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hey just letting you know you tagged it as x reader when it's an oc, so it's showing up in the wrong tag!

Hi thank I didn’t notice I’m not sure if I said at the start of that part or another post leading to it but reading it with OC in mind isn’t necessary and I do think I mentioned that people could read it x reader if they wanted I’ll go check and add if it isn’t clear already. But thank yio for pointing that out

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Super!sister list

Batman x oc

Part one

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Super!sister x Batman part 1

Idk if this’d be a series but who knows lmk if yous would like another part, I’ll probably do multiple either way but few free to request anything either for this or à next part.

Also if any one has any recommendations for dividers or anyone who makes them/ link to a turorial on how ti make them that’s be great!!

Escape from Krypton

The last thing I remember was having an argument with my parents, kissing my baby brother goodbye and leaving my planet on my ship.

After that I watched as Krypton was destroyed.

My home planet, my brother Kal, my parents, all gone. There was nothing I could do, nothing except saving myself.

Which is what I did.

I watched my planet burn and set my ships coordinates to a planet my parents would whisper about, Earth.

It would take my small ship à year or two to get there- assuming it didn’t break down.

That moment is where everything went wrong.

I was getting into my cryo chamber, programming it to open up only once it had reached earths coordinates and I could see from one of the windows some flying rock or small metal ship barrel towards my own.

The last thing I felt before being frozen in time was my ship getting hut.

All of these events being me to now.

I can’t feel my arms or legs, actually I can but all I can feel is a great numbness, there are blurry figures above me and I’m being moved on my back to somewhere but I can’t tell where.

Everything is so loud yet so quiet as sl I can hear is à ringing in my ear but it’s so loud it’s painful.

All I know is Im on earth.

My cryo chamber wouldn’t have opened up anywhere else.

That or I have been kidnapped…

And that’s when everything goes dark.

When I woke again for the second time there were four people in front on me.

A tall man with a blue suit and a krypton symbol…? Ok weird… he looks familiar but I know I’ve never seen him before at least not in blue spandex and red -equally spandexy- underwear.

He had dark hair and a kind face, and that almost made me panic but I didn’t and I don’t know why…

On his left there was a boy who looked about my age and looked a lot like this man, he had a black shirt with the same red symbol.

Maybe my ship was intercepted by kryptonians who also somehow escaped the doom and that’s why they have that symbol on their chest? To show me they are like me…

This boy had a less kind face but eyes just as kind and he seemed to know me, queue my confusion.

A small boy was holding the man’s hand amd had been staring at me the entire time with intense curiosity. All three of them had to be related, à father and his sons I suspect.

This is when I realised someone was holding my hand.

And I saw her. Kara.

Or she looked just like Kara, but a few years older.

So older Kara but this couldn’t be anyone other than her… could it?

“Kara? Is that you, my cousin? Are you really you?!”

She smiled at me and I knew her smile, it was her, my family, my cousin and best friend.

I couldn’t say anything more because she lunged and engulfed me in a hug.

After a minute or maybe five of crying in her arms she let go of me, but sat down on the bed next to me, still holding my hand.

“I didn’t know you survived krypton…”

I didn’t either up untill now.

“I was away on my ship when it was destroyed… I watched our planet burn and thought you and our family, my baby brother and parents were destroyed too. I am so glad Kara, to know you are alive, but what happened to me”

Before she could answer the door to my room? I’m not too sure what this place was, opened and à brunette lady entered, holding flowers and a bag of something. Behind her was a tall, and equally handsome man, he had dark hair but contrasting light eyes and he was gorgeous.

“Clark, Bruce was in the hallway with flowers went I went to get food so I brought him with me” she turned to look at me.

“Oh she looks just like you Clark…”

The woman weirdly enough gave me a hug.

Ok so, my cousin and 5 strangers were with me. And I don’t actually know where I am.

“Sorry but who are all of you, I recognize Kara, she’s my last family from krypton but I apologise I don’t recognize any of you and dont understand why you act as if you know me.”

The first man I saw stepped forward from where he was with his two mini look alikes and introduced himself.

“First of all I’m sorry, this must be so overhwelming- yeah you don’t say I froze myself in my ship and wake up in a room of strangers, not on my ship- for you to wake up this way so I believe introductions are in order, my name is Clark Kent, a few people also know me as Superman, here on earth, but you once knew me as Kon-El. This is Lois, my wife, our son Jon and my son Conner. This man is a colleague of mine when I am superman, and is also the owner of this hospital, Bruce Wayne.”

Yeah my brain stopped working.

First of all Kon died as a literal baby on krypton, second of all that’s all I can think of because he really does lol like my father when I saw him last and his son has the krypton symbol for hope on his chest which, Kara also had and for some reason she was wearing similar clothes to the man claiming to be my brother…

Everything went black… again.

So I haven’t written in a while so this is probably dog shit, and I’m sick and have been for a week but h feel bad for not posting on here for a literal month so this is getting posted, I’m ending this part here because idk how to write the next part and I want it to be good so I’ll write it whilst taking my time so it isn’t absolute caca.

Anyways, dont forget to like/recommend u forgot what the heart button is called and feel free to send requests. 🩷

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Ok so Ik I haven’t posted in ages but my phone broke so I didn’t have access to to tumblr for like 2ish weeks then I just cba to start posting again as I was studying for my finals and I passed all of them so that’s me done w school for now and I think the next fic I post will be a part 2 of the dick Grayson/ Nightwing x Selina Kyle/Catwoman’s apprentice/ semi raised adopted daughter amd then probably one with supermans older sister who was stuck for years like Kara was but her spaceship crash lands on earth after like 30 years in super super slow orbit.

So lineup is a part 2 of petty crime and the super!sister will be x Bruce Wayne cause I rlly rlly like bruce so I’m gonna write for him i mean, look at my profile lol

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pls he’s so cool why did he have to go and be all genocidal

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I feel so pregnable????

Superboy (1994) #85

isn't she so dreamy?? <3

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Changbin this could be us ⬇️⬇️⬇️

one time he is the softest, most beautifulest human....

and then

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DC

INVINCIBLE

MARVEL eventually

HG eventually

Twilight eventually

Stranger Things eventually

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Ok so I had a MASTERLIST and I unpinned it now I can’t find it so I’ll remake one ASAP but my phones at 2% and I don’t have a charger so I will probably get that done in maybe 30 minutes idk

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INVINCIBLE MASTERLIST

Main Mark

Marceline Grayson, aka his sister who died

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Invincibles sister aka Marceline Grayson

This’ll be part 1 as I’m trying to separate fics into multiple parts so i don’t go writing something insane my long and incohérent.

Quick introduction/backstory

For this fic Marks sister is like 6 years older than him.

When she was 14 she got her powers and started training with Nolan.

When she was 17 Mark and Debbie were out shopping when and were killed by a Kaiju.

This lead Nolan to tell her about his mission on earth and how Debbie snd Mark both being killed prematurely and by a monster was proof that earth was weak and that the guardians weren’t good heroes as there were lots of casualties.

Being extremely emotional at this point I mean come one, she’s 17 her mum and 11 year old brother both just died, she agreed with Nolan that earth would be safer as part of the Viltrum empire amd that if earth were already part of it they probably wouldn’t have died.

So after this she assists Nolan with killing the guardians and after she starts to feel a bit guilty but he reminds her that because of them their family was destroyed so she doesn’t feel that bad anymore.

Now in this variation of earth and Nolan he was a better dad to them than main marks dad was. He was good before yk killing everyone, calling Debbie a pet and beating Mark up but in this earth he was an amazing dad to them.

And because I can Debbie was pregnant when she died. So for this world Nolan was the biggest family man ever, and he lost the love of his life, his baby boy (11 but still baby to him, his kids would always be baby to him) and unborn baby.

So in this world he really loses it when he loses them and the sister does too.

And you guys can imagine yourselves as the sister but I am writing this as an OC.

So her name is Marceline, okay that’s basically a female version of the name Mark but essentially she is.

She is still Invincible, why her Mark knew ever since his dad told him about his heritage and how he would likely have powers that he wanted to be a superhero and that he wanted to be known as Invincible.

But since he was 8 when his Marceline got her powers and he still didn’t have any he told her she could go by Invincible untill he got his powers and became a hero too, after that she’d have to think of a new name.

She never had to think of a new name and when Mark died she kept the Invincible mantle to honour him.

Eventually this earth became part of the Viltrum empire but Nolan and Marceline didn’t have to kill many civilians as other Viltrumite officers came to assist in conquering earth leaving Nolan and Marceline ti go mourn.

This is basically how Armstrong saw Marceline and was like “oooh another evil mark to add to my collection except it’s this Mark’s older sister who died when he was 11 fighting of a Kaiju with Omni Man ti save him and Debbie”

So in main!Marks earth Marceline died fighting of the Kaiju which is what propelled Nolan to really really despise humans and was what made him so angry and reluctant to teach mark how to be a superhero once he got his powers, because having powers is what got Marceline killed and he was hoping that mark didnt have any so hed be able to live on earth wait untill him and Debbie passed sway before conquering.

This was the og plan in Marcelines world, Nolan was going to wait till mark got powers, hopefully in another 2-3 years at the same age as Marceline so earth could join the Viltrum empire and him and Debbie’à unborn baby could grow up on Viltrum or earth, either or works but he wanted his kids to be able to experience life on Viltrum.

This plan failed tho as soon as Mark, Debbie and unborn baby died.

So this is Marceline!invincibles evil origin was.

And when she was taken by Levy to conquer main!marks earth Nolan went psycho. His last family, his daughter, stolen. He went emo, contemplated flying into the sun, wich wouldn’t do much, then contemplated going through a black hole where he saved à Thraxian ship instead but in this world he didn’t become their leader just kept on flying around the galaxy being all emo and shit.

This brings us to Marceline getting sent to main!marks earth.

And she doesn’t really like Armstrong’s vendetta against any variant of mark because to her any Mark she sees is her little brother but she goes along with his plan because A. She doesn’t really have a choice and B. She’ll be seeing her little brother again for the first time in 6 years.

So this actually quite sad because when Armstrong assembled the other Mark variants she wanted to cry, like your baby brother who you haven’t seen in 6 years is standing in front of you and he’s grown up now? But you don’t exist in his world? Harsh.

Then she meets main!mark amd hes like woah, so I’m a girl in some worlds wich says no, you were my brother back on my earth but you and mum died when you were 11 and me and dad went mental.

Also when I say Mark I’ll always be referring to Main!Mark unless I specify otherwise ☺️.

Which bring me to how Mark felt. To put it lightly Mark felt bad, it had been like 6-7 years since he had seen his older sister and in those years he had forgotten her face, but here she was standing in front of him.

Not putting it lightly he was devastated, because she said she didn’t expect him to know that as none of the other Invincibles has her for an older sister.

Mark in his head is thinking “MY SHAYLAAAAAA” because wdym, his older sister is in huggable distance from him and not six feet under? WDYM she’s no one else’s sister and that fact physically hurts her? W D Y M THAT SHE DOESNT EXPECT HIM TO KNOW HER OR CARE???

NO.

:(

In Marks world, his sister went without a superhero name for years but a week before she died she told him she wanted ti be known as invincible, because whenever she looked at him she saw a strong little boy who was lowkey stubborn but had a heart that loved so much and so strongly she was sure he was invincible.

Now imagine 11 year old mark when she dies à week later? Erm hes devastated amd as she lay dying as Nolan flew to kill the Kaiju je got to her as quickly as he could and begged her to stay, he told her she was Invincibles amd wasn’t supposed to die.

And ok this is like a major plot error as Viltrumites are legit invincible but all I’m going to say is that the Kaiju was Cecils contingency plan for if Nolan or Marceline ever went rogue and that’s why it actually killed Marceline.

Nolan didn’t know abt this untill killing the guardians btw.

And in Marceline’s world Mark hadn’t gotten his powers yet sk he was weak as shit and therefore died .

So Mark did the only thing he could do.

He hugged Marceline and told her he had missed his big sister.

They both cried at that and Mark took her to his house so she could see Debbie and Debbie couldn’t forget her face even if she tried.

So Debbie got really emotional really quick when she saw her dead daughter standing in her living room.

The whole “I got kidnapped from a different world to killl this mark but I don’t want to as hes my brother” story was told and Debbie, very emotional gave her a big big hug.

Marceline then saw Oliver and was like.

“Who’s purple baby is that?”

To which Mark explained how Oliver came to be and this got Marceline crying.

She told them how Debbie and Mark died in her world and how Debbie was pregnant and that if it was a boy her and Nolan had decided on Oliver to take a break from the M names.

This makes them all think as, Nolan isn’t too different no matter what variant he is, Marcelines dad wanted to call his next baby Oliver, he never got too, and Marks dad did end up getting to call one of his kids Oliver.

That conversation then lead them to talk about Marcelines life and she told them how her and Nolan went all scitzo on the guardians and killed them all since they didn’t protect them.

Debbie, Mark and Oliver all collectively lowkey side eye her but yk, having your dead daughter/sister back can help excuse war crimes she committed in another dimension/earth.

This is a different format from what I’m planning on writing rhe fic but this is how I’m planning on laying the basis down for stories before trying to do first person narrations

Also I do plan on having Marcelines Nolan be brought ti earth after he found an Armstrong and beat him senseless untill he sent him to where his daughter was.

Queue Marcelines Nolan so V!Nolan or variant Nolan seeing his baby boy Mark grown up, his wife Debbie older than he ever got to see her and another baby boy who strangely was purple, not that he had a problem with that, he just maybe thought the kid was suffocating or something, who is named Oliver, what him and his Debbie were planning on calling their next baby if it was a boy, all in a room together with his Daughter who he hadn’t seen in a couple of weeks.

Firstly hes stunned, secondly hes insulted because Debbie slaps him (just in case it was her Nolan)

Marceline recognised that it is her dad and tells him that this work is the only one where she existed aswell but instead of mark dying she died which is what broke their family apart.

Debbie who is still suspicious cause it’s NOLAN GUYS apologized for slapping him and explain how her Nolan was a major AH and she didn’t know that he wasn’t him.

So V!Nolan is absolutely baffled at this point because wdym there is a version of him who turned into an asshole towards his wife (he was a good husband but calling her a pet was rlly bad)

WDYM there’s only two world where his previous daughter Marceline exists and

WDYM SHE DIED IN THIS ONE AND WHY IS MARK GLARING AT HIM.

Nolan who is extremely confused but also overwhelmed because he was still mourning his wife, son and unborn baby since they only died months prior is now in a room, with all of them.

In this emotional state he just asks for a hug, last time he saw Mark he was 11 and nothing but a dead, frail and wrecked little body and now he is basically an adult, he never got ti see his Mark grow up but he is here seeing this Mark grown up which hurts.

Mark realises this Nolan isn’t a psycho like his dad and he accepts, hes still upset and angry at his own dad for betraying his entire planet, his home and family but he realises this Nolan is grieving and has only ever wanted to keep his family together sk he does give him a hug and while it isn’t his Nolan it’s still a Nolan, therefore still technically his dad and it’s nice being able to hug his dad again. One who hasn’t become a raging lunatic murder machine for no reason.

I mean Marks dad main!Nolan did have a reason but Mark didn’t know that yet.

he didn’t know that the main reason why his dad killed the guardians was because he discovered that they knew about Cecils contingency plan for Viltrumites, Mark didn’t know that Cecil was the reason his sister died. He’d find out soon enough though.

Ao this is the first fic or Drabble I’ve done belonging to the Invincible universe and definitely won’t be the last

I don’t have any 1sr person pov/narrations ready for invincible as my drafts are mostly semi completed DC ones which I have been working on all at the same time as I was for this one in hopes of having multiple ones ready to publish at once so I can then add them to an update schedule as my exams are killing me rn. I have more tomorrow and next week so I’ve been trying to get a lot of drafts completed-ish so I can set a tumblr timer to publish them when I can’t publish myself ☺️

As always feel free to comment any ideas or message in the ask me box thing if you have any specific requests for DC or Invincible, I’ll do marvel or stranger things as well if u get request for that but I know DC most, that’s a lie I know more about marvel and stranger things than either of those but I’m currently more active in the DC, Invincible and HG fandom but feel free to request for any of those or anything else really and I can do my research for characters

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I’ve got some ideas for future fic series that are in my drafts but completed yet so whatever you like most don’t be shy to vote so Ik what to prioritize alongside the gymnast!daughter batfam series ☺️.

I already have ships planned for each of the fic!series but don’t want to spoil it but all of them are x different characters so they aren’t repetitive

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Wide unintelligent eyes my goodness I’m dying I’m in class tj and can’t be laughing at this

if Damian can imitate voices then there’s no way he doesn’t steal Bruce’s phone Friday Night Dinner style to harass Tim.

Tim, picking up a call from Bruce: Hello?

Damian, imitating Bruce perfectly: Timothy, I need you to stay away from the gala tonight. You are short and unapplealing and I don’t want to be seen with you.

Tim:

Tim, tired as fuck: Damian, never in my life has Bruce referred to me as ‘Timothy’. I know it’s you.

Damian, softly: fuck.

Damian: *hangs up*

-

*ring ring*

Tim: yeah?

Damian as Bruce, calling at 2AM: i birthed you.

Tim: eh?

Damian: it was a 12 hour labour.

Tim:

Damian: you tore my crotch beyond repair-

Tim: ok- Damian i know it’s you now KNOCK IT OFF.

-

Tim, hanging out with Jason: oh, B just sent me a voice message?

Jason: ?? the fucks he want, play it.

Tim: *presses play*

Bruce: you remind me of a baby hippo. grey skin and wide, unintelligent eyes.

Tim and Jason:

Tim and Jason:

Jason: wh-

Tim: i understand why you tried to kill me now.

Tim: having little brothers is a fucking travesty.

Jason:

Jason: so was that not Bruce?

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Idk how to tag polls I’ve done but this is going to be derived from rhe poll on my last post where gymnast!daughter gets almost kidnapped at a gala and Jason who won the poll will save her.

I will do another part with other characters in the same situation but I have exams tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, two days after tomorrow (😰😭) basically all of this week and then some next week and some the week after so I’ve got a lot of stuff to do and my tumblr hasn’t been a priority BUT, near mid June my exams r done then I don’t have school so I’ll be good by then( I should be but I don’t actually know my timetable after the 15th so idk atp)

Anyway, this fic shall commence.

Also I’m going to be writing from gymnastics!daughters view so yall can read this as an x reader insert because they are butt(lol Alfred the buttler w 2xts) I always write as gymnast!daughter instead of x gymnast!reader so yeah. Also as you can probably tell I write for fem reader but I can definitely do gn!readers or m!reader so lmk if you have any specific requests for that or anything as I’d probably be able to write that quicker than just thinking stuff up :)) enjoy the fic.

Gymnast!daughters POV or reader POV u choose

Being a Wayne is actually nicer than the rest of the family maie it out to be. Dick hates galas, Stephanie would rather read creppypastas and watch YouTube horror documentaries from 2010 and everyone else just always complains whenever we have to attend one.

They all say it’s the worst part about being part of the Wayne family.

I personally think it’s like second or third best. First best is definitely having a Dad who’s actually invested in your life and second is also having siblings, adopted and biological.

But loving attending these galas doesn’t mean I love everything that happens at them.

Right now is a perfect example.

I would like to paint you all a picture, one from 3 hours ago.

I had arrived at the Gala with Dad, Damian, Duke, Tim and Stephanie. Dick had ‘police duty’ yeah as if, he and Babs were too busy making out in the comms room, he’s not slick we all know he isn’t actually working. Well, if you considering the chance he might actually help Babs with comms then yeah maybe you could say he’s working.

Cass and Jason are undercover tonight, Dad said there was a possible gang ring happening under this guys mansion and that Cass and Jason would be investigating as “private security” to see if they found anything suspicious. This is another reason why Dick was with Babs tonight, this place was huge. It wasn’t as big as the manor but this guys estate was still impressive there were like 3 outhouses à tennis court, golf lanes and a pool. Don’t forget the greenhouse gazebo thing outside aswell.

This guy, whilst not on Dads level was still minted.

Which bring us to my next point.

Ever since being officially indoctrinated into the Wayne family to the public eye and being announced as Bruce’s biological daughter who he never knew he had ( big fat L imo) I have been in the public eye.

I mean not only for that, I’ve been known as Bruce’s daughter for like 4 years now so the excitement of that had worn down a bit and I am part of the US national gymnastics team and will be competing at the summer Olympics so… yeah that ain’t the only reason I’m popular but it does make me known as Bruce’s spoiled daughter.

I mean he did renovate my teams gym and spent a shit ton of money on expanding it and getting private coaches, but I wouldn’t say I’m spoiled, I just get treated well.

But you can see why people believe that my Dad would spend a shit ton of money on me, even millions, because he has, and does so I can’t really blame them for thinking that.

Who might they be?

The people who are holding me random right now.

Tonight is not my night.

I mean it lowkey is as my dress is gorgeous, face and hair too but being kidnapped kind of puts that in perspective and makes you think wow, my luck is shitty.

Which right, now it is.

So quick recap of how rhe heck this happened.

I arrived at the gala family in tow.

Me and Bruce go around socialising with the other guests as the rest of my siblings are recluses who don’t like fancy parties. Spoiler(yes pun intended) alert I do!!

So I’m busy chatting with some fellow Gothamites, some teens my age who aren’t as snobby as they are at school.

Private school is the ultimate snob fest for the rich heirs and heiresses of Gotham but when you attend à Gala, it’s a Snob fest for your parents so you get to chill and acrually speak with the kids your age in à civilised manner.

I was just chit chatting with some of my friends whilst Dad tried making business deals either their parents to buy their company when I needed the bathroom.

So, like any normal person would, I say “I need to use the bathroom, excuse me I’ll be 5 minutes” I don’t just walk away mid conversation snd I don’t just piss myself right where I stand, I excuse myself then I leave.

I passed Dad on the way so I said à quick hi then told him where I was going.

It was upon entering rhe hallway that my fate was sealed.

So the gala started around 3 hours ago and I went to the bathroom maybe an hour ago or 45 minutes? I’m not sure but somewhere between 45 minutes and an hour and a half ago.

I can’t tell my watch has been removed from my body.

Anyways, as I was saying, as soon as I entered the hallway and was out of sight from the main ballroom where the gala was happening light go out.

Not in the hallway, in me.

Something pricked my arm and then boom or not really boom since the lights didnt explode when everything went black but like, tstststs like sizzling water when it touches à hot stovetop.

That brings me to right now.

So I’m in this dirty grungy ugly ass broke as shit looking basement, and I’m in a prison cell.

Then this guy with a really weird red mask just walks up snd tells me they’ve tooken all my jewellery as personal compensation and some other stuff from me, but that if I want out then the “big boss” expects me to call my dad and say that either he pays a 50 million dollar ransom or they but à bullet between my eyes.

😀

You can see why I’m not happy right now.

So I’m getting threatens with death but then, I realise this could be a trap.

For some reason Gothamites believe my Dad is associated with Batman, they think that my Dad finds his equipment and everything in exchange for protection.

They’re so close I can’t decide if I want to cry or scream.

So this gang will have kidnapped me in the hopes of either Sad sending them 50 million or, dad sending batman & co.

I’m pretty sure this was probably a trap.

Which is why I call Babs.

She can access everyone’s comms although she’s probably already found me I need to go along with these guys.

This is where things got funny.

So I had the phone and called Babs.

She didn’t pick up, so I called Dick since they’re supposed to be right next to each other.

He doesn’t either.

I decide you know what, Tim should pick up.

🤡

I know I said this is where things got funny but really it was just embarrassing for me.

I know I should probably of called Dad by now but i had a plan.

Damian always answers my phone, so I called him snd he did actually pick up.

“Hello, why are you calling me?”

Right now I was dumbfounded because hellooooo I’ve been gone for ages?!?

No.

“Well I’ve been kidnapped and am currently being held at gun point by the people in the old guys basement and have been missing for like 45 minutes?? Why else would I call”

I want to say that this was a major aura loss.

I could hear D breath in sharply across the line.

You would think he’d say something like, I’ll inform father immediately and get Babs to track your location, seeing as he sounded so shocked at me being missing but no.

“You haven’t been gone for 45 minutes, you walked away 6 minutes and 47 seconds ago”

…

The woman was too stunned to speak.

“But I shall inform father snd have him send Todd and Cass down.”

Well there was no need for that as the basement door broke open and shits were fired, right into my kidnappers knee caps.

“No need D, either Jason and Cass were keeping an eye one me and noticed or someone else is shooting up this place.”

“Well I will still tell father, Duke js on his way to a more private place sk people don’t notice him searching for you and Tim has already informed Barbara and Dick, Stephanie is on her way to tell father right now I believe, well that or she’s headed back to the bouffet”

Sk I wasn’t really paying attention ti the door or my captors anymore but when some bitch decided ti steal my phone I did look up. And also not some bitch, Jason.

“No need gremlin me and Cass just got here, the big boss got out but get babs or Tim to track him, we’ll get her back upstairs”

As much as Jason annoys me at times I was really great full for him at this point because I was getting quite dizzy and for some reason all rhe colours in the room got super saturated and bright all of a sudden.

“ hey J, thanks for this but um I don’t feel too good”

And then my head hit the wall,

Pow.

Next I woke up I was back in my room.

Which was nicer than waking up in a dingy cold cell and feeling like I had been gone for 45 minutes but it only being 5 but there’s a reason for that.

When I passed out Jason and Cass brought me back to the Gala and them in their vigilante gear pretended to not know Bruce snd then just handed me over and told him I should see a doctor, so naturally the gala had kind of ended by then, especially since Damian wasn’t discreet whatsoever when he told dad I had been kidnapped.

Yeah, everyone knew I was missing before Jason and Cass brought me to the ballroom.

So Dad took me and Alfred drove me and the rest of the family home.

Which was like 4 days ago.

And it turns out I was injected with à weird drug that slows your brain down but is supposed to make it speed back up after so it kind of frys it. However since I was only out for 5 minutes and I passed out the drugs made it feel like 45 minutes and didnt have time to speed my brain up.

So my brain hasn’t been fried.

My fave however is on nearly every tabloid in Gotham.

Which isn’t unusual but under these circumstances it is.

Jason barged I ti my room at this point.

“ hey bendy ( I feel like that’s a fun nickname since she’s a gymnast and they bend a lot ) how’s your brain going?”

I haven’t decided if I hate Jason’s nicknames but he’s been calling me bendy for years now so it’s too late if I hate it.

“Alright, it isn’t fried yet sk that’s a plus side”

“Yeah but I bet you it’ll be hurting like a bitch”

That was very true, whilst I don’t really swear much hurting like a hitch is a very acute description of my condition.

“ well I can’t lie and say it doesn’t”

That got me a laugh out of him.

“Well rest up B tracked down the ringleader and hes behind bars but this guy has diplomatic immunity or something so he’s getting a trial but he says he still wants you to get out of bed in a couple of days for your graduation”

So I had forgotten about that but, yeah high school graduation is like in a weeks time. But at least dad isn’t making me get out of bed just yet, I can sleep all day today and then have dinner then pull an all nighter.

Sounds like a plan.

“Yeah don’t worry J I’ll probably just watch TV and then come down later for supper or for whenever I get hungry”

With that he patted my head and messed up my already messed up hair and left my room, he did however leak my door closed as he isn’t evil.

After all that I binge watched some episode of gumball, suits? Wwdits in no particular order then I checked my calendar for my next gala.

2 weeks, eh I’ll be up by then.

Alfred called me down later for dinner which was amazing he made shrimp pasta wich I loved.

We all ate and talked a little bit but before I went back home to bed Dsd hugged me snd told me that he’d start training me in martial arts that way if something like this ever happened again, wich given who I am it probably would, so that I could defend myself better and maybe one day if I wanted I could join him in defending others.

Which I agreed to but do regret seeing as I’ll be training tomorrow afternoon.

Wich means I’ll have to get up before 3.

But oh well. Life throws lemons and bricks at you so you need to be prepared for whichever hits you first.

[glowinthedarkjellyfish]

RED HANDED

Pairing: Damian Wayne x Reader

divider by: @cafekitsune word count: 1.2k synopsis: Damian sneaks you into the manor, only to get caught red handed.

Wayne Manor was supposed to be empty.

That’s what Damian had told you when he pulled you through the back gate, hand clasped tightly in yours, voice low and insistent as he muttered about stealth and nosy family members and “don’t touch that, it’s a pressure sensor.” He’d checked the security logs himself—Bruce was at a board meeting, Alfred out running errands, and the others all scattered across the city on patrol or “adult things,” as Damian called them with no small amount of disdain.

So he brought you home. Quietly. Secretly.

To his room.

The moment the door shut behind you, his shoulders dropped that ever-present tension. His fingers found your wrist, then your waist, tugging you gently toward the bed. No words, just that look he gave you—sharp eyes softening, mouth twitching at the corners in something dangerously close to a smile.

You were the only one who ever got that version of him.

Now the two of you were curled up beneath the covers, the storm outside tapping against the windows while his arm wrapped snug around your waist. Damian’s head rested near yours, nose brushing your temple every so often, breath slow and steady.

“I could get used to this,” you murmured, tracing lazy circles along his chest.

“You will,” he replied, voice quiet and certain. “Once I find a way to keep you here without the others ruining everything.”

You giggled, tipping your head up to meet the small, rare curve of his mouth—the almost-smile he only gave you.

And then the bedroom door slammed open.

“Dami, I need to borrow—OH MY GOD!”

Both of you shot upright like you’d been struck by lightning.

Dick Grayson stood frozen in the doorway, eyes wide as dinner plates, mouth agape in sheer, appalled disbelief. His finger jerked upward, trembling like it couldn’t decide whether to point at Damian, you, or the fact that you were clearly in his bed.

“What the hell, Grayson?!” Damian snapped, scrambling to hide your presence by throwing the blanket over you as you shrieked in surprise and ducked under it. But the damage had already been done.

“You have a GIRL in your BED?!” Dick shouted, scandalized.

Damian looked moments away from lunging across the room. “I swear to Ra, if you say one more word I will end your bloodline—”

But it was too late. The yelling had summoned the wolves.

Heavy footsteps pounded up the stairs.

“What the hell’s going on?” Jason’s voice barked from the hall, followed by a clatter of someone sprinting.

“Did someone die?” That was Tim, out of breath and still chewing toast as he skidded into view.

And then, like the final nail in the coffin, Bruce appeared.

He was dressed for work—pressed suit, tie knotted perfectly, not a single strand of hair out of place—but the look on his face was nothing short of bewildered. He stood in the hallway, staring into the room like he wasn’t quite sure what he’d walked in on, and very much wished he hadn’t.

There was a silence. A very loud, very awkward silence as everyone took in the scene.

“Damian has a girlfriend?” Tim whispered like he’d uncovered an ancient secret.

Jason blinked at you, then back at Damian. “Wait. She’s real?”

Another blink. Then a wild grin. “She’s real!” He turned and punched Dick in the arm. “You owe me twenty bucks.”

“I do not—!”

“You bet she was imaginary!”

“Because she was supposed to be imaginary! He’s fifteen!”

“Seventeen,” Damian growled, practically vibrating with fury under the blanket. “And if any of you take another step into this room, I swear on every god you hold dear, I will bring out my katana.”

But of course, the damage was done.

Slowly, cautiously, you peeked out from beneath the blanket. Your cheeks were burning, your hair a mess, and your heart pounding loud enough to echo in your ears.

Four sets of eyes landed on you.

Jason gave a slow, impressed nod. “Hey there. I’m the hot brother.”

“I swear to—”

Damian made a strangled sound of protest, but before he could lunge across the room, Tim raised a hand with a sheepish half-wave.

“I’m the smart one,” he offered helpfully. “Sorry about… all this.”

“And I,” Dick declared proudly, hands on his hips, “am the fun one. Also the reason you’re all about to get grounded. You’re welcome.”

“OUT!” Damian barked.

That’s when Bruce finally spoke up. “Enough,” he said, calm and quiet— almost immediately it made all three older brothers freeze.

Jason blinked. “We were just—”

“Out,” Bruce repeated, this time with the faintest arch of his brow. 

One by one, the boys started backing up like scolded dogs.

Jason grumbled something under his breath and turned.

Tim gave you a quick, apologetic smile and shuffled after him.

Dick lingered the longest, flashing you a grin and a salute. “Still think it’s adorable.”

“Out,” Bruce said again, firmer this time.

With that all three filed out with varying degrees of grumbling and smirking.

Bruce remained in the room for a moment longer. His eyes shifted from you—still half-curled beneath the blanket—to his son, who sat stiff-backed beside you, his jaw tight with embarrassment and defiance.

“I expect a proper introduction at dinner,” Bruce said coolly, turning on his heel. “Six sharp.”

Damian exhaled like it physically pained him. “Yes, Father.”

Bruce nodded once, then turned and left, the door clicking shut behind him.

Damian exhaled sharply through his nose, the breath full of fire and exasperation. He muttered a string of curses in Arabic—low, venom-laced, and fast enough to blur into one hissed syllable—as he collapsed back into the pillows with a dramatic thud. One arm flung over his eyes like he was shielding himself from the humiliation still clinging to the air.

You lay beside him, the warmth of his body still lingering beneath the tangled sheets, a laugh bubbling in your throat despite your best efforts to suppress it.

“Well,” you murmured, voice edged with amusement, “at least they didn’t bring a camera.”

He made a sound—something between a groan and a growl. “You underestimate them. There will be photos. There will be memes. Grayson will narrate the whole scene on the family group chat by noon. I am already doomed.”

You leaned over and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek, the curve of your mouth brushing the flushed skin just beneath his eye. “Guess I better dress nice for dinner, then.”

Another groan, this one muffled by the pillow he dragged down over his face.

But then, without warning, his arm slid around your waist and pulled you in—close, possessive. Like he wasn’t ready to let you go, even if the rest of the world now knew you existed.

“Remind me to kill them later,” he muttered, voice gruff but reluctant.

You laughed and burrowed into the crook of his arm, cheek pressed to his collarbone. “I don’t know… I kind of liked seeing flustered Damian. Might be my favorite version yet.”

He peeked down at you then, dragging the pillow just far enough to reveal a glare that lacked its usual bite. “You’re lucky I like you.”

You tilted your head and gave him a grin, utterly unrepentant, before brushing another kiss to his cheek.

“Yeah,” you said, voice soft and smug. “I know.”

[glowinthedarkjellyfish]

DC fic lists

Gymnast!daughter

Gymnast!daughter 1

Dick + Jason hcs

All the Batbros hcs

Cassandra hcs

Bruce Wayne hcs

Gymnast!daughter gets kidnapped at a gala

Jason Todd + Red Hood

I’ll stand by you

Dick Grayson + Nightwing

Petty Crime

Bruce Wayne + Batman

Grumpy x happy go lucky villain!reader

Supermans older sister who is now younger…? I.e Escape from krypton 30 years later

[glowinthedarkjellyfish]

As a tall gym girlie who beasts herself in the gym 6 days a week this is awesome

when twenty year old itadori yuuji told his new found college friends he liked tall women, a tall women with a big ass. well, to be exact he said it the way you would confess about dumb crushes: half-laughing, half-serious, waving it off with a grin.

it wasn’t like he thought the universe was actually listening to him. why would the universe actually be doing something like that? he didn't expect anything out of the universe, especially with his luck.

but the universe had heard him well enough. rather too loud and too clear. and it sent you. you, whom was the tall woman with the big ass. but you were mor than that, he was certain. you were more than the beauty that captured his eyes. and he wanted to know it all. he wanted to know all of you.

he spotted you on a random day across the university gym, standing tall and glorious under the harsh lights, surrounded by weights that would’ve made half the guys in the room cry.

you had on black leggings and a loose tank top that still somehow clung in all the right places. and your ass — good god, your ass — moved with each powerful lift, flexing and perfect.

yuuji froze mid-step, one foot still dangling stupidly in the air. his brain promptly emptied itself like someone had hit the reboot button. you weren’t just tall. you weren’t just strong. you were the blueprint.

and you didn’t even notice him at first. if anything, you were too focused on your form, your breathing, your next lift. it wasn’t until he started hovering nearby (and very badly pretending to stretch) that you finally looked over, pinning him with a curious glance.

caught red-handed all at once.

yuuji panicked. his mouth moved faster than his brain.

you blinked at him, watching the panic happen.

"uh—hi!" he blurted. "you're really strong! like, uh, scary strong! but in a super-hot way! not scary scary, like... cool scary? good scary? shit, i'm so sorry—"

you lowered the barbell with a heavy clang, straightening to your full height. you were tall enough that yuuji had to tip his head back a little to meet your gaze. he gulped, flustered. you were also taller than him. you smirked. a slow, devastating thing.

"are you always this smooth?" you teased, one eyebrow arching up, "or am i just lucky?"

yuuji went brick-red in an instant, maybe redder than the color red. he scratched the back of his neck like it might somehow save him from the crater of embarrassment he was digging.

"uh—depends....." he stammered. "you’re like... really distracting. in a good way! a great way. in an amazing way! fuck, i'm so sorry."

you laughed at his panic. you found it adorable, found him adorable. but all he could focus on was that your laugh sounded so beautiful. it was a warm, rich sound that settled low in his gut, turning nervousness into something electric.

taking a step closer, you leaned in just enough that he caught the scent of your sweat mixed with something sweet, like coconut shampoo. he didn’t know if it was your presence, your voice, or just your proximity, but yuuji could feel his heart slamming against his chest like it was trying to break free.

you tilted your head, mock-studying him. "you lift, too?" you asked, playful. "or are you just here to stare?"

"i—both?" yuuji admitted, laughing a little helplessly. "i mean, i can lift, but it’s...not gonna be as impressive as whatever you just did."

you looked him up and down, slow and obvious, like you were sizing him up from head to toe and whether it was mercy or mischief, you smiled wide enough that it crinkled the corners of your eyes.

"well that's a good thing." you said, mirth beaming from you. "i like a guy who knows when he’s outmatched."

yuuji's mouth suddenly went dry. all of his dignity was long gone, packed its bags and fled the building. all he could do was grin back, dumb and dazzled. all too down bad for you, you who was now the apple of his eye.

"guess i’m about to be your biggest fan, then." he said, flashing that golden retriever smile that made girls melt but this time, it was him who was hopelessly melting for you.

the universe wasn’t just listening. it was setting him up for the best kind of defeat. a defeat he knew that he would accept wholeheartedly. after all, he'll be losing to you and that would be more than worth it to him.

you tossed the towel over your shoulder and leaned your hip against the barbell, giving him a look that was equal parts mischievous and challenging.

"since you're such a big fan of mine, would you mind doing something for me?" you said, voice light, teasing. " how dould you like to spot me?"

yuuji blinked. once. twice. his brain clearly blue-screened for a second. "me? spot you?" he echoed, like you had just asked him to solve quantum physics with a crayon.

you shrugged, casual, but your smile said you knew exactly what you were doing. "well unless you’re scared to do it." you added, sweet and deadly.

that did it. itadori yuuji straightened up immediately, fists clenching at his sides like he was mentally psyching himself up for the battle of a lifetime.

"scared? me? pfft. no way!" he said, chest puffing up in a way that would’ve been hilarious if it wasn’t so endearing. "i’m the bravest guy here. totally ready. born ready. yep."

"good to hear." you said, barely hiding your grin. "then come closer."

he scrambled to obey, practically tripping over a nearby dumbbell in his rush to get to you. when he finally positioned himself behind you, it hit him just how close he had to be. and worse, when you bent down to grip the bar again, your ass was right there.

right.

there.

yuuji went rigid. not because he wanted to. no, his body had officially gone into full emergency lockdown. he was sweating harder just standing there than he had during his entire workout.

he tried to focus on literally anything else: counting ceiling tiles, reciting multiplication tables in his head, wondering if he was having a heart attack at twenty years old.

you glanced back over your shoulder, catching the wide-eyed panic on his face. "you good back there, hero?" you teased, your voice dripping with mock innocence.

"y-yeah!" he squeaked, cracking his knuckles unnecessarily. "all good! super good! best spotter ever, that's me!"

you bit your lip to hold back your laughter and refocused, adjusting your grip. your muscles coiled, tense and beautiful, and then you lifted. it was heavy, controlled, powerful. the bar came up smooth and steady, and yuuji remembered just in time to hover his hands close to your sides, ready to assist if you needed it.

(you didn’t. obviously.)

still, when you finished the lift and set the bar down with a satisfying thud, you pushed yourself up slowly, straightening, and your back brushed lightly — deliberately — against yuuji’s chest.

he made a sound. a tiny, choked-off squeak that absolutely murdered whatever was left of his self-respect. you turned around fully, wiping a bead of sweat from your forehead, and looked him over with a wicked gleam in your eye.

"not bad, huh?" you said, tapping his chest lightly with one finger. "for your first time spotting me, you didn't pass out. i’m impressed."

"i almost did, i think." he confessed immediately, voice wrecked and breathless.

you laughed once again. perhaps even brighter than ever before. perhaps even brighter than the sun. he knew it was a real, bright laugh from you. and yuuji thought he could live in that sound forever. even if he'd just met you. he knew that laugh would be the path to his future. because the future looked beautiful, knowing, hoping, you would now be in it.

"good thing i’m tough!" you said, tossing your towel over your shoulder again. "otherwise you might've had to catch me."

"catch you, yeah....i will." yuuji repeated, dazed. "i'd catch you."

you looked him up and down again, slow and thoughtful. "yeah." you said, flashing a grin. "i think you would."

then you turned and walked away, hips swaying just a little extra, leaving yuuji standing there, absolutely annihilated, red-faced, and head over heels for you and fully, 100%, your newest and most devoted gym groupie.

the universe didn’t just listen.

it gifted him you in absolute permanence.

and he wasn’t letting go of that miracle anytime soon.

itadori yuuji stayed frozen for a solid thirty seconds after you walked away, staring at the spot you’d been standing like he was trying to memorize the very air you’d touched.

his brain was just a loop of she talked to me, she let me spot her, she didn’t laugh in my face, holy shit she smiled at me—he snapped out of it when he realized he was still standing there looking like a confused puppy.

pull yourself together, idiot! he thought, giving himself a little shake.

he started clumsily gathering up some weights, pretending to be busy, stealing glances at you while you loaded a few more plates onto your barbell. he wasn't slick. not even a little. you caught him instantly.

you set the bar down and walked back over to him, casual, like you hadn't just completely rearranged his universe ten minutes ago. "hey, stranger." you said, stopping right in front of him.

yuuji almost dropped the dumbbell he was holding. "y-yeah?" he squeaked.

you smiled at him beautifully. it was a slow, almost lazy smile that made something crash inside his chest. it was everything and more. he just stared at you enthralled for a while as you pulled out your phone, tapped a few things, then held it out to him.

"put your number in, will you?" you said, like it was the easiest thing in the world.

yuuji blinked at it, dumbfounded. "you—me—you want my number?" he stammered.

you laughed, like he was the cutest thing you’d ever seen. "yeah, of course!" you said. "unless you'd rather just keep awkwardly hovering and tripping over dumbbells every time you see me."

he flushed scarlet. "no! i mean yes! i mean—i'll put it in!"

he fumbled his way through typing his number into your phone with trembling hands, somehow managing not to drop it on the floor like an idiot. he handed it back to you, standing so stiff it looked like he’d forgotten how arms worked.

you glanced down, smirking when you saw what he’d saved himself as: yuuji (your #1 fan 🐶)

god, he was hopeless.

you quickly shot him a text almost immediately. it was just a simple "hey 👋" because you couldn't think of anything else.

but the little hey was good enough. you watched his phone buzz in his pocket. he immediately yanked it out like it was on fire, staring at your name on the screen with wide, shining eyes.

he looked up at you like you’d just handed him the winning lottery ticket. "this is real, right?" he blurted. "like, you're actually texting me? you're not gonna... vanish or something?"

you laughed, tossing your towel back over your shoulder again. "i’m real." you said, winking. "and if you’re lucky, you’ll get to spot me again. maybe next time, i’ll even let you take me out for protein shakes."

yuuji made a noise that wasn’t even a word, somewhere between a gasp and a squeak, and you turned on your heel and sauntered away before he could embarrass himself any more.

he watched you go, still clutching his phone like it was a sacred artifact. he didn’t know what kind of cosmic miracle he had stumbled into, but one thing was for sure: he was never missing leg day again.