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cipheress-to-k-pop · a day ago
Sweet Treats
Pairing: Dick Grayson as Nightwing x Reader
Warnings: Mentions of death
Word Count: 3.5K
Summary: Dick Grayson teaches you that it's okay to love someone else in your life.
A/N: Ya'll I'm all about being strict with yourself and everything but just for today if you want an extra cookie then you take the damn cookie. Maybe you can work twice as hard tomorrow or you can do one extra task on your to-do list. But if you want the extra cookie, then don't hold yourself back.
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You loved working at a bakery. The thing about a bakery is that it wasn't the same as one of those capitalist coffee houses where people wanted their morning cup of joe before they had to run to work. No, a bakery meant people would visit the quaint little store where people would sit down and enjoy their coffee and muffin leisurely before leaving.
It was calm and quiet, even during rush hours. So, you didn't find it surprising at all when people sat down to finish their work. Students came here to study. Office workers came here to look over their numbers. Readers came here to bury their noses in their book of that week.
And as of most recently, police officers came here to look through their cases. Well, a police officer.
Dick Grayson had got to be the sweetest thing you have ever laid your eyes on. And you lived in a damn bakery. He always came on Thursdays, spending nearly an hour to go through case reports while he ate. The same every week, a chocolate eclair and a cup of milk tea. He came by so often that you began preparing his order beforehand for him.
You liked to think it was because he was a loyal regular so you wanted to show appreciation but your co-worker knew it was because you wanted as much time possible to stare at his gorgeous face. She couldn't blame you however, his face was so perfect she felt her retinas burn a little every time she looked straight at him.
Since the day you expressed the slightest interest in Dick Grayson, she had been pushing you to ask him out. You merely entertained her, laughing along whenever she made a joke about how the two of you would look good together and that you've been single for too long. But both of you knew you couldn't do anything to change that.
Just like you hadn't for about 3 years now.
And you assumed it would continue to stay that way.
But Dick Grayson. Wow. Not only was he the most gorgeous person you've ever laid your eyes on, he was also always so well-mannered, polite and cheery. He remembered your name, always asked you about your day. And perhaps the most important part; the man knew how to tip well.
But even then, no matter how smitten you were with him, you wanted it to remain just that. Unrequited and unreturned. Admiration from afar. Never in your life had you wanted it to turn into something more than that. The short reason was because you were afraid.
The long reason was that you still weren't over your boyfriend. You suppose 3 years was more than enough time to move on from somebody but you could only assume that was if you part ways willingly.
He was it for you, your soulmate, your everything. And all it took was one minute to rip him away from you. If he had left the house a minute later, if he had entered the bank a minute later, if the ambulance had gotten there a minute faster, maybe he'd still be there with you.
That's why it was difficult to get over him. He was your soulmate, your other half, you were sure of it. How could you even love someone else knowing that they weren't your soulmate? How would someone else love you if they knew that you could never love them as much as you could?
It was inconceivable, not to mention selfish. You'd never be able to live with yourself knowing that you were keeping someone from meeting their true soulmate and yet not being able to give them the love that someone else could have given them.
Your best friend thought otherwise. She didn't believe in the concepts of soulmates, that there was only one person on the face of the planet who could be your other half. However sometimes you felt that she only thought that way to make you feel less guilty.
Besides, it's not like Dick ever tried to make any advances on you either. So really you were worrying for nothing.
"Why haven't you asked him out yet?" Gwen teased, leaning on the counter beside you where you were unabashedly staring at Dick Grayson. Man was built like a model; you couldn't help it.
"Because if he rejects me, we lose a customer and hence profit." You answered nonchalantly, not even bothering to look her in the eye. So, you didn't see the way she rolled them so high the could've gone to the back of her head.
"He orders one drink and one pastry every week, I think we'll survive." She mentioned, getting back behind the register as someone came in. They were teenage girls who were apparently attracted by the sight of Dick sitting by the window, judging by the way they giggled cutely amongst each other and stared at him. They ordered 6 bubble teas and a bunch of mini cakes.
You turned towards Gwen with a smirk, "Will we? He's practically a light up sign that says come inside! Buy things and stare at me some more! I get even prettier if you're eating one of the apple strudels!"
You didn't notice the way his lips turned up in a little smile at your words but Gwen sure did. Because of course she did. You wrote off everything he did because there was absolutely no way Dick would like you or show any interest in you but Gwen knew that he lingered by the counter when you were the one taking his order.
She knew he gave you a softer smile and even noticed the way his eyes would follow you around the cafe while you set orders in front of other customers and rearranged the flowers on different tables.
Oh, she knew. And she knew just how to get you two crazy kids together.
The cafe was busy. So busy that your hair was a mess but you didn't have free hands to rearrange it and make it look slightly presentable even though you were taking orders from other customers while also trying to keep an ear open for the oven. These were the days that you regret not hiring any part-timers to help you during rush hours.
But then you'd have to actually pay them which you didn't like either.
During the rush, the last person who expected to walk through the doors was Dick Grayson. You knew he usually came during quiet hours to work on cases. And since practically every table was occupied, you were sure he would need to talk his order to go.
"Hey, the regular?" You asked, smiling gently behind the register and he returned it before shaking his head, "No, 6 black coffees, please. Everyone on the team needed one if we're going to finish all the paperwork today."
"Pulling an all-nighter?" You asked, punching in the order on the screen and he nodded, "Feel free to stop by for anything else, will that be all?"
He nodded again and you grinned, handing him his receipt and credit card. You were slightly disappointed due to the short-lived interaction but quickly waved him away so you could attend to the next customer.
The woman smiled coyly, letting her eyes follow him, "I'll have whatever he's having."
You smiled politely, "Six black coffees coming right up."
Oh, the look on her face was as bitter as the coffee she was about to receive when she sauntered over to Dick only to be promptly shut down. You felt kind of bad for her and made it a point in your head to offer her more cream and sugar than usual to make her rejection a little easier to swallow.
And now was your favourite part.
Gwen set the cardboard box containing his order on the counter and you smirked evilly before calling out, "Dick!"
Everyone's head spun and you couldn't help laughing when you noticed the way his face turned a light pink. He gave you a playful smirk, "Thanks for that."
"My pleasure."
"I'll see you on Friday."
"Don't work yourself too hard Grayson."
Even when the door chimed behind him, the smile was still stuck on your face. The shop was in utter chaos but you were remaining ever the chipper, politely dealing with customers and feeling energized for the first time today.
"So, when's the date?" Gwen asked, coming out of the kitchen with the cooled cakes that she began to place in the display. She clearly noticed the way you were grinning just because of one measly minute of interaction with the blue-eyed beauty.
"I didn't ask him out."
"Well, lucky for you, I did."
You raised a brow, turning to find her staring at you with a smirk, "What?"
"I wrote your number on his cup."
You had every intention to politely turn down Dick if he ended up calling you but as the sun began to set, you began to feel disappointed and maybe even a little offended that he hadn't called yet. I mean, you had a legitimate reason for thinking of turning him down but what reason did he have?
Tons. If you actually sat down and thought about it, which you did, he had tons. He could already be in a committed relationship. He could be busy; he did say he was going to spend an all-nighter. He might not have seen your number on the cup. He could have thought that the number belonged to Gwen. He could be gay.
And of course, he could be uninterested.
But you preferred to think about the former reasons.
It wasn't until you were closing down the cafe, you heard your phone ring from the pocket of your apron that was haphazardly strewn across one of the tables.
Gwen 'oooohed' from the kitchen where she was stuck cleaning the ovens because she gave your number to people without consent. Ever the soldier, she accepted her punishment with a solemn nod.
You rolled your eyes at her and pulled out your phone, heart beating a tiny bit faster when you realized it was an unrecognized number.
"Why hello."
You cringed. That wasn't Dick's voice.
"Who is this?"
"I was about to ask the same question," Came the smug reply, "I wanted to know the name of the pretty girl who wrote her number on my coffee cup."
You gritted your teeth, feeling your cheeks heat up in embarrassment and glared at the kitchen door, hoping the oven door would close in on that bitch.
"How do you know I'm pretty?"
"I can tell from your voice, sweetheart."
"Okay then, nice talking with you. Goodbye."
"Wait! You gave me your number, but you won't tell me your name?"
This was one of the most hilarious and embarrassing moments you've ever been in. You were sure looking back you would find this absolutely hilarious but at the moment there was nothing you wanted more than to melt into a puddle on the floor that Gwen would have to clean up.
Stupid Gwen.
"Well, you see, that actually wasn't meant for you." You explained, meekly, wondering just who the hell this guy was. For all you knew, he fished out the cup from the trash after Dick threw it away.
"Oh, well Grayson, you were right, it was for you. Damn, I owe Kev 5 bucks." Came from the other side of the phone and you nearly dropped your phone from shock and for a split second you wanted to just hang up and pretend that you lost your phone.
But instead, you just bit your lip to keep anything stupid from leaving your mouth and waited for the shuffling on the other line to end before Dick finally spoke, "Um, sorry about that, the other guys didn't believe me when I said the number was for me."
You didn't reply fast enough, you were trying to think of something to say that was witty but cute at the same time but your mind was coming up blank, "Um, it was for me, right?"
"How are you so sure that I'm the one who wrote it though?" That was a genuine question, the number could have easily been Gwen's.
"I'm assuming it was since you're the one who picked up the phone." Dumb question. It was a dumb question.
"It's totally fine if you say no, but do you possibly want to get a cup of coffee sometime?"
"I work at a coffee shop, Dick." Came your curt answer and the place exploded into laughter, making you assume the phone was still on speaker and you blushed.
"Right, then maybe for dinner? Please?"
Oh, he's so cute. And he's on speaker phone, you wouldn't want to embarrass him in front of his colleagues. Also, one meal wouldn't hurt. And you really hated to say no.
You nodded before realizing he couldn't see you, "Sure. I'd love to."
"Great! Just text me what time you get off work."
You nodded again, "Alright, bye."
You turned back to Gwen, who was standing in the doorway with a smirk on her face and scowled at how triumphant she looked, "Well I hope you're happy with yourself, now I have to go and shave my legs."
"Oof finally, maybe next time we cuddle I won't get carpet burn."
You sent her a glare that was so foul she actually stopped in her place. She recognized your mom-death-stare anywhere and you could see that she suddenly began rethinking her decision. Which she should, you had half a mind to call up her own mother and tattle.
"I mean, it's just one date. I'm sure you'll be okay. Besides, Dick is a nice guy and you've had a crush on him for way too long."
You didn't say anything, just choosing to stare at her. You knew Gwen and you knew the way she'd cripple under your stare. You weren't mad at her, she was right, you had been crushing on Dick ever since he stepped into the cafe. But you also knew the more you stared at her, the more chance you had of getting her to clean the cappuccino machine this month.
"And I know you miss him but I think this is what he would've wanted for you, to be happy even if he wasn't in your life."
Now the conversation was headed towards an unwanted place. This was usually where you got closed off and she knew that well. Just like she expected, you broke eye contact with her and went to grab a rag to wipe down tables.
"I know you still go to the bus stop."
The bus stop. Your boyfriend had walked you to the bus stop on your first date. Coincidentally, it began drizzling at the same time and the way the sunlight had hit it just perfectly, a rainbow was visible right above you. It was truly magical and at the time the two of you had joked around about how it was a sign from above.
You had long since moved and stopped using that bus stop. But still, some days when you especially missed him, you would go back and sit quietly, staring up at the sky and waiting for a sign from above.
It was quiet for a few minutes, with the two of you just wiping down tables before you spoke up quietly, "How do I know if I'm ready?"
Gwen hummed contemplatively, like she was actually thinking about your question instead of just telling you what you wanted to hear, "I guess you won't know until you try. It's just one date with the guy, you don't have to be committed to each other. Besides, it's Dick, he's not some narrow-minded guy that's only looking for sex."
That comforted you a tiny bit. She was right, Dick was kind and gentlemanly. He'd understand if you said you weren't ready. That realization gave you confidence and you were more that eager to have a fun night.
Shaving your legs was so worth it for this man. To someone who couldn't relate it might seem like a stupid way to gauge a date but to a person who invested in razors and post shaving products, it was a sure-fire way to tell if someone had a good time.
Dick was a perfect 10 no matter which way you looked at him. Beautiful, that was obvious. Kind to the wait staff, always a plus. Funny and interesting, there wasn't a single beat of awkward silence throughout the date. And more than anything, he was the first man to make your heart flutter in a long time.
He was so different compared to your last boyfriend, you couldn't put your finger on it, but their energies were different. That was possibly a good thing.
When dinner was done with, you both walked back to the parking lot where he began laughing when you expressed just how excited you were to get back into his porche.
"I mean, you're cute and all but your car is a 10." You joked around and immediately felt relieved because he seemed to understand that it was merely a joke. Taken in the wrong context you could tell how that might seem like a red flag.
The two of you rode back to your apartment in a comfortable silence when Dick brought up the topic of a second date. You bit your lip guiltily; you had a great time but it was difficult to suddenly open your heart to someone new. Especially when you spent the last few years denying it.
"Okay this is gonna be a little heavy for a first date but," You began, stealing glances at him from the corner of your eye. He was watching the road diligently but had his body turned slightly towards you which made you comfortable, "I was in a very serious relationship with someone a couple years ago. We were supposed to get married."
He didn't tense up in the way you were expecting him to, in fact he just kept listening to you obediently, "He passed away. And I feel kinda guilty every time I date someone else, you know? Because he was just the one for me, so how can I be dating someone else?"
It was quiet for a second and you wondered if you had scared him off. You sunk into the leather seats a little bit, hoping the ride to your house would be short but it didn't seem like it since you had gone quiet far out of the city for your date.
"I understand."
You sat up, "You do?"
Dick nodded, sparing you a smile, "I've experienced loss too so I know what you might be feeling."
He nodded again, "Well, my parents passed away when I was a boy. And then my brother." You didn't say you were sorry; you had long learned that it didn't make anyone feel better.
"I got adopted soon after and after my brother passed, my dad adopted another son. And in the start, it felt like I was trying to replace my parents, to replace Jason."
You nodded, "Finally, someone who gets it."
"Oh, I get it, don't worry. I used to feel guilty every time I'd hang out with my brother Tim or when I'd think of Bruce as my dad."
"Did you ever stop feeling like that?"
"Eventually, when I learnt that you don't have to stop loving someone to open your heart to someone new. Love doesn't work that way, it's infinite. I love Bruce as my father, doesn't mean I love my parents any less. And I think everyone deserves the chance to love someone."
His words gave you something to think about and you spent the next couple of minutes just pondering over it. Should you go on a second date with him? You wanted to, but something inside you just couldn't agree to it. It could've been fear, it could've been something else. But you couldn't let go of it long enough to just take the plunge.
A rainbow soared through the night sky.
"Nyan cat?" You blurted out before you could even make sense of what you were saying and Dick burst into laughter beside you.
"Unfortunately, no, just looks like someone's pride flag got loose."
You blinked a couple times just to make sure you weren't seeing things but the more you looked at it, the clearer it got. It was an unmistakable rainbow that was fluttering in the night sky.
Just the sign you needed.
Turning back to Dick with a soft smile, you gingerly rested one of your hands on his. He turned to look at you, blue eyes filled with mirth and comfort and rejuvenation. This was your chance. It was like a breath of fresh air, a new adventure. And sure, you were scared, but it was a good kind.
"I'd love to go on a second date with you, Dick."
The smile you got in response was the key you needed to open your heart right up.
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anxiousnerdwritings · 3 days ago
could you do a yan Young Justice team platonic (or romantic) with an unwilling darling who is trying to quit the team but there not letting them (maybe Kaldur is writing it) thank you
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The team has noticed a notable difference in you these past few weeks. You seem out of it, closed off from all of us. It’s obvious you have something on your mind and for a time some of us didn’t want to intrude on your privacy. Your thoughts are yours after all.
But recently your shift in behavior has sparked far too many questions and worries amongst the team. So much so that one day M’gann had taken the chance to poke around in your mind and what she found was heart wrenching.
How long have you been planning to leave? Have we done something to run you off? Have we not been a good enough team? What is the reason for this?
We could discuss all of this, you and us, Together. As a team. That’s what we are after all; a team, a family. But instead you wish to abandon us. You choose to turn your back on all of us. You choose to be selfish.
You know we can’t let you go, right? You understand that we all need you and vice versa. We’re not a team otherwise. We can’t just replace you.
And you can’t replace us either. We won’t let you.
Please try to understand that this is for the best. For all of us.
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knullanon · 7 days ago
Hi, I came up with a crazy idea while studying for exams.
Damian platonic with an angel darling who sees her as an older sister. But Yandere Jason Todd sees her, falls in love, and kidnaps her. And she decide to cuddle with him and give him love and care. While angry damian make a plan 🤔🤣 Thanks!!
idk if this is a request or an ask but I'm going to write something funny it's for my health i swear
bruce didn't know what he expected when he came home from the long meeting weekend. he was maybe expecting dick to be hanging out with you, trying to get you out of your shell. maybe tim and damian arguing over something stupid. anything but this.
the inside of the house was fine, it was more of the outside that was done for. it was 8 pm, so fortunately no one was looking at their backyard. which was filled with shiny pieces of metal, leaves everywhere, and little bit of blood covering the grass
and in the middle was jason, running from a feral damian, for something... stupid.
he turned to go and find alfred, when he noticed you staring at him from the window.
"______? what happened?"
you shrugged while taking a sip from a... slushie? he couldn't tell. but you answered with, "I don't know. I'm not getting in the middle of that."
"where's alfred?"
"he's trying to deal with the mess they left in the batcave."
"oh, for the love of- damian! jason! get over here right now!"
unfortunately, nobody wanted to listen to him, so instead of actually listening to bruce, the two continued to fight.
"cass, do you have this on video?"
"I've got my phone rolling, dude."
"send it to me." you turned back to see damian almost get jason in the arm before he got kicked right in the stomach, and sent flying away, while jason made another run. what the hell was wrong with this family.
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sweetienova · 13 days ago
“ Just the Start ”
{ Wally x OC }
Note: I'm only using pronouns for on in this because this is my first time writing so…..
I hope you like it! 😊
The deep blue sea glistens from below as the sunsets. The sky beautifully blended with the colors; purple, pink, orange, and a soft yellow glow reflecting on the water and only a few clouds in the sky.
Upon the shore, stands a couple close to each other - shoulders practically touching - holding each other's hands.
Standing at the left is a male with spiky red hair that falls loosely on his head and face, tan skin shining because of the sunset’s soft yellow glow, small freckles scattered across his cheeks, and the tip of his nose.
On his lean yet slightly muscular body, a white cotton linen henley shirt hugging his torso and sleeves rolled up to his bicep and wearing a pair of brown short khaki pants.
Right now bright emerald green eyes gaze softly and lovingly at his girlfriend.
At his right, his girlfriend who is looking at the sunset is distracted and full of thought.
Long wavy jet black hair with platinum blonde streaks, blowing softly with the wind and falling loosely on her face, shoulders, and back. Olive skin glowing softly upon the sunset.
On her slim body, hugs a thin strap white v - neck dress that flows down to her knees.
Bright baby blue eyes snapping out of her thoughts as she's seen her boyfriend’s green eyes looking at her lovingly.
Turning her body towards her boyfriend, tilting her head slightly sending him a questioning look.
“ What? ” she asked with a small smile.
Smiling widely at his girlfriend, he gently took his hand out of hers and placed both hands on her hips, and pulled her gently towards him.
“ Nothing ” going down placing his forehead on the girl's forehead “ just thinking about how beautiful you are and I'm so lucky to have you. ” Smiling down at her.
Her cheeks flushing red, bringing her hand up she's running her hand through his red locks, standing now on her toes, right hand now resting on the back of his neck and the other on his bicep, she softly kisses his forehead and the tip of his nose.
“ What a sweet talker ” she chuckles looking at her boyfriend full of love.
He chuckles softly and goes in for a kiss wrapping his arms around her waist. Wrapping her arms around his neck pulling him closer as she kisses him back.
Pulling away much to her protest, he then whispers,
“ I love you ”
Smiling brightly, she places both her hand on his freckled cheeks and rubbing them gently saying after a quick kiss,
“ I love you too ”, giving another quick kiss again “ and your freckles,” she says jokingly.
Laughing happily and wholeheartedly, he then picks up his girlfriend, spinning her around in the air. Laughing along with him, she wraps her arms around his neck, face tucked in at the side of his neck.
This is only the start of their life together.
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knullanon · 14 days ago
I just need the platonic batfam reactions to their sister being a weeb
this is kinda funny cuz apparently damian is canonically a weeb lmao
they wouldn't really notice it at first since you were really good at hiding your obsession with anime. you wouldn't ask them about multiple shows at one time, but instead, you would ask for each member to buy one anime at a time, so they would just think you were interested in one anime, not a lot of them.
damian was the one to give you a lot of recommendations. he suggested one at first, and then after your third time that month of asking him to buy an anime/manga he would also start to open up more about his own interest in anime
he would be the first to know that you actually like a lot of anime. like, a lot of anime
he would also use this to his advantage in gaining your trust. oh, you want to watch that new anime that came out but don't want to seem suspicions? he'll help you, don't worry! but, he also wants to watch it, so why not have a movie night? or, anime night?
timmy boy is all computer tech n shit so of course he's number 2 on finding out about your little obsession's. he would also let you watch anime with him, not without damian's clear distaste for it though.
the rest of the fam wouldn't really care tbh. its just normal for them. the only thing that might change is anime night, a night solely for anime. of course, someone always has to be on patrol and fights over who has to go out on patrol instead of hanging out with you
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misssharrington · 20 days ago
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━ 𝓼𝓲𝓵𝓴 𝓼𝓱𝓮𝓮𝓽𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓳𝓸𝓱𝓷 𝓴𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓼
pairing: tim drake x oc!bianca romano
genre: angst, drama
word count: 2.4k
warnings: slight drugs
girl of steel: masterlist │ chapter five (coming soon)
𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐀 𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐔𝐒 shade of yellow, soggy in the middle with clumps of non-mixed ingredients in every bite. It had a grotesque flavour, and an even worse aftertaste. Still, as Nico and Diego looked at me with proud smiles on their faces as I ate the vanilla cake they made me, all I could do was force a smile and swallow it down anyways.
The TV played in the background and the other siblings bickered, my incident long forgotten and the usual atmosphere restored.
"So?" Diego asked me.
"It's great! Yeah, I love it. Thank you." I tell him, still chewing on the monstrosity. Forget overdosing, this is what's gonna kill me.
"Just give me one minute." I say to them for getting up and running to the bathroom. I spat out the cake into the toilet and flushed it. I rinsed my mouth out with water, and picked an eggshell out from my teeth. Ew.
I returned to the main room, and as I walked past the TV, a news segment was on, reporting about a recent attack in the city, and someone saving them.
Diego and Nico both looked at me suspiciously. "Constipation." I told them, scrunching my nose and rubbing my stomach.
They made gagging noises and asked no further questions.
I sat back at the table and Lucy came barreling towards me, jumping onto my lap and knocking everything over on the table in the process.
"Cazzo, Lucy!" I told her, lifting her up so she didn't get soaked in orange juice. She just innocently giggled at me, wrapping her small arms around my neck and climbing onto my shoulders. I laughed at her actions, but was interrupted by Nico. [translation: fuck]
"No! The cake! Lucy idiota, è rovinato!" [translation: Lucy you idiot, it's ruined!]
"Ay, Nico, non chiamare tua sorella un'idiota, ha solo sei anni!" Tina scolded him from the sofa. [translation: Nico, don't call your sister an idiot, she's only six!]
"Puttana, ho messo quattro ore della mia vita in questa torta, parla per te." Diego said, turning from Tina to Lucy. "Perché dovresti farlo, piccola merda!" Lucy just giggled in my arms. [translation: bitch I put four hours of my life into this cake speak for yourelf, Why would you do this you little shit!]
> 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐩𝐚𝐝
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cipheress-to-k-pop · 22 days ago
Could write a Beast Boy x reader one-shot based on Good Fight by Unspoken please ?
Good Fight
Pairing: Garfield Logan as Beast Boy x Reader
Warnings: I don’t think there are any.
Word Count: 1.1K
A/N: I am so so sorry this is so late. I really hope you like it.
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Keep fighting the good fight (never give up, never give up) Keep letting your light shine (holding it high as long as you live)
The life of a superhero was gruelling. It was blood and fists and chaos most of the time. To Gar, every day out in the field passed by him in a blur. When he was fighting the supervillain of the week, he was reduced to base instincts, taking orders from Dick and fighting alongside the others. He knew who his team was and he remained loyal to them.
That was how all of his friendships were forged, in loyalty through battle. If he was able to risk his life with these people and trusted them enough with himself then he should be able to get through a meal with them. Sometimes he felt extremely thankful.
But sometimes it felt like he was running towards something with no end. How long was he going to keep burning himself from both ends to try and save the world time and time again when people keep trying to wreak havoc across it anyway?
It was another fight that the team was unprepared for. Some deranged super villain that called out the cities heroes to come and stop him. They weren't prepared, they were caught by surprise, but even then, they couldn't let down the city.
That was why Gar was currently getting thrown around like a rag doll. For those few seconds of his life when he felt pain, he wanted to quit. He didn't want to fight this fight anymore; he didn't want to be a superhero anymore. Why should he fight just because he could?
A whimper from his side brought him out of his subconscious haze. It was troubling him to open his eyes but he finally focused on the person beside him through shaky pupils.
You were whining slightly when you moved because of the pain you felt. Blood was running down the side of your head. Your body was spasming slightly from the amount of hits you received and Gar could make sure without even looking that there were multiple bruises underneath your clothes.
It pained him even more than the hits he received. The love of his life was in pain and he felt concerned seeing your features twisted in agony. He wished he could pull you into his arms.
It was at that moment he wanted to pack up and leave. Never look back to this superhero life. Get an apartment with you where you would wake up in the same bed and eat breakfast and laugh. A life where fights would be verbal and would end in apologies and kisses and make up sex.
He didn't want to fight for others anymore. He wanted to be selfish for once in his life. He wanted to be selfish for you. His lungs were burning, joined searing and head throbbing when he was thrown to a wall. For a second, Gar saw white and his ears were ringing.
You turned to him, still panting and offered a smile, "Just a few more seconds."
He sent you a lopsided smirk, "I've heard that before."
You laughed, taking a few breaths before getting up, groaning unapologetically. When you finally stood with stability, you held out a hand for him to take, "Let's go babe. Let's keep fighting the good fight."
He gave you a smile that made your heart skip a beat and grabbed your hand to help haul himself up. The fight had moved downtown and so he spared a second to peck your lips lightly before turning into a tiger and sprinting away, with you following closely.
Even in the road blocks, Even through the rough spots When you're feeling you're giving all that you got
''Cause I'm never gonna leave you Always gonna see you through to the other side
I'm with you in the next step, givin' you the next breath I'll be the voice saying "You're gonna make it" When you're out there on your own you are never alone
It was those days when he returned back to the tower, beaten and bloodied. Everything in his body was burning and he dragged himself to the showers even though he just wanted to lose consciousness in his cosy bed. But he could smell the stench of blood and dirt, amplified by his animals’ senses.
The hot water rained over his bed, red went down the drain and he tried to drown out the smell by using the most fragrant thing he could find; apple body wash. When the sweet smell hit his nostrils, he was filled with a sense of comfort.
It was your body wash.
Suddenly he wanted to be right in bed beside you, with you curled up in his arms. So, he intentionally rushed through the shower, not letting the hot water soothe his joints for long before hopping out and wrapping himself up in your thick bathrobe.
When he got into his room, you were sitting on his bed and applying lotion to your body. Cocoa butter. You raised a brow at him when you noticed the frilly bathrobe he was wearing and he shrugged cheekily, sitting in front of you.
You took a silent cue and began rubbing lotion on his back, taking the time to gently massage his muscles. You didn't need to say anything, it was silent but your actions were speaking waves to him. You were comforting him. You were rejuvenating him. You were home.
This was essentially aftercare except the before wasn't that fun.
Gar got dressed quickly after that, feeling his eyes droop shut with every second before he crawled beneath the covers right beside you. By habit, you curled into his side, throwing a leg over his waist and he sighed, smelling how clean you were.
"Feeling okay?"
Was he feeling okay? To be quite honest, he really wasn't, he felt unfulfilled. But way too tired to discuss it with you. He turned his body towards you, wrapping his arms tightly around your waist and feeling slightly full from the contact of your skin on his and murmured something incomprehensible.
"I'm always going to be here for you, my love." You mumbled, flitting in between consciousness. Gar kissed your forehead and that was the cue for you to fall into a deep sleep and he chuckled hearing your soft snores. You were always so quick to fall asleep. Maybe it was because you always felt so safe with him.
That's why he had to keep fighting the good fight. So that he, and others like him, could fall asleep like this with you, or others like you, in their arms.
The joy will be your banner And my love will be your anthem And you may never know What your tomorrow holds But you can know that I am holding your tomorrow
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daninotfound · 23 days ago
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〉 Bird Hybrid!Reader being like a daughter to Technoblade
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〉 Batsis!Reader having a girlfriend and the batfam finding out.
conner kent
destruction of property coming eventually
〉 Conner Kent having a civilian S/O who has a dislike for heroes.
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heroesdelomniverso · 27 days ago
¿Te gusta la Young Justice (Justicia Joven) de la serie animada o por el contrario eres más de su encarnación original en el cómic? Te guste la que te guste estaremos encantados de que vengas a rolear con nosotros.
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dccomicsimagines · 28 days ago
My Suit? - Wally West x Reader
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Requested by Anon -  Wallys reaction to catching you wearing his kid flash suit around when no one is there
It was all very innocent at the start. Wally was cleaning out his old things and left his suit out on the bed because he got called away for some emergency at his internship. You stared at the suit, remembering the old days when he was Kid Flash and you were (Y/S/H). Too bad you both couldn’t stay sixteen forever.
You traced the lightning bolt on the chest. Sometimes you missed the old days so much that you almost thought you could just go to the cave and hang out with everyone again. Unfortunately, things change and time passes. 
A old thought crossed your mind. “Maybe?” You glanced at the clock. Wally wouldn’t be back for hours.
Before doubt could stop you, your clothes were on the ground and the suit was in your hands. “How did Wally put this on again?” You stepped into the legs, frowning as you pulled them up. It didn’t fit perfectly, but you got them on. You grabbed the top of his suit and slipped it on too.
“Final touch.” You smirked, putting on his mask and goggles. Spinning to the mirror, you posed with your hands on your hips. “Wow, I should have tried this on years ago.” The suit didn’t fit you like a glove as it did Wally, but it still looked amazing. 
A throat cleared from the doorway. You jumped, grabbing the blanket on the end of the bed to cover yourself while pulling off the mask and goggles at the same time. Dick stood there, eyes wide. “What are you doing?”
“Why are you in my house?” You snapped and held the blanket tighter around you. 
“Wally said I could let myself in. I’m staying the night, remember?” Dick smirked. “Now what were you doing?”
The blood rushed to your face. “Nothing. Just getting dressed.”
“Sure.” Dick laughed. “Wow, does Wally know you do that?” 
“Does Wally know (Y/N) does what?” Wally asked, appearing beside Dick. His eyes widened as he glanced at you. “Dude, (Y/N) getting dressed! Get out of here!” He slapped a hand over Dick’s eyes and pushed him down the hall. Dick’s laughter completely lost control. 
“Wally, what are you doing home so early?” You kept the blanket tight around you as Wally closed the bedroom door.
“Turns out they didn’t need me.” Wally frowned at you. “Babe, you don’t need to cover up for me. I’ve already seen everything.” 
You snorted. “Well, fine.” You dropped the blanket. Your face threatened to burst into flames. Silence came from Wally’s side of the room. You sneaked a peek at him. Wally’s face was as red as his hair, his jaw almost to the floor.
“Is that my suit?” Wally choked, dropping to his knees. His eyes taking in every inch of you.
A smile pulled at your lips. “It is.” You posed, feeling more confident. “What do you think?” 
“How can you be so hot in it? Am I that hot in it?” Wally crawled over to you and hugged your waist, resting his cheek against your stomach. A deep groan escaped his throat. 
“Well, pretty close, honey.” You ran your fingers through his hair. “If I knew this would drop you to your knees, I would have tried this on years ago.” 
Wally looked up at you with heat in his eyes. “Yeah, it would have.” He got to his feet and kissed you hard on the lips. You laughed as you both fell onto the bed. 
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cipheress-to-k-pop · 29 days ago
Hi, I absolutely adore your writing and it’s quite inspiring and making my imagination go WEEWOO!
Could I request something for YJ With Dick? So like a headcanon or one shot (which ever you prefer queen) where the reader is quite reserved, snarky and can get angry real fast. They have feelings for Rob and they are especially snarky to him to hide their feelings, but they eventually start to open up more and during the events of episode 24 (you know, the one at haly’s circus), they open up to him and they confess? And he does the same?
Flower Language
Pairing: Dick Grayson as Robin x Reader
Warnings: Blood and injuries and plant death.
Word Count: 3.8k words
A/N: This is kind of my take on the Hanahaki disease, kind of. This was so much fun to write honestly, I didn't realize I like all this floral stuff so much. It also reminded me of another 'True Love's Kiss' trope I wrote for Dick Grayson as well. Also I changed the episode this was based on because I’ve already done something based on the episode with Haly’s circus @hanbedumbaf I really really really hope you enjoy it! Sorry it was so late, I finished it a month back but it was in my queue.
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Adrenaline was a common feeling to you. A little too familiar. The life of a superhero puts you in peril more times than you would like but it was the only life you had known. You knew the familiar feeling of sweat forming on your skin and your heart pounding so loudly that you could hear it in every step you took.
However, when you heard the pounding, it was because there was a supervillain, usually hairy, chasing after you and determined to get your head on a stake.
Although, feeling your heart jump to your throat was becoming more familiar whenever you were around a certain someone. Robin annoyed you to no end, whenever he was around you couldn't help your face from growing warm and your lips from tingling to form a permanent smile on your face.
Having a crush was irritating, you couldn't think or even function without thinking of him. It was frankly humiliating, you were always so gung-ho about being bold and to the point and yet whenever you were around Boy Wonder, you couldn't help but bend your personality to something you felt like would appeal to him more.
Sometimes, you couldn't even stand yourself.
And so, as a pathetic act of rebellion, and maybe as a clear-cut sign that you had no idea how to handle emotions or anything similar to it, every time your heart got just a little soft, your tongue got a whole lot sharper. Probably not the best way to win a boy’s heart. But you weren't here for a romance story.
It was also a true sign that you had no idea how to flirt, thinking that borderline insulting witty banter was the way to go. Or perhaps it was a way of controlling your emotions, since being bitter and snarky was the thing that came easiest to you.
You seriously needed better tactics.
It was also your oblivious mistake thinking that Robin only saw what you wanted him to see. He was raised to be a detective, of course he was more observant than that. Papa (or let's be real, Alfred) didn't raise no fool.
You made the mistake of thinking Robin saw you as strong and independent and bold, just as the rest of them did. But he saw much more than that.
Robin was distressed by the number of crying faces around him, the kids were inconsolable which was understandable because of just how many things went wrong in the past couple of hours. To be quite frank, Robin was a couple seconds away from having a fit himself.
"Shh, little one," He heard distantly and his neck practically snapped. You were crouching in front of the few who were crying, with a small nurturing smile. It was the first time he had seen you out of uniform, usually referring to you as Antheia, named after the goddess of flowers, but this wasn't she.
"I know you're scared, my flowers, but I promise, we will find your parents." You soothed, gently wiping away their tears. They still looked up at you apprehensively and with uncertainty.
"I'll show you a magic trick." You began, grinning as the kids began to smile back at you. You pulled a seed out of your pocket and held it between closed hands, using a bit of your powers and felt it grow in your palms. When you revealed what you were holding, they collectively gasped.
A bud of a flower now rested in your hand. You smiled at their innocent eyes and held it to them, "Now I'm going to need your help for the next part. Everyone has to blow on the flower."
They nodded eagerly, crawling around you and on the count of three, everyone followed your instructions. And low and behold, the bud bloomed into a beautiful blossom right between your fingers.
One of the girls clamoured into your lap to hold the flower herself and you chuckled, wrapping your arms tightly around her, "You know what this flower means?"
They shook their heads, "It means faith, and hope. If you have faith and hope in us, then you'll get something beautiful in return."
For once, they look contemplatively and you chuckled, feeling pride at the fact that you managed to sow some wisdom in their minds. The girl that had been sitting in your lap turned in your grasp, with the flower in her hand and then reached up to tuck it behind your ear.
"For me?" She nodded happily and you smiled widely, kissing her cheek, "Thank you, petal."
Satisfied that you were able to calm them down, you gently placed the girl back on the floor before moving away from the group. Just as you were about to join the others, you ran into Robin. You didn't know he had just seen the whole thing.
Pulling the flower from behind your ear, you handed it to him, "You know in some cultures, this flower means to pick up the slack and stop looking like a confused chicken." You snapped.
Business as usual.
Robin looked back to the flower you had slipped into his hands, you had said it meant faith and hope, and you had given it to him. He looked back up to see you shuffling away from him quickly, a blush on your face. He smiled.
You were more nurturing and kinder than you let on, it was like it was programmed into your personality and yet you never showed it when you knew they were watching. That wasn't the only part of yourself that you were hesitant to show them.
And the more Robin observed you, the more he realized that you used flower language to depict a lot of your emotions. It was a silent way of letting them out, without having to tell other people what's really in your heart.
You thought you were sly about it, but nothing went under Robin's radar.
Everyone was watching a movie on the flat screen in the rec room. You hadn't realized you were so tired, the movie was boring, something that M'Gann had picked and you hadn't slept the night before, busy patrolling your city.
Your eyelids began to droop before you could even understand what was going on, your head lolling as you drifted in and out of consciousness.
Robin hadn't realized that he was napping through the movie until he felt a weight on his shoulder. He nearly jumped awake and glanced to his side to see you sound asleep, breathing gently. He nearly chuckled, was this what you looked like when you weren't scowling at everybody?
His heart skipped a beat, god, were you beautiful. The smell of flowers vaguely hit his nose and he noticed the red gardenia plant growing steadily in the corner of the room.
'Red Gardenias means a secret love,' Robin recalled from a book he had read, 'It's a secret way for someone to say I love you.'
He glanced back at you still sleeping peacefully, face completely relaxed and briefly wondered if your powers were taking the lead on your emotions and making gardenias grow around the cave. Or were you dreaming about something?
Something in his heart grew, here you were sleeping against his shoulder, making symbols of a secret love grow around the room. This had to be a sign of something, right?
Before he could contemplate it any further, you squirmed and then began to stir. Your eyes fluttered open, hazily taking in your surroundings before they landed on the boy beside you and widened in size, skin darkening with a blush.
"Why the fuck didn't you wake me up?" You snapped and turned on your heel to stomp out of the room without even waiting for a response from him. The others who noticed the way he was just staring at the place you were in surprise. You always do such a 180 when you're around him and conscious.
"Wow, sunshine's crabby in the morning." Wally commented from beside him. When he didn't get any response, he looked over to see Robin with a silly smile on his face.
Dick couldn't stop himself from grinning. The gardenias were still blooming.
"Antheia, do you think you will be able to stop the plants from growing any further?" Batman turned to face you, only to find you staring at him with a hazy, blank expression.
"Antheia?" Robin called but you didn't even flinch, your eyes were locked onto the holo-computer, seeing the thick vines that were twisting and turning. Their call was overwhelming, you could feel them grow even beneath your feet. It was like a siren was blearing through your head.
You couldn't tell what they were trying to say, it was like they were muffled. It was confused and lost, following Ivy and it was happy listening to her. And yet, it was feeling pain, the Justice League was busy pruning her as we speak. It was scared, crying out for someone to help them and you felt obligated to help. Your mind was getting heavy, throbbing with an oncoming migraine.
"(Y/N)!" Your eyes snapped open and focused onto the boy in front of you. Everyone was staring at you in concern and you blinked, suddenly not able to remember what the hell was going on. You were just trying to focus on something other than the screams and cries of the plant.
"......What?" You asked a little dumbly, noticing the concern on Robin's face. The plants were still crying. You couldn't get the painful sound of their screams out of your mind. You felt like curling up into a ball and crying.
"Batman asked if you would be able to stop the plants?"
"Oh, um, no." You answered in a distracted way that made his face pinch with worry. His hands were still grasping your shoulders tightly, keeping his face in close proximity to yours. You didn't even realize, too out of it to even notice.
Robin on the other hand felt his cheeks get uncomfortably hot the more you stared at him with those innocent, beautiful eyes of yours. If Batman hadn't been breathing down his neck, he was sure he would've kissed you in the moment.
Unfortunately for him, his dad always knew how to ruin the moment. And he would continue to for the rest of his life. Until death do them part. Even after the two of you grow up and live together, the Batman would find some way to interrupt your fun.
"The mission."
Oh. Right.
"Robin!" You screamed when one of Ivy's plants wrapped around his neck and slammed him against the trees. They didn't let up curling tighter around his throat. Fear struck you as he began choking from breath and you knew you had to do something.
Suddenly murderous intent took over you and you glared at Ivy who returned it with a smug smirk of her own. Oh, how you'd rip that smirk off her face.
"Okay Ivy, you wanna play? Let's play." You ground out, slamming your hands against the vine around Robin's neck and it began disintegrating beneath your fingers. He fell to the ground, gasping for breath and you tuned out the sound of the plant crying as it died beside him.
Ivy heard it just as loudly as you had, she screamed and more plants lunged towards the both of you.
"Go help the others! I'm about to snap this twig." You spat at Robin, using your powers to kill the roots as it reached you. It was working slowly, your powers weak to the pain of the plants around you. Even as every cell of your body told you not to, you clenched your fingers into fists and watched as the creeper feel to the marsh, dead.
You engaged in battle with Ivy. Plants were screaming for mercy all around you but you couldn't stop for even a second. Life around you was trembling but you had to keep fighting the villain in front of you because if you hesitated for even a second, many more would die.
Thorns scratched your skin, drawing blood and curled around Ivy, sinking barbs into her skin.
"Face it girlie! You're never going to overpower me!"
"Oh, I'm not trying to overpower you, just distract you long enough for Robin to get rid of the control system." You replied, just as smug as she had been at the start of the fight. Now you got to see her face melt into one of panic just as Robin jumped over her head and to your side with a grin identical to yours.
"Cover your ears!" He sang, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and ducking, covering your body with his own. You were grateful for it; you weren't sure you could even keep your body upright at the moment.
Then you heard the explosion and your heart stopped. Every single fibre of your body burned red hot fire as you heard screams and cries around you. Bile was crawling up your throat and your breathing got thin. They were sobbing a heart-broken wail and your eyes misted at the mere sound.
Without realizing it, you were gripping onto Robin's hand, brows furrowed together. The sound of the explosion cleared, the Injustice League was captured and he pulled you up to stand with the others.
It was silent for a moment. You had won.
And then the consequences of your actions hit you.
Everyone's necks snapped towards you when you let out a heart-wrenching sob. Robin, who was standing right next to you caught you just in time before your body hit the ground. Pain exploded in your chest as you began wailing against him.
"(Y/N)? (Y/N)! What's wrong?!" He panicked but you didn't respond, crying into his chest as you gripped his cape in an iron fist. Everything hurt and all you could feel was sorrow and guilt.
The other heroes crowded around you but your eyes were screwed shut, tears making your eyes sting. Robin held onto you tightly, pulling your body against his as you continued to cry.
"What's happening?" Artemis murmured, looking around to see the environment change before her eyes. Everyone else followed her lead to see how leaves began rotting, then the trees. The smell was pungent. Thorns and weeds were crawling up the dying trees, pulling them into the swamp.
"(Y/N) please, what's wrong?" Robin whispered in your ear but you couldn't hear him. The sounds of plants screaming and wailing was echoing through your mind. How they begged you to save them. How they begged you to stop.
And then it got hard to breathe, your chest constricted and you were wheezing. Robin had to watch in horror when petals and blood poured from your mouth. You were choking, throwing up and sobbing in his arms, and he was unable to do anything to help you.
"Flash get her to the Batcave." Batman said gruffly, he was shocked and worried for you but didn't say anything, not wanting to scare his son more, "Sending you the coordinates now."
"Alfred prepare the med-bay."
Dick watched with a sinking heart as he handed you into Flash's arms. It took him a few seconds for his mind to stop whirring, he was still kneeling in the swampy marsh when the team huddled around him.
"It's gonna be okay." Wally murmured, wrapping an arm around his shaking body.
"We just have to hope for the best."
When the others had gotten back to the Cave, you had just been moved there, after being looked over by Alfred. He joined you in the med-bay, wanting to keep an eye on you. But as of yet, you still had to wake up.
Dick wasn't supposed to be listening to the adult’s conversation, but he couldn't help himself, he had to know if you were going to be okay.
"The situation is undeterminable, sir. But as of now, the flowers that are clogging her respiratory system keep growing. If we don't find a cure for this, it's inevitable that she will suffocate and pass."
His heart stopped. Die? You couldn't die, not when he still had so many things to tell you. For so long, he hadn't told you of his feelings, wanting to keep the relationship between the two of you professional. But now more than anything, he wished he had said something.
There were so many things he didn't get to do with you yet. You had yet to give him a bouquet on your first date. He wanted to lay in bed with you, smelling fresh flowers as you told him what different plants symbolized. He had yet to see moments where you can't control your powers and make plants grow around the cave.
He hadn't even given you a flower yet.
"Rob listen, I did some research on this 'disease'." Wally said, falling into step with him, "It's called the Hanahaki disease."
"That's fiction Wal—"
"But that's the best we've got right now." Came his curt reply and Dick's heart clenched.
"Hanahaki disease is a fictional sickness that only occurs when someone is suffering from unrequited love. The victim will cough up flower petals that symbolize their love. This disease is only cured when the victim's feelings are romantically returned." Wally read off his phone before turning to Dick with a smile.
He raised a brow, "What?"
"You have to kiss (Y/N)!"
"Yep! You have to return her unrequired love!"
"Wally that's ridiculous, kissing someone doesn't cute anything."
"Well, it's the only thing we have. And for (Y/N), we need to try anything." He said, pushing him towards the med-bay. His voice was tight and tense, like he was holding onto his as his last hope and Dick prayed that it would work when the door of your room came into his sight.
You were asleep and if he hadn't known any better, he would've thought you were healthy. Wally closed the door behind him, leaving Dick alone with you. The only sound in was the beeping from your heart monitor and your light wheezing. It was getting harder to breathe.
Dick inched his way closer to you, watching as your eyelashes fluttered gently in your sleep. Leaning over the bed you were lying in; he pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead before moving his head in line with yours.
"God, please let this work." He whispered and your bottom lip was caught between his. It was feather-light but yet, electricity was buzzing through his veins and fireworks went off in his mind.
For a minute, nothing happened and his heart clenched in his chest before he kissed you a little harder. This had to work because they didn't have any other lead. Dick felt you exhale feebly against him and he almost gave up hope.
But then you took a deep breath, stealing the breath from his lungs and he pulled away quickly to see your eyelids fluttering open. The colour was returning to your cheeks and your eyes were sparkling up at him. You smiled gently and he blinked away tears of relief. Thank goodness.
'His eyes are blue' You thought, staring deeply into them. They were beautiful, alluring. You didn't know why but just looking into his eyes was addicting. Was this what it felt like to be so deep in love? That even his eyes were enough to captivate you?
"I'm so glad you're awake." He muttered, cupping your cheeks firmly and planting another kiss on your lips. You giggled lightly, heart overjoyed to find the boy you had been in love with for so long had returned your feelings and you responded to the kiss eagerly, placing your palms over his hands and leaning into him.
With your regaining strength, you felt a flower materialize in your hands. The stem between your fingers brought you comfort just as the scent of the flower brought you back life.
When Dick pulled away, you delicately slipped it into his hands and he turned his attention to it, blue eyes softening when he recognized this particular flower in his hands.
"It's an Aster." You whispered quietly, lips brushing against his and he chuckled. It was the only flower you thought of when he came to your mind, "Get it?"
Dick turned his eyes away from the blossom and looked at you again. Your heart jumped, noticing just how much love he held in them. Eyes you could swim in, overflowing with love for you. Suddenly you were overwhelmed, feeling adoration and attraction. You needed to be closer to him, even though he was pressed against you.
Your fingers curled into his collar and pulled him closer to you, slanting your lips over his in an open-mouthed kiss. Dick gasped against your lips, startled for no longer than a second before sinking against you and wrapping an arm around your waist to pull you closer.
Your lips moved gently against his, the blushing flower trapped between both your bodies. The smell of fresh flowers clouded Dick's mind with everything that was you. Your hair, your smile, your lips. If you kept kissing him like that, he was certain he'd forget his own name.
And then you pulled away and Dick noted that you were as beautiful as a fresh flower. Your skin was glowing with life and your tired eyes were twinkling. You smiled sleepily at him, eyes closing shut and he lowered you back to the bed. Immediately, you slipped back into slumber, exhausted from the day's events.
He watched for a couple seconds, making sure you were able to breathe without any problems before realizing he should tell the others that you were okay.
He slipped out of the room quietly, stealing a final glance of you sleeping peacefully in the bed and a huge smile grew on his face, "She's awake."
It was only then he noticed just how colourful the room had gotten in the few minutes he was with you.
The walls were covered with vines and roses of different colours, camelias and carnations of different shades. It littered the room, not leaving a single inch of the wall untouched and scattered petals all over the floor like confetti.
Different creepers hung from the ceiling, dusting all the superheroes with sparkling pollen and colourful petals. Not to mention there were stems crawling up the Justice League members, flowers hugging their ankles lovingly.
Batman looked a lot less intimidating with petals in his cape and a rose stuck behind his ear. Robin blushed at the sight of everyone giving him knowing smiles.
"We noticed."
Aster: This flower became a symbol of love when in Greek mythology it was placed on the altars for the gods. So now, when you send a bouquet featuring this vibrant bloom, the message of "Take Care Of Yourself For Me" is implied. It conveys deep emotional love and affection for someone.
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shadowsndaisies · a month ago
codename: nightingale - humanity
Reference: Young Justice Season 1 Episode 15
WC: 5990
synopsis: we meet magiky girl Z, robin gets dumb and bold, and once again we are reminded that wally and yn are our most iconic friendship duo. fight me.
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MOUNT JUSTICE October 10th, 16:58 EDT
It’s been a little over a week since the Injustice League and the Bayou. Wally’s arm was in a cast, and you were different. The team could see it; a part of you had just mellowed out. They gave you space, remembering that Wally had been the same after wearing the helmet of Fate himself. But you could tell some people were on edge, Kaldur, and Robin specifically. They seemed to be the only ones who found your new quietness alarming. 
The team was training, well, not the whole team. Wally was sitting off to the side as you fought in pairs. Canary was observing. She had made the groups, deeming it essential to face off against different people. Artemis and Robin were going at it, Kaldur and M’gann, which left you with Superboy. When Canary first made the groups, you stared at her blankly. How were you supposed to balance his fight? 
“Think of how we fight when we go up against people like Merlyn, or Ace, or Adjudicator,” she winked as everyone took their place. 
You took her words in; they were all pretty powerful enemies. Adjudicator was almost like Wonder Woman in strength, and that was the key. You smirked in realization; sometimes, it wasn’t about being stronger or faster. It was about being smart enough to use their speed and their strength against them. 
You nod at Conner, and he smiles before charging. You wait for him to get close enough before you make your move. You take the arms that reached out for you and push them off course, allowing you to slip behind him and kick him down. Conner was up in an instant, and then the two of you were trading hits. You knew he was pulling back in strength, making his hits almost normal, and you were grateful because you’re sure that the left hook he landed on your cheek could’ve shattered your jaw with his actual strength. 
Eventually, the training session comes to an end, and Canary steps forward, “Good work, everyone,” she calls, and slowly the three pairs slow to a stop. “In fact, it’s been a very productive week.”
“Yeah, for everyone except Kid Malingerer,” Artemis taunts, looking over to where Wally was lounging.
Wally finishes his drink of juice, glaring at the blonde, “Hey, arm broken in combat against the Injustice League here.” 
He waves off the cast to prove his point.
Black Canary chuckles at their antics before addressing us all once more, “I’ve really enjoyed being your, uh,” she tries to find the word to describe it and then looking to you with a smile, “den mother this week.”
You laugh, and she slings an arm around your shoulders, “C’mon kid, cut me some slack,” she whispers. 
Before anyone else can say something, the computer spoke, “Recognize: Zatara, 1-1.”
Everyone in the room turns to the man in the suit and top hat as he enters through the Zeta Tube. He doesn't say anything at first; instead, he goes straight to the Zeta holo screen and types something. 
“Access Granted. Zatanna Zatara, A-0-3. Authorization: Zatara, 1-1,” the computer speaks once more, and your brow furrows. 
The Zeta Tube lights up again, and a girl appears, “Zatanna, this is the Team. Team, my daughter, Zatanna,” he introduces, and you can see the familial resemblance. She’s dressed in what looks like a school uniform, and she seems a bit shy. 
M’gann flies over to the nervous girl, landing quickly, “Hi, I’m-”
“Robin!” the Boy Wonder cuts her off with a bout of vibrancy and a wave, then clears his throat as he steps up, “I mean, I’m Robin. Ah, she’s M’gann, uh, and that’s Wally, Artemis, NG, Kaldur, and Conner.”
Your eyes narrow on Robin in an instant, an uncomfortable feeling bubbles in your chest and gut, and you cross your arms uneasily. Artemis and Kaldur watched you with an amused look as you scanned Zatanna, head to toe. 
“Welcome to the Cave,” Kaldur offers.
“Uh, thanks,” Zatanna says quietly, looking over at her dad.
“So, uh, you- you are you joining the Team?” Robin stutters.
Your face pinched at that, and a low hum escaped you, “hmm,” Artemis turned to you with a raised eyebrow, and you purposefully looked away. 
“Eh, now let’s not get ahead of ourselves,” Zatara steps in. “This is strictly a visit,” he turns to Canary, “though I am sorry we missed the training. It’s something from which Zatanna could benefit.”
M’gann looks curiously at the Team before setting up a link.
 “Do the rest of you guys get the impression we’re still on probation with Zatara?” she asks telepathically.
“Not just Zatara. I mean, why is Marvel still hangin’ round?” Conner asked, his annoyance coming through in waves.
Wally pipes up in the Captain’s defense, “Because we like having him around.”
Artemis turns on the ginger. “You like having him around ‘cause he waits on you hand and foot.”
“And your point is?” Wally drags.
“Last week, you couldn’t wait to get rid of the guy,” you scoff, rolling your eyes as you look at Wally in disbelief.
“It almost makes one nostalgic for Red Tornado’s tenure as our supervisor,” Kaldur says.
Robin lets a sarcastic half chuckle through the link, “Yeah, at least he trusted us.”
“If you ignore the fact, we shouldn’t have trusted him,” Conner snarls. “He was a traitor. That machine nearly got M- all of us killed!”
 “Are you guys having a psychic conversation?” Zatanna asks, catching the entire room’s attention. “'Cause I can't decide if that's cool or, uh, really rude.”
You all exchange looks, and you groan internally; of course, she had to be observant too, it’s not enough for her to be pretty. You shake your head at that; it wasn’t fair. And you had no right, Robin was free to crush on whoever he wants, and that was the facts.
Canary raises an eyebrow at Zatanna’s statement and turns to face you all, so does Zatara, “Alright, fine. We were talking about Tornado. It's been weeks since his attack, and the League hasn't told us anything.”
“The League is searching for Tornado as well as the other Androids that invaded the Cave and their creator, T.O. Morrow,” Canary answers, but her tone is leveled. “Batman’s made tracking them down our highest priority.”
“But you’ve found none of the above,” Robin objects.
“Not yet, but Tornado is Justice League. The Team is not to pursue this,” she ordered and was facing you directly now. Her tone was dangerous, it reminded you of when you first started patrolling with her, it was the if you screw up, you’re going home, tone.
“Why don’t you all take Zatanna on a, uh…” he trails off for a second, “a… tour… of the Cave?”
You all turn and spot Zatanna from where she was sitting, petting Wolf, who stands when Captain Marvel finally returns. A plate of nachos in his hand. 
“Huh, you’re giving a tour? Cool!”  he cheers, and you share a look with Conner.
Conner steps up to the hero, who is petting a staring Wolf, “Actually, I was hoping you’d take Wolf outside. He needs the exercise. Uh, we’ll join you in a few.”
“Sure, sure. I- I can do that. Come on, Wolf,” Marvel says brightly, taking off towards the back door of the Cave.
“Wh-wha-what? My nachos?” Wally whined, but Conner grabbed the front of his shirt and dragged the speedster along.
You stay by Artemis for the most part while low-key glaring at the back of Robin’s head. When he falls in step with you, you choose to walk faster and find yourself between Conner and Aqualad. 
“Hey,” you greet flatly. 
“Is this because of Z-” Conner was about to ask, and you elbowed him. 
“No,” is all you say. 
“Got it,” he smirked.
When Zatanna comes back up to the rest of you, now dressed in a purple tank top and white jeans, you roll your eyes at how Robin gapes at her. 
“When did you… How did you..?” Robin tries, but Zatanna speaks up before he can form a complete sentence.
“We're not really taking a tour, are we?” she asked. 
The Team stops, and Conner turns towards her, “No. We're hunting down that robot.”
“Yes, we are,” Kaldur agrees.
“Oo, wow. Out loud and everything,” Zatanna muses, and you roll your eyes.
“What about New Girl?” Artemis asked, eyeing Zatanna for a second.
“I'm sure she won't tell,” Robin defends quickly, and you roll your eyes again.
Zatanna turns to Robin, coy, “I can't tell. Not if you kidnap me.”
Artemis smirks appreciatively, “Oh, she's going to fit in great.”
“Of course she will,” you mutter darkly under your breath. This time Conner is the one who catches it, and he quirks his brow at you. 
“It’s nothing,” you tell him. 
You all make it onto the bioship without being spotted. When you walk in you, spot Zatanna in your seat and Robin just talking with her. M’gann shoots you a wary look, and you take a deep breath, ignoring the look and walking to where Wally was in the back, and in a second, M'gann conjured up another seat for you. Wally gives you a careful look before looking back to Robin and Zatanna and then back to you. He doesn’t say anything, and you’re grateful for it because you really don’t want to talk about it. The bioship takes off, and soon enough, you’ve left the mountain. You’re over the harbor when Dinah’s voice floods over the comm set. 
“M’gann, the BioShip wasn’t authorized for departure,” she reminds you all.
“We’re kidnapping Zatanna!” M’gann says brightly. “To, uh, show her Happy Harbor. Be back soon!” she covers, and you shake your head. 
“Uh, Roger that. Have fun,” Canary says, and you can hear the hint of skepticism in her voice. 
You get bored and undo the plaited braid in your hair during the flight, redoing it as two dutch braids. 
“Where are we going?” Robin demands. “Batman is the world's greatest detective. He's searched for Tornado and Morrow in every logical place,” he reminds us. 
“If we're gonna do better, we need an illogical solution,” you state flatly and then turn to Wally with a smirk. “A truly dumb idea.” 
At this point, everyone was staring at Wally. He pouts for a second before sighing, “As a matter of fact…” he says with a confident tone.
“Enlighten us, oh quick one,” you muse for him. 
He smirks at you, “Belle Reve,” he states simply, and your expression morphs. 
“That actually might work,” you agree. 
“I don’t get it. What’s Belle Reve prison got to do with finding Red Tornado?” Zatanna speaks up. 
“It’s not about the prison,” you explain, “it’s about who’s stuck in that prison.”
“Professor Ivo!” Robin shouts, meeting your gaze, which you are quick to turn away from. 
“Exactly,” Wally speaks up, saving you from the awkward exchange. “If anyone knows where Morrow is, Ivo will.”
“Belle Reve it is,” Artemis agreed. “But how are we going to get in to see Ivo?”
“Oh, I’ve got that handled,” Miss M smiled.
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BELLE REVE October 10th, 18:35 CDT
You were in Ivo’s cell quicker than expected, “Warden Strange owed us a favor for stopping last month’s prison break,” Miss M informs the evil scientist as we all stand around this interrogation room with him, “he’s given us five minutes with you.”
“Spill Ivo,” Superboy snarls. “How do we find T. O. Morrow and his Reds?”
“Now, why in the world would I know how to find Morrow?” Ivo questions lazily as he leans back in his chair.
“Because, and here’s a truly dumb idea,” KF speaks up, “you’re Morrow’s biggest competitor in the evil android game. Who better to keep track of what he’s up to and where?” Kid offers.
“That actually made sense,” you whisper to Artemis, and she smirks. 
Ivo doesn’t turn down the idea, “Ah. I see your point. So let me rephrase,” he leans forward and looks Miss M in the eyes. “Why in the world would I tell you how to find Morrow?”
“He knows,” you state, after analyzing the scientist.
Aqualad nods, then turns to Miss M, “Do what you must,” he green lights. 
Miss M’s eyes snap open, glowing as she squares up with Morrow. 
“Oh, please. As if I’ve never faced a telepath before,” he chuckles.
Before any of you can react further, Zatanna is suddenly at his side chanting, “Trulb tuo S’worrom eurt noitacol!” (blurt out Morrow’s true location)
“Morrow’s in a secret underground base beneath Yellowstone National Park, 100 meters South of Old Faithful,” Ivo admits rapidly.
Your eyebrow raises because, okay, that’s pretty cool. The entire Team is completely stunned, looking at Ivo. 
“Wait. What-what just happened?” Ivo stutters in surprise. 
With the information, you’re all quickly back on the bioship, heading towards Yellowstone. 
“Block out all external communications,” Kaldur commands.  “Soon, Canary and Zatara, Batman too, I imagine will know of our… visit with Professor Ivo. We haven’t much time.”
“Look,” Robin chuckles, trying to lighten the conversation a little, turning to Zatanna, “I'm trying to be nonchalant here.”
“Why?” Zatanna asks. “Be as chalant as you like.”
Your eyes twitch as you feel some eyes dart to you and their conversation. Your eyes narrow so harshly on the black-haired magician as you cross your arms over yourself and recline in the seat. You take another deep breath and focus on the floor. Out of your peripherals, you can see Wally staring at you, so softly you whisper a warning. 
“Stop staring at me like that, Wally,” you warn. 
“It’s just that she said cha-” he starts, and you can hear his nervous tone, but thankfully he’s keeping his volume down. 
“I know what she said,” you cut him off with a glare, and he swallows. 
“Okay, are you okay?” he tries again. 
“I’m fine,” you brush. 
“Clearly,” he laments. And your head snaps to him in a warning. “I totally missed the part where you guys became this close, and that’s on me, but like, it’s okay, if you’re not okay, right now, I mean?” he offers, but his voice goes up a bit at the end. 
“It’s whatever Wally,” you huff. 
“It’s not whatever,” he pushes. 
“She’s cool, you know, and pretty, and of course, he would like her. So whatever,” you hiss. 
“You’re jealous,” he smirks. 
“This is ridiculous,” you argued. 
“I get that, but maybe you should talk to him-” Wally starts and you straighten as you stare at him. 
“Not an option, KF,” you grit, your volume had gone up and drew the attention of everyone on the ship. 
You purse your lips, glare at the speedster, and slouch back into the seat, ignoring everyone else. 
“I think we’re all just trying to get a handle on your powers,” Artemis asks, calling the attention back to Zatanna. “Could you teleport us to Tornado or Morrow to a cell or force his bots to surrender?”
“Or create peace on Earth for all time?” Zatanna returns sarcastically; she had been staring at you for a while before finally looking back to Artemis. “Zatara couldn’t even do all that, and I’m nowhere near on my dad’s level,” she states seriously as she looks directly at Artemis. “I need to know a spell cold or else have time to prep it. Plus, all magic requires energy which usually has to come from within. I can’t just make the impossible happen at will.”
“What's our ETA to Yellowstone?” Conner demands angrily, interrupting the conversation. “I'm way past ready to stuff Tornado into a trash compactor.”
“Are you so certain he betrayed us?” Kaldur asks calmly.
“Aren't you?!” Conner argues.
“I am not convinced,” Kaldur admits. “And even so, that makes him but a victim of his creator's programming. Certainly, he deserves the chance to prove he's more than the weapon others designed him to be,” his words are sage, and for many of you on board, you understood the double meaning. 
It seems to be enough because Conner closes his eyes as he turns back towards the front of the BioShip. When he opens his eyes, the rage is gone.
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You’re passing Old Faithful as it creates a geyser. The camouflaged Bioship flies past it and lands in the trees.
Aqualad is already standing when it touches down, “Stealth Mode,” he orders, hitting his belt buckle—forcing his suit to go stealth. 
KF, Artemis, and M'gann do as Kaldur told them, and you start checking your gear.
Zatanna opens the door, and Aqualad approaches her, “I recommend you stay behind.”
“Is that an order?” Zatanna asks quickly.
“No,” Kaldur assures her. “You must do as you see fit.”
“Good,” the girl begins her chant and guides the bright blue magic smoke up her body. “Emit ot yrt eht wen kool!” (time to try the new look). Her clothes transform into a suit that almost looks like her father’s but with a unique, young, and feminine spin. 
You follow after Robin as he takes the lead, keeping pace with Aqualad for the moment being, as you analyze your surroundings until you all pause by a clearing. 
Robin pulls up his HoloGlove, looking over the map, “Ivo’s right. Something’s down there.”
Aqualad leads the charge, the rest of the Team following him, only to be stopped by harsh blowing winds that knock everyone off their feet. Squinting through the kicked-up dust, your eyes widen upon seeing Red Tornado above you all. Tornado uncrosses his arms, creating a powerful red twister, a second follows after it, and soon enough, you all are surrounded by several gigantic tornadoes.
“Why, Tornado?” Miss M shouts over the wind. “Why are you doing this?”
His arms are once again crossed over his chest as more tornadoes crop up between him and the Team. You squint at them and spot the hidden message. P L A Y   D E A D was written as individual letters from each tornado. 
 “Message received?” Miss Martian links the Team.
 Superboy nods before turning back to Tornado, “Who cares why? Nail him!” and he charges forward, and suddenly, the team is moving with an attack. 
You stand on guard, and Superboy and Aqualad attack first, “Superboy, Maneuver 7!” Aqualad shouted. 
Superboy is quick to comply. His boots drag as he spins into a quick stop, his fingers threading together, landing in a solid horse stance and waiting until the Atlantean’s barefoot lands in his hands before he shoots him high to the air with a battle cry from both of them. Tornado looks like he’s not going to move as Aqualad pulls back his fist, and then suddenly, he moves just enough for Aqualad’s eyes to go wide before he is hit in the face by Tornado’s punch. You wince because a direct face hit always hurts, acting or not. You wince again as Superboy gets taken out as the two of them crash together. Artemis steps up with her bow in hand, grabbing two arrows that she shoots at Tornado. Robin came to her side to back her up if needed. The arrows nearly make it to Tornado before he stops them dead, then pulls them into the tornado keeping him in the air. With no warning, they’re shot back at Robin and Artemis.
“Look out!” Robin tries to warn, but neither can get out of the way before they explode upon contact with the Earth.
“That does it, Red,” KF stands up from his crouched position. “You’re not the only spin doctor around here,” he spins and creates his own twister due to the speed of his whirling. You squint at Wally, unsure if the cast is throwing him off balance, but spot Miss M coming up behind Tornado. Sadly, it appears Tornado senses her too. Just as she goes to throw a punch at Tornado, he turns over his shoulder, avoiding her hit, grabbing her wrist, and throwing her into Wally, which led both of them to hit the ground hard.
You make a move, but Zatanna is closer. She holds up her hands and tries. You can see it. How badly she wants to succeed, “Etaerc a… a… dleihs dnuora ym-” (create a….a...shield around my-)  her stuttered spell is cut off by Tornado’s hand around her neck. He once again says nothing before dropping her to the ground. You move forward and tap the emblem on your neck before screaming at Red. The sonic waves are enough to push him back due to its abruptness, but soon Red is turning and spinning the air around you, leaving you gasping instead of screaming as you collapse in fake unconsciousness. 
Only then do all the other tornadoes disappear while he remains high off the ground above them. Another bot comes up behind him, “Quite a performance, brother,” it calls, “but we both know that’s all it was. I have all your memories, Tornado, plus a next-gen processor. I know your next move before you do.”
Realizing that your ploy would not work, you slowly sit back up as the bot continues, “Blowing a message into the sand?” the message is in the air now, and he throws it at us. It shatters and falls towards each of us as we scatter.
You scream at the rock, breaking the giant boulder into a small flurry of pebbles that drop in front of you.
Looking around, Zatanna is the only one you can’t see, and a slight pang of guilt shoots through you.
 “Zatanna?” Robin asks into the link, hope in his voice. 
“I’m good,” she assures, “but Red Tornado’s getting away.”
“Is he abandoning us?!” Artemis asks incredulously as she knocks another arrow.
“I don’t believe that,” Miss Martian defends.
 KF runs up Red Volcano’s pillar, “You stand no chance against me, humans!” Volcano snarls as he hits KF in the side with a vicious punch.
“We're not human!” Superboy and Miss M shout, M’gann using her power to keep Superboy in the air as she flies towards the villain.
“Apologies, I suppose the properly inclusive term is-” two huge hands of Earth, rise and clap together over the Alien members of the Team, “meat-bags.”
He swipes his right hand down, and the Earth shatters. Dropping Aqualad and Artemis into a hole, they both scream as they fall. Luckily Artemis is quick to use an arrow with a line to catch herself, swing over, and catch Kaldur before getting them out of the rift before it would’ve crushed them.
You nod to Robin, and he nods back. The two of you use the newly formed ridge, running side by side and jumping off at the point before throwing your weapons. Robin launched a birdarang, and you followed with three marble bombs.
Volcano expected it, though, catching the attacks, they exploded in his hand. Yet, as the smoke clears, he is unharmed.
 “Tornado’s memory files and my superior processing speed allow me to anticipate your every move,” he taunts. 
“Ekoms emoceb a dlofdnilb!” (smoke become a blindfold)  Zatanna enchants, and the deep black smoke around Volcano covers his eyes.
You and Robin land and run towards Zatanna. 
“Tornado never knew my moves,” she says proudly, and you nod in agreement. 
“And I bet you've got some good ones,” Robin flirts, and your body tenses as you turn to look at him. Robin’s eyes go wide as he realizes what he said, then looks to the slightly annoyed Zatanna, “Whoa. Sorry, that may have come off a little too, Wally.”
“A little?” you grit.
She chuckles, “I don't mind,” she flirted back, and you nearly snapped. 
“Can we focus on the unbeatable android, please,” you shout, gaining both of their attention. Your eye twitched again as you looked at Robin who’s eyes widened in response before turning back to Volcano. 
Volcano’s eyes glow even brighter as the machinery inside him whirs into a new gear. He shoots laser-like beams into the sky, and the SuperVolcano behind him erupts. The lava flows down the mountain, creeping on you all as you continue to try and fight Red Volcano. He launches two small, partially molten rocks at Kid Flash, who uses one of Volcano’s old spires to jump out of the way and flip to the level below before skidding to a stop. 
“He’s activating a Stage Two Eruption. It gets to Stage Three, kiss the hemisphere goodbye,” Wally explained. 
“We need a plan,” you stress as the lava gets closer. 
Kaldur charges at Volcano with two swords, “Hit him from all sides.”
Volcano takes out Aqualad with a simple wave of his right hand, and Superboy jumps towards Volcano from the front. His fist connects, and the pressure wave shows the force behind it, but Volcano blocks it. He grabs Superboy’s wrist and throws him closer to the lava. Camouflaged M’gann lands and pulls at Volcano's back. He merely glances over his shoulder to cause a vent to burst with air, debris, and lava. She screams as her camo falls.
“M’gann!” Superboy leaps to get to her, and you follow after him but can’t get close enough to create a scream that won’t hurt M’gann. 
Red Volcano lands in the mere feet between the two teens, startling them. He turns to Superboy, knocking him away. He reaches out and grabs Miss M by the hood as she coughs as grunts.
“Ekoms dna srorrim. Etaerc Dik Hsalf snoisulli!” (Smoke and mirrors. Create Kid Flash illusions!) Zatanna chants, one hand on the crouching Kid’s shoulder. The smoke from the lava turns into copies of KF; all of them take off within moments.
“I-I use a scaled-down version when I want to sneak out of the house,” she says brightly.
Red Volcano raises a hand, and a rock flies to take out some of the KFs. While his back is turned, the real KF comes at Volcano from behind, focusing on M’gann. He snags her away from him and comes to a stop beside the rest of you.
Suddenly water bursts up on Aqualad’s right, morphing in a stream that hits Red Volcano in the chest and knocks him into the lava behind him.
“Nice hit!” Robin cheers at Aqualad, but he isn’t looking at the youngest, and neither are you. 
“The hit was not mine. Look!” Aqualad calls, and you see Red Torpedo. 
He stands resolute, rising on another pillar of water, sending two smaller streams at a still partially submerged Red Volcano. Covering the area in steam, from it rises a stone pillar, Volcano lying on top. Red Tornado flies in and takes out the pillar, dropping Red Volcano back into the magma. 
You’re all watching in surprise now, and when Fireballs start to rain down on Red Volcano, you let out a breath, “It’s the Reds,” you call. The rest of the team can only watch in stunned silence.
Red Inferno doesn’t hesitate to get into the waist-high magma, Red Volcano has a crushing grip on her hands, yet she pushes against him.
“Sister, brother, stop!” Red Volcano shouts.
Like a rocket, Red Torpedo hits Red Volcano in the chest, taking all three of them into the magma fully. The two lighter Reds hold him down by the neck and the left arm despite how they’re already melting. Red Tornado flies over the lava, using his tornado as a buffer before he stands on Red Volcano’s chest. By now, all of them are melting away with the heat.
“Father would be so disappointed.” Red Volcano says before his eyes glow brightly one more time and the machinery within him whirs low.
“Tornado’s not gonna make it,” you shout in realization. 
Superboy reacts quickly, jumping over and grabbing Red Tornado by the cape, pulling him from the lava. It’s a startling realization that the volcano has yet to slow. 
“Tornado, listen, we’re on the verge of a Stage Three SuperVolcano Eruption. There’s no turning back from that. We need to vent pressure, fast,” KF informs us rapidly. “But the ash cloud will bring on a worldwide Nuclear Winter unless you divert it.” 
Red Tornado nods, in affirmation, “Triangulate around the pressure locus,” KF tells Robin.
“Right,” Robin types on his HoloGlove. “There, there, and there,” he says as he finds the three spots.
Without a word and barely a glance between them, Artemis shoots her arrow to the Volcano, it breaks into three, and they explode on contact at the directed points. Red Tornado’s legs spark a little before he gets his signature tornado under him, and he flies off past the ash cloud. His eyes glow red as he snaps his arms out, creating a gigantic tornado that pulls the ash cloud up and through the outer atmosphere. 
You all watch as the lava cools. “Yes!” Though the sound of whirring grabs your attention instantly.
Red Tornado doesn’t land well, and you instantly rush over to him, moving quickly to get Red to the lab. 
You, Robin, and Wally work together to put Red’s voice modulator back in. 
“There,” you mutter as you move the last piece. 
Robin sighs in relief, “That should do it.”
“Yes. I can speak again,” Tornado confirms, his faceplate coming back down.
“You were willing to sacrifice yourself to save the planet,” Kaldur says, stepping up.
“The planet would have survived. It was Humanity that was saved,” Tornado states logically. “Though not by me. My sister and brother were the true heroes this day.”
“My point is this… you were never the mole, never a traitor,” Kaldur says, a hand on Tornado’s shoulder.
“No, I left to protect you from further attack and to find my creator, Morrow,” Tornado reveals.
KF, who had been rifling around, lets out a shout, “Cool!” he holds up a large red hand. “Souvenir.”
Robin is looking through another container, finding a leg that he shows to KF, grinning. “Reddy, we can rebuild you better than you were before,” Robin offers. 
“I do not believe I should be repaired,” the android admits, and a heavy silence settles over you.
Conner glances over his shoulder, finally facing Tornado, “Why did you volunteer to become our Den Mother in the first place?” it’s one thing that doesn’t make sense.
“I was the pragmatic choice,” Tornado says bluntly. “I do not require sleep. I have no secret identity or a second life to live.”
KF gets it first, and you share a look with him, “But you do have advanced AI Programming,” the speedster reminds us. 
“Designed to learn, adapt, evolve,” you realize, turning back to Tornado. 
M’gann knocks herself in the head, “Hello, Megan! You wanted to become more human.”
“And you couldn't do that with the League,” Artemis realizes. “They're stiffs,” she states flatly, and you snort.
“You're sure not going to learn emotion from Batman. Trust me,” Robin chuckles.
“Then the cave was not a proving ground only for us… but for you as well,” Kaldur turns back to Tornado.
“I do not know if those statements are accurate,” Tornado admits, “but perhaps they are true. And if I understand the term correctly, I believe I have come to… care about you all.”
“See? Practically a meat-bag already,” Conner says slowly.
“Which reminds me,” Tornado realizes, though he leaves it at that. 
Soon enough, the camouflaged BioShip takes off into the night sky, heading back to Mount Justice. 
Some time into the flight, Robin leans forward, touching Zatanna’s shoulder. “So, good kidnapping?” he asks.
“Actually, yeah,” she smiles as she turns back towards him. “Best ever.”
Robin chuckles, “First of many, I hope.”
Zatanna turns back to the front, worried, “If my dad doesn't ground me for life.”
You bite your lip and turn away, Wally opens his mouth, but you give him a pained look. His gaze softens as he holds his cast out to you with a sharpie. “Go crazy,” he shrugs, and a small smile quirks to your lips. 
“Why?” you ask, taking the sharpie and setting his arm in your lap. 
“You’re strong, NG. No matter what happens or who, just remember that, okay? And Rob, I love the guy, really, but you’re way out of his league,” Wally winks, and you shake your head. 
“I mean the cast,” you deadpan, and he smirks. 
“You’re good at art, and people at school keep complaining that it’s blank,” he shrugs, and you smile, uncapping the sharpie. 
You’re focused on drawing differing things on the cast and listening to Wally as he tells you a joke that you miss the way Robin turns to you. A slight pout on his lips from the fact that you were sitting so far away and that you weren’t paying attention to anyone but Wally. 
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MOUNT JUSTICE October 11th, 1:12 EDT
By the time you get back to Mount Justice, Wally's cast has spaceships, planets, and plants all over. 
“You drew flowers on my cast,” he groans, looking at it and then back to you.
“Wally, I’m helping you,” you roll your eyes as you walk off the bioship. 
“How?” he presses.
“When someone asks about it, you can say you let your younger cousin draw on your cast because she really wanted to. That’ll get you some serious sweetheart credit because now you’re such a sweet guy,” you muse. 
He stares at you for a second before spinning you around with his good arm, forcing a giggle out of you. 
“You’re a genius,” he breaths, kissing your temple before racing off. 
You shake your head, and suddenly Zatanna is beside you. 
“Hi,” she greets nervously. 
“Hey, Zatanna,” you smile back softly. 
“I wanted to talk to you about the um, mission,” she began. 
“You did good. Hopefully, your dad will let you join the team,” you say honestly. It stung a bit, but even if you were jealous, it didn’t matter. Zatanna was good out in the field, and she was pretty cool. She had every right to be a part of this team if that was what she wanted. 
“Thanks!” she smiled brightly, with a hint of surprise, “but I meant about Robin, specifically.”
“What about him?” you try your best to be nonchalant; you really do. 
“I know you like him,” she admits, and you freeze. She stops in front of you and stares at you carefully, “it’s how you look at him, and how you guys were in the field. You really know each other, you guys can operate without saying anything and compliment the other so well,” she notes, and you fidget uncomfortably under her gaze. 
“Look, Zatanna, if you like him, you should go for it. I’m sure he likes you, too,” you manage to get out. 
“I was going to say the same thing. He may have been talking with me today, but he was looking at you a lot. You should talk to him,” she presses, and you let out a low chuckle. 
“You’re the second person to tell me that today,” you admit. 
“So why don’t you do it?”
“I can’t,” you tell her. 
“Why not?” she’s persistent; you’d give her that. 
“Because today was a reminder of how easy it is to lose somebody. You know, I’ve lost a lot of people, Z, but the thing that I learned was that you can only lose them once you let them in. Robin’s been at the cusp of that doorway for a while, and I guess that’s where he’s going to stay, for now at least,” you explain to her, and she frowns. 
“That sounds lonely,” she argued, and you chuckle sadly.
“I guess so,” you shrug with a hollow smile before walking away. “I’ll see you around, Zatanna!”
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raineydays411 · a month ago
Fly me to the moon
Dick Grayson x Reader
Summary: After a mission goes wrong, you and the Guardians are left with no other choice but to land on Earth. The only problem is that you haven’t been there in about three years and you kind of left on bad terms.
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Fear gripped your heart as you held on to the arm rests of your seat. You never will get used to being jerked around as Peter navigated through asteroids.
While trying to escape from whatever being, gang, or government the team has angered that day.
This time, you’re running because the king of some planet wanted you to marry his son. Then Rocket threatened to castrate him, all 
What can you say? You wanted adventure.
Oh shit.
Lights keep flashing as the ship started shaking. Peter and Rocket were arguing as Drax was laughing. You and Groot look at each other in concern and Gamora just looks like she wants to kill everyone. 
“um guys...”
“I’m sorry, I’m just a little concerned with the FLEET OF SHIPS CHASING US RIGHT NOW”
“WHAT Y/N??!”
“They’re surrounding us..”
Peter and Rockett’s eyes widen as they actually pay attention, seeing that you pursuers are indeed forming a large circle. 
Rocket turns to Peter, “Make a jump.”
“What?! Are you crazy?!” “YES but we don’t have any other better ideas!!” 
“Just do it!” Gamora yells, fed up with the arguing.
 And after a beat of hesitation, Peter faced forward and shouted a quick,“HOLD ON TIGHT”
Then made the jump. 
After a flash of light, you feel the ship enter the atmosphere of a planet. It shakes as Peter tries to gain control but is failing.
“Someone need’s to go out there and fix the booster!” Peter yells looking at Rocket.
“Don’t look at me. I went last time.”
“As did I.”
“Me too.”
“I am groot.”
You sigh, knowing that it was your turn, “ Alright I’ll go.”
You unbuckle your seat belt and grumble to Peter,” You know, you’re not a responsible guardian.” 
He scoffs and says, “I’m teaching you life skills kid. Now go with Rocket.”
You and Rocket roll your eyes as you head towards the back of the ship. He helps you get tied up as the ship shakes around you. He reminds you how to fix the broken part and then mutters a gruff, “You sure you’re gonna be okay?”
To which you smirk and reply with a, “Sure old man, why you worried?”
He rolls his eye and immediately take back what he said, opening the hatch allowing you to step out and crawl out on the side of the ship. Simple, you’ve done this before.
But this time it was different. It seemed that Peter was having trouble steering. You’re jostled around and you scowl. You speak into the little ear com
“Ay Quill, you mind flying better?!”
“SOrry kid. There's some flying dude in spandex trying to hit us!!”
What? There's no way.
“What? Is he in blue and has a red “s” on his chest?” 
There’s no way. Your luck is not this shitty.
“Um..yeah how did you know that?”
“Uh I-AH” You’re cut off, a red laser shooting the rope that had you harnessed to the ship, and helped you keep balance. Thus making you cling onto the side of the ship with your best abliltiy.
The ship swerves more, trying to avoid the flying man.
“Where are these guys coming from?!”
That’s the last thing you hear when you’re knocked off the ship, you look up to see a bat shaped object where you were holding on. Everything goes in slow motion as you fall. The last thing you hear is Peter yelling in your ear as you hit the ground and everything goes black.
You groan as you shift on the ground. A sharp pain running up your leg as you sit up. You see a few cuts and you know at least your ankle is sprained.
Your vision clears as you look at your surroundings. You see forrest. That’s all, just forrest. You hear the calls of birds and chattering of woodland creatures.but then you hear footsteps. The crunching of twigs as someone creeps your way. 
You leap to your feet, crying out as the weight on your ankle sends more pain shooting up your side. But you don’t let that deter you. You keep the small mask Rocket made for you on, hiding your identity. That’s when you see him
“You’re not from here are you?” 
You stay silent, observing his moves. Not wanting to get ambushed.
“Do you know what I’m even saying?”
There's a beat of silence then you lowly say “ My..My family?”
“Oh they’re fine. It seems that the ship you were on crashed but everyone's okay! Don’t worry. They’re worried about you though. So, um, you wanna come with me.”
Relieved you relax your stance. A familiar feeling coming over you as you cock your hip, “ I don’t know, Rocket always said not to speak to strangers.”
He blushes, not expecting your shift in tone, “ Well, I’m Robin.”
You smirk, “ I know.” 
He looks confused, but that morphs into shock as you click a button, allowing the mask to retract and reveal your face. 
“Hey Grayson.”
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misssharrington · a month ago
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━ 𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓼𝓱𝓸𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓲𝓶𝓪𝓵 𝓭𝓲𝓰𝓷𝓲𝓽𝔂
pairing: tim drake x oc!bianca romano
genre: angst, drama
word count: 4.2k
warnings: slight drugs
girl of steel: masterlist │ chapter four
𝐈 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓 the most painful thing in the world would be amputation without anesthesia, and then be burnt alive. I was wrong. This headache is worse.
I woke up, blinded by a light shining in my face. After what felt like an hour of struggling and procrastinating, I managed to open my eyes, finding that the light was sun shining through the broken ceiling of the abandoned building.
I hadn't even moved yet, and already my head was spinning so badly the whole world looked like a Tilt-A-Whirl. And the pounding headache - Zeus giving birth to Athena from his skull had nothing on this.
I managed to get off of the bed, only to stumble and fall down onto the floor - not helping the dizziness, by the way - and ended up throwing up anything I'd ever consumed for the past week. Once that horrid pain was over, I looked around the room.
It was empty. Luke was gone, and it was empty. No signs of cups, needles, anything. The floor was damp, like it had been raining but dried off. And there were leaves scattered around, like they had been blown in. Maybe there was a storm during the night.
I stood up, only this time to trip over my shoe flung on the floor, and falling onto the bed. The bed must be old and weak, I thought, because as soon as I landed on it, it broke in half. I looked for my shoe and realised that I had kicked it back through a hole in the wall, and it had landed outside in the middle of the woods, lost to the world. Typical.
With one shoe and minimal dignity, I made my way down to exit the house, only to find it completely empty and clean. The morning after usually includes everybody waking up a mess on the floor, this was the complete opposite. It was empty. Weird. But, I'm sure there's an explanation. Maybe the police came. But then why would those fuckers leave me here alone.
I froze with shock. What if I was dead. Did the overdose work? What if I was dead and this was it. This was hell. I really doubt I would've gone into heaven. Or maybe it was. Maybe the one prayer I said to Him on the train payed off.
Cautiously, I made my way out of the house and walked the shortcut through the forest to the main street of Metropolis. And let me say, that journey felt especially quick. Like, super speed quick. I could've sworn it took me way longer getting there last night. Maybe it was the hangover.
> 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐩𝐚𝐝
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hashiramallows · a month ago
AAAAA your kori piece was so cute!!! would you pls write something with kaldur from young justice where his s/o is part of the team (without powers, but is a skilled fighter)? maybe they're cooking and kaldur sits nearby or something domestic like that. love your work!! <3
hi anon! thank you for your kind words! hope you enjoy this one!! LYSM - Tori
new normal | Kaldur’ahm x reader ♡
A nice smell takes over the kitchen as you continue to cook, you're filled with confidence that this will turn out good, the team had come back from a mission just a couple days before, and cooking aways brought a sense a comfort to you after the stress of the vigilante lifestyle. It's just such a regular thing that most people do, and for that same reason, it makes you feel that even if just for a moment, you're living a normal life just like everyone else, these little things that are overlooked by normal civillians are treasured by people such as vigilantes, who often treat them as a luxury in the middle of their chaotic lives.
"Smells good" Kaldur says as he casually enters the kitchen, coming behind you to give you a quick kiss on the cheek.
He moves his hands, and you thing he might wrap his arms around your waist, instead he swiftly takes a small piece of the food you're cooking, putting in his mouth before you could protest, there is not a trace of regret in his face as he chews on it.
"Kaldur!!" You say in a scolding tone, giving him a cold look "It's not ready, go sit down!!" 
“I was only curious to see if it tasted good too”
“You’ll see it when it’s ready” 
He cuckles at your reaction but he does as you say, sitting nearby, elbows resting on the kitchen counter as he watches you cook, there is a gentle smile in his face when he sees you roll your eyes at him. Sometimes it’s easy to forget the both of you aren’t married yet, your dynamic is so natural it almost seems like you’ve been together for centuries. Even if the life the both of you live is so unconventional, you’re lucky to have each other, and to have created this world where you can build these estable and homely moments in the middle of your chaotic lives.
You’re glad to have created this new normal with him.
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shadowsndaisies · a month ago
codename: nightingale - revelations
Reference: Young Justice Season 1 Episode 14
WC: 5434
synopsis: the jokers a psycho, ng makes drastic choices, and wally has a heart attack 
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MOUNT JUSTICE October 1st, 18:13 EDT
You were stretching out in the cave while Kaldur and Robin were doing some hand-to-hand training on the deck. You were all dressed in civvies, and you had to fight the laugh at Kaldur’s sandals when you first arrived. Zatara and Captain Marvel were observing from off to the side. The boys had been going for a solid half hour now, and they only slowed when you all spotted M’gann, Conner, and Wolf approach. You moved to stand beside the boys as you looked at the two aliens. 
“You know they're a couple, right?” you asked quietly. 
Kaldur smiled and nodded, “I believe I knew before they did.”
Two more sets of footsteps approached from the opposite direction, and the three of you turn and spot Wally and Artemis. You couldn’t help but sigh.
“Do we tell them?” Robin asked, probably trying to look out for his closest friend.
“It's not our place,” Kaldur states and offers us both a warning glance.
You all drop the topic when Wally steps closer, “So if Zatara is our babysitter of the week, why's he still here?” Wally’s annoyance was directed at Captain Marvel, and understandably so. Sometimes that man was like an unruly child. “And why's he eating my snacks?”
You snorted at the whine in Wally’s voice, and he turned to you with a deadpan, He looked like he was about to say something else, but the zeta cut him off. 
“Recognize: Batman; 0-2,” the computer calls out.
Batman surges forward, “Computer, national news.” 
He doesn’t stop until he’s reached the holoscreens his more abrupt than normal attitude effectively caught out attention. Your brow furrows as you shared a look of confusion with Robin. He pulls up the footage of a plant creature in Metropolis, and you adjust your sunglasses in surprise.
“The initial attack was short-lived, but Metropolis was only granted a short reprieve,” the TV shows the massive plant standing upright and attacking while the reporter says her bit. “And despite the intervention of Superman and the Justice League, there seems to be no end in sight,” the camera follows League members and show’s their attempts at fighting the super-plant.
“Should we get out there?” Robin’s the first to ask the question. 
“No. The League will soon have the situation under control,” Batman informs, leaving no room to argue. “That's not why I'm here. According to your intel, Sportsmaster supplied Cadmus' Blockbuster formula to Kobra.”
“Who combined it with Bane's Venom to create Kobra-Venom,” Wally riffs.
“Which the Brain used to create his animal army,” Robin added.
“And upgrade Wolf,” Conner jumped in.
“The Brain also used inhibitor collars like the ones at Belle Reve Penitentiary,” M’gann remembers.
Your eyebrows knitted in thought as something occurred to you, “Batman, is it possible that plant thing’s on Kobra-Venom, too?”
Batman turned to you with a grimmer than usual expression, “I had Green Lantern run a spot analysis,” the Dark Knight says as he pulls up a holographic keyboard. “Divine cellulose does contain trace amounts of a Kobra-Venom variant.”
 “These cannot be coincidences,” Kaldur says, “unrelated criminals are cooperating with one another worldwide.”
You nudge Robin’s side discreetly and he nods at you before pulling up another keyboard. He usues the holopad to start typing, you siscreetly watch over his shoulder as he summons a few more holoscreens. 
“Exactly. It's now clear our enemies have formed some kind of secret society of supervillains. The attack on Metropolis is only the beginning,” Batman says.
“You got that right,” Robin agreed and pulled up more screens for us to see. “Plant creatures have sprouted in Gotham City, Paris, Star City, Taipei-”
Suddenly all the screens cut to static, cutting off the Boy Wonder and causing Batman to turn around and look at them.
“Dude,” Wally called, and you frowned looking at the suddenly unresponsive screen.
“It's not me,” Robin defends, typing just as quickly as he’s speaking. “Someone's cutting in the satellite signal. All satellite signals.”
The image suddenly cuts back in to reveal the Joker. He taps on the camera lens, as if to get everyone’s attention, “Ladies and gentlemen, we interrupt your regularly scheduled mayhem to bring you this important announcement…” the Joker opens a switchblade in one hand then uses the other to turn the camera left. “From the Injustice League,” The Joker laughs off-camera.
“Well that’s original,” you mutter softly, catching Wally’s eye for a second.
“We are responsible for the attacks on your cities,” Count Vertigo starts as the camera zooms in. “If you wish to save them, a ransom of 10 billion American Dollars is required. Delivery instructions have been sent to the United Nations. There is no time limit. But the longer your governments wait….”
The Joker’s gloved hand turns the camera away from the other six, “The more we get to have our… jollies.” he laughs maniacally until it cuts back to static.
“Roger that, Aquaman,” Batman says rather suddenly into his comms. “The UN will prepare the ransom as a fallback, but it won't come to that.”
The keyboard beeps rapidly as Robin continues to type away. The video rewinds, and you step forward, analyzing the footage, “Count Vertigo, the Joker, Poison Ivy, Ultra-Humanite, Atomic Skull, Black Atom, Wotan. Seven heavy hitters. Probably behind nearly everything and everyone we've faced.”
“There's your secret society,” Wally murmurs.
“Not so secret anymore,” Artemis muttered.
“Perhaps after India, they realized we would deduce the truth and saw no point in hiding any longer,” Kaldur offers.
“Yeah! That was their mistake,” Wally says brightly as he clenched his fist. “Right now, I say we go kick some plant creature butt.”
“The Justice League will handle the plants,” Batman denies almost instantly. “I have a different job for this team.”
“Oh, man,” Wally whines but grunts as Artemis hits him in the arm.
“With the plants attacking so many locations simultaneously, there must be a central
control system. Your mission is to destroy it,” Batman orders
“You realize what you're really asking them to do?” Zatara says as he walks up to Batman, the worry is evident in his voice. 
“They're ready,” Batman assures, and you take a deep breath in realization.
“Ready? Ready for what?” Wally asks, only to be hit in the arm again by Artemis. “Ow! Will you cut that-”
“Hello, Wally,” Artemis purposefully mimics M’gann’s phrase but with more attitude.
You turn to your speedster friend, “If the big guns are fighting plants, who do you think we'll be fighting?” 
“I don't know. I guess we’ll…” he gasps as Artemis’s arm jabs in front of his face. “Ohhh,” he mumbles.
“Well, Batman, I trust you're correct,” Zatara turns back to Batman, and your heart starts to race a bit faster in anxiety. 
“I trust you can locate the enemy,” Batman bites, with narrowed eyes on the sorcerer.
“Indeed. Wotan's involvement suggests sorcery is part of how the plants are controlled,” Zatara turns to the Team rather suddenly. “Robin, if you will provide a holo-map, I'll search for signs of concentrated sorcerous activity.”
A holographic globe appears in the center of the training room in seconds, and Zatara steps up and raises his hands towards the globe, “Etacol retnecipe fo yrecros.” (locate epicenter of sorcery)
A small red dot appears in the southern part of the US, “There. That is where you will find the Injustice League’s central control system.”
Robin looks at the readout in front of him, “Coordinates locked in. The Louisiana Bayou.”
“We are on our way,” Kaldur promises, and then we all take off to gear up. 
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You didn’t waste time gearing up. Your suit was on, and you were making sure you had all your toys too. The marble bombs, escrima sticks, the metallic bracelets you could use to call them back to you, your ring daggers, etc. Honestly, it was kind of surprising how much gear you could hide when fully tact-ed up like this. Your eyes landed on Robin’s as he met your gaze from the other side of the armory. You smiled softly before realizing that you need a backup plan. 
“I’ll meet you guys on the ship. I need to grab one more thing,” you decide, grabbing a duffle bag. 
You don’t wait for their responses before you walk out. Carefully you sneak through the hall and into the souvenir room. You stare at the golden helmet with a conflicted mind before grabbing it. Should you all fail, Doctor Fate would not. This was your plan B, even if it was a horrible idea. You made sure no one was watching as you slipped it into the duffle bag and slung the bag over your shoulders. 
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BAYOU BARTHOLOMEW October 1st, 18:52 CDT
No one said anything about it during the first part of the flight, probably assuming it was just some extra gear. But as we got closer to the Bayou, Wally seemed to notice it, laying by your feet. 
“Hey Birdy, what's in the duffel?” he asked after swallowing a bite of his banana.
“Plan B” is all you choose to say about it, your tone is flat, and you catch the look Robin sends you. 
Before anyone can press the matter further, M’gann groaned out, “Ugh.” 
We all turn to see her, hand up, gripping her head. 
“You all right?” Superboy asked instantly.
“Dizzy,” she offers, confused by her feelings.
“Martians get airsick?” Robin wonders aloud, meeting your concerned gaze.
“She does look a bit greener than usual,” KF mused.
“Not me, her,” Miss M corrects, and your gaze turns to Artemis. 
“I feel fine,” you and Artemis answered at the same time.
M’gann groans again, “Not them, the bioship. She's trying to shield us, but-”
Outside, the air crackles with power, and suddenly the BioShip loses the camouflage. Looking out, you manage to spot Count Vertigo and Black Atom standing at a cliff.  Black Atom takes off, he moves fast, too fast, and lands a punch on the underside of the BioShip, knocking us off course. Screams and shouts can be heard as we lose altitude and crash into the bayou below. It stills for a second, and then vines, just like the ones attacking major cities all over the globe, come up and wrap around the bioship, trying to pull us under the swamp. Black Atom lands on the roof and rips a hole in the top of the BioShip, and Miss Martian clutches her head once more. 
“He's hurting her!” she groans. 
Superboy stands up and punches Black Atom off the ship, and while that’s a relief, the vines continue to drag us under, water begins to flood the ship, Robin sends you a look before grabbing his rebreather. 
“No. No way I'm nearly drowning three missions in a row,” Artemis gripes, and Robin ducked under the water.
You turn to her with a half-smirk, “don’t tell me you didn’t bring a rebreather,” you muse, pulling your glove off while grabbing a ring that was hidden in your utility belt. Sliding the black water pearl ring onto your finger and whispering, “Anapnéo.”
The atlantean metal that encased the pearl lit up the same way Kaldur’s waterbearers do, at the atlantean comand to breath. Your ring was a gift from Aquaman and it allowed you to breath and live in Atlantis. After the last few nights and the times you nearly drowned, you thought it pertinent to start carrying the ring with you again. 
You wink at Artemis and she rolls her eyes before holding her’s up to you and putting it in her mouth. You smirk and then your eyes dart to Wally. She rolls her eyes again and shoves one in KF’s face. You smirk again, grabbing the duffle bag and placing it in a secure spot of the ship.
“Wow. Uh, thanks,” Wally takes it from her with a small smile, and it’s your turn to roll your eyes before you duck under the water too, idiots.
“M'gann, we need to get out. Open a hatch!” Conner shouts.
“Hello, M'gann. Of course,” she says, hitting herself lightly on the head before growing gills on her neck.
“Out. Everyone out,” Aqualad commands.
We all manage to swim through the gap and to the far shore without being spotted. As you step out onto the bank, you tucked the rebreather back into one of the utility compartments of your suit.
“She's in shock. She'll need time to recover,” Miss Martian informs, referring to the bioship.
“Why are ships always a she?” you asked, but no one got a chance to respond.
There’s a sudden and intrusive pain in your head, and the entire team seems to feel it as you all fall to the ground, clutching and cradling your heads. 
KF’s the first to push himself up and look at the source, “Vertigo,” Wally’s voice is strained.
“Count Vertigo to you, peasant,” the pale man growled.
Superboy stands to go and attack, only to be knocked back and punched in the face by Black Atom. Unconscious. Aqualad makes it to his feet and pulls out his WaterBearers to pull water from the swamp and throw it at Vertigo. It continues to hop almost like a jumping fountain while pushing Vertigo further away. 
 “Robin, Miss Martian, disappear. We will keep them busy. You two fulfill the mission objective.” Aqualad commands.
“What about NG? She’s as sneaky as I am,” Robin argued, meeting your eyes. 
“No, her abilities are needed here, now go!” he orders, and the two break off. 
 “I hope you have a plan, Aqualad,” you shout. 
“Did you not prepare a back-up?” he reminds you.
“It’s not exactly my greatest idea,” you admit. 
“Then, for now, we fight,” Aqualad decides, and you nod. 
You hit the button on your choker and scream at Black Atom. You’re so focused on pushing the titan back that you entirely miss Count Vertigo’s psionic attack from behind. It cripples you back to your knees, and you can’t move. You crumble to the ground, unconscious.
When you start to regain consciousness, you groan, Aqualad sits beside you, and you realize you’re all trapped in a golden-orange magic cage. Courtesy of Wotan. 
“They awaken. You're certain this will hold them?” Count Vertigo asks, from where he’s standing on top of the cage. 
“The cage is impenetrable. Even the Superboy has no chance of escaping,”  Wotan says with confidence, and you roll your eyes trying to analyze a weakness. 
“You are not the only one trained in the mystic arts, Wotan,” Kaldur snaps, his tattoos glowing as he pulls on the bars, but as he does so, the energy of the cage transfers to him smothering Kaldur and draining his powers.
Wotan chuckles, “Please, Atlantean, do not pretend you're in my league.” 
When Kaldur slumped back, he shook his head at you in failure. As bad as plan B is, it’s starting to look like the option at hand. 
You were staring straight ahead, trying to find a solution, when the BioShip came up behind Wotan and knocked him out of the air. He fell straight into the bayou. With the connection broken, the cage disappeared, the group of us shouting as we descended. 
Black Atom swoops around to grab Count Vertigo while the rest of us land knee-high in muddy swamp water with grunts.
Superboy looks up as Wolf starts growling, finding the source to be Ultra-Humanite. “I hate monkeys,” he reminds us before charging at the albino gorilla with a scream.
The rest of us are quick to jump into action, charging at different villains as we go. You and Wally turn to face Count Vertigo. Wally kicks it into high gear and takes off towards Vertigo, only for the pulsating waves to hit him. You watch as vertigo’s attack forces KF to slow down, you barely have time to react as Wally comes to a near stop mere feet in front of the two. Black Atom back-fists him in the head, knocking him completely clear of the ground and feet away. And once again, you scream. You strike the two over before rushing to Wally. 
“Where are Robin and the Martian?” Vertigo demands as he gets back up.
By the time you’re back on your feet with Wally, you can see it, tons of blinking red dots dance on the main plant. You smirk when Ivy sees it too. 
“My baby,” she cries, and in a second, the red dots explode. 
The plant screeches as it catches fire turns brown and falls back atop the glass atrium, dead. Amidst the downfall, you can see Miss M and Robin; he smirks, looking at the plant-based villain, “Timber,” he muses. 
The zinger didn’t settle well with Ivy as she pulls dozens of vines from the ground and shoots them towards the two with a scream. You don’t watch much longer because you and Wally jump when you see a streak of black lightning head your way. 
“Children? Children foiled our plan?” Joker questions, his voice gone hoarse with the smoke as he steps out from the rubble. “Inconceivable. Unacceptable. Retributionable!” he raises his hand and lowers his voice. “That last one might not be a word. So sue me.”
You can’t help but shutter, the Joker may not be your big bad, but he still creeped you out more than any of the others. More than that, the psycho honestly scared you. 
“Kill them,” Vertigo snarls, regrouping with the rest of his team. “Kill them all!”
 You’re all on your feet, now. Your focus is on not getting hit by a laser; well it’s on not getting hit, period. Somehow while fighting Atomic Skull, Wotan, and Count Vertigo, you land beside Miss M and Aqualad. When lighting strikes at the three of you, Kaldur is on his feet trying to block it. You turn frantically, analyzing everything, and you finally conclude that you are out of options. 
“I think it’s time for plan B,” you whisper to Miss M in a hushed voice, and she understands. 
She stays silent, and her eyes glow green. Within a second, the bioship is overhead, and a hole opens, dropping the duffle into your hands. 
You stare at it dauntingly, remembering exactly how shaken Wally was when he took the helmet off, but you were out of choices. Quickly you unzip it and hold the golden helmet above your head. 
Wotan’s attack stops his attack immediately, stunned and staring at you, “The Helmet of Fate.” 
Wally turns to you, and you notice the look on his face, “NG, don’t!” he shouts, but Black Atom punches him with so much force he goes flying, and you steal your nerves, pulling the helmet down over your head. 
When you open your eyes, you’re in a dark room, with a spotlight and an older gentleman,Kent Nelson. 
“Mr. Nelson?” you call to the man. 
He looks at you with surprise and also with something else, sadness. “You shouldn’t have put the helmet on,” he tells you, and you swallow. 
“Wally warned me too, but I’m afraid we were out of options,” you tell the man, and you notice for the first time that you’re not in your suit anymore. You were in ordinary civilian clothes, black jeans, and a tank top. 
“I told Wally, Doctor Fate will be unlikely to release another host,” he warns you, and you nod. 
“I did it to save my friends, and I would do it again,” you inform the man, and he offers you a sad smile. 
“Come, sit with me, let us see what Doctor Fate sees,” he told you, and a chair appeared beside him. 
Sitting down, it was almost like a movie, suddenly you could see all the things happening outside of your body. You watch with an anxious heart as Doctor Fate flies up to come face to face with Wotan. His cape was flowing behind him, and his hands moving from his sides to a fighter’s position, clenched in fists. “Wotan, you are mine,” Fate nearly growls.
The voice sounds so foreign, overlayed with magic, but you can hear yourself in there, and that just makes it even stranger. Wotan brings his hands together to shoot an orange beam at Dr. Fate. Fate’s golden ray comes from your chest, and where the two should meet, Fate’s burns straight through, hitting Wotan in the chest—pushing the dark sorcerer back until he is pinned against the greenhouse dome. When Fate’s beam stops, it begins to wrap around Wotan and form chains that bind his hands to his sides.
You can just barely make out the rest of your friends in their fights, Robin’s against the Joker, and your knee starts to bounce. Kent notices but remains silent.
“Solvo quod reverto!” Wotan chants, causing the chains to shatter away from him, and then he guides them back towards Fate.
Fate waits a moment before raising your right hand out, just before the chains hit, and the symbol of Doctor Fate appears like a giant golden shield, destroying the chains on contact.
“Wotan has prepared for your return, Doctor,” the evil sorcerer says as he floats back up to Fate’s height. “Fulmina venite!” he chants as his hands glow orange and the beam strikes the shield.
Fate’s shield holds out for a few moments, but it shatters, and Fate is knocked back as electricity crackles over your body before finding your balance and charges back to face the sorcerer.
You turn to Kent with a wince, a dull ache forming on your body from where Fate had been hit, “Isn’t Doctor Fate supposed to be the sorcerer supreme?” you ask him. 
Kent cracks a smile, “You’re much more patient than the last one, but Fate is out of practice, and while he’s been collecting dust, evil beings like Wotan have only been getting stronger.”
Wotan and Fate continue to fight, and your body now has uncomfortable aches and sore spots all over, which is beyond strange. 
“Surrender, sorcerer!” Fate commands, once again with your altered voice. “You cannot hope to defeat our Lord of Order.” 
Fate strikes out with a beam shaped like his symbol strikes Wotan in the chest, and the sorcerer glows gold before disappearing. He reappears behind Fate with his hands already glowing and takes a shot that hits Fate in the side and knocks your embodied body down about 15 feet. 
“I can defeat you, and I will,” Wotan screamed.
“Ekirts natoW nwod!” (strike Wotan down!) a new voice calls out, causing Wotan to look up to the source before he is hit by a beam of yellow light that takes him down.
Breaking through the clouds and armed with his wand is Zatara, “Not tonight, Wotan.”
Following behind the sorcerer are Hawkman, Martian Manhunter, Captain Marvel, Hawkwoman, and Captain Atom.
Wotan hits the ground hard in front of the greenhouse with a resounding thud. With the League’s help, all the villains are trapped. 
“It's over,” is all Batman orders. 
Vertigo exchanges a small look at Ivy before raising his hands in surrender, the other villains following suit, “There will be another day,” he states with his thick accent, and you scoff. 
“Another day?” Joker asks, surprising even his teammates by his lack of surrender and his question. “Another day! There won’t be another day! Not for any of us!” he laughs as he raises his still gloved hands and uses his fingers to control the vines to rise around the swamp.
“He’s terrifying,” you mutter and Kent nods in agreement. 
“All the magic I’ve experienced, and somethings like true insanity, are still the most terrifying out there,” he says wisely. 
You turn your attention back to what’s happening. The vines rise to the surface, small redbuds bloom in quick succession and with a pop as they fill the area with green gas.
“Joker venom spores. Don't breathe,” Batman commands, and you find yourself holding your breath as well, even if it didn’t make a difference here in your subconscious. You watched with wide eyes as Batman instantly turned to the still laughing Joker and nailed him in his psychotic face.
Despite the clown being knocked out, the gas still grows. “We have to do something!” you shout. 
You’re not sure if that was a motivator or if Fate planned to intervene anyway but suddenly, your body was rising above the cloud. 
Fear not,” you/Doctor Fate ordered, rising over the close oud, creating another one of the magic symbols. When this one glowed, it sucked up the gas, “fate has intervened.”
The second everything quieted down, you watched as Wally reared on the entire team. 
“What were you thinking?!” Wally’s voice was dangerous; in a way, you had never heard it before. You could feel the anger coming through in droves. “How could you let her put on the Helmet? Nabu will never release her now.” His anger dies out by the end of his realization, and you sniffed a bit, coming to terms with the realization yourself. “NG will be trapped inside Dr. Fate forever. Our best friend, gone,” the end comes out as a broken whisper and tears pool behind your eyes.
“Let her go, Nabu,” Kent says suddenly, and you turn to the old man with wide eyes. 
“No, you forced me to let go of the boy last time, and before that, you did nothing. You kept me on a shelf. No more, I will be free to save the earth,” Nabu argued. 
“Not with her, you won’t,” Kent argued. 
“Why not? She willingly accepted her fate, did she not?” the voice boomed.
“She did it to save her friends, not to save the world,” Kent argued, and you watched him yell into the black abyss. 
“Your costume is a symbol of a warrior, no?” Nabu asked, and suddenly, you were back in your suit, mud stains on your boots and legs, just like it was right before you had put on the helmet. 
“It is,” you affirm; a heavy fear already settled deep within you. 
“And you put the helmet on, yourself, did you not?” Nabu pressed. 
“I did,” you nod dejectedly. 
“Then it is settled,” Nabu finishes. “She shall be my new host.”
“No!” Kent shouted, and you once again turned to the old man. “Tell Nabu why you put it on, what you thought of as you did,” he urges you. 
“I put it on to save them. There was no way we could survive the attacks without help. I brought the helmet as plan B. And I put it on knowing that you may not let me go, but I did it because they would’ve died, all of them, if I hadn’t,” you state. 
“Let her go, Nabu. The girl has people who love her. She has a life right there, look at her. At how young she is. You cannot claim her as your new host. It isn’t right!” Kent argued. 
“This is true. She is young, her body tires quickly. But I am in need of a host, Kent, I will not be doomed to be alone on a shelf for another 50 years,” Nabu boomed. 
“Then I will stay,” Kent looked at a pocket watch with the picture of a beautiful woman. “I will wait with you, Nabu, old friend until a new host becomes available to you. One ready for the title of Doctor Fate, but let the girl be free,” he pleads. 
“Mr. Nelson, no!” you shake your head. 
“So it is done!” Nabu shouted. 
“You tell Wally, hello, for me, won’t you, sweetheart?” he asks, and you nod, and suddenly you are consumed by yellow light. When the light dies away, you’re standing in the swamp. The League is around you, and Wally’s standing in front of you, his arm in a sling. 
The speedster’s wrapping one arm around you a second later, arm tight against your waist as he hugged you. One of your hands is gripping onto the helmet, but the other went around his neck. For a moment the world froze, you were here. Nabu had let you go, and yo.u had to admit that the bayou never looked so good in your opinion
You let out a deep breath, and Wally’s face contorts in shock as he steps back, “Nabu let you go?” he asks with a smile.
“He almost didn’t, but your friend Mr. Nelson was most persuasive. He says hello,” you admit, and there’s a heavy tone to your voice. Suddenly that version of Wally after he wore the helmet made sense; it changes you. 
“We're done here,” Batman says, drawing the Team’s attention to him in an instant. “The Super-Villain Secret Society has been neutralized. As for your performance…” you all wait as he pauses, “it was satisfactory.”
You swear there was a faint trace of a smile on his lips as the Team shared exciting looks. 
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When you get back to the cave, you gently pull the helmet from your duffle once more. You walk to the souvenir room and pause. You raise the helmet in front of you and lean your forehead against the plate of the helmet. 
“Thank you,” you whisper softly before setting it back on its pedestal on the shelf.
When you walked out, you saw Kaldur, Wally, and Robin waiting for you. 
“Hey, guys,” you greet tiredly. 
The four of you looked horrible, covered in mud, stinking like a swamp, and beat up from the mission. 
“Oh, no. Don’t hey, guys, us! What if Nabu hadn’t let you go! You’d be trapped as Doctor Fate forever! What then?” Wally explodes. 
“Then I guess I beat all of you into the Justice League,” you shrug. 
“This is no time for jokes,” Kaldur states. 
“Look, I made a choice,” you tell them seriously. “I get it, you don’t condone that choice, but I did to save your lives, and I would do it again, and again, and again. If it comes down to it, I will always save you, stupid idiots, first,” you huff. 
“That is what concerns me,” Kaldur argues. “You are quick to save us, but who will save you?”
“I guess we’ll just have to cross that bridge when we get to it,” you huff, holding your ground. 
“Now is so not the time to play tough,” Wally argues. 
“I’m not playing, Wally. I will always put you guys first. It’s part of who I am. That’s not going to change. It’s why I wear the suit, to save the good guys, that includes other capes as well as innocent people. My choice to use the helmet supports that. I will not apologize, and I will not make any promises because impulsive solutions are kind of my thing,” you argue. 
“Just be careful,” Robin finally speaks. 
You turn to him, and you can see the gears turning, “I can try,” you relent. 
“That’s enough for now. I’m sure her mentor will have some choice words herself. Many of the League probably do. You should clean up before facing them, old friend,” Kaldur decides. 
You let out a groan at the thought of having to deal with the League and get another lecture but you nod. Kaldur begins to lead the two boys away but Wally hesitates a second before pulling you into another hug, “Aw, Wallace, did you miss me,” you muse, wrapping your arms around him too. 
“You couldn’t have known that Nabu would let you go,” he mutters into your shoulder. 
“I heard what you said, about being your best friend,” you admit, meeting his gaze. 
“You are, for all of us. Kaldur for sure, probably Roy too, and honestly who knows with Rob. When I put on the helmet it was because I was going to die. When you put it on it was because you thought we were,” Wally explained. 
“I already told you, Wally, I’d do anything to save you guys,” you remind him gently.
“You scared me, kid,” he nods at you. 
“Who are you calling a kid? You’re like two years older than me,” you scoff, pushing him as he slung his arm around you and led you back down the hall. 
Spotting Wally’s smile you nodded to yourself in reassurance. You made the right choice, the only choice. And yeah, if you had to, you would do it again. You’d do it however often necessary to save them, your team, your friends. You would always save them, no matter the cost.
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ldrfanatic · a month ago
This is Better
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Tim Drake x Soulmate!Reader
prompt / soulmate prompt #2 - Your soulmate's thoughts invade your mind. - y'all let me know if you want me to post these and then you guys can comment a person with a prompt number attached -
warnings - might maybe possibly be a cuss word
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Letting out a load groan, you started making you way quickly through Wayne Manor and down to the Batcave. Every person in the world had a soulmate. You knew who your soulmate was because their thoughts invade your head and when you meet them, their thoughts instantly raise in volume. Your soulmate was Tim Drake and this man's thoughts were the worst. Before you met officially it wasn't that bad as they were quieter. Now you had been dating for a little over seven months and it was in sufferable sometimes.
His thoughts were always hectic. And your brain tried to follow them, just causing major headaches most of the time. His thoughts hit you once more, and you stopped briefly in the kitchen to grab some headache relief and bring coffee to Tim, as you figured he was out. And you were on point.
Ugh I need to solve this so we can find Nigma, although these riddles are slightly different than his usual ones...
Fuck! I'm out of coffee
I wonder where Y/n is... I miss her so mu-
That's it! You cross over here and use this link to-
But damn it that doesn't work if this doesn't cross under that-
"URGH!!!" A very loud frustrated groan left your mouth, and startled Dick who was in the sitting room when you passed. He jumped up from his position on the couch and ran to meet you in the hallway. Turning around at the sound of footsteps, you were met with Dick Grayson, a man who was like your older brother.
Dick's eyes flickered as he scanned for injury. His eyes dropped to your hands, one tightly clutching the pain killers and the other with a rather large cup of coffee, and he flashed you an apologetic smile. "Baby bird's thoughts all over the place again?" You growled slightly. "You have no idea. I know Timmy is smart and it's part of why I love him, but the man's thoughts are a hazard." Dick couldn't resist the urge to chuckle slightly. He gave you a comforting hug and a brotherly kiss on the top of your hair before wandering back to the sitting room.
Finally, you stood in front of the old grandfather clock that signaled the entrance to the batcave. Moving to set the coffee in your hands down in order to open it, you were startled when it slid open for you. In the doorway stood Bruce, and by the look on his face he was expecting you. He chuckled very similar to Dick, and spoke softly as not to make your headache any worse. "Hey Y/n, he's down there like usual, wrapped up in whatever it is he's working on. Try to get him away from that computer if you get a chance he could use a break." You nodded your head firmly.
"He is moving from that chair if I have to knock him out and drag him from it." Your voice left no room for argument. You thanked Bruce as he held the clock out of the way for you to pass through. Making your way down the seemingly endless stairs into the cave, you immediately spotted where Tim sat working hard as ever and clacking away. His bottom lip had been taken in between his teeth in a frenzy of concentration. Tim hadn't even glanced when you entered the cave, but you knew after his years of vigilante training that he knew you were there.
You had reached where he sat at the computer and he still had not moved. "Timmy..." You drawled softly. You knew that the conversation never went well if you yanked him from his work but your patience was thinner than paper. Barely acknowledging you, he let out a soft mumble. After trying once more with the same results, you were done. Slamming the coffee onto the table, you forced your way in between Tim and the screen and straddled his hips.
He tried persistently to see and reach around your body. "Y/n I need to-" You cut him off harshly. "No Timothy. Look at me." His eyes immediately snapped to yours. You never called him Timothy or even Tim. It was always Timmy. You placed you hands softly on either side of his face and your gaze softened as you heard his thoughts slow. You gently pulled his lower lip from it's prison between his teeth and kissed him.
His large hands settled on your waist and pulled you closer to him. Clutching the rough material of his Red Robin cape, you let him deepen the kiss. You both pulled away breathless. " 'm sorry." Smiling gently at him, you let one hand wander up to his hair and played with the soft fluff. "I know Timmy. But you have got to either get a handle on your thoughts or take a break every once in a while. Your thoughts are murder baby." He nodded as he fiddled with the hem of your shirt. "Trust me sweetheart, no one appreciates you putting up with the mess that is me more than I do." You shook your head and hugged him tightly to your chest.
"You're not a mess Timmy. You're perfect." He pulled away from your chest and blushed deeply. Your giggles bounced off the walls of the cave and he dug his face in your neck. "I love your laugh." Now it was your turn to blush as Tim peppered kisses all over your face and neck. Continuing to laugh, you were startled by the sounds of clapping.
You and Tim turned your heads sharply and were met with an overly excited Dick and a very under excited Jason. "Aren't they so cute Little Wing?" Dick was gushing and Jason snorted at his annoying older brother. "Yeah yeah, no canoodling in the cave." You blushed even more and dove into Tim's chest. Tim wrapped his arms around you and laughed gently. "Alfred sent us to tell you dinner is ready." Jason continued before dragging a squealing Dick from the cave by the collar of his shirt. "Little Wing!" "Leave the lovebirds alone."
Tim was still chuckling at his brother's antics when your eyes met his. He smashed his lips to yours in another kiss before pulling away. Standing up from the chair, Tim adjusted you slightly. His arms were now wrapped under your ass and supporting you as your arms linked around his neck. "Timmy! I can walk by myself..." You protested half-heartedly. "But this is better." He pressed a kiss to the side of your head and you snuggled into him
I love you Y/n
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tadpole-san · a month ago
Hi again! I’m the user that recently asked abt Klarion lol. Could I request a Klarion x Reader (one shot or head canon is cool I’m not picky) where they have an established relationship and live together? Klarion, despite being a Lord of Chaos, wouldn’t dare hurt his s/o, but does enjoy pranking them. I was thinking he could do a small prank for this one, like moving one of his s/o’s things inch by inch until it ends up in a different room or something? :)
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pairing: klarion x reader, pre-established relationship
a/n: I’m so sorry this took like,,, a longass time anon! I deadass had this drafts sitting as an open tab on my Docs for a longass time between school and everything else because i am, unfortunately, a second semester highschool junior :(
This is my first time doing headcanons on this blog, i hope you like it! I also took this ask as an excuse to rebinge all three seasons of yj for klarion content. ANYWAYS, enjoy this combination of general living with Klarion hcs and what happens when he pranks you
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Have you seen the guy’s hair? He both looks and acts like a devil - the mischievous fun kind, not the kind that’ll try to eat your soul (but when you poke fun at him for his “horns” he does throw a bit of a tantrum and threaten to do that. Since he’s the Lord of Chaos and all) and living with him is guaranteed to be like living with the kind of imp trickster you’d read about in a story book
And with his magic? Definitely uses them like he’s an imp - one of his favorite pastimes has been to use them to play little tricks on you. They’re still harmless, and the worst they’ve done is inconvenience you, like whenever you’d have an outfit planned out for whatever you have going on during the day and he uses his magic to change all the colors into something wildly inappropriate for whatever it is you have planned
You don’t ever get really mad at him, but you will roll your eyes and sometimes be a little annoyed depending on how far he goes, and to get back at him you’ll usually hog Teekl and take him to your room while you lock Klarion out (even though he can technically use his magic to get into the room anyways) and pretend to ignore Klarion while he whines about being totally neglected outside
This doesn’t usually last that long because you tend to cave in and let him in with you and Teekl
He’ll then proceed to drape himself all over you - not unlike a cat - and get into some sort of one-sided argument with Teekl about stealing your attention from him. You always end up having to pull Teekl away from him when he lunges at the cat (“Babe, you need Teekl if you wanna stay in this dimension” “He’s pure evil!” “And we can unpack your feeling about this some other day when you’re less inclined to throttle the cat-”)
He talks in his sleep- a lot. His chaos-addled mind already has him saying stuff like “holy carp” and “see ya later, armadillos” and things get even weirder when he’s asleep. The result? You’ve subsequently picked up these sayings for yourself and you mutter them around… a lot. Your coworkers have given you weird looks, but they’ve taken it for the equivalent of Robin’s “holy ____ Batman”, and at this point, it’s better than explaining that no, you’re not from Gotham, and your boyfriend is actually technically the supervillain Lord of Chaos from a different dimension
“I guess I’m from Gotham” is also a pretty good explanation as to why you’d show up to work in a hot pink shirt and neon green pants. At this point, this particular prank of Klarion’s with his magic and your clothes is one of the regular almost-daily ones
The more you had to show up to work looking like - well, a literal clown - a lot of the days, the more irked you got about it; but the more often it happened was the more you saw Klarion actually brighten up and laugh when you had to go to work instead of generally sulk the way he would when you had to leave for hours on end. So that made it pretty worth it to start getting an extra pair of normal clothes ready in your car
Another one of his favorite pranks to play is to mass-duplicate random things in your apartment - like you’ll open your closet, expect to see a neon rainbow from your old clothes greeting you, and instead dozens of clothes racks will just tumble out
The first time it happened, you think your brain literally short-circuited, and Klarion found you staring at the pile at your feet
“Babe - I don’t really know what to do with this - thank you?”
That definitely wasn’t the reaction he was expecting, but he gets smug about it anyways - “you should be grateful that a Lord of Chaos such as myself would do this for you!” - and then he takes it as a sign to do it at random intervals
He’ll do it with literally anything, but he does know to definitely avoid the kitchen after you open the cupboard and a dozen identical bowls nearly fell on your head
Hearing your subsequent shriek and onslaught of swearing is what alerts Klarion to your impending dilemma, and right at the last second he’s able to freeze them in midair and save you from an inevitable concussion (and probably worse)
Lesson learned the hard way: kitchen is off limits, along with anything above eye-level
He won’t admit it, but the incident freaks him out enough that he literally hovers around you for the next few days, in midair, and when you’re at work, Teekl will “magically” show up in your office
The pranks even stop completely for the next few days - he’s definitely spooked, even if he’ll never admit it out loud, and he plays it off as throwing a tantrum that the prank didn’t work the way he wanted it to
But it’s easy for you to see past his somewhat “childish” front. You also know well enough that if you confront him on it it’ll lead to a cycle of denial, more tantrums, and finally, denial
And you love him, and you don’t like seeing him worry in his own way (hell, it’s even affecting the things he says at night) so it’s more than easy for you to cave in after a few days
“Damn, I could really use dozens of the same exact clothes hanger to completely overrun my closet. It’s a real shame I don’t know any magic to do it, huh?”
Is it the easiest trick in the book? Yes. Does it work? Absolutely. And it brings a smile back to his face, even if it’s at the expense of your poor sanity at times - but that’s still part of what comes from living with him, and you honestly wouldn’t trade it for anything else
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