Simon Cozart #Kozato Enma #Same case with Tsuna and Giotto too #they inherited their ancestor recklessness #The apple falls nearer the tree than you think

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icyfox17 · 9 months

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YES!!!

🌀🌤️🌈🌩️

For any WIPs that contain crime boys :D

I'm having the problem of not sure what I've sent to you before LMAOO

okay i think i got it... i dont think youve seen any of these, not sure though FKDSJK

🌀Post the fic summary for a fic you haven't written/published yet. It can be hypothetical or something you really plan on releasing…

i dont actually know if this will have crimeboys but i can't find the summary i originally wanted to share sooo

Tommy had been a vigilante for over a year now and had seen some pretty weird things. A toilet paper thief, a gang that used rats to communicate, a dog with its own blog, you get the gist. He was certain that nothing would phase him.

That is, until he got sucked into a portal to another universe and was mistaken as Spider-Man. His suit didn't even have a spider on it the fuck.

This was gonna be a long day.

🌤️Share your favorite piece of dialogue from your WIP.

i dont really have a fav but i am really proud of this one so :o

"Wilbur," he said after a quiet moment.

Tommy turned in confusion. "What?"

Phantom looked down for a moment before looking back up and meeting him in the eyes. "My name's Wilbur."

Tommy blinked. Once. Twice. Phantom had just broken the number one rule in being a vigilante (or well maybe the number three rule, behind no killing and no maiming). He… wasn't sure what to think of it.

He took a bite of his sandwich instead. "Tommy."

Wilbur continued staring at him, a question in his eyes.

"That's my name bitch," he said between mouthfuls. "I'm not going to let you steal the spot light with a name reveal. Besides," and he shrugged, trying to shake off the seed of anxiety that had begun to grow in him. "only fair, innit?"

Wilbur snorted before extending his hand. "Suppose so. Well, nice to meet you Tommy."

Tommy rolled his eyes but shook the hand anyway. "You're such a theatre kid."

He made a noise of protest. "Am not!"

Tommy snorted. "You are the definition of a theatre kid Ph-Wilbur. You'd think you were a villain with your long ass monologues."

Wilbur slapped him on the arm gently. "You are ridiculous. I do not monologue."

"Uh-huh. Sure, Wilbur. Didn't you literally go on for five minutes yesterday about how much smarter you are than Jester after you managed to knock him on his ass."

"I- It wasn't a monologue-"

"Oh, what was it then?"

"It was simply an astute observation."

Tommy gave him a dead pan look. "An observation that lasted five minutes."

Wilbur reached up and tussled his hair. "Shut up gremlin. I won't stand for this slander."

"It's not slander if it's the truth," Tommy said cheekily, leaning into the touch of his hair.

Wilbur only sighed and continued to run his fingers through Tommy's hair. They sat in comfortable silence for awhile after that, watching the occasional car drive by. Soon it turned to five am and Tommy stood up, despite wanting nothing more than to stay there in that moment forever.

Wilbur made a discontent noise and tried to pull Tommy back beside him but Tommy shrugged him off lightly. "I have school in a few hours prick. I gotta go back home before me parents catch me."

Wilbur pouted. "Five more minutes?"

"Sorry Big P, no can do tonight."

Wilbur sighed before standing up and stretching his limbs, wincing as his muscles popped. "At least let me walk you home."

Tommy waved him off. "I'll be fine, big man. Promise."

"Promise?"

Tommy nodded, smiling reassuringly. "I promise."

Wilbur relented, ruffling his hair one last time before he stood back, smiling fondly as he watched him wander off.

🌈 Share something soft/fluffy from your WIP.

Tears welled up in Wilbur's eyes and he smiled, patting his shoulder. "I'm proud of you, Tommy."

Tommy looked up at him, tears threatening to fall for him as well. He struggled to find the words explaining how he was feeling at the moment. He decided to hug him instead, burying his face into Wilbur's chest.

Wilbur hugged him back and they stayed there for a few moments, just holding each other.

🌩️ Share something funny/cracky from your WIP.

“Finishing chewing first before you speak, child.”

“What if I don’t want to?” Tommy shot back.

“Then I’ll get a spray bottle from Phil and spray you with it. Teach you some manners.”

“You wouldn’t,” smiled Tommy, sweet with saccharine.

“Oh, I would.”

And that was how the two of them found themselves in a spray bottle fight just a few moments later. Phil watched from the sidelines amusedly, simply telling them to not trash the place or they’d have to stay and clean up.

In the end, they both ended up sitting on the floor together, completely soaked, though Tommy would say that he won, thank you very much.

Bonus Snipp that is more crack, but is not crimeboys (ig you could see it as crimeboys but I intended it as clingyduo ^-^)

Thump.

Tommy untensed his body. That hadn't hurt nearly as much as he had expected.

He opened his eyes to a number of garbage bags. Well, he wrinkled his nose, that explained the smell.

Honestly, it wasn't that uncomfortable. Tommy thought he could sleep in here. He leaned back and shifted into a more comfortable position. Yeah, he could totally sleep in here. Maybe he would. His body ached like hell and he really didn't feel like moving. Sleeping here sounded like a good idea. He could deal with garbage smell. He'd explain to Tubbo in the morning. It'd be fine.

It was not fine.

Tommy awoke to a bag being flung on top of him. He gagged and dodged out of the way of more bags that were being dumped in.

"Hey!!"

Whoever had thrown away the garbage, evidently had not heard him because he was soon thrust in darkness with a loud slam.

He groaned. Okay, so maybe sleeping in a dumpster wasn't his brightest idea. In his defense, it was 4 am. Nobody makes smart decisions at 4 am.

After another few minutes of contemplating his life, he sat up and pushed the lid of the dumpster open. Or at least, he tried to.

"What the fuck," he muttered under his breath.

He tried again, putting more effort into it. It opened slightly, but stopped after an inch or two. Tommy peered through the crack to see chains. Who the fuck locked their dumpster??

~~~ "You really are a fucking raccoon."

"That is not nice of you to say."

"You slept in a dumpster."

"I, okay fair point but still--"

#foxie rambles #foxie snipps #ask games #grace tag #crimeboys #woooOOO #im tired this sucked out all of my braincells

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ridiasfangirlings · 8 months

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i was literally thinking abt this then i saw the munakata batman ask 💔 but mikoto batman au?? i feel like its more fitting especially if kusanagi is alfred and yata as robin

Mikoto can’t be Batman, he has important sleeping to do at night :P Imagine Mikoto gets irritated with the useless police after Totsuka is killed in front of him, even though the perpetrator is well known the police claim there’s no proof and their hands are tied. Mikoto’s a bored billionaire who usually just lets his people run his companies but this shit irritates him, that he’s not able to protect the people he cares about and no one else will do it. He decides to go after the killer himself, putting on a mask just because his face is too well known and he can already hear the lecture he’d get from his butler/the guy who actually runs all of Mikoto’s companies Kusanagi if he was caught on video going all vigilante. Mikoto captures the killer and even gets a confession out of him, leaving the guy tied up with some heavy burns outside the police station.

After this Mikoto doesn’t really intend to go all caped crusader but maybe he just keeps getting dragged into it, constantly seeing moments where people on the edges of society are victimized and the useless police don’t do anything. Going after criminals lets Mikoto get some of his energy out, like imagine in his youth Mikoto was someone who always got into fights and then his grandfather died and he inherited all this wealth and basically had to kill that part of himself and play the good businessman billionaire. Really he just wants to punch some guys though and this lets him do that, he’s not constrained by the system or by idiots preaching justice at him, he just protects those who can’t protect themselves.

Yata imagine is this kid who is just super enamored with the adventures of Batman, like there’s this cool guy who protects the weak and is a superhero that’s just awesome. Say Yata’s family like runs a small store and they’re getting shaken down by local gangs, Yata’s mom stands firm against them and this leads to their store being burned down. Mikoto appears and manages to save only Yata, who begs Batman to let him come along and get the guys who killed his family. Mikoto initially refuses but then adopts the kid in his civilian persona after learning Yata will be tossed into foster care. It doesn’t take Yata long to find out who Mikoto is (though this is Yata so imagine he keeps missing lots of obvious clues, like huh billionaire Suoh Mikoto sure stays up really late and sometimes tracks blood in and gosh there are a lot of bats around here, weird). As soon as Yata becomes aware of who Mikoto really is though all he wants is to be Mikoto’s sidekick and now Mikoto has this very enthusiastic kid tagging along with him, Yata can fight too of course but half the time Yata’s just there to tell Mikoto how cool and amazing he is.

#Suoh Mikoto #Talking K #Kusanagi definitely has to do half the work here #he sewed the costume and has to make all the gadgets #Mikoto just wants to beat up bad guys #Yata would be such an excited sidekick #he can't wait to be useful to Mikoto-sa--Batman

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Hello! Punisher anon! I’ve come to info dump real quick if that’s ok. Yes there was a woman Punisher her title was literally “Lady Punisher” it was during a time in which it was popular to make women versions of their men characters. I think the concept of her was interesting, her name is Lynn Michaels and she’s an ex-cop turned vigilante. And she was written like any other woman at the time… poorly. But funny fact about her is she liked Frank but Frank didn’t like her back, then she got upset he didn’t write about her in his diary (war journal) and left him… as far as I’m aware I don’t even think Frank cared? Then they made Rachel Cole-Alves who’s objectively better written but also clearly just another “Lady Punisher”. And I’m kinda here for this trend Frank having angry women as his “work” partners. This is longer than I expected but I hope you like it anyway haha. Have a nice day! 💖

Oooh interesting! I was thinking about Rachel Cole in the original post but I had no idea about Lynn Michaels! Honestly I liked what little I saw of Rachel but she is just Frank but a girl but like the difference is her wedding was taken from her because of gang violence instead of her family and home. I do like that Frank attracts these very vengeful women because like Frank’s the punisher yeah but he only hurts people that deserve it and that’s a very attractive idea for white women specifically because we’re often disregard by the law but rarely falsely attacked under it. I can see what women see in him and his mantel, trading in grief for rage. That being said why aren’t these women mothers?? Like Frank lost his wife and kids, I think his characterization could benefit from him and his next “lady punisher” mourning a family not just a love

#asks #like I think the punisher would be really interesting as a protector of kids as well #and that’d be a good way for him to stop and ask questions of himself #how many orphans and widows has he created?

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zorilleerrant · 8 months

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so I'm wikidiving to make my spreadsheets, and I stumble across this character: Lance Bruner. Bruce's adopted juvenile delinquent son who he made Robin in order to save him from a life of crime and who then got shot and died immediately. in one issue. why did no one tell me about this??? the fanfic potential is unmatched!!!!

angsty vignette from Bruce and/or Dick's perspective

angsty vignette about how Bruce let this happen again when he promised it could never happen to another Robin

Jason getting angry that it's not even that Bruce didn't learn anything from him, but it had already happened and Bruce let him put on that suit anyway

Lance comes back to life at the same time as Jason and joins him in his crusade against Bruce

Lance comes back to life at the same time as Jason but on opposite sides and starts an all out gang war

Lance comes back to life at the same time as Jason but he goes to Bruce immediately and they reconcile and Jason has a complete breakdown over seeing that

Lance comes back to life before Jason and Jason knows about this and then he dies wondering whether he's going to come back too or if he's not special enough

and then comes back and is super angry that even though Bruce knew this was going to happen he didn't even include an escape kit from the fucking coffin

Lance comes back later and Jason has to talk him through reintegrating into the world

Lance comes back later but none of the other kids knew about him and now they're all harassing Bruce about his private grief and wondering what the fuck (from either or both perspectives) and he doesn't know how to explain

Dick is angry he gave away Robin twice

Lance doesn't die but Jason still does AU where Jason is mad about the close call still

Lance dealing with grief over Jason

Jason doesn't die AU but he knows about Lance and he has to learn to live with a ghost

neither of them die but they fucking hate each other

literally Lance just being there the whole time and it's not even a thing no one notices he's just there

Lance's parents don't die and he's just the family friend, constantly being sad he's not very close with the family even though they all seem close with each other, wishing he could be a Wayne

Lance's parents don't die but he becomes a superhero on his own and none of them know about each other and all of them are trying desperately to hide their secret identities

Lance babysits for Damian

Lance is the family friend and Damian's babysitter and he's started dating Dick just a few months ago but then Batman disappears and he has to move in and raise a kid together essentially even though the relationship is very new

Lance used to be a vigilante but retired but when Terry comes around he has to give advice about not going back to jail and flying around as a Bat and stuff

Lance comes back to life in Terry's time

Lance is just raised by Bruce but in this AU Helena sticks around also. then all the rest of the kids show up

Lance is from an alternate timeline and gets transported into the current one and has to deal with being from 69 (nice)

the possibilities are endless

#look i said something

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yourneighborhoodneighbor · 10 months

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black cat and his kittens ch4

(masterpost to my fics while ao3 is down) AO3

fic under the cut

previous chapter

Black Cat and his

Shouta ran down the hallways of the eerily empty and dark corridors of UA. He could feel a few sore spots were he’d gotten small cuts or bruises would be forming. That didn’t matter. He needed to be in the infirmary yesterday, though not for himself, mind you.

This shouldn’t have happened, he thought bitterly before dispelling the thought. What mattered now were not should or shouldn’t haves. It happened and now all that was left was to deal with it. Logically, in their line of “work”, he knew neither he nor his children, any of them, were ever truly safe. Safer, yes, sometimes, but not safe.

UA had called and assigned them -really just him, but where he went, his children followed- as escorts for one of the first year’s out-of-school excursions. Just another pair of eyes on a bunch of rambacious hero wannabe teenagers who were officially only accompanied by a single teacher, yknow? And it had been just that.

Had been.

The hero museum the class went to was in a not-bad part of town, so there was not much reason for anything bad to happen. Criminals, of course, didn't give a fraction of a shit about that. So of course two random gangs, neither of which “owned” that territory, just had to go and pick a fight in the bloody park.

Shouta had been worried for his children, but not so more than usual. They could handle

themselves. Life had made sure of that. He had made sure of that.

And then some rando thug had gone and fired a shot, distracting his youngest who immediately started frantically looking around to make sure none of family had been hit, giving yet another rando the opportunity to stab him in his half second of inattention. Shouta had been pissed.

In the end he didn’t get to punch the guy, Katsuki had beaten him (metaphorically) to it, much to the detriment of poor man’s (who he’d beaten literally) health.

Things had moved quickly after that. The fight was finished, 1A safely gotten back to UA, he’d taken the time to shower properly. And now he was standing in front of the infirmary. The closed door didn’t deter him. It wouldn’t have, even if it had been locked.

Inside, the first thing he saw were Keigo’s wings. Kinda hard to look past them when they were so big and red. The guy was looking at his children like, well, like a hawk. Next to him was Hizashi, who was in light conversation with Shirakumo. Shouta’s attention was fully on the figures on the beds though.

Shoto, Hitoshi and Katsuki didnt look too bad, with only a few gauzes here and there. In the last bed though, his little troublemaker lay, still as the others but paler than his brothers. Without a shirt on, the bandages around his abdomen were fully on display. The ghost of forming bruises could also be seen. Recovery Girl had deemed the stab wound more important to heal than those.

The others had gone quiet as Shouta entered the room. After a few moments of silence, they decided to give the father some privacy, knowing that the children were safe. On their way out they let the vigilante know they were available for anything, and they meant anything, even if it was a craving for that ramen from all the way in Hosu (I mean it Sho, you just gotta call-).

Alone with his problem children now, he got close to each bed in turn. After inspecting his kids to his satisfaction peace of mind and moving their fringes out of their faces, he grabbed a chair and sat in the middle of the room, facing them all. He let out a yawn. He couldn’t sleep yet though, he knew it wouldn’t be long until-

“Shouta, dear, don’t you dare fall asleep before I’ve checked you over” - Recovery Girl’s voice rang out softly but authoritavely. There she was. Shouta stood up. Better to just get it over with.

He let himself be checked over and healed with a kiss that left him even more exhausted, but due to

his injuries being minimal, fortunately not passed out. After explaining the teenagers health status and giving him instructions to care for themselves (You included Shouta, don’t make me hunt you down-) the grandmotherly woman left the family alone again.

Deciding that despite wanting to stay awake to look over his children it would be more logical to be well rested and in good shape to be able to care for them when they were awake, Shouta let himself fall asleep on one of the beds positioned on the oposite side of the room, facing all his kids at once.

He was awoken some time later by a light rustling of sheets. He sat up to to find that it had been Shouto who’d awoken first. The heterochromatic boy stretched and looked around, first at his sibling then lastly at his dad.

Silently, because he was always silent, Shouta got out of his own bed and sat in Shouto’s, opening his arms in invitation. The teenager didn’t need to be asked twice. He immediately dived right into his dad’s chest, nuzzling into him a bit before settling and just enjoying the embrace. Dad was here. Dad was calm. That meant everything was and would be alright. Izuku was going to be just fine.

The two stayed like for a while until the next kitten woke up. Hitoshi’s naturally wild hair looked even wilder after having just woken up. Like his brother before him, he first looked around the room, at his still sleeping siblings and then at the hugging duo.

He slunk out of his bed and joined in on Shouto’s. The latter shifted over a bit as Shouta opened one of his arms to allow the purple-haired teen to join in on the cuddle pile. Shouta was amused, though not surprised, not anymore after years of knowing his children, to note that the two boys nuzzled each other a bit before settling, falling into a light doze again. The eldest vigilante allowed himself a small smile. His children really were kittens. He wouldn’t change them for the world.

The long haired man was just starting to doze off himself when the most explosive, and also the most protective, of his kittens sat bolt upright in his own bed. His eyes fell on his dad within a second, fractionally relaxing at seeing most of his family safe in one place. After five years of knowing the teen, specially before they had found the youngest member of their made family and seen the effect the green eyed bean had on him, the father knew only one thing would fully calm him down right now.

Breaking eye contact first, Shouta looked over Katsuki’s shoulder, making the boy turn to follow his gaze. On the cot next to his lay a still unconscious Izuku. The second oldest son scrambled to untangle the sheets covering him and get over to his little brother. He took great care in looking the other over, fingers ghosting over pale skin and even moving unruly hair out of a slightly damp forehead with care and gentleness he never showed anybody else. He was the first to break the

silence that had taken residence in the infirmary for the past few hours.

“What the fuck happened to them?” -the blond growled out. The words, while relatively quiet, sounded loud in the still room, waking Shouto and Hitoshi, who had been in a deeper sleep thanks to the safety and comfort being in their dad’s arms provided.

The question wasn’t born of concern. Shouta, being the dad he was, understood what his son meant.

“I took care of the rest. Not a single one of them got away.” - he signed back, seeing as the blond didn’t have his hearing aids on, them having been taken out before he went to sleep. If he had used a bit or a lot more force than necessary while knocking out the thugs, well, no one had to know.

All the residual tension left the spiky haired boy. Izu was fine. His brothers were fine. Dad was fine. The assholes had all been aprehended (and if dad’s gestures were any indication, they had also had the shit beat out of them). That meant that he himself was fucking fine as well.

When the green bean had screamed out, Katsuki had instantly seen red. He wouldn’t let anyone get hurt on his watch again, never again, not after her, his brother wasn’t going to die, Katsuki would save him, he was strong now, thiswasntgoingtobelikewhenhiswaslittleandhisdad-

Good for everyone involved, Keigo had arrived right on time. He’d taken Izu and Katsuki straight to UA, where Chiyo had already been waiting. They had been taken care of and sometime later, after Sho and Toshi had arrived, been put to sleep. Now everyone was fine.

Shouta broke Katsuki out of his thoughts by standing up and approaching Izuku. The others just stared at first, not knowing what their dad was doing. The stood up to help once he picked up Izuku and carried him against his chest and they understood what the man was trying to do. Grabbing Shouto’s capture weapon, which was the cleanest at the moment, they helped their dad securely strap a blissfully passed out Izuku to his chest.

After that was done, Shouta handed out a piece of capture weapon to each of his still standing sons. They grabbed on without hesitation.

While to some it would seem a bit weird or ridiculous to basically hold your teenage sons on a leash, Shouta knew it provided his kids with a sense of security. Reassurance that he was still there, and he wasn’t going anywhere. Honestly, it served as reassurance for himself as well, letting

him make sure he still had his kids safely with him, as long as he felt the slight pull of the glorified scarf.

“Leave your uniforms and the rest of your stuff here. Chizome said he and the others would clean it up for us. Chiyo gave strict instructions to rest, and I don't know about you, but I’d like to keep my head.” - he told the conscious portion of his kits. They were all wearing UA sports uniforms, for lack of other proper clothes at the school once out of their vigilante outfits. The group started making their way to the 1A dorm rooms.

When they got close enough, Hitoshi let out a small whistle.

“We’re staying in the dorms?” - he asked, eyes slightly wide at the sight of the building. UA had installed the dorms recently, making this year the first one of UA as a boarding school. All students had been staying at UA since the beginning of the year. The Kittens, however, hadn’t been to them before.

“Yeah, Chizome is homeroom teacher of this class, so he stays here too. We’re getting one of the empty rooms.” -Shouta said. Almost as an afterthought he added - “Zashi and Kumo are here somewhere with other classes as well. And if I’m not wrong, Kumo has your sun friends in his.”

Though it went unsaid, the kits understood the silent “If you need something...”. They nodded to show they got it.

They got inside the building with a keycard Chizome had left hidden in some plants for them. The place was dark and silent, but that was to be expected at... 3 something in the morning. Quickly looking for the room the teacher had told Shouta had been prepared for them, they slipped inside without the occupants of the building any wiser to the strangers in their temporary home.

After turning on the light, the vigilantes could see an apparent mess of blankets an pillows on the floor. Apparent, because the people it was intended for recognised it as a nest. Hitoshi made a little content sound, letting go of of his leash an falling face first into the soft goodness. Shouto was the next to let go, sitting down more calmly and picking up a note. After reading it and letting out a small smile, he passed it to his dad before lying down and curling up against Hitoshi.

Made you one of my awesome nests that I know you love so much (don’t even try to deny it Cat) -Hawksie :P

Shouta let out a sigh but couldn’t quite suppress a smile. Katsuki snorted next to him at the hero’s note. He helped Shouta unravel Izuku without dropping him (Shouta could do it on his own, he’d done it before, but he’d be damned if he didn’t give his children what they needed, and right now, Katsuki needed to feel he was helping Izuku). He stayed standing while Shouta lay down, his back against Shouto’s and the littlest kit tucked securely into his chest.

Katsuki made sure everyone was settled before turning off the light and going to lay down behind Izuku, snaking one of his arms in between Shouta’s around the sleeping bean’s torso.

There, all cuddling together, with the knowledge that they were all safe and would stay that way, at least for the night, the family of cat themed vigilantes soon fell into a deep slumber, content to be with one another.

The last to succumb was Shouta, who wondered about what morning would bring for his children and the rest of the teenagers in the building.

...

But that was a problem for tomorrow. Right now, his kids were safe with him. That was all he cared to think about.

In minutes, he too, was deeply asleep.

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A Fucking Duck | a.c | 1

Adrian Chase x Batfam!reader

Requested: @ladybug023

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: Violence. Language. Adrian Chase in general needs a warning I think

Author’s Note: Yeah so this is gonna get a part two sorry not sorry. It was getting long and I have. I have so many ideas.

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It wasn’t supposed to be this difficult to take him down. He was some B-tier criminal from bum fuck nowhere. All she had to do was swoop in, kick his ass, book him and drop him off at the police station. Get him off the streets so that the tiny town he was fucking around in could sleep a little more soundly at night.

It was punishment for having almost killed Joker last month; Batman sent her away to cool off. Deal with something small while she got over her anger issues. She had argued that out of everyone that should probably be killed, Joker was absolutely the one. After what he had done to Jason…She felt it would have been justified. Batman argued that no one dies with the Bat name attached to them.

She argued that maybe she didn’t need the Bat mantle then. He didn’t take too kindly to that.

So he forced her hand, leaving her in the bum fuck town of Evergreen with the mission to stop Vigilante. What should have been an open and shut case, however, had taken up about three months of her goddamn life.

She was definitely part of the problem; she had underestimated Vigilante and his abilities quite a bit. He was quick; and very willing to fight until they were both bloody. But he was also quick witted. Or maybe he was just weird; the comments he made whenever they were in a fight always threw her off. Distracted her, which usually led to him getting in a solid shot (whether it was a literal shot or a punch, it didn’t typically matter) and taking off.

Tonight was no different, with the comments practically being thrown up every time she swung at him. He’d broken her cross bow, which really pissed her off.

“You’re a shitty superhero,” he said as she went to kick him in the face. But he grabbed her boot, flipping her to the ground. “I thought the Batman gang was way better than this.”

“There’s not usually this much talking when I’m fighting someone,” she snapped at him as he stepped on her chest.

“Where’s the fun in that? I thought we were friends.”

“On what fucking planet would we be friends? You’ve stabbed and shot me several times!”

“I mean you’ve also stabbed and shot me!”

She groaned in anger, letting her head fall back into the ground. “Because you’re a serial killer!”

“Hey! I only kill the bad guys!”

“Teenagers who spray paint walls don’t deserve to die!”

“Uh, yes they fucking do. That’s against the law. It’s called vandalism. Do you not have vandalism laws in Gotham?”

She huffed, grabbing his ankle now as he was distracted. The sudden movement made him fall back and she pounced, jumping on him. Pinned to the ground, with her sitting on top of him, Vigilante made an “oh” sound as she pulled out her cuffs.

“You don’t have to be like this, you know. You could actually be a hero. Without the whole murder bit,” she explained, digging her knee into his wrist to hold it down. But he wasn’t exactly fighting back anymore. “Like actual criminals need stopping. Not some bored kid with a shitty home life.”

Vigilante wasn’t responding, simply staring up at her through his visor. She couldn’t make out any distinguishing features with the mask on. But his sudden silence was becoming unnerving as she gave him a whack against his cheek. But all he did was make another “oh” sound. She gave him a weird look but suddenly was shoved off him, being thrown to the ground.

He was manic, standing up frantically as she sat on her ass and tried to understand what was happening. While it wasn’t necessarily obvious to her, to him, it was almost painful how turned on he was by her sitting on top of him and having smacked him. The hard on he was trying to conceal was too much.

“Let’s do this again sometime,” he offered, though his voice suddenly cracked. He cleared his throat. “Any other time. I’ll kill you next week, that sounds fun, right?”

“What the hell is wrong with you?” She yelled as she scrambled up.

But he was taking off and she was standing there with the cuffs in her hand, very confused.

“What the fuck is wrong with this town?”

*****

The ache in her back was enough to make her cringe as she slid into the booth of Fennel Fields. The shitty upholstery was sticky, probably from a lack of cleaning, but the hostess was sweet as she left the menu on the table. Honestly, there wasn’t a need for the menu. Not anymore. This was the only halfway decent place in town, though it still wasn’t great. Not compared to the food she ate in Gotham.

But she came here every Tuesday night and got the shitty breadsticks and a chef salad. Tonight, she ordered a cocktail with her dinner, though it wasn’t nearly as strong as she’d like it to be. She was documenting her latest meeting with Vigilante, updating Batman with the progress she was making.

Or, well, the lack thereof.

That last fight was weirder than usual, with how abrupt the criminal dipped on her. She almost felt ghosted; which was fucking ridiculous because he was her goddamn enemy. But enemies were still something.

“Hey!”

She looked up from her laptop, giving a small smile at mess of curls that waved her way. Adrian was one of the few locals who had welcomed her to their small ass town without too many questions. Well, no. He asked a stupid amount of questions. Just none that were intrusive to her personal life.

When they first met, there at Fennel Fields, she had been there up until closing time. Laptop out, emailing back and forth with Bruce about what she’d learned about Vigilante since arriving. Adrian had walked by her table several times over the course of the night, finally being prompted by one of his coworkers to go get her to leave.

“Hey, uh, hi,” he had awkwardly stammered out. She had looked up, slightly surprised by how cute she thought he was, but simply smiled politely. “So we’re getting ready to close and I know you’ve been here forever and that’s totally cool but —“

“Oh shit, I’m so sorry,” she had replied, closing her computer. She started digging around her bag for her credit card. “Yeah, no, let me pay and I’ll get out of your hair.”

“I don’t mind you being in my hair, like fuck you look like you’re a spy or something, but everyone else —“

“I’m not a spy,” she has laughed some, shaking her head. She wasn’t exactly a spy; though she certainly didn’t belong there. “Let me go pay. Seriously. It’s fine.”

By the time she had finished paying up front, everyone else was walking out the door with her. She had apologized profusely, leaving a big enough tip to hopefully make up for it, as the bus boy fell into step with her.

“If you’re a spy, are you here because of Peacemaker?” He had asked suddenly, pulling off his uniform hat.

“I’m not a spy,” she repeated as she walked towards her car. He followed.

“Okay but that’s exactly what a spy would say.”

“A spy would have killed you by now for following them to their car,” she had pointed out, grinning at him playfully.

He had considered that thought for a moment and realized he had, in fact, been following her. “Oh fuck, wait I’m sorry —“

“Dude you need to relax,” she had told him, leaning against her car door. She held out her hand, introducing herself. “I’m from Gotham. Nothing in your podunk town can scare me.”

“Adrian.” He took her hand with a grin, shaking it. “If you’re from Gotham, have you seen the Batman?”

“Yeah, fuck him though,” she had scoffed. “It’s Crossfire you should be afraid of.”

“That’s the other chick, right?” But Adrian definitely knew who she was. He had met her the night before, when she tried to stop him. Her stupid crossbow ripped his suit. “Nah, I don’t know about that. She’s so short. Like a little duck.”

She had looked at him, brow raised. “A duck?”

He nodded. “Yeah. Because she’s small and cute and why would you wanna fight a duck?”

She had just stared up at him in confusion. That was the weirdest thing she had been called in a long time. A fucking duck.

“It was nice meeting you, Adrian. Try not to piss off any ducks. I hear they can be vicious.”

That first meeting developed into him coming to talk to her every time she came in for dinner. Every Tuesday, he’d come by, say hi, work his shift. Then they’d walk to her car together when the restaurant closed, with him peppering her with questions about being a spy. Tonight was only slightly different as he slid into the booth across from her, wearing a sweater and T-shirt.

“Off work tonight?” She asked, sipping her cheap martini.

“Yeah but I felt bad missing our usual hang out so I figured I’d come hang out outside work.”

“You consider walking me to my car hanging out?”

“I mean you spend like three hours here every week, doing spy stuff.”

It didn’t matter how many times she corrected him. He insisted she was a spy sent from Gotham. Though he couldn’t determine why she’d be there, especially with Peacemaker in prison. It was enough for her to simply roll with it; Adrian’s thought processes were not ones that she wanted to delve too deeply into.

“You got me there, Chase.”

The waitress walked by, giving Adrian a weird look as she handed him a menu. “I thought you called out sick?” She asked. Adrian turned red, shrugging. The waitress rolled her eyes and walked off, no doubt to go rat him out.

“You called out sick and still came here?”

“Okay so you caught me. Kinda wanted to hang out with you outside of work.”

She motioned around them, giving him a funny look. “We’re still at your work, Adrian.”

“Well then let’s go do something else!” He leaned in some, grinning at her. “I know this cool abandoned compound out in the woods —“

She looked between him and her laptop, brow furrowing as she finally shut it. “Sounds like somewhere you’d take me to kill me.”

“I don’t kill innocent people,” he quickly corrected her. Then he realized what he said, and quickly corrected himself next. “I mean I don’t kill any people ever, that would be super fucked up, but like I especially don’t kill innocent people —“

“You need to chill,” she reminded him for the first time that night —it probably wouldn’t be the last time — and started packing up her laptop. “What else is there to do in this town? I’ve been here three months but I spend 90% of my time doing school work. Or being here.”

He hummed a bit as he slid out of the booth. “There’s an arcade that I like a lot. Or Gary’s comic shop; I used to play dungeons and dragons there for a while.”

“You don’t play anymore?” She asked, following his lead as she got up.

He shook his head. “Nah, I don’t have time.”

She found that hard to believe, honestly, but didn’t question him as they walked out of the restaurant. There was a comfortable silence between them as he followed her to her car, like he always did on Tuesday nights.

“I assume I’m driving then?” She asked, looking back at him as they stopped outside her car.

“Oh, well sure. I parked next to you.” He pointed to the Sebring, smiling at her still. “I can drive though. You’ve been drinking. Wouldn’t want you to get taken out by Vigilante for drinking and driving.”

She hesitated for a moment, glancing up at him. Then, it was her turn to hum before she nodded. “Have you had any run ins with him?”

Adrian opened the passenger seat door for her as he stammered some, looking away. “Uh, he’s saved me a few times. He’s super fucking strong. Like a real hero. I bet he’s hot under that mask.”

She climbed into the car, making a face. “He murders people, Adrian.”

“I mean yeah, but crime rates have dropped here since he started protecting Evergreen.”

Adrian moved to the drivers side, hesitating a moment himself. He needed to change the subject, honestly, because she was getting antsy and he was getting antsy and now he was wondering if this was a super bad idea to hang out with her alone. But she was in his car and it was too late and maybe this would just be a one time thing.

He kind of didn’t want it to be a one time thing, though.

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Part Three: Nightmare on 11th Street

Part Three Summary: In which Vigilante needs to law low, and you meet the 11th Street Kids.

Pairing: Vigilante (Adrian Chase) x F!Reader

Warnings: *All of my works are M for mature so 18+ please; language, language, language, canon typical violence, sexual themes, eating, moral contemplation, masturbation (fem), spicy adjacent.

Word Count: 3.5K

A/N: Posting at work, on my phone, so ignore typos/structure abnormalities. Will probably come back and clean it up at some point. Had some fun integrating the gang this time <3

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In the dim, candlelit bathroom, you relaxed further into the sudsy bath, sipping from your glass of wine as you did. The soapy water had stung your scrapes and cuts, but the warm water was soothing to your sore muscles. You closed your eyes and rolled your neck.

Beside you, your phone started vibrating, a rare occurrence since you never had service, and you peeked at the notification. You smiled at the merman emoji, and opened the message. To your dismay it was just another link to the shared Spotify playlist that Vij had sent you. He was adamant that you listen to more Taylor Swift. Everytime he added a new song, or thirty, he sent you the link again. It was sweet in its own way, a reminder that you were on his mind, and more personal than the constant stream of memes, Reddit links, and random facts.

Not that you minded hearing anything from him. He had wormed his way in, and soon you found yourself distracted thinking about those soft green eyes, hidden behind glasses. The last time you had seen him, when he’d shown you his face, he had slipped his glasses on. The smile he had given you was pure sin, a million watts and all puffy lips. You had leaned in to kiss him again, all rational thought long gone, and he had clumsily tried to readjust your glasses at the same time. It had ended with him poking you in the eye, and apologizing while getting an ice pack. And to your never ending dismay, nothing had happened. You’d settled in on your ruined couch, nursing your eye, and nestled against his side. You fell asleep listening to him review a movie he had recently seen, and woke up alone. He’d left a note, scrawled in the worst handwriting you’d ever seen, with his number and a promise to be back soon.

That had been two weeks ago. He sent you endless texts, whatever he was thinking, selfies, and everything he saw on the internet. It was endearing, when you received the messages, but you were beyond frustrated. You believed that he would be back, but the longer it took the more impatient you were. You contemplated snapping a quick shot of yourself in the tub, hoping to expedite the process, when you thought better of it.

Before you could really think about it, really decide, your hand was skimming down your slick skin and slipping between your folds. You were back in the middle of that burning kiss that had been smoldering since he left. You pressed down gently on your clit, swirling softly. The bruises and split in your lip had long healed, but it didn’t take much to remember how sore your lips were. You leaned your head back, readjusting, reaching down to your entrance, when someone knocked a rapid series against your door.

You jerked in shock, spilled your wine and almost knocked over a candle.

“Fuck.” You muttered, standing, and grabbing your towel. In a flurry of movement, you unstopped the tub and blew the candles out, while throwing your hair up in the towel. You snatched your glasses from the sink, and turned the light off. You grabbed your robe and began making your way to the front door while wrapping up in the soft material.

The knocking was relentless; they literally did not stop knocking.

“I’m coming, jesus!” You shouted, jogging slightly, and pulling the door open. “What?” You asked with more force than necessary.

You were too stunned to say anything else, though, because Vigilante was standing in front of you. Your cheeks immediately warmed, trying to put distance between the fact that you were about to jerk off to the man in front of you.

Any hopes of finishing what you had started evaporated just as quickly. Behind Vij, was a group of people, all of whom were drenched in blood.

“Hiya peachy!” Vij announced, pushing past you to come inside. He paused and readjusted your robe to cover more of your chest, and patted your shoulder. “This is the gang!” You furrowed your brows as they moved inside, not bothering to wait for you to move.

“I, for one, can’t believe he wasn’t lying.” A man who was much taller than everyone else grumbled. He had a distinctive beard, and was much cleaner than the others. You raised an eyebrow at him, and he shrugged. You turned back to Vij who was pulling off his mask, and you bit your lip to keep your expression neutral. He slipped his glasses on and smiled at you, and it was almost good enough to forgive the intrusion. Almost.

“What the fuck?” You asked plainly.

“We needed somewhere safe to stay for a minute, and I knew your place was safe and secluded.” He explained, settling on the couch, and giving you a thumbs up. You looked around the room, and found everyone looking back at you expectantly. You sighed, annoyed.

“Fine, fine. Help yourself to whatever. Just, maybe shower before you hang out?” You asked, looking pointedly at Vij, he smiled widely at you.

“They’ll be good, I swear!” He told you, lifting his thumb up again. You rolled your neck and rubbed your forehead.

“Did we interrupt something?” One of the women asked, poking her head out from the bathroom. She was beautiful, and smiling at you. She was all curves, with amazingly textured hair. You stammered.

“I was in the bath.” You mumbled, shaking your head. “You can move the candles.” You told her, waving your hand in dismissal about them.

“Candles?” The tall, muscular man asked. He was in a bright red shirt, and holding a shiny, metal helmet. You recognized him as Vigilante’s wallpaper after a beat.

“It’s called self-care.” You muttered, crossing your arms and leaning against the wall.

“It’s called masturbation.” He countered, snorting at you. You felt the blood drain from your face immediately.

“What?” You managed to ask, even sounding offended.

“Dude, your girlfriend was flicking her bean.” The man said, turning to Vij. The way Vij looked at you, like it was just you and him, stuttered your heart. And the way your heart was in your throat kept you from protesting the girlfriend line.

“What? Really?” He asked, searching your face excitedly.

“No, just a bath and some wine.” You explained, shaking your head. You wondered if he could tell you were lying, if they could all tell.

“Wait, you’re really his girlfriend?” The other woman asked, she was shorter, blonde, and severe. You narrowed your eyes.

“Is that so surprising?” You asked, not bothering to worry about the fact that you didn’t actually think that you were his girlfriend.

“Yes, actually. Super shocked.” The muscular man interjected.

“Why?” You inquired turning on him.

“Because it’s Adrian? He’s a loser.” He scoffed in answer.

Adrian? Your heart fluttered against your chest, loving how his real name sounded. You opened your mouth to argue about him being a loser, but were stopped before you could.

“And a fucking maniac?” The tall man added.

“With a thimble dick.” The muscular man finished. You glanced at Vij, or Adrian, who was just sitting on the couch, eyes bouncing from person to person, smile growing at every quip, clearly enjoying the banter despite it being about him.

“What the fuck? These are your friends?” You asked as his eyes landed on you again. And he nodded, excited.

“Yeah! That’s Peacemaker!” He explained, pointing to the muscular man. You rolled your eyes and nodded your head in his direction.

“The fucking thumb? He looks like a pussy.” You snapped, your frustration boiling over.

“Hey! Fuck you, I don’t care what you think. You’re fucking an idiot.” Peacemaker grumbled, and you popped your neck.

“All done!” The woman from the bathroom called out, stopping what you were about to say. “Damn, what’d I miss? It’s tense as hell in here.”

“They’re all idiots.” The blonde explained, moving to the bathroom. You sighed and glanced at Vij, who was looking up at you with an adorable set of puppy eyes. He could get anything he wanted with those, you realized with an eye roll.

“Sorry, Peacemaker. You don’t look like a pussy.” You told him, through a clenched jaw. His jaw ticked and he nodded.

“Fine. Sorry, you’re very hot. Threw me off. Expected a real uggo.”

“Okay, well, there’s food in the kitchen if anyone is hungry. I can run into town to get different stuff tomorrow, but for tonight, help yourself to what I have.” You announced, and sat down heavily on the couch. Adrian pulled you into his side, before you could protest, and kissed the side of your head.

“You’re so bloody, Adrian.” You told him quietly, and an emotion you didn’t recognize flashed in his eyes for a second.

“Guess you’ll need another bath.” He mumbled against your hair. “Take one with me.” You laughed, and settled in.

“I like Adrian.” You said softly, just for him. He tensed beside you.

“Sorry, I had a plan of how I wanted to tell you my name.”

“What was it?”

“When I was going down on you, I would stop right before you came and tell you, so you could scream it.” You snorted and kissed his jaw.

“You told your friends I was your girlfriend?” You asked, barely a breath in his ear. He shuddered beside you.

“Yeah, I guess we didn’t say anything about it, but I showed you my face, it seemed significant enough.”

“Why did you come here? Really?”

“I missed you. I thought of like six other places that would have been safer, more accommodating, and less of an intrusion. I just missed you.” He admitted, running his thumb over your cheek.

“I missed you too, Adrian.”

“Hey peachy?” You rolled your eyes.

“I hate that.” You announced, sullenly.

“I know, I saved you as a peach in my phone.”

“What is it?” You asked, skipping over his confession.

“You look stupid hot.” He told you, beaming at you with a smile that was all teeth and dimples.

“Thanks, Adrian.”

“I like it when you say that.” His smile turned into something softer, a whisper of his normal, jovial smile, that turned your insides to liquids.

“Your name?”

“Yeah. Did you listen to the new songs I added?” He asked quickly.

“You sent them two seconds before you showed up.” You teased, picking at a thread on your robe.

“So, did you?” He asked, lacing his fingers between yours.

“Yes, dork. But I told you, I don’t like T Swift.” You told him, shaking your head.

“Why? She has a sexy butt.” He argued, frowning, like that would qualify her as a musical artist you liked or not.

“Show me.” You caved, smirking.

“Fine. Here.” He answered, quickly handing his unlocked phone over, already pulled up to google images.

“Did you have that already pulled up?” You asked, incredulous.

“No. Don’t be ridiculous. I don’t search for pictures of Taylor Swift’s sexy butt.” He scoffed, clearly lying.

“Yes, you do, dude. Literally, I’ve found that in your search bar so many times.” Peacemaker laughed while walking in with a bowl of lettuce.

“Okay, yeah. That’s just because I was looking for pictures of her sexy butt.” Adrian explained slowly.

“Whatever, dude, yeah she’s hot. I don’t like her music that much.” Adrian groaned, dejectedly, beside you.

“She’s the best. Wait, did you say she was hot?” He asked quickly, much more animated.

“Yeah, I mean she is hot. Not really my type, though.” You told him, casually shrugging. His face went completely slack, like he had been completely powered down.

“What’s your type?” Peacemaker asked, crunching the mixed greens loudly. You pretended to think about it for a minute.

“Dark and dangerous.” You replied, satisfied that it would regenerate Adrian. He perked up immediately.

“Like Harcourt?” He asked, eyes as big as dinner plates. You huffed a laugh out and shrugged.

“Who is that? Another pop singer?” You asked, laughing. His expression shifted to one of grimace. You followed his eyes to the bathroom.

“Did you just call me a pop singer?” The blonde, Harcourt, asked, sounding only slightly miffed.

“Oh, sorry. Yeah, like Harcourt.” You shrugged, then turned back to Adrian. He was buzzing, the news clearly having broken him in half, and you could feel the energy coming off of him.

“So, like maybe we could–” He began, the words tumbling out quickly.

“Nope, not having a threesome with you and Harcourt.” You denied, immediately. You heard Harcourt snort, and Peacemaker grumble. You raised an eyebrow, wondering about the group’s dynamics, but turned back to Adrian.

“Okay, but what about–” He began, his cheeks bright pink.

“Nope, not having a threesome with you and Peacemaker.” You answered quickly, crossing your arms.

“I didn’t even say it.” He pouted beside you, and began tracing swirls into your thigh with his finger. You realized dumbly that it was your bare thigh, which was exposed to everyone in the room. You pulled it down, and clamped your thighs together, suddenly very aware of how little you were wearing and how many people were in the room.

“What were you going to ask, then?” You asked, redirecting his attention away from your skin.

“If we could have a threesome with Chris.” He didn’t look up at you as he mumbled the words out.

“Who is?” You asked for clarification, though you had a pretty good idea.

“Peacemaker.” You laughed at his frown, and kissed his cheek.

“Right. Just no threesomes, for now.” You settled on, knowing that the conversation was far from over.

“That’s not a no!” He exclaimed, stealing a kiss. His lips parted to deepen the kiss, but you pulled away, leaving him frowning.

“You have, fucking, nothing to eat.” The tall man complained, eating directly from a bag of kettle chips.

“Sorry, I didn’t know I was hosting.” You apologized sarcastically, trying not to roll your eyes.

“Also, Peachy’s a vegetarian!” Adrian announced from beside you, his hand curling around yours again. You studied him with pinched eyebrows.

“How’d you know that?” You asked, confused. You were sure you hadn’t mentioned it, hadn’t had a reason to.

“You use soymilk, but you also use honey.” Adrian explained, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. You chuckled, and nodded.

“I mean, you're actually right. I’ll get regular stuff tomorrow, how long are you all staying?”

“Forever!” Adrian laughed, his bright smile beaming at you.

“Two days.” Harcourt answered at the same time, cutting her eyes at Vij before rolling them.

“Great, make a list I guess.” You told them, shrugging.

“Great! You all do that, we’ll shower.” Adrian told them, pulling you to your feet as he got up. You shook your head.

“I don’t think–” You started, pulling your hand out of his grasp.

“Yeah, no way are we listening to you have sex, right now.” Chris said, sounding disgusted.

“Turn on the tv.” Adrian pouted, looking at you hopefully. You shook your head.

“I’m not having sex with you, with my living room full of people.” You argued, and he exhaled loudly, dramatically.

“Fine. Shower with me, anyway?” He asked, staring at you with such a hopeful expression, and such pouty eyes, that you couldn’t say no.

“Fine.” You agreed, laughing as he dragged you across the room to the bathroom.

“No masturbating either!” Chris shouted out, muffled as Adrian shut the door.

“I’m serious.” You told him, crossing your arms. “I’m not having sex with you right now.”

“I know. I just wanted to see you.” He told you quietly, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. It was so earnest, so sweet, that you almost felt bad. Then he grabbed your tit, and you didn’t feel as bad.

“So soft. Squishy.” He sighed into your neck. "Are you doing regular self-exams?" He asked, his breath hot on your neck.

"Yes, I am." You laughed, pulling away from him.

"Good. Breast cancer is not a joke. My dad does Breast Cancer runs to raise money for the cause, when he's not pretending to be gay to get away from me." You scrunched your eyebrows, parsing through his words slowly. You decided to put it on a shelf, come back to it another time.

“Let’s just get in. You’ve ruined my robe, my couch, and my floor, you know?”You mumbled, reaching out to turn the water on, twisting the hot and cold taps to your preferred temperature.

“How?” He asked, sounding offended. You took your glasses off and scoffed.

“The blood! You always come in here, soaked in blood.”

“Not always!” He argued, hands on his hips.

“Two out of three is not favorable odds.” You grumble, dropping your robe and climbing in. It’s only after you push your face into the hot water and blink away the drops from your eyes, that you notice Adrian’s gaze on you. And it’s only when you feel his stare that you realize that he’s never seen you naked.

He’s never seen any part of you without clothes on, and as you stand under the water with his scrutiny you start to feel embarrassed. Immediately, you’re shy, and turn slightly away, as if you hadn’t just literally disrobed in front of him. You were about to beg him to say something when his jaw lifted from the floor.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous. I know I say that all the time, but fuck, you’re…I mean you’re literally the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen, and it’s actually not fair how hot you are. I’m really glad I brought everyone here tonight, but now I wish they were all gone.” He rambled, still staring at you.

“Oh, well, you can come back.” You told him, giving him a small smile.

“Yeah?” His face lit up, and his smile knocked you back. You leaned forward to kiss his dimples.

“Yeah. Your turn, drop the suit, Vij.” You instructed, watching him like he had watched you.

“Okay. It takes a minute though, it’s actually secured by my own design of interlocking plates.” He explained, unlocking the clasps of his front piece.

“Looks complicated.” You agreed, suppressing your grin as you watched him move methodically through the pieces.

“It is. It has to be. So that enemies can’t get under the armor.” He said, looking up at you, serious as a heart attack. You hum in agreement, slipping back under the water.

“You’re so hot.” Adrian told you, slipping behind you into the cramped shower. “You’re ethereal, and you’re letting me see your boobs.” He whispered against the back of your neck. His hands ghosted over your skin, squeezing and pulling, before he cleared his throat.

“Soap time!” He chirped, cheerfully. He grabbed your body wash and squirted a healthy amount on his hand, before setting the bottle down and rubbing his hands together. He lathered you up carefully, taking extra care to rub your breasts softly and thoroughly, placing kisses as he soaped you up.

“Rinse.” He instructed, turning you around to face the water. You let him move you around, his rough hands moving softly across your skin.

“I’ll be out in a minute.” He told you, pulling you against him and kissing you deeply.

“You didn’t try anything.” You mumbled against his lips, with your body pressed against his, though, you could feel how hard he was. The fire between you could have burned the house down at that point, this precarious knife’s edge that you were forced to balance, constantly teetering to the side of.

“You said no. Did you want me to? If you wanted to have sex, you shouldn’t have said you didn’t want to have sex. I take consent very seriously. I kill rapists. They’re like my fourth favorite kind of person to kill.”

“Wait, you have a list?”

“Of course: racists, murderers, pedos, and rapists. But, I’m not that picky. About types of people to kill, or types of people to have sex with.”

“I did mean it when I said no, but…”

“Now you’ve changed your mind, once you saw my body? The amount of times that has happened to me…”

No! It’s not like that, Adrian. It’s just, Chris was right.”

“Yeah, he's always so spot on about penis nicknames. I went through puberty late, but I haven't got any negative feedback recently."

"Not about your penis, Adrian. Which is…nice." You glanced down at the hard length between you, and bit your lip. Nice was an understatement, he was long and deliciously thick. You quickly imagined him splitting you in half, and shook your head.

"I was masturbating when you all showed up." You admitted, tearing your gaze away from his dick, and meeting his slack-jawed expression.

"You jerk off?" He was staring at you with such a mix of wonder and joy and genuine shock that you laughed.

"Sure, women jerk off too."

"Were you watching porn?" He asked, rubbing up and down your back loosely, twirling your hair when he touched it.

"No, I was just thinking…" You trailed off, debating on how much to reveal. But, standing under the steady stream of hot water with your bodies pressed against each other, you realized your cards weren't as close to your chest as you thought.

"You. I was thinking about you."

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