#the Justice league can hear someone from the other side talking

[r3ynah]

What's wrong with clones? what's wrong with me?

Dani was greatful for her mom, she was greatful that he was supportive and living when she first met him, and even after the fight she was happy that Danny didn't throw her away with hatred in his eyes, she would've understand it nonetheless, just imagine someone assaulting your DNA to make a copy of you? it was traumatizing or the both parties, based on experience.

But if it wasn't for Danny, she wouldn't be here at this place were she stands. It has been about 20 years since she was born, and her mom step backed from heroism and passed it down to her which she accepted with pride. Her mom deserves a break.

And without her she wouldn't be part of the Justice League, and wouldn't be meeting all this amazing people, they have loved dani and took care of her ever since she joined. and she was happy. what more could she ask for? well she was a bit lonely afterall.. and that was selfish of her, she already have her mom, her friends, what else could she even ask for?

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Dani, Hero name Wraith, walked down the halls of the watchtower when she heard a ruckus in one of the meeting rooms, letting her curiosity get the best of her she took a peek in the room, where she found a bunch of Heroes surrounding a boy that looks a little too much like Superman. and Superman in the corner holding his head in stress? Agony? Dani doesn't know.

She stepped into the room, only for Wonder woman to notice her, She gave Dani a wave which she returned with a smile, she moved near Wonder woman in curiosity and asked: "What's going on? why's the Adults surrounding a kid?"

Wonder woman looked at her with a stare she didn't understand, before she answered. "He's a clone of Superman, we found him trying to kill the man, just last week, and this is the first time he's let out." She explained while pointing at the kid.

Dani let out a gasp of delight, "Really? Holy shit. I got to talk to the kid!" Before Diana could stop the girl she was already at the new clone's side, pushing the other heroes away.

The Clone angrly stared at the new person, infront of him. "What you'll interrogate me too?."

"What? Why would you think that?" Dani giggled as she circled the boy, her eyes darting back and forward to superman and the boy to see the similarities. "Ancients, you really look like Superman, what's wrong with you?"

"What do you mean by that?" The kid asked very confused.

"I mean you're healthy and fine, i don't get why the league is going haywire towards you." Wraith chuckled, as she floated upside down infront of the kid.

Silence embraced the room, as the sound of a steel chair echoed throughout the room.

"Didn't you hear what Wonder Woman said Wraith?" Superman walked big steps towards the two making other heroes take a step back, from the man of steel. "It's a clone."

"okay, Okay, Wait i feel i said something wrong?" Dani returned to her normal position, making sure she's not levitating upside anymore as she looked at older man infront of her in confusion. "What's the problem here?"

The room was quiet huh that was unusual with, there was a thick atmosphere that you can cut it with a knife.

"The problem? This is the problem." Superman angrily stated as he pointed at the kid, who looked ready to fight the man infront of him any second now.

"What? superman i don't get its just a clone and a child-" Wraith was cut off rudely. by the man infront of him.

"Ofcourse you don't get it, you don't get how it feels to be cloned, you don't get how traumatizing it is for your DNA to be stolen, That is not a child." Superman snapped, making Dani take a step back. "So stop acting like its a normal kid, that thing will never be like us, because its a mistake created by some lousy villain, who tried to stop and kill me, clones don't deserve love nor respect, and they certainly don't deserve families. Now Stop acting like you get it."

Silence, surrounded the room as Superman finished letting his anger out at Wraith who stared at him wide eyed confusion seen her face, she looked at her peers who only looked apologetic and those who looked down the floor and then there was batman

she shifted her gaze towards the, boy who she can see was trembling, The boy was crying. oh no. no. please don't cry.

"I get it." Wraith stated, keeping her ground, only babies cry she wasn't a baby now, she grew out of that phase.

She returned her gaze back at Superman who still was looking at her. it really looked like he didn't mean to snap at her. But that shit Hurt who knew he had it him, is this what Danny felt when he found out about her, was he in reality sick of her? no. No. Danny loved her, he said so himself.

"Wraith please no-" Wonder woman, called out trying not to get the girl in more trouble.

"No. I get it. I'm really sorry for you Superman, and how you got traumatized by some of your DNA getting stollen, I am really. But with all due respect you can't treat him like a thing, because he's a clone." Wraith spoke back, now more confident than ever. the kid perked up from this and raised his head, he was really crying.

"And what do you know about that? Wraith." Oh no Hero names, She knew she struck a nerve, Superman was back at being angry.

"What I know, is that you're right, clones don't deserve love and respect, clones don't deserve anyone because all they do is hurt and destroy." For a second everyone thought Wraith changed sides. Wraith glared at superman, he wanted her to agree with him, oh she'll agree with him alright. "Clones like me, don't deserve anything."

"What?"

Everyone in the room was shocked but to scared to speak, afraid to start something.

"Thank you, Superman. For showing me that I didn't deserve my mom, Because to be honest you're fucking right, all I did for my mom was pain and agony." Dani was now raising her voice, at the man infront of her.

"You're a clone?" Superman managed to ask, his eyebrows almost touching his hairline.

"Hell yeah, And you know what age he got me. Fourteen, He became my mom at the age of fourteen, he took care of me at the age of fourteen, he loved me like his own daughter at the age of fourteen" Wraith laughed out loud, tears threatening to stream down her face. "You know what's funny superman? I tried to also murder him, I tried to also kill my template. And yet he took me in, and said that it wasn't my fault. it wasn't my fault that i was born, It was never my fault, he comforted me as i cried to him about my other brothers who i watched slowly die and melt apart infront of my eyes, he didn't hate, he didn't isolate, he only loved and cared."

Wraith was now crying. as she gritted her teeth.

"Wrait-"

"you we're right. I didn't deserve my mom. if he had just killed me from the start, he would've been more happy and not worry about me, My mom is the kindest being in the world in my own eyes, and he'd done everything for me ever since he was fourteen." Dani looked down at the ground, with clenched hands. "I was born as a six years old, but in reality i was only two months old. it's funny how im the same age right now when my mom first had me. My body maybe 20, but my brain is 14, keep that in mind Superman."

She looked around her peers, but couldn't see anyone but her reflection in those glass walls, she's crying, she didn't want to cry. "You've been hating on that kid, but Superman let me remind you that kid." She looked at the child who was still sitting on the chair but now with a look of confusion, eyes red from crying. "Is only a few months old despite its physical appearance, you've been hating on a newborn baby, like a deadbeat dad, and that's just sad."

Dani can hear a snort in the background. She swore that sounded like her mom.

Superman looked defeated and guilty, Dani was tired she wanted to cry, in the arms of her mom, but she can't leave the other kid here, so she made a rash decision. "If you don't want him, I'll take him."

Protest engulfed the meeting room, but Dani didn't care, she passed Superman and headed towards the black haired kids, direction. "Wanna come with me?" she asked, while having her hand out for him to take.

The kid looked at her hand, before grabbing it. Dani smiled and summoned a portal, she took the kid with her, her mother's not gonna like this and she might take a break from JL a couple of months, Oh well its all worth it.

#dc x dp #dp x dc #dp x dc crossover #dpxdc #danny is nonbinary #dc x dp crossover #dp x dc fanfic #dp x dc prompt #dpdc #kon el #superboy #connor kent #superman #Dc #batman #dani phantom #SoundCloud #superman hasn't named conner yet #superman deadbeat dad #Danny is mothering #Dani adopted a brother for herself #Danny was in the background spying at his daughter #Danny was ready to throw hands #Proud mom

[incorrectbatfam]

dickie and jason headcanons pretty please

Everyone thinks Tim and Damian are a nightmare to have in a room together, but it's actually Dick and Jason. Tim and Damian still need to work through a thing or two and subconsciously pull their punches because of that, but Dick and Jason have no such thing. They've been siblings the longest and at this point it's an undisputed fact that they love each other, so there's zero limit to them being absolute menaces

They've been in a Toy Blast standoff since last year. Dick keeps speedrunning the levels and Jason keeps deleting the app from Dick's phone until he catches up

The bathroom switch in the Bludhaven apartment is outside the bathroom. Barbara kept telling Dick to get it changed and he kept procrastinating, so when Jason broke in and turned the lights off in the middle of Dick's shower, all Babs said from the other room was "Told you so"

Jason: "Alfred, tell Dick to quit breathing over my shoulder"

Dick: "Tell Jason to quit blocking the screen with his big helmet"

Alfred: "Sort it out yourselves, this is not in my job description"

Dick wrestled Jason for an Oreo but also gave him the comfier sleeping bag in the span of five minutes while they were on a stakeout

Jason is absolutely the sibling that chases Dick around the house with a knife for fun when Bruce and Alfred aren't around

Dick: "Get out of my room"

Jason, lurking outside the windowsill: "I'm not in your room"

Dick's outfits aren't truly considered nice until they pass the Jason Test, which is getting a "meh" instead of "you look like you were drawn by a fourth grader"

To brag that he got the last slice of pizza, Jason slapped it across Dick's face

The most accurate ruler in the world is the one they use to split the last candy bar (but Dick secretly lets Jason have an extra millimeter)

And the most accurate measuring cup is the one they divide the last of the apple juice with (though Jason generously gives Dick a few drops more)

The tension is palpable—even the Subway guy cutting their sandwich can feel it

Alfred sends them out to do yard work and they start sword-fighting with increasingly bigger sticks until Dick grabs a rake and Jason whips out the All-Blades

Jason: "I was here first!"

Dick: "I was born first!"

Jason: "I was adopted first!"

Dick has two Instagram accounts—Dick Grayson and Nightwing. Jason has three—Jason Todd, Red Hood, and the verified Nightwing

When the Cave is colder than usual, Jason brings Dick his favorite peppermint hot chocolate but always takes the first sip

Together they stole the bat-plane, flew to Lebanon for food, received a hefty fine after nearly colliding with a fighter jet, got a huge scratch on the side, paid someone under the table to fix it, and put it back where they found it in the span of Bruce debriefing the Justice League

Dick will go through Jason's leftovers, pick out what he likes, and leave the rest. Later he'll hear Jason walk out of the kitchen shouting "Who the FUCK took the shrimp out of my shrimp fried rice?!"

When they were kids Jason's bedtime was half an hour later than Dick's. Dick still has beef with Bruce about that

Dick is Player 1. Jason is Player 6 because the first time they played he grabbed a random controller from a box of dozen

Jason: "Help me bury this body"

Dick: "Sure"

Jason: "Also I need to delete all record of this guy's existence"

Dick: "Will do"

Jason: "And can you get me a drink?"

Dick: "Get it yourself"

When he first arrived, Jason was resistant to the idea of having an older sibling until he realized he has Younger Brother Privilege

Dick hides the remote with a sword swallowing trick and Jason hates it

They use texts for personal conversations, WhatsApp for vigilante business, and Snapchat for unhinged memery. It's like talking to 3 separate people

They also have their own text abbrevation: DTB (Don't tell Bruce)

They don't apologize, they just sulk in their rooms for a couple hours until Alfred calls them down for dinner and they forget all about it

Goon: "Who's that blue fella? Youse was fightin' real loud"

Jason: "Nightwing. He just pisses me off sometimes"

Goon: "I can take care of him"

Jason, lighting a cigarette: "Go ahead, I'll be here when you get your ass handed to you"

#dick grayson #nightwing #jason todd #red hood #batman #batfamily #batfam #batboys #batbros #batkids #batsiblings #batman family #incorrect batfamily quotes #incorrect quotes #incorrect dc quotes #dc comics #headcanon #ask #anonymous #tw swearing #tw food mention

[bats-and-the-birds]

I like to think about young Dick Grayson a lot, and right now I'm specifically thinking about him from the Justice League's perspective.

Like, imagine you're in the Justice League, maybe you've been there for a few months, maybe for a few years, but either way, you know how it works. Superman's terrifyingly powerful, but you get over the fear factor as soon as you see him cry over a sad cat video, and Wonder Woman's still a bit intimidating, but as long as you're good and truthful, you can trust that she won't crush your head like a grape.

And Batman... well, you've made your peace with the fact that you'll never figure him out. You know literally nothing about him, other than the fact that he claims to be fully human, but you're not even really sure about that, because you're pretty sure he just materializes in the shadows sometimes. The only things that you're 100% sure of is that you're terrified of him, and you're so glad that he's not on someone else's side.

And then, suddenly, he has acquired a child. Just like everything else, you don't find out immediately, because god forbid that man tell his team anything. But you start to hear vague reports of another shadow trailing behind Batman in the night. Superman asks him about it one day, but of course, he doesn't respond, and they all wonder, but it never gets brought up again.

But one day, unexpectedly, that shadow is at a league meeting, and he's not as shadowy as you would have thought. In fact, he's wearing the most vibrant costume you've seen, and you spend all of your time with other heroes in spandex. He's also young. Terrifyingly young. It's his twelfth birthday, actually, he explains to the league, and he pestered 'B' until he agreed to take him to a meeting. You all agree later that he looks younger than twelve. And you worry about him, because why is this child in Batman's care? Can he really be trusted to look after someone so small, so young, so seemingly fragile?

Besides, Robin (Robin, his name is Robin, he's a songbird for christ's sake), is everything that you'd think Batman would hate. He talks everyone's ear off with a giant grin stretched across his entire face. He begs Superman to fly him around and cackles and claps as Wonder Woman demonstrates basic sword maneuvers for him. Before long, the whole team is in a better mood. Meanwhile, Batman stands in the shadows, his face impassive, with no explanation about the little masked boy that walked into the room hiding under his cape.

He leaves just as he came, disappearing under Batman's cape as the two exit the watchtower together, and the whole league is left to wonder how the fuck that child ended up in Batman's care, and whether or not they should intervene, because spending prolonged time in Batman's company cannot be healthy for a child.

But then he starts showing up more and more, popping up in some places that you know from Batman's glare he's not supposed to be. He's teamed up with that speedster boy and the two of them cause havoc, but Robin takes the lecture he gets with a grin and gives a half hearted promise to behave.

You steadily start to realize that he might not be as out of place in Batman's company as you originally thought. You realize that the boy is a performer through and through, and that extends to that grin of his that dazzled the team when they first met him. You get the impression that sometimes its genuine, yes, but you'd never know if it wasn't. His exuberance is a persona held in place as meticulously as Batman's grim seriousness.

And though you'd assumed that Batman's sidekick (partner, the boy insisted, rather intensely, though his smile never faltered) would be well trained, this kid could take down league members, you're sure. You quickly realize that he enjoys fighting, and he fights viciously, giggling and putting on a show, but leaving broken bones in his wake. Your first impression is that Robin was more human than the demon they called the Batman, but you quickly start to question that too. If Batman can materialize in shadows, then Robin can fly. He twists through the air like gravity doesn't affect him and lands with so much grace that you'd think he had hollow bones like his namesake. You're not fully convinced he doesn't, considering he climbs up the bat with no warning, clinging onto his back like he belongs there (you quickly start to think he does), or he'll throw himself through the air with no more warning than a quick 'catch' yelled to his partner. And Batman catches him. Batman always catches him. Everyone keeps an eye on him when he's up high, but there's a part of you that feels like it's impossible that he'd ever fall. Or at least, impossible that Batman would ever let him hit the ground.

And you start to think that Robin's exactly where he's supposed to be; perched on Batman's shoulder, hiding in his cape, or fighting by his side. You still hope there's a normal boy behind the mask, going to school and making friends with someone to tuck him in at night, but you also can't imagine anything normal about Robin, and maybe that's why he needs to be by Batman's side, and maybe that's why Batman needs him too.

#batman #comics #dc comics #dick grayson #justice league #robin #batman and robin #dick grayson robin #dick grayson headcanon #batman headcanon #justice league headcanon #headcanon #sorry this is so long #i had more to say than i thought about tiny dick grayson #and kinda just kept typing #i'll write a fic if people want it

[inthememetime]

An AU in which a young adult Danny inherits a branch of FentonWorks located on Gotham, he does some work as a Ghost hunter, as Phantom, and as the illusive Ghost King.

Then one day he get an odd request; He, Daniel Fenton, is hired to protect the hero Phantom, himself, from the evil ghost king, also himself, at the request of the Justice League.

🤣 I fucking love you, anon. I would credit you if I could. I'm calling this: Fenton, King of the Scams

Due to length, I'm splitting this bad boi in two.

Danny got into the 'family business' mostly due to a lack of other options. Anywhere that would do blood or physical tests would spot he wasn't completely human pretty quick. But, despite working in FentonWorks, he gained a reputation both from ghosts and humans as an extremely fair arbitrator.

He won't destroy your property- unless absolutely necessary- but he WILL sit down with you and the ghost bothering you and figure it out. 90% of the time, the ghost just can't get to the GZ, or needs to talk to a friend/family member one last time. Sure, you're out $25/hour, but the problems are almost always solved without bloodshed.

He's even worked with Constantine a few times! Nobody knows why, but ghosts really seem to respect him. And the JL respects him as well.

News, however, moves slowly in some parts and quickly in others from one side of the veil to the other. The JL knows, now, the Ghost King is up and around permanently. (True)

They know that, historically, the GK is evil. (True- with Pariah. Most of the others were good. There's a reason the former kings kept their names, and Pariah's was changed to...well...Pariah)

And they know Pariah Dark hates mediums and living humans. (True!)

They do not, however, know that the Ghost King has changed; The King of the Damned, Lord of Screams is an unknown, although he does admit- having his Title reflect his ghostly wail means it's a little bit ominous.

Phantom, meanwhile, is known as a superhero- albeit a dead one. He works with the Bats, the JL, and YJL willingly.

No one has, as of yet, connected patient (albeit snarky), careful Danny Fenton with aggressive, often asshole-ish Phantom. Fewer still- outside of Amity Park- have connected Phantom to the Ghost King of the Damned. Or, more commonly in Amity Park- King Phantom.

Danny found this out on a normal Tuesday evening.

"Phantom!" Batman called, and the ghost stopped to hover nearby.

"Hey tall, dark, and furry! What's shakin'?"

Batman scowled. (Victory!) "Phantom, the Justice League has a long-term contract for you."

"Ooh! What is it?"

Batman handed him a folder. "Let me know tomorrow night- same time and place- if you can take it."

"You got it, bats! Good night, sleep tight, don't let the dead bugs bite!" He cackled as he flew away. "Dead bugs. Ooh that was a good one."

When he returned- not home, he knew there was a tracker (it had become somewhat of a game between him and the batfam. Loser bought BatBurgers)- he looked through it. And promptly laughed until he nearly cried.

-

The next day, he- as Fenton- went to the JL's Gotham station. "Hi, Leslie, I'd like to speak with- Batman probably isn't in yet. Constantine? Or someone involved on order 7 GH-1800B?"

The receptionist looked through- she couldn't see any details past level 2, but she could see who to direct him to for questions. "You're in luck, Danny! Batman, Constantine, Superman, Green Lantern, and Green Arrow are all on it. Superman's up top, just take the blue elevator and push the top floor button."

"Thanks!" It said something that he was here often enough to be friends with the staff. He'd never get over the beauty of space. Every time, as Fenton or Phantom, it took his breath away. The way the stars wheeled, the way he could hear them thanks to his obsession.

"Still beautiful, isn't it?" A voice asked. He jolted, then grinned apologetically at Superman.

"Sorry. I was supposed to be finding you, but- every time, it gets more beautiful."

He nodded. "I can understand that. How can I help you, Mr. Fenton?"

"Danny, please. I actually had some questions on this order protecting me from the Ghost King?"

"Sure. I know Phantom's not the most discrete hero," fair, but ouch, "but his power set is best able to combat ghosts."

"Oh, I know that- we worked together a lot, back in Illinois. I guess the question is- why from the Ghost King? The current one isn't bad. I'd say he's pretty good, myself."

Superman smiled a little pityingly. "I know you think the best of ghosts- and usually, you're right! But this guy- we've been looking at historical records, and he's a real piece of work."

"Oh, you mean Pariah Dark," he said, now understanding. Easy mistake.

-

"Exactly. So until we get a few ways to combat him, we'd like to keep our Ghost Expert safe and sound." An alarm blared before he could correct the Man of Steel. "I've got to go- just stay safe, ok, Danny?"

"But Pariah Dark is- aaand you're gone. Ok then."

Maybe it was time to come clean to the JL. Memories of being on a dissection table at a GIW base, turned in by someone he'd trusted, flooded him and he winced. Or he could make easy money protecting himself.

Yeah. That sounded good.

"Did you really have to drop the trackers in a pile of bat droppings at the zoo?"

"You found them! Hey, at least we know it works even if you're-"

"Phantom," he warned.

"In deep-"

"Don't."

"In deep shit."

Batman sighed heavily.

"I'll take it, by the way. I talked to Fenton, we worked together a lot, he's cool with it."

Batman rubbed his temples. "Thank you."

"Sure! Hey, can you even feel yourself through that material? Whoa, that came out wrong. I meant can you feel your head- oh, that's not better."

"Have a good night, Phantom."

"You too! Sorry for the innuendo! It'll probably happen again."

"At least you recognize that." Was that a smile? Double score!

---

"So how's this look?"

"Good, but do we really want to summon the Ghost King?"

"That's the only way we'll find out if this works- it's been months. We need to know if the weapons we've altered with hurt him."

The summoning began. It was a long, tedious affair; generally, if one knew a spirit's title, they could do a summoning in just a few minutes. But something like this? Constantine and Zantana agreed, it was some of their best work. The King wouldn't be able to escape this, and more importantly, would be unable to attack them.

After nearly half an hour, the two magic users plopped on the ground, sweating and exhausted. "Is...something supposed to be happening?" Asked the Flash.

"It didn't work. HOW didn't it work?!"

Superman cleared his throat. "Would it still work if you had the wrong name?"

Slowly, both magic users turned to him. "Explain," the magician hissed, and Constantine pulled out a cigarette.

Superman cleared his throat. "Well. What if Pariah Dark isn't a title, but a name?"

Constantine closed his eyes. "Fuck this. Alright, Supes, what happened?"

"Well- Mr. Fen- ah, Danny came by to ask about the order of protection. He said the Ghost King was an okay guy, and then asked if I 'meant Pariah Dark'. So would that affect it?"

Constantine rose, left the room, and screamed. After a moment, he returned. "Somebody call Fenton, please. We need a nap."

"And a beer!"

"Two beers. Each."

-

"Oh, hey, Wonder Woman. How are you doing? Did your curator friend find another haunted artifact?"

"Well, thank you. And yourself?"

"Pretty good, thanks!"

She smiled. "Good. She does have a few leads, but nothing solid yet. I was wondering if you could tell me about a few ghosts?"

He nodded. "Sure, sure. Want something to drink?"

"Whatever you're having is fine," she replied easily, and sat on his creaky old couch.

He sat across from her and passed over a mug of hot cocoa. "So, who can I tell you about?"

"Let's start with Pariah Dark."

He made a curious noise. "You know, Supes asked me about him a few days ago, but ran off before I could say anything. Are you looking for his powers, history, or?"

"Is Pariah Dark a name or a title?" She asked.

"Bit of both. He became king a few thousand years ago, but was just the worst. When he was stopped the first time, ghosts stopped using his real name, and replaced anything with his name on it with Pariah. Dark was his real last name, though."

She frowned. "The first time? He is no longer the King?"

"About...eh, a thousand years ago, give or take a few centuries, the Ancients got together and sealed him to stop him from destroying the world. Nobody could win head-on, though, so he was king in name. Then, a few years back, he was released, and decided to do the whole destroy the world thing again," he said.

"But the current King didn't want the world to be destroyed, so he, Phantom, and other ghosts held him at bay long enough for him to challenge and win in single combat, then become king. Like I told Superman, though, he's a good guy."

"And do you know this new King's name?"

Oh. Shit. "We're allies, and it's incredibly unwise to share information like that about him," although technically, they already knew it, "but I can tell you that he's known as the King of the Damned, and he's very human friendly, minus a few crazies."

There. They'd be able to summon him with an incomplete title, but bindings wouldn't work without at least part of his name and his full title. It was why beings like Clockwork went by 'Master of Time', or Clockwork instead of their true name.

Wonder Woman's gaze sharpened- she'd caught onto the half truth. Luckily for him, her emergency communicator beeped before she could get out her lasso. Hooo boy. Maybe he needed to lay low in the GZ for a bit.

-

"Phantom, where is Fenton? The person you were asked to guard?" Batman asked.

The other side of the communicator was silent. "Phantom, respond." Silence. Batman turned to Constantine. "Any luck?"

He shook his head. "Turns out he didn't give us a true name. I keep getting images of his female counterpart in Illinois or a weird thermos, most of the time," he said. He sighed deeply. "The rest of the time, there's a ghost way scarier than Phantom in a crown."

"It's my fault," the Amazonian princess said quietly. "I kept pressing about Pariah Dark and the new King. Fenton warned me sharing information about the current Ghost King was unwise- I should've known even speaking about him could get Fenton in trouble. And if Phantom swore to you to protect Fenton, well."

"Hey, you didn't know the guy had a werewolf with portal powers that would just kidnap him," the Flash offered. "Who could? It's nuts."

"I think we only have one choice," Superman said warily, "and I don't like it." Superman had an understandable nervousness of ghosts- they were one of the only things that could reliably harm him without kryptonite.

"Neither do I. But l'll see if Zatanna is free."

In the secretary's desk, who'd had to leave early a week ago and was still in the hospital, was a note from one Daniel J. Fenton. It said, in general, that he was sorry he had to leave abruptly, but he would be perfectly safe with Phantom as an honored guest at the Ghost King's court for the next month.

The interim receptionist incorrectly noted this as junk mail, or perhaps a bit of fanfiction, and let it alone.

-

There was a painful tug in Danny's gut, and he groaned. "My liege?" Fright Knight asked.

"My apologies, I'm being summoned to the mortal realm," he said, then cocked his head to the side. "As King, not Phantom. Hmm. I'll see you all as soon as I can."

"We understand," said Queen Dora, and Danny took his true form.

Phantom looked like a young man, albeit with white hair, big eyes- basically, as friendly as he could while still being taken seriously. His true form was a little more...eldritch. He didn't actually have feet like this, just a long, black tail. His entire body, really, was that of a massive black serpent made out of static- if serpents had four arms with sharp claws, if their coils randomply dissipated into green and black smoke before remaking, and-

Ok. He looked...nothing like a serpent. Danny did, however, have to admit, the black crown, burning in ectoplasmic fire that matched the curling green horns and solid green eyes did make a pretty cool accessory for summonings.

Danny liked summonings- sometimes. More accurately, he liked fucking with people. And this would be a perfect- wait, was that Constantine?

-

At first, John thought it another dud. Nothing appeared in the circle. "Is it just me, or is the temp dropping in here?" The Flash asked.

Batman grunted- as good a yes as they'd get.

"King of the Damned, you have been summoned to this place. Show yourself!"

Constantine, a moment later, wished he hadn't spoken. It was impossible to keep track of the monster before them- its' body kept shifting and changing. One moment, static. The next, a clear view of the milky way. The next, stars he'd never seen before and that no mortal was meant to.

"Y̷o̵u̶'̸l̸l̴ ̴f̴i̴n̸d̶ ̵i̶t̴ ̸e̴a̵s̴i̸e̷r̷ ̵t̸o̶ ̷f̷o̶c̴u̷s̷ ̶o̵n̴ ̸m̶y̵ ̸f̴a̸c̶e̶,̵" said the King, kindly enough. Superman covered his ears and winced.

He- it? Danny'd always referred to it as a he. He was right. Somehow, the massive, green glowing maw filled with giant teeth and solid, unblinking eyes below fiery white hair and massive horns was easier to focus on. He hurriedly looked away from the horns, which were changing shape and size as quick as the rest of him.

"Right. We're looking for a missing persons- two, actually," he said. "Do you know where Danny Fenton and the spirit known as Phantom are?"

Did he know- Danny couldn't help the laugh. "O̷f̴ ̴c̷o̶u̴r̷s̶e̵!̷ ̷T̴h̴e̸y̷ ̴l̵e̵f̸t̴ ̴a̶ ̴n̷o̷t̷e̶ ̸f̷o̵r̴ ̸y̵o̸u̸,̸ ̶r̶e̴m̷e̶m̵b̵e̸r̴?̶"

Batman spoke. "We received no notes."

The King frowned. "L̵e̶s̵l̷i̴e̸ ̷d̵i̸d̸n̶'̶t̶ ̷g̵e̶t̶ ̵i̸t̷ ̶t̷o̴ ̷y̴o̵u̴?̷ ̶F̶e̶n̶t̴o̴n̶ ̸s̵a̷i̶d̵ ̶h̸e̸ ̸l̴e̶f̷t̷ ̷i̸t̴ ̵w̴i̴t̵h̵ ̵a̶ ̸m̵o̷r̸t̴a̴l̵ ̷b̸y̵ ̶t̴h̸a̶t̷ ̵n̶a̵m̷e̴.̶" He tacked on the 'mortal' at the last moment. Man, it was hard to be yourself while playing like you weren't yourself, while acting like you knew yourself a little.

Flash jumped up, and less than a second later, cleared his throat sheepishly. "So, uh. Honored guests at your court?"

He nodded.

"Can we talk to them? One or both?"

#inthememetime #danny phantom #danny phantom au #dp x dc #dpxdc #ghost king danny #john constantine #danny fenton #ask answered #fenton King of Scams #long post

[englishspeaker47]

Love Birds

Episode 1: Independence day

Today is the day, when Nightingale greets old friends and goes on a life changing mission. Wally is still Wally and Aqualad has to take care of his teenage kids.

GOTHAM CITY

Just a normal day in Gotham city- well as normal as it can be. Until ice crashes down causing panic around the park.

They start running to get away from the threat some getting frozen some just able to get out of harms way.

"Enjoying family time?" Freeze says before freezing a small family.

“My family has other plans.” Freeze says but is interrupted by a bat-a-rang to his glass helmet.

"Batman." Freeze turns around aiming his freeze ray towards where he had assumed Batman would be.

A laugh is heard before Robin flips into action and bounces off of freezes helmet, then nightingale does the same and each of them land throwing their bombs towards his helmet cracking it.

"Oh boy and girl wonder, the bats sent you to send me off to prison, frankly I'm underwhelmed" freeze says only to be interrupted by Robin saying "Great but we're kinda in a hurry here"

"Kids always is such a rush" freeze says.

"he wasn't talking to you" nightingale says looking up, freeze's eyes widen and look up to see Batman and he punches his helmet and fully cracks it.

"Wouldn’t want to be that guy" Nightingale says from where Robin and her are standing Batman and him both look and her, Robin smiling while shaking his head and Batman just gives a simple nod.

Robin raps his arm around Nightingales shoulders, “Today is the day, you ready?” Nightingale looks to Batman and at the apartments across the road.

“Yea, ready as I’ll ever be.” Robin looks at Nightingale and sighs.

“Still thinking about her?” Nightingale nods and the Hero and his side kicks leave for the hall.

After a while they make it to the hall of justice everyone and NG looks up at the hall, Green arrow and Speedy are there along with Aqua Lad and Aqua Man.

Batman places a hand on Robin and NG’s shoulder and speaks "today is the day" then green arrow says "welcome to the hall of justice"  "headquarters of the justice league" Aqua Man says and taps Aqua Lads shoulder.

"OH man!" They hear from behind them so they all turn around to see flash and kid flash "I knew we'd be the last ones here!" KF says

"ironic huh?" Nightingale replies with smiling at him.

"hey gorgeous!" He says winking

"Sup KF" Nightingale says.

Nightingale had been friends with Wally for ages, since Batman brought her in to the hero scene. The two were basically siblings. They start walking to the hall entrance.

"Is that Batman?!" Someone yells "look it's nightingale and Robin!" "I see flash and flash junior!" "His name is speedy duh!" "No! Speedy is green arrows side kick!" "Well that makes no sense" "Nightingale over here!"

Everything goes silent when she looks up for a photo. Although she looks past the camera to see a lady in a black hood looking at her, her eyes widen and the second Nightingale blinks. She’s gone.

"Ready to see it?" Green arrow says interrupting her thoughts "born that way" speedy replies with "Im glad were here" aqua lad says

"have all five sidekicks ever been in the same place at the same time-" KF gets cut off by speedy

"Don't! Call us sidekicks, not after today."

"Calm down roy it's probably his first time at the hall" Nightingale says tapping his shoulder.

"that it is gorgeous, tho I'm a little overwhelmed" KF says

Then Robin starts up saying "your overwhelmed, freeze was underwhelmed why isn't anyone ever just whelmed?" NG laughs a bit before getting a small smile from Robin as they walk inside.

"Oh that's why" Robin says as he looks up at the huge statues of the league. "Robin, nightingale, aqua lad, kid flash and speedy.. welcome" Martian Manhunter said. Nightingale, Robin and KF all do a little fist bump before following along.

"You now have access to the Gym, full gallery and of course our library" Martian Manhunter says and is followed by flash saying "make yourselves at home"

Hearing this everyone sits in a chair minus speedy. "Quick debrief to discuss the coincidence of four villains attacking on the same day"

Batman says and walks up to the zeta tube and it says "Batman 0-2, Aqua Man 0-6, Flash 0-4,

Green Arrow 0-8, Martian Manhunter 0-7, Red Tornado 1-6".

Then we all hear "that's it?!" Speedy yells  causing the hero's to turn around "you said we'd get a real look around not a glorified backstage pass"

Nightingale didn't really wanna listen to them argue so she grabed robins arm and used his mini computer to play flappy bird. He looks at her nodding telling her its ok to continue and turns away focusing on what speedy's talking about.

"They’re treating us like kids!" Speedy says causing NG to look up and stop playing "worse like side kicks, we deserve better than this" the group of teen hero’s all look at each other and back to speedy.

"Your kidding right? Your playing their game, today was supposed to be THE day, step one of becoming full fledged members of the league"

KF looks to Robin and NG and says "well I thought the first step was a tour of the HQ?" And gets cut off by speedy once again.

"Yea except the hall isn't the real HQ"

"What?" KF says clearly confused "it's just a false front for tourists they just have a zeta beam that teleports to the real thing, an orbiting sat alight, the watch tower"

The small bit of the full time hero's pause and Batman glares at green arrow. "I know, I know I just thought we could make an exception?" Green arrow says in hopes to save himself. ‘Someone’s in trouble’ she thought.

Batman continues to glare "or not" green arrow says in defeat. Robin retracts his arm types something and shows it to NG, ‘awkward’ she stifles a laugh and types back ‘yup’.

"Your not helping your cause son, now-" Aqua Man gets cut off by speedy "or what your gonna send me to my room and I'm not your son, I'm not even his, I thought I was his partner- but not anymore"

He takes of his hat and throws his hat to the floor. The group are just witnessing this going on not really knowing what to say.

“Roy..” NG stops.

"Guess they were right about you four.. your not ready" we all stand up and watch him leave, NG let go of robins arm and can't help but feel that Roys right.

“Superman to justice league, there is a fire at Cadmus. Help needed”

"Zatara to justice league" seeing one of Nightingales friends dad was cool but she hadn’t seen her is ages.

"Superman?" Batman asks "It's a small fire local authorities have it under control" superman replies. "Then Cadmus can wait"

Batman looks to the teenage hero’s “stay put”

Robin looks at him and says “what? Why!”

"This is a league mission" Aqua man says followed by flash saying "your not trained"

"That's the only thing we have been doing" Nightingale says "yea since when we're we 'not trained'" KF adds on.

"I meant your not trained to be apart of this team" flash continues "there will be other missions" Aqua man says "but for now stay.put." Batman says.

Then they walk off towards the zeta tube and green arrow mutters something to Martian Manhunter "agreed" he replied with.

"Ready? How are we ever supposed to be ready when they treat us like sidekicks?" KF says "Mhm we're still sidekicks in there eyes" Nightingale says.

"My mentor, My king I thought he trusted me." Aqua Lad says "Trust? They don't even Trust us with the basics, The secret HQ" "IN space" Nightingale says adding on to KF's statement.

Aqua Lad nods and says "what else aren't they telling us" "hey I have a better question, why didn't we leave with speedy?" Robin says.

"Exactly what I was thinking" NG says and they all look down. Until Aqua Lad starts up. "What is project Cadmus?"

Then Robin smirks and says "Don't know, but I can find out"

Robin walks over to the computer and starts typing stuff on the huge key pad.

"Nightingale, plug this in the power port there"

He says, Nightingale handing her a wire to plug in.

"Will do" she says.

"Access denied" the computer said after she put the wire in the access port.

Robin looks up and says "heh, wanna bet?"

"Woah how are you doing that?" KF says, NG walks over to stand next to Robin.

"he's Batman" she says in a deep voice mocking her mentor and laughing at her own joke, KF looks at her and says,

"Very funny. but seriously how?"

"Same system as the bat-cave" Robin says

"Nightingale can do it to, she just doesn't" he continues before getting back to it.

"Access granted" the computer says

"Alright project Cadmus, genetic lab here in DC, if Batman's suspicious we should investigate" Robin says.

"We should" NG says

"If we solve the case first, it would be poetic justice" Aqua Lad says.

"Hey, their all about justice"

"But they said to stay put" Aqua Lad said

"For the sun mission, not this" Robin replies with.

"No way you wanna go to Cadmus?" KF says placing a hand on Robin and NG's shoulders.

"because if your going I'm going" KF says

The group looks at Aqua Lad "just like that, we're a team?"

"Well we didn't come here for a play date" Robin says.

"Finally an actual mission!" NG says before walking off not aware of the secret conversation behind her.

"Robin, how is she?" Aqua Lad asks the two.

"She seems off" KF says

"She’ll be ok, she’s been through a lot" Robin says before continuing.

"You both know that she is" Robin says.

Robin walks after NG and KF starts speaking to Aqua Lad.

"She may be strong but she can’t bare everything on her shoulders"

Aqua Lad nods and they silently follow behind the two.

CADMUS

The fire fighters fighting to put out the fire two people inside yelling for help "help get us out" a scientist inside yells.

Then a huge explosion knocks the two out off the building as there falling a yellow and red blur dashes in saving the two scientists and is hanging from the window.

"It's what's his name, flash boy!" someone yells.

"KID FLASH!, why is that so hard?" KF says.

Aqua Lad, Robin and NG run out of an alley way "Soo smooth" Robin says

"does he always have to run away" is the last thing Nightingale hears Aqua Lad say before getting pulled by Robin into the shadows.

As they’re running he starts his famous laugh and NG looks back to see Aqua Lad looking around.

Then Robin lets go of her hand.

"I'll get KF you get in there" he says

“Alright be safe” he nods and off he goes.

NG grapples off and swings into a window and sees Robin hacking the system and KF checking files.

NG walks over to Robin and whispers "hey did you do the math homework?"

"Yes? Why did you not?" He asks looking up

"I mean.. i started it?" She says smiling.

"When we get back I'll help you out" Robin says.

"Thanks" she says before looking out the window to see Aqua Lad doing his thing before making his way into the room.

"Appreciate the help" Aqua Lad says obviously being sarcastic.

"You handled it, plus we're here to investigate" Robin says and gets back to typing.

"Poetic justice remember?" NG says tapping his shoulder receiving a smile.

Then Aqua Lad leaves the room so the group runs after him.

"There was someone in there" Aqua Lad says.

"Elevators should be locked down" KF replies.

"Mm they should be, but why aren't they"

Robin runs ahead so they all follow "this is wrong.. thought so, this is a high speed express elevator, doesn't belong in a two story building".

"Neither does what I saw" Aqua Lad walks up to the door and forces it open.

"And that's why they need an express elevator."

Robin shoots his grapple to the top of the shaft "Nightingale grab on" Robin says "Got it” she replies with.

Robin grabs her hip and she holds on causing her cheeks to have a red tint as they’re lowered into the elevator shaft.

"I'm at the end of my rope" he then swings himself and NG onto the elevator door and slides down and uses his mini computer and Aqua Lad and KF jump onto the door frame.

"By passing security, there go!" Robin says.

Aqua Lad opens the door and they all walk into the hallway.

"Welcome to project Cadmus" NG says KF runs off down the hall.

"Kid wait!" Aqua Lad yells.

"KF get back here!" Nightingale says.

"Ah-" he yells all of these ape alien things stomping down the hall.

"Holy sh-" Nightingale gets cut off by robins gloved hand on her mouth.

"Language" he says before Aqua Lad says.

"NooOoo nothing Odd going on here" Aqua Lad says. Then the ape thing walks off.

Then the team ends up in a room with these blue tubes with aliens in them.

"K I'm officially whelmed" robin says.

"Are you kidding, what are these?".

KF walks in front "this is how they keep this huge facility hidden from the world, the real Cadmus is powered by these things, must be what there bred for".

Aqua Lad said something to the group but NG was looking at the Alien things.

"Cadmus creates new life, let's fine out why. They call themselves genomes. Oh look at the stats on these things super strength, telepathy, claws their living weapons" Robin says.

"There engendering an army, but for who?" KF says.

"Wait what's project Kr?" Nightingale saw reading over robins shoulder.

"I'm not sure the files are tripled encrypted I can't-" Robin gets interrupted by a voice.

"Hold it right there!" Nightingales eyes widened realising she recognised that voice.

They all turn around to see guardian.

"Wait nightingale, Robin, kid flash, Aqua Lad?" Guardian says in clear confusion.

NG nudges KF and say "least he got your name right" he slightly glares at NG before Aqua Lad speaks up.

"I know you, guardian a hero" he says.

"I try my best" guardian replies with.

"Then what are you doing here?" KF says.

"I'm chief of security, your trespassing but we can call the justice league to figure this out" guardian said.

Nightingale and robin look at each other and he smiles slightly, NG raises her eyebrows and he looks at his mini computer and motions her over.

Then he shows her what floor project Kr is on, as they’re about to tell the team they hear guardian yell.

"Take em' down!" Robin throws a smoke bomb and he grapple's on to a pipe grabbing Nightingale before she can object.

Then the two make it to a elevator door and rob starts hacking away.

Nightingale turns around and sees KF and Aqua lad.

"Way to be team players you two!" KF says in rage.

"Weren't you right behind us?" Robin says and before long the door opens.

And they all get into the elevator and Nightingale fills the silence

“Everyone ok?”

The responses are out of breath but all ‘ok’ and ‘yea fine’

"We're heading down?" Aqua Lad questions.

"Dude out is up!" KF says.

"No excuse me, project Kr is down lvl 52" robin says.

"Perhaps we should contact the league?"

Aqua Lad suggests.

"No point we're already here, we’ll be ok kaldur" NG says before walking out of the elevator and looking around at the strange pathways.

"We are already here" KF says to Aqua Lad.

And they all walk to the entrance of the two hallways.

"Which way?" Aqua Lad says.

"Mm bazar hallway 1 or bazar looking hallway 2?" Robin says.

"HOLD!" Some Alien dude yells and throws barrels at the team.

NG gets pulled back by one of the guys.

"Hurry!" Aqua Lad yells before they all get insides a room.

"I disabled the door we're safe" Robin says.

"We're trapped" Aqua Lad corrects.

"UH guys you might wanna see this" KF says and presses a button on a control panel and a pod in the middle of the room lights up.

"Uhh what is that?" Nightingale says.

"Big K little r, the atomic symbol for krypton, clone?"

"Robin hack"

"Right, right" robin says before speaking to Nightingale .

"Night you mind?" As he hands her the wire.

"Not at all" she says before taking the wire and plugging it in.

"Weapon designation super boy a clone force grown in- 16 weeks?! DNA acquired by superman".

"Stolen from superman" Aqua Lad corrects

"No way the big man knows about this." KF adds.

"Solar suit allows him to absorb sun radiation 24/7"robin says.

"And the devil things?" NG says genuinely confused.

"Uh- Genomes force feeding him education" he says and KF says "and I bet we can guess what else."

They keep talking and NG walks closer to the pod

Poor dude. Then she notices the devil or genomes horns turn red.

Robin then opens the pod so NG steps back and they all look towards the super boy it's quiet for less then a second until super boy jumps forward smashing Aqua Lad into the wall then onto the floor.

KF runs over to pull super boy off but he punches KF Back "I don't want to do this" robin says putting a gas bomb in his mouth.

Aqua Lad kicks him back, robin and NG pull out their tasers but he grabs the wires from both and yanks them both forward behind him onto the floor.

Then he uses his foot to keep robin from moving. Nightingale manages to land a punch to super boys face and to no avail. Then getting punched in the gut and one to the face and the last thing she heard was someone call my name before everything goes black.

#dc x reader #dick grayson #dick grayson x reader #young justice x reader

[maniacwatchestheworld]

Okay, okay, okay, so hear me out... Blue Lantern Harvey Dent.

So lately I've been playing with this idea that like... The Joker somehow managed to get his hands on the Black Lantern ring, and so Batman needs to get the Justice League to make the White Lantern, but then all of the colored lantern rings accidentally end up in Arkham Asylum instead. The rest of the rogues get their hands on the rings, soon learn what they need to do and are totally down to kick the Joker's ass and so have to work together to summon the White Lantern and bring the Joker down.

Who gets what rings can be negotiated, but I'm generally thinking that it would go...

Green: Harley Quinn. She does have a lot of willpower, surviving her abuse at the hands of the Joker, and deserves to get in on this Joker beat down!

Yellow: Scarecrow. Duh.

Orange: Catwoman. Stealing is her biggest vice after all, and she's probably going to be better at keeping it away from space-Gollum than like... The Penguin would without dying!

Red: Bane? Maybe? This one can be negotiable as a few of the rogues could fall under rage. Maybe you just give it to Bane because he'd handle the effects of the Red Lantern Ring the best? I dunno.

Indigo: Poison Ivy. Because she does hold a great amount of love and compassion towards plants... Just not other people and animals particularly... And hey! With the Indigo ring, she can MAKE people care about plants! :D

Purple/Pink: Mr. Freeze. Because that man sure as hell does love his wife just... SO much! I don't think that any of the rogues love their significant other quite as much as Mr. Freeze loves his wife!

Blue: Two-Face. More specifically Harvey Dent. Hope is a constant theme with his character and when he was DA, he inspired hope in the people of Gotham. Which, let's be honest, is an impressive feat!

Out of any of the rogues, I can see the Blue Lantern ring actually choosing for Harvey to wield it. He inspired a hopeless city like Gotham to have hope against all odds. He inspires hope in Bruce Wayne who in turn gives everyone else hope as Batman. He inspires such a great level of hope, of course the Blue Lantern ring would choose him! But he's given up on hope. He has no hope left in him anymore. The ring chooses him, but he refuses the call. He thinks that the ring made a mistake and is wrong in choosing him. He insists that someone- anyone else should take and use it. But the rest of the rogues shrug it off and agree that he should use it. It just doesn't really suit any of the other rogues, and even to them, the way that Harvey used to inspire hope in people is obvious.

Because of all of this, Harvey just retreats into himself and Two-Face has to pick up the slack. Two-Face insists that they should just forget about Harvey, give the Blue Lantern Ring to someone else, and give him the Red Lantern Ring instead. The rest refuse, and so Two-Face is stuck with trying to make due with the Blue Lantern Ring, but they don't exactly work the most harmoniously together. There's clearly a compatibility issue going on here.

Of course things are rocky as the team tries to figure the powers of the rings out, figure out who works best with which of the rings, and they struggle to work together as a cohesive unit.

But eventually, it's time, and the team has to confront and fight against the Joker. While there is promise at first, soon they realize that it's a losing fight. When all seems to be lost, Two-Face steps off to the side and pleads for Harvey to fight with them. But he still doesn't want to help. He believes that it's truly hopeless. And it's here that Two-Face drops all of his pretenses and bravado and really talks to Harvey.

It's here that Two-Face admits that he still holds on to hope, and it's because of Harvey. He would never admit this any at other time, but he believes in Harvey. He holds onto hope for Harvey's sake. Harvey may have given up a long time ago, but Two-Face still believes that he will get better. He believes that their future will be kinder to them. He believes that one day, Harvey will stand tall as a figure that can inspire give people hope again. Because Harvey gave Two-Face hope. Two-Face hopes that one day, the world that won't be as cruel to them. Even though he had been shoved into the dark, Harvey still made Two-Face believe in a future that would be kinder to them. Harvey may not believe in that future anymore, but Two-Face is here to protect Harvey until the day Harvey is ready to come out and inspire people again. Two-Face can't do this alone. He's much better at inspiring rage or fear in others. But it was the Blue ring that chose them. No one else can do this job. And it's because of Harvey. He always did have this annoying habit of inspiring hope in others, after all.

After having this little pep talk, Harvey finally decides to come out, and fight! Because of this, they are able to turn the tide of the battle and kick the Joker's ass!

So yeah... Blue Lantern Harvey gives me emotions. >.<

#blue lantern #green lantern #batman #batman rogues gallery #two-face #batman rogues #harvey dent #gotham rogues #two face #batman villains #twoface

[boyfridged]

What do you think of a storyline wherein Jason stays with Talia and works under her instead of going back to Gotham as Red Hood? I was really interested in their dynamic (minus that one scene from Lost Days) and wanted to see more of it. I think if they pushed for the Son of the Demon storyline, Talia's longing for her son could be a good premise for her further involvement with Jason's story. They'd still retain that same mutually beneficial relationship, but now in the sense of a mother gaining a son, and a son finally having a mother. Though I wonder if Jason would be amicable to work under the League.

And what are your thoughts about Jason and Damian's relationship in general? Tbh I'm a huge fan of the concept of Damian growing up with Jason at his side like the one from Young Justice. I think these two's dynamic is severely underused in the comics so I'm curious how you'd tackle writing them.

oh i have news for you.

and a very long proper answer under the cut (with some additional criticism of talia’s portrayal in the lost days in general.) 

i have to start with a preamble: this is a sentiment that i hear a lot, but i don’t agree that talia & jason’s relationship in the lost days is well written for the most part (even if we exclude the last couple of pages). the beginnings are strong and would go well with the general premise of it happening after son of the demon, i agree. still, what follows once jason regains his cognitive prowess after the pit is… questionable at best.

tldr: i genuinely fail to see any reason for which talia as we know her until now would enable jason to such an extent. i know that people usually go for explaining it by virtue of her actually trying to steer him away from gotham; or that she perhaps knows that it would be easy to lose jason’s trust at this point. you could also maybe argue that she wants to support him in his… autonomy? 

still. with who talia is at her core (or who she was… before 9/11 and all the following mischaracterisation. excluding lexcorp era of course, lexcorp era my beloved) she would simply not stand for the invention of the red hood, for soo many reasons. most notably because killing for her is not dogmatic; it’s a dirty job that she might have to engage once in a while, or something she will do in a spur of a moment to protect someone; but she doesn’t think it’s an ultimate solution to anything. and jason’s modus operandi as the red hood is based on the opposite idea.

also, if we’re going the route established by son of the demon; i don’t even think talia would want to grant him that kind of training knowing the state jason is in. maybe if there’s no other option; maybe as a gesture of love to ensure he can protect himself; but as i said before, she does not believe there’s anything particularly noble in being deadly. and i’d say she would believe that jay, being a child, should not be in this position. if we conceive it all as a situation in which there’s really little other choice – okay, let’s say she provides him with teachers. but to provide him with that many resources for a mission that is very much suicidal…? why would she do that.

she has so much to offer jay. i talked about it here, but i think it is that she does not believe in absolutes that she could teach him. it’s her relentless strive for freedom and the way she manages to build her identity (largely. not completely, because that’s impossible) outside of the influences of her father and batman. and it’s not merely a compromise nor a contrarian to their stance; it’s her own way of seeking justice.

anyway. so you ask about jason working under talia. i think talia would want jason to have something else; something new. still, given the circumstances and jay’s own will, it could be the best option for them to remain together for a while, and i don’t doubt they would form a familiar relationship (which is also very appealing to me because it's a kind of chosen family trope that i enjoy in the title in general; this is also how i see dick & jay's relationship: they both have an initial link to bruce, but it's their own decision that makes them care for one another.) and occasionally team up. except in this vision i would still like to think that talia would respect him and his autonomy enough that it would be more of a partnership. 

the question of whether jason would want to remain in the league is a whole different question to me since such a huge part of talia’s development is that she wants an out. so in my mind, if they’re in the league together, talia does not have much control over the situation herself and she is mainly protecting him doing her best to make sure that jason is not indoctrinated.

because i do think that despite jay’s brightness, will and distaste for authority, he could get indoctrinated. this is how cults work after all; everyone can fall in as long as they are suitably isolated and “broken” by methods such as lack of sleep. they also tend to coerce the subject of the brainwashing into thinking that they are the ones “taking control” in their lives, which jay is desperately looking for. and jason is also searching for something radical, no matter how terrifying and unreasonable it is. howbeit, it's not all that interesting storyline to tell; i like to think he gets dangerously close to it, but never quite completely broken. and i think a huge part for why he manages to stay out of it should be talia.

there are some other versions of the story possible wherein making him stay in loa for a time would make sense; if talia’s and damian are there, then he could stay for their sake. or perhaps in order to get further resources and contacts for his mission, using it for his own advantage.

and since i mentioned damian here: well- i’m not a huge fan of canon damian. or, let me reiterate; he does induce my sympathy and i like him personality-wise, but he’s also such a huge catalyst for character assassination of everyone involved: talia, bruce— that i find it very difficult to enjoy any story with him in the centre. the only possible way to preserve his his canon backstory without it happening is, i think, if talia was not aware he was in the league at all (here following the premise of her giving the child away at birth.) i still think that when possible, jay should be shown to care about him, primarily because damian's a kid and i can't possibly express how much i hate content in which jason is cruel to children.

and i do enjoy playing around with what-ifs concerning these 3 characters. i actually have 2 more wips about them… one inspired by mother (2023) which is a remarkably bad movie but did inspire me to write a story in which damian got adopted and only after 13 years talia has to get involved as he is in danger (it’s also a story in which talia is working on dismantling the league. and jason shows up for a while.) and another one in which they all live together during lexcorp era. 

#you have such a timing. i was literally talking about this last night in dms #which is why this anon gets answered so quickly- #outbox #the opposite of lost #jay.txt #jay.zip #talia.txt #talia.zip

[tryingahandinholdingapen]

oh, you want to know why I report to the fucking Batman?

got a new fic yall! as may be hinted at by the title, this time it’s a DC fic. canon doesn’t exist except when it does, apologies in advance for that and also the fact that this is basically entirely a long monologue from Jason Todd as Red Hood to the Justice League. you can read it on ao3 if you want, at this link:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/44645986

or you can read it here on tumblr, below the keep reading bit!

hope you enjoy :) I had fun with this one; made myself laugh

here’s the summary first though:

There is a pause. “Looks like there’s no more League business today. Can I tell that long story now? Why I, a very evil villain, am reporting to ‘the fucking Batman’?”

You may be forgiven for thinking this was leading towards certain secret identities being revealed, or a discussion of Red Hood’s past, or even of Red Hood’s relationship with Batman, truth or lies. You would be wrong. It was not.

They’re in the middle of a Justice League meeting up on the Watchtower when suddenly the blank screen on the wall flickers to life.

To show a Gotham villain, sprawled across a chair in a dimly lit room, armed to the teeth and looking casually at the camera. It seems to be a live stream. It’s usually safe to assume that a villain wouldn’t hack into an extremely secure location to show a livestream of themselves talking to heroes without it being some sort of extreme threat or disaster, so people tense, ready to react to some new danger when the villain starts to speak.

“Batman,” says the fucking Red Hood of heads nonchalantly stuffed in a duffel bag, “why do you always miss check-in times? You get on my fucking ass for not giving appropriate reports but I can’t fucking report in unless there’s someone to report to, a’right, I’ve got limited time before someone questions why I’m missing.”

What.

Why would the Red Hood be reporting to Batman?

“Hood. I’m busy.”

Red Hood snorts, a sound weirdly distorted by his voice modifier, and rolls his head to the side that is very clearly the same gesture as a sarcastic eye roll. batman does not react to this at all. Why is he not reacting to one of his villains hacking the Watchtower, claiming he failed to check-in, and then sassing him? Also, wait. They’re responding to each other. This isn’t a livestream but a fucking video call? Can Red Hood see the League right now? Can he hear them?

What the fuck is happening, everyone thinks silently, staring at the exchange before them.

“What the fuck is happening?” Someone says, out loud.

Batman sighs, like he’s had a very long day and the people around him are unexpectedly and unreasonably making it much longer. He does not answer.

“Well,” drawls the Red Hood, which answers whether the villain can hear what’s happening in the most secure hero base they have, what the fuck, “I am trying to give my weekly report, but some people’s inability to mind their own business, and other people’s fucking inability to mind basic responsibilities” - a pointed shift of body language to face Batman’s direction, who is now stubbornly ignoring the screen - “is making that very. Difficult.”

They have so many questions.

“I have so many questions,” says someone, possibly the same League member as before, “starting with: what? who? why? how? what are you doing, who are you reporting on and to, why on earth is a villain reporting to the fucking Batman?”

They can’t see Red Hood’s expression of course, with the helmet, but the way he suddenly straightens up from his sprawl, before leaning forward towards the camera, hands bent against his legs and a tad worryingly close to his holsters, screams ‘malicious delight’ and maybe ‘surprised glee’.

“Well,” he starts again, in much less of a drawl but more of a sharp, cleanly cut tone, that isn’t distorted nearly as weirdly by the modifier but sounds much less ‘I am threatening you’ and more ‘the threat has already come to pass, and I am quickly but cheerfully informing you of your incoming demise’. He is cut off abruptly.

“It’s a long story,” says Batman. “We do not have time to delve into that now. We need to plan the upcoming raid, and then I need to take Hood’s report and deal with it appropriately.”

A notification flickers to life on another screen, near the opposite side of the room. Everyone glances at it. Red Hood leans further to the camera. Can he read the screen from wherever he is? The notification informs them that the enemy they had been about to plan a raid against has already been defeated by the local hero of that city.

They turn back to the screen showing Red Hood.

Red Hood turns his attention back to them.

There is a pause.

“Looks like there’s no more League business today. Can I tell that long story now? Why I, a very evil villain, am reporting to ‘the fucking Batman’?”

-   -   -   -   -

You may be forgiven for thinking this was leading towards certain secret identities being revealed, or a discussion of Red Hood’s past, or even of Red Hood’s relationship with Batman, truth or lies.

You would be wrong.

It was not.

-   -   -   -   -

Red Hood has grabbed a glass of some sort of drink, from somewhere. Nobody quite sure where, they didn’t see him pick it up from offscreen and there is nowhere shown onscreen it plausibly could have come from. They’re also not sure why he’s grabbed the glass. It’s not like he can drink with the helmet on, and he doesn’t seem at all inclined to take it off. Mostly, he’s using the glass to gesture as he begins to speak.

“As I’m sure we all know, Gotham is really fucking weird.” 

Someone snorts and begins to say something.

Red Hood raises the hand with the glass, and points a finger of that same hand at the screen.

“Shut up. Do not interrupt me. I managed to get past enough of the security at your pretty little tower to talk to you like this, do you really think I didn’t get into anything more....dangerous to you inhabitants, at the same time? Do you want to risk it? I am going to speak, and you are going to listen, and it is going to take a while to get back around to the original point in this explanation but I will get there and then you will have your fucking answer. We good?”

Silence.

“Good. Okay. Where was I...”

“Right. So Gotham is fucking weird, I’m sure you’ve all noticed some aspects of that, it’s impossible not to notice something when there’s so goddamned many things that are weird about it or off or just wrong. Here’s one I bet you’ve never noticed or thought about before: the population count. It stays pretty steady, average for most cities. It should not be so steady.”

“Gotham is a fucking death trap, okay, between Ivy’s pollen, Scarecrow’s fear gas, and Joker’s fucking toxin, it’s close enough to constant fucking chemical warfare that no Gotham citizen ever goes anywhere without a gas mask. In addition to the rogue’s gas du jour, there’s the rogues themselves; there’s a metric shit ton of organised crime, like, an unreasonable amount, plus a truly implausible amount of independent muggers, rapists, thieves, you name it. You go almost anywhere and you can hear gunshots, you can hear sirens, you can hear screaming. So fucking many of the police force are corrupt. All the rogues have far too many goons backing them up. On top of everything else, a lot of people are both very paranoid and also armed, and whilst that’s beyond understandable due to Gotham’s,” Red Hood gestures broadly with one hand - he has a gun in that hand, why does he have a gun in that hand, should they be more alarmed than they already are - “mm, everything, it does mean that even in an interaction between two ordinary, non-criminal civilians on a day there’s no gas making people loopy or rogue threatening people, there’s still a high fucking threat of friendly fire if the one makes the other too jumpy.”

“Gotham is a death trap,” he repeats, with intense emphasis, “and people die every day. It’s the most crime ridden place you’ve ever heard of, and people die every goddamn minute. So. Many. People. Die. Exponentially more than literally anywhere else on the planet, basically.”

“So with that much constant, unending death you’d expect one of two things, right? Either option A,” he weighed up one hand demonstrably, “Gotham’s population must be decreasing like crazy, or option B,” and he let the first hand drop, instead weighing up his other hand, “there must be a fucking unbelievable amount of immigration and or a very high birth rate in order to increase the population back up enough that overall, it mostly holds steady. So, take your guesses! Which one is Gotham?”

There was a pause, as though he actually expected the Justice League to vote or at least internally make a guess on this. Then he clapped his hands together - some people startled at the sudden, loud sound - and continued.

“If you guessed option C,” he jerked his chin up in a ‘come at me’ gesture, raising two middle fingers, “which is, ‘neither, asshole’ then congratulations! You would be correct. Immigration to Gotham is virtually nonexistent. Understandably, because as aforementioned, fucking death trap, and that’s without mentioning the things that will fuck you up without killing you. The majority - not an overwhelming majority but a majority - of adults in Gotham have never had children. Of those who have had children...almost every child is an only child, or only has one sibling. Combine that with the unbelievably high mortality rate, yet eh inexplicably steady population count, and you’ve got a picture that just makes no fucking sense. It shouldn’t be possible. It isn’t, physically, actually possible. But it happens! It is happening, right now, where I’m sitting in this super sketchy basement to talk to yall in Gotham. There are very few possible explanations to this.”

“Several possible explanations that both unfortunately have the same reason they can’t be true: maybe people are just lying, or maybe some of the many, many orphans don’t realise they have a secret half-sister, or the many street rats don’t realise their asshole parents gave them brothers after kicking them out. maybe, considering the rather numerous children on the streets and the inexplicable population increases coming from somewhere to counter all that death, maybe these children just fucking spawn on the streets or something, like mobs in a video game. Nope! Pick a random person in Gotham. Any random person, adult or child, potential parent or not. Trace their history and family. Carefully. Professionally. Dig through all the planted history, the fake IDs, the falsified records. Dig deep. Look. I guaran-fucking-tee you that child has a maximum of two biological siblings. Their parents probably also have a maximum of two biological siblings, or more likely, no siblings. I also will tell you now, I’d bet on my fucking grave, that a vast majority of what little family they can lay claim to, is dead, in prison, estranged, currently a criminal, a missing person or some mix of all of the above. The only reason Gotham’s nonexistent immigration, terrifying mortality rate, and steady population would make sense is if almost every single person had a huge family. And yet they just don’t. Pick any random person, and they have a small family, most of whom they have no contact with for some reason or another. It makes no sense for the statistics or even just realistically for this to be always the case, but every goddamned person in Gotham is always so isolated. This literally should not physically be possible.”

“Other things that whilst less physically, realistically, scientifically impossible just....should not be the case: why is there so much crime, and poverty, and abandoned buildings? Bruce Wayne is not corrupt! I’ve fucking checked, thoroughly, trust me I didn’t believe it either. but no, we are very lucky, we have a literal billionaire pouring out almost all his fucking money into various charities, into the community, into funding for various structures we need. He, and everyone working for him, are doing good work, that in literally any goddamn city except this one, would basically eradicate most of our issues, including the very broad issues of poverty, starvation, and most crime. And yet, for some reason....Couple of specific examples, off the top of my head. Cops in Gotham are pretty fucking well-paid, and there are regular inspections by higher-ups who’ve been confirmed to be clean, so why on earth are there still so many cops who work for gangs? Why are there so many kids on the streets? Like again, back to the population issue, literally where do all these children come from, but also, Bruce Wayne has set up multiple things for children to go to, which are - unlike a lot of other places in Gotham - not just gonna get you handed over to gangs. And yet, so many kids on the street. I’ve talked to them, they know Wayne Foundation places are safe, most of the kids I’ve talked to have actually intended on going there, and yet, so many kids still on the streets everyday.”

“And goons! How and why do rogues and gangs get so many goons? Where do these people come from and why? I keep a close eye on crime in Gotham, it’s my literal job, I’m very good at it - never see any rogues pressuring people to work for them. gangs, yes, rogues, no. But what rational person decides - well, decided, he’s dead now, rest in pieces fucker - to work for the Joker, who frequently kills his henchmen for absolutely no sane reason? Who chooses to work for Two-Face, when your life suddenly literally depends on the 50/50 chances of a coin toss? How do people even start working for rogues, how do they find each other? It makes no sense.”

-    -   -   -   -

“Okay,” Red Hood said suddenly, and several people startled to attention, then winced, “if you tuned me out, time to tune back in because I’m about to get to the actual answer to your question.”

“Turns out the reason for most of the stuff in Gotham that makes no sense is simply ‘it’s cursed to hell and back’.  The previously mentioned constant chemical warfare, the influence of Lazarus Pits as well as whatever the hell Slaughter Swamp is, evil tomb, evil hyper sigil, and various other bullshit all combines into one incredibly fucked up, unified curse over the whole of Gotham. That’s why all the philanthropy shit doesn’t work nearly as well as it should do, why all the really really weird villains we have, and why the population rates make no fucking sense.”

“Magical experts were actually called in to take a look at this shit. Like, a lot of them. We wanted to be very sure.”

“Learnt a few things. One - literally nobody can get rid of this curse. Gotham is apparently just fucking like this, and always will be. Two - aforementioned stuff about what it is causing. Three - it also apparently has some very odd effects on rumours, or what rumours are willing to believe, or something similar. Which is why pretty much everyone in Gotham knows I’m strongly against anything that harms children, any form of rape, any trafficking, and a few other things, yet this large fucking trafficking ring were all so very willing to believe me when I claimed to be one of them. It’s kind of trippy if you’re not used to it. Useful for undercover work, don’t get me wrong, but makes no rational fucking sense, it’s hilarious. Four - it centres on Crime Alley.”

Red Hood’s voice lowered a little, and he got very fucking intense as the blank face of the helmet stared them down before he kept speaking.

“Crime Alley gets the brunt of it. No matter what anyone does, it’s always a dump, it’s always full of crime and the worst kind of criminals, it’s never fucking safe, warm or light, and there’s always so so so many street rats with too little food and sex workers struggling to avoid shitty johns. And for some reason, the real fun point of this being the centre of Gotham’s curse? Vigilantes make less than no difference. Cops make less than no difference. You can’t counter the crime in Crime Alley of all places, the only option to make a difference is..”

He leaned back in his chair, gestured with one hand.

“...Take it over. You can’t stop it, can’t counter it, but if you fucking run it, you can control it at least somewhat.”

He started counting off, not with fingers but tapping loudly against his opposite palm.

“Don’t hurt kids. Don’t sell kids, don’t sell drugs to kids, don’t use kids as runners. No trafficking. No protection rackets on my own turf, don’t be fucking stupid. I see any instance of rape or abuse, I will intervene. I regularly check in with the sex workers, they will tell me if anyone treats them like shit, I will intervene. They ask for help, I give it. They don’t owe me shit. I ensure the kids have at least some access to food, and claim a few warehouses or random abandoned buildings for their use. They are fucking protected. They don’t owe me shit either, though both groups often volunteer information, which is always helpful. No form of slavery or prisoners. You wanna deal drugs on my turf? Fine, don’t cut it with anything dangerous, especially don’t cut it with anything from the rogues, don’t give it to anyone who doesn’t actually want it, and I get a cut. You wanna fight? Sure, don’t get anyone else caught in the crossfire, and if you’re operating some fighting ring it better all be people that are there willingly - as much as that can be the case - not prisoners being forced to fight or animal fights. Gambling? Fine, I get a cut. Smuggling? I get a cut. Also, if you touch Kryptonite, I take it and destroy your entire operation, ditto if you handle anything a tad too poisonous like, say, alien weaponry or shit designed to level at superhumans. Don’t bring in outsiders, don’t bring in or use poisoning. Money laundering? You’ll never guess what.”

“Don’t try and invade or take over my turf, or I’ll fuck you up and take some of yours as compensation. You wanna operate in my turf, you get permission and I get a cut of profits.”

“Theft gets a free pass, it’s pretty much always ‘I am trying to stay alive, help’ but if you hold up a store or get too violent I’ll intervene.”

“When I started running the fucking show, crime rates dropped like hell, even including my own various cases of breaking and entering, murder, et cetera et cetera.” Red Hood waved a hand dismissively. “Yeah, I’m a crime lord, but considering the fucking curse we can’t get rid of, this is the best option with the lowest possible casualty rate, crime rate, death rate. The vigilantes don’t like a lot of the crime I do allow, and really don’t like that I you know, use lethal force when fucking necessary, but given the givens I’m about as much of a genuine villain as I am an unconventional vigilante in deep cover.”

“We have an agreement. I don’t tend to leave Gotham, definitely don’t without a heads up to the bats. The Bats don’t enter my turf without permission. Unless necessary for a cover, we don’t harm each other. I get to cover all organised crime cases by default, and am obligated to hand a lot of other things, including most rogue encounters even if on my own turf, to the Bats. I get plausible deniability in my operations and won’t be stopped from using what means I deem necessary to take, say, a trafficking ring, down, but have to report in whenever I’m undercover for a case like that just to confirm that I’m alive, I haven’t been compromised, nor have I suddenly turned dark-side rather than mere extremely questionable vigilante.”

“That’s why I report to Batman.”

“Now can I start my actual fucking report? I’ve got to be back upstairs in half an hour to pretend I don’t think treating people like merchandise is horrific and I need time to mentally brace myself for the shitty comments people are gonna be making again.”

#my own writing #my own posts #DC fandom #fanfic #red hood as a benevolent crime lord my beloved

[dancingbabya]

I like the mundane, I realize it more and more considering how scarred I was as a child from the action and war displayed in media. (Both fictional and real) but as I’ve gotten older I don’t care much for the fantastical, I find it appealing and I enjoy it but I’ve been curious about the other side of things.

For example I was talking to my mom. I’m in my mid twenties btw, growing up I watched all the live action x-men movies with my parents. We also watched other super hero shows like justice league, TMNT, TeenTitans, and some stuff like Smallville.

I started thinking: does Superman (Clark Kent) eat or drink certain things just to appear normal? Because as a Kryptonian his senses and abilities are heightened due to our yellow sun, correct? Like his hearing is so strong that he can hear everyone heartbeats, canonically he heard Louis’s death and flew around the world backward to reverse time (this is like the old old movies I forgot when I watched it) just to save her from death.

↑ cause of this example shouldn’t there have been far more consequences in the gander scheme of things in the older shows. I know it’s just a movie, but previously things like the movies information was tied into the shows. Meaning it wouldn’t be too far fetched for the show to present the aftermath of reversing…

That wasn’t the point I’ll go on that tangent another day. If Superman’s senses (the five senses specifically) are heightened wouldn’t that mean all his life he’s tasted food and drinks far different from human?

IMO let me spell this out so I don’t get people yelling at me. In my opinion, I don’t think Clark would drink coffee because he wants to. He’d do it to fit the whole journalist drinking coffee because your up all hours of the night or things like that. Because coffee can be supper bitter if prepared incorrectly, not to mention sometimes when you work in an office you’ll get an asshole who takes the first freshly brewed cup of coffee leaving the rest of the coffee much weaker. (Having working in an office setting this grinded my gears even if my cup of coffee is mostly milk and sugar)

Yes, he could add copious amounts of milk and sugar (mans was raised on a farm so I feel like he’d be very picky about things like that too.) But I feel like he would also as a person who isn’t human wouldn’t be affected by things like alcohol or coffee. Things we consume that can affect our brain would have no affect on his because his body wouldn’t allow for that due to our yellow sun. He’d much prefer to drink and consume things he finds enjoyable. So I think he’d enjoy tea, and he’s never like dicky about it he’s a mild mannered reporter remember? Raised on a farm from infancy to maybe 18 or twenty, no one would think he has an accent because he’s practiced speaking proper since he decided to be a journalist he didn’t want any kind of misunderstandings. Tangent right I’ll go back to my point.

Clark would enjoy tea. But I feel like as someone raised on a farm he would let you know if you make bad tea. He wouldn’t be mean about it either. He’d try to be so kind about it, obviously not everyone is kind when they feel insulted.

That’s not to say he isn’t curious to try other foods and things outside of just America, but I think Clark’s pallet is very southern food centric. So he did have tips or recommendations on cooking when he started living with Louis. I feel like she’d get snippy with him and just tell him to cook in that case and he did. Clark would do all the cooking at home and no one can stop him. In the hustle and bustle of the city life yeah it isn’t easy to cook everyday but he tries his hardest. I personally think he’d have a little balcony garden of fresh herbs or veggies that he can’t seem to find in the city or they just aren’t up to his standards (his parents are absolutely sending him produce in the mail, and he brings come of it back to his apartment when he goes to visit them)

Thank you for listening to my rambling I just thought it was an interesting thing to think about and maybe I’m not following the right people who like superheroes the way I do.

#just rambling #i’m just wondering #superman #dc superman #just talking #feel free to add your own opinions this is just my brain rambling #I’m just really interested in the mundane #superheroes aren’t always doing hero stuff they have day to day

[jadedsnowtiger]

Tim was a mess. It was simply a fact. Inside of that little frame lay the most dangerous mind in the world.

His raw power, the knowledge, skill set, his drive. With one movement, he could take down the entire Justice League. Tim could bring the world to its very knees, with his knowledge of politics.

Hell, Tim might even be the only person who could fix the finances, overthrow corrupt governments and create a new one that works for its people. He had the knowledge of running a military, his leadership skills were unmatched.

So why was the young man so broken? Why was he crying, throwing a fit in the silence of the empty tower? Crumpled up in the middle of the living room, his screaming ringing through the air as he poured out his emotions, banging on the floor below him.

Rachel knew she was walking into someone's personal hell. Every step she took told her to go away, to leave this place. But it was the screaming, that scream of pain, frustration and self hate.

"Tim?" She walked to his side as if to protect him.

"Tim, it's Rachel." She spoke gently, as he hugged himself tighter as he sobbing.

"Did something happen? Are you hurt?" She asked gently, looking him over. He had no injuries, as she petted his hair.

"Tim, please talk to me."

Tim only gasped as he shook his head.

"Was it something in here that set you off?" She looked around the living, nothing was out of the normal.

"Did someone say anything?" Rachel asked gently as she looked for anything to help her, his phone was beside his hand as she took it.

"I am going to look at your phone, Tim." She spoke gently, holding his hand tightly.

Rachel opened the phone seeing the pictures of him and Conner. Unlocking the screen saver a page opened to a website for dresses, as she looked though the page she noticed it was for men, who wanted to wear female clothing.

Oddly this didn't surprise her.

"Is it this website?" She asked gently, as she pet his hair. A small nod was her answer.

"What about it?"

"My fathers voice." He whimpered.

"Bruce?"

"No- the other one." Tim looked down at the floor. "I keep hearing his voice."

"What is he saying to you?"

"The worst." He moaned as he looked up, allowing her to hold him. "His angry voice telling me I am nothing but a fag, that I am nothing."

"You know that's a lie." Rachel spoke softly. "You are Red Robin. My leader, my friend."

Brushing away his tears, Rachel smiled.

"You are Tim Wayne, the coffee addict. The only one who can hack the Bat computer and make it play Hamilton simply out of boredom. One of the only friends I have."

His eyes looked up to hers.

"You know I don't have many." Rachel reminded him gently.

He nodded softly.

"I have something." She smiled, as she quickly thought of something in her closet.

Tim looked surprised at her.

"I trust you. Now trust me?" Rachel asked gently.

Tim surprised her, as he nodded.

Rachel kissed his head, taking his hand tightly in hers before leading him out of the living room.

They walked into her bedroom, as she closed the door behind them.

Rachel's room was her own, a small escape from all the men in the house. It was well known that no one was allowed in here unless she panicked.

"Sit here." Rachel placed Tim on her bed as she walked to the closet as she looked for something.

"I got this thing last month for the anime conversation we all went to." She smiled as she pulled out the dress, shaking it out as she showed him the steampunk dress.

Tims eyes opened wide as he sat on the bed quietly.

"It's green." She blushed showing off the dark green skirt. "It is pretty, but it doesn't fit me right, my chest and hips are too wide."

She looked over to Tim with a smile. "You don't have that issue. Try it on."

Tim looked surprised at her.

"I mean it Tim." She smiled. "Bathroom is right there."

Tim nodded and walked to the bathroom,

The dress had accessories, Rachel smiled, as she got up to her makeup table, as she started to find a few pieces that would work with the dress.

The bathroom door opened with Tim looking down at his feet, in the green dress that hung perfectly to his hip. The corset was undone, as he slowly wobbled to her. She could hear his mind racing, thoughts of panic and fear.

"Look up in the mirror, Tim." Rachel told him gently, as she worked on the ties of the corset. "Tell me what you feel?"

"Pretty."

Rachel was glad she was right behind him, or she would have never heard him.

"You are very pretty." Rachel smiled softly, as she sat him down in her chair. "Would you like some make up?"

Tim nodded as he looked at the brushes, looking unsure.

"This once, let me?" Rachel asked gently. "I'll show you what I know."

"I know how-"

"To hide a bruise, not highlight your baby blue eyes." Rachel smiled, as Tim glowed at the idea. "Let's show the world your eyes."

Tim clapped his hands in excitement, as Rachel reached over for the brushes.

"Do you know why men wear pants?" Rachel asked softly, taking his chin as she started to prime his face.

"No.."

"Battle." Rachel told him. "Wearing a rope on a horse was impossible during a battle. So the clothing was adapted."

"Really?" Tim looked excited.

"Read about it, you can use it to sass anyone who says otherwise." She nodded, as she worked on his eye shadow, trying her hardest not to go too dark. "Common man wore rode, until called to battle where it would be impossible to run and fight in. Pants were associated with being military or men of higher social status.

And then of course: straight, white, Christian man came and set us straight."

"Ah yes." Tim agreed.

"That's why I can't wear pants." Rachel nodded, looking at her torn black skirt. "And." Reaching for the eyeliner she sighed playfully.

"Soon, I'll bleed and be married off."

"To me, right?" Tim reached for her hands.

"Well there is nothing saying an uncle can marry his adopted niece- in some countries, but it's weird." Rachel smiled back. "What about Conner?"

"He will be our husband!" Tim giggled back.

"Poor Gar." Rachel picked up lipstick.

"We don't talk about the house cat." Tim chimed back. "Or, what happened on the weekends."

"Ah." Rachel laughed back. "I get him on the weekends?"

Tim nodded, as Rachel stepped back to admire her work. Tim looked like a doll-his eyes highlighted made them appear bigger, and the red lips looked adorable as they pouted.

"Look at my new doll." Rachel told him, as she stood him up walking to the large mirror.

Tim stood with his eyes closed, his hands in a fist.

"Open sweetie." Rachel asked softly, as she adjusted his skirt. "See the pretty doll I created."

Tim opened his eyes and shook , throwing his hands over his mouth as his eyes watered.

"That's me?"

"That's you." Rachel smiled, as he looked at himself, spinning around in a circle as he giggled at his reflections.

"It's me!" Tim cried overjoyed as he threw his arms around Rachel's neck. "I'm pretty!"

"You're gorgeous." Rachel agreed as she hugged him back tightly.

"Let's be pretty together!"

"Was there a dress code?" Dick looked confused, as Tim walked to the dinner table in his dress floating as he giggled with Conner.

"Accepting hearts only." Rachel smiled, as she set the table. "Tonight is about accepting ourselves."

[squishneedsahero]

Motherly Instinct

Awesomest of Them All 2.0 | One-Shots

Part 8.5 of 13

Word Count: 1541

Batman x Batmom!Reader

You know what the bat family needs? Someone to pull them together and give them all the love they deserve. Who better to do that than you? An author rising to stardom in Gotham who catches the eye of a billionaire with your standoffish attitude at a huge social gathering. You are yourself and never pretend to be more or less than that. Plus you're the most stubborn person in the world, refusing to let good things go without reason.

This is a bonus part that I’ve just thrown in cause I felt like it and I have other ideas for the series <3

Some shit had been going down with the Justice League, you had no idea what exactly it was but you hadn't seen your husband in at least a week. Needless to say you were tired of not seeing him and your two sons. So, you decided to do something about it. Something you hadn't done before now.

You walk down to the cave, after warning Alfred you were leaving, and find the suit Bruce had gotten made for you in case of an emergency. For you this qualified as an emergency. You put the mask over your eyes and prepare to head up to the watchtower. One way or another you're going to drag your family home for some rest.

Bruce didn't trust every member of the League to know who he was even if he trusted them to protect the world. It was a bit paranoid but you'd deal with it and wear the mask if it meant you could drag him home. You step up to the teleport and announce the number you were assigned then step in and when you step out you're in space.

Not exactly in space but being in the watchtower was close enough. You take a look around, seeing no one you recognize you approach someone in a green suit and ask, "excuse me, do you know where I could find Batman?"

"Of course I do beautiful, I'll show you the way," the man says, obviously he's a flirt. "The names Hal by the way, and I can call you?"

You decide to bs something on the spot, and say, "just call me SH/N." From there you follow alongside him as he leads you to wherever it is Bruce is located.

"So, why are you looking for the grumpy bat? You know he's quite boring, I'm sure the two of us could have much more fun."

He clearly has no idea who you are and you can only hope this walk won't be long. You go ahead and have a little fun with your response anyways, "yeah? What makes you so sure about that?"

"Well, he's Batman, all dark and brooding I've never seen the guy smile. Just don't tell him I told you that," Hal responds.

You can't help but laugh, "of course I'd never tell him that."

Hal opens up a door and waves his arm, letting you in. "Hey Bats, this beauty is looking for you, though why she's here to see you I have no idea."

Bruce had been standing there talking with Clark and Diana about something. He doesn't respond in any way to the sight of you besides a slight nod, but you can tell that Hal's flirting has already hit a nerve. You let the slightest smirk cross your lips and you pat Hal's arm saying, "thank you for the help," before walking across the room to your husband.

First thing you do is kiss his cheek and say, "hello love." You tilt your head and cast a side glance at Hal, seeing the color somewhat drain from his face. You wrap your arms around Bruce's neck.

His arms come to rest around your waist as the door closes behind Hal as he leaves. "What are you doing here dear?"

"I haven't seen you in over a week so I'm here to drag you home." You let go of him long enough to take the mask off since it was already bothering you, "also don't kill Hal I think I scared him enough," you laugh.

Bruce sighs, "I can't come home there's... a situation we need to figure out first."

You roll your eyes, "okay, what is the situation because I'm not going home until you and the boys can come home with me." You can tell that Bruce is just goi g to argue so you turn to Diana and ask, "what's going on?"

Diana quickly explains that a clone of Clark, a teenager, had been found and they were trying to figure out what to do with him. The fact that they were still trying to figure it out told you more than enough and you turn to face Clark.

"So, should I ask why it is you aren't taking him in?"

"He was created by Luther and is most likely a threat," Clark states simply.

"So?" You ask. "He's a kid." Clark doesn't have a good answer to that so you turn back and look at Bruce for a moment. "You go get the boys and tell them it's time to go home?"

Bruce agrees to go find Dick and Tim, taking Diana with him and leaving you there with Clark. "Hey, y/n, with Lois and Jon I can't risk their safety by bringing a  strange clone into my house." The large alien tries to defend himself.

"That's not a good enough reason. It's understandable but not a good reason. You're there and can protect your family if anything goes wrong, this boy is a child who was probably raised in a lab. Abandoning him is the stupidest idea I've heard in a long time," you cross your arms.

Somehow Clark found you scarier than Bruce was. No wonder Bruce didn't argue when you told him to go find your kids. He once again doesn't have a good answer. "So, you don't have a good response so that usually means I am right. You should talk to Lois about this before deciding anything but for now I'm going to have the kid come stay with us."

The two of you stand in an awkward silence as you wait for Bruce to come back since you don't know how to get back to where you'd started. When they finally come you put your arms around your boys and press a kiss to the top of each of their heads, "we have one more thing before we can go."

You look at your husband and the boys look between the two of you. You smile at them, "we're going to have someone staying with us for the foreseeable future." They all understand what you're saying and go get the superboy and you take him home to the mansion with you.

Once you're home you send everyone to bed and you take care of the boy. You introduce yourself to him and ask if he has a name.

"A- name?" He asks with a pause, obviously thinking about it.

"It's alright if you don't have one, we can come up with something for you." You offer him a kind smile. "So, here's the deal, I'm going to take you upstairs and give you a room to stay in rather than leaving you down here because my husband is paranoid. You'll get to see who we are and in return you'll eat some food and get some sleep, alright?"

"Okay," he says with a little hesitation before you lead him upstairs. You take him to the kitchen where the two of you get some food, quickly being caught by the rest of your family.

Bruce gives you a look upon seeing that you'd brought him upstairs, which you return but just say, "hello Love, he's going to be staying with us so I brought him upstairs to get some food. I figured he can stay in a spare bedroom because we have plenty of room."

Bruce nods slightly, "alright." He looks between you, Alfred, Dick and Tim before turning back to the boy, "so, I'm afraid I forgot to ask your name," he says, putting up with you and your mom instinct.

You jump in, saving the kid from another awkward answer and say, "we were just thinking about a name he'd like. Maybe all of you could help us come up with some ideas."

Alfred makes sure everyone is fed and you try to make sure the kid feels welcomed. He's a little awkward and doesn't talk much but he's polite, eventually you fin a name he likes, Kon-El, and then if needed he could go by Conner. You make sure that he gets to bed before going to face your husband.

You sit on the bed next to him, and face him, "okay, go ahead, let me hear it for letting him in our house."

He sighs and shakes his head slightly, "it was reckless to just let him in and see who we are." He puts his arms around you and pulls you to him, "I love you, and can't exactly be mad at you for making the call on this one when I've done it the other times." He presses a kiss to your temple, "I trust you and your instincts, so it will be fine no matter what happens."

You lean into his chest and smile softly, "thank you, I love you." You tilt your head to press a kiss to his jaw, "he needs someone to take care of him, I don't care where he came from but I'm going to make sure he has a home."

Bruce presses another kiss to your head and pulls you onto the bed with him, tucking the both of you into the covers and holding you tightly to him as he finally gets some reset.

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[punemy-spotted]

The Price You Pay

Pairing: Mob!Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings: Non-con/Dub-con, mentions of murder, unclear timeline, blackmail, unprotected sex, fingering (F!receiving), smut, esoteric references to past abuse, manipulation, Dark!Fic

Words: 5.2k (holy fuck?)

Summary: You need his help. He names his price.

Notes: This is for @stargazingfangirl18 and her incredible 5K Soft!Dark Challenge and I can't believe I wrote over 5k words for a oneshot, making this the longest piece I've ever written. I took a blend of prompts: Mob!AU; “When I woke up this morning, I certainly didn’t think my day would end like this;” and “That’s a big favor you’re asking for, I think you need to make it worth my while.”

And this was intended to be a oneshot but now I can't stop thinking about it so thanks Siri, I think this is now a part of my WIPs too! Your work is amazing and I had a blast being able to take part in this!

As usual, my work is 18+ ONLY, Minors DO NOT INTERACT

You went to him first.

You went to him, handed them your business card and I want to speak to Steve Rogers.

Honestly they almost threw you out with an extra hole in your head but then the man of the hour walked right in.

So now you’re here. Now you’re here, sitting across a gorgeous dining table with a ten-course meal laid out and honestly you’re surprised they didn’t tie your wrists to the arms of the chair while you watch him eat and take in the look of those baby blue eyes scanning you over.

He even brought you non-alcoholic rosé, when you said you didn’t drink.

So.

So.

You wanted to talk to me?

Yeah, I do. Thought you’d just sit me in your office, have a consultation.

I like breaking bread with new friends. Have a nice dinner, get the wine flowing — of course, that’s not gonna loosen your tongue, but we’ll forgive it.

Oh. Cool, I like being forgiven.

He laughs at that one and the room, strumming with tension, snaps into amusement. So do you, cracking a half smile on dark red lips, before swallowing down the lump of anxiety threatening to break through and destroy everything. You need this. You need this and you can’t let anything — not your nervousness, not your morals, not him — stop you. You need this and it needs to be done and if this is what justice is in this fucking city then so be it.

Well, sweetness, you’ve got my attention. You want to talk business or pleasure?

That one makes you laugh, a little sharp and a little cruel, and the curling smirk on his face gets a little furrowed because he hears it too — pain.

It could be both, you say finally, picking up the glass of rosé-that-wasn’t, if your reputation is as real as they say it is.

He lifts a bite of cheesecake into his mouth and lets it melt on his tongue while he watches you, somewhere between impressed and incensed. You know the look — you saw it the last time he met you in court, but you weren’t there as allies then. Never thought you’d come to me, he admits finally, sounding halfway bemused at the idea, but you’re full of surprises, aren’t you, Counsel?

You wince, or maybe smirk, eyes on the man before you.

It’s a game, a dance, a ruse, and the woman you thought you were thirteen months ago when you put four of Steve Rogers’s best men in jail for fifteen years — fifteen years longer than any District Attorney had ever managed to do before you, and you were just the rookie they handed a shit case to — is leagues different from the woman you are now, seated prim and proper in the lion’s den.

You’re not innocent. That’s not been your game for years — this life doesn’t leave room for innocence, it tears at you, leaves you tired and broken and ill.

Your colleagues learned to fear him a long time ago, the man before you. Captain America, leading the city, the country, the world into a new era of high tech crime all under his thumb. It’s a pretty shiny shield, the one that sits behind him, but mirrors are black on the other side and his soul is dark as coal.

You’re not an angel yourself, and this deal with the Devil isn’t for anyone but you.

I need someone taken care of.

So you come to me? I thought you were a lady of morals, Counsel.

Certain kinds of morals.

You can see him smile, see the way he raises his glass, the glimmer of malice and amusement in his eyes. So tell me. What’s the name?

You give it.

He’s not in the city, your target, but he will be. A Judge, an activist, real tough-on-crime-sweet-on-justice type of shit. You don’t tell him the reasons why, because those are yours, but you tell him the name. You tell him he’s a problem, you tell him he’s dangerous, you tell him you’ll pay to have him taken care of, you tell him you don’t want to practice in front of that black, black robe.

And he smiles like the Devil he is, watches you with a grin and drinks his whiskey in one last shot before slamming it down, Real woman of the law, aren’t you?

You said that when we met the first time.

He’s a hunter, you can see it in his eyes. That lion’s mane might be tamed right now but it won’t be for long and you’re playing with wild animals. The eyes on you are ice and daggers, daring you to do the one thing everyone in the office has been begging you not to do.

(Drop the charges, Rookie, the case is just to get your face in front of the judge.)

You upped the charges.

(Rookie, you don’t know what you’re dealing with, there’s other cases.)

You subpoenaed his phone records.

(Rookie, don’t make me drag you off this case!)

You won.

You had no witnesses and a jury you had to drag in from god-knows-where after you proved, over and over again, that he’d paid off the cohort in the courtroom. Finding people with nothing to lose and a desire to do their civic duty wasn’t harder than you thought — it was exactly as impossible as you expected.

But you did it.

That’s what you do, isn’t it? Push and push and fight, claw your fingers at the ledge and pull yourself up, you pay for your crimes in your blood, sweat and tears you pay for the things you could have done then and didn’tdo.

You pay.

And sometimes, that payment bounces back.

And when it was all said and done, when the closing statements were delivered, when the Jury came back out and the Judge — hands shaking, mouth agape, eyes wide — read out the verdict no one expected, you… didn’t feel any better, did you? There was no justice for you in that room, just the searing glare of ice-blue eyes and the burning of your steel spine.

Real woman of the law, aren’t you?

First words he said to you, while the courtroom emptied out and you stood there, facing the man you’d just made an enemy of with your briefcase in your hand and your eyes aflame.

I did my job.

Did you? Is that what you think your job is?

My job is justice, unflinching and blind, Mr. Rogers. I don’t care how much power you have or how afraid you leave this city, I’m going to do my job.

You could always let justice turn a blind eye.

Yeah. I could, but that wouldn’t make this any fun, would it? Thank you for the win, Mr. Rogers — I’m sure I won’t get many more.

You leave him with a smile on his face and the scent of your perfume in his memories.

He leaves you with the pride of victory in your bones and a reminder that your strife could be worth it.

One day.

How do you plan to fill that pit, the one you tossed the corpses of your old self into? The one you let them claw up out of, to haunt you? Remind you?

You’re digging your own grave and you know it, but you won’t let Steven Grant Rogers be the first one to toss a handful of dirt over your corpse.

But now here you are.

In his dining room, enjoying dessert and some sort of after-meal coffee. In need of him…

This might almost have been a date, if not for the topic of conversation.

So. You want a Judge taken out. What if he’s already on my payroll?

Why would you keep a dead man in your pocket?

You like the sound of his laugh, and you don’t even have the excuse of wine to fall back on when it warms your core. Don’t admit it though, don’t say it aloud, don’t let him get an in. Be smart, cross your legs tighter, keep your eyes on the prize.

You’re so close to the finish line.

That’s a big favor you’re asking for, Counsel, I think you need to make it worth my while.

Worth your while?

I’m not a charity. And since you put the guy I usually use to handle these things behind bars for a few years—

You know I can get him out too.

That’s not payment, that’s putting things right.

You take a drink. Steady on, girl.

I’m leaving the DA’s office.

That stops him.

Oh that stops him good, and he looks fascinated. Interested. You’ve said something he can use as leverage and it’s not just about a job. That smirk on his face is smug and his eyes are darker and he has to know the impact that look has.

Can’t falter, don’t falter, don’t give in.

Am I allowed to ask why?

No.

You’ve done your research. You just don’t know why you’re thinking about it now. Steven Grant Rogers, “Captain America,” leader of a crime family that had too many names to stamp out, bolstered by a mad scientist, a military man through-and-through who turned New York into his own private base against whatever stood against his way.

Get in his good graces and you’re set for life. Get in his good graces and you’re safe, you’re protected, you’re good.

Get on his bad side and you only make that mistake once.

There are no second chances in this game, and here you are, asking for one.

So what? You leave the DA’s office, you leave yourself open to me — you think leaving New York is going to be the thing that stops me, Counsel?

No.

Then what?

Breathe. Steady.

I know you gave me that win on purpose — you could have taken out my last jury cohort. This isn’t about the four men… and you know I’ll get them out. This is something else, but I’m not here to ask about what or why.

He falters just briefly, like he’s surprised you knew, but the crack in his mask smooths itself over as soon as it forms and he’s back to watching you, nodding along in silence while you breathe and watch him and keep talking.

But even then. I got four of your guys in prison. And I know how your organization works — I subpoenaed the documents, remember? Your lawyers are good, but they’re not used to people asking the right questions. You want someone to seal up the cracks you need someone who actually knows what to look for.

You have more than his attention, you have his interest, and now he’s leaning in a little. Imperceptibly, but enough. Scanning over you from across the table, like he’s thinking how you managed to get so impertinent in the face of the likes of him but that’s the thing — when the only thing you have left to lose is your life, you’ll risk everything.

So what are you offering?

Breathe. Don’t. Stammer.

Myself.

The chair scrapes and suddenly there’s the clicking of guns, aimed and ready until his hand rises up and he stops them and he’s stalking towards you.

This is the lion’s den, sweetness.

The stakes are higher and you ought to be braver and he’s got your chin in his hand before you have a chance to react, dragging you to your feet. Do you know what you’re offering me, Counsel? Low and hissed and hungry, like those perfect teeth might be sinking into your throat in the next moment.

Oh, you have no idea.

You get me. On your payroll — you know. The offer you sent me a year ago.

You think it’s still open?

If it wasn’t, you wouldn’t have met with me.

The chuckle in your face makes your cheeks warm and you’re looking more flushed than you would like, the open shoulders of your dress suddenly feeling a lot more like a mistake the more you realize just what kind of meal he might make out of you tonight.

We might need to have a discussion about your workplace duties, Counsel.

You don’t notice the hand near your thigh until it’s too late, sliding up the soft fabric of your skirt until it’s squeezing your ass, until it’s jerking you towards him, until you’re pressed against his chest and the hand on your chin is now hooked around the back of your neck, thumb pushing your jaw until you’re forced to look at him. Won’t lie, when I woke up this morning, I certainly didn’t think my day would end like this, having your pretty little body in my arms,and you can look as indignant as you want but he’s got the upper hand and you only thought you were two steps ahead of him.

You think I haven’t thought about what it’d be like to put you in your place, Counsel? You’ve got a smart mouth — I wanna know what else it can do.

He doesn’t give you a chance to use that mouth to lash at him, lips sliding over yours, swallowing that indignant yelp with a punishing kiss. Nipping at the plushness of your lower lip until you open your mouth and yield to him with a sigh of reluctant surrender, let his tongue slide past that barrier for him to explore. He’s got his fingers wound through your hair, just a little too tight and whether the whimper in your chest is because of the pain or because of the want, he doesn’t care.

Knew you’d be sweet, Counsel… softly, when he pulls back to look at you, take a look at those love-swollen lips and your ruined lipstick, the pretty way you pant at him already, the heat burning your cheeks. Pay no attention to the slick warmth between your thighs, pay no attention to the way he makes you burn already, pay no attention to how your fingers have curled into the lapel of his coat to hold yourself steady, pay no attention to how you suddenly miss the pressure of his lips.

All that smart-talk and now you’re quiet, Counsel? F’I knew it just took a kiss to get you to shut up, I would’ve done that at trial, he’s purring in your ear, soft and sweet and you should push at his chest, so uncurl your fingers girl and push.

I didn’t say I was selling my body, there’s your harshness, and there he is, laughing at you again, the grip on your hair jerking your head back until you’re looking into those dagger-cold eyes again.

You don’t make the rules here, Counsel, I do, and you need me more than I need you. So if you want to make sure your Judge can’t start wreaking havoc on your career… you might want to get used to readjusting it for me. I promise I’ll make you feel nice, if you let me…

And if I don’t?

Then I take what I want and I don’t feel bad for not holding up my end of the bargain. Your choice, Counsel, you cum willingly and I’ll give you everything you want. Don’t, and it’ll hurt you more than it hurts me.

That’s not a threat, that’s a promise, and suddenly you’re more scared than you ever thought you’d be, wondering if you’ll need to sell another part of your soul to take him down after. How much of yourself will you put up as collateral to get justice for the wrongs you were never able to correct?

You’re afraid.

Oh sweetness, you’re afraid.

Here? Now?

No, Counsel, we’re gonna do this right, aren’t we? You wanna be in bed with me, I’ll take you to bed with me. Come on, say it. Say the word.

Say no. Say no, rail and fight, stamp your heels into the expensive leather of his shoes, jam your knee into the sensitive between his legs, scream and yell and tell him you will never let another man take advantage of you again to help you reach your goals. Do it. Do the thing you swore you would do the next time a man like him — men who think they can take anything from anyone, men who think they own the world and the women in it, men who think you aren’t strong enough to fight back — propositioned you just like this.

You’re selling your soul to get rid of a man just like this.

But that’s coiling heat in your core that wasn’t there the last time, was it? That’s want. That’s the realization that you like the way this predatory smile feels, that you like the way this one wants you. You’re not her, not scared and alone and helpless. You could fight back and run and maybe escape if you were lucky.

You could choose.

He’s let go of your hair to stroke your cheek with the backs of his fingers, soft and sweet, You gonna give me an answer, Counsel, or am I gonna have to take it?

Say something. Say no. Scream. Say no say no say no say— Yes.

It’s a whisper. A desperate, soft whisper. A helpless, lonely whisper. It’s enough.

He sweeps you around until you’re pressed with your back against his unyielding chest, feeling him flex with every movement, broad arm wrapped around your shoulders from the front. All of you are dismissed, and that’s when you remember there were others in the room with you. Others who just watched you concede to becoming Captain America’s newest plaything and the burn on your cheeks is more shame than lust. You pull at his arm briefly, futilely, earning a tighter hold for your efforts and a whispered don’t make me choke you, before you are half-walked, half-dragged out of the dining room.

The walk to his room is slow and agonizing as you’re pulled along, barely struggling but barely helping at the same time, tears sliding down your cheeks as you come to terms with what’s going to happen next — no one is going to save you tonight, no one’s going to interrupt and drag you out, this is your job and this is your place and here you are.

No one speaks. There’s no sound but the steady tap of your heels and his shoes on fine marble. Even your sobs are silent, even your breathing is muffled, until the stairs are traversed and the faintest click of a lock turning opens the door to the rest of your life.

You made a deal.

Time to pay.

Sit on the bed.

You move as if in a trance, and he watches your face, the hint of waterproof mascara failing to do its job, the smudged ruby red of your lipstick. Don’t give me that look, you knew what you were signing up for when you walked into this house, Counsel.

His hands are gentler than you’d expect, when he wipes away the streaks your tears leave down your pretty cheeks, coaxing you to look up at him, We’ll set ground rules later. Tonight? I wanna see if I can get that mouth of yours to beg for me.

It won’t, you snap without thinking, knifeblade sharp and cruel, ready for a fight again. He promised you that once, in a hiss you thought you’d misheard but no, you heard him just fine and now if he thinks he can quench your fire and have you pleading just because you sold your body for the prospect of revenge then he’s wrong.

Thing is, he laughs like that’s a challenge, and the hand holding your chin so gently is wrapped around your throat before you know it, silencing your voice with just the right application of pressure. I can do this all night, Counsel. Do you think you can last that long?

Fear. Anger. Indignation. You are fury made flesh and he is manipulating you with just the barest press of his palm and sliding over you, until you’re laid out there on soft sheets and he’s looming over you, splaying that big hand out and sliding it down your throat, over your chest, feeling the ruching of the fabric under his palm. You wrapped yourself up like a present for me, didn’t you sweetness?

The change in nickname isn’t lost on you but here you are, glaring up at him while he smiles so beatifically it leaves your blood boiling and your skin steadily warming. The rise and fall of your chest is hypnotic, every angry breath a swear you don’t utter, every inhale your protests dying in your throat. What can you say, what would you say, right now? There’s nothing that can change the way he looks at you, or the way his eyes flicker from ice to blue fire the more he takes stock of the pretty little thing he’s about to start sharing his bed with.

Fuck, you’re beautiful, that one shocks you, but not as much as the sudden rush of cold air when he tears the emerald green fabric of your dress down and reveals the soft swells of your breasts, nipples peaked from the sudden cold.

You don’t get much time to gasp, just something soft and strangled before he turns your voice to whimpers, wrapping lips around that pebbled tip and laving his tongue over sensitive flesh. Where are your words now, Counsel, while he threatens the softness of your chest with the scrape of his teeth, when he slides his hands over the round curve of your thighs and parts your legs so he can press himself between them, so he can press himselfagainst you? Where is the knife-dagger of your wit to protest each soft, suckling kiss to your skin, each press of his fingers like he could just squeeze his ownership of you into the plushness of your hips, into the sweet swell of your ass? What do you say to the dirty little thrust of his hips as he bucks with his own burning need, reminding you just how much this is for hispleasure as he will make it for yours.

You would, could, should push him off and instead what are you doing? Curling your fingers into the silk-smooth of his comforter, desperate to writhe out of your own skin away from the burning pressure between your thighs, the foreign, unfamiliar heat you suddenly feel like you might be craving.

Anyone ever touch you like this before me, Counsel?Warm breath splays across your skin when he questions you, eyes fixed on yours and he waits. Answer him, answer him, tell him he’s nothing, tell him you’ve had better, lie and destroy that ego, lie lie lie lie—

Nnnh—no.

He looks like you’ve just told him the best news of his life, eyes wide and blown with lust, Oh is that right? You’re saying no one’s ever touched you this good? Or just no one’s ever touched you at all?

You don’t have to answer. The furious blush on your cheeks? The way your eyes slide away from his? The way you writhe, trying to press your thighs together to relieve the pressure and finding the effort futile? If the man’s grin could get any wider, it would, right now. Oh sweetness, we’re going to have so much fun exploring your body together…

He pulls back just enough to take a look at you, already flushed and writhing and overwhelmed and if he could take a picture of this right now he would. He’ll save that for later though. Tonight? Tonight is just the two of you, and his hands are back to your skirt, pushing the tight fabric up over your round hips and revealing the lace of your panties… just before he rips them off, to the sound of your indignant yelp Steve!

You’re going to call me Captain, sweetness, we’re not close enough to use my name just yet.

No. No you’re not, and he’s not sure you’ll ever be — he rather likes the idea of hearing you whimper out his title when he gets you desperate and wanting.

He touches, slow and steady, watching you try to jerk away and tutting at you when you do, fingers at your delicate nerves like an assault on your pleasure. Bite your lip, bite back the moans, whine at him like he’s wounded you, You’re so wet, sweetness, you’re so desperate for me aren’t you, as he palms his cock to relieve the pressure on himself. You’re going to beg before he does and he’s patient, he’ll last the night.

St-stop it, it’s too— he shushes you ahtahtaht and rests his free hand on your mound, holding you down so his probing, inspecting fingers can take stock of the velveteen plushness of your delicate cunt. It’s too much, too much and you want to scream the moment he presses one finger into you, already overwhelmed, already so tightly wound the barest touches are unraveling you steadily.

You’re such a pretty thing, all desperate and needy, sweetness. You wanna cum already, don’t you? So busy, never gave anyone the chance to fuck that stuck-up bitch right out of you, did they? It’s almost pitying, isn’t it, the way he talks, hums at you while you’re reduced to a whining, whimpering mess so soon, so desperate for the release he’s on the edge of denying you, feeling you flexing around his finger and then the second leaping jolt of your body when another joins the inspection. Taking careful stock of the pretty cunt he owns now, and he’s careful to curl his fingers just right as he seeks the spot to hammer just to get you to scream.

You don’t, not yet, but that’s okay too, because he sees the way you take desperate hold of the sheets, the way your eyes roll backwards just slightly, the way you strain against his heavy hand to arch your back. Gotta tell you, sweetness, I imagined you under me a thousand and one ways but this one, right now? Tops the list. You ready to beg for me?

Do it. Do it and end your pleasurable torment. Do it and be released from the pressure, the coiling want. Surrender to him. Let him have you.

The white hot rush of your orgasm is not unexpected to him, his curling, cruel fingers having found the sweetness of your g-spot, but — you, too busy climbing the ranks to think of your own pleasure, too busy demanding your due from an unjust world explore your own warmth beyond that of a memory of a college hookup you would rather forget — you left breathless and wanton in the heat of the explosion he draws out of you, mewling something desperate and pleading against your own will and the song of it fills his ears like it’s all he’s ever wanted. There it is, and I thought we’d be here all night. A thumb flickers over the nerves at your entrance and you practically jump, something between a yelp and a moan escaping your lips.

First one’s just a treat, sweetness. Now on, you cum when I say you do, understand?

You nod.

Oh you nod, and you are lost, here and now. Sensitive and broken and there is so little of that steel spine here, writhing in his sheets and ohyou don’t know the things you do to him.

Think you can go again, sweetness? He’s purring, smug, twisting fingers stretching you slowly, muttering under his breath about how fucking tight you are around his fingers, how good you’re going to feel for him, and the smugness on his face is slowly fading into a dark consternation, brows furrowed like he’s somehow angry at you for being plush and delicate and fuckable.

You’re almost begging him to stop, and yet the pressure is building again, the twisting, coiling heat that leaves you breathless and mewling and he looks like he might be trying to immortalize this moment forever. Say it, sweetness. Say you need me. Beg me for my cock.

That’s it.

That’s what you need to, you need to beg, you need to give in. No more fighting, no more arguing no more —

Please…

Please what, sweetness, come on now. You got a way with words. The snarl is so barely contained.

Please, Captain, please just…

What do you need, sweetness? The fingers are relentless, the buzz in your nerves is overwhelming, you can barely even hear yourself talk, much less him.

Please just fuck me, Captain, I need your cock! It’s hurried and it’s crude and it’s desperate and it’s exactly what he wants as just another wall crumbles and you fall off your pedestal right into his arms.

He’s barely able to resist the buck of his hips, the need to be inside you, the knowledge that you are soft and velvet and you could be all over his senses just like this.

When did he free his cock? You don’t know, you just know it’s practically salvation when he sinks into you, when he fills you like you’ve been desperate for and Oh sweetness…pours from his lips just as you hiss out something like praise right back at him.

You’re so full and he’s so gentle, at first, like you’re made of crystal in his arms, like the slow shifting of his hips might have you shattering underneath him if he’s not careful. Cradling you, even, sliding your legs around his narrow hips as he leans in and takes a hungry kiss from your wanting, whimpering mouth.

Love this look on you, all wrapped around me, whispered low and slow into your ear, sweetness you have no idea how good you look…

Melt into those compliments, melt into him, because the way he’s holding you is divine and you can feel him so deep in you it’s making your head spin. When did your arms end up around him? When did you start clinging to him like an anchor, start winding your fingers through his hair, start leaving the marks of your nails on his back to the sound of his own needy groaning?

He noses your cheek and leaves a mark of ownership on your neck with hungry lips, knowing you’ll bruise a beautiful flower right over your pulsebeat and continuing the steady assault on your nerves, cunt-first.

Harder. Faster. More.

And oh, sweetness, you do shatter.

You shatter all around him, you shatter into something divine and rapturous, full of him and filled with him and he cums so deep inside you as you do, still fucking you through your joined climax, hips rutting and breath hitching and nearly furious at you for the way his vision whites out too, the way he feels like he can Never get enough and so he hisses that at you like an accusation while his thoughts reorient back to reality, back to smugness, back to the control you took from him while he tried to strip you of yours.

In the end, as he pulls away from you and sinks to the side of you, watching your sweet expression as you return to the reality of your new situation, he is satisfied… thoroughly.

Oh yeah, I think we can make this a working relationship, Counsel.

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Jason Todd x afab!Reader Word Count: 537 Warnings: Reader is a therapist, a smidge of angst, oh and smut Minors DNI. I will punt you into the sun please and thank you. A/N: Well....it’s finally here. this is my very first attempt at smut and I do accept all criticism. Someone suggested that I write about a character I liked so here we are. I am open to all suggestions and criticism, please give me your thoughts on this one!

You look up from your place in your book when you hear keys being dropped in the bowl by your door. Throwing your book down on the bed you race to the main room and break out into a huge grin when you see your husband. You race up to give him a hug and grasp his face in your hands to check it for injuries. He looks at you with a tired admiration. “Can I get you anything?” You whisper, your eyes roaming over his hunched frame. “Just your love, doll.” He responds. You giggle softly. “How was it?” You question softly. “Not fun. Bruce sucks as per usual, a couple of people on the other side died,” you frown at that, “but we completed it and don’t have to go on another mission for about a month.” You nod sympathetically at him. “How are you feeling about the whole thing? Anything you want to talk about?” He levels a glare at you but you fail to see it, continuing. “It’s unhealthy to keep your emotions about these things bottled inside and my honest opinion is seeing a random Justice League recommended psychiatrist will just do more damage.” He sighs and you look up from your questioning. “Please, sweetheart, save the therapising for your patients. I’m just glad to be home.” You tilt your head in regret at him as he pushes past you and into the bathroom. You hear the shower turn on and you flit around the kitchen, trying to clean up the already spotless space. You walk into your bedroom and make the bed, placing your earlier discarded book on your bedside table. You sit down on the edge of your bed and stare off in thought for a second, regretting your words. You ponder for a few seconds before hitting your knees and standing up. You remove your pajamas on your way to the bathroom, stepping through the door frame naked. You make your way to the shower curtain, throwing it open and stepping in.

 You snake your arms around Jason’s waist. The only acknowledgement you get from him is a hand atop yours. “I’m sorry for pushing you, you're right. You're not one of my clients, you’re my husband.” He turns around at the statement and tilts his head at you with a smirk. He brings you in close, tilting your head up to his face. “I appreciate that.” You smile back at him as he brings his lips to yours. You move your hands from his waist and wrap them around his neck, deepening the kiss. He moves his head back and begins to kiss down your neck, his arms trapping you in a vice. Your hand rakes down his shoulder, leaving marks in its wake. He lifts you into his arms and backs you against the wall. He kisses down your navel, making his way to the place your legs meet. As he attaches his mouth to you, flattening his tongue to lick, suck, and kiss against you. You gasp out crying, “Oh God, I’m so glad you’re home.” You toss your head back against the shower wall, watching the steam move around the room until you're seeing stars.

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[bigskydreaming]

Tbh, that last reblog about “woman compulsively overshares but somehow people still don’t know anything about her” actually sums up Dick Grayson very well IMO.

Because its one of the easiest and most subtle ways for people to keep secrets:

Convince people you HAVE no secrets or the capacity to keep them.

I can readily see Dick as someone who habitually almost overwhelms people with random information about himself, his day, his past, in such a way that they almost start to tune him out when he launches into some random anecdote......while most people aren’t likely to think too much about the fact that still the only information actually being shared is information Dick is WILLING to share.

And when you freely volunteer information that you can’t see as possible to use against you or have no reason to protect or not give up, but as much to use it as a smokescreen as because of any real reason to share it....you retain full control of what information you do and DON’T share, and its kinda a preemptive defense. If Dick’s always freely volunteering information about himself or his life without anyone even having to ask.....most people aren’t likely to ever realize that its equally true that they’re never really even getting the CHANCE to ask SPECIFIC questions in search of specific answers.

Even someone actively looking to use Dick as an information source or think he has some info they want to get out of him, like, upon seeing how freely and casually he talks about himself....is likely to be more inclined to sit back and wait, erring on the side of doing nothing to reveal any particular interest they might have in learning any specific information from Dick....instead banking on the fact that with this guy running his mouth as freely as he does, all they really have to do is wait and he’ll lead them close to what they’re trying to learn and they can just hone in from there all without ever revealing their hand.

Meanwhile, Dick’s just leading them on a merry conversational chase that isn’t likely to ever get anywhere NEAR any kind of actual sensitive information, because just because he gives off the IMPRESSION that there’s no subject he won’t talk about or keep hidden, he never at any point is actually oblivious to what he’s divulging and is really just keeping up a steady patter of seemingly innocuous conversation that’s actually intended as a never-ending maze of conversational red herrings. Keeping people eternally on the hook and thinking they’re about to hear some juicy intel but always skipping juuuuust shy of giving anyone anything Dick doesn’t actually want them to know.

Its the feint within a feint idea. Even the most secretive people have varying DEGREES of secrets. Even the most guarded individuals have layers of things they consider to be greater vulnerabilities than other lesser ones.

Someone like Dick, I imagine, might be likely to view even varying levels of conversation as something like a chess match. Where the goal isn’t necessarily to keep someone from ever learning ANYTHING about him, but rather just to keep them from realizing they’re only ever earning exactly what he wants them to know and not a thing more. 

The goal isn’t to ‘win,’ but rather to just ensure that one’s conversational opponent never actually realizes they’ve ‘lost’.....even if sometimes the best way to do that, from Dick’s POV, is to offer up a sacrificial pawn, let them have an ACTUAL secret of his, or learn of an ACTUAL vulnerability he’d rather not disclose....but that BY disclosing or giving up.....he’s able to steer them away from his greater secrets or vulnerabilities. As instead they leave the conversation thinking they’ve ferreted out what it is they were there to learn or get out of him, while in reality he only put up just enough of a ‘fight’ or ‘chase’ to sell them on the idea that they accomplished something he didn’t want them to, or they pulled one over on HIM, learned something he didn’t want them to....and in doing so, allows them to ‘walk away’ with a sense of accomplishment, their goal already succeeded at, all without realizing that there was a much greater treasure trove of secrets or vulnerabilities that still lay ahead....with its greatest protection being that people think they’ve already found all there is to find and thus turn back before ever looking deeper just in case there might be more.

Essentially....its just another version of the Brucie act. Keeping people from investigating the deepest parts of a person by leading them to believe they just have very little depth to begin with.

But while Bruce’s version of this tactic is to shroud himself with the illusion of being a very shallow body of water, with so little depth you can see all the way to the bottom just from the surface, and thus turn away because you’re convinced there’s literally nothing TO see there, because if so you’d already have been able to see it with a glance.....the ultimate bluff....

Dick’s version of this tactic is to hide his secrets in a maze that people never realize is a maze, because he presents himself as more than willing, even eager, to act as a tour guide and show them around the place himself, take them right to whatever it is they want to know.....but all while steering them down a self-chosen path that keeps clear of all the more intricate and better-defended parts of the maze.

And so ensures the people ‘exploring it’ never actually get a clear view of how much bigger and more complex it is than they’re even being ALLOWED to notice.....the ultimate misdirection.

I think it fits both their overall personalities and even is reflected in their combat styles too.

Bruce is of course a master of misdirection himself, but his approach tends to be more brazen. He bulldozes through expectations and hides his true motivations or thoughts or feelings beneath the cover of the massive, distracting debris he throws up wildly in his wake, everyone too busy gawking at the DISPLAY he’s given them to witness and speculate and gossip about, to realize that it was all just a carefully constructed diversion meant to keep people too occupied to notice the real work going on just down the street.

Whereas Dick learned both from Bruce teaching him how to hide his secrets and keep things like his identity well guarded, and from watching Bruce put his teachings into action himself at gala after gala and even when interacting with his peers in the Justice League at times....

But just as with his combat style and Robin and Nightwing personas, Dick also flavored his own approach to misdirection by pulling from his origins and utilizing a more performative technique that isn’t as much aimed at crafting an immersive ILLUSION for his true thoughts or motivations to hide behind, but rather is aimed at crafting a more interactive SHOW, complete with audience participation, to put on as a cover for his true thoughts and motivations....where just like a performer calls on spectators to participate and thus help demonstrate how ‘real’ the performance actually is.....the true obfuscation lies in how the performer never actually loses control of the narrative he’s constructed in such a way as to build towards an inevitable ‘big finish’ even while allowing and ASKING for total strangers to play a part along the way.

Its an interesting dichotomy to me, how Dick and Bruce can be so similar even in their guardedness, but still distinct when you hone in on things like the nuts and bolts of how they go ABOUT guarding their most secret selves.

[ragingbookdragon]

Batsis & Green Lantern, Sittin' In A Tree. K-I-S-S-I-N--Wait, Is That Our Sister? PT. 1

Kyle Rayner x Batsis One-Shot

Word Count: 4K Warnings: Explicit Language

Author's Note: Aye, looks who's back at it again with a fic like this! IT'S ME! Enjoy! -Thorne

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The creature was coming at him a lot faster than he’d thought it was, and he barely had enough time to form a wall before it slammed into him. Even then, the force of it hitting the green construct sent him back a hundred feet and into the side of an abandoned skyscraper.

Pain wasn’t really felt when in the suit, but man, it still threw him for a loop and he groaned as he picked himself up off the ground, shoving glass and concrete away from his body. He could hear the rest of the Justice League fighting outside and as he started back towards the hole his body had made, the creature came in.

And this time, he didn’t have any to react, and the glowing magenta beast was coming right at him—fast. He lifted his arms and started to will a construction when a low sound came from his hand and with wide eyes, he watched the glowing neon green ring faded dull.

“Shi—”

His suit faded instantaneously and the next thing he knew, he was being shoved into the wall. It cracked under the pressure and his skull felt as though it’d been split when it connected with the concrete. The creature’s giant clawed hands wrapped around his throat, starting to choke the life out of him and he scratched at the magenta skin, to no avail.

“He—lp!” he gasped. “Som—on—e hel—p!”

Black started to edge from the corners of his vision and a haze began to settle over his brain as his lungs stopped receiving air.

I don’t wanna die. I don’t wanna die like this. Someone, anyone, help!

Something cold splattered across his face, and suddenly the steel grip around his throat went slack. The weight of the creature fell away from him and he dropped to his knees and collapsed onto his back, gasping in lungfuls of air to his deprived organs.

When his head stopped spinning, and he found the strength to move, he rolled onto his side and immediately, he recoiled with a shout of fear. The creature’s big ugly head had been decapitated and was leaking a fluorescent blue blood—that’s probably what splattered on his face and he reached up, wiping a hand across his skin. He pulled his hand away and there was the neon ichor painting his palm.

“You’re weak, Rayner,” a voice commented disapprovingly.

He craned his neck up to see a woman who looked about his age wiping the neon blood from a silver sword before she sheathed it on her back, her white slit eyes finding his.

“You almost died because your ring ran out of power.”

Kyle huffed and unsteadily stretched his legs. “Who the hell are you?”

“I’m the woman that saved your life.” Her eyes narrowed. “You’re welcome by the way.”

“Thank you,” he said, casting one last look at the creature before looking back at her. “So, who are you again? You obviously know me?” he took a moment to examine her suit. It was black, with silver stripes and in the middle of her chest was a silver symbol, that of a Greek helmet. But what got Kyle was the bat wings that outstretched from the sides of the helm.

“Are you apart of Batman’s troupe?”

She grunted and tapped at the glowing screen on her wrist. “Yeah. Name’s Silver Sentinel.”

“Oh, I know who you are!” he grinned. “You’re Dick and Jason’s sister!”

“Yes, please, tell the world who my younger brothers are.”

Kyle’s face heated and he glanced down at his hands. “Sorry.”

She tapped a button and waited, then a voice came over the comm link.

Talk.

Her eyes found Kyle’s and she replied, “Rescued your Green Lantern about two klicks from your position.” A sneer came over her lip. “Fool let his ring run out of power.”

He stared at his hands as embarrassment crawled across his skin, flushing from his neck up to his cheeks.

Hmm. Can you get him back to New York?

“I could be persuaded.”

Sentinel.

She rolled her eyes. “Alright, whatever. I’ll take him back to NY.” Walking over to the hole in the wall, she saw a beam of light. “Need a hand down there?”

Negative. We’ve got it under control.

“Ten-four. Silver Sentinel out.” The line went dead, and she looked down at Kyle. “Well, are you going to keep sitting there on your ass or are you gonna get up?”

He scrambled to his feet, an apology rolling off his tongue. “Sorry.”

She merely grunted in return and started off towards the exit, him following rather quickly. As they got to the entrance to the floor, she walked over to the elevator and pried it open, and Kyle had to fight to not be impressed by her sheer strength. She placed some type of device between the open doors and clicked a button, and it spread, keeping them apart.

Next, she pulled out what looked like one of the grapple guns Kyle had seen her family carrying around, and pointed it at the ceiling of the elevator, pulling the trigger. It hit the top with a clink, and she gave it an experimental tug before looking over at him.

“Come here,” she commanded, and Kyle blinked as something tight shot through his gut at the tone she carried—one of force and complete authority. Something told him that she was the type of woman who did what she wanted and expected people to fall in line behind her or else. He wasn’t sure if he should’ve been aroused or terrified, but it was probably a mix of both as he walked over.

She curled an arm around his waist and tugged his body up against hers. “Put one of your arms around my shoulder, the other around my body.”

“I—uh—I don’t feel comfor—” Kyle stuttered as his cheeks turned scarlet and she glared at him.

“We’re not going to dry hump in the elevator like horny teenagers, Rayner.” She pulled them nose to nose and he tried not to wince as the black nose of the cowl pushed into his skin. “If you’d rather us grapple down the side of the building where everyone can see, then let’s go.”

He swallowed thickly and did as she’d said a moment earlier, putting one of his arms around her shoulder, the other wrapping snug around her back. “N-no. We can do this,” he agreed, and she grunted.

“Listen carefully, this is going to be scary because you’re not used to it, but the second our feet come off this floor, don’t panic. I’ve got you and I’m not going to drop you.”

Though her voice was harsh, he could feel the security. “And the claw holding us up?”

“Has a gripping force of two tons.” She looked at him and inched towards the opening. “We’ll be fine.”

Kyle stepped over and looked down into the cold and dark shaft, immediately feeling his heart-rate pick up and she sighed when she heard the sharp intake of breath.

“You’re such a baby,” she scowled and pulled them into the shaft. His arms tighten instantaneously and even his legs tightened around hers. “Gonna try and climb me, Rayner?” she teased.

“Shut up,” he hissed and buried his face in her shoulder pad. “Just hurry and get us down.”

She snorted and clicked a button, allowing them to descend at a faster pace than he would’ve liked. “I thought Green Lanterns were supposed to be fearless?”

“Usually when I’m somewhere I could fall to my death, I’m powered up.” He retorted, still burrowed in her shoulder. “This is a little different.”

“Relax, Rayner. I’ve got you.”

Kyle pulled his face away from her armor and stared at her, though all he could make out was the white slits. “How are you this strong? I know I weigh at least one-eighty.”

She grunted. “Yeah, I can tell.”

He blinked. “Are you calling me fat? That sounds like you’re calling me fat.”

“Your muscle mass could be better.”

“That wasn’t a no,” he griped and when she chuckled, it sent shivers down his spine.

“To answer your earlier question—”

“The one where you called me fat?” he interrupted, and she scowled at him.

“The one about how strong I am. I work out daily, Rayner, and I can lift a lot more than my weight.”

“How heavy—” he chuckled nervously when she glared at him. “I’m not gonna finish that question.”

“Good idea, Rayner. Might save you from being dropped.”

“Hardy-har-har. You’re hilarious,” he retorted, and suddenly his feet his something hard. He looked down and saw the elevator, and she shoved him back from her, clicking the button on the grapple gun.

It recoiled in a matter of seconds and she tapped a button on the side of her cowl as she stowed the gun, then she moved to the corner of the elevator and brought her foot down as hard as she could. Kyle winced when the hatch gave way and he wondered how powerful she was to kick through a metal latch in one hit.

She looked at him. “Come on. I’ll call the Batplane when we get outside.”

“I thought only Batman was allowed to do that?” he asked, and she scoffed.

“Let’s just say I’m the one who’s allowed to do whatever she wants, and things don’t get fucked up.” She disappeared down the hatch and a moment later, he heard the elevator doors being pried open. “Are you coming, Rayner? I’d be more than happy to leave you here without a ride home.”

Kyle hurried and squeezed down the hatch, grunting when his tennis shoes hit the floor. The elevator rocked and creaked and she made a noise that sounded a lot like the one Batman made when he was annoyed.

“Hurry up and get through the doors.”

He ducked under her arms and out onto the floor and she followed, letting the thick metal doors slam behind her. She strode ahead and tapped at her screen.

“Alfred, are you there?”

A moment later, an older voice came over the line.

Yes Miss Wayne. How can I assist you this evening?

“I need the Batplane at my position. Could you send it?”

At once.

“Thanks Alfie.”

Of course, Miss Wayne.

As they waited in the lobby of the skyscraper, she murmured, “If you’re not going to ask whatever you’re thinking about asking me. Stop thinking. It’s annoying.”

Kyle blinked. “How’d you—”

“Oh please.” she rolled her eyes. “You’ve opened and shut your mouth eight times in the last two minutes.” She gazed at him. “Just ask.”

“You’re really Bruce Wayne’s daughter? (Y/N) Wayne?”

“I am.” (Y/N) replied. “Why?”

He shrugged. “I dunno…it’s just kinda hard to believe that a famous model doubles as a vigilante at night.”

“Why’s that so shocking? My dad’s a multi-billionaire playboy by day and Batman by night. Are you telling me a woman can’t do it too?”

Kyle’s green eyes widened, and he shook his head. “What? No! That’s not what I meant! I just meant that with back-to-back photo shoots, it must be hard to make time to do all this.”

(Y/N) hummed, turning her gaze to the street, a blur of red went by and she knew it was Barry Allen. “I run on my own schedule, Rayner, not anyone else’s.”

“Wow, you really are the woman in charge, aren’t you?” he remarked.

And she turned her eyes onto him again, this time narrowed in amusement as she teased, “Trying to see if you can find out what it’s like to be in charge for the night?”

Kyle’s mouth opened and snapped shut. “I don’t know what you mean,” he said, swallowing nervously.

She crossed over to him in one step, getting up in his personal space again as she cooed, “Oh, you don’t?” he nodded and she reached up, trailing her silver armored fingers up the front of his white shirt and he was incapable of fighting how his muscles twitched at the pressure.

“I think you do,” she flirted. “Come on, Rayner. Don’t you wanna see what it’s like when you’re the man in charge? How much fun it can be to take all that control?” (Y/N) leaned close, her face barely an inch from his. “To be the one who holds all that power over a woman?”

He couldn’t breathe. His head was swimming with R-rated thoughts that if she really were a mind reader, she’d probably break his jaw, but all he knew was that his mind was so far into the gutter it wasn’t funny, and he swore she could hear his heart pounding.

She pulled away. “You should break out on your own instead of working for a design company. Then you’d have better control over your own schedule.”

Kyle blinked, stunned silent, then he said, “Wait, what?”

(Y/N) cocked her head to the side. “What?”

“What was,” he gestured wildly. “All that just now?”

Placing a hand on her hip, she asked, “I don’t understand what you’re talking about, Rayner. All I said was that you should get on your own.”

A deafening sound shook the floor and Kyle stared at the black plane settling down in the middle of the street. (Y/N) walked out the doors and to it as if it just hadn’t pulled a “J-turn” at twelve G’s.

“Let’s go, Rayner. I’ve got better things to do than babysit you,” she called, and he ran after her. She helped him climb into it, then scowled. “Move over. You’re in my spot.”

He shimmied in the tight space to the other seat and strapped in, watching curiously as she tapped at the buttons and flipped switches before grabbing hold of the steering device.

Kyle snorted. “It’s even shaped like a bat.”

(Y/N) huffed. “Yeah, that’s how we do things in our family.” She tapped at the screen. “Batman, this is Silver Sentinel. Come in.”

Read you loud and clear, Sentinel.

“Green Lantern and I are in route to New York.” She paused and directed her gaze to the screen, watching red dots surround a group of blue ones. “You’ve got enemies incoming. Do you want backup?”

Negative. You and Green Lantern get back to New York. We can handle this.

For once that night, Kyle watched as concern crossed (Y/N)’s face and she replied, “Dad, I think—”

I gave you an order, Sentinel.

(Y/N) glared and looked at Kyle and he about shrunk in his seat form the withering stare; she tossed him a helmet and ordered, “Put that on and don’t puke in it.”

“Don’t what?” he inquired as he put it on and the only answer he got was the sudden kick of the engines and he was pulled back in his seat. “Holy shit,” he whispered breathlessly as the Batwing took a U-turn in the air and headed off towards the fight.

Sentinel, we’re fine.

“With all due respect, sir, I don’t believe that,” (Y/N) retorted and in a matter of moments they were flying over the rest of the Justice League. She tapped at the screen. “You’ve got incoming hostiles from the north, east, and west.” (Y/N) flipped a few switches above her then pressed a button on the steering wheel. “Heatseekers and nanite missiles deployed.”

Kyle watched her go between the screen and the switches. “Hostiles in the east and west quadrants have been eliminated.”

What can you tell me about the north?

“You’ve got multiple hostiles coming in. Got a big guy too. Got any tips?”

They’re vulnerable to sound waves. Take him out and we’ll do the rest.

“Ten-four. Happy hunting.”

(Y/N) turned the steering wheel and directed the Batplane towards the north part of the fight, grinning when the giant creature came into view, while Kyle looked like he was going to crap himself.

“Merry Christmas, ugly. Kiss my ass,” she quipped and pressed a button, and a black tube the size of a fire hydrant shot to the ground, and with a thunk, sunk in.

“What’s that supposed to do?” Kyle asked and she grinned.

“Watch and learn.”

The device popped up, blue and armed and she hit the screen. Immediately the windows of every building and car in the mile radius shattered and to his amazement, Kyle watched the creatures screech and grab at their heads before they exploded into piles of neon blue goo.

His jaw dropped. “Holy shit. That was cool.”

(Y/N) smirked and checked the map once more. No more hostiles inbound and she hit the comm link again. “Justice League you are all clear. I repeat, Justice League you are all clear.”

Good work, Sentinel. Now do as I told you and take Green Lantern back to New York.

“Is nothing I do good enough for you, father?” she griped, though Kyle could see the humor in her eyes.

Get off the comm link.

“Make me.”

Sentinel. Get. Off.

“Fine, fine. I love you too.” (Y/N) pushed at the screen once more then reclined in her seat, shutting her eyes.

“Don’t you have to fly this thing?” Kyle asked as the engines picked up again.

“Nah. It’s got autopilot.”

“I gotta get me one of these,” he whispered, and she reached over him, pulling out something from a drawer. (Y/N) opened a snack bag and popped a cookie into her mouth.

“You could probably construct one with your ring,” she offered, then held out the bag.

He took one with a ‘thank you’, then said, “Yeah but there’s nothing like owning the real thing.”

“HA! Give my dad a couple million dollars and he might be willing to part with one.”

“And on that note, I’ll stick to constructs,” he chuckled, and the rest of their flight was filled with easy banter, where (Y/N) found herself teasing Kyle a lot more than he was comfortable with—only because he found himself lacking a comeback for every remark she gave him.

***

“You really gotta get a new apartment. This place is way too small for a grown man,” she commented, and he snorted, picking up a pair of shoes that were laying haphazardly on the floor.

“I’m not exactly on the billionaire’s credit card, (Y/N). I live on minimum wage and whatever I can get out of commissions.”

She observed Kyle as he recharged his ring and when he was finished, she asked, “How much do you charge for commissions?”

He blinked and looked up at her. “Oh, well it depends on what the commissioner wants me to do.”

“Give me a price range.”

“Uh…between eighty and two hundred. That’s usually what I charge.”

(Y/N) thought for a moment. “Mind showing me some of your best works? I’ve been thinking about hiring a graphic artist for a new project I’m working on.”

Kyle felt a giddy feeling rise in his chest and he practically tripped over himself to his desk to grab his sketchbook. His cheeks were warm when she giggled and took it from him, flipping through it in silence. And that wracked his nerves because without the cowl on, he could see just how scrutinizing her gaze was.

After a moment she passed it back to him and when she didn’t say anything, merely frowned, he couldn’t help but deflate a bit. “I guess it’s not what you’re looking for, huh?” he tried to sound light, but it came out a lot bitter than he meant.

(Y/N) hummed. “It’s exactly what I’m looking for.”

“I can get you in touch with a better artist at the—” he stopped mid-sentence and gaped at her. “Wait, what was that you said just now?”

She snorted. “I said your work is exactly what I’m looking for.”

He couldn’t fight the shock coursing through him. “Really? It is?”

Suddenly her smile was replaced with a scowl and she bit out, “Quit making me repeat shit and listen the first time.”

Kyle nodded. “Right. I just…wasn’t expecting you to say that.”

“I know,” she replied cockily, then took out her phone and tapped at the screen before showing it to him. “I know you’re a graphic designer and not a clothing one, but you’d be really helpful with the new line of clothing and jewelry I’m planning on making.”

He took her phone gently and swiped at the pictures. “Justice League themed?”

(Y/N) tipped her head. “We’re doing an exclusive line for Gotham’s vigilantes first. If it pays well, we’ll go from there.” She took her phone back and stared at him. “I’m willing to pay you up to two grand for every design you give me.”

Kyle’s eyes practically popped out of his head and his jaw went slack. “Are you—are you being serious?”

She nodded and stowed her phone. “On one condition.”

He nodded. “For two grand a design? I’ll do anything for you.”

The corner of her mouth rose in a smirk and he realized his words too late as she purred, “Well I would love to see you on your knees for me. So, I’ll keep that in mind, Rayner.” Waving a hand, she added, “But besides that, if you want the job, you have to come to the manor.”

“Wayne Manor?”

“Mhm. I’ll provide everything you need to create and design.”

His dark brows furrowed. “I can do that, but why?”

A solemn look came across her face. “You almost got yourself killed tonight because you let your ring power down.” She placed her hands on her hips. “If you want this job, you’re going to take combat lessons from me and you’re going to start working out more.”

Kyle’s face pinched. “You want me to work out and get my ass kicked for a job?”

“More like so my brothers don’t lose a best friend.” She shrugged. “But, if a freelance artist like you can find better money elsewhere, I’d be happy to let you go and—”

“I get it!” he scowled and looked away for a moment before sighing and turning back to her, his hand outstretched. “Fine. It’s a deal. You pay me and I’ll do your designs.”

“And?” she questioned with a smirk.

He groaned, his muscles already feeling the pain coming. “And I’ll take lessons from you.”

(Y/N) smiled. “I’m so glad we could come to an arrangement.” She shook his hand. “It’s going to be a pleasure doing business with you, Mister Rayner.”

Kyle swallowed thickly as she pulled away and walked to the fire escape. “Likewise, Miss Wayne,” he replied lowly, knowing that with each sway of her hips, he was getting more and more screwed. Not only was she his better, she was also his best friends’ older sister—hotter and badass older sister.

She opened the window and paused, looking back at him. “This’ll be a three-month project. Are you okay with that, Kyle?”

He nodded. “Yeah, I can do that.” (Y/N) seemed to be thinking about something and he could tell. “Is something on your mind?”

She pulled on the cowl and gazed at him. “I’ve half a mind to tell you to pack a bag and spend the time at the manor while we do the project.”

“Pay my rent and I’ll consider it,” he snorted and then she blinked and shifted her gaze down to her wrist then tapped at it.

After a minute, she said, “Alright, your rent and utilities have been paid for the next three months.”

“What?”

“You said pay your rent. So, I did.”

“Please tell me you’re joking,” Kyle begged—he didn’t want to owe her like that.

She smiled. “Pack a bag Rayner. You’re moving in.”

“Seriously?”

“Didn’t I tell you to stop making me repeat things?”

He sighed heavily, moving to pack. “Yes ma’am.”

“Ooo, call me ma’am like that again and I might not let you leave when this is over.”

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Love Birds

Episode 6: Infiltrator

Wally’s got school, sucks to be him. Everyone is having a great time at the beach. We meet a new recruit, our favourite female archer. Got bad robotic gas and saving a sassy doctor.

MOUNT JUSTICE August 8,

09:58 EDT

Seagulls flying through the air. The sun shunning down reflecting off the blue waves crashing Against the shore.

M'gan and Nightingale are running ahead of the boys in their swim suits

"Hello M'gan, we should hit the beach everyday!"

"Yes we should!" Nightingale says

Robin puts his hand in-front of the too girls

"First a moment of silence for our absent comrade" robin then puts his hand to his face looking up y/n.

"Poor Wally" the too girls say in sync

The group set up a Volleyball net and play a few rounds and stop a little while after.

They all then start to cover super boy in sand making a mini mount justice on his chest while he's just laying there with sunglasses on.

Robin and Nightingale are laying on the sand together talking about random things, when M'gan and super boy thought it was the best opportunity for a prank.

They spoke to Aqua lad and he moved the water into there buckets and he grabbed his own all three of them walking over to the too throwing the bucket of water at the too.

The too jump up in surprise

"Aw your holding hands!" M'gan says and the too turn red and yank their hands away

"Their literally the meaning of 'love birds'"

Robin and Nightingale look at each other smirk and grab a bucket of water each throwing the water all over the three.

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Y/N's POV

We all get in side and here a beeping, all of us look to the zeta tube

"The wall man is here! Now let's get this party star-" gets interrupted by himself falling over his beach umbrella.

Everyone stairs at him

"OOF" I say.

"Wall-man huh? Woah love the uniform, want exactly are your powers"

The girl named Artemis says

"Uh who is this?" Wally asks

"Artemis, your new teammate" she says

"Kid Flash. never heard of you" Wally says

"Uh she's my new protégé" Green Arrow says and I smile and wave, I recognise her. One of my closest friends.

"Wait what happened to your old one?" Wally says

"Recognised speedy b-06" the zeta tube says as Roy walks in

"For starters I don't go by speedy anymore, call me red arrow" Roy says

"Roy you look" Green arrow starts

"Replaceable" Roy says

"It's not like that you told me you were going solo"

"So why waist time finding a sub. Can she even use that bow"

Artemis walks forward "yes she can"

"Wait who are you?" Wally asks Artemis

"I'm his niece"

"She's my niece" they say at the same time

"Another niece? Knowing that they were in no way related" I say.

The team talk about a doctor that needs protection and robin pulls up some information on her.

"Nano robotics expert and disappeared two weeks ago" robin says

"Abducted two weeks ago by the league of shadows" Roy says

"Woah we get to rescue her from the shadows" robin says

"Hardcore!" Wally says.

"I already rescued her. Only one problem they got her to make a weapon, doc calls it the fog"

"Sounds like something the shadows would do" Artemis says.

"Like you know anything about the shadows" Wally says

Artemis just Blankly stairs at him

"Who are you?!" He says.

"Anyway. She's working on a way to destroy it"

Roy says

"Wait if the shadows know she can do that-" I get interrupted by Roy

"They'll target her. My jobs done" and red arrow leaves.

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HAPPY HARBOUR August 8,

21:53 EDT

"Everyone online?" M'gan asks us

"Ugh this is wired" Artemis says,

"And distracting now I have to hear teen think in my skull" The doc says

"Lady do you always complain when someone try's to help you?" KF says

"Pot, kettle have you met?" Artemis says

"Hey I don't need attitude from the newbie who threw Red Arrow off the team" KF says

"Wally watch your mouth" I say

"Ok 'mum'. Geez" he says

"That's not on me he left the team" Artemis says

"Uh rest of the world at stake here" the doc says

"She started it" KF says

"I'm going to go help miss Martian and super boy patrol the perimeter, Nightingale lunch at mine later?" Artemis says leaving the room

"I'd love to, tell your mum I say hi" I say

"Cut her some slack it was her arrow that saved your ass against Amazo" Robin says

I walk over to the window and sit on the windowsill looking at the starts managing to block out everything around me.

Robin comes over the window leaning on it.

"You ok?" He asks

"Yea I'm fine just looking at the stars. Look at the moon it's gorgeous" I say gesturing to the moon shining down on the water outside

Unbeknownst to Nightingale he was looking at her

"She is gorgeous" he realise what he said

"It!- it's gorgeous" Rob corrects himself

"Aww!" M'gan says.

"M'gan reconfigure the bio ship so Robin, Nightingale and Super Boy to find the fog"

Aqua Lad says

"It's ready" M'gan says

The three of them run out and into the ship.

"Robin to Aqua Lad we're over Philadelphia, we've located the next target star labs. We're to late it's destroyed" Robin says

"Totally destroyed" I say

"The fog decimated it. This is bad star labs have cutting edge technology now their secrets are in the hands of the enemy" Robin says

What's our next move?" I say.

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"Next target is Wayne tech! I'm Theory it could be used to hack the-" i stop myself

"The what?" Super boy asks me

"Doesn't matter. What matters is that Wayne tech works a 24 hour work force well never evacuate the building in time" I say.

The fog gets released

"Crap! No!" Robin yells the to of us grapple into the building.

"Hey you too can't come in here. Unauthorised entry" the guard says

"Wayne code Y/f/iW3" I say and the two of us roll under the gate. Running down the huge hallway.

We make it to a lunch room

"What's going on? What are you doing?" That lady at the counter says.

"Please be connected to the main frame!" Robin says hacking into the computer we turn around an watch the once black fog Turn red.

"Yes! The infiltrated has been out filtrated" I say then the too of us fist bump.

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Later when the team had got back to the cave Artemis, M'gan and Nightingale were in civilian clothes hanging out is M'gan's room at the cave.

"So M'gan. You and super boy?" Artemis says to her causing M'gan to go red.

"Maybe- I- What about night and Rob!" M'gan says directing Artemis's question to Nightingale

"So what is it with you to?" She asks

"Uh well we met a few years ago When dad found him and uh yea we became friends"

Nightingale says

"Yea. Your definitely going to start Dating soon" she said

"No we're not he doesn't like me like that" She says

The too girls look at her dumbfounded.

“Yeaaa, right”