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when i want fluff/angst fics and all i’m getting is smut

the struggle is real

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I’m a simple kind of girl

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"I don't have a type-"

oh apocalyptic father figures...

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While I’m on several rampages, why not add one to the list?

The oversexualization of Ellie.

This is a topic that’s been heavy on my mind since last year, and for a while I was extremely scared to talk abt it due to backlash, but now, I really don’t give a fuck. LGBTQ+ characters with proper non fetishized representation is so very rare, and Ellie Williams in my eyes is one of the most well articulated lgbtq+ characters there are in video game media,, just one problem, the fandom cannot stop sexualizing her.

While on this rampage, I’ll admit; yes I wrote smut at one point, yes I’ve sexualized Ellie, no I cannot stop someone from reading/writing smut nor do I want to. I’m not controlling anyone with this, this is my opinion on my blog. If you don’t like it, bye, if you feel targeted, maybe that’s because you’re the target.

A few smut fics here and there never hurt, at the beginning, the tlou fandom on tumblr was small, and I for one was on the edge of my seat with every new fic that came. I’m not entirely sure where the massive surge in Ellie fans came from, but idc enough to dig either, so I’ll leave it at that.

I don’t even know how to word a majority of what I’m saying, and that’s another reason as to why I haven’t posted about this, but I’m trying my best so bare w me. To put it lightly and simply; I’m sick (and quite frankly disgusted) with the oversexualization of Ellie Williams. I feel like a lot of people are brushing it off because alot of the people sexualizing her are women, but regardless of gender, sexualization in general is not a good thing,, but I have never in my life seen a character get sexualized as much as Ellie.

I can hear the arguments already with “she’s just a character” “then don’t read the fics” etc, and yes, she is just a character, but again, I’m still able to state my opinion on my blog. And two, I don’t read fics anymore nor do I write them, but obviously since I built this entire account off of Ellie/tlou, that’s all I see, and with seeing that, comes seeing constant sexualization of this character.

At the end of the day, do what you want, but AGAIN I’m entitled to my own opinions and this isn’t targeted towards anyone in specific. This is my blog where I share my thoughts.

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The way ppl write Ellie sometimes…ugh like she’s not a woman, she doesn’t get her period or would wanna be taken care of sometimes, like she wouldn’t cry at 3 am midst watching a random ass documentary and have an existential crisis and end up calling you just to go off on a tangent about it at fucking 3 am just because she isn’t traditionally feminine more masc presenting honestly I think she’s just a practical person in general she just kinda wears what’s comfortable isn’t the type to follow latest fashion trend or anything but it’s hard to say if she would be masc presenting considering she’s fighting for her life in a damned world

that misogynistic roles/traits/attributes are assigned to her like she’s some kind of sexist alpha het male and not a lesbian who loves women more than anything would wanna treat them as equals AND be treated as an equal??

to add

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Young love 3/3 (Damian Wayne x reader)

Damian struggles to cope with the anxiety of your situation as the rest of the Wayne family still cannot understand how their boy ran away with a girl.

-> part two

“So, you put her in ice, and that made the fire go out?”

Dick tried to understand. Bruce had told him this mission would be very dangerous, with possible brain washing and mind games involved, but he just saw two young people in a hotel room recovering from a traumatic event.

“Yes.”

“Her body needs to go to parasympathetic mode to stop the flames?”

“Because cold water exposure activates the vagus nerve which slows down her breathing and heart rate,”

Damian explained,

“It freezes your body so you physically can’t panic anymore. These flames all seem panic induced.”

Damian wanted to take you back to his house where they could keep eyes on you, and help you manage your powers. He couldn’t tell you that yet though. You were waiting in the hotel room while they talked in the hallway. You laid in bed weak, every time you close your eyes you could see through the perspectives of your dying flames, and it hurt.

“That seems like luck, Damian, Bruce is not very trusting of her right now, I doubt he’ll take her in.”

“It wasn’t luck!” Damian yelled.

That statement specifically pissed him off. It wasn’t luck, when he felt your hand on his face he could tell exactly how you felt, and exactly what you needed. That’s not luck.

“Whatever it was, good luck explaining yourself to Bruce, I’m getting a room next door. Let me know when you’re ready to go and what the plan is.”

Damian returned to the room and slammed the door. What now? Damian hadn’t thought of that. You had no life to return to, and he could help that. But is that weird? Is that necessary?

Damian had start to become a little self aware toward the “bias” towards you he has, and didn’t want to come off strong.

I’ll just give her some money and my number, and leave.

“(Your name)?”

You were asleep again, your life was living through the flames and there wasn’t enough energy for it all. You were weak and recovering. Damian looked at you for a moment, and looked off into nothing with a sad gaze.

I can’t leave her.

However, he snapped out of it, and quickly gathered up money for you prepared with a note. The Wayne boy couldn’t think of what to say, what wouldn’t be overwhelming, but decided on a simple

- Damian

Damian zipped his bag, and while he put it on he took a moment to stare at you finally at peace.

I want her to keep that peace

How could you do that without him?

What would that money even do?

Damian declined those thoughts and declared them irrational, and quickly turned and slipped out the door. He knocked on Dicks door,

“One second!” Dick called.

Damian waited.

Has she seen the money yet?

Damian worried you would think about when he said he wouldn’t leave you until this was over, would you hold that against him?

Damian huffed at his thoughts, and banged on the door again.

“I said I was coming!”

Damian pictured you, lost, looking for him.

Would she even know where she is?

He started to get angry with his brain for not shutting up about you.

Why should I even care? She burnt down my city and made me shoot my father. I should bring her to Arkham asylum.

You weren’t his problem, so he wished he’d stop worrying.

Dicks “second” was starting to feel like too many eternities with infinite worries about you, so Damian turned around. He just wanted to quiet his brain, he’d tell himself.

Damian started to run as fast as he could, unable to bare the thought of you being worried any longer. Not to mention what if you got scared and started a fire?

I never even told her what I did to fix this.

Damian ran faster, he nearly missed the door where you laid. He shakily tried to slide the key in, but missed a few times before getting it right. His chest was so tight.

And there you were, asleep.

He felt a little stupid, and it made him angry. No one’s made him feel like this, it would be dangerous to keep you around if he’d keep acting this way, he thought.

But then again, leaving you lost would be completely immoral, he thought.

Damian set his bag down and sighed. Why, for the first time ever, is his emotions getting in the way?

“(Your Name)?” He called.

Secretly, he enjoyed even the thought of your name. He was captivated by finally learning your name. Damian stood over your bed watching for you to wake, but you didn’t.

Damian felt solely devastated. Defeated.

His voice stuttered your name again.

Nothing.

Dick then entered the room with his bag packed, ready to go.

“Damian? Ready?” Dick knocked on the door while entering the room to find his younger brother on his knees, at a loss for words.

“Damian? Damian, what happened?” Dick rushed to your side.

Damian sat there sobbing, unable to look while Dick observed nearly every inch of your body. He paused his search and stared at your face. It was vaguely familiar.

“Damian, stay right here.”

Dick exited the room, and dashed to the hotel lobby, where his eyes instantly landed on his target.

“Kori! Don’t go!”

Kori turned from the front desk, where she had been checking out of her and Dicks room. Last night Dick was sure to mention his free time alone to her, so she obviously came.

Kori sped to Dick, worried.

“Please, follow me.”

Damian sat still, in shock. The past few days had been completely rushed, unplanned and unwarned. He was on auto pilot the whole week. Now he was just trying to process, process for any mistakes, any answers to this.

The door opened, and his eyes widened in confusion to see Kori running in.

“You’re right.” She said to Dick.

“She looks Tameranian.”

“That would explain the fires.” Dick said, looking into Damian’s eyes.

“Let me try to fix this.” Kori grabbed your forearm, so hers was adjacent to yours

Damian quickly stood up to watch, his jaw dropped.

What kind of miracle would that be?

He continued standing quietly, worriedly watching you. He tried not to get his hopes up either.

His thoughts were interrupted by a loud blood curdling scream, he looked up at you.

You’re eyes, glowing green and wide. Cracks in your skin glowed like lava was underneath. The room was warm from the heat of you and kori’s powers, the heat created a wind softly blowing everyone’s hair.

Damian stared in awe at your beauty, even with death two seconds behind you your beauty was more radiant then ever.

Kori let go, and spoke a sentence to you in Tameranian, everyone watched intensely for your reply.

“It appears she has a rare disease that only Tameranians can develop, it causes uncontrollable outbursts of fire when (Your name) emotions are heightened.” Bruce told Damian, Kori, and Dick.

They ended up taking you to the manor to compare your blood to Kori’s and found the disease in the analysis. You were in and out of sleep most of the day, still very weak. Damian and used this time to really get to know you. He realize he could manage these feelings if he handled it right, and he did not want to mess up.

You learned a lot about Damian too, you guys would often compare sketches, or go out to find things to sketch together. You two were out one day sketching some stray cats that gathered in an alley to eat.

“Oh my gosh.. they’re so cute.” You reached your hand forwards to make peace with the animal. The kitty accepted your love fast. Without any noise coming from Damian you continued to pet the cat, neglecting your sketch. Your petting session was cut as the car walked away from you, your eyes followed the cat. The cat walked up to Damian and rubbed her cheek on his knee.

You started to giggle, all the cats in the alleyway were all over Damian, and he was completely engulfed in their affection. You never took him as the caring for an animal type, but it makes perfect sense now. You quickly reached for your pencil and paper, and began to sketch Damian playing with the kittens.

Who knew burning down the school could be the best things that’s ever happened to you?

You both returned to the manor after an hour, so Kori could help you with fighting and learning to control your powers. Today she wanted you to spar Damian, which was your first time sparring anyone other then her.

You two circled each other, then you lunged at him. When you missed you both giggled. Damian playfully shoved your shoulder,

“Is that all you got?”

You playfully shoved him back, but harder, which turned into a full on play fight. You both were snickering the entire time.

“How does it feel, Bruce?” Dick asked, keeping his eyes on you two.

“I don’t know what your referring too.”

“This entire time you think this sweet girl is kidnapped your son, but no, Damian ran away with a girl he’s obviously got feelings for.”

“I had every reason to believe what I believed.” Bruce confidently stated.

“Just admit it, you were blinded by your fatherly instincts.”

“The two are definitely going to go places together.” Kori smiled, looking at Dick. “They remind me of someone…”

Bruce sighed. “I fell in-love once when I was young too. I could tell all along it was just the young love seeping into Damian skull that made him leave. I just wanted to protect him from those feelings. They don’t end well for The Wayne’s.”

“Quit being a Debby downer.” Dick jokingly hit Bruce’s arm.

The three turned their attention back to you and Damian. Your eyes focused on each other. Smiling.

Okaaaayy I didn’t expect people to like this story so much!!! Thank you guys!!! And obviously nothing is ever really over so maybe if one of you guys have a good idea for book 2, I’ll be all over it. You guys would be suprised to hear this whole story came from trying to include Damian with some animals. I made a lot of it up as I went, suprised you guys liked it! Love you guys lots! I thrive off of comments, so pleaseeee tell me what you think!

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Master list.

My ao3

Jason Todd

You and Jason have always been very close, before he was taken in by Batman.

Born to die

Damian Wayne

Damian falls for a girl who accidentally set fire to the city

Young love 1/3

Young love 2/3

Young love 3/3

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dick grayson is a siren who has bewitched me with his spell we've gotta burn him at the stake

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Young Love (Damian Wayne x reader) 2/3

Part one ->

Unable to believe his son would run away with a girl, he is hunting you down for the kidnapping of Damian Wayne.

You and Damian decided to head to the only untouched part of the city to find some food. Damian instructed you to put on his sweatshirt to cover up wit the hood, and gave you his sunglasses to further seal your identity. Damian was looking at the foods while your attention was to the left of the room by the back door. Somehow you could feel something coming, you turned to Damian, unsure what to say. You put a hand on his shoulder about to attempt to speak. You words were interrupted quickly by high pitched quick beeps, followed by a boom, and you fell to the ground.

When you got a chance to look up, you were being held at the collar by the Batman, before getting served multiple punches in the face. Then it happened, flames erupted in the grocery store.

“Damian, go!” Batman shouted.

That must be his name.

Batman threw you into the shelves so you would pass out before starting more flames. He cuffed you and turned around to face Damian, who was mid air to lounge at his father.

“Stop! Damian!” Bruce struggled between punches. “I’m here to take you away from her! I know she wanted you to get to me!”

“No, asshole! Not everything’s about you!” Damian kept swinging at him. “She’s not kidnapping me!”

“What?” Bruce shoved Damian into the ground, and stood up.

Damian slowly backed away from Bruce and towards you.

“That’s right, this isn’t about you, Batman. Great job destroying the only safe grocery store and untouched part of the city. We actually almost had it under control.”

He picked you up.

“Damian, put her down. She is dangerous.”

Damian raised his weapon at Batman, quickly blasting him in the leg so he wouldn’t follow you guys. He turned around and quickly ran out of the Grocery store.

Damian ran. He ran like it was him who was the enemy of Gotham right now. Eventually, he wasn’t in Gotham anymore. When he felt it was safe, he set you down, sat down beside you and kept his eyes on you. Trying to catch his breath, his heavy breaths turned into anxiety. It was mostly physical anxiety but all he could think was, Gotham is burning, and I’m here, with the enemy.

He shot the hero gotham needs right now, and he ran, like a coward. Your peaked open your eyes to see Damian distressed. Weak, you did what you could and lifted your cold hand up to his cheek, resting it there to show some form of solidarity with this near stranger you’ve spent most your week with.

It surprised him your hands weren’t firey hot, but freezing fucking cold. It was calming though, the blood rushed to his face was easing away. Physically his body calmed down. He looked into your eyes, almost curiously, and hesitated to put his hand on top of yours. Damian’s hearing focused on his slowing breath, he didn’t even notice yours. When he finally let his hand go, yours fell to to ground.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

“Hey!” He cursed himself for not asking for your name. “Wake up!”

“It’s time to wake up!” He repeated, more panicked.

He started poking you, poking turned to nudging, nudging turned to light hitting.

“Wake up! You bastard! I came all this way, wake up!”

When his angry voice’s echo ended, a flame erupted in the bathroom. All Damian’s wanted to do is help you, find a way to help ease all of this. He thought about your comfort to him,

That probably helped me more then I’ve helped her.

It was like your cold hand reset him. Cleared his mind. Then he realized, the brain releases norepinephrine during cold stress, which is shown to reduce depression and anxiety, and you’re fires started during moments for stress or anxiety.

Maybe he just needs to cool you down?

Damian needed a space to help you. He searched for the closest hotel and carried you into the bathtub, and turned the cold water on. He gently placed you in the cold water with a pile of towels next to him at hand, as he watched closely.

The water had hardly touched you as a weak flame grew next to Damian, he only took a second to observe it before bringing his attention back to you. A loud banging on the doors brought his attention back away.

“Damian! It’s Dick. Open the door.”

Fuck he cursed under his breath.

“Do I smell smoke? Damian what’s going on?”

Dick banged on the door again, more flames emerged each knock.

Damian quickly ran out of the bathroom, and dragged the bags of ice he bought on the way to the hotel with him to the bathroom.

“Damian! I know your in there with that girl. Open the door so no one gets hurt. I know you don’t want to hurt her.”

I don’t have time for this

Damian ripped open the ice bag one after another and poured them into the tub.

Come on, come on, come on.

Dick busted the door down, and ran inside toward the smoke. Damian grabbed a bag of ice and hid behind the door the sneakily strike his brother. Dick made his entrance and Damian swung him with the ice, and Dick fell unconscious. Damian then poured that last bag of ice in the tub. He watched carefully, but nothing happened.

She must be getting used to to temperature. It needs to shock her in order to make her body freeze what it’s doing.

He lifted your body out of the tub, and held you for a minute. Damian observed you closer then ever before. You were unconscious but not even your face wasn’t rested and he decided it was up to him to fix it. He dropped you back into the ice, you instantly sprung up and took many deep breaths in.

“Oh my god. Oh my god, you made it.”

Damian’s eyes watered as he quickly took you out of the water and held you in his arms as you were still weak. The hotel bathrooms flames were gone, he prayed the rest would be out too.

No one had ever cared like that before. How could a total stranger care more then anyone else has?

“What’s you’re name?” He asked, not wasting a second.

“(Your name).” You breathed out

“Hi (your name), I’m Damian.” He was panting as well. Both of you were exhausted and relieved.

“That’s Dick, my brother. He’ll wake up later.”

You looked into his gorgeous dark eyes, and he looked into yours.

The rest of the fires.

You quickly got up and looked outside, Damian followed.

“I think it looks alright out there.”

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I love that I said I do mostly one shots when there’s 3 series in my drafts

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Young Love part 1/3 (Damian Wayne)

This can be the the first day of what ever grade you’d like! College even

Damian marched into his honors chemistry class expecting to get into the biggest waste of his time. Immediately when the teacher started to speak he started fidgeting with the items prepared at each lab table. One careless bored move after the next, flames emerge. The sprinklers went off and students yelled as the flames spread.

Fuck fuck fuck

The fire was spreading fast, but Damian made it out the classroom, making sure everyone else left first. He frantically looked around for anyone in distress, and noticed the school was filled with smoke and there were more flames across the school.

There must be two fires then.

Regardless of not having his suit, Damian went into the flames to investigate. After going in and out to bring hurt students to safety, he searched the firey hallways. Nearly out of breath, he finally found a clue.

“What are you doing?” He shouted, expecting someone more criminal.

“Get away! Save yourself!” You sternly yelled, desperate to not hurt anyone in this incomprehensible accident.

Damian paused, slowly letting his arms down to see better. There you were, a teenage girl, flames coming cracks out of your face, tears streaming. Why did Damian’s heart hurt?

“Are you going to be okay if I did that?” He questioned.

“I.. I don’t know.”

“I’m staying,” He coughed. “I can help you, trust me.”

What the fuck is wrong with her?

“Everyone is out of the building but me. Trust me.” Damian reassured.

He looked down at his phone, Bruce sent him multiple worried messages, the last one being “on my way”. Damian sighed and put his phone away.

“We need to leave now, otherwise The Batman will think you did this on purpose or something.”

Your horrified eyes got wider. “Oh my god I’m a criminal.”

“No. Not if you get us out of here.” He coughed.

All the exits were blocked by fire, where could they escape? He stood behind you, impatiently waiting to get out of the building. You were unsure what to do, you had no control over the firey blasts coming from you. But for the first time, metaphorically and physically, someone was standing with you. You closed your eyes and focused on the blank void in your eyelids. Taking a deep breath and opening your eyes you shot your hand forward, letting a path through the fire slowly open.

“Just like that! Just a little more!” Damian shouted,

You yelled in pain, breaking more of the fire apart.

Damian gasped, looking over to you right as you fell unconscious. Without skipping a beat, he caught you and ran. He ran deep into the woods, trying to be sure no one could catch them. He looked behind him, the schools fire was spreading through Gotham. Setting you down, he moved the hair out of your face and stared with a judgmental look on his face. Then he put forward his hand to check your pulse. Still here. She’s the reason the city is on the verge of complete flames, yet he feels at complete peace sitting there in the woods with her.

You opened your eyes, finding yourself in a large dark room. In the corner was a figure sitting with his back turned at a desk. You stretched before setting your feet on the ground. You noticed the burn holes in your shoes, then pants, then sweatshirt. Then you remembered everything. You quickly looked up as there was a knock on the door.

“Damian! What’s going on?!” A deep voice yelled.

“Shit shit shit shit shit” whispered Damian. “We have to get out of here.”

“What?”

He put his hand over your mouth and used his hand to move your towards the window.

“Do what I do.” Damian instructed.

You jumped towards the ground and followed him through a long forest followed by a tall stone wall surrounding the place. After we made it through he turned to you and placed a finger over his mouth then you followed him to a dark secluded alley. Damian looked around making sure it was safe, then placed the hood over his head.

“What’s going on? Where am I? Who are-“

“Look, the city is on fire, and it won’t stop burning. No amounts of water will stop it and everyone on the streets of Gotham is looking for you. Stop the fire now.”

You what?

“What do you mean the fire won’t go out?” You asked in disbelief.

“Nothing is stopping it. I know it has to be you.”

A part of you wanted to coward away into the fire and die with it, but something the feeling of looking around this man makes you feel okay.

“Not to mention they have footage of you… everyone knows it’s you.”

You stare blankly at the streets on fire,

“I…” you pause.

“I’m not leaving you until this is over.” Damian sternly stated. He placed a hand on your shoulder.

You turned to him, your eyes softened, you felt a warm sensation in your chest- a good one.

“Do you meditate?” Damian asked,

For some reason he feels the need to help you. He relates to you almost. Maybe he sees what you could become, or maybe he could you had no sense of home like he did. Whatever it was it made him feel like risking everything for you.

“No?”

“Before I came here, I stayed somewhere far away from everyone and everything so I could live with myself and control myself. All through meditation. Sit with me please, do what I do again.”

You sat in-front of him mirroring his pose and shutting your eyes.

“Starting at your feet, take a minute to think about how every part of your body feels. Slowly work your way up.”

After a long period of silence, Damian continued the instructions.

“Slowly open your eyes now. I want you to identify the things you see to yourself right now. Just list everything you see, don’t think much.”

The trash. The rocks. The fire. God the fire. There’s a spider web, or maybe a Cobb web? And fire. So much fire.

You started to breath fast and heavy, waves of panic took over your body. You had to stop all of this fire? You didn’t even know how to start it.

“Hey, look at me. Not the fire. I’m right here, what do you see on me?”

Black hair. Spiky black hair. Tan skin. Dark eyes. Stern sharp eyes. He was like a black cat.

“Close your eyes again.”

You almost didn’t want to.

“Feel inside of you again. Think of what you feel. What did you see? How does it connect to the noise you hear right now?”

You could feel it. The fire. It was there in your core, burning. The burning got hotter and hotter until you opened your eyes, nearly in pain. The fire had gone out more, and weakens around you.

“That’s it. You’re in tune.” Damian smiled.

But it hurts.

You took a deep breath, and kept going.

Damian could tell it hurt, he understood the burning that gets worse when things get better.

“It’s all going to be okay.”

The fire eventually went out on one street, but there’s a lot more to Gotham then that. You and Damian decided to lay low overnight so you could get energy back before taking down more. You were still an enemy of the city, and who could blame them? It was night three of being on the run that you thought to ask his name.

Damian’s admiration for you grew, he spent all day trying to find more ways to help you control this curse. His phone was going off nearly every five minutes, you would just watch as he’d pause what he was saying, grumbled, looked at his phone, sighed, and type.

“Bruce, have you seen the news that just came out?” Alfred asked.

“No, is is about Damian?”

The poor man had been searching day and night for his son.

“Yes sir. I was watching the news and a video recording of last night came up, she was in an alley way and master Damian was clearly behind her…”

That confirmed Bruce’s instincts. His son was kidnapped, and he would do everything in his way to get him back. Without any words he stood from his desk, walked over to his weapons, and started packing his most obscure ones.

“Sir?”

“I will tear Gotham apart to find my son.”

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I’m a Damian Stan and there’s very few fics for him so please idec what just f!reader or Gn!reader

I gotchu don’t worry

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Born To Die.1 (Jason Todd x reader)

The reader and Jason were friends for a long time before Batman took him in. You and him only had each other and the streets of Gotham.

(TW drug use)

Cold nights were the worst. You weren’t sleeping outside or anything but the kitchen floor of your job wasn’t the coziest. Speaking of warm, there was more warm next to you last night, where did Jason go? It wasn’t abnormal to wake up without him. Hell, you’ve spent more mornings without him then with, but no matter what you always ended up sharing the day by lunch time. You took a few steps outside before the familiar smell of smoke ran through your nose and you let your nose guide the way. There was a long path that trailed behind the buildings your job was in, heading to the usual spot you whistled to calmly grab his attention.

“It’s not even 8 am is it? Already at it?”

You joked, what better way to warm up? He passed it over to you while you mumbled a thanks.

The crisp air was awakening.

“You working today?”

“No,” you paused, taking a hit. “I know what we should do today though.”

“And what’s that?”

“Holy shit, Firefly… you’re insane.” Jason chuckled, looking around at the empty green house.

He questioned you robbing a magical treehouse,

“I’ve seen the women who owns them she doesn’t need all of them… and shes a criminal.”

“These won’t hurt you will they? You don’t know what she could have in these plants.”

You laughed,

“Yes, this tired women laced her beloved plants.”

Stretching your hand forward touching the large flower bud planted in the middle of the greenhouse. Your finger tips felt warm as the plant shared its energy to you.

“This is one way to make it through the winter.” Said Jason, taking stems and roots of various plants and throwing them into his bag.

If I get sick this winter I’ll die.

You let go of the plant, feeling full of life again. You excitedly let out a shout of energy.

“Her plants have something to them, man.”

“You’ve been here before? Without me? That’s dangerous.”

Not really, you replied.

You shivered, weak against the wind. Gotham city’s pollution was out of control and non frozen greenery was impossible to find. You curled up closer to yourself while sitting on the floor. Homelessness as a plant being who needs the sun and warmth to thrive has some ugly moments. Taking one last weak sad breath, you shriveled down into your unconscious.

After a while of freezing, a tall being with fiery red had come across your inhuman rotten looking body. Don’t ask how you knew, but you knew she knew you needed her help.

“Finally awake are you?” A deep gorgeous voice questioned from the shadows. You sat up from wherever you had been laid down and looked around. A green house, full of the craziest plants you’ve ever seen. The strongest energy you’ve felt.

“Who are you?”

“Don’t worry about it. You were dead on the streets of Gotham before I took you here. You should be thankful.”

“Why do I feel so strong?” You honestly asked. Her green skin was a give away that you could be honest with her.

“Because, darling, there’s no plants like my own. Where are your plants, hm? How did you let yourself freeze and die like that?”

“I’m stronger then her. It wouldn’t matter.” You said shortly.

“Uh” he said doubtfully, “alright”.

This women can survive winter and, well, you can’t. So you need her plants. As many as you can get. Prop lifting is the act of stealing plants by taking a piece of their stems, and planting the stem to grow your own plant; ‘propagation’ is the act of making one plant multiple.

“I need a Greenhouse.” You sighed

“If I could give you a greenhouse I would.”

“Means a lot,” you laughed, “Thanks.”

Even though you rolled your eyes, you can’t lie and say Jason isn’t a sweetheart at the whole plant thing, because he’s the best, most thoughtful, best friend anyone could ask for. Continuing picking the stems of colorful, glowing, exotic plants, when next thing you knew a plant reached out and grabbed your wrists and ankles holding you in place. Firstly, you looked towards Jason to see he was caught too.

Here we go. Your eyes glowed white, and skin glowed a fluorescent green and light pink. Connecting to the plants to calm them, freeing you and Jason instantly. Jason ran in-front of you as protection, but, no offense, you didn’t need it in this situation. Pulling Jason away you faced the one behind the attack. Poison Ivy. You didn’t know much of her criminal history, just that she saved you once. Even though that ended up meaning nothing.

What separates you and The Poison Ivy is that you’re an empath in a way. You survive on the energy of other life, just by living in it. (Or living in a perfect world at least) You can manipulate the energy from others into whatever energy you want, with practice. You don’t have that much practice. You did the one thing you’re good at. Sleep. Poison Ivy fell forward with her plants.

“We gotta go.”

[klwrites]

Hi!

Huge superhero fan for 7 years, haven’t written fanfic in awhile but I miss it 😚 so please send requests!

Currently writing for…

Dick Grayson

Damian Wayne

Jason Todd

Bryce Wayne

Diana Prince

Harley Quinn

Poison Ivy

Peter Parker

Wanda Maximoff

Natasha Romanoff

I write mostly one shots! Working on some stories now though, so stay tuned…

Feel free to ask for anything/ anyone I didn’t list!