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starry-bi-sky · 1 month

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i have been unmedicated for the entirety of spring break and thus have had little interest in writing this down, but i have been thinking about this for the entire week (as well as a dpdc clone danny au that resulted in it becoming its entirely separate batman au that includes a teenage vigilante bruce wayne, an ocarina, and me entirely incapable of making a batman au without making bruce dirt poor but we're not talking about that) and so i've finally went 'fuck it' and forcibly grabbed my laptop. I will get this done in one sitting even if it kills me.

BUT. This is about neither clone^2 danny nor about who i am calling Ocarina Batman. This is about my Danyal Al Ghul Au and more SPECIFICALLY it's me thinking about his relationship with Sam and Tucker specifically.

Tucker and Sam? Adore this asshole (affectionate) with every fiber of their being. And it is very much a reciprocated feeling, but Danny's thoughts will not be delved into much other than he would kill for them.

Tucker? The only person currently capable of getting a deep, loud, belly laugh out of Danny. Sam can get him to smile and to laugh, but it's the kind that's a chuckle-under-the-breath. The quiet, looks-down-while-huffing laughter. Snorts once with laughter and then grins stupidly.

But Tucker? Tucker can crack a slew of stupid jokes and Danny will be incapacitated for the next five minutes because he's laughing so hard that he can't breath. He lands one well-timed pun or quip and Danny will be close to tears. His laughter is their favorite sound in the whole world.

Sam is lowkey jealous of this ability, and she's gotten a belly laugh out of Danny a few times. But alas, it is Tucker who wields this power and has gotten it the most times out of the two of them.

They're also both physically affectionate with Danny as much as possible. It started roughly around when they were 12-ish, a year since they befriended Danny, and they noticed that he sought after touch but never seemed to initiate (and was in some ways repulsed by it). They started slowly being more touchy with him. Hooking a finger around his to lead him somewhere, tapping his wrist, looping arms. Little touches, grabs, etc, to get him used to it, and once he started doing it back they started increasing it.

It's gotten to a point where he will now just. Lay on them. Like a lizard sunbathing on a rock. Leaning on their backs when they're sitting in class before the bell rings, his chin on their heads. He'll talk about anything with his arms looped around their shoulders.

If they're sitting on a couch at either of their houses, he'll lay his legs on theirs. Him and Tucker will press their feet against the other's and try and push against them (newsflash: Danny always wins, Tucker claims its the ghost strength but Danny's been winning since before his accident)

Naturally, both Sam and Tucker know where Danny keeps his weapons on his person, and are allowed to grab them off of him if they need it. His only requirement is that they don't lose his weapons if they take it and forget to return it immediately.

They both understand how big of a thing this is from Danny, and so they do their best to treat his weapons with a lot of respect and care because they know its his way of saying he trusts them.

Sam and Tucker are so fond of Danny it's insane. Like fr. That's their goddamn best friend, and they are so protective of him. Emotionally, physically, you name it. They will tear the head off a grown man if they need to, Danny's had scars since he arrived in Amity Park and Sam and Tucker both are going to find the person who put them there and make them pay for it.

One time, Tucker overheard a bunch of upperclass girls speaking nastily about Danny and about the rumors surrounding him, calling him names like 'freak', 'monster', etc. Danny was with him and heard it, and seemingly appeared unbothered by it, even telling Tucker that he was used to such rumors.

Tucker was so furious that hacked into the school system later that night and tanked those girls grades. They were kicked out of their clubs and had to go to mandatory tutoring for the rest of the year. He made sure to leave some way of letting them know it was him who did it.

And Sam doesn't like using her money for things, doesn't like abusing that wealth. So instead, whenever her parents talk bad about Danny, she causes a media incident that has her parents scrambling to deal with. She does something wild, outrageous by her parents' standards.

She heard some boys on the basketball team making fun of Danny once, similar to those girls had. She kicks up a fuss about something eco-unfriendly at school and forcibly holds a protest on the same day of the big home basketball game, forcing them to cancel the event and reschedule to a visiting school.

She anonymously donates money so that there's new uniforms for the team but oops! Looks like she "forgot" to donate enough money for them to get uniforms for all the team members, and strangely enough those boys in particular didn't get them! Looks like they'll have to wait until more money gets donated for the basketball team to get their new, nice uniforms. The old ones look so ratty in comparison, right?

And since the football team gets most of the sport money, that might just take awhile. And if (and when) they kick up a fuss? oops! Off the basketball team you go, :) such unsportsman-like behavior is unfit for the team.

(The only good thing about how corrupt the school system is is that she can use it to her advantage too.)

The both of them know that Danny suspects them for the sudden misfortune falling on these people, but he doesn't call them out on it. He's kinder than he used to be, but not kind enough to vouch for people who speak badly of him. Sometimes, he might just congratulate them on not getting caught.

Because Danny is their wonderful, hurt friend with a "slightly" Blue and Orange Moral code, and enough scars that people have been calling him a criminal (and worse) since he arrived in Amity Park when he was ten. And they'll be damned if he gets hurt anymore.

#dpxdc #dp x dc #danny fenton is not the ghost king #dp x dc crossover #dpxdc crossover #dpdc #danyal al ghul #its kinda hard to get my thoughts in order bc i am ✨unmedicated✨ rn BUT #this is the gist of it #i could wax poetic about how much sam and tucker adore danny as their friend but alas. the wax is not waxing. it is stuck to the paper #and i am chipping it off with my nail and its getting stuck under it.#ocarina batman has been in my head since friday someone come sedate me. him and pit fighter batman too. who is ALSO a piss poor teenage #bruce wayne who instead of a vigilante and villains is a PIT FIGHTER. he fights blindfolded thats why he's called the bat #ocarina batman's Look is if you combined punk + assassins creed aesthetic together and then gave it an ocarina #the ocarina is because i thought it'd be cool if its how he and robin communicated across long distances bc they didnt have comms #because they are ✨poor✨ and live in a one room apartment in crime alley.#and also the mental image of him sitting on. rooftop ledge in the rain playing 'song of storms' from LoZ was too fantastic to ignore #like bro imagine hearing that as a criminal. you're off doing shady shit with your gang and in the distance you hear the faint and #haunting melody of an ocarina. two of them in a call and response duet. and its getting closer. and you cannot find where #siren type shit fr fr #look he has the assassins creed hood and a long ass coat that has spikes on the end that when flared out looks like the silhouette of a bat #on fucking GOD i am this 👌 close to finding an artist doing commissions to make this for me. i am frothing at the mouth #he is 17-19 years old with his little brother-son Robin. Logically Robin is Dick but in my heart of hearts the first Robin is Jason #and he has perfected the art of getting his older brother to play songs on the pan flute for him. long pitchy whine on his own ocarina #the familiar childlike 'pleeeaaaaaaase?' and he knows he's won when there is a 10s silence on the other end before his brother plays #a lullaby.#look up 'sailor moon - pan flute (relaxing) on youtube' and when there's the thumbnail of two green skinned aliens with long blue and pink #hair. click on it. THAT is the song Bruce plays.#hhhhhhhhhhh frothing at the mouth over this au sooo fucking badly

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gretahayes · 11 months

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44 and/or 50 for timkon or platonic timbart?

50. “Nothing is wrong with you.” + platonic timbart

"Rob," Bart starts, and says nothing until Tim hums absently, "what's wrong with me?"

Tim pauses at that. He sets down the case file he'd been working on, and turns in his swivel chair to look at Bart properly.

Bart's on his bed, laid flat on his back with his limbs starfished, and he's staring up at the ceiling. He doesn't look like someone who just asked what's wrong with them.

"...could you run that by me again?"

"I think there's something wrong with me," Bart says, instead of asks. He's resolutely still staring up at the ceiling.

"Okay." This is- Tim did not think he'd have to have this conversation today. He carefully stands and moves to sit next to Bart's leg, then changes his mind and just lies next to him. "Why do you think there's something wrong with you?"

Bart turns his head to blankly stare at Tim for that. Which, fair.

Tim sighs. Bart looks back up at the ceiling. Tim stares up at it too. "Nothing is wrong with you, Bart," he says softly.

"Everyone else says there is," Bart says, quiet. "Max...he didn't say it, but I know he thought it."

"I remember when you didn't doubt me," Tim says, just for the snort Bart gives. "There's nothing wrong with you, you're just different. It's how you are. You weren't built for this world."

"Different sounds like a nicer way of saying wrong."

Tim sighs. "When I first became Robin," Tim starts, and Bart turns to look at him in interest. "I had to get a new cape, because the one the Robins before me had used with no issue made me have a panic attack if I wore it when I didn't have to. The color, the weight, the fabric- it was all wrong. But I liked the feeling of a cape, just not that cape, and it was a Robin staple. So B had a new one made for me."

"Didn't know Batman cared so much."

"He does, he's just got odd ways of showing it," Tim says. "The feeling of satin makes me want to curl up and die. I'm bad at talking to people cause I don't always consider what I'm saying and the implications of it, which can make me sound like an asshole. I self-isolate when I'm spiraling, even though I'm really bad at self-isolating. My brain sometimes moves so fast the rest of me can't keep up, and when around me is loud and hectic, and I'm already worked up, I get overwhelmed which makes me angry and upset."

"Me too," Bart says. "I've got a short fuse when I'm overwhelmed. I lashed out at Jenni when we first met cause I was going through a lot and she wasn't helping, and it wasn't fair to her."

Tim hums. "Sucks, doesn't it?" Bart makes a noise that Tim takes as a yes. "Um, I've got a hard time with boundaries. I lie a lot, but I don't like when people can't just say what they mean in regular conversation instead of making me guess. I go through these periods of obssession with things, and they can last for months, or even years." Tim stops, and asks, "is there something wrong with me?"

"Well...no," Bart says, sounding baffled, and glances at him briefly, "you're just you."

"My point exactly." Tim grabs Bart's hand; squeezes. "You're just you, Bart. Nothing is wrong with you."

Bart squeezes back.

(ask game)

#asks #ask game #timbart #my writing #my fics #my snippets #tim drake #bart allen

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somelonelywriter · 1 year

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Can I request a Leto!Joker where I have powers (telekinesis) and save J from someone who wants to hurt him but I over use them which causes me to pass out but he catches me in his arms and he carries me to our shared room and he starts to panic about what happened and he stays with me until I wake up (you can add the rest) (we are husband and wife) thank u :)

VOICES

Pairing: Husband!Jared!Joker x Wife!Fem!reader

(i used she/her pronouns since you said wife, but if you want me to change them tell me, also it's just a one shot I'm sorry, let me know if you wanted headcanons or something else).

Warnings: use of pet names, light swearing, fainting, mention of guns/weapons, mention of Batman, mention/description of blood, mention of death, mention being worried about someone well being (does that really need a warning(?)), Hurt/comfort, tiny bit of toxic relationship and as usual Joker is his own warning, let me know if I missed anything.

Summary: Batman almost catches your husband, almost is the key word.

A/n: I'm sorry this took me so long. AHHHH im SO excited! My first request!! I'll try my best, and i hope you don't mind the fact that i made it start in the car like the scene in 'Suicide Squad', feel free to critizice (obv in a constructive way). Let me know if there are any grammatical errors. Enjoy!

Not really proofreaded 😅

Faster.

That was the only thing in your mind as your husband drived the purple Lamborghini on the road.

You needed to get that stupid bat off of your car. "He's gonna ruin our date night!" You screamed, your anniversary night was gonna be ruined and it was all his fault! You pointed your gun at the ceilieng of the car and fired at it a couple of times, letting your anger out.

The joker near you laughed, a stressed laugh. You knew what that meant. Sooner or later something, or worst someone will blow up.

So you decided to take care of the situation in an even more aggressive way. It was risky to say the least, but extreme problems require extreme solutions, and oh if Batman was a fucking problem.

So you taked a deep breath and cleared your mind (as much as you could with the Clown losing the last bit of sanity he had in the driver seat) and visualized the annoying bat being throwed under your car.

Suddendly all the noises stopped, then a loud 'bang' could be heard and you saw Batman flying rigth on the car windscreen leaking blood over it.

You did it!!

Joker clapped his hands "My good Darling! He got what he deserved! Death to the bat! Death to the bat!" He singed sang, but it sounded muffled, oh so muffled...

The only thing on your mind was a drop. 'tic tic tic' (a/n: does this make sense?)

You looked down and saw your hands covered in blood, your nose was bleesdng... Your eyes felt heavy, the last thing you heard was your name, Joker was calling you. Then it all went black.

Joker on the other hand did not excpect you to faint. It was unplanned, and he even if he loved surprises he didn't love having you in this state.

If we're being honest, at first he was tempted to leave you there (a/n: for me the story finishes like this :) but a request is a request lol) but then a voice, one of the too many in his head, told him not to do it, that he needed you, even if he didn't really know for what... So he drived to his mansion, every now and then checking on you.

Once in your shared bedroom he layed you on the bed.

Joker started to genuinely feel concerned for you, almost an hour as passed and you still weren't awake.. His pretty toy can't die, not if he doesn't want she to do so at least.

He then decided to lay down near you, for the first time in his life he felt a little scared, the voices in his head getting loud, he could hear them scream, scream that you had to wake up, that you couldn't leave him, that he-

He suddendly turned his head to look at his pet, who had now opened her eyes.

you tried to talk but he stopped you, he just wanted to held you on his chest. You didn't dare to discontent him by moving. Not wanting to miss the chance to have some affection since he rarely initiated it, you ignored your headache and relaxed into his touch.

Ironically the place where you felt the most safe were the place where everyone else felt the most scared.

#batman #jared leto #dc joker #one shot #Fluff #Jared Joker #X reader #dcmultiverse #suicide squad #the suicide squad #harley quinzel #harley quinn #wife reader #fem reader

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avisisisis · 1 year

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Honestly the “JLU Wally is YJ Wally” HC/AU has so much wasted potential. Not only angst but also. Imagine how fucking funny the whole situation could be. Imagine

Wally, against his wishes, goes to an undercover mission with the League. When something inevitably blows up, he gets (reasonably) angry and starts muttering about how “It's a curse, I swear. I am not feeling the aster right now. So not whelmed, man”. Shayera looks at him confused, because what the fuck does aster mean?

He gets banned from going to undercover/recon/non-fighting missions

When he figures something that he feels should have been obvious up he says “Hello, Megan!” and facepalms. He does it a lot, and refuses to explain when someone asks him why or what it means

He's the youngest in the team but he's also one of the most experienced

People usually think that the reason why he tends to not tell the league about what his next move is going to be in battle or why he's so uncoordinated when working in a team is because he's arrogant and refuses to listen. It's actually because he's so used to having the mind link to communicate that now he finds it hard to talk out loud with his teammates sometimes. He's working on it

He'll ask someone something and then get frustrated when they don't answer him, only to remember that he never actually said anything out loud

Not having people in his mind all the time feels kind of lonely. Maybe that's why he was so much happier than usual when J'onn was forced to make a temporary mind link for a mission

He gets frustrated because he wants to watch a show he likes but then remembers that the show doesn't exist because it was created in like 2008. It's a pain

He talks to Shayera about his other red-headed sister, ‘Megan’, and gets uncharacteristically sad and quiet when she asks if she could meet her someday

The original JL members started to pick up on some of the stuff he says, so the phrases “Hello, Megan!”, “Get whelmed” or even the word ‘crash’ are commonly heard in the Watchtower

His relationship with Superman is complicated because he's used to holding some resentment for not being patient with Conner when he first met him so sometimes he's too salty with him, but then he remembers that that was another Superman and it gets awkward pretty quickly

If his relationship with Superman is complicated, then imagine how it is with Batman and Zatanna. One is his best friend's dad from another universe and the other is his friend he's known since he was 14 from another universe who is now older than him

And imagine how it'd be with Red Tornado. He's so used to having the guy as some kind of mentor that being his superior feels off. He tried to connect with him but it was just too awkward for him to handle

He. Misses. Barry. And. Iris.

He finds out that the Jason of this universe came back to life and wonders if his Jason came back too. Too bad he's never going to find out

Let him break down a little. Let him live with the knowledge that he's all alone now (pre-JL). Let him be depressed over the fact that his aunt doesn't even know him because both him and Barry are dead in this universe

He thinks about how he was going to propose to Artemis and doesn't show up to league meetings and missions for three weeks

“Why weren't you here?” “I had some stuff to do haha sorry” (he was laying in bed crying)

Certain things, like eating ice cream or going out to see movies, just aren't as appealing as they used to be. Everytime he sees teenagers hanging out, laughing with each other, he can't help but think about how that could (should) be him

He had to quit the team (more like was forced to quit) because his powers were killing him. Now he's back on the field and isn't dying anymore, but he can't help but think that maybe if he was then he wouldn't have cared much

Wally meets the Nightwing of this universe and immediately starts crying

Think about this: Dick doesn't know him, who know what's up with Roy, Artemis is a criminal, Kaldur probably doesn't even exist, Conner also doesn't exist (yet), Zatanna's way older than him and M'gann is dead. Just. Take a moment to think about it

He has to live with the knowledge that he's probably never going to see his friends, his family again. He has to live with the knowledge that he has no one to go to when he has speedster problems. He has to live with the knowledge that he'll never go home

Clark brings his Ma's pie to the Watchtower once and Wally gets so emotional because it smells sm like the pies he used to (try to) make with Iris and Barry (it was apple pie. They always failed so they bought one from a bakery, and Ma's smells sm like those he can't help but remember the good old days lmao. He cries)

I said this once and I'll say it again: he was going to propose to Artemis

He died knowing that he would never be able to make amends with his soulmate best friend

He has to go on a mission where he sees this universe's Artemis (a criminal) and no matter how much he tries to help her and turn her into at least a civilian, he still wasn't able to make her be even close to his Artemis

He has one of those scenes where the hero (Wally ofc) says “You could come with me. I'd help you. You could get away from the people that hurt you and, if you want to, I'd live you alone once you're safe. I can promise that”, and the villain (Arty) is like “Omg really...??” and acts all hopeful and shit but ends up being “Sike no, I'm never going with u wtf”

He finds out Hal exists in this universe too but is in another planet and looses his shit lmaoo

But like srs. The potential this shit has is amazing and ppl should acknowledge it more

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cactusspatz · 4 months

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November recs

Yuletide is coming - but this should tide you over until then!

IRIS Log #1548 by deadchannelradio (Batman, gen)

(01:25) Red Hood: (Mild static) (Out of breath, slurred) You motherfuckers. Put some fuckin- (01:25) Batman: (Shaking) Red Hood- (01:25) Red Hood: Shut up. Put some fucking respect. On my name. Start fucking copying me. I just got thrown fucking. Um. 40 feet. Into a fucking uh. What's it. Ditch. I'm still fucking conscious. (01:25) Batman: Red Hood, do not move, we're en route- (01:25) Red Hood: What'll I win if I stand up. (01:25) Batman: (Loud) Do not stand up.

Absolutely hilarious slice-of-patrol-life story, featuring a VERY concussed Jason.

Easy as Pie by Ptelea (Batman, gen)

Five times Jason baked something for or with his siblings, and one time they baked for him. A drabble sequence of triple drabbles written for the Seasons of Drabbles Summer 2023 challenge exchange.

Soft Batsiblings story, with a lot of feels packed into a small space.

Cinema Verite by BoldlyNo (Murderbot, gen)

"Someday, Ratthi hopes, he’s going to run out of things to learn about Secunit that break his heart." Making a documentary in five hours flat is an experience in and of itself, but making a documentary with some of your friend's worst memories as footage is something else altogether.

Will I ever be over them making a documentary FOR GREAT JUSTICE? Definitely not. This is a great Ratthi POV on it.

Reformation by LocalCryptid7 (BNHA, Midoriya/Todoroki/Shinsou)

After a failed suicide attempt, years of bullying, and his mother's death, Izuku Midoriya doesn't think he has any option besides joining the League of Villains. After all, foster care is no place for a quirkless kid like him. Plus, working as a hacker and analyst for the League doesn't sound like it would be too bad. But, after meeting a hurt little girl in Overhaul's headquarters, Toga and Izuku can't just sit back and take orders from Shigaraki anymore. With some careful consideration, Izuku figures a villain reformation program at UA doesn't sound horrible, even if it means having to put up with Bakugou.

Villain!Izuku is usually a hard sell for me, but this works! Mostly because it shows both how Izuku ended up isolated and needing, AND he immediately turns tail once a kid is in danger. And then good followup on the consequences.

The Warlock's Cat by Marchling (Shadowhunters, Magnus/Alec)

Pain raced up his arm. It was a sharp throb that radiated out. More than a broken bone. When Alec went to flex his hand to see how bad it was he couldn’t. His eyes snapped to his own hand and there was no hand. A mission gone wrong leads to Alec being turned into a cat. Alone. Hurt. No one aware of what's happened to him. If only there was a cat-loving warlock nearby to save him.

Hello, I am a sucker for turned-into-a-cat-&-taken-in-by-my-enemy-who-turns-out-to-be-loveable stories - which is a very specific trope, but thankfully people keep writing it! This is a fun exemplar and an interesting AU.

Burgeoning by Owlship (Mad Max, Max/Furiosa)

He smiles a little, an uptick of his mouth, plush lips exposed where he's shaved the mangy beard off in the process of cleaning off the wasteland. "Here," Max says, and nudges into her space, arranges the plant carefully so the roots are properly covered, the leaves brushed free of dirt. Furiosa doesn't realize she's going to move until she does, leaning across the slight distance between them and pressing her lips to his.

Max-returns-to-the-Citadel PWP, featuring poor gardening etiquette and a lovely vulnerable Furiosa.

#monthly recs #fic rec #batman #batfam #dcu #murderbot #bnha #midoriya/todoroki/shinsou #shadowhunters #magnus/alec #malec #mad max #mad max fury road #max/furiosa

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bruciemilf · 1 year

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Gone girl Thomas Wayne?? What? I am intrigued

And frightened

HOOOOO OJAH. OKAY. OKAY.

so first and foremost Martha and Thomas had a lovely marriage and they loved eachother so much and I really don't want to change that at all, because hey, you actually CAN have a morally questionable couple without them hating eachother and treating their spouses like shit

But it's specifically about Thomas. It's about the way he loved Martha enough (in the context of The Batman) to get an innocent person killed?

(PS. i just find it hard to believe Thomas wouldn't expect Carmine to appeal to extreme measures. The guy's a mafia head. )

It's just. Oh. oh. It's " The world starts and ends with you" its " Whatever monster I am, I'm a monster that loves you'' " I'm made wrong and you're the only thing that fits me"

There's a very big part of Martha who bathes in the worship and thieves like flowers sunbathing, but a deeper, more awake part of her knows this isn't right; Nothing in Gotham ever is. There's a always a price and a punishment.

" That man didn't deserve to die."

" Yeah, well, you didn't deserve five weeks in that hell hole these politicians call a hospital, but it happened. There's nothing we can do about it it now."

" Can, or won't?"

"I don't feel bad about it. And you can't make me."

"You're such a monster sometimes, Tommy, --"

"Yeah? I'm the monster you married. I'm a reflection of what you want and what you desire, weather or not you say it out loud. And I'm not a coward. I'm that monster that loves you. And I killed for you. Who else can say that?

You think you'd be happy with some good, mediocre Christian boy? No way, baby. I'm it. And you're the same as me. Or you would've been gone five murders ago. Your dark matches my dark. That's not nothing."

It's about the sensual, gripping, monstrous allure of the male inanity if it was just written the right way. What makes male derangement so attractive isn't necessarily the disregard for law and morality, but that skin deep devotion that rebells against both.

Basically Thomas was so sexy

#claims to like crazy girls #thomas wayne #martha wayne #dc #god the way i need to talk abt thomas doing the same for alfred but thomas being chaotic good and evil at the same time is so so so-#the most characterization of all time i'll make a chart actually

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pluckyredhead · 10 months

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Red Hood and the Outlaws #1 (2011)

It's been a while since I've read RHATO, so I figured I'd reread it - and if I'm doing that, why not make you all suffer with me? I will probably get tired of this before I finish all the various series, but let's see how far we get.

Roy, that would probably work better if your bow had a string.

The issue begins with Roy in a prison in Qurac for trying to overthrow a dictator. He's rescued by Jason, in disguise as a pastor in a fat suit (sigh). There's so much wrong with these opening pages: the fat suit, the writing off an entire Middle Eastern nation as evil and corrupt, the fact that there's no way even a collapsed bow would fit inside a hollowed-out bible, the lazy way the panel layouts waste space...and yet. And yet.

These pages. THESE FUCKING PAGES. "His name is Roy Harper. He's an idiot. Nice guy, but an idiot." "His name is Jason Todd. A lot of people say he's crazy...Let's just say the Red Hood is my kind of crazy!"

This kind of parallel narration always makes me think of the 2003 Superman/Batman comic, which used it extensively, to extremely (and likely unintentionally?) homoerotic effect. After I read this issue, I told a friend that I got it now: Red Hood and the Outlaws was Superman/Batman for edgelords.

Which is to say, I'm pretty sure I started shipping these assholes just from these first terrible pages.

(But seriously, there are three pages up there and only five panels. Five panels! Plus some pointless maroon boxes that don't do anything! I want my money back.)

This panel is super misleading, because it implies that Roy and Jason know each other well enough for Jason to tease Roy about being a chatterbox, but later issues will show that barely know each other at this point. But then, trying to keep the backstories straight in this or any Lobdell book is like watching sand run out between your fingers.

And again here, it implies that they were already friends, a team, partners...something. But later we'll learn that they only met once, and it was years ago, when they were kids, so...what gives?

(This page is actually interesting, because Jason is constantly saying playfully mean things to Roy and Roy never seems to mind, but here he clearly hurts Roy, and he knows it.)

Siiiiigh.

To add insult to injury, Jason immediately announces that he's fucked Kori. You'll notice I aggressively ignore this in every fic I've ever written. Part of that is because I love Secret Virgin Jason, but also it just doesn't mesh with his and Kori's relationship throughout the rest of the series or his hilarious lack of game in general, and it's also so inextricably part of Amnesiac Sex Doll Kori that I just want nothing to do with it.

HATE. HAAAAAATE. The devious smile on Jason's face in the bottom row and Roy's calculating expression are so deeply disgusting to me. "This woman can't meaningly consent! She's like a cave fish with a vagina! Sweet!" Scott Lobdell is a vile human being and so is everyone who signed off on this piece of shit. (Fun fact: this was a HUGE controversy when the New 52 launched and the outcry was so loud they walked it back in a later issue when Kori tells Roy she...just lied about all of that for no reason? Okay.)

Also, "ask her about the gang you used to hang with." Uh...what gang is that, Jason? Because Donna didn't exist at this point, Wally was 12, Garth was a literal baby, Vic joined the League immediately upon getting his powers, and Gar was a child being tortured in a lab somewhere. So was it just Roy, Dick, and Raven? And they certainly weren't the Titans, because Tim's team was the founders in this continuity...which Lobdell should have known, since he was also writing that book.

The person asking to speak to Jason is Essence, his ex, who tells him something cryptic about murder victims with missing organs.

YOU DON'T KNOW MOST OF THOSE PEOPLE EITHER, ROY!!! "Remember Garth? The baby?" (Literally, he is a baby who shows up for one panel. In Atlantis.) And who the fuck is Dustin?

Anyway, Kori propositions Roy and he's like "Sure, why not." Did the target audience actually think this was hot? It's so depressing.

Essence tells Jason that something called the Untitled has attacked something called the All Caste, and Jason makes a surprised Pikachu face.

Elsewhere, a guy in a basement looks at a picture of Kori online.

I will admit to liking two things about this page: the fact that Jason's helmet is in the nightstand implies that Roy and Kori fucked in Jason's bed, which is either hilariously rude or an invitation that sailed right over Jason's head, and the red hand print on Roy's chest. It's the first glimpse of a recognizable Roy in this book; he did always like getting manhandled by scarily powerful women, pre-Flashpoint.

Jason goes...somewhere, to a temple of sorts with a lot of vague cultural appropriation going on, and kneels over the corpse of an old lady. "I'm sorry I wasn't here for you, Ducra," he says, before a bunch of people attack him. END OF ISSUE!

And that's Red Hood and the Outlaws #1! It's confusing, misogynistic, lazily drawn, and not very funny, and there's no reason to be invested in whatever the fuck happened at the end because I know nothing about Ducra, Essence, the All Caste, or frankly, this version of Jason. And yet I am absolutely going to read nine more years' worth of this shit. See you in issue #2!

#rhato reread #red hood and the outlaws #jason todd #red hood #roy harper #arsenal #starfire

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dairy-farmer · 3 months

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Sexy Videos Informer Au? owo?

Consider this! Nightwing? NOT in space. Cannon is what cannon does, but now with Extra Nightwing Action(tm)! Jason and him bond. Nearly die! Get beat to hell and back. Nearly die HARDER. But Do Not!

They ARE laid up in the hospital though. Bruce is playing the "it's all my faaaaault" game. More focused on beating people up then investigating serious crimes. Not good.

Enter stage: Literally Next Door! Timmy! *polite applause*

He has a shameful, shameful hobby! No it's not THAT. (Yet.) You see, on the internet? There are, and I should warn you to brace yourself, perverts and NERDS! Gasps, pearls clutched, questions asked of parliament! I know, I know. I too, was shocked. SHOCKED I say! But it's true.

And our dear Tim? Largely unsupervised.

He stumbled upon... Interesting(tm) internet communities. One of which was the "Capies". Individuals with Hero-sonas.

Yes it is EXACTLY as problematic as it sounds. People have accidentally gotten shot. No, it has not stopped them. And yes, it routinely gives the JLA a raging headache. Luckily, most of the costumes aren't very good.

MOST of them.

Tim Drake is NOT a mediocre child who settles for "good enough". HIS Hero-Sona, Magpie, wears MILITARY-grade reinforced clothing! It's styled of Batman's get up. He feels Really Cool when he wears it.

But... thing it? He only every wore it around the house. He's not a REAL hero. Not like his Robins. But? He IS pretty sneaky! And with a few additions? He bets he can help? Just a little.

"A little" he says.

He blows five smuggling rings wide open. And so begins Bruce's ongoing stress migraine. The very fast child with DANGEROUS information, who's clearly been spying on MOB BOSSES and ROUGES, that he can't catch! Not him. Not Robin, once he recovers. Not even Nightwing!

YEARS pass. And he's only getting FASTER. Bruce is starting to legitimately consider Dick's offer to have the Speedsters grab him. Magpie may not be Bat trained, but he's clearly an Ally, and they NEED to talk.

Meanwhile? Tim found out for a lot of Capies, it's a sex thing. Not a cosplay thing. He... learned some stuff about himself.

Decided to document himself, learning about himself. For, you know, when he's a good enough hacker he won't INSTANTLY get caught the second his costume shows up on the internet. Frickin Oracle.

His first videos are kinda clumsy. Good angles, obviously, but he didn't know WHAT to do with himself. Was embarrassed to spread his legs that wide. But then he figured it out. Got his toys.

Probes to reach reeeeal deep and plugs that pop wetly in and out. Dildos he learned how to work into himself. How to rock his hips in a way that felt so, so good. How not to be embarrassed. Let himself moan and gasp, whimper and whine as loud as he wanted.

Learned how many little vibrating eggs would FIT. Pushed in, one after another, til he was all gushy and full to the brim. Learned how many times he could gush. He even got a sybian!

He kept his videos all on a flash drive. On him, obviously, so they'd be safe.

Until they WEREN'T safe. Batman came out of NO WHERE. They struggle. Batman goes to pin him! And? Tim sacrifices his jacket to escape. It's only when he's home and ready to unwind that horror sets in. The flash drive was in his chest pocket.

Batman has his sex tapes.

And he more the just has them. He is actively WATCHING them. Watching as Tim works himself over. As his poor little hole is stretched and fucked. Made sloppy, twitching, and wet. Denied the real thing at every turn.

Watchs him play with his little chest. Stroke along his body, as he admits to- And Bruce brain screeches to a halt. Watching as Tim desperately rides a toy he's dubbed "Batman". Listening to him gasp and whine. Catching EVERY "Br-" that cuts to a "Bat", as Magpie catches himself.

Magpie knows who he is.

Wants him. BADLY. And was not planning on revealing it. These videos have yet to be edited. More then one sort of thrill runs through Bruce at the thought. He wonders what sorts of incriminating information Magpie forgot to remove, from the background of his videos? He'll have to watch them to know.

It's hardly a hardship, he muses, watching Magpie twitch and gasp through an orgasm. He can already spot no less then three different identifiable routes of investigation in the background. With every one he spots, he's narrowing down his suspect pool.

And Tim? Seriously considering BURNING his costume. No one can knooooow. He... he should skip town. Leave the country! Become a HERMIT! Oh god, Batman know he masturbates to him!!! His life is OVER. There's no coming back from thi-! *casual knock on a window*

Is that Batman on his balcony?

Huh. It is.

PANIC.

He doesn't even make to the door. Bruce is full on Victorious Shark grinning and Tim should NOT find that hot, since he's OBVIOUSLY about to die here.

He doesn't die. He ends up naked, pinned to his own bed, fucked deep and slow on the biggest cock he's ever taken in his LIFE, as Bruce casually explains what's GOING to happen. Tim WILL being joining them. WILL be receiving training. WILL be accompanying to several upcoming galas, dress nicely, and then he's GOING to be fucking Tim through the mattress.

No more running. Understood?

Tim is pretty sure he can TASTE the dick in him. Would agree to pretty much anything to make Bruce move faster. To make him stop TEASING. Yep. Anything you say. First born? All yours.

Bruce? Fucks him UNCONSCIOUS. Stays nice and deep, to keep himself warm and keep Tim full. Goes full marathon until he gets Tim to agree to join Team Bat and pretty much anything else he can think off. You know, like a cheater. Because Tim, as he quickly learns, will agree to pretty much ANYTHING when Bruce is pounding him.

-🐼

😍😍😍😍😍 tim making little sex tapes and bruce getting ahold of them!!!😍😍

#answered asks #asks #anonymous

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daedalusdavinci · 3 months

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16, riddlebat. disabled people time

16. At your lover’s complaining, rubbing a spot where they ache, smiling as they lean into your touch and melt at both the touch and warmth. the way youve literally sent me this prompt before lol tho tbf that one was for 2f and matches. anyway now that im done teasing heres your eds eddie that ik youre dying for

It takes less than a minute for Edward to start complaining. He complains like it's the fuel that keeps him going, eternally bitching every moment he isn't bragging, except for when he manages to do both at once. He complained so much about being left behind, but he complains just as much about the stakeout, so there's no winning. He fidgets, stretches, grumbles, riddles, bitching first about nothing, then about boredom, then about Bruce, rolling from one subject to the next seamlessly. If Bruce wasn't so used to doing stakeouts with children, he might have found it impossible to tune out. At least Edward has never tried to walk on his hands along the edge of the roof.

It takes one hour before Edward's complaints start to have an edge. He rolls his shoulders uncomfortably, stretches his legs out in front of him, and twists his back every way he can. He pops every knuckle, shifts his jaw, and hunches forward over his knees. His complaints are biting, now, grumbled and sulky and miserable, instead of too loud and delivered with a whiny flair.

"I told you we would be sitting here for a long time," Bruce tells him, even as he unfurls from his hunch, moving back from the edge of the roof.

"I didn't think we'd be sitting on a roof. It's freezing," Edward grumbles, but he shifts forward when Bruce moves behind him, peering more carefully over the edge.

"I told you it'd be cold."

"There's cold, and then there's sitting on concrete a hundred feet up, feeling the ice travel through your fucking bones. Riddle me this, Batman. What bites, but has no teeth?" Edward grumbles. He's leaning into Bruce's hands even before Bruce applies any pressure, and the minute Bruce's thumb finds the first knot in his shoulder, he groans in relief, head tipping back.

"Watch the street," Bruce instructs, digging in deep. His thumbs smooth, pull, and press, working it out gradually. Edward is a tangle of defunct connective tissue and stress, and at their age, the cold has a way of finding aches. He should have made sure Edward wore something warmer, or at least brought something for when he inevitably disregarded the advice.

Edward is like putty in his hands, pliant and heavy, but he does return his gaze to the street. "You're deflecting."

"It's not nearly cold enough for you to get frostbite," Bruce says. "At worst, you'll catch a cold and spend the next week bitching about it."

"I'm going to be sore for days."

"You'll be sore tonight. We'll take a hot bath, you'll warm up, and I'll work on whatever's left. And next time, when I tell you you're not coming with me on a stakeout, you're going to listen."

"I need to be here," Edward insists. "I need to see it all happen, as it is. I have to catch the things you miss."

"I never had any problem catching you."

"That was then. This is now. Things are more complicated than they used to be. That's why you have me, remember? Or are you forgetting things too, now, in your old age?"

For that, Bruce digs his thumb into a particularly sore spot. Edward flinches, shooting him a sour look over his shoulder before Bruce resumes his ministrations. "You've always been able to solve things from my files before. Consider it an extra challenge."

"You're just an OCD tightass who can't stand anyone else messing with his precious case."

"I'm a tightass who can't stand the way you throw yourself headlong into trouble," Bruce corrects.

"Aw. Because I'm your precious headcase?" Edward doesn't turn, this time, but Bruce can hear the grin.

"Something like that," Bruce allows, pressing his lips just softly against Edward's shoulder.

"Look at you, you big bad bat," Edward says, fond and teasing. There's more on the tip of his tongue, Bruce knows- there's always more- but he stiffens suddenly. "Wait- There!"

Edward grabs Bruce's shoulder as he lurches towards the edge, and suddenly both of them are silent, watching. The rest of the massage will have to wait.

#asks #tumblr drabbles #ashysiashy #riddlebat #riddler #batman #edward nygma #edward nigma #bruce wayne #im literally not proofreading this peace and love #if theres typos no there arent

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Bruce Wayne meeting you would include

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synopsis: When a new journalist moves to Gotham City (and by choice, can you believe that?), Bruce Wayne discovers that he isn't prepared to overcome everything and everyone.

warnings: fluff. grumpy x sunshine. optimistic reader. being a hostage in a bank robbery. threats of murder. fighting. no one dies cuz he is Batman duh.

note: basically, I love him so much that I took the reader-insert and turn it into a author-insert by making the reader a journalist :D

• Who, in full conscience and access to information, would choose to live in Gotham City? Well, you did. There were many reasons for you to not leave your old life behind and move to Gotham (the majority of them involving violence and death), but you also had so many reasons to forget about all that and at least try.

• You have a reputation in the journalistic world, and the Gotham Broadcasting Company has expresed interest in having you as announcer and columnist. And it turns out that Gotham is spending a lot of money into convincing people with degrees to stay there. Is not like you would be rich or anything near that, but it would be easier than in your hometown.

• Also, its not like the place you lived before was that good. You found a really great job that actually pays well, a great apartment that costs quite the same as your old one, and maybe there you could do something good. Thats why you chose this job: to spread knowlegde is to change peoples lifes. And in a city with such a bad political environment, anyone with good intentions will make a difference.

• Like Batman. Not that you think of yourself as someone as great as Batman, but you can't help yourself from daydreaming. Batman is there, making more good things than half of the elected politicians, and for what? He is not gaining money, or fame, or status. No one knows who he is. He is just helping because he can.

• Would he agree to be interviewed if you was a hostage in a bank robbery? A bank robbery happens at least once a week, so maybe...

• What you didn't expect was that, well, it would work. Not that you really was a hostage just to get a interview with Batman, you were just trying to solve a problem with your bank manager and then one person screamed to everyone to lay on the floor and one thing lead to another and suddenly you were a hostage.

• The only thing everyone need to do was to lay down in silence but what did a women just did? Yes, she runaway. While crying. Really loud. Obviously it wouldn't work, but it did start a clutter. You felt one of the thieves lifting you by your hair and demanding to everyone to shut up or they would start killing people.

• And then Batman came in. And he was... wow. He jumped into the bank by a windown, crushing a thief and fighting with two others near. The man holding you started to walk backwards, yelling something to his gang. They did fought back but who would win against Batman? When remained just the man holding you and Batman, he did threatened to kill you. But with just one move Batman threw his bat shapped blade and the thief fell back, already unconscious.

• You would have fallen to the ground if it wasn't for him. You may be dead if it wasnt for him. Batman was more than just a guy with a mask. He was a hero. Your hero. And when he asked you, with that rough and deep voice that chills you to the bones, if you were hurt... of course you said the only thing that no one with a good mental health would say.

• "Are you interested in giving an interview to Gotham Broadcasting Company?"

• Bruce Wayne is prepared to everything and everyone. He is ready to defeat any hero or villain. He knows how to use all kinds of weapons, and how to transform anything into a weapon. Bruce knows all types of combat styles, is polyglot and is can manage his family enterprises. And yet, that took him by surprise.

• Batman didn't answer you, not with words at least. Because that night, trying to sleep but failing miserably, you could still hear his laugh. And it was enough. At least by now.

• If only you could imagine that, at same time you were hearing his surprised laugh on your bedroom filled with moving boxes, Bruce Wayne was thinking about giving an interview to Gotham Broadcasting Company.

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BATMAN AND ROBIN 2023 #1 (Take 6 (yes))

(im not writing this as i go since ive already read the issue before. ill also be mentioning gotham war since this takes place during it (just a warning for spoilers!))

i just noticed the bat and robin on the cover! so cute

OH........(just noticed this too) that doesn't look good

look at them goofing off n having fun

this is cute but the way bruce acts here and in gotham war is so jarring its kinda funny

bruce in batman #137: can't stand my fake ass family

bruce in b&r: me and my son damian 🤗

bruce is in his "local dilf in the area" era rn

damian having talia's mannerism that bruce noticed is so <3

and here its confirmed that this takes place during gotham war. not sure how to feel about that

STILL INSANE OVER THIS baby first self insert fanfic

damian went from drawing hyper realistic gore vent art to anime eyes in the corner

i think it'd be fun if we see damian write more as the story goes on. like him daydreaming n doodling in class

wonder if theres any meaning with damian putting talia as a hero n bruce as a criminal here...or maybe its just a "totally original character do not steal" thing

you dont say bruce 🙄

"the last few years"?? pretty sure the events shown there all happened not even in 2 years since damian turned 14 around the start of the lazarus tournament

also why are alfred n talia not shown there? alfred's death has huge impact on damian (he literally hallucinated him) n talia was there as much as ra's

i dont like how damian looks here but that white connor should be a crime

"thats enough emotions for tonight father" [slams door]

i wonder why damian is staying with bruce tho (outside of making this book exist) didn't bruce n talia had a custody battle moment™ n damian's like "nah i have my own life (is literally 14)"

HELL YEAH MY BOY CAN COOK

he's quoting alfred ohhh im gonna sob

this is kinda embarrassing for bruce...like ur son is finally living with you again n he's the one up early cooking?? sir u better step up

aw he's making tea the way alfred did

*squints* did bruce get his hand back? thats a pretty normal looking hand to me

did damian's comment on it in batman #137 made bruce think "shit i cant give damian any ideas of getting a robot hand" n he just. magically grow it back

[GLASS SHATTERING SOUND]

gotham...heights? n. not gotham academy? no maps? no damian joining her dnd team?? no detective club finally hanging out with damian??

ik damian got expelled from gotham academy BUT. WHY

okay? whats the point if he's not going to the same school that his friend went to?

interesting how damian fantasize for a normal life in robin 2021 (with him liking the mundanity of shoujo manga) n now that bruce is offering him that he's rejecting it (or maybe he just rly don't like school which is. fair enough)

wellll just cuz we're not getting maps n the detective club doesn't mean damian's other friends arent showing up right? RIGHT? (maya plz come home)

THE ROBIN MOBILEEE it looks so ridiculous i love it

HOLD ON. DOES THIS CAR HAVE NO SEAT BELTS?? BRUCE UR LETTING THIS SLIDE?

ik that thing is rly loud too damian waking up the whole neighborhood here

not rumors abt the batfam fighting getting spread around?? this is so embarrassing omg

am i the only one getting gotham academy flashbacks here? with killer croc n the trio with the fox shark n bird masks

they're very comfortable with calling eachother father n son while in suits huh. ig everyone in gotham knows that batman is a dilf (who's beefing with his adult children) now

not much to say abt the rest: bruce got shot with something n now bats are attacking him

end thoughts: i hope with all the focus on animals here means that we're getting damian's pets back soon n that gotham war wont affect this book much since i rly want to see damian interact with his siblings again. also is it just me or does the day scenes looks very bright? saturated? it kinda hurts for me to read idk. the night scenes r pretty tho

next issue is damian's first day on his new school that is not gotham academy but im still excited for it! (coping)

bonus bestie corner

#damian wayne #bruce wayne #batman and robin 2023 #FINALLY tumblr keeps posting it while im editing it but its done yippee #this is inspired by makeste bnh/a liveblogs! i remember how much fun it was reading them that i wanna try it with b&r #tho i dont think i could ever write as much for a single issue...#still figuring out how i want to do this

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Bruclark Week Day 4: Everybody Can See It But Them

Alternative title: Not NOT a date night

OR: that one bridal carry fic I promised to do months ago. Thanks @bruclarkweek for making me keep that promise :3

“No,” Bruce says firmly. He’s trying his best not to wince as he puts weight on his bad foot. It’s a matter of principle. It’s nothing an icepack and one of Alfred’s cocktails won’t fix. If only he can get Clark to back off; but of course, Superman doesn’t leave anyone behind. Even if that someone wants to be left behind.

“B-” Clark shuts his mouth and starts over when Bruce glares at him. They have codenames for a reason. “Batman, come on."

“I said no.” It’s like trying to convince a wall to go for a walk. Clark isn’t budging. But neither is Bruce – and they both know which one of them is more stubborn. Although, judging from the hard set of Clark’s eyes, it’s going to be an evenly matched fight today. Bruce doesn’t have the patience for this; he’s in pain.

“Your foot is very clearly broken,” Clark says as he mirrors Bruce’s stance. He looks very Superman-y with his arms crossed over his chest. And he can put his entire weight on both his feet. The asshole.

“Don't x-ray me, it's a sprain,” Bruce grumbles as he tries to shift discreetly on his feet. Clark’s eyes zero in on his foot instantly and if it wouldn’t actually get broken from it, Bruce would’ve kicked him in the shin. Stupid invulnerability.

“Either way you shouldn't walk on it!” Clark exclaims. He instantly closes his mouth like he didn’t mean to speak so loudly, and Bruce knows him well enough to know that he didn’t. He’s frustrated and it’s not like there’s anybody who can hear him, but of course Clark feels bad. He doesn’t like yelling.

Bruce doesn’t care if he yells loud enough to alert the entire planet. Let Clark be frustrated; it doesn’t change the fact that Bruce will not give in. He’s not a child; he doesn’t need help. He’s never needed help (the kids don’t count), he has 20 years of experience doing this sort of thing. Okay, perhaps the giant alien creatures aren’t exactly an every-day thing, but he’s adapting.

“That's not up to you,” he says instead of voicing all his thoughts. There’s no reason to cause a scene and he knows Clark would catch onto the ‘no help needed’ thing instantly. God, you have one or two (or five or six) sidekicks and suddenly you’re not considered to be working alone.

“Oh, so my teammate's wellbeing isn't something I should care about?” Clark asks, sarcasm dripping from his voice. It’s not like him to be this pushy. Or well, maybe it is.

“That's-”

“I should just leave you here then,” Clark says as he throws his hands up in mock defeat. “I know your comm is busted, you can't call A- agent A for help.”

Bruce doesn't comment on yet another close call of those codenames. He knows Clark is merely worked up. Which is also why Clark is interrupting him; poor Martha Kent, all her parenting is thrown out the window the second Clark gets worked up. Bruce elegantly avoids looking too closely at the fact that 9 out of 10 times it’s his fault that Clark is upset.

“I'll figure something out,” he responds, despite Clark’s point being valid. His comm is more or less busted, Alfred won’t look for him for hours seeing as he’s out on a League mission and he’s usually safe on those. As safe as one can be when you’re battling aliens and super villains.

“You'll do no such thing,” Clark huffs. “You'll hopple to the bat mobile - which by the way is five miles away - and then try to drive home with that broken-”

“Sprained.”

“-foot, and you'll have made it even worse and yet still refuse anybody's help and you'll be in constant pain for the next several months because you're too stubborn to take the help you're being offered.” Clark ends his speech with a triumphant what-do-you-say-to-that look. He should know better by now.

“I can make it to the car,” Bruce insists. He’s starting to feel the ache all the way up to his knee which is never a good sign. He doesn’t shift his weight onto his good foot though, that would be admitting defeat.

“Oh, I don’t doubt it,” Clark huffs. “But you’ll put extra strain on your already b- injured foot. You can’t see the damage; I can. You’ll tear a ligament and you’ll be forced to take a break from patrolling, is that really what you want?”

“Do you always take your lectures this far?” Bruce mutters, most of his stubbornness being replaced with exhaustion. Why is Clark always so worried about him? He’s a grown man, this is ridiculous.

“Only when talking to stubborn asshats,” Clark retorts.

Bruce doesn’t comment on Clark’s attempt at cursing him. It’s always weird hearing Clark curse, but mostly because he’s not very good at it. Martha must be a proud mother on this front, but it leaves Clark’s name calling with something to be desired.

“Would you rather I contact the rest of the League?” Clark asks when Bruce doesn’t respond. He points towards the nearby city, where the spoke is still rising towards the sky from their latest mission. “Have them come here when they’re done cleaning up the city?”

“You-”

“It’s not like Diana would rather actually go home and rest; it’s not like Wally has a day-time job and I’m sure they’d gladly throw everything in their hands to come help you to your car-”

“Alright, alright,” Bruce mumbles in defeat. “I get it.”

Clark obviously knows him too well. There’s no reason to trigger his already huge pile of guilt by dragging the others into this.

“Do you?” Clark asks and he looks really pissed.

“Yes,” Bruce says with a roll of his eyes. “I would like help getting to my car.”

Clark doesn’t move.

“I would like help getting to my car, please.”

“That’s better.” He’s more bark than bite and in the blink of an eye he’s stopped frowning and he’s back to being bright and smile-y. Bruce almost despises him for it – if not for the fact that Clark is everything Bruce wants to be as a person. Bright and warm and heroic. Something special, someone strong. Someone worthy.

Clark reaches a hand to grab at Bruce’s legs and Bruce jerks away. He lands on his bad foot and nearly falls over. He grabs Clark’s shoulder for support and can’t keep the pain entirely off his face. Thank God he’s still wearing the cowl; at least Clark can’t see his eyes.

“Are you okay?” Clark asks worriedly.

“Can’t you just carry me normally?” Bruce ignores his question.

“Normally?” Clark sighs. “Br- Batman. You’re a grown man, a human man. I can’t just grab your arm and fly off. Do you want me to throw you over my shoulder or can we do this my way?”

The mere thought of being seen thrown over Superman’s shoulder like a sack of potatoes has Bruce want to die of mortification. He gathers his cape and then crosses his arms over his chest again. He’s not going to actually choose out loud. Clark will have to read his body language. Clark does, obviously, because he always knows exactly what Bruce means which isn’t usually annoying (it works well on missions), but today everything Clark does is annoying. Bruce might be in more pain than he’s willing to admit.

Clark reaches for Bruce’s legs once again and since Bruce doesn’t resist this time, he swiftly lifts him up into his arms. Bruce ignores the swoop in his stomach at how easily Clark manhandles him. He’s not fourteen anymore, he shouldn’t feel giddy at having a strong guy being able to carry him. He’s also trying not to feel silly, being carried like a newlywed bride. Maybe the potato sack position would’ve been better, after all.

Clark taps his communicator and opens the link to the League. At least Bruce can still listen in, although there’s a lot of crackly on the line. He’ll live.

“I’ll make sure Batman gets to the batmobile and then I’ll come help you guys,” he says.

“Of course,” Diana’s response comes at the same time Wally’s does: “Of course, you will. Why not just leave that thing so you can keep cuddling all the way home?”

There’s a very audible slap, followed by an “Ow!” and Bruce is forever grateful for Diana’s everything. He’s also feeling slightly humiliated which isn’t a good look on a man in his forties. He harrumphs and shuffles further into Clark’s arms – just to be able to cross his arms tighter, obviously! He does not, in fact frown, despite what Clark’s stupid grin is saying. Bruce actively avoids meeting Clark’s eyes. He knows he’ll find more joy and teasing in them, and he can’t take any more of his brightness right now.

“Flash is right,” Diana says. “Take Batman home, we will take care of the rest.”

“What about the batmobile?” Clark asks. He’s already lifting off the ground.

“Can’t you just pick that up in your other hand?” Wally suggests with a laugh, which is then promptly followed by another “ow!”

“Flash will make sure it gets to the cave in one piece.”

“What?!” There’s a small pause where no doubt Diana is glaring at Wally before his voice comes through the comm again: “I’ll make sure it gets home safely.”

Bruce opens his mouth to object – Wally is not driving his car anywhere! – but Clark chooses that moment to shoot off into the sky (probably on purpose, the jerk).

“Thanks, guys!” Clark says before disconnecting.

“You can’t seriously be letting him drive my car,” Bruce shouts over the air flying past them. He’s about to move his cape up to cover the lower part of his face when Clark does it for him.

“It’s just a car, Bruce,” he says, because he can. They’re in the air, nobody can hear them past the noise of the wind. He’s taking advantage of the situation and he knows it. Bruce can’t even be mad at him.

“It’s my car,” he mutters but turns his head into Clark’s shoulder. The wind’s cold and he’s already given up most of his dignity – what’s a little more? It’s not like Clark will hold this against him either way.

They arrive at the cave twenty minutes later. It’s the longest it’s taken Clark to get anywhere since… ever. At least that’s what Bruce tells him. Clark says it’s because he doesn’t want Bruce to be entirely frozen by the time they got there, while Bruce argues that Clark just likes to torture him and prolonging his suffering several hundred feet in the air is Clark’s dark side rearing its ugly head.

It’s obviously about the cold, although the chance to have Bruce close is always nice. Not that Clark’s going to tell Bruce that; he likes being alive, thank you very much. It’s just that Bruce isn’t exactly touchy-feely and Clark… is. With some people. With Bruce, mostly. Having a best friend who knows everything about you has that effect on people though, it’s not just Clark being weird. He thinks.

Clark foregoes the cave floor and flies through and up the stairs, so Bruce has no excuse to sit at the computer and work instead of getting treatment for his ankle.

“The med bay’s in the cave,” Bruce mutters, because of course he knows what Clark is doing. He always does. He’s too clever for his own good – either of their own goods – sometimes. It doesn’t stop him from faux mind-reading everything else in Clark’s head. “I can bandage my own foot, Clark.”

“Well, I’m sure Alfred won’t mind doing it for you up here. Where you can rest.”

“I’m not a child,” Bruce objects but there’s no real heat to his words. He’s already given up on fighting Clark, which is a good thing, because Bruce may be the more stubborn of the two of them, but not when it comes to his own health. Clark knows how to play Bruce just as well as Bruce knows how to play Clark. Nearly a decade of friendship will do that to two guys.

“Stop acting like one then and let me go get Alfred.”

Bruce doesn’t answer which means Clark has won. It’s nice to be able to read Bruce without seeing his actual face. Speaking of…

“And take the cowl off, you’re not on a mission anymore.”

“Someone didn’t let me get changed in the cave, remember?” Bruce taunts. He’s probably thinking it’ll get him a free pass to the cave, but Clark knows better than to take that obvious bait.

“Well,” Clark says and super speeds them to Bruce’s bedroom. He dumps him (carefully) on the bed. “You can change now, here. I’ll wait.” He stands in front of the door for good measure.

“Pervert,” Bruce accuses when Clark doesn’t turn around, but he does as he’s told.

It turns out it’s a good thing Clark doesn’t turn around because Bruce nearly falls over trying to get his uniform off. He really can’t support his weight on his foot at all anymore and Clark feels awful. It’s not really his fault but he hates it when Bruce gets hurt on mission. It always leaves him feeling like he could’ve done more. Should’ve done more.

“Stop blaming yourself,” Bruce mutters as Clark helps him out of his undershirt. Of course, he picks up on Clark’s silent misery. “This isn’t on you.”

“Feels like it,” Clark says softly, looking over the many cuts and bruises on Bruce’s torso. He’s hurt so often, so much, and he still keeps going. Clark doesn’t know how he does it.

“I know.” Bruce’s voice in gentle in a way it only is when it’s just the two of them. When they’re somewhere safe and he can’t help but wanting to make Clark feel better. It’s been happening a lot more often recently. “Doesn’t make it true though.”

“Are you really comforting me when you’re the one who’s hurt?” Clark asks, trying for a smile.

“Are you really helping me take my socks off?” Bruce counters.

“Alright, okay, I’ll get Alfred,” Clark says and this time the smile is real. “Call when you need help getting down the stairs, okay?”

Bruce doesn’t answer because he doesn’t want to agree to needing help. Clark lets him have this one. He’ll notice when Bruce needs help. He’s not nearly as quiet as he thinks he is when he’s in pain. Besides, who can’t hear an old man hoppling down the stairs?

Alfred is in the kitchen with Tim and Jason. Clark can hear Dick’s heartbeat somewhere else in the manor and he knows Damian has art classes on Thursdays. The thought has something warm and safe settling in his stomach. Bruce’s family is safe and close by. He’s going to be just fine.

“Alfred,” Clark says with a nod of his head and Alfred sends him a small smile as he stirs something on the stove.

“Hi Clark,” Tim greets without looking up.

“Hey Tim.”

“Is it date night already?” There’s teasing tilt to his smile.

Clark laughs. “No, your- Bruce got injured today.” He always has to make sure not to call Bruce their dad, but especially Tim. It’s a touchy subject and Clark doesn’t want to cause any issues between the kids and Bruce.

“What else is new?” Comes from besides the fridge.

“Hello Jason, nice to see you,” Clark says earnestly. It’s not often that he gets to see Jason at the manor, but he clearly still feels at home here. He’s shoving a cookie into his mouth even as he speaks.

“Supes,” he says with a mock salute from his seat on the counter. He’s watching over Alfred’s cooking and Clark has never seen anyone else allowed this close when he cooks. It says something about the bond the two share.

Clark is surprised over and over again by how calm and collected Jason seems these days. He really doesn’t mind how he has taken a liking to the nickname Bruce uses for him in the field. Not all the time, obviously, this is Batman we’re talking about, but often enough that apparently Jason has heard it enough to grab onto it.

It’s better than ‘alien’ anyhow.

“Are you staying for dinner, Master Kent?” Alfred asks.

“Alfred, please, I’ve told you a million times-”

“Let it be a million times more, Master Kent,” he interrupts gently but firmly. “So. Dinner?”

“If it’s alright with Bruce-” Clark starts. He doesn’t want to step on any toes and maybe Bruce would like a quiet evening with his family. Although if Clark leaves, he’s pretty sure Bruce will just limp into the cave to do some bat-work, even if he can’t physically go on patrol.

“Of course, it’s alright with Master Bruce,” Alfred says with a small huff. It’s the closest he’ll come to rolling his eyes at anyone outside the family.

“Yeah, B would have you move in yesterday if he had his way,” Tim comments.

“Oh, uh,” Clark says because he really doesn’t know what to say to that. He knows he’s been over a lot these past few months but if he’s outstayed his welcome somehow, he wishes Bruce would’ve told him so.

“Tim,” Bruce’s voice calls from the doorway. He doesn’t look happy per se, but he’s not truly angry either. He’s dressed in sweats and a t-shirt; it’s a look Clark loves on him. It makes him looks so soft and comfortable, even with that almost-frown on his face. Also, how did he get down the stairs on his own?

“Bruce,” Clark says with a frown. “I told you to call for me.”

“And I told you I’m fine,” Bruce says with a wave of his hand. “Shouldn’t you boys be getting ready for patrol?”

“Shouldn’t you be getting ready for the wedding?” Jason shoots back even as he hops off the counter. “Timmy wants to be a flower girl.”

“You want to be a flower girl!” Tim calls as he chases Jason out of the kitchen. He’s still a few inches too short to keep up with Jason’s 6 feet, but that doesn’t stop him from trying to tackle his big brother in the hallway.

Bruce mutters something under his breath that even Clark can’t make out (it could be “children”, although Clark can’t be sure because he’s sort of busy looking over Bruce’s ankle while he’s not being watched – it’s a sprain as Bruce said) but Alfred chuckles warmly.

“What are we going to do with them?”

“I suggest proposing,” Alfred says. Clark gets the distinct feeling that the bat boys have some on-going joke running. And that joke includes Alfred, but Alfred always knows something Clark doesn’t, so that’s nothing new.

“I need the compression bandages,” Bruce says like Alfred hasn’t just spoken. That’s how he has conversations most of the time. Ignore and continue; it works with some people but usually not Alfred. He seems to let this one go, though.

“Master Kent, would you be so kind?” Alfred asks and Clark instantly nods. He knows where they are and he’s back before Alfred has time to bring the heat down on the stove. “Perhaps you’d do me the favor of applying the bandage as well? I’m awfully late picking Master Damian up.”

“Oh, yes, of course,” Clark says. He’s seen Alfred do this enough times to be able to do it himself. He thinks. “Go get Damian, I’ll take care of Bruce.”

“I don’t doubt it, Master Kent.”

Alfred leaves shortly after and despite Bruce’s protests (“I can bandage my own damn foot, Clark!”), Clark finally gets him to sit down in the living room long enough to get his ankle wrapped up properly.

“How long do you think it’ll take before Alfred stops calling me Master Kent?” Clark asks conversationally as he wraps the bandage around Bruce’s foot and then up his ankle.

“Forever, probably,” Bruce says. He quickly mellows out at Clark’s pouting face. “If it helps, he refers to you as Master Clark when you’re not here.”

“Why won’t he do that to me though?”

“Respect,” Bruce instantly says. “This is how he is, Clark. Give it a few more months and he’ll come around. It’s not like he calls me Bruce much.”

“But he does call you Master Bruce more than Master Wayne,” Clark points out.

“Not when we’re in public,” Bruce reminds him. “At home, yes. I’ve known him for quite a bit longer than you have though.”

“He likes me better,” Clark teases as he secures the end of the bandage. He gets kicked in the shoulder by Bruce’s other foot as a thank you.

“He does,” Bruce laughs, despite his actions. “Who wouldn’t?”

“You’re being too hard on yourself again,” Clark says as he sits down next to Bruce on the couch. “Even if you are right about me being fantastic.”

“I don’t think I used that word.”

“It was implied.”

“Of course, my bad,” Bruce laughs, and a quiet happiness settles in the bottom of Clark’s stomach. He loves making Bruce laugh. “Are you staying?”

“Alfred already made up a bed for me,” Clark says in lieu of answering.

“A bed?” Bruce raises an eyebrow and he’s not even trying to hide the smirk on his face.

“Fine, he made my bed.” Because somehow in the last few months Clark has stayed over a lot and Alfred feels bad that he doesn’t have a room of his own. Or just a proper place to sleep when he’s there. Clark always tells him he’s alright with a couch or just flying home, but Alfred insists. The kids usually roll their eyes and say he’s going to sneak out of his room anyway, so why bother making his bed? Clark still hasn’t quite figured out where they think he goes, although he has had to leave a few nights because of trouble in Metropolis. He is Superman, after all. “I didn’t ask him to, B.”

“I know you didn’t, he makes it every night,” Bruce says with a shrug.

“Do you think he’s trying to tell us something?” Clark asks carefully. He’s not going to over-step or push anything. He’s barely sure of his own feelings, he’s not going to put pressure on Bruce to know his.

“Who knows with Alfred?” Bruce shrugs again. “So. Tea and a movie?”

“I’ll get the blankets,” Clark says as he jumps off the couch.

Because Clark knows where those are too. In fact, Bruce has three homemade blankets from Clark’s mother and they’re on the top of the blanket pile. The kids fight over who gets to use them, but tonight both Bruce and Clark are wrapped in the soft material as they sip their tea and watch mindless movies.

Bruce falls asleep halfway through the second one; head falling to rest on Clark’s shoulder and Clark shuffles down into the couch a little further to make sure he doesn’t hurt his neck. If his shuffling brings him a little closer to Bruce too, well, nobody has to know.

#superbat fanfiction #misha writes #bruclarkweek2022 #Clark Kent/bruce wayne #Superman/Batman #lord this turned fluffy #are all of my bruclark week fics just fluffy crack fics?#maybe

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this-is-all-unreal · 11 months

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My Dear Friend

Part 3

Part 2

Part 1 and summary

I tucked myself as far under the desk as possible. As the men spoke.

"You sure you want to adopt another kid? You just met her and you just adopted Tim."

"Dick, just wait till you meet her. She needs some help. 5 families in 3 years she needs some stability and I have all the resources she could ever need."

"If you are set on this I know I can't stop you I'm just worried. You probably scared the hell out of her with the suit."

"I don't know about that. Just meet her and you'll see what I mean. Come on, we can change once we are down there. I just left her. She should still be sl-" he stops speaking abruptly. I hear some shuffling and then I hear the office doors close. My heart begins to pound. I didn't even have any time to process the adoption comment. Maybe they left, why would he just stop talking like that? I slowly crawl out from the desk but before I could make much progress I feel someone jump on me. I scream at the top of my lungs as I try to buck him off of me. I'm not sure but I think we rolled a few times over each other. I even heard a laugh come from my attacker.

"Cut it out you two." I hear as I'm flipped on my back. I pant staring up at a tall man in a fancy suit. I blink for a few seconds before sitting up to see a man, no maybe he's a boy. He was younger than the taller man. He was chuckling. He was the one who attacked me. I pushed myself away from him.

"Sorry about that. I was trying to grab you but I thought we were playing." He said as he sat on his knees in front of me. "I'm Dick." He adds as he holds his hand out to me. How on earth did he think we were playing? I was screaming for my life. I look at his hand and stand up. I press myself against the wall behind me wishing I could melt into it.

"Margaret, do you know who I am?" The taller man asked.

"It's Batman. Batman is rich? I guess that makes sense."

"B-batman" I squeaked out looking up at him. He almost looked surprised but smiled.

"That's right." He says. He looked proud. "I wouldn't have left you down there alone if I thought you were going to wake up anytime soon. You only slept for an hour." He looked back at the grandfather clock hatch. "How did you get out?" He asked as he touched the bent exposed metal of the frame of the hidden door.

"Felix did it. I didn't know he was going to." I say quickly not wanting to be blamed for it.

"Who's Felix? And how did he break that thing open?" Dick says as he points to the hatch.

"It's alright Margaret. It all can be fixed. Well now that we are meeting officially face to face, I'm Bruce Wayne." Bruce holds his hand out to me with a small smile. I knew that name somehow. My stomach growled loud enough I knew they had to hear it and I was reminded how hungry I was. "You probably are hungry. You were down there for almost a day and Arkham isn't known for its food. Follow me. This is a good opportunity to show you the kitchen." Bruce said as he started to open the doors and walk out. Dick got up and followed him. I waited for a second trying to make sense of it all meanwhile Felix was screaming at me about the circus. He picks the most random things to fixate on.

I soon walk with them out into the hall. It was like something out of a movie. The ceiling was high and the long rug on the floor was probably the most expensive looking thing I had ever seen. We pasted many busts and paintings of people who looked just as fancy as the house. As I walked I could feel Felix tailing close behind. He wasn't going to miss a moment of this. We reached a kitchen the size of the last home I was put into. There was an old man standing at the oven with his back to us.

"Alfred, this is Margaret. I told you about her." Bruce says as the gray haired man turns around to greet us. He had an apron on that said kiss the chef.

"Oh hello Miss Margaret nice to meet you." He says before turning back to the meal he was making. "Do you like steak?" He asks.

"Yes." I say shortly. In truth I don't think I had ever had steak before but of course I knew what it was.

"Well good it should be done soon. Take a seat." He said motioning to the long line of stools at the bar. It almost looked like it could be a diner. I climbed up one of the stools as Bruce and Dick followed. I wasn't sure how to react. I didn't know if I should trust any of this.

"You look bored. Just wait till Tim gets home from school. He's around your age and he has lots of game consoles. You guys will get along great." Dick says as he leans on the counter to look past Bruce.

"Will Master Jason be joining us for lunch?" Alfred asked Bruce as he started to lay down plates in front of us. I stared down at my plate. I wasn't even sure if any of this was real. I have had very vivid hallucinations before. Maybe I'm still at Arkham in a bed drooling on myself.

"Just put his lunch in the oven. He is probably still sleeping." Bruce responds. A well done steak is placed on my plate, the smell pulled me from my thoughts. I grabbed the fork and knife and started to try and cut my steak. Without saying anything Bruce took his knife and fork and started to cut up the steak. I should feel embarrassed I needed help cutting a steak but I was too hungry to argue. He cut some pieces up and then started to eat his own food. I gave him a small grin before trying mine. It was incredible. I thought with how hard cutting it was it would be hard to chew but it practically melted in my mouth I smiled and started to eat quicker.

"This is great as usual Alfred." Dick said in between chews.

"It's just something I whipped up. He said as he spooned some potatoes onto our plates. I wasn't sure if he was a butler or a chef but he seemed really nice.

"What nice people, what do they want with you?" I ignored him as I continued to eat. This food was probably the best I have ever had. While I worked on the potatoes Bruce cut up the last bit of steak.

I finished my food first. With a full stomach I could think better and my mind came back to what they were talking about in the office. Adopt I didn't want to be adopted. Could he even do that? Should I bring it up? Before I could say anything Bruce began to speak.

"You really do like steak. Well that's good. Great source of protein. Do you want to see the family room next?" He asked as he cleaned his mouth on a cloth napkin. I stare at him blankly. I wish I could say what I was thinking but it was like I couldn't speak at all let alone say anything useful. "You will like it." He said as he stepped off the stool and thanked Alfred before ushering me through two large double doors.

"Wait up guys!" I heard Dick yell from the kitchen. The walk seemed so long. Each room was more extravagant than the last. Finally we reached a huge room filled with books and sofas. There was a flat screen up on the wall and under it must be the game consoles Dick was talking about. There were even toys in a fancy wooden box and smaller easels with art supplies on the table and a yoga mat of some kind. The windows were ceiling to floor just like the offices.

"What do you like to do? We have something for everyone." Dick says as he runs and jumps on one of the sofas. He grabbed the remote and turned on the TV. A loud gun fight was playing on the TV when it switched on. I screamed and turned around to look at it horrified. He fumbled with the remote as he tried to turn it down. "Sorry sorry! Must have been Jason in here last." He said with a chuckle. I looked back at Bruce. He was already looking at me.

"Go on, make yourself at home." He said as he walked to the other sofa and sat down. I slowly walked over to the box of toys. Maybe he has younger kids as well. Dick was way too old for these and if Tim was my age he's too old for them as well. Maybe Jason is younger. I grabbed a turtle figuring. I held onto it as I moved to the bookshelves. I never was a big reader but some of these books looked so old.

"Now's your chance ask Dick about the circus. Go on he loves them!" I looked at Dick who seemed distracted by the movie. "No go ahead he will be so happy about it. Haly's was his favorite as a boy."

"Hey Dick? What's so special about the Haly's circus? Does it have elephants?" I knew I was tricked as soon as I saw his face.

"Excuse me?" He asked as he looked back at Bruce then to me again.

"Dick, she-" Bruce was interrupted by Dick.

"What do you know about it?" I stood there frozen. Felix was laughing as I racked my brain trying to think how to make it better.

"I um Felix said you liked them." I said which only made my friend laugh even harder. My face got hot as I felt myself become embarrassed.

"It's alright Margaret." Bruce said as Dick turned and looked at him. He had a look of betrayal.

"Yeah it's alright. I'm just gonna go to my room." He said quickly changing his face back to the more cheerful one he had all day. He got up and left.

"I'm sorry I thought he liked the circus. Felix said he did."

"It's okay. He does like the circus. It's just a bittersweet place for him. So this Felix, you said he knows stuff? How does he know these things?" Bruse asked

"I think he just kinda knows. I never asked. He used to not lie so much though." I say as I look down at my feet feeling guilty for listening. "Sometimes it's hard not to listen to him. Before I know it I'm doing what he said."

"Like an intrusive thought?"

"I guess he gets mad sometimes if I don't listen as well." I look back up at Bruce. He looked like he was thinking.

"When did he start lying?"

"When the Jeffersons gave me back."

"I see, that was the family who raised you right?" I nod, I try not to think about them. Whenever I do Felix gets agitated. "Do you think he misses them?" Bruce asked

"No, he's mad at them. He said it's all my fault but he says that alot."

"And Felix has been with you your whole life?"

"I think so. Mrs. Jefferson said he was my imaginary friend but he doesn't feel imaginary. He feels more real than anything else sometimes. He is real." I say as I clench the toy turtle tighter in my hand.

"I understand he feels real but is he?" Bruce asks but as he does a pair of kid scissors come flying at his head. He ducks and they stab into the wall behind him.

"I'm sorry I'm sorry he didn't mean it!" I say running behind Bruce and grabbing the scissors. I hold them close to my chest so Felix wouldn't try and take them back. Bruce turns around to look at me. He's so calm for someone who almost lost their eye.

"Okay Felix I understand you are real. I was just making sure. It was rude of me to press the issue." Bruce says to the air as he sits back in his seat. He didn't seem scared or like he was trying to appease Felix. I slowly walk back in front of him and push the scissors under the sofa seat as I sit down. "Does Felix need food, a bed or clothes?" Bruce asks me with a straight face. Not a hint of mockery. I shake my head no

"He doesn't like food and I don't think he needs sleep. I have never noticed him sleeping.

"Well that's easy enough. Any toys or games he likes?"

"He's not a child."

"I thought you couldn't see him?"

"Sometimes in my dreams I can."

"What does he look like?" He leaned forward, interested in the answer. I went to answer but the words wouldn't leave my mouth. I just shook my head. I looked down at the turtle in my hand and smiled as I set him on my knee.

"Do you like turtles? That was mine when I was a boy. There should be a whole set of reptile figurines in there." Bruce says with a grin. I was thankful he could pick up on that I wasn't able to tell him, I couldn't really talk about what Felix looks like.

"I do like turtles. They are cute. I like that anywhere they go, they have a home. They are lucky little critters."

"That's true I never thought of it like that. Speaking of homes, have you thought about where you will go after we sort this all out?" I shrug. He had to know I heard him and Dick talking about adoption.

"Real subtle. Tell this freak you're not interested Margaret. I wanna leave."

"I heard you and Dick talking when I was hiding in your office. I don't want to live here. I just want to be left alone." I say as I look away from him. Bruce nods like he understands. He puts his hands in his lap and wrings them together as he thinks. He almost looked sorry.

"He's already made the calls. We're never leaving this prison." I try to stay calm as Felix runs through the worst outcomes possible.

"The problem is Margaret, I have already contacted the adoption agency. The paperwork is being pushed through as we speak. I was hoping you'd like it here and ask to stay." Bruce said in an empathic voice. The remote was thrown at the wall so hard it shattered into pieces. My head felt like it was going to explode. I put my head in my hands and pressed on it, scared it would burst like a dam. "I know you are upset but I also know you will be happier here, safe. We can protect you, you can be a norm-"

"Stop talking!" My voice almost didn't sound like my own. I felt like my throat was closing but it didn't matter, I couldn't take a breath anyway. More things started to fly in Bruce's direction. I felt tears roll down my face. I didn't want him to be hurt but I was so mad he did this. I could hear Felix talking. I wasn't sure what he was saying. "Why would you do that! Leave me alone! Get out!" I wasn't sure where that voice was coming from. It wasn't mine, it was too deep, too raspy but it was my words. I felt a hand rest on my shoulder. I looked up and Bruce had stood up and was looking down at me completely calm as many of the items in the room spun around the room circling.

"You do what you have to but I'm not going to leave you alone like this." He batted away the occasional object that broke free from the circle. I looked away from him trying to calm myself down as Felix continued his fit. I rubbed my eyes trying to dry my tears. I choked back a few sobs as the circle of projectiles slowed and fell to the ground.

"I don't want to stay here." I say in a whimper of a voice.

"I understand. We will work it all out. The weather is going to get bad tonight, there's going to be a lot of snow. I'd feel better knowing you weren't wandering the street cold or worse." He said as he put his hand on my head to fix my hair a bit. I couldn't argue with that. I couldn't stand being cold. One night won't hurt. I nod still sniffling.

"I'm sorry about the mess." The room was in shambles.

"It's okay, just needs to be picked up a bit. Do you want to help me clean it up?" He asked as he kneel down and started by handing me the small toy turtle. I grabbed it and nodded. We slowly picked up what we could. Some things broke. I felt so bad, something like that normally doesn't hit me so fast. I wouldn't let Felix know this but Bruce almost made me feel brave enough to tell Felix off. I foolishly thought he could somehow stop him. I love my friend and don't want him to leave but he can be scary.

Looking at Bruce now without the mask he seems so normal. No one would ever guess what he did at night. His eyes even change when he's Batman. He's completely unrecognizable.

The room was mostly clean now. Some time had passed and we sat in the family room in silence together. It was nice, I was thankful he didn't seem phased by any of it. Part of me wondered how much he could handle. Would he really want me around if I cried all night and kept everyone awake, or if I locked myself away for days. What if Felix hurts me. Can he be so unflinching if Felix hurts one of his other children. I don't see how he can justify the risk for a complete stranger like me.

#dc comics #bruce wayne #platonic batman #slight yandere #yandere batfam #oc stuff #alfred pennyworth #fanfic

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imagine--if · 2 years

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Soft yandere Eddie with a reader who he first meets when he's taking out a corrupt official. She was his secretary and at the wrong place at the wrong time so she ends up being temporarily abducted as a hostage until his plan is complete. "I'm so sorry princess I just can't risk anything going wrong." He ends up falling in love with her within literally 20 minutes. "It's alright sweet thing you won't have to work for a pig like him ever again 🥰." Reader ends up in his lap being smothered with cuddles and kisses when the reality of the situation sinks in and she gets homesick

A/N: Hehe I love this idea, I don't realise how much I get into writing these until my eyes water from how wide they are 😂 Only have two exams left now thank god, so I'll be able to keep on top of matchups and more requests and stuff 💚

Pairing: Dano!Riddler x reader (The Batman 2022)

Warnings: Descriptions of violence, obsessive loving Riddler, kidnapping 😏

Words: 1270

It had all happened in a blur. The banging and clattering of that metallic weapon, bouncing off your boss' skull violently before it dropped, blood spattered over its silver shine. That loud, sickening sound of duct tape being pulled out, then snapped off the roll and neatly pressed over his face, bloodied, angry red words over the covering. You had seen it all through a crack in the door, originally going back to the office to drop something apparently urgent off from one of his associates.

It doesn't matter now. The man's dead.

And just as you'd recovered from trembling in horror, wide eyes and uneven muffled breaths behind your hand, you took a wobbly step back, the weak wooden tiling creaking under you and causing the murderer to look up in awareness, spotting your figure behind the door. You didn't even try to run. You were frozen to the spot in fear and shock, until the killer trapped your body against his, one arm holding your back tightly against his chest, the other hand shoving a cloth with some sort of drug soaking the material, until you flopped in his arms, unconscious.

You wake up in a dimmed, dark shabby room, pictures and papers pinned to practically every inch of the walls around you and hundreds of books stacked on shelves in complicated, messy orders. He sits opposite you, typing away on a laptop, and his green eyes seem to smile at you as you come to, eyeing him wearily, your gaze studying your unfamiliar surroundings.

He says hello, calls you by your name, friendly enough but distorted somewhat under the mask and voicebox. A hundred questions and worries whiz through your head all at once; how does he know your name? No, that's a stupid question.

"Who..." your voice starts off as a whisper, and you try again, sitting p slightly, "who are you?"

"You don't know who I am?" The masked man breathes, almost hurt. "I'm The Riddler. And, of course, I know who you are. You shouldn't be working for people like your former boss, darling. They aren't good people. But it's alright," he shakes his head, as if already dismissing a non-existent apology, "you're here now, aren't you?"

"I'm where?"

"In a safe place," The Riddler replies simply, and sighs at the look on your face. "Oh, it's okay, you're okay. I'm sorry, princess, I just... I can't afford any little obstacles right now. I know you'd never want to cause problems..."

You shake your head, hoping that'll help. "You're keeping me here?"

"For now," Riddler agrees, looking back at his computer as he closes the page and shuts it firmly. "Until my plan is complete. You won't get hurt, you aren't corrupt, so don't look so worried, hmm?"

You blink down at the bed you're sitting on, leant back against the headrest as the effects of whatever drug he'd given you wear off. You nod silently, trying to understand and accept your situation, but it's too much to take in.

And as if that isn't enough, you jump in surprise as you look up and see The Riddler closer to you now, up from his chair as he approaches you gradually, eyes taking you in behind his clear-framed glasses in curiosity and what looks like fondness.

"You are beautiful, though," he whispers with a crazed giggle, a gloved hand reaching out to ghost his fingers over your cheek, the touch so slight you barely feel it. "And you look so nervous. Do you really need protection that bad? What are you doing in Gotham, sweet thing?"

You stare at him for a moment, taken aback by his words and sudden gentle, affectionate tone. "I... I've lived here all my life."

"I've never seen you," Riddler thinks aloud, a small frown on his face. "It doesn't matter now, though, because I found you. I've got you, see! You're absolutely safe now. You don't have to work for a pig like him ever again, angel, okay?"

"I..." you nod slowly, doing nothing but watch as his fingers start toying with your hair, so curiously, sitting beside you on the bed now and leant in fairly closely. "Okay...?"

The Riddler stops his movements then, giggling at you again in amusement and adoration as he reads your expression.

"You're still so nervous, aren't you?" He coos with a grin behind his mask, and a gasp catches in your throat as he actually lifts you up and places you securely on his lap, like any normal couple would.

"There we go," he says contentedly, his arms pushing you back into him as he starts rocking you a little in his hold. "Just relax, and you'll stop feeling so worried in no time."

You hesitantly let yourself lean back in uncertain ease, and the Riddler smiles happily, rubbing his gloved hands up and down your arms. you can feel his warm breath from behind the mask, tickling your neck, and you find yourself dying to know who's under there, which everyday citizen of Gotham has kidnapped and is cradling you like a baby in their arms after such a cruel, senseless murder.

You bite your lip, thinking of home, the naturally comforting familiarities and food and furniture and smells.

"I want to go home," you can't help whispering, and The Riddler hums in acknowledgement, resting his chin on top of your head.

"You are home," he says, in a tone where you can't tell whether he's joking or being serious, or both, and laughs at himself. "I know, lovely, but one day at a time, alright? And when you do go," Riddler adds, "it doesn't mean we can't see each other, does it?"

"You want to see me?" you repeat, trying to resist liking the feel of his hands on your skin and the warmth of his embrace and remember that he's a killer, he's a stranger. "I don't know who you are. Not under.... that."

"I'll always be who I really am," The Riddler tells you with a smile, nuzzling his mask against your cheek and squeezing your side with his hand. "Maybe soon, when we can completely trust each other, I'll be able to let you see me for me. But why wouldn't I want to see you? You're so... angelic," he continues, audibly kissing your neck through his mask and hugging you impossibly closer.

You close your mouth in defeat, your gaze gliding to the window, where lopsided blinds show a partial view of the dark night skies looming above the city. The best you can do now is wait until morning to figure things out. But, until then, you're stuck with a serial killer with wide, adoring eyes and soft but passionate touches... and you've only been awake for twenty minutes.

"I think you'll like it while you're here," The Riddler tells you, oblivious to your thoughts as he fondles you delicately. "We'll make it work, won't we? Of course we will! You're so lovely..."

And then he's back to pressing fake kisses against your skin and cuddling you impossibly closer, and you sigh to yourself, not stopping yourself from just soaking in the madman's affection and trying not to think too much about anything, especially home.

When you go back to it, when he lets you go back, you're almost certain that you'll never walk through the front door being happily oblivious to the darkness and bloody truth of the city... and certain that there will be the man behind the mask trailing in after you with the same hopeful eyes and wide, hidden smile.

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