#THIS APPLIES TO ALL CHARACTERS TOO NOT JUST BATMAN

[shitakimooshrooms]

I think I have said this before, but I’m not a huge fan of Superbat.

BEFORE YOU BRING OUT THE PITCHFORKS, LET ME EXPLAIN!!!!!!

I am not saying that I all out hate the ship, I find it endearing at times. This is my opinion and I am not trying to attack those of you who like Superbat.

But I find it weird to ship superbat while also shipping any of the super kids with members of the batfam. I feel like it gets too close to being related for me to feel comfortable. I would rather have three (3) ships while keeping the parents as close buddies rather than having one (1) ship and creating a situation that can be off-putting.

Another thing that is seen far too often is that when two male characters are shipped, their canon female love interests are demonized or otherwise ignored. I think that Lois along with all of Batman’s relationships are interesting characters with fun stories to explore. You are also taking away a large part of Clark and Bruce’s stories by erasing those experiences. I also really like Lois and Clark, and I think they are very cute together.

Finally, I believe that the dc fandom focuses on these characters too much, not allowing others to shine. There are so many incredibly written stories within DC comics, but if you only ever focus on Batman and Superman, you never see them. Hell, people will say that Batman, Superman, and Wonder Woman are the Big Three, but many fans will either alienate Wonder Woman or have her be a background character. Her story is one of my favorites. She is an incredible character, but people always look to her male counterparts.

So I ask that the next time you go to read SuperBat, please consider looking into another character. I’d even go as far as to say, find a something about a character you dislike, written by someone who obviously has a different view on the character. Find a new perspective.

EDIT:

I think my point may have gotten muddled. I am not saying that SuperBat is problematic. I am not saying that people should not enjoy the ship. I was simply pointing out that there are certain people out there who don’t give enough of a chance to other characters.

The main reason I feel this way is that I love looking at content of other, less talked about characters. But people often tie in Batman and, this is specifically about the people who believe Batman can do no wrong, they often make it so that everyone else act like idiots. I love Batman. He is a great character. But we need to stop putting other characters down just to make him seem better. This applies to all characters in all media. I’m not saying you cant simplify the character, but we need to make sure that people know that there is more to these characters.

Again, you can disagree with me. Everyone is entitled to their own opinion, I just wanted to share mine.

Also, my first point is totally my feelings. I’m not saying that the bat kids and super kids cant be platonic, but, for me, once I think of characters as romantic, its kinda hard to think of them as siblings and vice versa. Again, you can think what you want! Thats just my opinion.

[sing-me-under]

*stands at the top of a stage with a megaphone *

LET BATMAN HAVE FRIENDS.

[5rozebub5]

I genuinely cannot stand when fans go around “correcting” other fans about a character/ship that’s based off a popular headcanon or occasionally a piece of work that is popular but also is not truly canon

It’s completely fine to headcanon whatever you like about a character, they’re fictional they don’t have rights or feelings or boundaries that you’re crossing by headcanoning them a bit(or a lot) different than they are because-and I can’t stress this enough- they aren’t real

but it’s just flat out stupid to say someone else is wrong for not also agreeing regardless of how well you or anyone else thinks it fits the character or “makes more sense” or thought it was “heavily implied” but for some reason this has become a much more common occurrence to do in fandoms(particularly regarding toxic shipping culture)

If you really like and agree with a wildly accepted headcanon that’s great! That just makes it easier to find content you’ll enjoy, but don’t try and falsely correct others just because they don’t agree with it and like the real canon or headcanon something completely different(because as previously stated, they aren’t real, so headcanon whatever you want and just ignore any you dislike)

Fictional characters are free for interpretation by all fans, if you disagree with someone else’s particular interpretation, simply move on. It truly is that easy

[duckysprouts]

people still don’t understand batman’s rogue gallery and what they represent to him. hollywood i will kill you. listen: each batman villain challenges a different aspect of his character and/or philosophy, and it is why grim dark batman was never meant to work

joker: chaos and order.

the foil to batman’s suppressed madness. bruce is discipline; none is above the code and justice. “you’re just one bad day away from being like me” WRONG!! bruce wayne has not had a good day since he was 10 years old. every good thing that happens to him is followed by 100 bad things. he is the universe’s punching bag. and yet he persists, does he not? does he not still believe in goodness in spite of it all? suck my dick joker he does not think of you AT ALL you are nuisance to him he wants to spend the one day off he has every year with his family and friends and you had to ruin it with ur lame jokes and terrorist attacks

riddler: obsession and intellect.

the foil to batman’s ego. bruce wayne is one of the smartest people in the world, by way of writer favouritism. wdym you outsmarted brainiac, a being of pure intelligence, just because ur the author’s favourite pretty princess? alright king whatever u say. but he never lets it rule him. his intelligence is a tool to of protection; it’s a shield, not a sword. he’d never raise it against the innocent. edward uses his intelligence to prove superiority, that he is better. he is batman without humility, and that is why he will always lose, because intelligence is nothing without wisdom

the penguin: wealth and corruption.

the foil to batman’s class. they’re both billionaires, Gothamite socialites. oswald embraces his privilege and uses it to oppress the poor. bruce wayne understands his privilege and uses it to pull others up. “you wear a mask too” yeah and it’s prettier than urs u ugly bitch. oswald’s socialite mask is a polished classy persona that disguises his inner evil. bruce’s socialite mask is just a himbo and remains true to his desire to help people

mr freeze: love and grief.

foil to batman’s ability to move on from the past. victor fries cannot let go of his wife and makes it everybody else’s problem. this is also the philosophy of grimdark batman, which is why it cannot apply to batman’s true character. bruce wayne is traumatized from his parents’ deaths, but it also inspired him to become the person who he wished had saved him in that alley. how many times has he looked into the eyes of a scared child on patrol and saw himself? he became the saviour for his 10 year old self left in that alleyway. he was able to heal; yes, his parents deaths has shaped him into the man he is, that’s literally what life does. healing doesn’t mean the grief will shrink, but your world grows bigger around it. he has a family again, built by his own hands

scarecrow: fear and power.

the foil to batman’s darkness. batman is iconic for instilling crippling terror into others by a mere look, psychics hate him because his mind is a screaming hellscape, he dresses like a bat because when he was a kid he fell into a hole filled with bats and he associates it with fear. jonathan uses fear to control the helpless, bruce instills fear in evil to protect the righteous. “you’re just as ruled by fear” WRONG!!! batman is ruled by love. it’s not fear that powers him when he drags his mangled, half-dead body off the streets at every dawn to go home for a costume change and immediately go to a charity gala for disadvantaged youths named after his street-rat son. it’s not fear that inspired him to keep lollipops in his utility belt for the children he saves. it’s not fear that makes him do the same old shit of throwing you fuckers into that useless max security prison twice a week after getting his shit rocked, knowing full well he’d have to do it again in a few days, instead of just killing you.

two-face: duality and justice.

the foil to batman’s divided self. harvey started off as a batman, a lawyer wanting to do good. his trauma split him, but bruce integrated it into himself. bruce wayne does not reject his pain, he lets it shape him and he asks himself: “ok that sucked. how do i make sure nobody else will experience that?” harvey dent is completely split, indecisive in his morality, good and evil depends on the flip of a coin. but batman? people say that bruce wayne is the mask and batman is his true self. dawg do u think his kids call him batman? that’s some shit he’d say in his 20s when he was figuring himself out but he’s a middle aged father now and his children would drag him to filth if he says his black-leather bat fursona is his “true self”. they are all him. brucie wayne isn’t completely his mask either, because it’s the persona he uses to fuck with rich people and you know full well he’d delights in that to the bottom of his heart

his rogue gallery is a mirror to each aspect of himself. everything high-brow reddit bros and zack snyder says about batman’s edgy true self is literally disproven by the people batman spends his life trying to save. he’s not on the edge of villaindom; he stares his inner evil that takes on the faces of broken people in the eyes every night and says “this isn’t the way forward”

[earlgreylatte]

Loverboy

(Kyle Rayner, Peter Parker, Johnny Storm x Reader) When they’re really into you.

Kyle Rayner:

It was clear to anyone that Kyle was particularly indulgent to your whims, lenient and giving in a way that was reserved only for you. From creating constructs of flowers, animals, and beloved characters to see your face soften with joy to drawing mpreg fanart of whoever wronged you (usually Batman) to ease the scowl on your face.

There’s a certain gentleness in his touch, as if unsure if you’re real, if you’re permanent. So when you find yourself nude and lying on your stomach as Kyle applied barrier spray to your back, humming softly as music played from his chipped CD player, your breath could only hitch at the feeling of his hands moving across your skin with a firmness you’re not entirely used to.

“Still good? Not too cold?” He asks, hands rubbing at your side comfortingly.

“I’m fine, just hurry up, will you? If you can’t keep your hands to yourself, the longer this takes,” you complain with a huff, burying your face into the pillow Kyle placed for you.

You hear his laughter ring from above you, and you already know he has the same dopey smile he always gets whenever you mouth off to him.

He joins you on the bed, rolling his paint cart closer, his knees straddle either side of your bottom as he hovers above you, grabbing a paintbrush.

You flinch when you feel the wet paint spread across your skin before stiffening.

“Relax,” he mumbles, free hand moving to rub at your scalp.

“Focus,” you chide.

He sighs before continuing as you clench your fingers against the sheets.

“You need to stop squirming,” He says, pulling the brush away.

“You know I’m jumpy,” you reply, before shifting to turn back to look at him, “Why do you even want to do this? I’m going to wash it off, anyway.”

“That’s, uh,” he seems to fumble for a moment, tossing his brush back into a cup of water, “Artistic expression is…fleeting! And you, my muse, are the canvas——and you have a nice back…”

A beat of silence passes before he coughs, “You know, you’re usually pretty lax after I tire you out, so if you want to finish this quickly…”

“I knew it was a sex thing,” you say, as he shuffles back a bit more bracing an elbow next to your head, so he can nuzzle his face into your hair as a hand dips between your thighs. His chest brushes against your back, and you huff, knowing he was going to have to restart.

Even during moments of firmness, at least he was more than willing to make it worth your while.

Peter Parker:

The sheer depth of Peter’s brown eyes never fails to drown you, intense enough to have you freezing in your tracks. And right now, they had you hovering at the door frame of your shared room.

“You’re freaking me out with those hunter eyes, Pete,” you cross an arm over your chest, your brows furrowing. With how still he was, you’d have thought he was lining up a gun to a deer.

He jolts, snapping out of his reverie, before sheepishly coughing, “You look—— well, there’s a reason why Johnny says you’re out of my league.”

You fiddle with the blue hem of your sheer babydoll, “Ha. Ha. Such a charmer, you are.”

His eyes soften before he envelops your hand with his, “You really are beautiful, makes me want to keep you all to myself.”

“Okay, that’s enough of your mushy shit,” you deflect, but he only squeezes your hand with a mischievous glint in his eye.

“Prettiest girl I’ve ever seen, really, enough to make flowers bloom when you walk by—“

“Ah! I’m going to be sick, eugh!” You cry, pressing your hands to your ears, but he only laughs, hooking his arms under your knees and lifting.

You plant your hands on his shoulders, looking down at him with a scowl while he only smiles up at you, “Just beautiful.”

“Loser,” you scoff.

With four brisk steps, he reaches the bed and bends to gently deposit you onto the sheets, hands sliding up to caress your thighs before kissing you with a contented hum, lips moving against yours languidly.

“Peter,” you try to say between kisses before finally nestling your fingers into his hair and pulling him away, “We’re doing this for a reason, you know.”

He groans pitifully before pulling away to grab his camera from the closest, “As cold as ever…”

“This was your idea?”

It takes him another second before returning to your side to fix your hair and smooth out your gown. “Some things are easier said than done, clearly.”

“Well, I’m sure you’re used to toughing things out,” you grin, pushing him away, forcing him to move to stand at the edge of the bed, fingers moving around his camera, adjusting the settings before pressing it near his face.

“Definitely going to buy you more of these,” he decides.

“The perks of being a CEO after getting hijacked; buying lingerie,” you laugh, leaning back on your hands.

“Smile,” he teases.

You furrow your brows, shooting a petulant glare at the lens.

“Perfect,” you can see him bite his lip to resist grinning, and a flash goes off.

“Peter?”

“Yes, bug?”

“You have my permission to masturbate to these if I die.”

“…let’s stop talking for a while.”

Johnny Storm:

While the media loved to depict him as someone that lived in a world of flashing lights and gold, Johnny’s a romantic at heart, the type of guy that wants to settle down and dote on his own kids. So it’s no surprise to anyone that actually knows him, that Johnny’s kind of whipped.

A single glance is enough to deter him from his usual mischief, much to the continued amusement of his family.

He’s sweet on you, he always has been, according to Ben.

You weren’t entirely sure of that, knowing Johnny had a habit of diving in headfirst when it comes to love. You’d never doubt his sincerity, but his optimism was a different story.

But in a rare show of vulnerability, he was more than willing to show that the two of you were something he was willing to stake everything on.

Despite what others may think because of his easygoing disposition, you would never find a more devoted partner, with Johnny more than willing to shout his love for you from the rooftops for all to hear.

…Or just posting about you everyday, every innocuous pic having a caption alluding to you. Yes, that’s definitely less embarrassing and not as likely to have you face Sue’s exasperation.

Johnny’s soft at his core, warm and safe, like a fireplace to seek comfort from on a cold, winter day. That is more than apparent when he has you splayed on his bed, his hips stuttering against yours, as hitched breaths and gasps filled the room.

The only thing you can focus on is his warmth, from the heat of his fingertips gliding against your skin, to the elevated temperature of his length creating a sensation deep inside of you that has your mind going blank.

“Tell me I feel good,” he pants against your neck, a crack of insecurity in his tone, “T-tell me I’m good—“

Ludicrous that he could doubt himself when he had you feeling so much of him, having you only being to focus on how hot he is, and how good he feels—

“So good, you’re so good for me, Johnny,” you gasp, nails digging into his shoulders, “you feel so, mm, good—“

“I love you, fuck, love you so much,” he near whimpers, pressing open mouthed kisses to your neck as you both come undone.

Yes, this was a side of Johnny only you were privy to.

“Down, boy!” “Arf!” is so Johnny coded…

Masterlist

[fixyourwritinghabits]

I don't know if you possibly have any advice/encouragement for this but...I feel like I'm only any good at fanfiction/character studies, and absolutely garbage at plot. I'm an extensive outliner and I've read all the how-to books, but it just doesn't come to me. Antagonists, motivation, pinch points, magic systems...I struggle so much with anything that isn't character interactions and dialogue, but I want so badly to make well-structured, plot-heavy original fiction.

Help?

Right, I'm going to break the emergency glass of all writing advice and tell it to you frank:

If you can't figure out how to plot, steal.

Let's say you really like Sherlock Holmes and really want to write a Sherlock Holmes story, but you think no one will want a story where Sherlock Holmes was a modern doctor (House), or a superhero (multiple takes on Batman), or as a sci-fi/fantasy augmented woman reliant on her assistant (Robert Jackson Bennet's The Tainted Cup), etc etc. What I'm saying is that this is not only common, but an acceptable form of writing. It's not about boiling a character down to tropes and going with that - it's about taking what you like from fiction and making it your own.

The second question is how. I'm not telling you to rewrite The Hunger Games and set it in space (partly because arguably that already exists), but what I do recommend is:

Take your favorite media and break down why you like it. If you're writing a novel, I recommend sticking to novels, but there's no harm in taking a look at your favorite movies or comics either. What appeals the most to you about the plot? Which parts of your favorite media hit the hardest? Do you gravitate toward space operas or heists? Can you connect some consistent themes or character moments they share?

Pick your top favorite and break down the plot in an outline. The Save the Cat Beat sheet works really well for this (click here for examples of how to use it!), but if you prefer a different method or have your own, use that. Try to nail down as much of the plot into an outline view that you can. Note the big moments (the Inciting Event, the Middle, the Climax, etc) as much as you can, as well as when they happen.

Boil that specific outline down to a generic outline that could apply to any story. Here I want you to strip out the identifying information until you have an outline that follows the plot of your favorite movie without directly referencing it. Here's an example:

The Hunger Games Inciting Event: Katniss Everdeen volunteers to take her sister's place in a death game. Generic Summary: Main character takes a loved one's place in a nearly unsurvivable situation.

Most importantly, I do want you to do this for the entire piece of media. Not because I want you to write a Hunger Games rip-off, but because I want you to distill down what really appeals to you about this story in a format where you can see how the plot comes together. If you have the time, I recommend doing this to a few different favorite stories, just so you can build your library of plot points and how to connect them.

Second step, and this is the hard part, take those outlined plot points and try to put your characters in them. You don't have to follow one outline - if you have a couple, mix and match to see what fits together. If this still feels too hard to do with your original characters, try fanfiction! Fanfiction can really help you shake off the fear of being too derivative and allows you to experiment.

Now, even if you end up with a draft that reads like "The Hunger Games in 18th century France and Also There's Dragons For Some Reason," do not panic! The first draft is your private little experiment to get a working plot. If you do have a working plot, you now are in a way better position then you were before. Take a break from your book (I mean it, this step is important), and when you come back, look at it from a distance.

What parts of it do you like? Would it flow better if you plucked a subplot from another media you like and tried it out? Maybe you've realized you want a heist instead of a death game, but still want to keep the dragons. The first draft does not have to resemble the second, or even the third. But you will have a plot to build upon and rework, and the next time you take a crack at plotting, you will feel more confident. Even if you don't, feel free to use this format again to rework a concept you really like into something you feel is your own.

[vampyrobats]

The Problem Isn’t Robin. The Problem Is You Don’t Like Superhero Comics.

A Defense of Robin & the Sidekick Archetype in Comics.

Every so often, a particular critique bubbles up from the depths of comic fandom discourse: the outrage over Batman’s use of a child sidekick. “How could a responsible adult train a kid to fight crime?”

Let’s get one thing straight right out of the gate: this isn’t a critique of Batman. It’s a misunderstanding or outright rejection of superhero comics as a genre.

Because the idea of a child or teenage sidekick isn’t unique to Batman. It’s baked into the genre’s DNA. Robin wasn’t some edgy, irresponsible afterthought added to make Batman more palatable. He debuted just one year after Batman himself, and was created specifically to give young readers someone to identify with. And it worked;Robin’s arrival doubled Batman’s sales.

Sidekicks Are Genre, Not Anomaly

From Bucky Barnes to Speedy to Kid Flash to Aqualad, nearly every major superhero had a youthful counterpart. They serve multiple purposes: they humanize god-like heroes, ground fantastical adventures, give younger readers a place in the story, etc.

And guess what? Those sidekicks have all endured unspeakable trauma. Bucky died in the war. Speedy dealt with addiction. Wally spent decades in Barry Allen’s shadow. Donna Troy’s origin was rewritten into tragic nonsense more times than anyone can count.

But none of these characters attract the volume of moral panic that Robin does. Why? Because Batman is the most popular, most visible, and most psychologically dissected superhero on the planet. His mythology gets scrutinized through “real-world” logic. So when people see Batman training children to fight crime, they recoil. Not because it’s uniquely extreme, but because it’s more visible.

You Can’t Apply Real-World Morality to Myth

If you apply real-world morality and logic too strictly to superhero stories, none of them hold up. Why doesn’t Spider-Man call Child Services instead of swinging into the night? Why do the X-Men keep putting teens in danger while talking about protecting them?

These stories aren’t morality plays rooted in realism. They’re modern myths, told in the language of drama, archetypes, and symbols. Robin isn’t “child endangerment.” He’s the light in Batman’s darkness. He represents hope, youth, resilience; a symbol younger readers are supposed to look up to, to teach them to stand against injustices and do the right thing. That’s why so many Robins exist, and why they all resonate with different eras.

The Genre Knows What It's Doing

Comics are not oblivious to the implications. Entire storylines have interrogated the ethics of child sidekicks. A Death in the Family let fans decide Jason Todd’s fate. Batman and Robin repeatedly explored the tension of legacy and responsibility. Young Justice and Teen Titans were built on the premise of teens demanding their own agency rather than being side characters in someone else’s war.

The genre critiques itself, but it also embraces what works. And Robin works. He’s lasted longer, sold more, and evolved more richly than almost any sidekick in any medium. If you think Robin is just a tool of exploitation or lazy storytelling, you haven’t been paying attention to the last 80 years.

Admit You Want Something Else

Let’s be honest: most people who rail against Robin don’t actually read superhero comics. Or if they do, they only want a narrow slice of them; gritty realism, moral absolutism, hardboiled antiheroes. That’s fine. You’re allowed to prefer that. But don’t pretend that your personal taste is some kind of ethical stance when the comics themselves do not promote the idea of a teen sidekick.

Robin exists because comics are for more than one kind of reader. Because sidekicks matter. Because legacy matters. Because Batman can’t be a symbol of fear without someone reminding him what hope looks like.

[iconicname]

What I hate most about fanon woobie Tim drake is that he has to be the center of Jason's world. It literally doesn't matter what type of dynamic they have.

If they're acquaintances jason will be dumbed down and has to ask Tim for help, putting Jason in his debt.

or worse Tim will just insert himself without any social repercussions (as in no one fucking likes it when they're boundaries are violated even if they "need" it).

If you're going with the family routes where everyone is brother or sister, Tim has to be Jason's favorite brother (Dick Grayson who?). Because of how "nice and cool" he is or alternatively because tim is some poor wittle baby who needs big strong jason to take care of him.

Or jason and Tim are just "best friends" but it's never shown, jason just takes one look at this expensive saltless cracker and gets hit with the "omg child soldiers are bad! This poor kid 😟" but it only applies to Tim and Tim only.

If they're angst in the dynamic, there's never any nuance. Because they lovvveeee to hammer in the "titans tower incident😱😰😨😱😭😢😥😩" but never how tim was speaking so nasty about jason (a dead kid he did. Not. Know.) Because he was insecure.

It'd be nice if it was a story about how Tim was insecure ( not in the cutesy uwuw baby kinda way i mean the i shit on the dead because i can't handle feeling inferior to my predecessor) and Jason just didn't like him, but they work their differences and they wouldn't exactly be friends or anything but they were least acknowledge each other in a positive way through being Robin and stuff but that would never work because Tim is a character who can never be lifted without bringing others down. Because outside of Robin, he literally has nothing for him, and he knows it.

And like it's one thing if jason was like Dick. (Got fired. Had a crisis. Moved on.) because at least Jason would have the ability to defend himself/prove tim wrong whatever. But he wasn't. He was tortured to death for the cause.

The total lack of empathy from Tim is astonishing. It reflects a lot on his character. Forget Jason for a second. what type of hero shits on the lives lost to your villains?

Imagine your crying because your loved one died in a villain attack and Superman is like "ummmm they died because they fucking sucked and were inherently inferior. Not me though, I would have survived I'm better than them"

Yall don't think that attitude didn't stay when jason got revived? It definitely would, jason is the pariah, and if Tim felt safe enough to shit on a dead kid who at that point has not directly "defied batman" you think he wouldn't say that type of shit to the other robins, around jason or to his face?

Even if he didn't, jason would know because let's be real 🙄

But no, there's no nuance. Instead, jason has to grovel at Tim's superior feet, while Tim gets to feel benevolent and magnanimous with every godamn interaction.

(Also Canonically jason was basically testing Tim's mettle as Robin which Tim supposedly succeeded, thats why Jason left instead of idk knocking Tim out or something. If Tim is truly traumatized and can't be in the same room as someone who aggressively sparred with you, what the fuck are you doing out in the streets in tights you bitch baby go back home.

And if Tim isn't traumatized, the flinching and godforsaken whimpering just reeks of someone using their higher status "elite class robin" to get someone of lower class "street rat, pariah" into trouble. Like Tim going, " All I have to is flinch and act scared to get Bruce and other vigilantes to hurt you. It doesn't matter what you do, they'll never take your side. "

Which sounds ridiculous, but I've seen fics do this many times, and it's never acknowledged outside of "jason should stop being evil and keep apologize over and over"

Because fanon woobie Tim is never with fault. Even if he does something that might hurt someone, it's always overruled because he was "right" or too socially inept to understand what he did wrong thus instantly forgiven (a trait Bruce shares)

Fanon woobie Tim's feeling and conforts is always the priority, it doesn't what any other character is going through, Damian, Jason, Dick, Stephanie, Tim is automatically more important, and if another character has conflict with him that means they're in the wrong.(another trait Bruce shares)

Fanon and Canon Tim is defined by his insecurities, and he refuses to acknowledge or overcome it.

Which is why even in "jason centric" stuff Tim is always there in his face, and jason HAS to have a good opinion of him, he HAS to say you're a good robin. He HAS to say you're my favorite brother. He HAS to constantly affirm that Tim is smart and a good person. It doesn't matter if the titans tower Chapter is included or tim was on a victim blaming spree. jason has like/admire him anyway and should feel so stupid for not seeing it sooner.

[batfam-enjoyer]

Batfam x Disabled/chronically ill GN Reader Headcanons

Characters included: Bruce Wayne, Jason Todd, Dick Grayson, Damian Wayne, Casandra Cain (sorry some of the fam is missing I just started having a hard time with coming up with head cannons)

Tried my best to keep things neutral to apply to anyone. Also if this is ass it’s partly because I gave up ✨. One last thing is when I was looking for images of the characters I got jumpscared by Batman x Nightwing fanart, I didn’t know that was a ship… If you ship that, get some help…

Warnings: none just probably out of character

Bruce Wayne

When in a committed relationship with Bruce you will never have to fret about medical bills ever again.

He even makes sure you have the best medical team or assistance that money can get you.

Even if your relationship doesn’t workout in the future he will still pay for medical bills, if you don’t want him to anymore then he orders you things that help support you, snacks, medical supplies, etc.

Very attentive when he’s able to be around, always making sure you have everything you need, he still makes sure not to baby you though.

Also need accessibility accommodations in the manor? Done in an instant.

Having a bad flare up and need to be left alone? He will make sure absolutely no one disturbs you.

As well if you’re unable to work he’s completely willing to support you, as well he’ll buy anything having to do with your hobbies!

When he’s gone he makes sure to have Alfred check on you, he will even hire extra help if more assistance is necessary.

There is one downside about Bruce though. As much as Bruce is able to give you almost everything you need physically, he’s not always the most present partner emotionally.

His lack of emotional availability can feel lonesome at times. Sometimes if you just want love and attention he’ll be too busy being the Business man Bruce Wayne or being Batman, the protector of Gotham.

He is someone who does deeply care though despite his hard exterior, after his absence is called out by you and the rest of the family, he does actually fix his behavior.

In front of others he’ll still keep up his cold exterior for the most part, save from a hand on your waist, or a soft gaze meant only for you.

In private he’s a loving doting partner.

Jason Todd

Very protective of you, i mean as a whole he’s already a protective partner, but now he’s extra protective when it comes to your health.

Jason isn’t the most well off person ever comparatively to Bruce, but he’ll work extra hard to support you.

The only downside for that though is he tends to be gone all night, most nights, or will even be gone for multiple days.

Will smother you with love and affection when he comes back. As well he will spoil you, buying you food you’ve been craving or something you’ve been eyeing for a while.

If Jason ever introduces you to Bruce and he actually likes you, he will be insistent to Jason in trying to give money to help you.

Jason is stubbornness, and slight resentment for Bruce, absolutely refuses for the longest time.

That is until one day Bruce and Jason have a heart to Heart one day, their relationship was still damaged but Jason was a little bit more willing to accept his help.

Jason doesn’t bring up Bruce helping out with money, but after that Jason disappears less nights and stops being gone for days as much as before.

If you ever need help moving around physically then Jason will be carrying you no problem. Want to go swimming but can’t due to accessibility issues? He will be picking you up and supporting you as much as you need.

A really great care taker if you ever need help with changing out medical devices. He’s used to patching himself up so he’s not at all squeamish. As well he’ll help with medications.

Sometimes he can be a bit too helping and accidentally make independence feel hard for you but once you tell him, he’ll be sure not to overstep any boundaries.

Basically just a very sweet and attentive partner who sometimes physically disappears for a while.

Although he’d rather die than have his siblings find out how much of a softie he actually is for you.

Dick Grayson

Golden retriever boyfriend who makes sure you have absolutely everything you need, as well will make sure you have all accommodations you need met.

He will turn into a Karen, well not actually a Karen because he’s very friendly about it, but he will pull a “can I speak with you manager” if a business is not properly accommodating.

Will take you to doctors appointments. He does his best to be there for everyone, especially you.

Tends to run himself thin though so he end up really emotionally drained and in need of cuddles. Once he learns to say no to his siblings he’s less drained, he never says no to you though 💕. Unless he truly, physically, cannot do something for you.

If you need him to carry you he’s so happy about it, it makes him happy to feel helpful and needed.

Will cook and clean for you and do anything for you.

Will drain himself if he starts doing to much. He even keeps it to himself, not wanting to burden you or make you feel like one, until his mood starts to be more down and his enthusiasm dampens.

After talking with Dick he realizes he just needs to communicate with you instead of bottling things up.

Casandra Cain

She’s so incredibly attentive and is amazing at reading when you’re not doing well.

Lots of acts of service for you to let you know that you are loved and cared about. She always keeps the kitchen stocked with snacks and drinks, as well will happily make all meals for you.

If she knows she’ll be gone and unable to cook for you then she will meal prep for you so all you have to do is heat up what she prepared for you.

Just like Jason she’s more than willing to help with changing medical devices or helping with medication.

As well she will help you get around if needed, girl is strong enough to carry you if necessary.

She’s perfect and can do no wrong as a partner ✨ well not actually

Just as everyone else, she is gone most nights, it’s just the life of being a vigilante.

If it becomes a problem she does her best to explain the situation with her family and will get a pager for you to use if you ever need her, only for emergency use though.

Loves bringing home random trinkets for you:)

Absolutely indulges in your hobbies, she’ll let you teach her or she’ll buy you things.

Cares about your health a LOT, she can end up a little be over bearing when it comes to making sure you are in good health. Once you express issues about it she will be down low about it.

(Older) Damian Wayne

Damian finds it hard to love someone, but once someone can break through his icy exterior, he’s absolutely devoted.

Also when he’s younger he’s a bit of a prick to you in front of his siblings but once he’s older he’s completely respectful.

Just as most of the Batfam he’s strong and will carry you or assist you if ever needed. He’s always very gentle and takes care to never accidentally be too rough with you.

If you have any mobility devices that have wear and tear that need repairing, he’s right on it, fixing a loose wheel or a worn down cane tip.

Will make sure you have hired help if necessary, he’s not great at being there for everyday needs due to his life as a vigilante, as well he’s a bit emotionally unavailable, he still loves and cares deeply though.

While in the streets of Gotham with you he’s incredibly protective, just in case someone clocks you as weak he wants to make sure he’s their to beat their ass.

If you’re having a bad flare up he’s very attentive, a part of his brain that usually struggles is kicked into action once he senses your distress. Need food? He’s on it. Need a hot pack? He’s on it. Just want some cuddles and love? He’s all yours.

Despite his devotion to his vigilante work, he’s still devoted to you. So if you’re having a bad flare up and work is calling for him, he’ll chose you. His family can handle Gotham without him for one night.

[ashwhowrites]

Maybe billy hargrove x sunshine!cheerleader!reader ? where they‘re dating and the rest of the cheer squad (except chrissy <3) is jealous so they act like they are her friends and they keep asking her questions about billy to have a chance with him, but she doesn’t realize because she thinks they’re just interested in her relationship since they’re ‘re apparently her friends. But billy is super loyal (kinda unrealistic with his character but anyway lol) and every time they they try to hit on him he rejects them pretty harshly ? And maybe in the end she finally stands up for herself and billy is just like „that‘s my girl.“

I‘m so sorry if this was hard to understand it‘s my first time requesting and I was so nervous🥲, especially since I basically read all of your ST fics😭

Love love love a good boyfriend Billy fic 🫶🏻

I hope this is what you wanted and you enjoy it. Thank you for requesting <3

Cheerleader game

When the word got out that Billy Hargrove locked down on one girl, hell broke loose. The boys were excited that there wouldn't be any more competition, but the girls were having a hard time accepting it. Billy was the heartthrob of the school and every girl wanted their turn with him. But his eyes landed on Y/N, and they never left.

Y/N was sweet, bubbly, and all-around a ball of sunshine. Her being with Billy was a shock to everyone. Sure, she was a cheerleader and Billy only focused on the popular crowd. But the squad couldn't believe out of all of them, he picked her.

Their jealousy made them bitter and snakes. They swarmed Y/N countlessly with questions about Billy. They craved every detail they could get, details to make him interested in them. Poor Y/N didn't know their intentions, she thought they were just interested in her new relationship. She thought they were being friends.

~~~

"So Y/N, tell us! What does he like about you?" Bethany smiled, patting her manicured nails against the table.

"Um, I don't know. I feel like you'd have to ask him that." Y/N laughed awkwardly. To be honest, she wondered why he liked her too. But she didn't think too long about it. He liked her and asked her out. That's what mattered.

"Wrap your brain around it! You beat out the whole school, there must be something special about you." Bethany said, her eyes glared for a tiny second then a bright smile took over her face.

Y/N tried to rank her brain for compliments Billy gave. She smiled as a few came to mind.

"Oh, I know! He loves my pink lip gloss. He said he loves how shiny and irresistible it makes my lips!"

~~~

Billy was walking towards his car when he saw a girl leaning on it. He eyed her quickly but didn't recognize much about her.

"Can I help you?" Billy asked, and not politely. His voice was thick and sharp. His eyes raised in a bothered way and his body language read annoyed.

Bethany giggled and popped her gum. The gum brought attention to her shiny pink lips. Billy noticed the familiarity of the gloss but didn't say anything about it.

"See something you like? The gloss maybe?" She teased, she slowly applied the lipgloss over her already-coated lips. Billy saw the bottle and confirmed it was the same kind Y/N wore.

"Not on you," Billy said, chuckling at the shocked look on Bethany's face. He got in the car and started the engine. The loud rumble made Bethany move out of the car with a growl.

~~~

"What do you guys enjoy doing on dates? Does he like to go to the movies or something?" Sarah asked, throwing her bright blonde hair over her shoulder.

"We go to the movies a lot! He's really into action movies. He wants to go see that new Batman movie."

~~~

Billy was finishing practice, his sweat dripping from his curls down his chest. The small shorts he wore caught every cheerleader's attention. Practicing in the same gym was the best thing the school came up with.

While Y/N and Chrissy were having a small talk on the couch, Sarah took the opportunity to race off to talk to Billy. After her talk with Y/N yesterday, she raced to the movie theater to buy two tickets for the new Batman film for opening night.

She snatched the tickets and confidently walked up to Billy. His back to her as he switched out his shirts. Sarah felt drool on her chin as she watched his tan back move. She tapped on his shoulder, a smile on her face as he turned.

"Hi, Billy! You looked great during practice today." She batted her eyelashes and trailed her hand up his arm. She tried not to pout when he pushed her hand off and made a grunt sound in response.

"Anyway!" She brushed it off, "I got two tickets for that new Batman movie, would you maybe want to go?"

"Sweet! Thanks!" He smiled. There was a glint in his eye that made her stomach flip. "Can I see them?" He asked, his hand reaching out. She tried to catch her breath as his fingertips touched her skin. Her body was on fire from the simple touch.

"Opening night! That kicks ass. Thanks." He said he slipped the tickets into his pocket. "See ya."

Sarah was confused as she watched him walk off. She turned around and growled when she saw him walk up to Y/N. The tickets were in his hands as he showed them to Y/N, who excitedly nodded. They walked out hand in hand with Sarah's tickets.

~~~

Y/N screamed as Billy scored the winning shot. The gymnasium was electric as the boys celebrated their win. Y/N waited for all the boys to finish congratulating Billy, waiting for her turn to race in his arms and kiss his face.

By the time the boys finished, the cheer squad raced to Billy next. Y/N stood shocked as all these girls swarmed her boyfriend. Their hands on his skin, and lips on his cheek. That's supposed to be her!

"Get your man, girl." Chrissy encouraged, her arms crossed as she looked in shame at her team.

Y/N huffed and marched over to her boyfriend. She felt a sense of pride that he didn't look pleased either. He looked annoyed with all these girls.

Once his blue eyes caught hers, a smile lit up his whole face. Y/N wanted to laugh at the way he pushed through the girls, his feet walking towards her.

"There's my girl." He cheered, his arms open as she raced into them. She ignored everyone around them as Billy spun her in the air. Her praise was the only one he cared about hearing it from.

"Amazing, baby." Her words pressed against his lips as she kissed him. And she kissed him hard. Her hands were in his hair as he set her back on the floor. Her back arched as he dipped her.

When they separated from their hot kiss, Y/N offered him a smile before she looked to her team. Her face was hard as the smile was swiped off her face. A glare and snarl sent their way as she stepped closer to them.

"I'm done with all you girls flirting and touching him. He's taken and he's not interested. If you continue to disrespect my relationship, your ass is off the team." The girls quickly ran off, A sense of fear filled the atmosphere as they refused to look at her or Billy.

Y/N stood proudly as she watched them scatter.

"Atta girl." Billy praised, his arms wrapping around her from behind. His face snuggled in her neck as she giggled at the feeling.

"Gotta sink my claws in you a tad bit more, I think," Y/N said, quietly moaning as Billy nipped at her neck.

"Gladly let you."

[trippinsorrows]

my all + part 2

authors note: well, you whores have done it again. finessed a part 2 out of something from me. and because i'm me, i took it too far, so expect a third and final part after this one.

i took a little too much inspo from batman lore as well as joker and harley quinn.

tldr: this shit is unhinged.

part one

disclaimer: i own none of the recognizable characters or universes.

words: 7.7k

*** gif belongs to @dejameflorecer ***

story song inspo: 'my all' by mariah carey /// chapter song inspo: gangsta by kehlani

warnings: smut and angst

Roman loves when she rides him.

It’s something Solana has noticed about most men. A favorite position of sorts. She’s not sure if it’s his number one favorite, but it’s pretty high up there. He especially loves when she rides him reverse cowgirl, loves seeing the bounce of her juicy ass up and down on his massive cock. 

She can’t lie and try to say it hasn’t become one of her favorite positions as well. Being on top is such an exhaustive thing. Knees hurting, thighs aching, cramps and galore. It’s a workout for sure, something she was never really crazy about with sexual partners in the past.

But, they weren’t Roman.

There’s no man like him.

No one who can fuck her and bring out such a dirty, kinky side of her like him.

That man can do just about anything to and with her in the bedroom, and she’ll be a sobbing, overstimulated mess every single time. 

Solana cries out when Roman’s hand comes down on her ass. That’s another thing he seems to love. Grabbing and slapping her ass, an almost mesmerized look in his eyes every time it jiggles and recoils from the movement.

And, there’s a lot of movement coming from said position.

“That’s a good girl,” he goads, his voice dripping with desire and lust. “Look at how good you ride daddy’s dick.”

She moans, eyes shut, hands playing with her nipples, head thrown back. “Does it feel good, daddy?”

“Feels fucking amazing,” he groans. Solana can only imagine the enchanted expression on his handsome face. His hair wild and free, a light sheen of sweat on his forehead from all the exertion. 

They’ve been at it for almost two hours now with only brief breaks in between rounds. 

“Such a good, submissive pretty girl for me,” he compliments, Solana moaning from the praise. She’s quickly and easily become a whore for such things, for his approval. To be not only his pretty girl but his good girl.

“God, your dick feels so good inside me,” she whimpers. Roman’s hand moves to the small of her slick back, applying just enough pressure to tell her exactly what he wants. Bending over, Solana grabs for Roman’s ankles, using them to stabilize herself as she bounces higher, hips and ass wiggling as she alternates between bouncing and grinding.

A lethal combination.

“Fuck, Sol, just like that. Ride this dick like you own it, baby.” 

“I do,” she responds, eyes still closed, caught up in the bliss and pleasure that comes from his thick dick in and out of her, touching and reaching her in all the best and right places. “This is my dick.”

A sense of possessiveness unlike her. But, to be fair, almost everything about her relationship with Roman is unlike her. 

She’s a loose version of herself.

Something she’s having a hard time even caring about the longer this shit goes on. 

Another slap to her ass. “Damn straight.” Solana is caught up in the sex filled haze when she’s suddenly moved, shifted entirely. Roman expertly adjusts them, never once leaving her slippery, wet ass pussy as he moves to his knees. Solana is propelled forward, half her body now hanging off the bed, her hands planted on the ground.

“Shit!”

Roman is now pounding into her from behind, her body jerking back and forth at the end of the bed, her hands sliding all over the place. 

“Best goddamn pussy I’ve ever fucking had,” he praises once more as tears burn Solana eyes from the depth and feel of him. “Ain’t nobody better than you, baby. Nobody.”

Solana is partially paying attention and mostly trying not to lose her goddamn mind from this new position. Roman stays splitting her open, pinning her down, turning her left, right, side to side and in any other way he can imagine. He be doing just anything, and she eats it up every single time. 

She’s addicted, to say the least.

Her body is his sex rag doll to do as he pleases, and it shames her to admit that it’s truly one of the greatest joys in life to serve the Tribal Chief as she does.

His pretty little slut, as he calls her. 

An honor, truly.

To the surprise of no one, Solana comes all over his dick, her cream coating his still fully erect member, all over her ass, lap, the bed. Everywhere. They always make such a mess during these visits.

But, Roman is a man who needs more than that. Always more. 

He moves her once more, propping her right on his dick, facing him this time. His big hands on her hips moving her up and down his length, fucking her right through her orgasm. The tears have spilled over. It all just feels too good, so good.

“Doesn’t daddy take good care of you?” He groans, still guiding her, recognizing she’s in no position—just yet—to take him on her own. She’s still trying to come down from her orgasm, something he can tell by the way her cunt keeps pulsing and clenching him. 

“Yes,” she gasps, hands over his, eyes fluttering open and close. “A–always.”

It takes a minute, and it’s not helped at all by the way he keeps thrusting in and out of her with an unhealthy need, but she eventually settles enough to take over. Solana moves Roman’s hands from her hips, holding them up on the side of his head. Body leaned over his as she rides him like her life depends on it, the eroticness of it all is increased as he takes her nipple into his mouth, sucking and moaning. 

Solana cries out, her pleasure just intensified by ten. Roman loves her big breast and never bypasses an opportunity to suck on her titties, just like she never wastes a chance to deepthroat him in the way she’s learned he loves. Fucking her throat while she plays with his balls.

Their freak knows no end when it comes to each other.

Roman is an equal opportunist, giving each breast the appropriate amount of attention, but he eventually tires and wants something else.

He detaches his mouth from her right breast with a loud pop, tugging Solana down so he can kiss her. A wet, sloppy thing that has both of them moaning into and on each other as she continues to grind down on his addictive, life changing dick.

“Tell me you love me.”

Filthy, naughty, nasty things are usually said in the bedroom or wherever else Roman decides to fuck her. Most of them come from him, some from her when he gets her in that raunchy space as only he can do.

And, it’s not always just the obscene confessions. There are times where it’s less kinky and a lot more romantic. Kind and caring. Roman always has such a range about him, always somehow knowing just what she needs and how she needs it.

But, this…..this is different.

Solana has never said anything like this.

Never demanded anything like this.

She’s thought about it. Thought about it so much to the extent that her head started to hurt.

She knows she loves Roman. Knows that she’s in love with Roman, but she’s never been able to settle on a final answer regarding if he, in fact, loves her.

So, such a thing escaping the cages of her deepest fears is an unfortunate thing indeed.

The body takes a second to respond, so there’s a delay that prevents Solana from freezing and settling into the panic that ceases all movement. But, it’s an unnecessary thing. 

It’s unnecessary, because Roman responds.

“I love you, baby.”

Now, that….that definitely takes the cake.

Because what?

Solana has no time to process that, either, because Roman is sitting up, pulling her chest flush against him. He stares at her, gradually dragging her against his length, never breaking eye contact. She just continues to stare back, mouth partially ajar, as he brings his hand to her face. A tenderness in the way he cups her cheek matched by the shift of wild, erratic fucking to an almost gentle type of lovemaking.

“I love you, Solana.” 

It’s the second reiteration that breaks the shock, that has Solana scoffing quietly in disbelief. Eyes shut, he kisses her lips, Solana holding onto and hugging him as he buries his face into her neck. Another utterance occurs, pressed into her skin, lodging into her soul, shattering what little defenses remain.

Clutching the back of his head, hugging him tighter as he fucks her deeper, she whimpers, “I love you, too….”

—------

She doesn’t say anything after that. 

Nothing regarding that mind-blowing, unexpected confession. Part of it is fear, part of it is disbelief. A lot of it is still being in a state of shock.

Skepticism, even. 

A lot of things get said during sex. Especially sex with Roman. What if it was something just said in the heat of the moment without much thought? After all, she was the one who kicked it off, who brought it up in the first place.

What if he just wanted to get his nut and didn’t want to risk upsetting her by telling her the truth? By rejecting her?

All valid questions, in her mind. None of which she wants the answers to.

A few hours later, Solana stands in the kitchen, having just finished washing up the dishes from the dinner she’d cooked for them. Nothing nearly as nice as she’d like, given limited supplies and resources but enough, enough for them.

She’s drying her hands and hanging the wash towel over the faucet when Roman comes up behind her. 

A small smile on her face as he holds her and kisses the side of her neck. Solana grasps onto his arms and readies to ask him to lay down with her. 

She’s exhausted.

For more reasons than he realizes.

“I’ll be out sometime next month.”

Solana’s eyes widen. It seems the day is just full of surprises.

She turns to look at him, whispering almost, “what?”

Roman makes a sound, lifting his hand to her face. His index finger traces the outline of her full lips. “That’s why they were here earlier. To give me the update.”

The they he speaks of refers to his two cousins, Jimmy and Jey, as well as his older brother, Matteo. On a couple of occasions, during their EFV visits, the men who are also apart of his inner circle, have come over. They never stay long, never over an hour. The four of them talking quietly amongst themselves as Solana sort of hides out in the bedroom, door closed. 

It’s not a thing of fear. Any and all interactions with the other men have been pleasant. Silly, almost, as the twins are certainly characters. Matteo is very much like his brother, more on the quiet side. But, he’s always been kind, always respectful. The three of them, in a weird sort of way, the kind of people she could see befriending. 

If not for the weird circumstances. 

“About fucking time….” Roman trails off, an undeniable sense of relief on his handsome face and in his voice. But, it doesn’t extend to Solana. Not in the way that it probably should.

It can’t. It can’t, because what she’s been avoiding for almost five months now can no longer be avoided. That terrifying question of what happens when Roman is released from prison. It’s a question she finally has to ask.

There’s no more room for avoidance.

“So…what happens now?” 

A heavy frown falls on his face as he eyes her, asking with understandable confusion. “What do you mean?”

Solana swallows. This is the last conversation she expected to be having today, even if it’s something she should have seen coming. She knew it would come at some point. Just not this point.

“What—what happens when you’re out?” Wording it is significantly more difficult than she could have imagined. Each question feels like a slow slice of the knife into her gentle, sensitive heart. “Will this….will this all be over?” Her eyes glaze over with unshed tears. “Is….is this the end?”

A terrifying, devastating question she’s not sure she wants or can even handle the answer to.

Solana doesn’t want this to end.

Ever.

“Sol….” Roman’s frown deepens as he turns her around completely, hands lifting to gently cup her face. “Baby, where is this coming from?”

There’s something about that question that irrationally upsets her. Annoys her for reasons she can’t identify. “You’re—you’re leaving, Roman. We won’t—we won’t see each other anymo—”

“Solana.” His voice lowers, shifting into something authoritative. “I’m leaving this shithole. Not you.” He looks around the trailer with disgust before landing his gaze back on her. Confused and sympathetic. “I could never leave you….I love you, Solana.”

Solana can only look at him, briefly returning to that state of shock at hearing him say something she’d stupidly tried to convince herself was a fluke.

“You….” A hushed, almost whispered thing, weighed down by continued apprehension. “You do?”

Roman’s expression of shock only deepens her shock. “Of course.” He sounds almost offended that she could even ask such a thing, like she should already know. “You have to fucking know that, Solana.”

No, she doesn’t. She didn’t. 

“Why do you think I do everything I do for you? Look out for you the way I do? Make sure you’re safe and taken care of?” Him listing off each question is the equivalent of that same knife previously digging into her heart, now gradually being pulled out. 

Solana swallows, suddenly feeling just a little stupid. Stupid for not putting all of the glaring pieces together. Still, he deserves an answer. Deserves the truth. “The sex….”

“I’ve fucked a lot of women in my life, Solana.” It’s not a boastful announcement. Nothing arrogant. Just the beginning of a profound point. “And never have I done any of the shit I do for you for them. You know why?” He doesn’t wait for a response, just dips his head to ghost his lips over hers. “Because I never loved them the way I love you.” His eyes flutter shut, his volume dropping. “I’ve never loved anyone the way I love you.”

Stunned.

Solana is stunned.

The day she’s dreaded has just, in a matter of seconds, with a few, powerful, life-changing sentences, has become the day she’s vied for since the moment she laid eyes on Roman Reigns.

Roman loves her.

He actually fucking loves her.

It’s such a wonderful, overwhelming feeling, to say the least.

And since they’re in the space of confession, and she feels so loved in this moment, Roman kissing the top of her head, his other moving to the small of her back, she has to take advantage of it.

Has to share her own confession of sorts.

“Roman….” He looks down at her, and her heart, for lack of better term, skips a beat. Here goes nothing. “I—I’m pregnant.”

Something about telling Roman that she loved him was always terrifying, but there was something even more intimidating about sharing that piece of information with him. Info she’s been sitting on for almost a week, but something she’s known even longer.

As a woman and a nurse, Solana was certain she already knew what her test results would come back with. She knows herself, knows her body, and she definitely knew that the chances were high. A bad experience with the IUD left her sworn off birth control, along with Roman not once ever even mentioning a condom, conjoined with the fact that they fuck almost several times a week. It all made sense.

Of course, she would end up pregnant.

The very thing she wanted.

And, maybe, just maybe, he wanted as well. 

Because the small smile on his face doesn’t seem like something from a man who’s upset at such life altering news. “Yeah?” She watches him shift that hand from her back to her stomach, where he slides his hand under her shirt and over her belly. “Are you sure?”

Solana hesitates. It all still feels so unreal. “Yeah….” She licks her lips, something calm coming over her as he moves his hand in small circles. “I’m—I’m six weeks.”

Another unexpected response. “Good.”

Solana feels even more stupid just staring at him, but the response she’s receiving isn’t exactly what she was expecting. “You’re…you’re happy?” It’s less a question and more an assessment. Solana didn’t think that he’d be upset, per se, but she also wasn’t expecting such an….almost jovial response and disposition. 

“I told you I was going to put a baby in you,” he reminds. Even more, she’d asked him to give her a baby. Another important detail. “I’m going to spend the rest of my life with you, Solana.” Her chest tightens. It’s the first time he’s referred to beyond this prison ordeal. His big hand stills, planted flatly and protectively on her belly. “Our child is just the beginning of that.” 

She scoffs in waning disbelief, as Roman lifts her hand to his mouth, kissing her knuckles. “I don’t want you working here anymore.”

Solana’s smile falters just a bit. “Wh–what?” Yet another unexpected thing to leave his mouth for the nineteenth time today. “W–why?”

His answer is simple and firm. “It’s not safe.” Solana goes to protest when he reminds her of the basic facts. “You being pregnant and working as a correctional nurse in a maximum security prison is a disaster waiting to happen, Sol.” 

He doesn't have to bring up her attack for her to know that's largely what he's indirectly referring to.

“It won’t happen again,” she points out, softly. Her hand is planted on his chest. “You—you made sure of that.”

Prisoners taken to her infirmary have barely even looked at her, let alone had the balls to get smart—or worse since Roman's act of vengeance. His grisly message was loud and clear.

She’s off limits. Something about her being pregnant doesn’t seem like it’d change anything, but Roman seems to think otherwise.

“I won’t risk it,” he announces. “I won’t risk anything happening to you.” He resumes his circular movements across the span of her belly. “Or our baby.”

There’s something almost soft and caring about the way he says it. About how he says our baby, because that’s exactly what and who this is. Their child. A child he’s clearly only looking out for. The same way he always looks out for her. 

And, Solana knows he’s right. Knows that her continuing to work at the prison probably isn’t the best. Not for a lot of reasons. 

The smart decision is for her to quit and find another job.

“Okay,” she agrees, looking up at him. “I’ll—I’ll put in my two weeks Monday.”

Relief flashes in his hazel eyes. “Good.” He leans down and kisses her. Soft, slow, and sensual. Just the way she likes. The ways she loves. He wraps his arms around her once more, Solana’s eyes shutting from the instant comfort and warmth he grants. “I’m gonna take care of you, Solana. I always will.” A beat. “I promise.”

—----

Solana waits to tell them.

Waits until she’s showing and therefore unable to keep it a secret any longer.

The table is filled with conversation amongst her siblings and parents. Her nieces and nephews playing out back, being watched by the older kids. Teenagers.

Solana’s been on the quiet side the entire evening. Not that it’s noticed by anyone or any different from most of their family gatherings. Rarely does anyone ever notice much about her, period.

But, they did notice the 2025 Range Rover parked out front in her parents driveway. A gift from Roman. One of many.

Just like the penthouse he gifted her. Separate from the one he lives in. The one they live in together.

“I’m pregnant.”

It goes largely unheard and unaddressed. Not that Solana is surprised. That’s usually the case. However, one hand on the bump concealed under her babydoll shirt, and she knows this is one of those times where she can’t let it go.

She has to say something. 

So, she does.

“I’m pregnant.” A repeating that’s louder and firmer, even though it only catches the attention of her older sister, Zuri.

Zuri looks at her, instantly scowling. Also unsurprising. Zuri, of all her siblings, is the most….difficult, to say the least. “What?” The smile on Isabella’s face dims when she notices her big sister scowling at Solana. “What did you just say?”

It’s only then that Solana has gathered the attention of almost everyone at the table. A stressful thing but something she wanted.

Here goes nothing.

“I said….” Solana takes a deep breath, continuing to rub her belly under the table. “I’m pregnant.”

She’s met with an array of expressions, some confused, some amused, and some floored. 

“You’re kidding, right?” DJ scoffs, wiping the corners of his mouth with his napkin, looking around the table for some indicator of him being the only one not in on the joke. “You’re not serious?”

“Of course, she’s not,” Isabella laughs. It’s a nervous laugh. “Sola isn’t even seeing anyone right now, how could she be pregnant?”

Zuri remains scowling, wisely pointing out. “You don’t have to be dating anyone to get knocked up. Fucking is a commitment free thing.”

“Language,” Nina, Solana’s mother scolds her oldest daughter. She then looks over at Solana, nervous as all outdoors. “Sweetheart, what do you mean you’re pregnant?”

Having a set of speculative eyes on her does little to settle Solana’s nerves, but it doesn’t deter her from carrying through with her task. “I mean that I’m pregnant.” Realizing a more….visible display is required, Solana stands up and lifts her shirt up just enough to show her baby bump. A round of gasps and sounds of shock. Solana rubs her belly in a small circle, a small smile falling on her face. “I’m almost four months.”

But, while pride fills Solana thinking about her baby growing inside of her, terror and horror is struck amongst her family. 

“What the hell, Solana?” Harris, her second oldest brother, has an expression of ardent disapproval. “How the hell did you get yourself knocked up?”

Zuri scoffs. “I think we know the answer to that, H.” Solana sits down, suddenly uncomfortable with sharing her exposed stomach with such a judgmental crowd. “I think a better question is why.”

“I agree,” Darnell, Solana’s father, speaks for the first time. His gaze is stern and even. “Solana, you just started that job not even a year ago, and already you’re pregnant?”

It’s then Solana drops another bombshell, attention on the now cold plate of unfinished food. “I quit.”

Another round of gasps and sounds of disapproval.

“What do you mean you quit, Solana?” Nina questions, sitting forward at the table. She shakes her head. “That was a good job you had. A good paying, stable job, honey.”

Solana doesn’t necessarily disagree, but the point she’s about to make made the most sense given her situation. “The baby’s father and I agreed it wasn’t safe for me to be working there while pregnant.” 

“And just who is the father, huh?” DJ presses, though it feels more like a demand than anything. “And how long have ya’ll even been dating or screwing or whatever for you to let him get you pregnant in the first place?”

Solana knew she wasn’t going to be met with overall enjoyment. Almost all of her siblings had their children out of wedlock, and though her parents never outright said it, she’s always known their hope was she wouldn’t fall in line.

That she’d stick with that outdated, traditional timeline of dating, marriage, and a baby.

All things she’s achieved, just not in that order, per se.

However, their tumultuousness from just the first part of her news has her even more nervous about how they’re going to react to this next part. 

Regardless, it needs to be done.

She clears her throat. “His name is Roman.” Another deep breath. “Roman Reigns.”

Silence.

More silence. 

And then….then laughter.

Around her, Solana looks to see every member of her family with amused smiles on their face, oblivious laughter leaving their mouths.

“Lil' girl, you almost got us there.” Her dad chuckles. “Roman Reigns? That’s a good one.”

However, it’s her mom who detects that Solana remains with the same neutral, almost nervous expression that she’s had since first making her shocking announcement, and it’s that unchanging piece that allows the rest to come together.

“Oh my God….” She gasps, grabbing her husband’s hand, forcing him to look at her. “She’s serious.”

And, that statement from the matriarch transcends around the table, bringing on the clearly uncomfortable truth. 

And the judgmental, floored stares have returned with a newfound intensity. 

“Roman Reigns?” Comes from Zuri who’s no longer annoyed. She’s pissed. “What the fuck do you mean Roman Reigns is the father?”

“Solana, do you know who that man is?” DJ asks, like she’s stupid. Like she’s some illiterate child who needs to be educated. “He’s a fucking mafia kingpin.”

“He’s a murderer.”

“A monster.”

More hurtful, judgmental adjectives used to describe the man Solana loves more than anything in this word. 

“How did you even me—” Her father starts to ask, but Solana watches him. Watches as the horrifying reality sets into him. “Solana, tell me you didn’t.” She looks away, tears suddenly burning her eyes. “Tell me you weren’t sleeping with that man while he was in the prison where you worked.”

More gasps.

Silence from Solana. 

She can’t and won’t deny the truth.

“I love him,” is all the response she can muster. She hates how weak and soft her voice sounds. “And—and he loves me. We’re…we’re in love.” 

A loud bang on the table startles her. Solana looks up to see her father as the source as he stands from where he was previously sitting. “He’s not capable of love, Solana! He’s a fucking sociopath, and I can’t believe you could be so naive to fall for his bullshit!”

“Darnell, please.” Nina also stands up, placing her hand on his arm. A comforting act to hopefully help calm him down. “Sweetie—”

“Why haven’t you aborted it yet?” Zuri suddenly asks the question Solana should have expected but wasn’t necessarily anticipating. 

Her hand moves back to her stomach. “What?” 

“You can’t keep that thing,” she sneers. “It’ll probably end up being the next Ted Bundy or some shit.”

“Zuri,” Isabella says in a soft voice. Solana senses some level of sympathy from her family. She casts Solana an almost empathetic glance. 

“Zuri’s right,” Harris scoffs. “Why the hell would you want to have a fucking psychopath’s baby?”

“He’s not a psychopath,” Solana defends. For the first time in this whole shitshow of an announcement, she feels a new emotion. Defensiveness. 

She feels defensive over her lover. Over the father of her child. Over the man she loves. 

“You don’t know him,” she continues.

“No, you don’t know him,” Darnell snaps, pointing his finger at her. “Solana, I’ve spent my entire career putting scum like him behind bars. But, you know what I’ve had to do more of? Investigate and clean up all the murders he’s committed over the years.” She looks away, unable to withstand his disgusted expression. “Do you have any idea how many bodies—body parts—he’s left scattered around this city? He’s not even human, because no human being could do the things he’s done.”

This kind of response, specifically from her dad, was something she did sort of anticipate. It made sense. The police chief’s daughter falling in love with a mafia kingpin who’s been a thorn in his side for 20+ years?

It only made sense. 

“I wasn’t….” Solana speaks again, needing to somehow wrap this up. She’s not sure how much more she can take. “I wasn’t expecting any of you to understand or even agree with the decisions I’ve made, and that—that’s okay.” Her voice cracks at the end, giving away the fact that it’s most definitely not okay. From feeling forgotten by her family her whole life, to now being shunned and judged so harshly, it’s a borderline traumatic experience. “I just—I just wanted to let you all know, because we’re going out of town for a little while, so—”

“You’re what?” Darnell interrupts. “The hell you are. You’re not anywhere with that damn man!”

At that, Solana’s defensiveness returns just a bit. “I’m not a child anymore. You can’t—”

“Maybe not, but you are fucking stupid.” DJ scoffs, also now standing, his arms crossed, largely reflecting their father, the man he was named after. “It’s bad enough you let that man impregnate you, but now you're talking about going away with him? To where?”

She swallows. “He owns a private island—”

“Great, so he can kill you and scatter what remains in the ocean in the middle of fucking nowhere.” Zuri smiles, rubbing her temples, shooting Solana a wink. “Great fucking idea, lil’ sis.”

“Roman would never hurt me or our baby—”

“Solana….” Nina speaks, her voice surprisingly soft. “Did he…did he force himself on you?” A heartbreaking, almost horrified question that has Solana’s eyes widening. 

“No! He’s not like that!”

“That’s exactly what he’s like!” 

“It’s like he’s….brainwashed you or something.” Nina whispers, eyes glossing over. “Oh, mija, what have you gotten yourself into?”

“You’re terminating that pregnancy first thing tomorrow, Solana.”

“No, I’m not.” She shakes her head, both hands planted on her stomach. “This is my baby. It’s our baby, and I’m not getting rid of it! We—we were trying to get pregnant. We—wanted to have him. We want—”

“Him?” 

Solana closes her eyes. 

Shit.

She hadn’t meant to disclose that part.

“It’s a boy?” Isabella whispers, looking over at Zuri.

“You definitely have to get rid of it, then!”  

“Of course, she is.”

“No, I’m not,” Solana reiterates, sitting forward in her chair, starting to push back in her chair. “This is my body. My choice. My pregnancy, and my baby that I am keeping.”

“Solana, you’ve already been stupid enough to ruin your whole life and reputation by breaking not only rules but laws by getting caught up with that man,” Darnell dismisses her wishes. Completely washes over her sounds of protest. “Don’t further that stupid by tying yourself down to that thug for the next 18 years.” Another level of disgust and disdain mars his aged face. “Having a baby for a man ten years your senior is one thing, but having a baby for that man is something entirely different.” He shakes his head. “You’re not keeping it.”

It’s probably the culmination of the conversation as a whole that pushes Solana over the edge. Has her slamming her hand down on the table, forcing the surprise and focus of her family around her. “I’m keeping my baby, and that’s that!” Completely done with being attacked and slammed beyond a hurtful response, Solana stands up from the table. “I’m leaving.”

“Sweetie, please, don’t leave,” Nina implores, starting to round the table, stopping about halfway. As if feeling uncomfortable being too close to her. It stings. For sure. “We need to figure this out.”

“There’s nothing to figure out,” Zuri cuts through, taking the side of her dad and siblings. “Either she gets rid of it or—”

“Or what?” Solana presses. “I said I’m keeping my baby.” Not only is that something Solana could never personally see herself doing, though she supports any and all women who make that choice, she knows that she’s too far along in her pregnancy to go about it, at least in their state, even if she wanted to. Knows as someone who’s in the medical field. The same field her mom and sister are in, so them not saying anything to express disagreement with such a thing being suggested is….hurtful, to say the least. 

“Solana Esmeralda Miller.” Her father’s use of her full name stalls Solana as she reaches for her purse, back towards her family who continue to throw insult after insult at her, ruining what should be a beautiful time in her life all because they don’t understand. They don’t want to understand. “As long as you are with that man, you aren’t welcome in this house.”

Solana doesn’t have to be facing the group to know it’s her mom that gasps. “Darnell, please, she’s still our daughter—”

“My daughter would never get herself caught up in some foolishness like this!”

“She needs our support right now!”

“She needs to stop being so damn dumb!”

“So let’s help her, not persecute her!”

Solana’s eyes shut. Too much. It’s all too much. 

“Would you all just shut up!” Solana turns around and snaps, unable to keep the reins on her emotions any longer. “Stop acting like you all care!” Because they don’t. Their entire disposition and response thus far have concerned just as much. “For years, years, I’ve felt invisible in this family. It never mattered how good I did, how unproblematic I was, I always came last.”

Nina’s shoulders drop. “Honey….”

Solana shakes her head. “Roman loves me. He makes me feel special and wanted, and…I need that. I’ve needed that for so long, and now I finally have it, and I’m not going to let any of you take that away from me.” She sniffles. “I’m not going to let anyone take him away from me.”

But while there’s a sort of relief that comes from speaking her mind, sharing with them trauma she’s sat on for so long, the relief is quickly snatched away through her father’s emotionless response. 

“So that’s what it was? That’s how easy you were for him?” He sneers. “He shows you a little bit of attention, and you go opening up your legs?”

“Daddy, stop,” Isabella murmurs, continuing to look empathetic but not really doing anything to speak up for her sister. To defend her.

“I’m done here,” Solana angrily jerks her body away as her mother tries to reach for her. “None of you will ever have a relationship with my child.” And with a heartbreaking realization, she shares the part she feared the most. “And I may not, either.”

—------------

6.

That’s how many people Roman kills. 

All fuckers who’d betrayed him or played a role in the plot that got him locked up for all those months. Slowly, methodically, and with great detail and precision. He ensures to prolong their suffering for as long as humanly possible.

And, even that, even being practically bathed in their blood, in human flesh, pieced of severed organs and other grisly remnants of his butchering, does little to settle him. To settle that uncontrollable rage that influenced the gruesome murders.

Because, the people he really wants to hurt are the people he can’t touch. Solana’s family. 

Her mother. 

Her two sisters and two brothers.

Her fucking father.

Chief Miller has always been a fucking pain in the ass, but this incident has crossed a fucking line. Roman coming home to find his wife sitting on the floor. At the edge of the bed. Crying her eyes out because of how awful they all responded to her pregnancy announcement, about her relationship with him. The only thing he could do after comforting her and soothing her to sleep, was commit murder. But, he couldn't have the victims he really wanted.

Because his wife is kind and good, the things he is not. She doesn’t want them dead. He might, but she doesn’t. And, she doesn’t even have to specify as such, because that’s just not Solana.

She’d rather take it all on the chin and eventually work and move past it.

Not Roman.

Fuck that. 

In his eyes, they all deserve to fucking burn.

But, as much as they hurt Solana, Roman knows she still loves them. She loves her family, and that’s why their reaction hurt her so much. Because while he knows a part of her knew they wouldn’t respond well, he also knows that she was hoping maybe, just maybe, they would be a little understanding.

He knew better though.

He knew they wouldn’t react well, but for the fucking Hallmark type people they tried to portray themselves to be, he didn’t anticipate they’d be so cruel to Solana.

His pretty girl. 

It’s why he partially wishes he’d gone with her.

The same way he wants to go with her now.

“Solana, are you sure this is a good idea?” 

She turns around from where she just placed another bathing suit in their suitcase. He’s not sure why she’s packing clothes at all. He doesn’t plan for them to do anything but fuck, relax, and enjoy each other for the next two weeks.

She sighs, walking over, Roman unable to resist a chance to glance at her stomach. The fabric of her dress falls perfectly against the swell of her bump.

Their baby.

His son.

Solana moves in front of him, hands on his chest as he holds her, kissing her temple. “I have to try.”

Roman doesn’t say anything, because he doesn’t agree. After the shit they pulled last week, her piece of shit family deserves nothing from her, let alone another chance. 

But, he loves her and respects her, so he has to respect her decision. 

“Are you sure you don’t want me to go with you?” Largely due to him wanting to be the much needed buffer if anything goes left. Also because he wants to be there to support her. 

However, she shakes her head, pulling back to look up at him. “I—I think it might make it worse.”

He’s quiet, once again, because she’s probably not wrong. As much as Roman loves the woman in front of him, he’s not sure he’d be able to control his temper if her dad and/or brothers were to say some shit. Doesn’t know if he’d be able to end the night without dropping at least one of them. 

He nods, hand moving up and down her back. “Fine, but at least take your security detail, Sol.”

That’s the thing that he really still isn’t okay with. He understands why she didn’t want them with her before, because she wasn’t ready to tell her family about them, but now that they know? He’s highly uncomfortable with her going over there completely alone. 

“Roman….”

“Solana, it’s for your protection.” Not even just her. Their unborn child as well. 

“My family is being mean and unsupportive, but they would never hurt me, Roman.” He can see the way she catches herself, forcing a correction. “Not physically, anyway.”

Roman wants to believe her. He truly does, but something feels off. He can’t put his hand on it. “Solana, I—”

“Trust me,” she interrupts in a small voice, her eyes pleading. “Please?” He does. Probably more than what defies logic. “I won’t be long, and it’s just my parents who want to meet and talk. Not my siblings. Not yet, at least.” That helps him feel a little better. Only a little. “Roman, I—I won’t be able to enjoy this trip without at least hearing them out.”

Roman takes a deep, loud breath, rolling his neck and stroking his beard. Going against his better judgment seems like the wrong move, but there’s something that bothers him more about depriving her of this. 

“Alright,” he finally caves, adding a stipulation. “An hour. You have an hour, and after that, I’m coming to get you.”

She nods. “Okay.” Solana leans up and kisses his cheek. “Thank you.”

Roman says nothing, just watches as she continues to pack, wanting to have it all done tonight, as they’re set to board the jet and fly out tomorrow. 

All the while, he still can’t manage to shake the feeling that something is wrong.

—--------

True to their word, it’s only Solana’s parents when she arrives at their house.

And, it’s not that she believed they were lying, per se. She just didn’t know if they thought she wouldn’t agree to come over if she knew it would be an intervention of sorts involving her siblings. 

They wouldn’t be entirely wrong.

Solana settles on her parents sofa, shifting to get comfortable as her father sits in his seat across from her. He’s yet to say anything. 

Nina wears a warm smile as she walks in from the kitchen with a tea kettle. “I made you some raspberry leaf tea.” She pours some in the mug sitting and waiting on the coffee table. “Your abuela used to make it for me when I was pregnant with you all.”

The mention of Solana’s late grandmother is enough in and of itself to evoke a set of fresh tears. 

Paloma would be turning over in her grave to know what’s happening within the family. She never liked or approved of dissension. Especially among family. 

Solana says nothing, just takes the cup and brings it to her mouth. The flavor feels a bit off than how she remembers it tasting, but her taste buds altogether have been off this pregnancy, so she doesn’t think much of it.

“Solana, we want to apologize to  you.”

Nina kicking off the conversation with that as she takes a seat next to her daughter is most definitely not how Solana predicted this whole thing kicking off. Naturally, she’s skeptical.

“What?”

Darnell’s deep voice takes over. “We feel….we feel we may have been too hard on you.” Solana continues to sip on her tea, eager, wanting, and maybe needing a reason to not respond. She’s not entirely sure what she expected from this conversation, but it certainly wasn’t that.

“Oh,” she finally mumurs, nervously tapping her short acrylic nails against the glass mug.

“I’m sorry about how I spoke to you, Solana,” he apologizes. Solana places the mug down, wanting and needing to be fully present for whatever else he’s about to say. “I—I was out of line, and I was upset, but that gives me no excuse. It’s just….” He trails off, looking away, fist gently hitting his lap. “Of all our children, with all the issues your siblings have had over the years, we never would have suspected you.”

And, that is where Solana gets lost. 

Suspected what?

She voices as such. 

“I—I don’t understand.” She honestly, truly doesn’t. “What—what are you talking about?”

Darnell looks at her. Voice even and calm as all the outdoors. “We never would have suspected you also struggle with mental health issues.”

Solana’s eyes widen. 

What?

Barely able to process what’s just been implied, she finds herself scoffing. “I—” Solana looks between them, between her parents who have turned what she hoped would be a calm conversation into something entirely different. “You—you think I’m crazy?” The silence is all the answer needed. Solana shakes her head. “I’m not crazy. I’m in love. Why can’t you guys understand that?”

“Sweetie….” Nina leans over, placing her hands over Solana’s. “We—we realize now that we should have been paying closer attention to you over the years.” Solana blinks twice, suddenly struggling to focus on the conversation at hand. “That….that Zuri wasn’t the only one who needed help.”

It’s only when that is said, and Solana looks over at her father who only raises his chin, she realizes that something is terribly, terribly wrong.

A horrified look between the two people who swore to love and protect her. “What—what have you done?”

Solana goes to stand up, only to be hit with another unexpected wave that has her almost stumbling to the ground. 

“You’re not well, Solana. You need help.” Her father’s voice sounds much too distant for a man who’s only steps away from her. “And, we’re going to make sure you get it.”

Blinking increased, Solana again attempts to walk away, only to fall to her knees, her hand planted down on the rug to prevent her from landing on her stomach. A glance back at the table where the mug sits, mostly entirely consumed.

Terror fills her. 

“What—” Solana moves her other hand to her belly. Speech is now another thing that feels impaired. “What did you do to me? What—what did you put—” Eyes clenching shut, breathing has been added to the list, though she’d suspect it’s from her anxiety versus whatever was placed in the tea. “My baby….”

Because, that’s the only thing she can think about in this moment.

About whatever she’s just ingested could be doing to her baby.

She has to get out of here.

But, the second Solana attempts to move up to her feet, she falls to the floor, on her side, hand never leaving her belly.

Distant sounds around her followed by several sets of feet. Three new people. All men. Two dressed in all white apparel. Familiar. But not as familiar as the third man with them. Even with her waning vision, Solana can make out the man dressed in a fine suit, expensive glasses on his face, dark brown hair carefully styled, that empty, void, deranged expression in his eyes as he looks down at her with only cruel, unholy thoughts.

Crane.

Dr. Jonathan Crane.

A local doctor who bounced around from clinic to clinic for years, unable to find anyone willing to support his inhumane research. That was until a few years ago when he landed his current position. The lead psychiatrist at the local insane asylum.   

Rumors have ran rampant for years about his sick, twisted, unsanctioned treatment methods for the unwell at the asylum.

A place that should be burned to the ground, if you ask Solana.

With him in it, because the devil doesn’t always come clothed in red horns and a matching cape. He sometimes wears designer shoes and parades himself as a medical provider eager to “cure” the sick.

A sociopath.

He’s the real sociopath.

And, her parents are handing her right over to him.

Tears fill her eyes. “No…..”

“Don’t worry, Ms. Miller.” Another distant declaration from the devil himself followed by him kneeling before her, his smile just a show for all of his wicked, twisted perversions. “I know exactly what you need.”

Solana opens her mouth to protest, any and all sensation and autonomy in her body all but gone. 

A final act of protest, but it’s a failed effort.

It all goes dark. 

[jscrawls]

Widows rest

My take on a Black widow! Reader x Batman and Batfam but with a slight twist, reader doesn't know the Bats but they seem to know them...

Warning: contains avengers infinity war spoilers, black widow spoilers, poor mental health, mentions of previous injury, possible ooc,

part 23: realization.

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fuck every single thing in your life leading up to this point.

that’s the main thing you’ve been repeating to yourself since waking up and the ensuing argument with bruce, how have you been so stupid? so reckless and sloppy? you broke character in front of batman repeatedly. the hospital visits, the information he freely gave you about criminals, the way he acted in the fucking alleyway. it was so so obvious he was keeping an eye on you, not for bruce, but because he is bruce. You wanna punch yourself in the face as hard as Bruce did.

that means he knows what the other vigilantes know about you right? whoever put the bug on your phone, probably bruce himself your encounters with red robin, who else is involved? shit, that explains so much about alfred’s behaviour too.

you need to get out, you’re not safe here, that much is clear now. the room you’re currently laying in is probably bugged by now if it wasn’t already, you’re sure everything you’ve done to the phone is compromised if they found the case files you’d been idly making in your spare time. Your programs, your files, your hacking, even your attempt at an AIs probably completely useless now, and you don't think you've got it in you to clean the hardware again…

you’re currently lazing in your bed, you’d popped a painkiller and sloppily changed your own bandages just to assess the damage to yourself while attempting not to look too professional at this, even though you’re completely alone in the dark guest room. the skin of your shins is irritated and near glassy from both the burns and the medicated ointments smeared liberally all over them. luckily the cuts on your chest are better than you’d thought last night, they’re shallow enough that no stitches were applied, all the better for you. though the bruise on your face is nasty looking by now, swollen knot on your jaw paired up with a scabbed over busted lip, all it took was one glance in the bathroom mirror to see you got messed up.

There's a knock at the door, you tense before slowly crawling out of bed to see what's up.

Alfred brought you a plate of food, you didn't take it, the hardened eyes and tense posture enough to have you wandering what might be on it other than seasoning. Is it too paranoid? Maybe, but you've allowed yourself to be too comfortable with these people for too long. You'd simply murmured something about nausea and shoved the plate back into the tray before quickly closing the door on him before he could get anything else out. You made yourself ignore the persistent knocking as you'd stumbled back to bed.

Now you're in the bathroom pretending to wash up.

Carefully checking a few small bills for signs of trackers embedded within the paper while the shower stands empty behind you, the sound of water hitting the shower floor is almost relaxing in a way.

You moved things slowly, one pair of boots left in the bathroom, one clean hoodie, pair of pants, extra pain pills, if you were being watched a mad scramble for stuff would have them kicking the door down and doing who knows what to you. you need to remain calm, sulky looking sure, but your body language and expressions can't betray you.

Are you a prisoner to your training or are you in danger with these people? Batman's considered a hero…but is Bruce Wayne? The man's a self-proclaimed philanthropist with many charities to his name, but so was Stark. And that man's not exactly a good example. The way Peter described their mentorship said enough. Shit doesn't Batman work with children?

The thought alone had you stress-pacing on aching, numb legs. You couldn't guess how old red Robin is, or the purple clad lady or the one in full black, but Robin was definitely a child, a young one at that. Where did he even get access to a…..

Unease settles in your gut like lead, a young boys face flashing through your mind and bringing your pacing to a deadstop in the center of the bedroom. A boy who has katanas hanging up in his bedroom, a boy who knows how to drive a car and would take point behind you when you're incapacitating someone….fuck everything you were doing, you need to go see Damian right now.

You slip out of the bedroom with quiet, measured steps, rolling your weight on the pads of your feet evenly as you stalk down the dark empty hall. You don't have a plan, you don't even know for sure where to find Damian. He could be out running the streets with Bruce right now for all you know, but surely he wouldn't keep the kid out this late right? Then again maybe he would. you don't exactly know the real Bruce, do you.

You should've seen that coming considering how hard you've tried to hide the real you.

the manors quiet tonight, it feels like an odd juxtaposition compared to how loud your thoughts are currently, how crazy things have felt the last twelve hours. as you go room to room it faintly occurs to you that maybe damian wouldn’t want to see you right now, he’s clearly been keeping bruce’s secrets, maybe this will end in you flaming yet another bridge….

you’re already at his bedroom when your thoughts get the better of you, your feet automatically turning and moving to carry yourself away when something shuffles beyond the shut bedroom door. you pause for just a moment and listen to the light footsteps padding around the room, and then you start to back away silently. you don’t need to do this, this isn’t your responsibility right?….

The door creaks open, damian takes half a step out of the room before freezing like a deer in headlights, foot still hovering as you both stare at the other, you try to leave regardless of the awkward confrontation but he quietly calls out to you before you can dissapear back into the dark, he quickly finds his feet and trots out into the dimly lit hallway to grab at your wrist before you get a chance to trot off.

“(Name), I've been wanting to talk to you since last night.” he blinks up at you expectantly, frown on his face like you've offended himwith your escape attempt, his grip is surprisingly tight. does he think you’re gonna pull away?

You find yourself studying him closely for a moment, his height, hair color, the way the kid carries himself…. the thought that he might really be batman's Robin hits you like a (another) punch to the face. What the hell is Bruce doing to this kid? Your hand subconsciously finds itself on his shoulder, gripping him tighter than either of you'd expected.

“Damian…” you stop yourself before you can say anything, what the hell do you do in this situation? Ask if he's okay? Ask if he's Robin? Does he realize the danger Bruce is putting him in? Does he know he'll never be normal if he wastes his childhood like this? You don't want Damian to turn out like you.

He scowls up at you as you silently seem to be processing something, your expression makes you look so uncomfortable as you squeeze him while staring blankly at him, he shakes the wrist he's still squeezing to snap you out of it, you're starting to creep him out a little.

“(Name)?….”

You need to get a grip on yourself, don't say anything stupid to the kid just because you're concerned - “are you….”

You stop yourself just in time, biting the inside of your cheek hard enough you're surprised you don't taste blood. finally you manage to choke out a quiet “…are you okay?”

Damian blinks confusedly as he glances up at you, shuffling his weight foot to foot while his nose scrunches at your odd behavior. “…yes, I'm perfectly fine thank you. Are you alright? You're the one who was attacked repeatedly.”

right, people usually ask about things like that after someone's injured, the wounds are minor enough though. He Doesn't need to worry himself with that. “I'm fine, I've had worse.”

He scowls up at you and releases your wrist to cross his arms over his chest petulantly, you feel like you've just selected the wrong dialogue option in a game…

“You shouldn't be up too much right now, if you irritate chemical burns you'll -”

You quickly hold your hands up as you interrupt him, wincing slightly as his frown deepens and his eyes narrow up at you as you speak.

“Damian I'm fine. I promise you, it's….. Never mind.” you sigh and look away, rubbing the back of your neck awkwardly.

He huffs at you pointedly. “I'm starting to think you were hit in the head harder than we realized.”

The sassy response actually gets a small snort out of you, even if you can't bring yourself to ask him what you really wanna know…it's kinda nice to see he's acting normal. Even after everything that's been happening, it's both odd and comforting in a twisted way that he's doing well while you're completely spiraling by the hour, it's like a reminder how small your issues are.

“Oh wow, thanks kiddo I'm really glad you're here for emotional support.”

You roll your eyes at him but quickly reach to mussy up his hair so he knows you're not offended, though he dodges your hand and huffs at you again. Then he pauses and just stares at you with a contemplating look, lips pressed together and brows furrowed as a strange silence settles over the two of you once again.

When Damian does eventually speak, he sounds hesitant and subdued. His words halted as he studies your reaction carefully. “…father says that you're afraid of him, why is that?”

You blink, for a moment you thought you'd misheard him, but no. He's watching you closely with concerned eyes and baited breath, the shift in tone is jarring and you can only dumbly mumble out a confused question.

“I - what?”

Damian presses on, his eyes look down either side of the hallway before returning to staring up at you earnestly. Like he's pleading for an answer. “…are you? It's okay you can tell me.”

You didn't even register yourself taking a step back until Damian takes a small step after you, he looks unsure of himself while you quickly try to fix the situation before things get out of hand, this isn't what you wanted to talk about with him. “No? No! I don't know where he's getting that from…. Or why he'd tell you that, honestly. But no, I'm not afraid of him.”

“…. Then why do you look ready to leave?”

You open your mouth to reply to that, but not a single sound escapes you. The hall falls silent, neither of you say a word and your gaze falls to the carpet below your feet. You don't have it in you to lie to the boy.

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You barely registered stumbling back to the room, half shutting the door before climbing unsteadily into the bed with a weariness that reminds you of those first days in the hospital. Who knew a little physical harm and stress could tire you out this badly…the burns especially ache terribly just from that little movement, you'll definitely pop another pain pill in the morning.

Maybe you'll be able to think more clearly then.

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[snakeredbirdbatkatana]

Since I was just reminded of my weird feelings about Oracle in the fandom, I'm gonna talk about it.

Something rubs me the wrong way when I see interpretations of Oracle where she sees everything they do there's not a moment of privacy, and they have to worry about every little thing becoming blackmail.

Specifically, I think this ties into my uncomfortableness when it comes to Alfred drugging the tea or the casual cruelty I see given to Stephanie in a lot of fanfictions. Never mind my kind of issue with justice league finds out Batman has kids and demands information.

As I'm thinking about this originally, I thought my issue was the vulnerability when my actual issue is the lack of ability to be vulnerable.

It boils down to I see this odd prerogative, where a secret is a privilege. A mistake is permanent. And you're not entitled to yourself.

The idea of Oracle being all seeing is interesting and I love it when it's only applied to criminals or like specific instances. 

Admittedly, this might be a bit of my own issue with the right to privacy and that consents matters but it's very weird the almost consistent characterizations of female characters that is invasive or kind of gross.

This doesn't specifically pertain to Oracle, but it something I'm been thinking.

She's still a villain, even if she's a woman. Someone can be cruel or do something kind of horrible and still be a woman. Women are entitled to be kind of shitty. A woman can have negative character traits and still exist. Excuses don't have to be made for it all to make sense. Let women be held to the same standard of men, a part of actual equality is not automatically assuming the goodness of a woman. Because it softens, and I feel like dumbs down the choices of women. Women can be calculating. Woman can be evil. (Oracle is a hero I got distracted)

A few times I've seen this been brought up and usually Tim's name follows it cause when he was a kid, he took pictures or whatever but there's a difference. That's not to say I always hate the characterization of Oracle being like CIA levels of privacy invasion. Just sometimes I feel like if you were to switch the genders, we wouldn't be OK with it...

I also noticed this with Stephanie and even Cass in the fandom, because we have Stephanie fanfiction specifically say some of the most fucked up shit and then it's fine because it's funny. But I then see a dissertation on the shit that has come out of dick or Jason's mouth.

The body language thing two with Cass I feel like is odd. Either people are dumbing down her communication skills, or has it completely paint her as a human lie detector with an added bonus of your emotions, aren't your own.

A huge part of this I am fully admitting is my own understanding that the reason I find it uncomfortable is because I myself if it was me would need want a scrub my skin raw. If someone I worked with and trusted, was always watching every little thing I did and then would hand it out to people who might then make my life miserable about it I wouldn't enjoy it. If I was insulted or belittled the expectation that I would laugh at off that my emotions were my own that everyone else is entitled to my privacy.

Am I a little too woke maybe? If we wouldn't be OK with a man doing it why is that the main characterization we're giving to a woman? If it would be a negative trait for a man, it is a negative trait for a woman.

I feel like it would honestly make a better story if the same callout was given to everyone else. I feel like there's something I'm almost missing in it like do I not see a bigger picture where it's interesting instead of horrifying. 

If it's invasive when Batman does it, it also is when Oracle does it.

Do I think it's that deep probably not am I still deeply uncomfortable with how OK as a fandom we are with assault, invasiveness , lack of privacy and just overall the right to your own bodily autonomy.

Why are the traits were given to woman the very thing we hate in men? I can call out Batman for the weirdness of his systems, but I do the same for Barbara and I committed a hate crime.

I would be 100% OK with it if the acknowledgment of it being problematic was given. But instead, it's glorified.

I would love for Oracle to be acknowledged as what the fuck that's crazy or ok stalker 2.0.

I also don't mind glorifying it after acknowledging its wrong. Let your women be kind of evil or doing some questionable stuff, but don't pretend it's fine.

It's not a problem because a woman does it, but I'm gonna write 4 million fanfictions of a man doing it and I'm gonna make you see he's a villain for it.

I'm gonna be honest I can't really put into words what exactly I think the reasoning or the weird kind of standard is but it's definitely there. This got a little off track, but I have so many thoughts and feelings, and I never remember them until I start on something else.

[eggplantwaffles]

Since Steph and Kara became friends during Steph’s Batgirl run and post all her critical character development and casually horrifying pre Batgirl life, I imagine Steph accidentally lore dumps crazy shit in conversation:

———

Kara: Holy shit, are you okay?!

Steph (holding her certainty broken arm): Eh- hurts less than giving birth.

Kara: I guess?

Steph: Although, I think my baby had an unusually large head.

Kara: Oh… wait, what?!

———

Steph: You can stay with me few days, just don’t use my shampoo.

Kara: That’s the only rule?

Steph: Yeah, I had to start hiding it when my Dad let Ed Nygma and his goons stay over.

Kara: …The Riddler stole your shampoo?

———

Kara: You have to have hobbies outside of crime fighting.

Steph: I liked gymnastics in high school.

Kara: Okay, that’s something!

Steph: I quit cause I found out my coach was dealing drugs to kids.

Kara: Oh.

Steph: I also played piano as a kid but I quit that too cause after my parents left me with a pervy babysitter for days I didn’t trust any adult men for a while, including my piano teacher.

———

Steph: You’re really nice to me.

Kara: Well, yeah? We’re friends!

Steph: You haven’t even told me to go away once!

Kara: Why would I want you to go away?

Steph: Normally it’s cause Batman thinks I’m no good- but I guess that wouldn’t matter to you?

———

Kara: Do you ever wonder what your life would be like if you’d never met Batman?

Steph: I’d be in prison, probably.

Kara: For what?

Steph: I was gonna murder my Dad… actually I think I would have gotten away with it so maybe not prison?

Kara: …Forget I asked.

———

Steph: Ugh! I’m going to kill Bruce!

Kara: What’d he do now?

Steph: He paid off my student loans without telling me!

Kara: That’s… terrible?

Steph: I don’t want his stupid pity presents. He does this every year!

Kara: Pity present?

Steph: Yeah, it’s his yearly “sorry you got murdered” gift. Last year I magically qualified for a WE scholarship I didn’t apply for.

Kara: …I might regret mentioning it but did you say murdered?

Steph: Huh? Oh, yeah, brutally- that’s why I don’t like walking past construction sites. Hold on, I need to call Bruce and yell at him.

[thattimdrakeguy]

Zoanne Is The Most Underrated Tim Drake Side Character Ever

Most of Tim's side characters are either super simple, and likable, totally forgettable, or hit or miss, or just not built to last.

But with Zoanne, I've always really liked her. She was written to represent something in Tim's story, instead of being simple background dressing. She feels like someone that does her own thing when Tim's not around, instead of despawning like a video game NPC. And adds way more than simply mild amusement.

And her positioning within Tim's life is also great ground for character work. Something a great side character should be able to do.

Like in this instance giving Tim someone to ground himself, while his life is growing more abnormal thanks to being adopted by Bruce. Most writers would've elected to have Tim get a more weird life--

Remember that weird arc where Tim faked an Uncle to avoid being adopted despite seeming excited at the idea Bruce wanted him to be around like that--?

Was a bit hokey, though I know it has it's fans, but for me it felt a little out of character, a little too done purely for fun, and not a good accurate portrayal of the character. I like my stuff character driven and fun, not just--nonsense.

The writing feels natural and real. You get to see more of Tim's personality. He's smart, but he's not someone who thinks he's special. This is a trait that's even been identified in Tim by people in editorial in old 90s DC Comics when Tim was still being developed. So it's a very purposeful character choice.

He has his moments of showing off like anybody, especially a kid. However when not caught up in the moment, he's extremely humble. Though, socially stumbles at the same time. He's still a bit awkward around the edges. Social, but not entirely natural.

Remember also Tim wanted to go to a normal public school close to the beginning of his introduction as a character. If you read his origin and early issues in his newly formed time as a Batman character he was still in boarding school. Tim wanted to go to public school though. Tim is someone who loves to feel grounded despite his privlages.

And he's putting in the effort to maintain that despite his new semi-celebrity status as the newly adopted son of Bruce Wayne. It's his whole purpose of being here. Tim's a proactive character in his story, not reactive. He wanted to be tutored despite not needing it. Which helps him remain interesting, wondering what he'll be up to next.

And he lifts Zoanne's spirits up, because he's such a good hearted person. Like a natural extension of who he tries to be for Batman but applied to someone else in a less major way. Making it an interaction specifically something Tim Drake would do, instead of a measly generic interaction to build up a boring romance.

No, it's character work all the way through. Tim never stops being Tim, because the writer got lazy, like what happens under other writers. He's still showing who he is as a person the entire scene.

Heck, the first panels I showed where Tim has to come up with an excuse for smelling bad, is just fun work to be had with him being a kid crime-fighter. Small, but there, and very fun.

Zoanne's also very likable, so is her family. Feels like it could be your own family or the family of a friend. It deepens her own character as well.

How many Tim Drake side-characters have we actually got to see their family well-enough to know their own personalities? Ariana? There's not a lot. Which makes you want to see Zoanne again too. She's a side-character, yes, but she still feels like her own person. Which makes her more memorable and likable. That's a strong thing to get from a side-character, who are often bottom of the barrel in terms of characterization.

I've read the entire Robin series many times, and I couldn't tell you the name of all the side-characters, or describe their families to you.

I can with Zoanne, though.

She's someone who definitely should've came back by now. I think she's the greatest side-character Tim has ever had, and should be more beloved by the fandom.

If only she lasted longer and wasn't thrown away by one of the next writers--

[oatlystrawberryicecream]

the way that some people talk about jason and batman and the joker is so jarring to me because it relies on some unspoken assumptions that i will never buy into

1. the assumption that taking a life inevitably always makes the person who did it worse. killing someone isn’t always this earth shattering thing that harms the person who does it and fundamentally changes their outlook on things. i guess if you have never met a veteran or someone who survived an armed robbery or any number of other things you might make that mistake, but like some of the people who fought in wwii came home and were normal members of the community and the times that their bullets hit the mark were not necessarily the parts of the war that kept them up at night. these assumptions that once you kill you are wicked and have to feel bad and do this whole show of repentance are insidious. if you are gonna look at all this through the lens of christian morality you should at least be aware that that is what you are doing but you cant have just one character be wicked and unclean because of his actions when the bible says that everyone is wicked and unclean by our nature and all sins are equal. a lot of people object to that view but if thats how you see it batman and jason and the joker are all sinners and are all as bad as each other so at least be consistant about how you apply that moral framework.

2. the assumption that being robin or being taken in and trained by bruce means full agreement with and acceptance of every part of bruce’s personal philosophy on justice and morality. jason was a homeless child and even if all this was explicitly laid out for him he could not have agreed since he needed bruce as a matter of survival. bruce’s ideology is extremely important to him and he can teach it to his children all he wants but they are not beholden to it above all else the way he thinks they should be. jason has to live according to his own beliefs regardless of how unacceptable bruce finds it and it is unfair and hypocritical of bruce to get bent out of shape about it.

3. the assumption that killing is always bad. maybe i have listened to too many episodes of behind the bastards but some people will do significant and appalling damage to others no matter what unless they are dead. those people can’t be allowed to keep causing harm. it isn’t glorious and there is no honor about it but it is right and just that they be stopped. there is no reason to strive for purity or ideological high ground when you can provide a measure of safety and justice to victims and prevent future harm instead.

4. the assumption that bruce didn’t have to answer to jason. parents have a duty to their children and it is my opinion that that duty does not end when the child dies. bruce adopted jason and made himself responsible and accountable for everything that happened to jason under his care. that responsibility was ignored over many instances. i am not going to detail the things that led to jason’s death here but it was not good or effective parenting. after jason’s death the disrespect starts pretty immediately with bruce compromising evidence of his murder in order to preserve his ability to continue as batman and continues with bruce getting rid of pretty much all traces of jason’s presence in his life. he is only spoken of as a mistake, a lost cause, or a cautionary tale and is assigned blame for his own death, a death that batman never bothered to fully investigate since he was buried next to the woman who led him into the trap. a new kid is endangered and the joker and batman both continue doing whatever they want as if jason’s life only matters for the way it affects them. bruce needs to answer for all of this, as his son jason has a right to expect more from his father. now the extent to which that extends can be debated but it is clear to me that jason deserved better from bruce.

conclusion: killing is accepted in society in certain circumstances, you may or may not agree with this but self defense laws and even things like jury nullification exist because people knew there should be some wiggle room since no one could have the full context of every situation that would ever arise. ending a life is not normal or ideal but it is not an unfathomably rare experience and it does not always weigh on the person who does it. bruce has never to my knowledge killed someone so he has no idea how he would actually respond but that still isn’t even what jason was asking him to do. all he had to do was be present and not move and he would have been the only parental figure who didn’t let jason down.