#get him away from bruce pleaseeeee

[batbunker]

I hate Damian's new longer hair and sidebang look because I really do feel like, for the first time, DC is really trying to homogenize him into "Robin."

Like not only do they not give him a distinguishably darker skin tone 9.9 times out of 10, but now they are literally giving him the default Robin™️ hairstyle as well as a much more laid back personality and more Soft Boy™️ traits that feel straight out of a x Wattpad reader fic from 2015.

Y'all can say he's "developing as a character" or "growing up" all you want, but what I see is DC forcing him to fit in a box he never belonged in in the first place, and as someone who's been following his journey since 2009, I don't want Damian to be Robin if Dick isn't his Batman. He didn't want to be Robin if Dick wasn't his Batman. He was never supposed to be Robin without Dick as his Batman.

Literally and figuratively.

Lazarus Island was finally a step forward towards Damian developing into his own, and then Batman & Robin took him five steps back. He is regressing before my eyes into the same indistinguishable bird blob as the rest of them that in 10 years people are going to post pics of this era more than any prior and be like "is this dick damian jason or tim???" and it's so dissappointing.

I just want him to be his own character without the weight of the legacy of the mantle that comes with being specifically at Bruce's side. Give it to a character who already fits the archetype without having to change themselves to...like Maps Mizoguchi. TY and gobbless. 🙏

[ghost-bxrd]

I’m not alright Ghost. I’m so not alright, you broke me ghost

DICK JUST WANTED TO KEEP HIS LITTLE OWLETT WARMMMMM

I was not ready, I was not ready I was absolutely not ready but I read it anyways

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

The way-the way it transformed into Talon instead of Dick…and then and then the dream sequence being both Talon and Dick showing how he’s still trying to grasp on that everything’s fineeeee, he’s with his owlet, but there’s something wrong something peeking behind the curtain, reality and Dick’s declining mental state by calling himself talon. GODDDDDDD

Ok ok ok ok ok, I’m not ok, but ok, listen! There could be more angst for when Jason returns! Like like, Tim taking on the role because it’s neeeded and he already tried everything to get Dick out of his grief and to get Bruce out his grief and nothing worked. Maybe. Maybe this is the on,y way. Jason is the only way, but he’s not Jason so best he can do is become Robin because Robin is magic. And angst like, like Dick mistaking Tim for Jason and stuff! A voice in the back of Dick’s mind saying “that’s not owlet” but Dick ignoring it because *that’s his owlet*! Look at him, black hair, blue eyes, that’s owlet. Just completely in denial, pushing away the fact that Tim does not look like owlet and is not owlet.

Also also also so much misunderstandings Ghost!! So much, you love those No? Misunderstandings and angst and HEALING lots and lots of HEALINGGGGGG AND COMFORT AT THE ENDDD PLEASEEEEE DICK holding his now big, warm, *alive* owlet in his arms againnnnn

Also ‘is this really it’ breaks me the most currently cuz there’s screaming in it (making me feel of Jason dying and if when Dick wailed to the sky when he found Jason dead) and muffled/faded talking in it (making me think of dead Jason still sorta hearing what’s going on all around him, hearing Dick talk/call to/for him, hearing Bruce and Alfred talk to him. But it also makes me think of like Dick while he lies on the grave hearing Jason talk to him (which is just inside his mind)) and the sad song really drives it home.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

It wasn’t a very coherent argument about why owl song needs to continue…and my wails in agony…I swear I’ll come up with a better argument! But I had to get it out right now

You’re definitely onto something with Tim and Dickie there! Yes, Tim is regarded as part of the family. But with Jason’s absence— yeah, I can see Dick gaslighting himself into thinking Tim is really his owlet. Just for a few minutes, here and there. (Of course that illusion is always mercilessly shattered when Tim fails to respond to Dick’s chirps the way Jason would have).

((And Tim trying so hard to keep everyone from falling apart, burning the candle at both ends. No time for him to grieve, because if he turns away for just a moment— he fears either Bruce or Dick will end up dead, too.))

Oooo yes! “Is this really it” is definitely one of my faves from that playlist too! The faint murmurs of “pick up, please pick up” in the background… kind of fitting. In a very tragic sort of way. I’m so happy you took the time to check out the songs 💚💚💚💚

[dottie-wan-kenobi]

"Please come get me" Bruce and one of the kids pleaseeeee

This got SUPER long but that just means there’s more Batdad right? Yeet

This is an AU but it’s not that far off from the usual Timeline What Timeline batfamily fanfic

———

At first, Bruce doesn’t notice when Stephanie slips away. He’s too busy being Brucie, and anyway, she’s old enough to handle herself at these fancy parties. Usually, when he can’t find her, it’s because she and one of the others are hiding away somewhere.

Quickly, he finds Jason and Damian in the crowd, knowing those are the ones she might fight with if left alone together for too long, and decides not to worry about it. A few hours pass, and he makes his rounds, pulling Dick away from some particularly rude (and handsy) guests, casually dropping muffins into Cass’ and Duke’s hands, and allowing Kate to tell a few embarrassing childhood stories.

He’s charming the pants off some hotshot lawyer he’s pretending not to know the name of when his phone rings. Fumbling it a little as he pulls it out of his pocket, he gives a goofy smile to the guy, mouths ‘sorry, gotta take this’.

Stephanie’s name is on his screen, accompanied by a picture of her with cheetos up her nose—she’s the one who took the picture, and despite him saying he hates it, he can’t help but smile when he sees it. As he accepts the call, his eyes scan the room, looking for her curly blonde hair.

“Hel—”

“Please come get me.”

She doesn’t sound upset. In fact, she doesn’t sound much like anything. It makes something in his chest tighten, and he has to ask, “Are you okay?” Because if she’s not, he’s probably going to end the night punching someone’s teeth in.

He hears her swallow. “Um. Yeah, like, objectively, I’m fine? But.” Then her voice cracks, and the rest goes unsaid.

“Where are you?” Not bothering to use his Brucie voice anymore, he ignores the looks he’s getting, and hurries towards the door. If she’s in the bathroom, it’s a shorter walk, and if she’s left the building, he can get the car. Alfred will have to come by and get the other children, but they won’t mind.

Sniffling, she says, “The park.”

It’s not that far away, so he walks, keeping her on the phone the whole time. The paparazzi, still hanging around, take pictures, but don’t follow him. He’s made it very, very clear over the years that doing so will get them pricey lawsuits.

Bruce follows her directions to where she’s at, trying not to think about what could be going on. If it were Rogue-related, she would have told him, and if she needed an ambulance, she would’ve told him. But she hasn’t really said anything at all, and it’s turning his mind to bad things.

She’s sitting on a swing, pushing it back and forth with her feet. Her heels are forgotten to the side, her dress dragging in the grass. The light from the setting sun and stray streetlight reveal the tear tracks on her cheeks.

Heart caught in his throat, he goes to her, sitting in the swing next to hers and looking at the ground. If there’s one thing he’s learned about his children, it’s that they don’t enjoy being stared at when they’re upset.

He tries to make his voice gentle when he asks, “What happened?”

For a long moment, she doesn’t say anything, just sniffles and breathes shakily. Then, all at once—”I got a call, okay, and I answered it ‘cause I was getting tired of hearing fucking Nancy Lockwood talking about how lucky I am, being a street rat, and you know who it was, Bruce? Do you know who was calling me?”

He has a very bad feeling, but still asks, “Who?”

“The ba—her parents.” The word rings out, loaded and painful, and they’re both struck silent.

“They’ve never called before,” he says neutrally, once the silence begins to feel oppressive.

And they haven’t. They’re good people, who’ve been taking good care of Stephanie’s baby, and while she elected to keep her phone number open to them, they’ve never reached out.

Stephanie rubs her nose, sighing heavily. “Apparently she…. God, she walked for the first time today, and for some reason, they thought I deserved to know. And they told me about her first word, and what her favorite TV show is, what kinds of baby food she likes and what kinds she doesn’t. They were just trying to be nice, but shit, Bruce, I just started breaking down and I had to get away, and I came here and then it was like…. I just feel so empty,” she confesses, voice getting thick with tears. “I know I made the right decision, but—ugh!”

With that, she jumps to her feet, her fingers digging into her nice updo and pulling the pins loose. He stays sitting, unsure if she needs a hug right now, a sounding board, or both.

“I wish they’d never told me! I wish I didn’t care, and I wish I didn’t want to be there, seeing those things for myself! God, I hate this!”

She turns, and he’s there, letting her collapse into his arms with an outraged, despairing cry. Soothingly, he rubs her back, swaying slightly. It’s a trick he learned on accident, last time Damian cried, and thankfully it works now. Her sobs trickle off after a while, and while he’s sure it’s not the end of this, it’s a good moment to get them home.

He pulls away some, grabbing the packet of makeup remover wipes from his pocket—first put there by Dick years ago, the tradition of sorts holding up ever since—and offering them. With a choked laugh, she takes one and rubs the mascara lines off.

“You’re a freak,” she tells him fondly, taking another.

“Blame your brother.” Which reminds me, he thinks, and pulls out the sunglasses Jason hid in another of his pockets at the start of the night, claiming his own pockets weren’t ‘fit’ for them.

“What’re those for? Can’t stand the sight of a crying teenager?”

Smiling, he rolls his eyes. “If that were true, I would’ve had a very tough last few years.”

“Decades. Last few decades.” Her own grin is dimmer than usual, but it’s there.

“Okay, I get it, I’m old.” Ignoring her immediately hum of agreement, he says, “But no, they’re for you. We have to go back and get the others, and I figured you wouldn’t want the paparazzi to take pictures of you like this.” Neither of them mention the fact that she’s never cared in the past when they got unflattering photos.

Sighing again, she rubs her eyes and slides them on. “Fuck. Okay, let’s go. I’m eating the rest of the sour patch kids ice cream tonight, and Duke can just get over it.”

“I’ll let Alfred know to save it for you.”

They start walking, headed back towards the party, and when she tucks her arm into his, he pulls her closer. He can’t protect her from a lot of things, but he can damn well give her a hug when it’s needed.

[runningonmarvel]

I need Nakia and Nat being spy friends pleaseeeee

Nakia first meets Nat when she comes down to Wakanda with Steve to visit Bucky. While Bucky and Steve are having a heart to heart, T’Challa decides to introduce the two spies because why not? At first they’re kind of cold to each other because they both find it hard to trust people. But then they end up having to fight off some rogue fighters and Nakia saves Nat’s life. And Nat realizes she can trust the Wakandans, and Nakia decides she can trust the Avengers. So they form a tentative friendship that grows and strengthens like forged vibranium.

They speak in some language which they learned from being spies behind everyone’s back, mostly to casually roast T’Challa, Steve, and Bucky. They both enjoy laughing at the cheesier James Bond films and secretly love the Emma Roberts Nancy Drew movie. But they can also relate on so many things from their secret lives (the draw of home versus the draw of hiding in the world, the struggle of having to play so many different people and never truly being able to be trusted by others, etc). Nakia helps Nat open up more about her past, and her regrets: with Clint, with Bruce, with the Red Room and the KGB. Once, Nakia, always so composed and strong, breaks down about the stress of possibly being queen and serving her people and loving T’Challa so much. And Nat is the one there to comfort her, to say that everything will be fine, which she knows because she’s been through it. Nat and Nakia go undercover and help oppressed and suffering women all over the world. And I like to think that eventually Nakia becomes comfortable and confident enough to openly defend Nat when people attack her for her past. Nat stays in Wakanda for a while and Nakia gives her a tour of the city; Nat tries really hard to conceal her amazement but it’s just impossible with Wakanda. When T’Challa and Nakia get married, she invites Nat even though it’s a traditional Wakandan wedding. And Nat brings Nakia back to the states, after begging T’Challa and Okoye and saying it’s for a “mission.” They explore New York and laugh at the huge department stores. Nakia hates the subway, so of course they end up having to take it dozens of times because they can’t get cabs. While they’re on it, people stare at them and try and place them: some Avengers, they know, but which ones? Nat likes to watch them struggle to remember while Nakia keeps dropping obvious puns about Black Panther and Black Widow. They exchange stories— the ones they are willing to tell— about their time undercover. Nat even tells Nakia about Budapest. And they honestly thrive off of their mutual awesomeness *shrug*

On a sadder note, if Nakia dissolved in Infinity War (my headcanon is that she didn��t, but if she did), Nat would mourn her, as well as Wanda, to the ends of the earth. Nakia dissolves far from T’Challa, and Nat thinks every day about how they didn’t get to see each other before they died. It keeps her awake. And I think she would want to know the traditional Wakandan customs so she could pay her respects. Maybe Shuri and Nat would mark two spots in Wakanda, one for T’Challa, and one next to it for Nakia. Shuri gives Nat a bracelet of vibranium beads with the symbol of the two intertwined disks for Nakia. And she wears it on her wrist on every mission, even while undercover.

And when they come back, Nakia is the first person Nat sees because she is among the first to return. She doesn’t hug her, because Nakia is already busy embracing a sobbing Shuri. But they make eye contact across the battlefield, and the sadness and amazement, the joy and the respect present in that gaze is more than any physical touch could ever relay.

Basically I just need Nakia and Nat okay.

TO ADD ON: this is how Nakia dissolved:

Nat and Nakia we’re both spinning in circles, fighting off Thanos’s creatures and generally winning. Nakia was throwing her disks quicker than Captain America can maneuver his shield, and Nat was firing a gun in one hand while twirling a vibranium staff in the other. They were dodging blows and protecting each other, but then one of Thanos’s minions saw the power they were generating and came to take them down. He used his magic to bring up the ground around Nakia and force her weapons from her hands. Nat angrily fired at him but he knocked the gun from her hand and shoved her to the side. His sword had already cut a sliver into Nakia’s neck when Nat crawled to her knees and swept the spear across his feet, knocking him to the ground. She grabbed one of Nakia’s glowing vibranium disks and jammed it into his throat, then fired three times into his head. Nakia collapsed, hands going to her bloody throat, and Nat ran to her.

“You didn’t have to save me,” Nakia choked out, and Nat stared down at her, incredulous.

Finally, she said: “You saved my life two years ago. I was simply repaying the debt.”

Nakia grimaced, holding one hand against the cut in her neck. “You do not owe me that. You did not have to.”

And Nat gave her an angry-sad smile and pressed the disks back into her hands. “I wanted to.”

And they stood up, and Nat wrapped one leathered arm around Nakia and the two stumbled across the battlefield, still fending off monsters. That was how they were, leaning on each other and strong, when the air went cold for a second. They were meters away from the forest; they didn’t see Thor drive his axe into Thanos or the fatal snap. And that’s how Nakia was, in Natasha’s grip, when moments later the solidity of her body gave way and she crumbled to dust between Nat’s fingers. She didn’t have time for last words, because her lips were pursed at the pain in her throat. But Natasha held her until her friend was ashes on the ground. And then she made herself let go.

[nightwingswing]

HALLOWEEN SPECIAL! (Villains/ Anti-heroes x reader) (Part 1)

Hello my little wings!

I’ve been so busy these past months... With so much work and some family issues.

I bring you here the first part of my Halloween special! Tomorrow i hope to part Part 2 and more will come soon!! 

Here i’ve featured some of the villains/ anti-heroes i will be writting on:

The list is:

BANE: Done!

BIZARRO: Done!

BLACK ADAM

BLACK MANTA

CAPTAIN COLD

CAPTAIN BOOMERANG

CATWOMAN

CHEETAH

CLAYFACE

DEATHSTROKE

GIGANTA

HARLEY QUINN

HEATWAVE

JOKER

KILLER CROC

KILLER FROST

KLARION

LEX LUTHOR: Done!

MIRROR MASTER

MR FREEZE

NYSSA AL GHUL

POISON IVY

PROFESSOR ZOOM

RA’S AL GHUL

SCARECROW.

SINESTRO

TALIA AL GHUL Done!

THE CRIME SYNDICATE ( EARTH 3)

THE PENGUIN

THE RIDDLER

TRICKSTER

TWO FACE

WEATHER WIZARD

ZOD

If your favorite villain/ anti-hero is not featured in this list you can message me or coment their name and i’ll write it in the next part!

TAGS: @hamsterforlive @plethora-of-things @totallovelesson @algentforthewin @wonderlace19 

If you want to be taged in one or all of my imagines feel free to message me anytime!!

🎃 Happy Halloween! 🎃

BANE

         You were walking in the streets of Gotham, when suddenly a big black shadow knocked you down. As you hissed on pay and rubbed your sore back you saw Gotham’s Bat tending a hand down to you, he apologized as he helped you up. You smiled, telling him that it was alright. Then he suddenly yelled out

“WATCH OUT!” He protected you down with his cape as a concrete bench hit the wall behind you. Between the opening of the cape you saw a very tall, bulky man walking to you two angrily.

You felt dread fill your body as your legs trembled in fear.

“B-Bane…” You whispered, scared. The bat held you closer to him, keeping you under his cape and away from the villain’s sight.

“Give up, Bane.  You’re going back to Arkham. We have all your venom cargo.”

“NEVER!” Bane shot a powerful punch at Batman jaw, making him hit the wall hard and exposing you to the villain. You curled in a ball and closed your eyes tight, your body trembled in fear as you felt the villain’s eyes on you.

“P-please don’t hurt me...please.” You mumbled looking up with teary eyes at the masked man.

“…” The villain said nothing, as he looked at your face. Meanwhile Batman had got up and was about to punch the villain, tearing his mask a bit, letting you see his thin lips. Bane did not move, he keep staring at your teary eyes with the red eyes of his mask. Batman took advantage of that and broke the Venom tubes, Bane let a yell as he felt his strength disappear, he turned angrily at the Bat. Who simply handcuffed him.

You sat there, frozen in fear and amazement. The Bat turned to you and said a short thank you. Bane, now visibly smaller, looked at you and with a weird voice asked:

“What’s your name?” He looked intensely at your (e/c) eyes.

“(y/n)…” You mumbled.

“Antonio…Antonio Diego” He said, looking at your eyes.

“W-what?” You asked, fearful.

“My name…Antonio Diego” The Batman growled and pulled him up roughly. Dragging him away to the cops.

“B-bye...” You whispered and waved at the two mans. Bane smiled at you.

“I’ll see you soon, (y/n)” He said, a bit of accent in his words.

You sat there, your legs too weak to hold you.

You didn’t know if that was bad or good.

BIZARRO

         You and your (little/ big bro/sis) had gone to see the Spectacular amazing Russian family of the world circus of Russia. You had never been in a circus and thus you were thrilled. As you and your sibling sat in the first row you smiled and laughed at some of the clown antics, with the acrobats you were amazed at their spectacular act. When suddenly the tent became dark and a fire ring illuminated all the room. A powerful voice bombed thought the speakers.

“MARVEL AT THE MASTERS OF AWE AND WONDER! “A red hooded man, riffing a bike, his face hidden by a pair of sunglasses and his mouth hidden started shooting milk bottles while he passed through the fire ring. “THE ARCHING AMAZON! LOOK OUT YOU!!” A log haired red headed woman came in ridding a beautiful white horse, she shoots arrows to some targets, unfazed. Then you noticed a bulky man, with a pale/ blue skin, his hands handcuffed to a big wooden column. “THE MAN OF MIGHT! COOL, RIGHT?” The voice spokes. The pale man broke free of his handcuff in a big spectacle of strength. You feel drawn to him, interested in knowing more of the man.

Your (little / big sibling) was amazed, and suddenly clutched your wrist, and excitedly (he / she) whispered in your ear.

“oh, please please (y/n) can we go???!! Pleaseeeee pleaseeee!!” (he /she) keep whining in your ear until you admitted defeat.

“Fiine. We will go and try to talk to them after the show is done…” You smiled, looking at the interesting man. Said man looked at you from his spot and smiled at you back, his cheeks had turned a pale red. The red hooded man looked at the bulky man and then looked at you.

“YAY!! THANK YOU!” (He/she) hugged you tight. You blushed and waved to the man, who waved back.  “ Can you imagine that we run away with them?! That would be so cool!”

“that’s crazy, (s/n). I don’t think that’s a good idea...” You smiled as you ruffled (her/his) hair.

After the show was done, the night had fallen. You and your sibling went to buy some food and to make time for the artist to change and relax. Then you and you (big/ lil’ sis/bro) sneaked from behind the trailers to a campfire the people of the circus were doing. You held you siblings hand as you two held you breath as you walked to them.  

They welcomed you two and thanked you for your kind words and when the director of the circus tried to kick you two old the interesting, big man walked up in your defense. The angry circus ring leader huffed and let you two stay. To scared of the bulky man. The man turned to you two, his cheeks again a pale red, he smiled at you.

“Me am Bizarro.”

“I’m (y/n) and (he /she) is (s/n). “You smiled. The strong man held you hand softly and walked you close to the warm fire, so you won’t freeze and helped you to sit. You sibling sat on the other side of you, while the interesting man sat next to you.

The circus crew introduced themselves to you and you keep talking with them about their incredible acts, and sometimes you would look at the man next to you, who keep looking at you, smiling dreamily, a red blush on his cheeks. You blushed back and smiled, clutching your shirt.

His friend, who had been talking with another raven-haired man who was going back to sleep away the red headed woman, noticed, smiled at the strong man and nudged him with his elbow.

“Wow, B.  You totally think that (girl/boy) is hot.” He smiled happy at his friend.

“Am (she/ he) cold? Warm?” He smiled dreamily at you while you had started singing with the circus performers and with your excited sibling.

“No, I mean you like (her/him).” The raven-haired man explained.

“How can...? Me not even know (her/him)” He keep looking at you while his friend pushed him towards you, smiling happy but with no avail.

“Just go over and say hi!”

“No, me can’t”

“Yes, you can. Go on, you big lug.”  He laughed happy and pushed him towards your direction. “You’re representing the outlaws. Go- it’s an order.”

“If it am order…” Bizarro got up, and his raven-haired friend fell down to the ground from the force he was doing from pushing Bizarro towards you.

You smiled at him as he sat next to you, smiling and listening to your singing. You giggled a bit as you looked at him.

“I know, my voice is horrible. But singing makes me happy…”

“No, your voice be wonderful.” He smiled.

“Really?” You blushed.

“Yes. You am- are... you are the most beautiful (woman/man) me have ever seen.” He smiled softly at you, you felt your face explode in a blush. You smiled and grabbed his head softly, pulling him in a soft kiss.

“You are beautiful to me too, Bizarro.” You smiled at him, he smiled back and pulled you in a soft kiss again. His slightly chapped lips feel wonderful against yours.

His friend smiled at you two, happy. “Attaboy”

You pulled away softly from the kiss and leaned your head on his big warm chest, his big arms wrapped around you.

“I could get used to this.” You thought as you hugged Bizarro, nuzzling his warm chest.

And now, running away with the circus didn’t sound that crazy.

LEX LUTHOR

         You and your brother were attending at a gala in Luthor manor. You could feel your brother, Bruce as he brooded.

“If you didn’t want to go, why are we going?” You asked him.

“Because we have to.”

“Oh… Because Alfred obliged you then.” You smiled.

“Agh” Buffed Bruce, admitting that it was true.

“Well, ain’t this fancy…” You whistled, looking around the ballroom. You felt your big brother huff in annoyance.

“C’mon B, be Brucie for a while, will you?” You looked at him.

“I can’t stand Luthor.” He glared at the man in question.

“C’mon B, just for an hour…” You whispered.

“No.”

“Alfred will be disappointed….” You whispered and your brother was silent for a minute” …and sad...”

“…. Fine...I’ll be Brucie. “He sighs and you cheered. “ONLY for an hour.”

“Sure thing, B. sure thing. “You smiled as the host of the party came towards you to.

“Ahhh! If isn’t my favorite attendants!” He smiled at you two.

“I’m sure you said that to everyone, Mr. Luthor.” You smiled.

“Not everyone, Beautiful.” He winked at you as you blushed, your brother took a step forward, shielding you from Luthor’s gaze.

“Back off, Luthor.” “Brucie” seethed.

“Sure, sure. I don’t want any problems, Mr. Wayne” He acted innocent. “Now…I must go to say hello to the other visitors. See you around, Bruce… (y/n) “He sent a wink your way and walked away.

“Well…I have to give it to him, he’s quite charming.”

“Don’t” Bruce seethed, glaring at Luthor’s back.

“Don’t what, b?” you raised an eyebrow.

“Don’t fall for him.” He looked at you.

“IM NOT FALLING FOR LUTHOR! “You yelled.

And he heard, he smirked at you, winking.

“snap, I yelled right?”

“Like Alfred when Dick swings from the chandelier.”

“ sh*t…”

“Language!” Said a blond near you.

An hour later and you were lost in the crowd. You had gone to get some drinks when a crowd surrounded your brother. You got lost between the ocean of people. As you were getting dizzy from anxiousness from the situation a hand held your arm and helped you to get outside, to the beautiful garden. You took a deep breath, calming your fast beating heart.

“Thank...you.” You thanked the stranger.

“No problem, beautiful.”  The man said. You recognized the voice immediately.

“Mr. Luthor?” You looked up at his eyes as he smiled.

“Please, (y/n) call me Lex.” He kissed your hand sweetly.

“o-okay, Mr. Lu- I mean Lex...” you smiled shyly at him as he smiled back at you.

“I must say, you look quite dashing today, my darling. Shall we go for a walk?” He held out his arm and you smiled, holding his arm.

You two started walking around the garden, holding arms. You two keep talking about yourselves, joking around. He was quite charming, but most evil masterminds are.

You heard your brother words resonate thought your head. But you couldn’t be falling for him…could you?

“Nah, and there is no way he likes me.” You thought.

Luthor walked you to a bench under a big sakura tree, the soft pink petals fell in you (long/short) hair. You two sat together, he held your hand.

“I must confess, (y/n) … that this is my favorite ball. “He smiled.

“Oh, why so Mr.- Lex? “You smiled.

“Because I could stay all night with you, my beautiful.” He kisses your hand sweetly. You blush hard. “I like you (y/n). I like you very much.”

“O-oh...i... i don’t know what to say...” You stuttered, blushing madly.

“Say that you like me too…that I can take you out in a date.” His face drew closer to yours. Almost kissing you.

“I-I… I guess a date wouldn’t be so bad…” You mumbled.

“Perfect.” He smiled as his lips softly touched yours, but the contact didn’t last long. As Luthor was pushed away from you. He fell to the ground holding his hurting cheek.

“DON’T TOUCH MY (BROTHER/SISTER)!! “He yelled. You held his arm and dragged him away from Lex.

“I’m so sorry! “You yelled as you dragged Bruce away. He smirked

“I will call you soon, beautiful. You own me a date.” He smirked and winked at you. You smiled back and dragged him away.

Once you two were alone in the car, back to Wayne manor:

“BRUCE, YOU PUNCHED HIM!!” You said.

“He deserved it”

“YOU. PUNCHED. HIM”

“HE KISSED YOU!! YOURE MY LITTLE (BROTHER/SISTER) YOU CAN’T DATE HIM!!”

“Then I will date superman instead.”

“YOU CAN’T DATE!!”

You giggled and smiled at the fast passing trees.  Your phone suddenly beeped.

You looked down and smiled at the message.

“See you soon, beautiful 😉 “

TALIA AL GHUL

         You have been Mr. Wayne secretary for a few months. You had to stay some nights working on paperwork. You’ve seen a lot of people go in and out of Mr. Wayne office, angry. But no one as angry as the woman standing in front of you.

“I’m sorry miss…”

“Al Ghul.”

“Miss Al ghul, but Mr. Wayne is busy right now, if you wish you could make an appointment- “Her fist hit the table hard.

“I’m Talia Al Ghul. I don’t make appointments.” She glared at your eyes. You glared back.

“Well, everyone must at some point.” You glared back. She seemed taken aback by your comeback, and also impressed. She smirked at you.

“Well, ain’t you the cute one.” She smirked. “You see, cutie.  I have to see Bruce immediately. It’s about our son.”

She was Damian’s mother? Well, now that you looked at her closer you could see their similar nose and eyes…

“I’ll inform Mr. Wayne you are here.”  You called Bruce thought the speaker, the woman keeps starring at you, intensely. Her green-brown eyes stared at your soul. You blushed under her gaze and she smirked.

“Miss, Mr. Wayne request you be quick. He’s very busy.”

“Thank you, cutie.” She smirked and walked inside. After some yells and shouts, she came out again. This time, her frown disappeared when she saw your curious gaze.

“You. Me. Italian, tonight. Dress nicely. “She left a paper with her name and number as she walked to the elevator.

“Wait... what?” You looked at the paper and at her.

“It’s a date. “She smirked sensually and she blew you a kiss as the elevator door closed.

“What just happen…?” You mumbled as you looked down to the paper. You saved her contact.

That night you were sitting in your comfy clothes and watching tv. When your bell ringed. You got up and walked to the door and when you opened the door you saw the woman from this morning, dressed in a beautiful and by the looks of expensive red wine dress. She looked up and down on you.

“Well, I expected some (dress/suit) but this works just fine. You look adorable either way.” She smirked and pulled you closer, kissing your cheek. “Let’s go, beloved.”

“Wait my tv- “You mumbled as she dragged you away.

“My ninjas will take care of it.”

“n-ninjas??” Your eyes widened as you were pulled inside an expensive car.

“Yes, beloved.” She sat next to you and signed to the driver. “Now, darling, tell me more about yourself.”

“Um- Um My name is (y/n), I’ve been working for Mr. Wayne for a few months… it’s just like a part time job, but I guess with Mr. Wayne there is no part time job...”

She smiled amused. “Oh darling, you’re adorable.” She brushed your hair out of your eyes and kissed your forehead. You blushed.

When the car stops you’re in a beautiful garden, full of exotic flowers with a delicious smell. You smiled at the beautiful sight, Talia held your hand and walked with you towards a table under a big tree. She helped you sit and then sat in front of you.

Two waitresses appeared bringing your food, they left it in front of you and you felt your mouth water at the delicious smell. Talia smiled at your cuteness.

“So, there is no one you are in a relationship or have feelings for, right?” She said nonchalant as she cut a piece of (f/f).

“Um, no. There is no one, really.” You stuttered, eating a bit of your food.

“Great. Now there is.” She ate the (f/f) gracefully.

“Um, what?” You asked confused.

“I like you, and I would want to meet you more. And so do you. You’re drawn to me, I feel it beloved. So, from now on, we are seeing each other, if I like you more I will court you then. “Her green/brown hues stared at you.

“Okay, Talia.” She smiled as you said her name and her hand covered yours.

“Perfect (y/n). “She smiled as you smiled back, your cheeks warm and red and your belly all fuzzy.

You two finish eating and she took you to walk around the garden, she put a beautiful (f/flower) on your soft (long/short) hair. You two were under a beautiful arch, covered in red rambler roses. She pulled you closer by your waist and brushed your (h/color) hair on your ear. She held your cheeks softly while caressing them and pulled you closer. While one hand was on your cheek the other weld your waist flush against hers. Your cheeks reddened in a hard blush.

She smiled softly at your cuteness. Then she pulled you in a soft, loving kiss. An electric shook flooded your bodies, making you two sighs softly and moaning at the pleasure. Your hands unconsciously wrapped around her neck, pulling her even closer. As the kiss became more passionate, her hands buried in your hair.

When your body started screaming for some air you two pulled away, your lips still close, and breathing dreamily. She smiled sweetly and pulled you to her chest, hugging you while you hugged back.

“I think I found my only true beloved…” She whispered in your hair before pulling you up again in a passionate kiss.

( Hope you enjoyed and remember! more part will come soon!! And if your favorite anti-hero/villain wasnt featured, coment or message me and i will add them! Also,if you want any of these one shorts to be part of a longer series/fic let me know! Feel free to message me any time!!!💓)

( I also have an old Talia x Batmom fic half done, but im kind of scared to post it..should i post it?)