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ngl my life is in shambles rn, if anyone pays attention to this blog i haven’t forgotten about it i just have less than two percent will to live

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gonna try and put something out this weekend, maybe something for batmom and the naruto fic. not sure, life has been beating my ass and i have been feeling very hopeless lately but maybe writing will help.

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Konohagakure, 10/18 Year 49

As early morning light flooded in the unfurled curtains of the hospital room Biwako attempted to relax while her unborn child was making her morning particularly painful. Late last night they had come to the hospital in a hurry, Biwako barely able to stand from her sudden labor pains and intense panic. Surely it wasn’t supposed to hurt this much? The midwife said this birth would be much easier the second time around. Hiruzen rushed them to the hospital immediately and made sure his wife was as comfortable as possible before assuring her he would return after clearing his schedule for the day with the council. He had left at 5AM and it was 6:30AM now. Biwako didn’t like being left alone while so close to birth but was also thankful to have this short time to speak with her son before he would enter this shinobi world. Caressing her stomach she began speaking softly to her swollen bump,

“Asuma, in just a short time, at least I hope it’s just a short time. You will enter this world and join the Sarutobi clan. Our family is strong and loving, we possess the will of fire and bear it like a badge of honor and I know you will too. It is a dangerous world we live in, unfair and unkind, but shinobi like your father help make it a better place. Shinobi like you one day. Your father and brother are very excited to meet you, they talk to you so much I’m sure you’ll recognize their voices as soon as you hear them. I am so excited to meet you, I can’t wait to see what you’ll look like, though I’ll be happy as long as you’re healthy. That being said we are ready for you any time, so feel free to come as soon as you’d like.”

Letting out a chuckle at her last words she jumped in her hospital bed as her husband’s voice resonated in the quiet room, “That was beautiful, hanii. Much like you. I hope my absence wasn’t too long, I did try to be quick but you know the Council.” Hiruzen made his way to his wife’s bedside and sat in the chair next to it, placing one hand on her stomach and his other in her waiting palm. “You’re fine, anata. We just had a little chat about someone needing to hurry up in there.” Poking at her stomach as she said someone. Chuckling as well he leaned forward to place a small kiss on her rounded stomach, soon to be flat once their child graced them with his presence.

He could admit he would miss seeing her this way, round and glowing with his child in her womb. His wife mainly in dresses the last few months because pants have just been too much work. Not only would he miss her figure but he had mourned the loss of a possible daughter. It was best for Biwako that this be her last pregnancy, the last 36 weeks had taken a large toll on her health. While she was expected to make a full recovery, as long as the birth went well, they prioritized her life and the life they can give the children they already have over the possibility of a daughter in the future.

Being broken out of his thought by a large gasp from his wife as she squeezed his hand mercilessly he felt sorry for her. He couldn’t imagine the pain child birth was, though he hoped the midwife was correct and the process went smoother this time. “Anata, I need the doctor. It’s time.” She let out another moan of pain as Hiruzen stood at her words and pulled away from her to call for help. Dashing towards the hallway he called for help before returning to his wife’s side, placing a chaste kiss on her forehead he tried to remember everything he had done for his wife during the birth of their first son. As he heard the doctor entering the room he connected eyes with his wife and through her pain they both grinned in excitement. Here comes their son.

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At exactly 8:00AM on October 18th a baby, not an Asuma but an Asami, was born to the Sarutobi clan. Completely unexpected and taking the doctors by surprise considering she had evaded months of ultrasounds, she was born happy and healthy. Exactly 8 hours after that, at 4:00PM, the Asuma they were expecting was then born. It was no wonder this pregnancy had been so much more difficult, she had an extra seven pounds and eight ounces in her stomach. Biwako was overjoyed at their wondrous news, a boy and a girl! Though her son taking an extra eight hours to arrive was not very joyful. Never had they expected twins and the prospect was a little daunting to the two. Nevertheless they had everything they needed in their three children and each other.

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Konohagakure 10/19 Year 49

It was the day after the twins had been born and the Sarutobis decided they were ready for visitors. Calling on his team first he was excited to share the wonderful news, Tsunade had hoped Biwako was having a girl and was slightly disappointed when she found out they were having another son. Well, slightly was an understatement. After Jiraiya had loudly declared she had lost yet another bet and would need to pay up, she broke the table they had been sitting at and threw Jiraiya out of the restaurant. That had been a hefty bill for the Hokage and took quite some apologizing on his part. Orochimaru thought the encounter quite comical though and it was nice to see his pupil smile.

Being broken out of his thoughts by a loud knock followed by his young kunoichi hissing “Shh! We’re in a hospital!” and an even louder slapping noise he knew his students had arrived. Grinning to his wife who held a very quiet, but wide awake, Asami in her arms he gestured to the door. Biwako nodded with an encouraging smile, readjusting her daughter slightly to be sitting up. Standing to open the hospital door room with Asuma in his arms he took a deep breath before embracing the chaos.

“Would you quit hitting me, Tsunade! You and your brute strength!” Jiraiya groaned as he rubbed the back of his head. At that Orochimaru snickered, Tsunade wouldn’t take the slight lying down. The woman in mention narrowed her eyes at his words and was ready to verbally retaliate when the door opened and Sarutobi Sensei stood before them. All three students fell quiet as they peered at the baby in his arms, though Orochimaru tried to quiet his interest externally. “Thank you all for coming on such short notice, I wanted you to be the first we shared the good news with.” Hiruzen addressed his students before gesturing for them to enter the room behind him. A small smile on his face at the surprise waiting for them beyond the threshold.

A small gasp filled the room from Tsunade at the sight of Biwako sitting in her hospital bed with another baby. “Two babies? Twins! Please tell me that’s a girl!” The young kunoichi rushed to the mother’s side pulling up a chair to sit down as she reached her hands out for the child, hesitating when the words brute strength echoed in her head. Orochimaru recognized the look, even though Tsunade acted tough she was still an insecure girl sometimes. “You won’t hurt her, Jiraiya’s an idiot. Don’t listen to him.” He stated plainly, shoving her forward so she stumbled into the chair. “Hey!” Jiraiya knocked into his shoulder, why was everyone going after him today? Tsunade looked back with a small look of appreciation, he pretended not to notice and looked at Biwako curiously.

“She’s a girl right?” The pale faced nin gestured toward the baby she was placing into his team mate’s arms. “Yes she is! This is Asami, she’s quite the surprise. Born at 8:00AM yesterday.” The mother chirped back happily, glowing with motherly love and affection for her babies. “This here is Asuma, born at 4:00PM yesterday.” Hiruzen spoke as he patted Jiraiya’s shoulder and pushed him to sit down in the chair he was next to. As Jiraiya sat Hiruzen spoke to him quietly, “Cradle your arms and make sure you support his head and neck, he’s not made of glass there’s no need to look so nervous.” Jiraiya looked at his Sensei with nervousness in his eyes, babies are so small and he’s so… the opposite. Holding his arms out gently he allowed for the small bundle of life to be placed in his arms, unsure of what to do next he looked to the older man for any idea. Hiruzen barked out a laugh at the helpless look on his pupil’s face, enemy nin and rogue ninja were nothing but a baby had the young man in shambles. “Just hold him, son. He’s just a baby, he doesn’t do much.” Hearing his Sensei’s words he felt himself relax a bit, settling in with the baby in his arms the child quickly fell back asleep. Son, Hiruzen always says they’re like his family and maybe the old man really did mean it.

As Asuma settled it was like the energy he had was transferred to Asami and she began to start babbling and waving her hands around. Moving her head she seemed incredibly animated for a newborn. Something had caught her attention it seemed as her father noticed the baby’s eyes zeroing in on his only pupil that had het to greet her. Looking at the young man’s face it seemed the child had captivated even his most withdrawn student.

Orochimaru had been watching closely at the way Tsunade and the others handled the babies and believed he could do it. Though even he himself wasn’t sure why he wanted to do such a thing, he’s never liked children before. Though the girl had caught his attention, duping all medical professionals and seemingly born with luck on her side. Trying to garner the courage to ask if he could hold the child his Sensei seemed to know the situation better than he did. “Would you like to hold her, Orochimaru?” Hiruzen asked quietly enough that Jiraiya wouldn’t hear him, probably willing to answer for him and that wasn’t what he was looking for at the moment. Encouraging him with warm eyes he spoke once more, “She seems interested in you too.” Hesitating the younger male nodded, attempting to locate a chair before realizing they were both taken. He was slightly nervous about holding the newborn child while standing. The mother in Biwako appeared to notice his discomfort and offered him a seat, “You can sit on the bed with me, I know it’s a little scary standing with them at first.” She spoke to him quietly, patting the bed beside her as she kept looking at her baby boy in Jiraiya’s arms. Truthfully the avoided eye contact was a blessing, this encounter was making him feel vulnerable and he didn’t like it.

As soon as Tsunade placed Asami in his arms she settled, content to look up at his face in wonder. Returning her stare he began to take notice of her features. Her head full of dark hair catching his attention first, her small hands reaching towards his face caught his attention next, and lastly her eyes. They didn’t match anyone in the family, a striking color that reminded him of crackling embers and scorching flames. “Her eyes are beautiful aren’t they?” Biwako asked him, startling the pale faced nin out of his thoughts. Looking slightly sheepish that he had been caught he nodded to the mother and agreed. His sensei spoke from the other side of the room, “We believe she has been born with a will of fire so strong it even marks her outward appearance, she will become a very capable kunoichi some day. I hope she is able to study under all three of you, my students, to learn from the best.” At that Orochimaru looked at the babe in his arms once more, maybe he wouldn’t be opposed to training the child when she became of age. Maybe, he could be Asami’s sensei.

A/N: it’s meeee, ik i said i’d get this out like a week ago but i’ve had so much crazy shit going on lately i just couldn’t. i wrote this on my phone so sorry to computer users if the format is weird. pls enjoy and like/reblog/leave me a comment below on what you liked/didn’t.

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naruto fic teaser? would be a kakashixoc, slowburn ftw. my OC will be the twin sister to Asuma and former student of not only Kushina but Orochimaru (gonna learn a little from all the sannin but him mainly) much like Obito, also i won’t resist making them besties, when she’s younger she aspires to be the Hokage just like her father. obviously you see the tragedy already on its way. i have thought of sm drama for this fic so even if someone doesn’t read it i’m still gonna write it lol. fair warning my writing is very slow but i will come up with the first piece today. if you’re interested could i get a like or a reblog to let me know ?

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Yall need to interact with fanfiction author's more.

So. After the ao3 strike.

I was encouraged to write more comments and make my love known to fanfic writers.

I dont really like commenting. Because im a bit shy and soooo lazy.

Now though. I am writing more comments. And dude. This is so heartwarming. Ya'll need to treat writers better. They are doing the lord's work.

Take for an example, couple of days prior, i was searching for something interesting to read, and found an oneshot quite compelling.

I read it. At the end of it, i was blown away by how good it was. It promised me something and it went beyond my expectations. But then i saw a crime, zero fucking comments!

At that moment, i wasn't feeling up to writing a comment. Because, normally i like to write huge paragraphs. But because im lazy i decided to be brief.

Next day, the author answered that the comment lift their mood for the whole day.

That warmed my heart.

Duuuuuuuude! Write comments! Suport the writers of the fics you like! No need to be something super elaborate. Just give your thoughts. Freak out. Ramble. Ask something. Make theories. Compliment. Make a joke about how you wished to give kudos every chapter but ao3 sucks(not true bby) and won't let you.

Truly. Just. Comment. It can make someone's day. And that is part of the apeal of writing fics. Interacting with people.

Just give love to fanfic writers yall. They deserve this and so much more.

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Batmom #3

Gotham city is a horrible place, teeming with death and corruption to create a melting pot of horrors her citizens could not avoid. It was here, in this cesspool of dread that your life took a turn for the worst.

A city that had taken everything from her and offered nothing in return. A futile city council let her life fall in the hands of the streets, reducing her to a mere rat in an alleyway scavenging for a meal and warmth. Her fellow citizens ignored her pleas for food, a job, or anyway to clean herself up to be hired for one. A corrupt police department let her disappear, just another missing person’s poster to add to the stack that grew day by day. Gotham took everything from her, how could she ever attempt to love and protect a city that had thrown her down the gutter with no regard as to where she washed up?

Y/N owed her newfound health and sanity to the Justice League but she did not believe she was suitable for offering her help in protecting Earth, let alone Gotham. She had done too much harm, turned into one of the monsters she once feared and terrorized the city herself. How could anyone trust her with human life again, knowing she had been responsible for tormenting such a beautiful thing?

After the night Batman took her into custody her health took a turn for the worst, without the drugs Crane was pumping into her to keep her complacent she soon began to go through withdrawals. Her inability to trust anyone made treatment difficult and she eventually had to be sedated for her body to start healing. While the physical wounds were healing Black Canary feared for her mental state more than anything. They knew Jonathan Crane’s “studies”, Dinah preferred the term torture, focused primarily on fear and obviously something had worked. Just how much damage had been done for your meta-gene to activate?

Diana Prince’s face was the first you saw after waking from months of being in a medically induced coma. The League thought maybe seeing a woman first would induce less stress, it was a plus Diana was virtually indestructible. Diana hadn't bothered with the name Wonder Woman when introducing herself. She knew the woman before her already knew who that, the heroine, was. But she deserved trust in order to give it and her identity was a step. They already knew who the young woman was, it wasn't fair for her to be shrouded by more mysteries and half truths.

-----Past-----

A door opening brought Y/N's attention off the scuff on the wall she had been staring at since she woke. She made no movements and appeared serene as the noise registered in her ears. One could almost believe she was a normal person recovering from an injury, until you noticed the inhibitor collar ornamenting her neck like a choker she would've once thought fashionable when she had possession of her own mind. Her eyes would tell you anything you needed to know about her true state, the saying they were like windows to the soul rang true. Trapped inside the padded cell that was her consciousness she screamed and ran into the walls, searching for any way out of the prison she had been trapped in for months. While her body slumbered and healed peacefully her mind was a living nightmare she had been trapped in for months or maybe even years. She had no clue how long she had been held captive by her own self, her very own thoughts and past actions binding her. It was like a darker, more sinister version of herself lived within her. And with only herself to turn to she appeared, the bete noire, you knew she was Crane's creation. This couldn't have always been you, this thing that weaponized fear like it had been melded into a weapon of her own design. She used your fears against you, when you once thought you were invincible your very own mind was turning you into the same victims your hands had marred. The woman's strong voice brought you out of your torment.

"I know you must be confused, this is most likely the first time you've been completely lucid in years. My colleagues and I want to assist you, we know you've been given abilities you're unable to control. We can help you. I can help you, I want to help you. I know you know who Wonder Woman is but that isn't me, not really. My name is Princess Diana of Themyscira, but here I call myself Diana Prince." She sat next to your bed, unsure if she should touch you but decided with the collar there wasn't much you could do to hurt her. Grabbing your hand that remained strapped down by your side she spoke once more. "I can't promise you that you won't have to atone for your wrongs but I can promise that you and I will work together to right them. We will take back what is yours, and if you decide along the way to fight for more than yourself I will be here to guide you through that as well." A woman who hid behind nothing and no one who helped any thing and everyone, in the few words she had spoken to Y/N she had turned the tides in her mind even if it was only a little. Slowly you spoke, your words gravelly and harsh as the vibration of your vocal cords caused your throat discomfort. "I don't think anyone could ever look at me as a hero, not after what we - I - have done." Diana squeezed your hand as she replied, "We can’t help the way we’re born. We can’t help what we are, only what life we choose to make for ourselves." You could only manage a nod, still too exhausted to try and make sense of your situation. You knew you weren't with Crane and his goons anymore. This was a leg up from any situation you had been in before, with that you allowed yourself to sleep.

-----End Flashback-----

Diana is your best friend, she will always be your friend. The League had given you a home when you hadn't had one in years. They gave you safety and protection. The least you could do was offer it to the world in return. After a year of recovery you would be taking another step in the right direction. At least you hoped it was the right direction for you, it was the only way you could even begin to make up for the damage you had caused. Today would be your first mission as a hero, today your story wasn't being rewritten but given a sequel. You only hoped you could be a hero the League was proud of.

AN: Absolutely shit, i know. i be trying tho.

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have something in the works i’ve just been hella busy with work. it’s either going to be a Jason chapter or a flashback to early Wayne Family life

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Batmom #2 - Dick Grayson

Dick Grayson was and is a force of nature. Brought to Bruce, and by extension yourself, as a child of only eight years old through suffering and death you felt yourself a kindred spirit. You were at Haley’s Circus that night, Bruce thought it would be a wonderful date. The night ended in tragedy, a stunt “gone wrong”. You only hoped the energies of the oldest Flying Graysons were at rest.

The worst part of the night was feeling everyone’s fear in the tent. Dick’s fear stood out to you, it was the strongest and you felt the immediate need to rid it from his small self. You didn’t hesitate to jump out of the stands and find him in the chaos. You made Bruce pull some strings so you could take him home, you didn’t care how but the boy was coming with you. You couldn’t, you wouldn’t, leave him alone to some foster facility for however long it would take to find him placement. You would convince Bruce to take him in, if he didn’t you’d find your own apartment and care for him yourself. Diana always wanted more girl time and you knew she loved kids. All these contingencies ran through your head as you held him close, picking him up and taking him out of the tent. Taking him away from the horror and blood that stained the tent that night.

Bruce wasn’t the best father, truthfully he wasn’t much of a father in the early years. Alfred had been a big help and you stepped up to fill the mother figure role in his life. You stopped fighting crime on the daily, only joining the battle field when absolutely necessary. You had a few shifts at the Watchtower weekly but made sure they were while Dick was at school. You refused to let him sit in his grief alone, it wasn’t healthy. At times you overwhelmed him, he was so full of desolation and rage your love made him sick. He reminded you constantly you weren’t his mother, “My mother is dead! You’re just an expensive wanna-be replacement!” His words damaged your heart at times but you never let it show, not to him at least. Alfred spent many nights baking and drinking tea with you while you both discussed the day’s events. Sometimes it was just a few tears you both pretended not to notice, others it was much more difficult. The first year had been the hardest for all of you.

You weren’t sure if Dick finding the Batcave’s Grandfather Clock entrance was the worst thing that ever happened to your family or the best: it brought your boys closer, you and Bruce started talking again, it allowed Dick to move past his anger and grief, it also allowed him to embrace his trapeze skills and think of them positively instead of the negative left behind. Your son becoming Robin was probably the best thing for his mental health at the time. But it also brought bruises, cuts, concussions, forged doctors notes, and small bouts of what Bruce called a “Napoleon Complex”. It brought pain and death right back to your doorstep in ways you never thought possible.

When Dick found out you were a superhero, with what he liked to refer to as magic, he went crazy. He demanded a talent show and to see you in your suit. You indulged if only to see his smiles, he could light up a room with his grin. Using your mutation to lift him in the air sure wasn’t what he was expecting but it was definitely cool. Once you donned your suit Dick recognized you, his next request filled you with dread. “Y/N your powers are so cool! Can you show me my deepest fear? It’d be really cool to know…” He began rambling as you felt a pit form in your stomach. You never want to use those parts of your powers on anyone you love, especially the boy you live for. Bruce, who had been watching your little fashion show, recognized you tensing up and took over the conversation. “That’s enough for today, Chum. Your mother has had a long day and she’s very tired.” It was the first time Dick hadn’t objected to you being referred to as his mother. That day started a new chapter for your family.

Dick Grayson is a force of nature but you couldn’t imagine your eldest son any other way.

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Batmom #1

     The first time you encountered the Batman, who you would later know as Bruce Wayne and your husband, is a day you would never forget.  Gotham’s Dark Knight had rescued you from a life of villainy and crime, your personal hero. It was the start of something beautiful you always said, although your relationship was anything but smooth in the beginning.

Past 

    You were a test subject of Jonathon Crane, he wanted to use fear toxin and psychological torture to awaken meta-genes in ordinary humans and you happened to be his most promising subject at the time. You remember volunteering for the program, they had framed it as test-trials for a new drug meant to strengthen immune systems and increase quality of life in exchange for a hefty payment dependent on how long you stayed in the program. After two years living in shitty motels and alleys you jumped on the offer. Anything was better than petty theft, eating from garbage cans, and sleeping in corrupt homeless shelters.

     Living in Gotham wasn’t kind, after your apartment and all your belongings had been destroyed when the Joker decided to go on a bombing spree you had no choice but to turn to the streets at 20 years old. Gotham’s Mayor and city officials had promised their citizens they would be rehomed and cared for, in reality the displaced apartment renters received a check for a hundred dollars worth of groceries and a two day stay at any hotel in the city. You gave your hotel and grocery voucher to your neighbor with two small children and an elderly mother to care for, she needed it more than you by far. Recuperating after that was nearly impossible. Anyone who said homeless people should just get a job was a damn fool, it wasn’t nearly as easy as it seemed when nice clothing and access to a shower was in scarce supply. The city had failed it’s people and it wouldn’t be the first time it failed Y/N. 

     In the beginning there was sixteen of you, an even split between the men and women. Some of them you recognized, like the two girls who worked the corner of your “street” night and day. There was a third usually with them but she had been murdered two weeks ago. The cops suspected an overdose but the streets knew, they talked and whispered in the night. She had been killed by a client, dumped in the alley that Y/N usually stayed in. That night had been awful, she had been the one to inform them of their friend’s death. She assumed her death had been a wake up call for the women, it had been for herself. She needed to get off the streets before she was just a girl in an alley, taken advantage of and left for dead. There was a few homeless men you recognize from nights spent around dumpster fires and sharing the days spoils. The rest were strangers and she found herself wondering what circumstances had brought them all together. 

     All the volunteers met at Gotham City Mall where you were given new clothes and bussed to a second location, halfway through your bus ride you were all instructed to put a blindfold on. A black cut of cloth had been given to each person, many of you were confused. Why couldn’t you see where you were going? You spoke up as several exchanged looks of fear, “Why can’t we see where we’re going? What’s going on?” You voiced the concerns easily felt throughout the bus, weary of the answer you would receive. What had you gotten yourself into? “The facility we’re going to is a top secret government owned building. This is standard precaution for any non personnel visiting the building.” A man towards the front answered, easing many fears. Not yours though, something felt wrong, you felt this man was lying. 

     Still, you led by example and put your blindfold on. When you had arrived and been shuffled into the building, your blindfolds being taken off, you were met with a stark white room. A scientist began speaking to you, explaining the trials you’d be going through and how you were to be separated. There would be one man and woman to a room, though when you were shown your “rooms” they looked much like a prison cell. They explained they wanted to study their, each man and woman’s, reactions to the opposite sex as they did their research. You started to  become suspicious as this was explained to you. Why would they need to study your reaction to other patients? You were supposed to be in trials for drugs related to strengthening the immune system, that should have nothing to do with other patients. In your head it made more sense for them to isolate all of you, what was going on? What was she about to be subjected to do? And worse, this had all been her doing. 

In the end, you were the only test subject to have survived the “trials” and torture. The trials, you had never been able to refer to your time in the facility as anything but torture and abuse. The scientists always else referred to them as trials, as if giving them any other name would make what they were doing even more sadistic and cruel. Subjecting you to different drugs like LSD, cocaine, Haloperidol, methamphetamines, and truth serum to expose your fears and use them against you. Sleep deprivation was one of their favorite forms of torture, it not only produced natural hallucinations but with the added fear toxin your hallucinations increased tenfold. After developing a dependency to certain drugs they forced you to consume they began to use withdrawal as a form of torture. 

     Your stay in the facility lasted three years, one year after your torture began your metagene that had previously lay dormant was activated. The scientists hypothesized that because of your mania and emotional displacement along with the fear toxin your metagene was influenced in a way that allowed you to manipulate the mind and the emotion fear. You felt all emotions but fear was much prominent, fear was the easiest to manipulate. Once your abilities manifested they began the brain washing. They knew you would never willingly submit to their commands with how much they had awakened your abilities so they began the brain washing. It was another year of  pharmacological torture before they were successful, you willingly began to do missions for Crane and his friends. You believed he had saved you from the streets and given you extraordinary powers, he had saved your life. Your third year stuck with Crane you commited crimes in the name of several villains, Jonathon gave you the alias the Scarlet Witch. Your powers manifested physically as a red energy, it behaved like a fog in a way: clouding the minds of your victims, manipulating their actions, and bringing their worst fears to the surface. 

     At 23 years old you were just a missing person’s report, a face lost to crime and a failing, corrupt police force. That was until Batman caught you, you were usually gone by the time he arrived to stop you. But this time you had faltered, you swore you recognized the faces you had been forced to mar with a bullet to the forehead. They had tried to speak to you before you killed them, to beg for their lives. But this was your mission, they were your mission. That had been the last mission you ever did for Jonathon Crane, the Batman took you into his custody that night. He delivered you to the Justice League. There you stayed while the League tried to find any information on how you had become this but all they had was a missing person’s report. 

     There they monitored your health and watched you go through withdrawal. It took Bruce three months to find the files that told the demise of Y/F/N Y/L/N. In that time you were diagnosed with a heart arrhythmia from the extended drug use you were subjected to. You gained weight, not so sickly looking anymore. You bonded with Diana, she was one of the few people who didn’t hide their faces from your. Somehow it made you feel more human, while you didn’t trust these people she trusted you enough to see the real her. You hadn’t been around someone so genuine in a long time. It took a year of physical and mental therapy for you to begin unlearning what had been brainwashed into you. In that time you grew closer to Batman. Somehow it seemed he understood what it was like to be unmade and made into something darker. That was the rough start to the beginning of your relationship. 

Present

You never expected to live the life you live now, a life in a mansion with too many kids to count and a husband who loves you unconditionally. A life with friends who she could rely on, some superpowered and some not. A butler who may as well be her father, oh how her young self would scoff at the idea of her life now. Bruce Wayne had given you so much and you only hoped one day you would repay the debt you owed him.

A/N: This is probably absolute shit but this is my idea for Batmom.Rn I’m just setting up backstory. I’ve always loved the idea of Scarlet Witch in the DCU because there’s so much backstory you could put in there. She (you) are still from Sokovia, her immigrant background is going to help tie in with Dick/Damian identity struggles. I also really wanted to do something with fear toxin because I feel Scarecrow is such an underrated villain. So here we have it, enjoy or don’t. I’d really appreciate feedback whether that’s likes/comments/reblogs. Thank you <3 

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For WW Protege I would do young justice and pair her with Aqualad

that was my original thought process, thank you for confirmation 🫶🏻 now that i know someone gives a shit i’ll write the next part ♥️

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i promise i’m trying to put out some content, unfortunately my brain keeps saying ew at anything i write

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Dick : * concerned* you should stop making jokes about your dead parents

Y/ n : why ?, what you gonna do? Tell my mother * with a hand on their chest*

Dick : I-

Y/ n : go ahead she's listening

Dick : what-

Yn : she said shut up

Jason : * snickering in the back *

Tim : wow..

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Dick!Robin: Someone take me to art museums and make out with me.

Hero!(Name): But they said not to touch the masterpieces.

Dick!Robin: Well somebody's gotta pin the artwork to the wall.

Cyborg: Cyborg here, those idiots are fucking around in the east wing again.

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said batman

y’know what? fuck you. *adopts you into my found family*

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You don’t have to, but I’d highly appreciate it if you could help reblog this for bigger sample size

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hollllllly shit damian asking bruce “if that had been me dead, in one of those cages, would you have killed him then?” after the dollmaker mission in batman vs robin gives me whiplash. jason todd parallel if i ever seen one

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New Fic - WW Protege - Need Feedback - YJ Universe or Batboys Universe

    Elina had heard the story of her birth, so to speak, many a time. She had many nicknames among the Amazonian women who helped care for her, the most prominent being "The Miracle Child." When she was a tot it was a story that amazed her, as a young adult she only had questions.

    Elina had been sculpted from clay much like her mother, Princess Diana of Themiscrya. She had pleaded to the gods for a child. Not only a warrior to pass her wisdom too but a child to nurture into a beautiful young woman with a pure heart. Someone to take her place in man's world when she is gone. For days she sat by the shore, sculpting the image of the daughter she wanted more than anything in dark clay resembling her sister Nubia's skin. Unbeknownst to Diana, the gods deliberated amongst the clouds whilst she lay with the small child made from clay.

*Olympus 15 Years Ago*

    The pantheon was full with gods and goddesses alike discussing the Amazon’s request. Many were on the fence, the Amazonians had already been gifted Diana. Some thought it pompous of them to ask for another blessing from the gods. Some thought it was a great idea, their explanation- "Diana's presence has increased the number of worshippers we have, another blessing could bring the whole world to believe in the ways of the Greeks."  The decision would ultimately be up to Hades and 'The Big Twelve': Zeus, Hera, Poseidon, Demeter, Athena, Apollo, Artemis, Aries, Aphrodite, Hephaestus, Hermes, and Hestia. Hades had even made a trip to Olympus for the discussion. Most of them were on the same page, the gods leaning in favor of Diana's request. Man's world had new dangers every day, some that had been a threat for the gods, they need more individuals capable of keeping the threats at bay. "Silence!" Zeus bellowed loud enough for all Olympians to hear, the noise ceased at his demands.  "We have heard your logic and reasoning, this matter will be put to a vote of the gods. I, Zeus, believe we should bless the Amazons once more." Responding as they saw fit responses spilled from their lips. With only two dissenting, Hera and Aries, the decision had been made. Diana's dream would come to fruition.

    The child would receive the same blessings bestowed upon Diana: from Athena she was given wisdom, from Artemis she received eyes of the hunter and unity with all beasts, from Aphrodite she received immense beauty, from Hermes she was granted speed and flight, from Hestia she gained sisterhood with fire and the ability to discern the truth, and from Demeter immense strength. A few of the gods wanted to give the child their own blessing, after seeing what a success Diana is they wanted to give her all the tools to succeed as well. Aphrodite and Poseidon give her the ability to breathe and perform underwater as she normally would. Hermes gave her the ability to learn any language with just a kiss, partnering with Athena to give her great knowledge. Hephaestus gifted her with enchanted armor and a weapon to match, the armor would be too big for her for a while but the weapon would be a great tool to train her with. Not looking much like a weapon in its base form the magic happened when it was touched, all one needed to do was think of the weapon they needed at the time. The enchanted metal would form itself into said weapon, with the ability to change at a moment's notice with the user's thoughts. The last two blessings were a bit of a shock for the others, not expecting either god to be so generous. Hades presented the gift of a helmet of invisibility, conveniently changing the color of the metal at the last minute to match the enchanted armor from before. Last but not least was Zeus, from behind his back he took a lightning bolt. Many looked on in awe as he quietly enchanted the bolt to replenish itself when needed, placing it upon the stone table with the rest of the blessings he turned towards the others. "Should we contact the Amazons?"

*End of Olympus Scene*

Diana divulged to Elina that as she waited by the shore with her sculpted form Zeus came to her in a vision, telling her that she would be blessed with her child. Conditionally with the blessing of her child she is to teach her the ways of Diana's heart, to give her the same ideals that make her Wonder Woman. Diana would raise her to be a warrior the gods would be proud of, with their blessings and gifts she would be a hero. She had to be.

A/N: Trying to decide if I should write this in the Young Justice universe or a Batboys universe so help me decide? Would you read? Who would you ship with? Sorry not sorry about the tense changes. Any feedback is appreciated.