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the concept of reader being the closest thing to silena clarisse has left and therefore being used as a crutch, in a way

YOU CLOCKED IT ‼️‼️‼️

there was a thing between them at first, but it only really started after silena died. for y/n, it's because silena was so against it, in a way? it made her feel more real.

for clarisse, I will say that currently? it's more because y/n reminds her of silena. loves the idea of them, yknow? keyword is currently tho 👀👀

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INFORMATION!

ME, ME, ME! im heart!! i use she/her, and rn I'm writing for dc, but I have ideas for marvel soon... its mostly platonic yandere tho

asks are open, so pretty please talk to me!!!

MASTERLIST

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MASTERLIST!

DOVECHILD!

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I have a new idea....

thunderbolts spoilers lowk...

ok so (y/n) would be bucky and Natasha's kis from hydra/the red room, but they both thought they were dead. during thunderbolts, yn is on the incinerator room with the rest of the gang, and platonic yanderisms begin

so...

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five. now or never

masterlist.

The rest of the Seals are easy enough. You, Will, and Jamie switch between creating the seals, with Jamie currently finishing off the sixth. The heroes are, honestly, mostly there to guard you. It’s surprisingly hard to fight off monsters with a bleeding hand, even if it’s not your dominant one.

They arrive shortly after Jamie starts, leaving the rest of you to fight. As strong as Superman is, his laser vision doesn’t affect monsters. It forms holes in their flesh that heals as quickly as they formed, almost as if it phases through them. You’d think it did, if you didn’t smell their burning flesh.

You slash through a Dracanaea, using Superman to springboard onto another monster, wrapping your legs around its thick neck and bringing it down. You strike your sword into its throat, watching as it vanishes into dust.

You stumble as you hit the ground running, spinning to see that the seal is fully complete. You smile at the sight, teeth bared as rivulets of blood seep out of claw-shaped cuts. You cry out, “To the car!”

You slam yourself into the back, arms tight on the trunk’s wall as Will starts the car. The others follow, including Superman, who can fly. Jamie points this out, brows furrowed, but he just ignores him. The truck rumbles as you drive closer to the heart of Gotham, filling the air. It forms an odd symphony, the sound joining the distant cries of monsters.

A familiar symphony, you must admit. Resting your head against the glass, you sigh. Jamie rests his hand on your shoulder, “You ready for this, (Y/N)?”

“Yeah. We do it every year, don’t we?” You say.

Dick places his hand over Jamie’s, sliding it off your shoulder. He smiles nervously, “Every year? Really? That’s a lot, especially for someone your age!”

You scowl, glaring up at him. Dick, apparently, is oblivious to social cues and wraps his arm around you, pulling you to his chest, “You shouldn’t be going to this camp if-”

You push against his stong arms, scowling as his grip tightens around you in response. You glare up at him, saying, “I can handle it. I’ve been handling it, and you never even noticed.”

He lets out a wounded noise, tucking his face to the top of your head. You hear the sound of him sniffling, his chest shaking as the truck rumbles down Gotham's streets. With a pleading, nervous stare to Jamie, and even a quick glance to Superman as they watch.

It’s Jamie that helps you, tugging you from Dick’s arm with a quick, “We have to be ready.”

You practically dive over to Jamie’s side, settling next to him and clinging to the walls of the truck bed.

It’s… weird. You’re not used to his eyes on you, much more familiar with the sound of his receding steps in your ears. You’re used to watching, hopeful, as other kids at camp ran to their families' arms. You’re used to being so alone, so… devoid of their influence, that you’re - somehow - closer with your divine mother. 

There’s no one else with that claim, unless their mortal families are dead. Yours aren’t. One of  them is staring at you, his eyes wide and… dark. Your furrow your brows, and something scared begins to run about in your heart.

Something isn’t right, here. You know this.

Dick keeps watching you, that look in his eyes, and you’re scared of a mortal for the first time in a long time.

Will turns left, the car screeching from the force of his turn. You curse softly, almost falling right into Dick. You narrowly avoid it, thanks to Jamie. You stand, peaking over the truck’s roof and turning back to face them, “We’re almost at the park. It’s now or never.”

Jamie sighs deeply, nodding at you, “Alright. Let’s get it.”

Superman smiles kindly, horribly sweet. You can do nothing but turn away from it. Impulse waves when he notices your eyes, a small thing you hardly recognize.  Dick doesn’t smile, surprisingly, just stares at you with those horribly hungry eyes, lips pursed as he stares at your scarred skin.

You turn back to face the Park, watching as is grows closer and closer, and with it the sounds of monsters fills your senses.

Just as Will skids the car to a stop, you see a hellhound bounding towards you, wide mouth agape, and its own blood dripping from torn gums. Dick curses from behind you, and you laugh.

Just as you go to leap from the truck, sword at your side, a spear rips through the beast, sending gold dust scattering through the air.

Clarisse. You sigh as you dismount from the truck, strolling languidly closer as the others follow behind you. Clarisse rips her spear from the ground, looking at you through her hair with a smirk.

“(Y/N).” She says, walking to you.

You grimace in greeting, looking behind her to see what you’re working with. Clarisse frowns as you ignore her, reaching out to lay a hand on your arm. You let her.

(Suddenly you are fifteen again. She is forbidden, and you love that. Silena loves her best friend, sees flesh where there is nothing to bind them, but will not let her touch you. Clarisse knows how to break, how to suck you dry of your love and take. Silena doesn’t understand that you will let her. That you are love, and what is love if not consumption. Clarisse mashes her lips to yours, and your teeth meet.)

“Few streets down. There’s an opening, and a lot of the monsters are concentrated there. Can you handle it?” She asks.

You smile. Her eyes are drawn to your waxy, scarred cheek as it contorts, “Who do you take me for?”

She smiles at you, a brutal thing, and sends you on your way.

One hour, and everything will be cleared.

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four. apples rotten right to the core

masterlist.

a/n: help i made toxic clarissexreader shes like a frat bro ex

You take a bite of an apple, the juice running down your chin as you mindlessly watch some sitcom or another. Your free hand wipes at it, your brows furrowing as it sticks to your hands.There’s a few more minutes before the league arrives, and you’re wasting your time eating, or polishing your weapons. Out of the corner of your eyes, you feel Clarisse’s eyes on you.

She’s watching you carefully, eyes drawn nearly closed as she gazes at you. It brings back memories, of slow nights spent with her, where her hands would smooth over your scarred skin and pry uselessly at your locked-up heart and plead with desperate wanting, a promise that this time, she’d be better.

(“(Y/N), please, I’ll listen. You don’t have to leave, I’ll take care of it. Please,” She begs, her hands on your waist and her face on your stomach.)

You take another bite of the apple. You ignore her hungry eyes, sat primly next to Jamie. It got worse after you removed your earrings, letting your mottled cheek face the world. Your friend leans on your shoulder, eyes lidded as he stares blankly at the screen with a confused look on his face. He’s frowning when he says, “The timeline makes no sense.”

“Yeah?” You ask, eyes flicking to his frame.

He nods, sitting up, “Bro, it’s-”

A knock at the door. Your head whips over, clutching the apple tight. They’re here. Clarisse goes to the door, a leader in her heart. She opens the door, staring out of them. She holds that position for a long, awkward moment. A power play, probably. She’s always been a fan of keeping people on their toes, reminding them that she’s better.

She steps aside, letting the League, or what of the league’s been appointed to help. They file in, left to stand and stare at the demigods scattered, sitting on couches and chairs. Their eyes are drawn naturally to you, scanning your frame. Dick, Jason, and Bruce are all among the gathered heroes and the most awkward. Dick - Nightwing - is shifting skittishly, his hands clenching and unclenching rhythmically. Red Hood just stares, hand close to his gun and his body pointed ever so slightly to the exit. Batman just stands there, perfectly still. The cape cloaks any movement he could be making right now, leaving you to just stare.

Your father flinches back near imperceptively, eyes widening as he sees you. You meet his gaze, staring up at him through your eyelashes.

Look at me, you think. Look at me and see what you made, what I’ve become.

He looks at you, until a body steps in front and keeps you from his eyes. Clarisse. She stares out at them, a hand on her spear, Maimer, as she frowns, “In half an hour, we’re heading out to put seals up. I’ll have (Y/N)’s group on the borders. You’ll be traveling down the edge of Gotham. There are six sealing zones, each one randomized when you arrive at the prior zone. Understand?”

You nod, Will and Jamie doing the same. The heroes assigned to you, Nightwing, Superman, and Impulse, nod as well. She runs down the list of assignments, herself being sent to the heart of Gotham. They’ll activate a spell that replicates the soul and signals of an injured powerful demigod. It’ll lure the stronger - and thankfully dumber ones - out from the shadows. The ones that remain are left to the Sealers and Travis’ group, who are to travel throughout Gotham on patrol.

“At the end of her spiel, she turns to you. A tender look overtakes her eyes, a quiet devotion before she turns back to the league. With a sigh, she says, “Let’s get a move on. The hope is that we’ll be through at about five. If you start on the outside, you’ll work your way in. We know we won’t get all of them, but we at least need to get most of them.”

She turns to the demigods, making eye contact with each of them, “Do you understand?”

Travis laughs, a softly bitter thing, “Yes ma’am.”

“Watch it, Stoll,” Clarisse frowns at him.

He raises his hands in surrender, standing up, “What, only want that from (L/N)-” 

Her hand shoots out, clutching at his shirt collar. Jamie laughs, shocked, his eyes wide as he glances from the daughter of Ares to the son of Hermes. You frown, a scowl on your face as you watch their stand off. You don’t notice the way Bruce’s eyes narrow, trained on Clarisse as if studying her weaknesses, trying to learn her inadequacies. Or the way Dick stills, a body of shifting limbs and straining muscles suddenly slowly to a stop. Or the way Jason shifts, his body leaning forward and his legs shifted wider as if to attack.

You’ve never needed to notice it before, because you always knew it wouldn’t be there. You didn’t have any need to expect it now. You could survive without their protection. You can survive without their attention.

You throw your half-eaten apple at Travis and Clarisse, Jamie booing them, saying, “Uninspired! Basic! Giving Twilight ass love triangle!”

You turn to him, eyes wide, “That’s the worst thing you’ve ever said about me.”

“It’s true!” He insists, sitting up to stare at you, “You’re Bella, Clarisse is Edward - not good for you but tragically the hotter of the two-”

“Hey!”

“Shut up, Travis! And Travis is the poor second choice!”

“Travis is dating Katie.”

“Oh. Forgot about that, lowkey.”

You sigh, standing up and grabbing your now-dirty apple from the ground and tossing it in the trash. You turn to Clarisse and Travis, raising your wrist and pressing the bracelet, blankly watching as it turns into a sword.

You point it at them, saying, “We have better things to do than your stupid ass posturing. Besides, I’m not taking you back.”

Dick squawks, “Take her back? (Y/N), you’re too young to be dating!”

He grabs your shoulder, spinning you around to face him as he grips your shoulders desperately, “You can’t be dating! (Y/N)-”

You stare at him, a mild look of disgust on your face as you gently remove his hands from your shoulder, “Let’s… not.”

He stays still, watching as you turn around and face your friends, “Let’s just get started. I don’t want to spend hours doing this, I have a life.”

Clarisse sighs. She looks at you, a frown on her face. She steps closer to you, so close you have to crane your neck to see her face. She’s always been taller than you, with broad shoulders and lean muscles. She smiles mockingly at you, leaning down until you’re almost nose to nose.

“You’re not in charge, (Y/N). We’re waiting for Chiron’s word.”

You smile back at her, a scornful look in your eyes. For just a moment, pink flits across your eyes, (e/c) shifting, “If I say we go, then you’ll find yourself listening.”

She glares, opening her mouth to say something she’ll surely regret, that will lead to her drunkenly IMing you sobbing when Will stands up and gets between you.

“Chiron messaged! We’re going, we need to go and you two need to get away from eachother! This is their first impression of us!” He says quickly, latching onto your wrist with one hand, and his free one gesturing to the league.

You sigh, “Sorry about that.”

Diana interjects before anyone else can, “It’s alright, (Y/N). Lets go.”

You make eye contact with your father, awkwardly holding it as he stares at you blankly. |Everyone begins to file out, and just before you follow him, he clasps your shoulder. He says, “(Y/N). I’m sure your… situation has left you far more independent than you need to be, you’re still far too young to date.”

You look at him with wide eyes, mouth open incredulously. He must see the look on your face, and recognize it, as he clears his throat and says, “Nonetheless, I am… proud of you.”

He turns and leaves, leaving you to just stand there. How dare he? Nine damn years of relying on yourself, and now he dares to come in and say ‘how dare you date’? What the fuck! You scowl, scoffing as you turn and follow him down out of the apartment.

Piece of shit.

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Superman’s driving the truck. Will’s next to him, fiddling with the GPS, as you, Jamie, Impulse, and Nightwing are piled in the trunk bed. You’re sat across from Jamie, Nighting close enough to brush shoulders as he tries to lure you into conversation with meaningless jokes and small, vague memories of your past. You know just as well as he does that these memories were the only ones you share.

“...You were so small!” He says, nudges you with a small smile.

You smile awkwardly at him, fiddling with your bracelet. His eyes keep being drawn to your scar, which he stares at for a few seconds before remembering himself and looking away, “Yep. That’s what happens when you spend nine years in near-poverty.”

He quiets down, staring at you for a second. You give him a tight-lipped smile, like the one you’ve seen Chiron give to some of the more uptight parents from camp. You hope to emulate him.

Jamie snickers, disguising it as a cough into his shoulder. Dick shoots him a glare, before turning back to you like a puppy.

Just as he opens his mouth, Will sticks his head out the window, “We’ve got the first one! Down by the Bay! Let’s get in, and get out.”

You nod, turning your bracelet into a sword. You stand up, using the roof of the truck to steady yourself as you look out. You park roughly, and you jump out quickly, running to the site. Will comes up beside you, passing you a small dagger. With a deep breath, you slice your palm.

Dick gasps, hand flying out before he stops, looking as though it was painful. You drip your blood in a circle around you, squeezing tightly to urge more blood out. Eventually, you form a simple design around you, and you carefully step out of it.

You shake your hand and turn to Jamie, “Light it up.”

He carefully hops between lines of blood, standing in the middle. He clasps his hands in prayer, mumbling ancient Greek beneath his breath. As he finishes the line, the blood begins to glow brightly before settling into a shimmery red.

You sigh, turning to Jamie, “You’re bleeding for the next one.” He laughs, nodding as you pile back into the car. Will checks the GPS, putting the new location in. You brace yourself, ready for whatever comes next.

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I forgot to make the poll post sorry gang

spoilers for possible love interest under cut

I understand that apollo is a bit of an iffy option, as he's an immortal god and reader is 18. I plan on taking that into consideration when writing their dynamic, and focusing on how it's going to be toxic and how reader handles all that

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OMG a good neglected series

*follows*

omg tyy ur making me blush

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three. we heroes.

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a/n: guys im putting up a poll soon for the love interest because its a bit of a Choice and I want ppl to like it so watch out for that gang

One week later, you find yourself catching the train into Gotham. It’s 6:30, and the train is surprisingly packed for the time. You figure that even in Gotham, where rent is permanently cheap, people need to make a living. Insurance, and all that.

You chew on your nail, eyes watching the entrances and exits everytime the bus stops, but no monsters climb on, staring at you hungrily. Just more humans, blissfully unaware of the horrors hidden even further into Gotham’s heart. Would they run in fear, horrified by the odd contortations of monster flesh? Or would they accept it. Gotham is the home of human monsters, after all.

What is an empousai to Bane? What is a hellhound, all angry and drooling blood, to Killer Croc? Nothing. It's just another beast out for their blood.

The bus hitches to a final stop and you get off, near the heart of Gotham. Camp owns an apartment they use as their Gotham home base. You’ll start the Cull here and end it there, too. You wonder when your family will arrive. You know that they found out last night, as you watched through the windows as they climbed into a Camp van.

You were in bed by the time they got home, carefully ignoring the sound of them entering the house. Distantly, you could hear their whispers. Not the full things, only small snippets of conversation that relate to you.

“...(Y/N)...”

“It doesn’t….”

“...Weak!...”

You fell asleep to their thoughtlessly cruel words that night, and you made sure to be out far earlier than they’d be up waiting for you, intent on spending as much time away from them as you can. Hopefully, the Cull will save you from them. Maybe they’ll forget about you all over again, letting you fade into the background again, nothing more than the normal one.

You open the door of the apartment complex, hurrying through the halls and into the elevator. You press the button for the fourth floor, watching blankly as you pass the prior numbers. It’s all so close, now. In just a few hours, you’ll be fighting for your life. All of Gotham will be asleep, ignorant to the real monsters in their home city.

You’ll protect them all.

From block to block, borough to borough, you’ll keep them all safe. The elevator stops, and to step out to walk to the apartment door. You fiddle with your keys, unlocking the door and sliding in. There’s a few dim lights scattered about, illuminating eleven figures.

Katie Gardner, Travis Stoll, June Woods, Clarisse La Rue, Mary Leblanc, Will Solace, Lucy Black, and Jamie.

Your eyes widen at the sight of your friend. You had no idea that he’d be here today! He smiles tiredly at you, doing a two finger salute in a greeting. Smiling at him, you go and sit by his side. Clarisse stands just as you sit, looking out at you all.

“As you know, some of the Justice League will be involved in this year’s culling. We’ve supplied them with Celestial Bronze weapons, and Lady Hekate pulled the mist from their eyes. We’ll be working in groups of six. Three Demigods, three heroes.”

You nod, fiddling with your bracelet. You’ve named it doron, for gift. It was the first thing you ever got from your mother, and your most cherished. It’ll protect you well, tonight. You look to Clarisse, raising your hand.

She points to you, silently telling you to ask your question.

“Who’s working with who?”

“I was getting to that.” She says, deadpan.

You scowl at her, chewing on her lip.

“Katie, June, and I will be with the Flash, Wonder Woman, and Superboy. Travis, Mary, and Lucy will be with Batman, Wondergirl, and Red Hood-” You sigh in relief, “And (Y/N), Will, and Jamie will be with Superman, Impulse, and Nightwing.”

Fuck. Fucking shit. You try not to let the panic show on your face, reaching out to clutch at Jamie’s hand. He squeezes it reassuringly, tapping his foot in a panicked beat.

Clarisse barrels on, uncaring, “We’ll meet at eight today and get everything in place. Ensure they understand we’re doing it our way, never theirs.”

She takes it personally, you can tell. Something must have happened during the discussions. You don’t care much, though, a bit distracted of being on a team with your older brother. Your eyes flick to the clock. It’s seven. One more hour before you’re face to face with your family, walking them through the yearly massacre held in Gotham.

You’re so fucked.

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Wonder Woman is leading them through a recap. Discussing do’s and don’ts, how they differ from baseline humans. She’s particularly focused on Bruce, who’d made the mistake of condemning the demigods who had killed.

He said they were cruel, and that nothing - even winning those wars - warranted so much death on their part. He said they should be jailed.

Clarisse, Dick thinks her name was, was royally pissed. She had turned on him, eyes wild, and spat, “Do you have it in you to lock up your own child?

The room had gone silent. Clarisse, breathing heavily, stared hin down and said, “(Y/N) did the most damage out of all of us. They fought for their survival. For our survival. You want to persecute them for that?”

Bruce hadn’t been able to answer. Mostly because Clarisse had been led out of the room and hadn’t returned. That was when Wonder Woman had taken over, explaining (Y/N)’s ancestry. She admitted that Clarisse would have known more, and she’d try to get her to talk the next day, but she hadn’t been with Wonder Woman this morning, apparently with the demigods in charge of the Cull.

Wonder Woman was still talking, saying, “They’re unconventional. They’re used to fighting with what they have, so they’ll probably make use of their surroundings. Including you.”

Dick nods. Bruce, beside him, grunts. His hands are clenched, tightening in a rhythm. He’s stressed. They all are, really. They hadn’t thought (Y/N) was so… scarred. They hadn’t even noticed! The poor thing must have been so scared. They couldn’t go to their family for help with the monsters following them… They hadn’t even been to camp! What if they were homesick, those summers spent away?

He frowns. Jason bumps his shoulder, looking at him through his helmet. Jason had taken it hard. It was different, but he knew what it was like to fight. He knew what it was like to be so scared, but unable to do anything but face it. It’s horrifying. 

They can fix it. After all this, they can talk to (Y/N) and fix it all. They must be so tired! It’s okay, though. Because they can rest with the family. It’s okay.

Diana’s voice filters through his senses again, “We’ll be meeting them at their safehouse in half an hour. From there, we’ll help with their preparations. They’re setting up some seals to keep monsters in, and preparing the spell to put most humans to sleep. That will happen around… twelve? one? It takes them a while to prepare themselves.”

They approach the Zeta tubes. Diana pauses, looking out at them. Her eyes stop on Dick, Bruce, and Jason. A silent plead to stay calm, a silent message.

They are strong enough.

“You remember your groups? Good. Gods help us all.”

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bye i just realised i didnt ask anonymously ☠️☠️

no ur so real for this I've done it too

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hi!! its the first ask anon (im signing off with 🍎). you say diana knows about the camp.. has she ever interacted with y/n before? also ooo.. doesnt talk about camp anymore... man i love when the mc is miserable and alonr it just makes me so 🐎🐎🐎!!!

and dukes "like calls to like"... BROO im so happy hes been given attention in ur series, def onr of my top batman faves.

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hii omg I have an emoji anon I'm going to explode

Diana does know about camp, but reader tried to avoid her during their camp years. reader hasn't been to camp since just after the giant war for a few reasons, but mainly trauma

Duke deserves so much more attention than he gets i love him so much

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I'm so sk so excited for the next chapter!!

I'm so curious, like what's going on???

Do the JL already know about the demigods, or are they just being involved in whatever for the first time

Love the story and can't wait to see the batfams reaction to reader being a demigod and how much danger she's in

Diana knows about camp, but she's the only one rn lol...

the league knows that demigods exist, but not that the large entities like chb and camp Jupiter, exist.

as for their reactions... 👀👀👀

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two. news travels

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a/n. this fic does have a male love interest btw, he's just taking a minute to pull up!! also sorry this is short it'll get longer as the plot builds I pinky promise

You’re eating lunch. You attend Gotham Prep, like Damian and Duke. Despite that, you run in entirely different circles. Damian sticks close to two people, while Duke has a larger group. You sit next to the three other demigods that call Gotham home.

Elyse Alarie, a daughter of Demeter, Alec James, a son of Hypnos, and Jamie Brooks, son of Dionysus. Mr. D and Chiron had pulled some strings (used the mist) to get you all in the same school, and it’s one of the greatest things to ever happen to you.

Jamie tears into his soggy chicken tenders,  popping the pieces into his mouth as he analyzes you, “Why do you look like that?”

You narrow your (e/c) eyes at him, raising a single brow, “Like what?”

“Like you’re going to shit.”

Alec groans, taking off his glasses to rub his eyes, “Be so serious.”

You roll your eyes, taking a bite of a fry, “It’s happening next week.”

They all blink at you, Elyse saying, “What?”

You sigh, “It. Y’know, happens once a year?

Jamie gets it first, saying, “Oh. Oh! Already?”

You nod, slumping over, “We’re so cooked.”

Elyse nods, stealing a fry, “Especially considering they’re telling the Justice League.”

You freeze. Your fry flops pathetically from your hands into the ketchup, slowly drowning in the thick red condiment as you stare blankly at your friend. Elyse is blissfully unaware of how she just ruined your life, and is more concerned with the state of your french fry, pulling your tray over to her so she can fish it out with another fry.

“They’re telling the League?” You ask, eyes wide as your hands shift, clenching the table tightly.

Alec looks to you, “Yeah, did camp not tell you?”

Jamie elbows him, “Dude! Be sensitive, they don’t talk to camp much, anymore.”

Alec apologizes as you wave him off, slumping forward, “The bats are going to be involved, then…”

Elyse perks up, “Oh! I didn’t even think of that!”

“It’ll make it easier. Last month, Signal saw me stab an empousa and we made eye contact for like… three seconds before I put him to sleep,” Alec complains.

Jamie pats him on the back roughly, laughing at him.

Elyse rolls her eyes as she slides the tray back to you, and you stop it with your hand. You eat another fry as you listen to your friends talk, your brows furrowed nervously.

This is bad. The cull is bad enough, with the uncertainty of which demigods won’t sell you out. That entire weekend would be spent watching your back, hands tight on your sword until every other demigod left the city bounds. Now, though, you’re faced with the startling realization that your lives are about to collide.

Batman is a part of the Justice League. As one of the demigods participating in the cull in his damn city, he’ll have to know about you. He’ll see you. Maybe he won’t recognize you? You keep your head down at dinner, you don’t make eye contact with any of them. As long as you don’t draw their attention, you might get away with it.

You might stay out of their eyes… invisible, alone.

Invisibility is safety. If they don’t notice you, they can’t catch you. Can’t kill you. Can’t take you. Your eyes drift over to Damian, and then to Duke. You chew on your lip, a frown on your face as you watch your ‘brothers’. Just for a moment, you beg for them to look at you.

They don’t. They never fucking do.

(Damian’s eyes flicker to you, for just a moment.  He knows who you are, vaguely, and for a second, he sees something on you. Something on your cheek. Duke watches you for longer, eyes squinted as he looks at you. You’re familiar. Like calls to like.)

・┆✦ʚ♡ɞ✦ ┆・

Every time you see them that night is spent shooting them sly, quick looks. You scan their faces for hints of knowledge, anything pointing to them knowing what you are.

It scares you. It’s one thing to be a demigod, to have divinity for a Mother. You’re intrinsically different, built in a manner that defies the human anatomy. More machination than human, you are. Your mom certainly tried to prevent that, plying you with love and care, but she died.

She died, and you spent more company with her ghost, and the flighty goddess you call Mother than your father. You have Alfred, at least. He’s willing to bandage your cuts, pressing gentle kisses to the split skin and placating you with kind words.

You love Alfred, and you know he loves you. Despite all that love, he’s your father’s, before he’s yours. He, and the children he notices, will always take priority. Besides, you’re a mature kid. You can handle it, right? You can be alone, staring at your scarred face.

You sigh to yourself. You still haven’t seen anything in their eyes, so you assume they haven’t been told yet. Yet is important, because you know it’s coming. One day, you’ll get home from school and they’ll be there, wariness in their eyes. They’ll stare you down, and you will know.

Another place where you aren’t safe. Gotham will become the wolves’ den, sharp teeth doomed to dig into your flesh, tearing your wings until you are downed and doomed for death. Left for the monsters to nip at your body or to be dragged from Gotham into a cage; golden and glittering, but still a cage. Always a cage.

You consider it, for a moment. Your family won’t kill you. They’re strict in their rules, following their morals to the grave. They won’t kill you, but they won’t keep you. They barely see you as it is. It’ll be easy for them to make you leave, and then Gotham will take you. No matter what, you will end up abandoned.

You clench your fists. In the hallway, far from the main wing, you stand still. Closing your eyes, you hear that no one’s there, not as far as you can hear. You lean against the wall, sighing deeply as you stare at the floor. You’ll be okay.

You’re (Y/N) fucking (L/N). Sure, it’s legally Wayne, but that doesn’t matter. Your life didn’t end when Silena died, or when you turned eighteen. It’s not going to end when your family finds out what you are. You’ll push through, and you’ll be better.

You have to.

[heartsongss]

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[heartsongss]

reader's a child of aphrodite??!! do they have the charm speak ability? also man im investing in this series from now,, i miss pjo so much. from that side, are they more of a background character (like silena), side character (like thalia) or a part of the main main six?

first ask i love you anon

reader does in fact have charm speak, but they don't use it much for a few reasons. one is just how I plan on Gotham working, which will be explained l8r

reader is a side character to the pjo books. they didn't go on any quests, but they're friends with annabeth and a few other important demigods, and works with them (which i teased).

they were minorly involved in the war. they had some big scenes in tlo (which I'll show l8r)

and since this is a place to talk about it, trials of apollo hasn't happened yet, and may not. Just im case 👀👀

Anyway tysm for the ask I would die for you

[heartsongss]

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Gotham is a land against Gods. Something from it’s years of corruption has soured the place against the divine, keeping them back from the city. It does the opposite for monsters. They fester and breed, here, feeding on the pain and sorrow the city creates with every gasping breath.

You find the monsters to be a necessary evil. No one bats an eye at a girl fighting off some ‘drunken man’, and if they see a single eye? Scarecrow must be out. Your father is busy being Batman, and you’re normally quick enough to kill the monster before he arrives. One time, you stayed long enough to watch his confusion, snickering to yourself as he dragged a hand through the golden dust left behind.

Besides, most of your time is spent in public or indoors, which saves you a lot of trouble. Even monsters are smart enough not to attack in public, afraid to start the demigods' yearly divine-ordained Gotham Cull. You attend school at Gotham Prep, and are dropped off and picked up by Alfred.

An ordinary life. It’s something most demigods don’t get, something you weren’t met for. Your mom said you were the kind of person to be remembered, a shining star to illuminate lives. At the time, you had taken pride in it. Now? Now, you wish she’d never told you that. A life spent shining is a life spent dying, you’ve learned.

You’re fine, though. No Gods to watch you, no Monsters capable of killing you. Sure, your father forgets you exist, but safety is more important. You keep this thought in your mind even as you stare down at your dinner, listening to them talk about some hangout they had without you.

“We should go again!” Dick says in between bites, using his fork to make a sweeping circular gesture.

Your father grunts in response as the rest of his children make various noises of agreement. You don’t even know what they were doing. You don’t particularly care - or, you try not to.

Your food tastes like ash in your mouth as they talk. Crumbles in your mouth, sticking to your throat as you fight the urge to gag, and suddenly steak becomes flesh and you can smell it-

You scoop the last bite into your mouth, standing up. They don’t notice as you do, still talking. Well, not until you brush past them, drawing Dick’s eye. He looks shocked, as if he forgot you were there. His eye flashes down to your necklace, the one from camp, and his mouth opens, forming a word he can’t begin because you’re leaving.

You mutter a thoughtless, “Good evening,” as you go.

You feel his eyes following you for a moment, the pressure like oil down your throat. It only lasts for a second before he returns back to his family just before you turn the corner, leaving you to your solitude. You sigh, climbing the stairs to your room.

You pay attention to the sound of the door, waiting for the satisfying click that separates you from them. Then, you go to your vanity. It was Alfred’s doing, having brought it to you on your fifteenth birthday. It was your grandmother’s apparently. Dark wood and sleek, brass handles, a large silver mirror that shows you yourself with startling clarity.

You look like your mom. Save for your (e/c) eyes, which came from your Mother, you’re near identical to your mom. Well… when you’re wearing your earrings. The mist is a helpful thing, for both practical purposes and more personal ones.

It’d been a favour from Lou Ellen. A pair of earrings that would hide you. You close your eyes, take them off, and take a deep breath.

You open them. Your entire left cheek is scarred over, mottled with pale pink. The skin is waxy and misshapen, but healed. It brushes your lips, eating away at the very corner. You press your fingers to it lightly, prodding at the tissue.

The Titanomachy had been hard for everyone. You especially. After all, Silena was… everything. You had pressed your cheek to hers, uncaring of the pain as the acid seared your flesh. If Annabeth hadn’t pulled you back, you might’ve been stuck there, attached to your darling sister.

You stand up, Pushing back from the vanity as you flop forward onto your bed with a heaving sigh. Fishing your phone from your pocket, thankfully untraceable thanks to Leo, you see a notification from a dead groupchat.

Your heart drops to your stomach, bile rising your throat as the message - only a few fucking words, how could they affect you so much - rests innocuously on your screen.

the bats but better and also not the bats at all

Chiron: Next week.

Fuck.

・┆✦ʚ♡ɞ✦ ┆・

“They looked… odd.”

“You’ve been saying that about everyone, recently.”

“Well, yeah! They stopped… yknow, from affecting us. I’m seeing everyone differently.”

“(Y/N)’s normal. More normal than us, anyway.”

Dick sighs, “I’m sure you’re right.”

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