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caleb catch up series! 

synopsis: a caleb version to every lads fic i've written prior to his release ^^ you can read the others' versions linked in the title!

warning/s: none! enjoy

note/s: wow i'm actually so glad i got to finish this because i've been wanting to do this since his release but i didn't get the time but i do hope you enjoy ^^ <3

she's with me

synopsis: his reaction when someone tries to flirt with you.

you have no idea why you agreed to this. you think to yourself as you lounge in the lobby of caleb’s dormitory, waiting for him to get changed so he can flaunt you to the DAA. there were insistent rumors about how caleb was being all chummy with a batchmate of his and to say that he was pissed would’ve been a massive understatement. 

in his eyes, there was no one else but you and to hear his name be lumped around with a random girl that he probably glanced at for half a second, he knew he had to fix things. and what better way to do that than to have his “ms. apple” arrive and spend a day with him to show her the things he does in university? 

but god was he taking so long. 

you’ve already finished the drink he left you, you’ve already read through the magazines made for guests and made friendly talk with the lady at the front desk. 

caleb truly had a knack of making you wait for him. 

it was by the second re-read of the magazine when you heard a cough break your trance. 

you look up from the couch you sat on, a startled expression passes your face for a split second before you give the stranger in front of you a polite smile. 

in front of you stood a student that was probably the same age as you, donned in a DAA uniform and was looking at you with a friendly expression. 

“i apologize for interrupting you but i couldn’t help but notice that i don’t recognize your face anywhere. are you new here?” he asks, you shook your head and pointed towards the general direction of the dorms. 

“i’m waiting for someone.” you explained. “he said he’s gonna show me around but he’s taking so long.” you say. the stranger flinched at the information that you were accounted for, however, he believed that it was said with no malice and that you were waiting for a brother… or a gay best friend, or someone platonic. 

“i could wait with you if you’d like.” the stranger says and you decline his offer politely. “no thank you, i think he’s on the way down.” 

“i insist.” you blinked, not exactly knowing what to say but let out a hum in acknowledgement nonetheless. 

“...alright then.”

it was awkward. 

how couldn’t it be? the student was trying to converse with you and no matter how much you try to answer politely or cut the conversation short, it seemed like there was an endless list of questions that he was asking. 

and the funny thing is you still didn’t know his name, not that you needed to. you didn’t really care. 

god, what was taking caleb so long? 

“would you mind leaving me alone? i’d like to wait for my boyfriend in peace.” you interrupted him before he could ask another question. the student’s eyes widened, mouth left hanging open. he looked like a fish out of water and if it were any other situation, you would’ve found it amusing. 

“you have a boyfriend?!” you nod, “why didn’t you tell me?!”

your brows furrowed. “with the amount of questions you asked, that one never came up so how was i supposed to tell you?” the student looked very much different from the sweet one that asked you questions. 

it was as if he flipped a switch knowing that you were taken. the student’s face turns a shade of red. 

“you liked the attention, didn’t you?!” what is up with men and their egos? 

huh? you were so confused. you didn’t even ask for him to stay, hell. you were even being so nice in entertaining his questions as dull and boring as they were. 

“you had a boyfriend and you liked me chatting you up!” 

“how is it my fault that i held no malice towards you?” “shut up! you’re such a sl–” 

before the student could even finish his sentence, you hear a resounding voice from behind you, a heavy arm slumped around your shoulders.

“what seems to be the problem here.” caleb. 

you both wanted to kiss his cheek for finally coming to your rescue or smack him upside the head because he took so long. 

“c-cal— wha–? huh? caleb, what’re you doing here?” the student sputtered out. caleb raises his brow at the suddenly nervous student. 

“i live here.” 

“oh.” the student laughs awkwardly before he tried making small talk.

caleb huffs before the arms on your shoulders slide down to your waist. caleb’s demeanor shifts, his eyes squint into a glare, face devoid of any emotion and it almost sends a shiver down your spine. 

“now why were you causing a scene with my girlfriend?” the student gulps before he tries to stammer out an excuse. 

poor guy looked like he was about to piss himself from caleb’s stare alone. and truthfully? he was. not only did he try flirting with a stranger, he tried flirting with the campus superstar’s girlfriend. he’s unsure if he could ever show his face again if news got out. 

“caleb.” you call his attention and suddenly the glare disappears from his eyes, a smile on his face as he lets out an affectionate hum. 

“yes, pipsqueak?” 

“we’re gonna be late for your training. he isn’t worth it.” you say, squeezing the fingers that were wrapped around your waist. 

caleb’s head snaps back at the student, he gives him a once-over before he looks back at you and nods. 

“scram.” the student all but bolts out the scene with his figurative tail tucked between his legs. 

caleb turns to you with a smile but you didn’t return it as you hit his chest. 

“i could’ve handled that, you know?” 

“i know, buuut” caleb grins. “isn’t it cute to see your big strong boyfriend stand up for you?” you rolled your eyes. 

“my big strong boyfriend takes longer than me to change clothes so he owes me food now.” you say, taking his hand off and walking away, leaving caleb to stare at your retreating figure, amused. 

“yes ma’am.” 

that boy is mine 

synopsis: you see a girl getting a little too close to your boyfriend, he responds in kind.

caleb’s popularity was definitely a double edged sword. you loved that he gained the praise and recognition that he deserves, he was a role model… and the free stuff he gets is only a little bonus since if you liked it, it would immediately go to you, no questions asked. 

however the downside to this was that everyone craves to take the shining star for themselves. it was human greed at its finest, they wanted to get even a little piece of caleb and to have a lowkey relationship with the man that everyone pined for was definitely not a good mix. 

it was surprising that you and caleb managed to make it work through highschool with that type of dynamic. you swore that was one of the hardest things to do and that you’d never do it again. 

so why did you and caleb talk about entering your high school reunion separately as opposed to entering together? you argued that it was because you’d rather not explain yourselves to irrelevant people that you used to go to highschool with. 

caleb, although a bit bothered, let you do as you pleased as he entered the venue ten minutes later. 

almost immediately, he was swarmed with his former teammates, the former cheerleaders and even his old history teacher— which was wholesome. however, caleb couldn’t help the feeling of emptiness beside him. he could easily leave the little huddle that his former acquaintances made and head over to you who was looking pretty and chatting with your friends, but he decided that it wasn’t the time as he smiles and converses with his former team. 

“is that caleb?!” caleb puts on his usual boyish smirk as he turns towards the voice only for it to drop as he realizes that it was mandy. the former head cheerleader, also the leech that he could not get off. 

mandy was your typical high school mean girl, the popular one who thinks that the world revolves around her and that she can have whatever and whoever she wants. 

and it was no secret that she wanted caleb. still do. however, it was blatantly obvious that caleb wanted nothing to do with her back then, and definitely not now. 

“mandy.” he acknowledged her with a nod, mandy grins, as she tries to pull him into a hug. 

“caleb! it’s been so long–” caleb dodged the hug.  “oh, you’ve always been so silly!” mandy giggles, trying to play it off while she stands beside caleb. 

caleb could see her little posse of friends giggle amongst themselves. caleb sighs internally. they have definitely peaked in highschool. 

“so, how have you been, caleb?” he mentally cringes at the way mandy tries to make his name sound sultry. 

“fine.” he responds curtly, physically turning away from her to converse with his former teammate. but it seemed like mandy didn’t like that as she walked between caleb and his friend. 

“what are you guys talking about?” she bats her eyelashes, placing a hand around caleb’s bicep but that only pisses caleb off as he jerks his arm away from her. 

“would you mind not touching me?” caleb asked, no humor in his tone at all as he glared at the former cheerleader. 

mandy smiled awkwardly, looking around as if she was asking if the people were seeing what she was seeing. as if she couldn’t believe that someone was rejecting her. 

“i’m just interacting with you like old times, what’s wrong with that?” she intentionally makes her voice small. as if she were tiny and pitiful and that caleb was being mean to someone so fragile like her. 

“i feel uncomfortable with you.” caleb says casually. no hidden motive behind his words but of course mandy had to twist it in her favor somehow. 

“you’re uncomfortable with me?” she giggles. “why? is it because i’m out of your league? caleb you know that’s not true. you’re perfect for me. years passed but you still look good. we’d look good together and you know that.” 

caleb wants to throw up. 

he grimaces before he looks around, trying to spot you in the crowd and he meets your eyes staring back at him, an amused expression on your face as you watch him deal with the commotion that the cheerleader caused. 

“you do know that i’m taken, right?” caleb asked, mandy’s jaw dropped, as if she couldn’t believe what she just heard. 

“what?” her question was laced with bitterness. caleb only shrugs and nods towards your direction. 

“and it’s the prettiest girl there ever was in highschool, even now.” he winks at your direction. 

from where you stood, you couldn’t hear the conversation but with the teasing action he sent your way, you knew the charade was up. you sighed, shaking your head with a smile as he walks over to you, leaving mandy to seek comfort from her little group of friends who were glaring daggers at you. 

“what’cha guys talking about?” caleb plops himself beside you, inserting himself in your conversation. your friend looks over at you then him with a confused expression. 

“we were just asking (y/n) here if she has a boyfriend.” caleb gasped, teasingly looking over at you rolling your eyes. “do you?” 

“hm… i don’t know, seemed like he was cozying up to mandy a little while ago.” you say, teasingly. 

it was then you realized that the venue was quiet and that everyone heard you imply your relationship. caleb chuckles, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you in for a swift kiss on your forehead. 

“nah.” caleb reassures.

“was just making sure she knew i was taken.”

the two of you were only together for a few minutes before caleb was taken away by his teammates, demanding to know the details of when he finally confessed to his childhood crush. turns out caleb had a crush on you since freshman year of highschool and it took sophomore year of college for him to ask you out. 

daddy i look like you

synopsis: he finds his child imitating him and his job, he gets cuteness aggression. 

his children: flynn (10), soren (8), aurielle (1)

caleb flips through another page of his book about aviation. it was a new edition, regarding a new type of aircraft that the fleet might purchase. he knew that it was his job to figure out how to toggle the future aircraft just so the old geezers couldn’t say anything about him. 

it’s been a few hours since his family left him alone in his study to focus on reading the book, he was already halfway through the first book before he was interrupted by a knock on the door. 

“yes?” the door opens and entered you who had your youngest hiked up your hip. caleb smiles at the sight before he opens his arms, welcoming you into a hug. you carefully transferred your youngest daughter in his arms. 

“hi bub.” caleb coos, wagging a finger at the easily entertained toddler. “how are you doing?” the toddler giggles, answering in babbles as she chases his finger, gnawing at it with her toothless gums. 

caleb chuckles, placing a kiss on her forehead before he turns to you. 

“to what do i owe the visit?”caleb asks. you smiled, gesturing towards the living room. “flynn and sore are playing outside, thought you might wanna check it out.” caleb cocks a brow at your ambiguous wording before he looks back at your daughter who was still gnawing at his finger.

“should i go and check it out, auri?” caleb asks, he smiles at the incoherent response that aurielle gave him. he hums in thought, as if he were holding an actual conversation with the one year old. 

“alright, let’s see what mommy wants to show me.” he follows you out, immediately smiling at the sight before him. 

the living room couches were pushed together, creating a solid space, the wooden coffee table was placed in the middle, his two sons were sitting side by side pressing on the imaginary buttons on the table. 

but the reason for caleb’s smile was his sons wearing his uniform cap. flynn wore his colonel cap while soren wore his previous cap prior to the colonel cap. 

he chuckles at the awkward fit on their heads as it kept falling off their smaller heads. 

“prepare for takeoff, general soren.” flynn says as he makes sound effects from his mouth, his fingers tapping on the coffee table. “roger, colonel flynn.” soren responds. 

“destination, cool town.”

their father leans on the doorframe, your sons still haven’t noticed him as they played pretend on the couch. 

“mayday, mayday, mayday!” flynn suddenly yells, soren giggles before he yells into his imaginary mic “brace for impact!”

the two of them, as if in synch, jump off the couches, groaning and rolling playfully on the carpeted floor. 

caleb chuckles. the two boys freeze as they hear the sound. 

“dad!” “dad!” they grinned before running to their father, the caps falling off their heads. it was a miracle it didn’t fall off when they jumped off the couch. 

“whoah there. auri might fall.” caleb gestures for you to take your youngest, and when you do, his two boys jump him. he effortlessly lifts them both and walks over to the couch, playfully tossing them on the cushions. 

“that was quite a scenario, colonel flynn, general soren.” he says, flynn and soren salutes. “think you can land the plane safely next time?”

“dad you should’ve seen our landing yesterday! we nailed that!” caleb nods, “okay, okay. i believe you.” 

flynn pouts. “dad, when are you taking us out on a flight.” soren nods, goading his older brother’s words. “yeah! we wanna go to cool town. you said that’s where the cool people live!” 

caleb hums in thought. “maybe when you’re older.” his two sons groan at the answer. 

“come on daaaad—” “yeah, come oooonn—” caleb huffs out a laugh as he stared at two pairs of eyes that reflect his and yours. 

“dad, there’s a really cool lego set that’s out!” soren remembers with a gasp, running out and coming back in with a picture of the technic concorde. it was almost laughable how much his genes have spread because the model that soren showed him was already on the way to their house as a surprise. 

“can we get it, please?” flynn asked, caleb hummed in thought. “have you boys been studying properly?” 

the boys groaned. “yes. we have to! how else could we be pilots like you, dad?” caleb almost wants to say that elementary grades held no grounds for becoming a pilot but he could already imagine the look on your face if you heard that.

“i also finished the plane book you gave me!” flynn said proudly. caleb already knew that flynn probably skipped all the pages of information and focused on the cool fighter aircraft models but it still warmed his heart to see his boys so passionate over what he does. 

“really?” caleb challenges. “why don’t you get your book and show me, if you answer my questions right, i’ll get you your toy.”

flynn and soren’s faces lit up before they ran to their room and took the book caleb gave. caleb smirked, knowing fully well he can just make up questions as he goes. 

aurielle was placed back on his lap, grinning as she holds out a little plane plushie. caleb looks at you with a fond smile. 

“we have a perfect family, don’t we?” caleb asks rhetorically, already knowing your answer. 

you did. and caleb couldn’t wait to add more to it.

p-p-p-poker face, f-f-fuck her face

synopsis: determined to break your boyfriend’s facade. you suck him off while he’s doing something important <3 

“wanna come for a fly?” famous last words spoken by caleb.

what was meant to be a little cute flying date turned out to be a series of him trying to regain control of his sanity before he crashes the plane with the both of you in it. 

here he was listening to the VHF radio, hearing his colleague talk about the altitude and other airplane jargon that you honestly did not care about. 

caleb looked fucking good in his colonel uniform and you were just about to show him how much you appreciated it. who could blame you as you pawed his trousers down and mouthed at his soft— turning hard cock. 

god. you felt so good. caleb thinks to himself as he thrusts his hips towards your wide-opened mouth, letting him control the pace as his gaze focuses on the clouds before him. 

the two of you were alone in his jet, thousands of feet in the air with no fixed destination.

gag. caleb was so close to landing the plane on some deserted island just to finish what you started. 

“your colleague’s saying something.” you mumble against his cock, pressing kisses along the length of his girth. caleb hisses as your tongue traces his slit, spitting on it as you jerked his cock causing him to physically jump, the control wheel in his hand slipping slightly at the sudden feeling. 

“pipsqueak– fuck. do you want me to ah—shit. crash this plane?“ he hisses out a question but makes no move to stop you. 

you hummed, responding “i know you won’t.” before taking him as far as you could in your throat. 

“oh. fuck.” caleb’s eyes fall into a close as his grip on the control wheel tightens. 

your mouth felt like heaven, your hands pumped whatever couldn’t fit in his mouth and he could almost cum at the softness of your skin against his. 

“you’re throbbing, hehe!” you giggled before watching his angry cock bob against his stomach as you removed your hold on him. 

caleb almost growls at your teasing ways. you’re pushing him because you know that he can’t do anything at the moment. not when your lives are at his hands. 

“ baby, i swear.” caleb hisses under his breath as you take a hold of him once more, tongue tracing protruding veins of his cock. 

you moaned, closing your eyes as you gagged on his thickness, spit running down at the side of your lips as you couldn’t take any more of him, your eyes opened and you see him looking back down at you, biting his lip as your eyes watered. 

that seemed to do it as caleb punches a button on the cockpit, both his hands on your head as he guides you on his length, hips stuttering against your throat. 

“c-caleb…” you coughed as he gives you time to breathe, the tip of his cock only inches away from your mouth. “w-wha–”

“autopilot.” he answers the question forming in your head. 

“don’t tell me you’re getting tired now, pipsqueak.” he teases, eyes darkening as he looks at your lewd face, his thumb tracing your lips. a smirk formed on his face as you sucked his thumb while looking straight at him. 

“we have a long flight ahead.”

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Scrumptious

Widows rest

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

Warning: contains avengers infinity war spoilers, black widow spoilers, graphic violence, blood, poor writing, possible ooc,

Part 17: oopsie-daisies

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“can you even properly see over the dash?”

Damian rolls his eyes exaggeratedly as he scowls in your direction quickly before his eyes return to the road, he hits the brakes a little too hard and you're certain he's trying to get you to choke on your juice, the little bastard-

“Do you think I'd pick a car I couldn't properly operate.”

He sounds so offended that you have to hold in a snicker, to be completely fair to him he's doing pretty good, He clearly knows all the traffic laws and he looks comfortable with himself, guess those alleged lessons with dick are going well?

“I'm allowed to express concern you know, it's a valid question when my life is at stake here.” you hide your smirk by turning your head to stare out the dark tinted window at the dark Gotham streets, the street level looks different at night. You'd asked about the legality of the tinted glass earlier and all you got was a ‘people don't care about those things here’ from the preteen, whatever the fuck that means.

Damian's huffy reply drags your gaze back to him before you can get lost in thought. “if you're so worried I'll crash how come you're sitting like that? You know you're at increased risk of injury, right.” it's your turn to roll your eyes when he throws a pointed look at your shoes propped up on the wooden dash,

“Maybe I'm testing my luck, God can't catch me lacking twice in a row or whatever you kids say these days.” you snicker unashamedly when Damian groans in that way teenagers do when they're feeling secondhand embarrassment, who knew you'd enjoy tormenting a child.

He gapes at you in a look of horror usually reserved for boomers, you're surprised he didn't throw your juice out the window or something. “I hate you. Don't use those words again please.”

“Don't be a hater, I came with you to help you get over your fratricidal tendencies not give you incentive.” you openly laugh when his jaw clenches and he sighs loudly, refusing to even look in your direction.

“I'm putting you in a bad retirement home.”

“Shush and focus on the road, if you crash I'm not paying.” you stare out the window again while loudly sipping your drink out of pettiness . “obviously father would pay for any damages done in a hypothetical crash.”

Another eye roll, maybe you two are actually secretly related or something.

“I meant the food, kiddo.” He looks at you like you just stepped on his dog's foot, huffing through his nose at you while a comfortable silence settles over the car for a few moments. You doubt this is what Damian wanted you to join him for, but he doesn't look unhappy to have you along.

Eventually he pulls the car into a parking lot, and throws it in park, something called a batburger sits in front of you.

The parking lots practically empty, odd this time of evening. Damian's unbuckling his seatbelt so clearly he intends to go in regardless of the eerie feeling. You're not letting him go in there alone so you unbuckle your self and start to open the door.

“whatever you're getting I'm getting, so pick something actually decen-”

You're debating whether it's safer for the kid to stay in the car or come in with you when something cold suddenly presses against your temple, you don't even have to look to know what exactly it is, you've been in this situation before after all.

“No sudden moves, Wayne.”

Wow, you didn't even have to get out of the car to get a gun to the face.

It's hard to see much of him with the position your heads stuck in, a dark wool coat and dark jeans is what's most visible in your peripheral, average height, the slight tremor against your skull tells you enough about the guy. The strong scent of too many cigarettes can't quite cover his nerves.

“Easy there…. Not in front of the kid.” Your eyes dart towards Damian while your voice trembles, shaking hands raising in front of you slowly. Damian's own hands raise when the guy leans down to glance in the car window at him, giving you get a good look at his face now, or rather what's visible above the bandana covering his nose and mouth.

Shaggy hair, grey eyes and a clear scar from a recently healed broken nose bridge fills your peripheral, he scrutinizes you both with clearly forced vitriol.

“The kid's gonna be just fine if you keep your pretty little mouth shut and do as I say, you and I are gonna take a little walk so your baby doesn't get scared. Just down that alley, if you make any funny moves I'll light up the car.” The mans voice is raspy, smelling strongly of cigarette as he nudges your head with the barrel of the handgun.

Wanting just you to move to a secondary location? That can't happen, you're not leaving a kid alone in Gotham with who-knows-what.

“Okay…. I'm reaching for the door…” you announce your moves before you do anything so he doesn't get trigger happy, Damian reacts strongly to your words and grabs your arm tightly. “what? No! You're not leaving.”

The man snarls and points the gun right at Damian. “You shut your mouth before I shut your parents mouth-ack!”

Pointing the gun at Damian's head was the last straw. You grab the gun as quickly as possible, hand squeezing around the barrel and slide as tight as you can shoving his hand up towards the roof of the car while at the same time slamming your weight into the partially open door, it slams into the man's gut before he can finish his threat.

With his grip on it sufficiently loosened you twist it out of his grasp and all but throw the magazine out and pull the slide back to make sure there's nothing in the chamber, the moron didn't even have it properly loaded. When he grunts outside the car you quickly turn your body towards the door and donkey kick it as hard as you can, once again slamming the metal into the man when he tried to recover from the shock.

“You fucking bit-” you roll your eyes while climbing out of the car and standing over the fallen would-be attacker, his nose crunches sickeningly under your shoe when you kick him.

“Oops, right on that scar too. What a shame.” You hear Damian climb out of the car but you don't pay him any mind as you roll the bleeding guy over with your shoe, the man yanks his bandana down and you get an eyeful of his bleeding broken nose and tobacco stained teeth bared in a snarl.

“What the fucks wrong with you-” you kick him in the gut this time and he tries to grab your leg with his bloody hands, you quickly sidestep and when he gets in his hands and knees you grab the car door again, this time he screams when the metal slams against his head.

“What's your angle here.” Your voice is dead calm as you look down at the struggling man, eyes darting around while you make sure no one's sneaking up on you during your little interrogation attempt.

“go to hell!” When the man tries to spit blood on your feet you reach through the open car door and grab the gun, pressing it against his temple in a mirrored mockery of how all this started.

You watch his breathing change as he meets your stare, his bloodshot eyes darting between the handgun and your cold expression quickly. “That's not what I asked, what was your plan here. Just looking for some quick pocket change? Or did your friends put you up to this?”

His Adams apple bobs as he swallows thickly, you can practically see the gears turning in his head as he thinks about how to respond.

“…I'd rather die than tell you anything, rich bastard!”

“You hesitated.” you cock the hammer slowly. “You're staring down the barrel of a gun while talking about dying, you're clearly with someone. what do they have over your head that's so important, information? Debt?”

You notice in your peripheral damian circling around the car and he's standing close behind you, his stance wide and his head turning quickly. Is he watching your back?

“Are you a fucking cop or something? Shut your dirty who-” a smack from the gun silences the attacker quickly enough, he spits out more blood before glaring up at you weakly, the fear apparent in his body language. “I didn't tell you to question me.”

He scowls up at you weakly, blood and tears dripping down his face from the broken nose.

“…you're not getting nothing outta me, you don't know what real issues are up in your big shiny estate acting like you're above us all. Like you own Gotham and everyone in it. they're gonna burn all you son's a bitches to the ground someday, you'll know who owns who then.”

Wow did he practice that in the mirror, you're unimpressed as you stare down at him after he finishes his monologue.

“So you're part of the pyromaniac's club then, figures.”

His eyes widen. “wh-what?” he quickly tries to grab at your face with his blood streaked hands, clearly in some kind of panic.

He goes very still when the gun barrel is jammed in his mouth, scraping against his teeth while he stares up at you with wide, teary eyes. He shakily grabs at your wrists but doesn't make and sudden moves, guess you finally scared him straight.

“holy shit stop!” a gloved hands grabs at your shoulders and tries to yank the gun from your grasp, you nearly lash out at the attacker before you recognize the cape and cowl, rolling your eyes when you realize it's one of the heroes here.

“easy, cape. It's not what it looks like.”

You let red Robin pull you away from the guy, he nearly slams you down against the car hood while he tries to wrestle the gun from you, guess he doesn't believe you.

“it's not loaded, relax!” You grunt at the rough treatment, hand relaxing and allowing the young hero to pry it from your fingers and check that it's indeed not loaded and therefore not deadly. this body really isn't used to this kind of abuse yet…

You didn't expect Damian to jump in though.

Smaller hands rip the tight grip off your wrists and he roughly pushes the hero away enough that you can straighten up again. “oh my God can you fuck off!? This doesn't concern you!” Damian cussing out the hero is….. Surprising.

“Doesn't ’concern me’? I think someone getting brutalized in a public parking lot is cause for concern, kid.”

“I think you should be more focused on the man who threatened our lives, kid.” Damian crosses his arms over his chest with the biggest scowl on his face you've seen yet, you don't know what his beef is with the vigilante but this is….. Personal?

Red Robin scoffs at presumably the both of you and quickly goes to zip tie the man still in the ground, you can feel the wariness radiating off him even without seeing his expression at all. You step between him and Damian out of some unfamiliar instinct.

“Damian, please let me handle this.” Your voice is firm as you turn to address the hero. “The man attacked me and…. My child, attempted to kidnap me and threatened to murder the boy. You might not like how it looks but I did my job as a guardian.”

Red Robin glances at you for a moment with an unreadable expression while he checks over the guy, when he pulls ductape and a syringe from one of the wool coat pockets he finally seems to get over himself a bit, shoulders dropping as he pulls an evidence bag out of a belt pouch.

“you probably gave him PTSD and a concussion.” his voice of still firm, chastising you for how you handled things as if he knows best.

It pisses you right off immediately, you know for a fact that the vigilantes have done worse in this city. You're keeping watch of them through the news after all. He's a damn hypocrite who thinks you should've laid down and taken it like a lamb, left the child to his own devices so you didn't make ripples in their pond. your eyes narrow as your tone goes much colder when you reply to him.

“Good, maybe he'll learn something from it, I did.”

His head whips towards you as he stands up, shock apparent in his unsure stance while he looks you up and down.

“…. Just…. Go home. I'm getting this man to a hospital.”

One brow quirks up as you give him an incredulous look, your eyes dart to the dented and slightly blood spattered car door before looking back at the caped vigilante.

“I think the cops are gonna want to speak to me about this.”

He shakes his head and lifts his hand to his head like he's gonna run his hands down his face or over his scalp, but stops himself so his hand just drops awkwardly.

“I'll handle that right now, someone will talk to you later…just get out.”

You intend to protest, tell him you know what the protocol is in these situations but he just points at the car like you're a dog he's sending to a crate.

Damian tugs on your jacket and you finally break your stare down with the hero, wordlessly he gestures with his head towards the car so you comply, fishing the magazine and loose bullets out of the cushions which you hand to the vigilante.

“here's some evidence, I think there's DNA in the door locks too, I'll tell our butler not to touch it.”

your voice is clipped, as soon as he takes them from your grasp and starts to tuck them into an evidence bag you turn away and cross around the car, Damian doesn't question you when your slide into the driver's seat, just gets in your previous spot, ignoring the fine misted blood spatter and spilled juice, in fact he doesn't say anything at all when you start to drive the car out of the parking lot.

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You know you're fucked when you walk into the manor and see Bruce on the couch alongside Alfred.

Damian speaks first, clearly trying to get ahead of the situation.

“ahem, hello father….. Me and parent went ou-” Bruce points towards the direction of the stairs in the other hall. “I know Damian. Go to your room.”

Damian looks shaken at the rough tone in Bruce's voice, his eyes darting towards you. Comfort seeking maybe? You gently pat his shoulder when he subtly leans closer to you, your eyes never leaving the two men across the room.

“…but i-” Damian tries to start again but Bruce standing up effectively silences him. “your room, Damian. I need to talk to (name) right now.”

Damian's head ducks down and he gently pushes your hand off him, wordlessly turning on his heel and leaving the room, slamming the door shut to show he's displeased as he disappears.

The room falls silent for a moment save for the echo of the door slamming into the frame, Bruce's eyes meet yours as he slowly puts his hands on his hips, you know by the tense jaw and stiff shoulders he's unhappy.

“…how come I found out you and my youngest child weren't home from commissioner Gordon of all people.” he speaks slowly, voice low as if he only wants the people in the room to hear him.

You casually cross the room to stand in front of him, a coffee table the only thing between you two. You shove your hands into your pockets with a forced casual air about you. “the kid wanted to go out so I went with him, hello to you too by the way. How was your day.”

Neither man reacts well to your sarcasm, Alfred pinches the bridge of his nose and leans his head back against the couch cushions. “Master Wayne...”

Bruce sighs deeply and crosses his arms over his chest, her slowly steps around the table so there's nothing between you. “quit the bullshit.”

Anger prickles under your skin again as they both call you out, first the hero and now them?

“what are you asking of me then, what was I supposed to do here, let the kid go out without anyone to supervise? He would've been kidnapped or worse.” your words are forcibly calm, the eye contact getting intense.

Bruce doesn't take that well though, his hands fly up and he gestures at you with clear anger while his voice rises in volume.

“You're supposed to talk to me about my kid! Even one single text would've been better than the nothing you've given me to work with! You should've said no to Damian and told me what he was up to, not this sneaking around shit-” you roll your eyes and cut him off firmly.

“oh so only you're allowed to hide things, I wonder where he's learning that.” your voice is practically a hiss, you free your hands from your pockets and cross them over your chest while stepping closer to the man.

Bruce's expression falls into something between confusion and anger, eyes flicking towards Alfred for just a second before returning to you. “…what're you talking about…”

Alfred jumps up with surprising speed for his age, he knows where this is going. “Master Wayne, Bruce, this is not the time nor the place for-”

You ignore the older man and gesture at Bruce angrily, nearly jabbing your finger into his chest. “was it a car wreck? A trip down the stairs? What's the next one gonna be Bruce? Maybe Alfred's making up evidence for a cycling incident? Gonna tell me this was a grease burn next?”

You yank the sleeve of his tee shirt up and gesture at the bandages around his bicep, he pushes your hand away and scowls at you.

“You don't get to turn this around on me (name), this is about your actions. you or Damian could've died out there, would you have bothered to tell me then?”

You nearly roll your eyes again. “I had it handled.” you snap at him louder than you intended, but you're not apologizing now. Not while you're pissed.

His nostrils flare in anger and he turns away from you to pace around the room, probably a tick when he's worked up. “I saw the pictures, I know how you ‘handled’ it. What if there was a group? Would you have ‘handled’ an organized attack, or the car getting firebombed? Goddamn it (name)! I'm supposed to keep you and the kids safe!”

You hate how he's talking about you like you're an idiot with zero preservation skills and no autonomy, you're a goddamn adult who can do what they want for crying out loud! Your next words are cruel and you know it before you even spit them out.

“Like at the charity gala?” The room goes dead silent, Bruce's expression twists as he sits back down on the couch with pained body language. His eyes don't leave your form while he seems to deflate a little, Alfred looks between the both of you silently. The old man pursing his lips and looking like he wants to intervene but thankfully he doesn't, you'd probably snap at him too for his own bullshit.

“…. That's not fair and you know it.”

Bruce's words are clipped, but he can't hide the discomfort in his body language, the crossing arms and leaning away from you even though you're not close to him indicating his hurt.

“I know it's not, that's why you need to get it through your head that sometimes shit happens out of your control. I'm going to do what I need to when things are dangerous, clearly, accept it or don't.”

Turning on your heel, You all but stomp away as Bruce calls after you to come back, you have no intention of continuing this if he's just gonna scold you with Alfred like they're your handler's. God you wish you had a punching bag right now.

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I'm Still Yours

pairing: yandere!husband!Caleb x wife!reader

tags: angst, HINTS of fluff, explosions ig, romance, pregnancy, established relationship-married, obsession, I don't even know if I can call this yandere since it's Caleb LMAO, no other descriptions except for pregnant fem reader, no beta we die like Caleb

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Caleb’s heartbeat lulled you into a sense of security as you leaned against his chest. His heartbeat was steady, strong, a reassuring rhythm beneath your fingertips. You pressed your palm to his chest, closing your eyes as his warmth wrapped around you.

“I still can’t believe it,” he murmured, his fingers brushing over the small swell of your belly. “We’re having a baby.”

You roll your eyes as a soft smile tugged at your lips. “You’ve been saying that for months, don’t you get tired of it?”

“Nope, I’ll probably keep saying it until she’s here.” Caleb bent down, pressing a kiss to your temple. “I can’t wait to meet her. My pipsqueak’s going to be a mother.”

Your fingers tightened in his uniform. “And to think the man who accidentally locked and left me in the attic is going to be a father.”

Caleb chuckled, the sound low and rich. “Hey! That was an accident. Besides, I’m going to spoil the little princess rotten, you know that?”

You laughed. “Never doubted it.”

In the blink of an eye, your very world crashed and burned.

One moment, you were laughing from his cheesy dad jokes, the next, he was ripped away from you so soon. That  violent explosion reduced your childhood home into burning rubble. The blast came without warning, its deafening boom swallowed everything in its path. You clutched your belly, your trembling hands desperate to shield the unborn life within you.

Smoke filled the air, searing your throat with every desperate breath. Through tear-filled eyes, you tried to push yourself up, your vision dimming, contrasting the fiery wreckage that had once been your safe haven. You screamed his name, your voice raw and broken, but it was futile.

Your mind refused to accept the truth.

 Your heart almost pounded out of your chest as you clawed at the debris, your hands raw from trying to find any sign of him. The heat charred your skin, and the metallic scent of blood and ash filled your nostrils, but none of it mattered. 

All that mattered was finding him.

You gasped for air, struggling to stay conscious as exhaustion and grief devoured you. Inside of you, Caleb’s permanent reminder stirred, a faint reminder that you were not entirely alone. 

But how could you go on without him? To live in a world that cruelly took him from you? A world that could take your baby too?

Your body trembled as sobs wracked your frame, the realization stabbing you in the heart. 

He was gone. 

The love of your life, the father of your child, the man who had promised to always be by your side—gone in an instant. 

And all you could do was scream his name.

It was suffocating.

Every morning, you woke up reaching for him, only to find the bed cold and empty. The silence of your room was deafening, broken only by the soft whimpers of your newborn baby—Caleb’s daughter. The symbol of the love that the two of you carefully curated over the years.

You were on maternity leave, which meant endless hours spent alone, caring for a child who would never meet her father. A child who had Caleb’s eyes, his hair, his smile. Every time you looked at her, it was a cruel reminder of the very man you had lost.

Some nights, you cried yourself to sleep. Other nights, you sat in the nursery, holding your baby close, whispering stories about her father so She would never forget the man who loved and cherished her before she was even born.

The Farspace Fleet, a name spoken in hushed whispers, an organization so powerful that even the highest-ranking officials answered to their commander—the Fleet Colonel.

No one dared to challenge him. No one questioned his authority.

And now, he was here.

Caleb.

But he was not your Caleb.

He stood before you, his uniform pristine, his expression unreadable and devoid of any emotions. But his eyes—those same eyes you had fallen in love with—burned with something dangerous. Something obsessive.

Your heart pounded. “Caleb…”

His gaze softened as he stepped forward, reaching for you. “Fate can be cruel. In this world, you live. You and our baby.” His lips curled into something akin to relief, but there was a dark edge to it. 

“I won’t lose you again.”

From that moment, he made it his mission to take you back.

He used his power, his influence, his fleet to ensure you and the baby were safe, protected, provided for. But it wasn’t just protection—it was control. Every move you made, every decision, he was there. 

Watching. 

Waiting.

Unfortunately for you, he couldn’t differentiate from protecting you and taking away your freedom.

“I can give you everything,” he murmured one night, standing in the doorway of your quarters. “A life without struggle. Without fear. All you have to do is let me in.”

You swallowed hard. “Caleb, this isn’t right.”

His jaw tightened. “In my universe, I failed. I let you die. Do you know what that did to me?” He stepped closer, his presence overwhelming. “I spent every second of my life without you in agony. Don’t you understand, pips? I can’t lose you again. ”

You looked down at your daughter, sleeping peacefully in your arms. “But I’m not her. And she’s not…”

“She is my daughter. Our little princess, remember?” Caleb’s voice was firm, unwavering. “And you are my wife.”

Tears burned your eyes. “My Caleb is dead.”

His hand cupped your cheek, his thumb brushing away the tear that slipped down your face. “We promised to love each other in every universe. The Caleb you knew is still me, and so will the others in every universe. One thing that will never change is the love we have for you.”

You didn’t know how long you could resist him.

He was everywhere. Every time your daughter reached for him, calling him “Dada,” something inside you cracked. Every time he looked at you with that desperate longing.

You felt your resolve wavering.

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Imagine Caleb returning after almost a year and seeing you from across the street. He's in his colonel uniform, sunglasses on. But he doesn't look your way.

Overwhelmed with mixed feelings of both joy and anxiety, you run up to him and grab his hands. “Caleb..is that really you?.” He looks at you, takes off his glasses. It is him.

“Caleb! Where have y-” “You're mistaken.” he pulls back his hand from you, harshly. “Such a bother,” he mumbles to himself and walks away, not looking back at you.

Your whole world crumbled. You just stood there, watching his back disappear from you once again as it did a year ago.

The doorbell rings back in your apartment. Life has been so hard for you lately. Who could it be at this hour?

The door opened and the last person you expected to see was there. Caleb, still in his uniform. His eyes soft just like your old Caleb. That stern expression gone.

“It's me I'm..” “Why are you here?” Heat rose up in your cheeks, hot tears formed making your vision blurry. “Please, I can expl-”

A cry could be heard from the corner of the apartment. You ran from there, leaving the door open and Caleb standing. He followed a little behind you, tension filling him.

A little peak in the room and all the color from his face drained. “Shh it's alright. Mama's here,” you cooed rocking the baby.

Caleb's breath became heavy. His hands shaking. The baby's eyes, similar to his purple ones. Hair as dark as his.

“We..” His eyes went from the baby to you. “You were pregnant?.”

Silence filled up the room. Only the cooing from your baby could be heard.

“You should leave.” You looked away from him, holding your baby tightly. “But-” “Caleb please.” For the first time he looked into your eyes. Pain and anger filled them.

He knew you were hurt from the encounter earlier, but he did it to protect you.

But you had a baby? His baby? All alone. You must've gone through so much. When did you know? Why didn't you tell him? Did you come to know after he...left?

No wonder you looked so worn out, so tired. But even then, you were the most beautiful to him. He was finally home, to you. To the child he had with you.

But are you willing to forgive him? To give him one more chance to show you how much you mean to him and that he will never leave you again.

Ever.

A lot of Caleb angst drabbles in my mind lately. Excuse the writing if it's sort of out of place, not proofread.

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Pt.1

Bake No Hana (Nightcord at 25:00 ft. Kaito)

"It's finally come around, my punishment for having been born. In order to put an end to it, I stop breathing— Ah, I'm fed up with this."

I approached the girl who chose me last round, Penelope. I called her Penny though, and thought the name was cute.

It suits her.

Last round I wasn’t sure exactly what I was going to do, but she pulled me into her group, and even against the male group, we won!

It didn’t help that crunch that echoed across the room each time a team lost though, Astro has been colder than ever and the old guy got separated from me before I could follow him. I think it was fate that we all ended up on the same team.

I’m trying to sound positive because, at this moment in time, I have gone too far to give up now, whether that be hope or, the sick truth, for the money.

My mind is always racing and is looking for the truth that I’m hiding from myself. 

I’ve killed people intentionally or not, just to keep going for a cash prize that I’m not even sure I’ll win.

This isn’t the situation I wanted to be in.

I’ve said that line so many times.

When I was 5 and my mother ran away, that wasn’t the situation I wanted to be in.

When I kept getting neglected and abused in the manor, that wasn’t the situation I wanted to be in.

When I got kicked out at the mere age of 18, That wasn’t the situation I wanted to be in.

Getting into debt and sinking deeper into the amount needed to pay back, I bet you can think of the line I said next.

And now with all the corpses I’ve been near, the money dropping into the pig, the masked soldiers that looked upon you with their weapons, was this really how I was going to be free from debt? Was this the situation I wanted to be in?

“Hey!” Penny turned to look at me.

“Want to pair up?” I tilted my head at her.

“Why should I?”

“I don’t picture you going around here and begging these jerks.” I looked around at our options.

“Wouldn’t that bother you?” I raised an eyebrow to her.

“Bothering me or not isn’t the concern, winning or losing is.” Despite that, she didn’t make any plans to move away from me.

I cheered fondly at her.

“Then play with me, I’ll make sure you’ll win.”

“What will you do?”

“Whatever it takes.”

“... What do you see in me?” 

“Well, I wanted to ask you that.”

“You were someone who looked like they would come with me.”

“I feel the same way.” I raised my hand offering a handshake.

She took my hand, so warm compared to how she acted, and I tightened the grip before releasing her hand.

I’m glad we got the teams out of the way before the timer ended.

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Third POV

“Alright, there's a five-minute break before the games start, my good sirs. Do whatever you’d like before coming back to meet up and enjoy the show, they’ll be playing marble games.” The frontman announced before everyone dispersed.

“What was that imbecile thinking, joining a game like this? She even had the option to leave and she chose to come back?!” Damian scoffed, rolling his eyes out of agitation.

“They did…” Duke murmured.

“No, they didn’t.” Damian looked at Duke as if he were mad.

“Yes, they did, a while back? You were there and berated them for acting like their mother…” Duke rebutted.

“That must’ve felt so humiliating…”

Dick rubbed his arm.

“... she was probably terrified to face you again, especially with how you treated her…”

Damian piped down after that.

“You’re not any better than us, Duke. You also shunned them away,” Tim said, defending himself and the others.

“I’m not saying I’m better than anyone and this doesn’t excuse what I did but all of you guys made it known through the whole manor that she was just like her mother, so greedy for money that even when she had too much she wanted more, is that what we’re seeing in front of us though?! A girl who's so loaded but still wants more?!” That left Tim speechless and guilty.

“I know what it’s like to be financially unstable, obviously after losing my parents and trying to find them it wasn’t easy, and it didn’t make it any easier with not even a penny in my pocket, so these people “killing themselves for a little money” even though it’s a life or death situation, that’s no different then being “free” out there, especially not in Gotham. So when Bruce rescued me and treated me with kindness and support, I thought that all his kids got this treatment, but now you guys want to berate her and call her an idiot but she was forced into this position…”

He turned to Bruce but was only met with the man looking away.

“Maybe when she left this game, she realized her life wasn’t meant enough and came back to this dehumanizing environment, she didn’t come for us to help her because of the memories of last time, she probably was so nervous always walking on eggshells around us that the moment we rejected her she knew that this was her only option.”

Jason knew it wasn’t targeted specifically at him, but at one point, he knew he had a bond with [name], that innocent kid with those cute bug eyes and that gummy smile. They had something special. Then he died and came back with the news. At that moment, he couldn’t help but feel betrayed by [name]’s mom. With everything that had happened to him,, he had changed his character, so with no one to blame…

Well, you are your mother’s daughter.

Doesn’t the saying go ‘like mother, like daughter?’

Also, the situation didn’t help with him constantly not talking to her, you’d have understood the feeling he got when she came to the manor after being kicked out just to beg for money?

He seriously could not blame the situation on you, did he, or did he forget that he contributed to it too?

The ignoring, the sneering, the insults, how one looks from the person she trusted the most could shatter her heart.

And of course that would be the first conversation she had with you... You didn’t talk to her.

“Well, did you guys hear what she said to that other girl, seems she has no plans-”

A knock interrupted the chat.

“I’m sorry sirs, but the games are starting. May I have your bets?”

“240”

“Wow, all of you, just in case she ever loses, would you guys like to buy her body? I assume you’re family and had an interest in that girl?”

“You!-” Damian was stopped by Bruce, who also had his hands clenched in anger.

“Thank you, that would be appreciated.” Smiled Bruce.

“Of course, and I didn’t mean you lose the bet, it’s just that the odds are against some players and good for others.” The Frontman nodded before heading off.

“Don’t worry, guys. Just hang on. I’m finding the location as fast as I can,” Oracle said through the earpiece before they left for the lounge.

Their nice, comfortable lounge.

—

If I am ready to die, why not know a little bit more about the person I’m spending my last moments with?

“You know~ since the last Joker attack nothing has been this tragic…”

“What game are we playing?” No small talk then… but that’s okay.

“Dang, you’re cold as ice.”

“What game are we playing, girl?”

“You tell me. These games are probably only known to these oldies, tell you what let’s make our own game, ten marbles we could do anything with that.

“So let’s… end this game in a single round.” I looked down at my lap.

“All or nothing. A simple bet.” I looked back at her again with my stupid smile that showed my gums and tilted my head.

It was something I was used to doing a lot as a kid.

I don’t know why I’m acting like this, maybe it’s because my misery will finally end.

That took a dark turn. Let’s get back on track.

“Don’t tell me you’d… rather do what they’re doing?” 

We looked at the old guys behind Penny, throwing their marbles that hit against each other. What was the purpose of the game?

Get the other players' marbles out before they do.

“Okay. Playing what then?” 

I huffed in amusement. 

“What’s with the hurry?” 

“You’re just dying to kill me, huh?” I teased

That was a rhetorical question, we both knew it…

At least I knew it was.

“We’ve got a lot of time on our hands, and we’re playing one round. What’s the rush?”

“What are we gonna do before then?”

“Talk” It had been a while since I’d done that with somebody in this hellhole.

“About what?” 

“Things we never told anybody about I guess.”

“One of us is gonna die, so… it doesn't matter what we tell each other. No one can really embarrass themselves anymore. Okay?”

—

“How long have you been in Gotham? It isn’t a place where one would particularly reside.” We were both sitting at the stairsteps at this point.

I started with a question.

“Just been here since I was born, my mom found the “love of her life” here. She said we’d enjoy it”

“Did you?”

“...” She didn’t reply but rather stayed silent.

“Your family, are they still here with you?”

“My brother.”

“Any parents?”

“My father died getting shot in some back alleyway, at the wrong place, at the wrong time.”

“And your mom?”

“She got high off of drugs when she lost my dad, she overdosed not too long ago and her family took her away from us blaming us for the reason she suffers. I don’t know if she’s still alive and recovering or dead.”

“Where’s your brother now then?”

“In a shelter,” she hesitated. I was asking more than giving, but she still replied, and that was enough for both of us.

“If you win this and get the money, what will you spend it on?”

“Buy a house for me and my brother, then take us somewhere else, Gotham is no place for us, even if the top schools are here, there’s a price to pay for everything.” She was right about that.

I scoffed a little bored of that answer.

“Hey~ with this amount of money you could buy that and so much more- is there anywhere you’d like to travel?”

“Houma.”

“Houma?”

She nodded her head.

“It looked peaceful and had lower crime rates than most places. It didn’t look like Gotham at all.”

I couldn’t help but huff at that.

“Hey. Don’t you think you should dream bigger, huh? Do Keystone City. Hold on– Go to Metropolis instead. They even have lower crime rates than most.

Penny finally turned her head around and looked at me for once out of this entire conversation.

“Metropolis?”

“Yeah, the Superfam lives there. You know the Kryptonite versions of the Batfam in Gotham?”

It seems she didn’t care much about superheroes which made me giggle.

“Really?”

She shook her head.

“Oh no, then we have you fix that, we’ll have a girl’s night out every week in Metropolis and get to meet the Superfam in the flesh, okay?” 

She looked away at that.

“Oh, guess we can’t both leave here?”

…

“Back when my father was alive he was the perfect guy, he was too generous for his good, I was too naive as a kid rushed into the room where he laid to rest before he was covered and saw his gorey body,” Penny told me.

“The first body I saw was this poor kid on the side of the street abandoned just like me, he died inhaling too much of Scarecrow’s gas.”

“Abandoned?”

“Oh! I haven’t told you my backstory, it’s not as tragic as yours, no. My mother married a billionaire and took cash before running away without me when I was five. Everybody blamed her actions on me, making me feel too shameless to ever ask for cash, then I got kicked out at eighteen and took too much debt for regular supplies and school debt then landed here.”

“I wonder if I had money, what would I do… Go to Houma with you?”

A silence ensued between us making me look away.

“Sorry, I forgot again.”

As the timer started running out the sun kept going down even lower. Penny stood up.

“Let’s do this.” I smiled at that.

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Third POV

By now, some VIPs were disappointed not because they had lost money but because they had lost the guessing game of lives.

Others were happy with the result.

But for our main characters well, can you guess how they’re feeling?

Unnerved, whatever [name] was planning. Are they going to win this game, or will they lose? Would the Wayne family see their dear family die with a bullet to the head?

Bruce never meant to treat you like that, but you’d have to understand your mother betrayed him, and you were there… and you didn’t do anything.

Oh, what could you have done? 

Alert the whole house of her leaving? Then what?

It was never your fault, you did everything you could to appease them, they just never forgive your mother.

—

We stood up passing a dead body and went to an “empty” land.

“Whoever can roll it farther than the other person wins, okay?”

I let Penny get the head start.

I held my marble in my hand.

Pondering.

I didn’t have much to live for, did I?

I had no friends, no family, and nothing to my name other than the daughter of a gold digger or the bastard child.

What’s the point?

I I guess this game was pointless after all.

I let the marble slide off my hands landing a few inches from my foot.

Straightening my posture I feel Penelope approach me.

“Hey, what do you think you’re doing?” She grabbed me by the collar of the tracksuit.

“You win, I lose.”

“Stop. Why the hell would you try to do that?” She still kept a firm hold on me.

“Butter fingers, what can I say?” I chuckled, scrunching my eyebrows at her.

“Making sure I won. Is that what this is?”

She slammed me into the wall again.

“Did you think I would be grateful? Throw it again.” She demanded.

“And I still wouldn’t be able to win.” I kept my smile on.

“Ugh, don’t be dramatic and let me die in style, hm?” 

This was the reality, and if one of us had something memorable to do once we had gotten out of there, it would be her. Wouldn’t it?

“[name], that’s bullshit! Stop acting cool and just do a real throw!”

I sighed no longer keeping my damn smile on my face.

“I have nothing.”

“What?” Penelope didn’t let go, though. It seemed like she would allow me to talk a bit more.

“You have a reason to get out of this place… I don’t.”

Penelope kept breathing shakily. 

“I thought hard about what I would do, over and over, nothing. It’s like a dead end.” I felt myself tearing up.

I didn’t want to burst out in tears, I hadn’t done that in a while. 

I’ve always hated getting emotional, but it feels like a relief to get it off my chest.

“If anybody has a reason to go back out still there, it’d be you.” I laughed despite tasting the salty tears that leaked from my eyes.

Penelope didn’t seem the type to get emotional either, though that didn’t stop her from letting a couple of tears flow.

“Don’t die here, go out there… and find a place where you and your brother can reside. Far from any crime preferably to Houma.” I chuckled.

…

As Penelope walked away, I didn’t want that to be how our interaction ended, no, not like this pathetic goodbye.

“Penny!” I wasn’t sure she’d respond to that nickname but to my surprise, she stopped.

It made me widen my eyes briefly before going into a somber expression.

I held in my tears at that moment, stabilizing my voice.

“Thank you… for playing with me.” I was glad the guard let me have my closure, you don’t think they’d have the heart with their roles.

BANG

Player 240, eliminated.

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The blood sprayed out before her body collapsed onto the ground with a sickening thud.

This wasn’t the situation anybody wanted to be in.

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That’s it for now. In the next part of this option, the Batfamily will suffer and have flashbacks, as one does. If anyone has any advice on how to write some scenes, that would be spectacular.

I’ll be working on a request and then my So Much More series before getting to Astro! And then maybe the next part of this, so don’t expect it anytime soon. That’s all from me!

Taglist time! ❤

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Linger

Caleb x Reader

Based on the song Linger by The Cranberries! I hope you enjoyed it, it’s my first time making a fic.

Warnings: Angst, Hurt no comfort, one sided love, Reader is not MC, Reader’s bitter and a bit toxic from jealousy, it’s very short, no beta we die like men

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…I swore, I swore I would be true

And honey so did you…

“Help me practice.” He said as he slung his arm over your shoulders.

“Well hello to you too.” You rolled your eyes before looking at him, your eyes lingering on his lips for a little too long.

“To confess. I’m planning to ask MC out—“ And suddenly, his voice distorted into nothingness.

Your breath hitched.

You thought you had more time. After all, you thought he was never going to confess to her. He didn’t seem like it, but he was the coward type. Not to horrors, but scared to lose those close to him. You thought that he’d get over her and come to you. Maybe if you told him first, he wouldn’t go after her.

Had it been too late?

“—hello? Are you listening? I asked if you could help me practice then you just zoned out! I seriously thought something happened to you—“ He rambled angrily, clearly worried about you. God, if only he didn’t care so much about you.

“Yes. I’ll help you. I just needed…time, to process. Thought you were never going to ask her out.” Stop. Stop talking.

“You two are really perfect together. Childhood friends to lovers? Goals. No one’s better for her than you, same for you.” Stop! You’ll lose him even more!

“Really? Thanks.” He looked away, the tips of his ears turning red.

“So, ehem. Let’s start?” He gave you his signature prince charming smile. The one that you always swooned over. If only he was thinking of you.

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…So why were you holding her hand?

Is that the way we stand?…

“Oh! Hey! Caleb! Haven’t heard from you at all for the whole weekend—“ You waved while running towards him.

“Oh, hey. I kind of forgot to tell you, but MC said yes!” He cheered, his eyes gleamed while his faced donned a charming smile.

“Oh. That’s good…” You smiled, trying hard not clench your jaw.

“Hey, remember you said we were going to hangout on my birthday? Well it’s to—“

“—Sorry, my girlfriend’s calling.” He said while answering his phone. After a while, he placed his phone back into his pocket before looking at you.

“MC and I are going on a date later. See you? Take care.” He said before leaving, his giddiness evident in the way he walked and talked.

“—It’s today…”

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…Were you lying all the time?

Was it just a game to you?…

“—Not now, okay? I’m volunteering at the soup kitchen today. I’ll help you study another time.” He said before hanging up. He never hangs up first.

You sighed before placing your phone in your pocket. With MC, you almost never see him anymore. You could only hope he’ll spare your contact a glance. So you decided to head to the mall. However, you saw him with shopping with MC. Wasn’t he busy?

You called his number while looking at him. However, you saw him glance at it before powering off his phone.

You wanted to storm over to him, berate him for ignoring your calls. But what right did you have? You were just a friend. You’re essentially nothing to him.

You decided to leave it at that.

Just accept it, he was never yours.

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…But I'm in so deep

You know I'm such a fool for you…

You wanted to hate MC, you really did.

But what were you? A student he met in college who was almost failing a course and needed a tutor?

For heaven’s sake, MC’s a hunter. One of the best ones in fact. Not only that, she was extremely beautiful, dragging along five men, Caleb included.

She could break his heart and drag it across filth, so why not you? Ever so loyal to him like a dog, you wouldn’t do that, you would make sure to take care of him and his heart.

But maybe that’s why he chose her and not someone boring. Like you.

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…You got me wrapped around your finger

Do you have to let it linger?…

How did it get to this?

You thought as you sat on one of the benches in the Church.

The wedding was in full swing. Caleb was standing at the altar, waiting for his bride.

The pianist began playing the bridal chorus. Weakly, you looked over to the aisle and saw MC. Though her face was covered with a veil, her beauty still radiated through, causing Caleb to shed a tear, and he never cried. It was disgustingly infuriating.

Barely processing your thoughts, the wedding came to an end when the couple kissed in front of the audience. MC tilted her head to give Caleb more access. If only that was you.

…Do you have to, do you have to, do you have to let it linger?…

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I hoped you like it. Please tell me if I needed improvements!

I made this while listening to Linger by The Cranberries (can you guess my favorite song?)

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Love and Deepspace incorrect quotes

Based on this fic —> Linger

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Reader, on the phone with Caleb: So no head?

Reader: *Throws phone and breaks skateboard*

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Reader, texting Caleb: Caleb there’s a moth on the outside of the bathroom door can you get rid of it?

Reader: Pls hurry because I’m going to cry

Reader: Caleb

Reader: Caleb

Caleb: Caleb is dead. You’re next. Love, Moth.

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Caleb: ...I'm pretty sure that place is fire-proof, or something.

Reader, grenade in hand: Alright, but is it explosion-proof?

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Reader: Didn't you die?!

Caleb: That was weeks ago, dude. Things change.

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Reader: *is throwing stones at Caleb's window*

Caleb: You have a phone for a reason, Reader!

*THUD*

Caleb: DID YOU JUST THROW YOUR PHONE AT MY WINDOW?!

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Caleb: Hey Reader, have you seen MC?

Reader: Nope. Have you seen the meat tenderizer?

Caleb, confused: What?

Reader, grabbing the meat tenderizer out of the drawer: No reason, cute girl things!

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Linger

Caleb x Reader

Based on the song Linger by The Cranberries! I hope you enjoyed it, it’s my first time making a fic.

Warnings: Angst, Hurt no comfort, one sided love, Reader is not MC, Reader’s bitter and a bit toxic from jealousy, it’s very short, no beta we die like men

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…I swore, I swore I would be true

And honey so did you…

“Help me practice.” He said as he slung his arm over your shoulders.

“Well hello to you too.” You rolled your eyes before looking at him, your eyes lingering on his lips for a little too long.

“To confess. I’m planning to ask MC out—“ And suddenly, his voice distorted into nothingness.

Your breath hitched.

You thought you had more time. After all, you thought he was never going to confess to her. He didn’t seem like it, but he was the coward type. Not to horrors, but scared to lose those close to him. You thought that he’d get over her and come to you. Maybe if you told him first, he wouldn’t go after her.

Had it been too late?

“—hello? Are you listening? I asked if you could help me practice then you just zoned out! I seriously thought something happened to you—“ He rambled angrily, clearly worried about you. God, if only he didn’t care so much about you.

“Yes. I’ll help you. I just needed…time, to process. Thought you were never going to ask her out.” Stop. Stop talking.

“You two are really perfect together. Childhood friends to lovers? Goals. No one’s better for her than you, same for you.” Stop! You’ll lose him even more!

“Really? Thanks.” He looked away, the tips of his ears turning red.

“So, ehem. Let’s start?” He gave you his signature prince charming smile. The one that you always swooned over. If only he was thinking of you.

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…So why were you holding her hand?

Is that the way we stand?…

“Oh! Hey! Caleb! Haven’t heard from you at all for the whole weekend—“ You waved while running towards him.

“Oh, hey. I kind of forgot to tell you, but MC said yes!” He cheered, his eyes gleamed while his faced donned a charming smile.

“Oh. That’s good…” You smiled, trying hard not clench your jaw.

“Hey, remember you said we were going to hangout on my birthday? Well it’s to—“

“—Sorry, my girlfriend’s calling.” He said while answering his phone. After a while, he placed his phone back into his pocket before looking at you.

“MC and I are going on a date later. See you? Take care.” He said before leaving, his giddiness evident in the way he walked and talked.

“—It’s today…”

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…Were you lying all the time?

Was it just a game to you?…

“—Not now, okay? I’m volunteering at the soup kitchen today. I’ll help you study another time.” He said before hanging up. He never hangs up first.

You sighed before placing your phone in your pocket. With MC, you almost never see him anymore. You could only hope he’ll spare your contact a glance. So you decided to head to the mall. However, you saw him with shopping with MC. Wasn’t he busy?

You called his number while looking at him. However, you saw him glance at it before powering off his phone.

You wanted to storm over to him, berate him for ignoring your calls. But what right did you have? You were just a friend. You’re essentially nothing to him.

You decided to leave it at that.

Just accept it, he was never yours.

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…But I'm in so deep

You know I'm such a fool for you…

You wanted to hate MC, you really did.

But what were you? A student he met in college who was almost failing a course and needed a tutor?

For heaven’s sake, MC’s a hunter. One of the best ones in fact. Not only that, she was extremely beautiful, dragging along five men, Caleb included.

She could break his heart and drag it across filth, so why not you? Ever so loyal to him like a dog, you wouldn’t do that, you would make sure to take care of him and his heart.

But maybe that’s why he chose her and not someone boring. Like you.

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…You got me wrapped around your finger

Do you have to let it linger?…

How did it get to this?

You thought as you sat on one of the benches in the Church.

The wedding was in full swing. Caleb was standing at the altar, waiting for his bride.

The pianist began playing the bridal chorus. Weakly, you looked over to the aisle and saw MC. Though her face was covered with a veil, her beauty still radiated through, causing Caleb to shed a tear, and he never cried. It was disgustingly infuriating.

Barely processing your thoughts, the wedding came to an end when the couple kissed in front of the audience. MC tilted her head to give Caleb more access. If only that was you.

…Do you have to, do you have to, do you have to let it linger?…

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I hoped you like it. Please tell me if I needed improvements!

I made this while listening to Linger by The Cranberries (can you guess my favorite song?)

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Batfam Incorrect Quotes

Tim: When I said you should try being friendlier this isn't what I meant.

Damian, stirring a cup of tea aggressively: Oh, so now I'm TOO friendly? There's no pleasing you.

Jason, who broke into their house an hour ago: Two sugars please.

Damian: Coming right up.

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Tim: Everyone thinks you suck.

Jason: I think you have the wrong number…

Tim: Damian?

Jason: Nope. Jason.

Tim: Well, you probably suck too…

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Tim: Time freezes for everyone but you one day. What do you do?

Damian: Oh… I’d mildly trouble everyone.

Tim: Alright, so what would you do?

Damian: I’d shave a one-inch thick line in every thick beard I saw.

Damian: I’d twist all the lightbulbs just a little bit so no one would know when they aren’t working.

Damian: I’d make every wing on girls eyeliner just a little bit higher than the other one.

Damian: And I’d tie everyone’s shoelaces together.

Damian: And then lastly, I’d snip a little hole in every tea bag.

Tim:

Tim: Remind me to never allow you to have power.

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Dick: Okay, help me, please!

Jason: Got two words for you.

Dick: I bet they won't be helpful.

Jason: Your problem.

Dick: I was right.

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I have a fanfic idea!

What if Caleb and MC got married and maybe, just maybe, they were expecting? BUUUUT! Caleb actually died. However, in another universe, MC and the kid dies, leaving Caleb all alone. Caleb goes into the deepspace tunnel and sees MC and the kid, and just kind of goes yandere or whatever.

(Idk if anyone made anything like this, but if they did, please send me the link, I wanna read it🙏)

Edit: I made the fic=> I’m Still Yours

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His nightly rendezvous card must be immaculate

it has to be like this.

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I don’t think I can wait for Jan 22, I want him NOW😭😭😭

someone's probably pointed this out cause i'm not browsing tags but

Caleb's flower is hydrangea.

Not only a flower that changes colour in differing soil (Caleb is a chameleon or changes who is is depending on the person he's talking to or where he is?)

But the meanings are;

One sided/obsessive love, heartlessness, frigidity/coldness, apology, family and gratitude.