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so.. hot take fix idea..

fire lord zuko would totally try to fuck you anywhere.. i mean, who’d stop him? from the garden balconies to the throne room or even dining room and study.. it’s very evident that he loves you to everyone around and isn’t afraid to let anyone else know it either.

MINORS DNI 18+

"Zuko," you chide under your breath, shying away from ZUKO's lips that brush the sensitive skin of your neck. "Compose yourself." you hushed instruction is paid no heed as he presses himself into your back, pinning you between the railing and his body.

His lowered voice washes warm breath over your ear, sending chills down your spine, "How can I? I can't keep my hands off you." It's in poor taste for the Fire Lord to express such ardent desire so publicly, the balcony overlooking the courtyard is hardly the most inconspicuous place to do it. Even through his layers of robing, you can feel a familiar prodding, and you gasp when his teeth bite into your flesh to distract you. "No one's around." he expresses as if it's encouragement instead of a thinly veiled ploy. It's part of the thrill for him.

The official dressings you wear are inaccessible, you're unsure of how he'll proceed without baring you entirely for the world to see. When his hands grab at the fabrics, bunching them up to inch them higher you reach back to catch him. "Zuko!" you whisper indignantly, glancing at him from over your shoulder. He leans in, furthering you over the balcony from his weight as he steals a grinning kiss from you.

"A quick one, my love. If anyone so much as looks in your direction I'll skin them alive." The barbaric threat is entirely to make you dissolve into giggles as a distraction, moving aside the expensive silks so he can get at what he knows is waiting for him underneath.

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⋆˙⟡#A MAN, A MAN, A- MANNN!⋆˙⟡

⭑.ᐟDEMETRIUS PRINCE(OC) X BATSIB!READER

ᯓ★ SYNOPSIS: the times Demetrius showed he’s a man for you!

ᯓ★GENRE: fluff

ᯓ★INFO: This is a superson OC I’ve written for my own amusement. Demetrius is clearly the son of Diana Prince, and being the older brother of Elizabeth “Lizzie” Prince. Reader is the twin sibling of Damian, Damian being the older sibling. He’s canonically handsome cause he’s the son of Diana Prince. He has those Amazon genes.

ᯓ★WC: 1,265

FIRST TIME.

The first time he proved he was a man for you was when you didn’t like your order. It was straightforward: you decided to venture beyond your usual comfort food preferences. You love meat, especially chicken and eggs, but this was an opportunity for something different.

You were at a quaint restaurant, on what felt like a discreet date—one that Damian would undoubtedly take issue with, considering he’d probably go after this Amazon male for daring to date his twin sibling.

But you appreciated the way he treated you. He opened the door as you entered, pulled out your chair, and pushed it in after you sat down. You suppressed a giggle as you noticed a faint blush on Demetrius’s tanned cheeks. The menu offered several enticing options, and while you found one of your comfort foods, another dish grabbed your attention.

Demetrius studied you intently. “Did you find what you want?” he asked, his tone gentle as he set his menu down.

“Uh.. I think so?” you replied, unsure. As you handed him your menu, he leaned in closer.

“What are you getting?” His anticipation was palpable.

You showed him your choice. “Ah, that’s... unique,” he commented, then confidently ordered for himself and included your choice to the waiter.

When the food arrived, you inhaled the delightful aromas, smiling at how delicious everything smelled. But it was clear that Demetrius's dish looked even more appealing. You tasted yours, giving it a chance based on the enticing smell. That was a mistake; the dish was utterly repulsive. You masked a gag and discreetly spit it into a napkin.

Demetrius ate from his plate, feigning ignorance to your struggle, but a smirk tugged at his lips. “What’s wrong, babe?” he asked, managing to suppress a chuckle as you nervously glanced at him.

“Can... can I have some of your food?” you asked, not wanting to impose, even though you’ve known him long enough in years.

“Sure,” he replied with a chuckle, switching plates with you without hesitation. Your eyes widened in surprise as he took a bite of your distasteful meal.

“Demetri, you didn’t have to do that—”

“I wanted to. I knew you wouldn’t like your food,” he said, leaning back in his chair after wiping his mouth. “That’s why I ordered something I knew you would enjoy.”

He clearly relished the moment, watching your eyes light up with appreciation. You couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Well, thank you, beloved. That was very considerate of you.”

“I know. Now eat up, moró mou.”

That date turned out to be surprisingly romantic.

SECOND TIME.

The second time it happened, Demetrius clearly showcased his protective side. You and he were out for another casual hangout, just the two of you. You confidently held onto his arm, appreciating the way his muscles flexed under his sweatshirt.

On that chilly winter afternoon, you strolled through the city, both of you enjoying your time there. However, Demetrius started to look bored, yawning as you smiled and hummed, rocking back and forth on the balls of your feet. You noticed someone around your age throwing glances your way, but you didn’t think much of it until you caught them staring at you again.

Feeling a shiver run down your spine, you instinctively leaned closer into Demetrius. The unwanted attention made you want to shrink away, but Demetrius sensed your discomfort immediately. He looked down at you and then shifted his gaze to the person who couldn't stop staring.

His jaw clenched tightly as he positioned his large frame in front of you, effectively blocking the person’s view. With a fierce glare from his deep blue eyes, he silently dared them to try anything. The moment the person felt the heat of Demetrius’s intimidation, they quickly looked away.

From that point on, Demetrius took it upon himself to shield you from anyone's gaze for the rest of the day. He grasped your hand firmly in his, making it clear that he wanted you close by and wouldn’t let you wander off.

THIRD TIME.

The third time, and now the present moment—Demetrius demonstrated that even a touch of makeup doesn’t diminish masculinity. His little sister Lizzie, on the other hand, was clearly bored and insisting that he play dress-up with her.

He insists he’s focused on his future spouse—on you. He reclines his wavy black hair onto your lap, leaning in to kiss your hand as you run your fingers through his hair. In the background, Lizzie pouts and storms off to her room. You can’t help but frown; the girl just wanted someone to play with.

“Come on, beloved, she’s just looking for someone to play with,” you say firmly, withdrawing your hand as he attempts to kiss it again.

Demetrius groans, rising with his eyes cast down. “That brat can entertain herself with her dolls for all I care.”

He was struck sharply in the head, coupled with an intense glare from you. “Demetrius Prince. You will play with your little sister; she clearly looks up to you.” With that, you got up and exited his room, shutting the door behind you—and leaving the frustrated Amazon male to sigh deeply.

Running a hand through his hair, he got up and followed you. He might be a jerk, but you were absolutely right about Lizzie admiring him. He found you in her room, engaged in a lively tea party.

Demetrius leaned against the door frame, a confident smile spreading across his face as he watched his cute lover and sister play together. You exchanged a knowing glance, aware he would follow you into the room.

Without hesitation, he plopped down next to you on the rickety little chair that felt like it could collapse at any moment under his weight.

Lizzie pouted. “No! That spot is for Ms. Gloria!” she declared firmly. Demetrius rolled his eyes. “Guess she’s not coming, then.”

The tension between the siblings was palpable, each giving the other a pointed glare until Lizzie’s face lit up with mischief.

“Then you’re Ms. Gloria!” she announced with a cheeky grin.

“What?!” Demetrius exclaimed, his voice echoing, causing you to stifle a laugh behind your hand.

Although he could have protested, he surrendered to the moment, allowing you and Lizzie to enthusiastically apply makeup on him.

He looked surprisingly good with a touch of red lipstick and blue eyeshadow. There was no denying it—his looks certainly made him a pretty boy.

“You know, most guys would rather die than put on makeup, my beloved.” You said decisively as you reached for some blush. Demetrius huffed, crossing his arms defiantly. “Well, I’m not like most guys, babe.”

You couldn't help but chuckle at his protest. “You’ve got that right.”

As you cupped his face to apply a hint of blush, Demetrius opened his eyes, his breath steady as he locked onto your face and then traced down to your lips.

“…you’re really close,” he murmured, his voice low. You paused, a playful smile crossing your face. “Am I?” you asked, leaning in even closer. The hint of blush on his cheeks morphed into a genuine flush as he placed his hands firmly on your hips.

“Yep…” he said before pulling you in for a soft kiss. Responding felt like pure magic, but it abruptly shattered when Lizzie gagged dramatically at the sight of her older brother kissing you.

“Eww!! Cooties!!” she exclaimed, her tongue sticking out in mock disapproval.

Demetrius broke the kiss, rolling his eyes in annoyance. “Oh, shush it.” But Lizzie couldn't help but giggle afterward, returning to the tea party as if nothing happened.

Demetrius Prince tag: @darkfaethedestroyer @dead-ry-walking @chalkadow @eclecticeaglebluebird @mistake34 @dandelion-delusion

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★NIGHT SURPRISE

Ivan + Jack x Reader

Info; DC OCS, Jack is the son of Harley Quinn and joker. Ivan is the half brother of Jack and is the son of Harley and posion ivy.

You bounced around your room, fully awake at 12:35 am, feeling electrified by the late-night excitement. You confidently made your way to the kitchen, ready to grab a delicious snack. As you opened the fridge—disregarding the need for lights because, why not, you live alone—you reached for some grapes. But then, you dropped them.

Why?

Because two tall figures stood there, one with a buzz-cut and the other with wavy hair. Their piercing blue and green eyes locked onto yours with an intensity that made your heart race. You let out a sharp scream and instinctively threw the box of grapes at the figure with blue eyes just as the lights flickered on.

“WHAT THE FU—” you interrupted the blonde as he crouched down, gripping his head. “JACK?! IVAN??”

Ivan, the boy with green skin and a nonchalant demeanor, shot a deadpan look at his half-brother as he hissed and stood back up. “Hey babe~" Jack purred. Ivan rolled his eyes before using his vine tentacles to pick up the grapes and hand them to you.

“Listen, we came to check on you because of the recent armed robberies.” You clutched the grapes to your heart and sighed. “You could’ve called ahead.” Jack held up your phone with a smirk. “You left it in your room.” “Seriously?” You shot back, extending your hand.

Jack readied himself to throw it, lifting his leg as if to pitch. “AH! No, don’t throw it.” Jack pouted, grumbling about how you’d ruined his fun before handing it over. Normally, you both knew this was a routine you could have avoided.

Yeah.. this night is not normal at all.

Jack Quinn tag: @xxxryukifukuxxx @lockofspades @sramoonlight @darkfaethedestroyer @gayartisticandlonely @sleeping-l0s3rs @itsmossy @dead-ry-walking @fanaticf1fan @cxcilla @wolffrankie @jellystar-star @nayykura @nickithearticorn @deadwillow240 @nightblanc @winter-world @valyntime @luxylucylou @timeastronomerdrawer @piratedelusion @existingtoreadfanfics @holylonelyponyeatingmacaroni @jjoppees @qhevy @dandelion-delusion @ratchetprime211

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. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁#FAIR AMUSEMENT. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁

⭑.ᐟPair: Damian Wayne x Roth! Male reader

ᯓ★Summary: The small Roth spending time with the small Wayne, the two boys start to have fun until Damian gets annoyed at seeing a boy acting a little too “friendly” with the raven he finds beautiful.

ᯓ★Note || Y/N is the little brother of Raven, hero name is Corvus. The Latin name for Raven.

ᯓ★WC: 613

a rewrite of this

"Roth," Damian says, glancing at the boy in front of him as he walks ahead with palpable excitement. "Huh? Sorry, Damian, what were you saying?" Y/N responds, noting the familiar frown on Damian's face. "Why are you so enthusiastic about...amusement?" he remarks, and Y/N pouts in response.

"Damian, I'm excited because I'm spending this time at the fair with you! I’ve never really had fun at a fair, or is it an amusement park? I honestly can’t tell the difference," Y/N admits with a light chuckle. Damian looks away, feeling warmth creep to his face as he clenches his jaw. "Hey! Niños, don’t wander too far!" Jaime calls out, noticing that the two boys have drifted away from the group. Garfield is already off, likely stirring up trouble or racking up tickets.

"Got it! C'mon, Damian, I heard there's a game where you shoot at fake ducks to win a huge stuffed animal!" Y/N exclaims. Damian maintains his stoic expression, attempting to conceal his intrigue, though his eyes betray him. Y/N’s focus shifts to the surrounding attractions—cotton candy, loud music—yet Damian knows the boy is eager for the shooting game, so he leads him on their "quest."

When they finally arrive at the game stand, the vibrant lights and colors ignite Y/N's enthusiasm. Time slows as Y/N turns to him, leaving Damian in a state of unexpected awe. Is this what those main characters in sappy romance movies experienced during slow-motion scenes? Yes, this is exactly how he feels. With excitement, Y/N points to a large penguin. "Look! They have a huge stuffed animal, just like I said!" Damian crosses his arms loosely. "I see it, Roth."

Without hesitation, Y/N eagerly grabs the shotgun. After handing over the money, Y/N begins, though struggles to hold the gun steady. The worker at the counter seems impatient. Damian shoots an icy glare at the man, making his annoyance dissipate. Just then, another boy, roughly their age, approaches, attempting to guide Y/N.

Damian's eyes narrow; he doesn't like the way the boy is looking at Y/N. Crossing his arms, he glares until the boy leans in to whisper something, prompting Y/N to chuckle. That’s it—Damian makes his move, stepping in and positioning himself behind Y/N. He places his hands on Y/N’s arms, ensuring they’re readied to aim at the ducks.

“Y/N, focus on the ducks. Shoot.” You comply instantly, and Damian can’t help but smirk at your success. As you win the penguin, he steps back, but not before indulging in a little pettiness of his own by trying the game himself. With perfect aim, he shoots and wins another penguin. Y/N's eyes widen in admiration while Damian notices the other boy scoffing and walking away. With a self-satisfied swagger, Damian wraps an arm around Y/N, who beams while hugging the two winning penguins.

“Best night ever!” Y/N declares as they climb back into the car with the team. Garfield is already snoozing, Jaime not far behind. Kory drives, with your sister in the passenger seat. Raven glances back, a smile creeping onto her face as she sees Y/N's joy. "Little crow, where did you get those?" she asks softly.

"I won one for myself with Damian's help. But he got me another one," you reply, grinning. As you lean against Damian, he initially stiffens but soon relaxes, a smile hidden by his hand. He stares out the window, captivated by his own reflection.

"That was generous of you, Damian. Thank you," Raven says, her tone warm. Damian simply hums in response, still lost in thought as he reflects on the happiness of the moment. And in that instant, he feels a sense of satisfaction too.

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“So..submissive..”

Dick Grayson x Superboy!Reader

Summary: dick Grayson is the most submissive man for his super boyfriend.

Warning: suggestive, sex indication but not written, submissive!dick, soft(?)dom!reader,dick and reader are 18+, & fluff/lime.

Dick Grayson, known as Robin. The sidekick of Batman, and adopted son of Bruce Wayne. What a shocker to know that when he grew up more as Robin. He didn’t expect to fall inlove with a kryptonian boy that was a sidekick just like him. Just to Superman, and son of Clark Kent. Coming to earth through natural birth of your mother Lois lane.

It was a blessing to be alive and trained well by your father before fighting by his side. Even seeing his way of life, it was amazing! What was even better was seeing the boy wonder himself and meeting him. You two met in a mission with your dads. You both awkward young kids didn’t know how to strike up a conversation. Or even a damn handshake towards each other, but when the mission ended. Dick had confidence to talk to you. And you talked back with a charming smile. It was soon history as dick would immediately get dressed in his hero costume when he heard from Bruce that Clark was bringing you along with patrol, missions and such.

He couldn’t help that he was crushing on the half kryptonian male. Years went on as the two sidekicks got older, and bigger. Though you were bigger than him still, even after years. The small crush dick thought would go away never did. And the same to you as dick always looked at you. Dick couldn’t help but blush everytime your muscles bulged. His stare was so intense on your arms, you turned around smirking. He looked away, nervously as he felt you close in on him. Not knowing what else to do, he looked at you to only see a soft gaze in your eyes. That’s when you kissed him, he was shocked! Hella shocked. But he kissed you back, having his hands all in your hair as your hands placed themselves on his hips.

You two started to date after. It was sweet to know that Clark approved a lot with Lois. Meanwhile Bruce was a little suspicious, but neither the less was supportive. The two boys started to live together when college years came up, they got their own space, their shared room, their two dogs. It was amazing and comfortable. Years and more years went by and the relationship between the two grew stronger and stronger. Soon Robin, became Nightwing. You were still superboy to what your dad said to you, but you didn’t care less as you lived with your wonderful and arobatic boyfriend.

Some nights are relaxing, chilling, even movie nights with you two cuddling. Hailey and your dog just sits next to each other, wagging their tails and barking happily at their two owners loving each other. Some nights are…lonely for dick or you. Dick goes on undercover mission or just long ass missions. The same for you as you both lay in bed. Missing each other. There’s phone calls, text messages, face time calls in worry that something is happening to the other.

But when it’s those nights when you aren’t home much, dick gets needy, moody, and clingy. He’s whining as he wears your clothes to sleep, he’s venting to his little brothers who gag at the most romantic shit he spurs out. Even his team agree with his brothers. But boy, when you come home. You better hold onto something cause he is like a wife that hasn’t met her husband after years of war.

Dick’s eyes widen as he hears you enter the house tired. “I’m home.” You say as dick immediately rushes you in a hug. He then pepper your face in kisses. Not leaving one inch unkissed. You start to smell his hormones with your sensitive nose. It makes you flustered as dick starts to kiss your neck, you start to pull him off. “Dick. Dick, stop.” Dick whines as he tries to kiss your neck again, your breath now shallow while you try to fight off your persistent boyfriend. With a mean glare at him, dick stops. Immediately with a pouted expression and big blue eyes staring at you. You rubbed his side of his face with one hand, making him lean in your touch.

You soon kiss him, slowly and softly. Dick followed suit and kissed you in the same pace you were going. You just wanted him to calm down as he was acting like a dog in heat. “I miss you…so much..” he says in between kisses. “I missed you too.” You said back, smiling in the kiss. The passionate kiss kept on until dick put his hand on your chest. “Baby…” he whines, breaking the passionate kiss. “Yeah?” You said, rubbing his back. His eyes trail your body, observing it like a hungry hyena towards a zebra. “I want you.” That’s all he said before he started to act in heat again.

Dick immediately hungrily kissed you, making your eyes widen as you held his hips so he could stay in place. He whined as he tried to get close to you, leaning his chest against yours to his. His blue eyes began to darkened as he breaks the kiss. Heavy breaths, he wrapped his arms around your neck. You lifted him up effortlessly as he kept kissing you rough. You kissed him back in the same pace, his tongue wrestling with yours as his fingers gripped your hair tightly.

He break the kiss, going to attack your neck. You hiss feeling his hands hold your head still as he bite and suckle your neck. “Baby…” he moans more as he then goes to kiss you again. You asserted dominance when you felt your tongue swirling with his, dick’s pupils were like hearts as he clawed your back. Small moans exit the man’s mouth, dick’s tan cheeks start to reddened. You felt his legs wrap around your waist tight and you knew that meant business.

You then go to the shared bedroom, where dick chuckled lowly as he kissed you more. The next morning, dick woke up to a lot of purple and red marks all over his body. And his ass hurts, groaning, he turned over to look at you. Looking at you peacefully sleeping as if you didn’t lose control towards him. Dick huffs, seeing he had a team to go to. He tries to get up, only to wobble and fall straight on his face. “I’ll be gentle he says,” dick scoffs trying to sit up. “I’ll make sure you don’t have to wobble he says.. my ass.” Dick sasses as he stares up at the super who’s hearing picked up. You immediately get up, wondering where your boyfriend went only to see him on the floor.

You held in a snicker before helping your poor boyfriend up, he glares at you. Hitting you in the chest, you jolted at first. Feeling the impact but not the pain. “Cmon dickie, I’m sorry.” You said as you help him get clean and dressed. He still glared at you before softening up and hugging you. “Ugh..now I have to explain a secure excuse for why I’m limping.” He says as he kisses your forehead. You smiled at the kiss and kiss him back. “Yeah yeah, but damn baby..” immediately dick felt his knees buckle at the look you gave him.

“You’re so damn submissive…”

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Raccoon!reader + Robin!Jason bonding on a study night.

Raccoon!reader who always stumbles on their tiny human feet towards Jason’s room. He’s studying but his attention is soon driven onto the small raccoon shifter who chirps at him. Raising their tiny baby hands, Jason’s eyes widen before he feels like he could cry. Cry because why the fuck is this baby so adorable.

“Come to me you chunky thing.” He says, opening he arms and pulling from his desk. The baby soon waddles, smiling wide with their chirps, not learning human language yet. Their soft raccoon ears flicking upon their head, and their ringed tail just swishing around when they finally reach the male.

“Geez.. you’re getting heavy.” He says jokingly, ignoring how the small shifter pouts, the baby then noms onto Jason’s finger. Teething apparently since Jason wasn’t affected by the slight chomps.

Jason continued to study, patting the child’s back—making the racoon shifter softly fall asleep on his lap. Best night ever.

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❥𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐚𝐬𝐭.

⭐︎𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐐𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐧 (𝐨𝐜) 𝐱 𝐁𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐢𝐛!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

⭐︎Genre: drabble/ fluff

⭐︎Word count: 177

Jack stretched confidently, lying in bed with his stunning lover, the one he knew was the best in the whole wide world. Y/N Al-Ghul Wayne, his beautiful future spouse, would always stand by his side, no matter the challenges ahead. He turned his head, his blonde hair falling seamlessly against his face, and took in the sight of their peaceful, slumbering expression, a smile tugging at his lips.

He gently brushed his hand against their soft cheek, the contrast of his rough hands only emphasizing their delicate beauty. It dawned on him that he had never truly considered that someone like you would choose to stay by his side. His sweet obsession lay beside him, and he couldn't help but wonder how he had been fortunate enough to win your heart.

As he continued to think, sleepiness began to seep in. Jack scooted closer, firmly wrapping his arms around your body and pressing a tender kiss to your head. His eyelids grew heavier with each passing moment until, finally, he succumbed to the embrace of sleep.

Jack Quinn tag: @xxxryukifukuxxx @lockofspades @sramoonlight @darkfaethedestroyer @gayartisticandlonely @sleeping-l0s3rs @itsmossy @dead-ry-walking @fanaticf1fan @cxcilla @wolffrankie @jellystar-star @nayykura @nickithearticorn @deadwillow240 @nightblanc @winter-world @valyntime @luxylucylou @timeastronomerdrawer @piratedelusion @existingtoreadfanfics @holylonelyponyeatingmacaroni @jjoppees @qhevy

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⋆˙⟡THE BEAST AND THE BEAUTY ⋆˙⟡

⋆˙⟡ DEMETRIUS PRINCE (OC) X CIVILIAN!READER⋆˙⟡

SUMMARY: the beast always finding the beauty in the home of their city.

GENRE: fluff + silly

INFO: This is a superson OC I’ve written for my own amusement. Demetrius is clearly the son of Diana Prince, and being the older brother of Elizabeth “Lizzie” Prince. He’s canonically handsome cause he’s the son of Diana Prince and Steve Trevor (this is my own AU. SO YES STEVE IS ALIVE!!). Demetrius is a brute, and in here superson trio is 15-17 along with reader.

WORD COUNT: 833

Humming a small tune, the boy with tanned skin, blue eyes, and black wavy hair flew across the city you live in. He slightly cared if he was caught flying out of his hero persona.

But hell, he skipped a boy’s hang-out with Damian and Jon.

Getting a text from Damian that said, “Are you abandoning us for l/n?” his text held a disappointed tone whilst Jon sent a crying face emoji. The Amazon boy scrunched up his face before leaving them on reading and putting his phone up.

Demetrius couldn't care as he put his phone down, sure he loved his best friends.

But does he care? No.

Does he care when you say you want to hang out?

Hell yeah.

So here he is, landing in front of your apartment door with a key you've given him—although you gave it to the other people. You gave it to him first and he’s never been able to let that down. He enters your place, smirking that charming smug look he always has as he looks around the apartment.

“Oh honeyyy!~ I'm home!!” he yells, his lofty frame leaning against the kitchen counter. He hums before he looks over, seeing you smile at him cheerfully by the doorframe to your room.

Demetrius couldn't help but smile, he let his arms out—letting you run into his arms. “Demetri!” you cried out happily, loving how he could just easily hold you around. He placed his hands under your thighs, walking over to the couch that faced the TV.

“Hey, how's my favorite person doing?” he asked, sitting down with you cuddling close to him.

“Good!” you lean your head off his shoulder, giving him a soft smile as he nods—patting your thighs. He mirrors your smile, loving how this is his calm place.

Even after he tried so hard to fake who he was; wearing glasses, changing his hairstyle, and lying about who he was. He didn't know you would just accept him as the son of Wonder Woman.

Being the son of a superhero isn't easy, especially being a big brother when Lizzie keeps making fun of him for always sneaking out to your place.

Always walking in with her unicorn shirt and holding her doll as she snickers. Demetrius is already flustered, pushing his little sister out of his room.

But now, here he is—relaxing with his serenity. You wore mixed matching socks with a big hoodie and basketball shorts, clearly fresh from school attire as he watched you play a new favorite movie of yours on Hulu.

Demetrius wasn't the one to have a so-called “soft spot” for anyone. Sure he has one for his close friends and his family, but damn does he have one for you.

“Do you wanna relax?” You turned towards him as the long and aggravating ads started to play. “You still got a hoodie here with some joggers.” you turned from him as you could hear him get him. He stretched, popping his bones with a small grin.

“Alright then, I’ll change for ya’ shorty.” he walks off before he could hear you insult him back. He soon comes back, looking at you sitting on the couch, crisscrossed with your legs.

Looking up from your phone, you gave him a soft smile. Demetrius swore an arrow flew through his heart and it wasn't Cupid or Apollo. Getting ready to jump onto his beloved leisure, Damian and Jon showed up—leading Demetrius to fall on his face in front of you.

Damian smirks, deliberately and smugly. Jon just looked happy to see you as he gave you a nice bear hug.

The two supersons sat down, leading you to be in the middle of them. Damian with his arms crossed and a leg over his other, and Jon with his hands on his lap—patting his thighs as he sways his head side to side.

“Well, Prince, nice to meet you here. We didn't expect you to be here—”

“What the Athena are you doing here?!” Demetrius yells, pointing towards Damian who raises a brow.

“Well, why wouldn't I be here,” Damian places an arm behind you, and if you looked closely, you could catch a glimpse of a vein pulsing in anger along with an angry mark on the boy. “We’re all best friends. Aren't we, l/n?” he asks you, turning his head to see you having a scrunched-up face.

“I suppose…?” your words dragged as you weren't sure how to answer his question before Demetrius lunged at Damian. Flinging him and the green-eyed boy to the back of the couch.

“WHAT THE FUCK?!” you yelled as Jon jumped over the couch to prevent the Amazon male from harming the ex-assassin.

Sighing, you facepalmed as you couldn't—but could believe that this would've happened as Jon is screeching when he gets thrown above your head.

You dodge him effortlessly in case he almost hits your head as you watch your movie.

This is so, not Beauty and the Beast.

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ִ ࣪✮🕷✮⋆˙𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐅𝐀𝐌𝚰𝐋𝐘 𝐗 𝐒𝐏𝚰𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑ִ ࣪✮🕷✮⋆˙

(plus marvel oc aka Deadpool variant for Spiderman!reader)

Webbing Lori to the wall, he glares at you, his strawberry blonde hair covering his face as if he didn't have his ponytail tie with him. You delivered him a sassy nod of your head,” Next time, don't steal my hoodies man.” you walked off to your bed, grabbing a comic book whilst your best friend started to act like a damn fool.

“THIS IS SO UNCOOL SPIDEY!!! LET ME GO!!” Lori yells, his freckled face staring at your complex face.

Ignoring his yells, Lori had small scars across his beach-tanned skin, clearly due to some old scars of regeneration. And he had on spongebon socks, basketball shorts, and your hoodie. Your Deadpool buffs, finally admitting defeat, falling limp while you still read the comic book that Dick had bought for you.

Damian walks in, with Titus close behind him. The teenage boy had on a black turtle-neck sweater, but he ignored the mutant who tried to get his attention. Damian walked over to the half spider half boy, sitting on your bed, mostly relaxing as Titus got close to you.

Now, you feel crowded. Ever since you and Lori got of your Marvel universe into the DC universe, Damian has been 'subtly' clingy, and Lori is overly affectionate as ever.

“Okay, what is this? Some kinda sleepover you both never told me?” you question—sitting up as Lori pulls a small butterfly knife from his shorts and slashes the webs before flipping to secure his landing, jumping on you.

“I wish!” the strawberry blonde says with a pout and a whine.

“I would have established that we would. Expect without the mutant in the room.” Damian said with clear distaste for the other teenage boy who started to fully cling to you.

“Oh suck it up spikey head, you're just jealous I'm cool, and you aren't,” Lori smirks, flipping Damian off, but it was oddly censored by whatever universe god did that.

You sweatdropped feeling the tension rise as Damian’s eye twitched—his green eyes glaring at Lori’s hazel eyes.

Why must this be your daily life?..

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⋆˚꩜｡𝐁𝐀𝐓 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐁𝐀𝐓

𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐍𝐍 (𝐎𝐂) 𝐗 𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐁𝐑𝐎!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

AU: athlete!Jack Quinn x nerd!batbro!reader

Synopsis: when over hearing a couple of guys trying to jump a certain bat, he shows them a real bat.

Genre: oneshot

Info: this OC is an OC I’ve written for my own amusement. He’s the son of Harley Quinn and joker. Full name, Jacklyn Oswald Quinn. I got bored. Reader is the twin brother of Damian, but Damian is the older twin of course. Im only a writer so you can imagine who he looks more like but all I can is he is handsome canonically in my head and anything. Boy’s crazy but handsome.

Warning: possessiveness, violence + blood, yanderish ofc

Word count: 1,571

On a slightly cloudy day, the bell at Gotham Academy rang sharply, signaling students to get to class. In one particular stall, a Wayne and a Quinn were unmistakably present.

Jack kissed you hard, his lips crashing against yours. The glasses you wore were getting fogged up by how hot it was getting.

Jack broke the kiss, his lips lingering against your neck as his hands gripped your hips tightly, leaving a mark that was sure to bruise.

He didn’t care; it was just a sign that you belonged to him. As he glanced at your dazed expression, a low chuckle escaped him.

“Already lost in space?” he teased, his naturally hoarse voice pulling you back to reality. You shook your head, unwilling to speak, wary of what might spill out.

“Hm, looks like the bird doesn’t want to chat. That’s fine,” he said with a smirk, giving your lips a soft peck before locking his gaze onto yours. He squeezed your hips again, firm and possessive.

“Alright, nerd. Get to class.” With one hand, he swung open the stall door and nudged you out. You rolled your eyes while adjusting your uniform, unable to hide your irritation.

“Such a gentleman,” you shot back, sarcasm dripping from your voice. Jack leaned against the sink counter in the bathroom, rolling his eyes as he dismissed you with a wave.

“Whatever, sweetheart. Just consider yourself lucky I went easy on you this time.” A crooked smirk spread across his face as you shot him a pointed look.

“Fuck off,” you shot back, turning on your heel and leaving him alone in the bathroom. “Love you,” he called after you, his tone dripping with mock sweetness. He relished your frustration, savoring the taste of your lips lingering on his. But his smirk vanished as two of his teammates entered.

“Well, well, well, look who it is—the baseball captain,” Joseph said, flashing a smug grin. “Wilkins,” Jack replied flatly, his expression unchanged. He turned his attention to the other teammate, a guy with a bandage on his face and messy black hair. “Elijah.”

“So, how's it going with Daisy?” Elijah asked, glancing around the stalls, making sure they weren’t overheard. Jack raised an eyebrow, shoving his hands into his pockets as he stood tall.

“Me and her broke up. On good terms,” Jack stated firmly. Wilkins let out a disbelieving hum, but he shrugged it off. “Damn, so you’ve been single for, what, four months? What happened to the guy who could get any girl he wanted?”

Jack pushed Wilkins back, irritation flashing in his eyes. “Back off,” he growled, his voice resonating with a deeper edge.

Wilkins stood there, visibly taken aback as he collided with Elijah. “Hey, take it easy!” Elijah exclaimed, trying to diffuse the tension. Wilkins collected himself, nodding in acknowledgment. “Seriously, man, are you and Daisy really on good terms? You seem a bit too fired up.” Wilkins shot back with a grin as he and Elijah exchanged a high-five.

Jack felt a wave of irritation wash over him, and he scrunched up his nose in disdain. With a deep sigh, he pinched the bridge of his nose, his eyes shut tight. “What do you want?” he demanded, his tone leaving no room for nonsense.

The two boys looked at each other, “We’re planning on getting someone. A lil jumping session.” Jack scoffed, getting ready to leave.

“First of fucking all, why tell me. I don't fight anymore.” Jack starts to leave, opening the boy’s bathroom door.

“It's Y/N Al Ghul-Wayne!”

Jack paused, his eyes widening. The two boys smirked, “You wanna join us on the beating him up? He didn't apologize for bumping into us in the hallway. Little shit talked back so we’re gonna give him shit.” Elijah finished talking when Jack fully turned around.

Cold dark blue eyes stared at them before he gave a crooked smile.

“Sure. I’ll join you guys.”

♦︎

“Brother,” Damian states firmly, holding the silverware with a tense grip. “Your boyfriend is here.” You raise an eyebrow, giving him a fake skeptical look. Already preparing to lie.

“Boyfriend? I don't have a—” Jason held Jack by his black hoodie. Jason has a bloody nose and Jack has a shit-eating grin, showing his canines as he purrs for you.

“Hey, listen up.” Jason forcefully tosses the blonde-haired boy into the room. “Y/n, you and your rat have exactly five minutes to talk, and after that, he’s out. I need to see Alfred,” he states, locking eyes with Jack, who simply cackles in response. “Round 2? Someone's eager, old man.” Jason’s eye twitched in irritation before he exited the room, leaving you to sigh at the two of them.

Damian followed Jason, refusing to acknowledge the annoyance of your so-called “boyfriend.”

It was just you and Jack now, and he pressed himself against you, his breath mingling with the clean scent that surrounded you. “You took a shower,” he stated, clearly reveling in the way your body responded with each movement.

You had flicked his forehead, cursing in Arabic under your breath. “Stop being weird, beloved,” you said firmly despite the softness of your face.

Jack pressed his lips against yours, then placed a gentle kiss on your forehead. “I can’t help it; I just have to admire my cute boy.” He purred, anticipation building as he prepared to join you in bed.

But just as he was getting comfortable, your foot made firm contact with his chest, leaving him momentarily breathless.

“Oof!” he hit the ground, but after a moment, he pushed himself up with a wide grin, his tousled blonde hair a testament to the impact. “You know, if I had known you were going to hit me, I would have made a point to let you win.” You rolled your eyes, removing your glasses and fixing him with a steady gaze.

“Spit it out, Quinn. Why are you here, you never come through the front door.” Jack’s face fell to match your seriousness.

“Of course babe. Okay, some guys are scheming to catch you off guard and try to jump you. But I ain't lettin' that happen.” Jack stood up, cracking his neck, and his signature crazed smile reached his face.

“I’ll deal with the guys,” he moves towards you, cupping your face. “and you just stay here, being your cute little self.” rolling your eyes despite melting at his touch, you nodded. Giving him a soft kiss on his lips, Jack almost broke the small kiss for a make-out sesh when Jason burst in with his gun.

“Alright! You wanna date my little brother and break my fuckin' nose!?” Jack jolts from you, “AW MAN! YOU RUINED THE MOMENT!” Jack then hops out of your window, not caring for the height as he knows how to break his fall. Jason rushed downstairs, “HE’S DEAD!” you could only sigh.

Laying down Titus walked into your room and hopped on your bed.

“At least you aren't that protective of me.” Titus barked before yawning with you.

♦︎

Elijah and Wilkins entered the alley, completely unaware of the dark eyes watching them intently. Jack’s deep blue eyes stood out sharply against the usual hue of his surroundings. With a ski mask pulled tight over his face, he was ready for this.

In his strong right hand, Jack gripped a bat, swinging it confidently over his shoulder. Perched on a fire escape, he had the perfect vantage point, having lured them to this very spot with a message claiming he had you cornered.

“Where the hell is he at?” Wilkins said, squinting his eyes around the alley. Elijah nodded, “Like dude, I know Jack is such a fuckin' weirdo. But jeez.”

Jack paused before descending, his voice low and deliberate. “So I’m weird now?” he said, his deep, rough tone prompting the two boys to pivot and face him. He tapped the bat against his black Nike Air Forces with a firm rhythm.

“Yknow. I never liked you both, never did. But hey, life is life.” Wilkins and Elijah stared at each other before starting to run, already knowing how batshit crazy the blonde boy can be.

Jack hummed a tune as he walked, “Run little piggies! Run!” he called out, his voice sending shivers through their body.

The moment the two boys thought they were safe, running into another alley. Jack grabbed Elijah around the corner with his hand showing his veins. Elijah let out a scream before he was out of view from Wilkins who stayed quiet.

Wilkins covers his mouth, scared to even speak.

There was a clear loud BANG of the metal bat hitting a skull. Wilkins heard no more noises, no screaming or footsteps. He stayed still until he looked down to see blood pooling below his feet.

He couldn't help but yelp, but that was a grave mistake as he turned around to see crazed blue eyes, and a bat swinging at him.

It was too late as the bat hit him on the side of his head. Cracking his head wide open.

“Gotcha! Two little piggies down.” Jack hummed, taking off his ski mask. His full black clothes, not showing any blood which he liked.

He hide the bodies, humming a tune, throwing away and burning the clothes he freshly bought along with the ski mask and gloves.

And now he is crawling back to you for your warmth.

Jack Quinn tag: @xxxryukifukuxxx @lockofspades @sramoonlight @darkfaethedestroyer @gayartisticandlonely @sleeping-l0s3rs @itsmonicabc @dead-ry-walking @fanaticf1fan @cxcilla @wolffrankie @jellystar-star @nayykura @nickithearticorn @deadwillow240 @nightblanc

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🗝️⋆.⚚.⋆꩜.ᐟ 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐗 𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄!𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘

You are a dark angel, a fallen one by choice. You never imagined your descent would lead you to the most chaotic place imaginable: Gotham City.

Your dark wings and long hair covered your nude body, your body had no specific genitals showing either. It was as if you weren’t even a person. Which was true. You weren’t human before you died.

God shaped you in his image, crafting a being of purity and stunning beauty unique to your skin. You navigated the city with an effortless grace, unconcerned by the curious glances from those around you. Your wings, neatly folded against your back, remained a testament to your restraint, refusing to disrupt the human world.

Yet here you are, being interrogated by a masked figure cloaked in shadows—a hero seeking to question your intentions. It isn’t long before you realize this man is none other than Bruce Wayne, who effortlessly welcomes you into his home with just a few words, offering you warmth and clothing.

Now, you find yourself ensnared in the confines of the bat cage, a gilded prison. Bruce, with his charming smile, showers you with compliments, delighting in your presence while keeping you hidden from prying eyes. He believes that perhaps, through your gentle nature, you can help him atone for his numerous sins.

Then there’s Dick, ever the clingy one, full of youthful energy and determination to maintain peace among his siblings. But in your quiet moments together, he confesses his inner turmoil, revealing the depths of his thoughts as he relaxes next to you. Your comforting presence soothes him, and he finds solace in your ability to simply be there, unburdened by the weight of his responsibilities.

Jason, on the other hand, plays a different game. He may seem aloof, but there’s an undeniable obsession lurking beneath the surface. He greets you sparsely, yet his gaze lingers, making it clear he’s tangled in thoughts he won’t reveal. You attempt to break through his facade, but he retreats, caught up in his internal struggle, even going so far as to sneak his clothes into your room, a twisted claim of ownership.

Tim presents a darker charm, his facade of innocence veiling a more complicated reality. He flaunts his technological prowess, boasting about his wealth and offering you a phone in a bid to keep you close, insisting it’s for emergencies. But you know it’s a ploy; his insistence weighs heavy with desire as he attempts to entwine your lives further.

Finally, we have Damian, the youngest who demands your focus unrelentingly. He thrives on your attention, often demanding to be close, believing it solidifies his status as the favored son. His possessiveness is glaring, and his affection is wrapped in demands, convinced that if Bruce were to marry you, you would never have to leave this sanctuary.

In this world he has crafted, you are more than just a companion; you are a focal point of their desires, each one drawn to the idea of keeping you close, securing a future where you are theirs to cherish and protect.

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Can I request a platonic fic with a sayaka miki (madoka magica) reader or Terra (teen titans) reader with mark or the variants seeing them as a little sibling before angst hits the fan!! No rush tho take ur time!!

༉‧₊˚.𝑹𝑶𝑪𝑲 𝒏’ 𝑹𝑶𝑳𝑳

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𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐂!𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐘𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐱 𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐀!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

Synopsis: when a troubled teen comes into Mark’s life. He can’t help but view them as a little sibling. Wanting nothing to happen to them.

Genre: platonic fic

Info: reader is gender neutral, you can view them however you want them to look, even ignore the they/them pronouns

Word count: 1,449

“Get off my case, Mark!” you demanded, glaring at the hero hovering beside you. You stood on a floating rock, your hands glowing yellow with power.

Your hair whipped around you as Mark sighed, his hero suit glinting in the light. “Y/n, you need to calm down,” he said, his tone soft yet firm.

Scoffing, you accelerated your rock, thrusting back, “Shut up!” you shot back. Mark halted in mid-air, pinching the bridge of his nose in exasperation. You were even more defiant than Oliver, and he knew how young you were. But he couldn’t stay angry; you had joined the guardians at just twelve, pressed into service by Cecil because of your incredible abilities to control Earth. He understood that it must be overwhelming for you.

⚒︎

It all began with a massive earthquake that prompted Cecil to summon Mark to a devastated city for investigation. Mark swiftly took to the skies and arrived to find the area in ruins.

“Stay alert,” he thought as he maneuvered through the wreckage, surveying the damaged structures. Without warning, he was ambushed by a colossal rock.

The impact sent him crashing into a dilapidated building barely held together by a precarious thread. Shaking off the daze, Mark quickly regained his footing, narrowly dodging another massive boulder hurtling towards him.

“Who are you?!” a young voice yelled. Mark turned to see a small child, clearly a preteen, with glowing yellow eyes, effortlessly hovering thanks to a rock.

“Holy shit. It's just a kid,” Mark said, stunned, as the child raised a hand that glowed with the same vivid yellow, launching a rock straight at him.

Mark instinctively protected himself, and the rock shattered on impact. Just as he tried to catch a better glimpse of the child, they vanished. In an instant, you reappeared, zooming toward him with a roar. He groaned, gripping the remaining piece of rock while you manipulated the rock you controlled.

“You’re here to hurt me too!” Mark held onto the rock, raising a brow and shaking his head. This all reminds when he first met Allen. “What?! No! I'm just here to see who did this!” he yelled, you jumped off the rock. Mark's eyes widen behind his goggles, seeing your body move swiftly.

You looked at the ground, your body closing up to it, mark immediately flew towards you, ready to catch you except for a bigger rock holding you up that held a yellow glow around it. Your hair flew with the wind, a stern face with a scowl.

“If you’re wondering who did this, it’s because, IM THE ONE WHO DID IT!” Mark gets hit with debris of boulders and earth spikes.

“I. JUST. WANT. TO HELP!” He yells between words, trying to focus on dodging the earth you were practically throwing at him.

“Mark! What’s going on!?” Cecil shouted, his voice cutting through the chaos. Mark turned to answer but was interrupted as he punched away the boulder you had just thrown at him.

“I’ve figured it out—the earthquake was caused by a kid,” Mark declared, his gaze locked on you. He noticed the tension in your fists, the mix of anger and fear in your eyes.

The ground trembled violently as pillars of rock surged upward, aiming to impale the flying male. Mark narrowly dodged the strikes, his focus shifting as he heard Cecil command, “Take the child down.” Mark’s eyes widened in shock. “I’m not killing a kid!” he shouted defiantly, pursuing you as you soared swiftly onto your rocks.

“Jesus mark, not like that. I ain’t a monster, just restrain the child and bring them here.” Mark calmed down and flew faster after you.

“Leave me alone!” You yelled, turning around with narrowed eyes.

“No! Just listen to me!” he shouted, sprinting after you as you hurled a chunk of the rock beneath you in his direction.

“Hey! Cut that out!” Frustrated, he lunged at you, taking you down from the rock and pinning you firmly. With your arms restrained by his, he recognized that your powers relied heavily on their movement.

“Listen, kid, I know you’re scared, but you need to trust me. I can help you.” He states firmly, his voice steady as he descends to the ground. You appear exhausted, fragile, and in need of support.

"I’m not afraid; I’m furious!" Your eyes blazed with a yellow intensity, and your hair billowed with energy as Mark was soon hit with a moving rock pillar from the ground.

Mark skidded across the ground, shaking his head. “Okay, maybe powers don’t just come from their hands.” He got to his feet, taking a stance while your eyes continued to glow. But there was a problem—your eyes flickered between normal and glowing, and you looked like you might faint.

Quickly, Mark seized you again, this time with a firmer grip as you protested loudly.

“Let go of me! You’re not taking me back, and you won’t hurt me again!” you asserted, feeling the weakness creeping in but determined to stand your ground.

“What are you talking about?!” Mark says, finally apprehending you, flying into the sky to take you back to Chicago.

“You’re with Slade right?! You’re here to torture me!?” You said with full hate, trying to kick at him. “Slade? Who the hell is.. never mind. Listen, I don’t work for this “Slade” guy okay? I’m only here to take you to a safe place, and you’ll just answer some questions.” Mark replies you didn’t know why, but his words bring comfort to how he isn’t working with Slade. And with that, you passed out, mostly due to exhaustion.

⚒︎

After the battle between you and him, Cecil noticed how valuable a small child could be to the guardians, especially the teen team. But you're stronger than they realize. Cecil gave off weird vibes, but Mark was like an older brother to you.

He always made sure you ate well, trained adequately, and took care of yourself. When Mark informed Debbie about the events, she felt conflicted, but Oliver was eager to meet you right away. He thought you seemed cool!

And meet you he did. He rushed toward you, eager to see you were taller than him. With a touch of shyness, he asked you to demonstrate your powers. You confidently put on your boots, gloves, and goggles, ready to show him what you could do.

Preparation for your earthy powers. You first show them how you can “fly” in your ways, how you can use your hands, and mostly just concentration. Mark couldn’t help but smile at the bonding as you let Oliver get on one of your rocks and fly around as you held it up.

Mark noticed the progress you were making, but it was clear that this “Slade” guy had a strong grip on you. Whatever he did was leaving you anxious, especially when it came to sleeping at night.

One night, he was jolted awake by the sound of your whimpering from downstairs. His keen senses recognized your voice immediately. Without hesitation, he rushed down to find you with a scrunched face, sweat pooling on your forehead as you awoke, visibly frightened.

He walked over, his eyes softened, and he held you to his chest as you cried. You cried the first time he’s seen you being vulnerable. And it seemed that Oliver woke up as well.

Hugging you tightly with a frown, talking about how if he was to see this Slade guy, he would “teach him a lesson”. Of course, Mark gave the purple boy a stern look.

But he would also teach whoever Slade is a lesson, you’re just a child.

⚒︎

In the present moment, he watches as you fly back to him, head held low as you settle into a crisscross position. Mark sits confidently on the rock beside you, a brotherly smile spreading across his face.

"Sorry, I’m just not used to this whole hero thing. I used to be, but it feels… overwhelming," you confess, a mix of emotions swirling in your eyes as you remove your gloves to reveal the scars beneath.

"Hey, it’s alright, y/n. I remember exactly how it felt when I first stepped into this role," he replies, pulling you into a firm side hug, your head finding a resting place on his shoulder. He watches as you take off your goggles and let them rest on your head.

"Really?" you ask, suddenly intrigued, your gaze shifting to meet his.

"Absolutely. Trust me, it’s a wild ride. Let me tell you how it all began," he responds with a laugh.

The rest of the day unfolds effortlessly, echoing the rhythm of rock 'n' roll.

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𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐍𝐍 (𝐎𝐂) 𝐗 𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐁𝐑𝐎!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

── .✦ Synopsis: At a gala, that Jack had snuck into, he sees a girl trying to throw herself all over what’s his. And that’s his man.

── .✦ Genre: oneshot

── .✦ Info: this OC is an OC I’m written for my own amusement. He’s the son of Harley Quinn and joker. Full name, Jacklyn Oswald Quinn. I got bored. Reader is the twin brother of Damian, but Damian is the older twin of course. Im only a writer so you can imagine who he looks more like but all I can is he is handsome canonically in my head and anything. Boy’s crazy but handsome.

── .✦ Word count: 1,356

Classical music rang through the air, and you stood there not impressed by the usual gala setting your father has made. The same goes for your brother as he just left you to do your own thing as he does his own. Damian and you are the same but in different ways.

You can handle most of the interactions with the people, he can't. Due to the people who had pinched his cheeks and crowded him and you.

He took the most pinching as he pushed you behind him, older brother things of course. Despite all that, it seems that as years went on, and you got older, you saw that most of the adults brought their offspring here. The waiters gave off drinks and even some appetizers.

Okay so maybe the only thing you like about the gala is the food, what? You’re a growing boy. You walked through the talking people, ignoring the slight comments of you being “rude” for interrupting such a nice conversation between adults. But you knew they were just here to gloat about their richness and show up to at least get a little amount of clout of being here.

Either way, you flagged down a waiter, smiling wide as the waiter smiled. The waiter strutted over, “Yes Mr. Wayne?” you pointed to the shrimp, the shrimp was nicely air-fried, just perfect for you.

“Could I have that please?” the waiter nodded, moving their arm towards you for you to grab it. You grabbed it off the plate, your eyes lighting up at the sure crisp texture of the shrimp. And you were so gonna devour this, and maybe get more as the time passes on.

You took the shrimp in your mouth whilst the waiter went off to another person who had flagged them down. While you chewed on the delicious shrimp, you felt a finger tap your shoulder.

Turning your body around, there you see some random girl. She was attractive, sure. But her aura just set you off, you couldn't help but scrunch your nose at the fact of her strong perfume. It wasn't even a good strong but the kind of strong that makes your head spin.

“Hey handsome, what's your name?” she says with a flirty tone, her hand grazing your arm. You reeled your arm back and even took a step back.

Yeah, this may not go well.

—JACK’S POV—

He hummed, strolling through the gala he had certainly snuck into. He isn't stupid to not take off his green hair-sprayed hair, showing off his blonde locks. His blue eyes scanned the room of the gala. He heard, no, he knew you were gonna be here. So why not meet his adorable obsession, his beloved boyfriend?

So here he is, moving slickly through the bodies of people. He saw a tray of delicious small biscuits and snagged a few, grinning like a child, he plopped one into his mouth.

But it seems that it wasn't that good to eat anyway. Coughing at the dry biscuits that tasted like cardboard. He forgot how bland rich people's food can get. He grabbed water off a tray and gulped it down. After that, he dumped the other biscuits into the trash. Yeah never again was he eating any more rich people's food. He moves through the people again.

If there was one person, or at least two he didn't want to see. It would be Jason and Damian. Mostly Jason, Jason just hates him and he hates him back.

Through the crowded people, he couldn't help but have a mischievous grin when he took off a ladies’ diamond watch. It was so quick that the elegant woman didn't notice her 20-grand watch.

“Hehe, suckers,” he says under his breath. He stuffed the watch into his black suit. He continues to stride through the ballroom, and there he finally sees you, his eyes widening with excitement. But that seemed to falter as his eyes darkened, his normal blue eyes seemed to look dark ocean blue.

There he sees a girl touching up on you, you look uncomfortable, trying to move back subtly. But it seems she wasn't taking the hint that she isn't as beautiful as she seems.

—NO ONE POV—

Trying to move back, the girl finally had enough. “Why don't you just touch me? Am I not that beautiful for you?!” she exclaimed.

“Not just that, but disgustingly over touchy.” a raspy voice said, you turned around to meet the boy joker out of his alter-ego. His neat blond hair, his dark expression and his eyes glaring at the girl.

“Ja-jacklyn?” you said shocked to see him here. Before you could further ask how he could even be here, he pulls you to his body. Your back making a complete puzzle to his chest. His arms wrapped around your waist, his eyes trained on the girl who looked more shocked than you.

“What the..” she says, seeing his jack’s hands pressed neatly on your hips, his arms making an X due to how he was holding you around your waist with both arms.

“As you can see, he’s mine, sweetheart. Not something your prissy little hands can try and touch.” Jack had a smile on him, but it didn't dare reach his face. A dark look stayed on his face as he squeezed your body tighter to him.

“So back off,” he says lowly, sending chills to the girl who seemed a little scared at how the boy seemed. Whilst you had chills due to his warmth his breath hit your ear.

The girl scoffed, walking off, her heels clicking as she pushed a waiter out of the way. The girl gained weird looks, but that didn't matter as Jack let you go. Dragging you by your arm and pulling you to a quiet place from the ballroom.

“Jack! Slow down, you’re walking so fast.” Jack ignored your protests, he threw you into a room and closed the door from behind without looking.

Stumbling into the room, you glared at him as you turned to stare at him. However, that glare soon disappeared as you saw how Jack looked. His hair is now messy and his eyes hovered over you like a predator.

“Puddin`, as much as I hate rich people,” struts towards you, chuckling darkly, he reaches over and grabs you to him. Having his warm hand behind your neck as his breath fanned over your lips. “I hate the kind that think they can touch you as if they own you,” he says darkly, his already raspy voice making it seem more low.

You couldn't help but breathe slowly, your body warming up as Jack’s eyes scanned over your face. His dark eyes started to light up a bit, “damn you do look good in that suit.” Jack then kisses your lips gently.

His hands smoothly place themselves onto your hips, and you relax into the kiss. Your arms wrapped around his neck, your bodies pressed together like an enigma. Jack licks the bottom of your lip, smirking as he feels you open your mouth a bit.

“Good boy,” he says before he fully picks you up effortlessly.

“HANDS OFF THE BOY!” yelled a booming voice. You yelped, moving from Jack as Jack himself groaned annoyed. Turning his head to see Jason with Dick by his side. And then there’s Damian with a fork.

“I may not have a knife, but a fork will do.”

“Well shucks,” Jack places you down, running his fingers through his hair before shrugging. “Guess fun’s over,” he smirks before throwing a king’s card down.

Smoke disgorges from the card, covering the room. The boys coughed whilst Jack grabbed your arm, “C'mon! Let's hit the road babe!” he exclaimed with a goofy expression.

After the smoke cleared up, Jason and Damian were after you whilst Dick was still coughing, leaving the room as Tim walked over to him.

“Yeah. I'm done.” Dick says as Tim gave him a glass of water.

“Good to know. I stopped months ago.”

And this was the most entertaining gala night of your life ever.

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sometimes you need dialogue tags and don't want to use the same four

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⋆. 𐙚 ˚𝑷𝑳𝑨𝑻𝑶𝑵𝑰𝑪 𝑫𝑰𝑪𝑲 𝑮𝑹𝑨𝒀𝑺𝑶𝑵 + 𝑴𝑨𝑹𝑲 𝑮𝑹𝑨𝒀𝑺𝑶𝑵 𝑿 𝑺𝑯𝑰𝑭𝑻𝑬𝑹!𝑪𝑯𝑰𝑳𝑫!𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑬𝑹⋆. 𐙚 ˚

pt.1 || pt2

☆〜 okay, so mark is stressed the fuck out. Not only that you have no recorded of living anywhere in the world… or planets. You’re actually some kid that has a crazy power to shift anything you want! Oliver didn’t know how to feel about you until you changed something he didn’t like into what he desired. Oliver immediately told mark that you need to live with them.

Your powers resembles Eve’s powers to a maximum, with how you shift things like oh the food you didn’t like was there so you shifted it into a nice Burger King burger. Mark was shocked before Oliver grabbed something and asked you to change it. You had told the family about your history with your powers.

Debbie couldn’t help but comfort you, mark felt bad that your powers go haywire at times. Oliver looked at his older brother and suggested why not just let you train it off. So the plan proceeded. You had some random clothing rag infront of you before you changed it into the hero suit you had before you left Dick.

You were now nine, living your life in this reality. You’re a protege of atom eve! And boy is it amazing! Even though Oliver makes fun of your hero name, you make fun of him. Ending up if you two rough housing, of course mark or Debbie had to break it up quickly before Oliver accidentally uses his strength.

You were practically the youngest sibling in the family of the graysons, which means mark is more nervous about having his younger siblings that have powers. Oliver can handle himself, Mark can trust him. Oliver has started to adapted to the human nature, of course you show Oliver your favorite things to make.

He once made something for you off of a video he saw on television. He was happy to see you smile and hug him, holding you in the right amount of strength as well. Mark’s eyes soften when coming home from a mission to see you and Oliver snoozing while science dog played in the living room tv. Although, the graysons have thoughts in their head….

What if you get forced into another universe… what if it wasn’t something safe. That really freaked Oliver out to almost a breakdown. He loved his new sibling! He loved how your powers and how you two would play around. He can’t just let you go! He holds you tight, his purple arms wrapped around you as he frowns. “Don’t leave us…” he says lowly before falling asleep.

Everytime Eve called mark, mark gets scared that you probably were forced into another place with your powers. Only to learn that most calls were due to Eve being impressed at how quick you changed a normal house into a unicorn! Eve had the most fun with you.

She practically loves you! She sometimes go into the house to see you creating random stuff like glowing lollipops, or even such as gummy worms that actually wiggle like worms.

Was kinda terrifying to have a gummy worm crawl to her, but at least your creativity was your main source of your powers. Mark and Eve already had agreed for you to just learn your limits and offense. Because of how you couldn’t just fly, Oliver had to pick you up and fly around. Sure you didn’t mind at first, til it got embarrassing at your older brother practically making fun of you.

“How’s the wind sparky, is it coool?” He teases as you huff, “Shut up!” Mark had to stop your bickering as Oliver tested to try and drop you…. Yeah he wasn’t going to but mark was really scared he might.

And just like before you spent months here, loving your new family. Loving your new mom, new brothers, new mentor, new everything. It’s like you practically forgot about your last life with dick. There were definitely brotherly moments where you Eve started to talk about dating to you.

You couldn’t help but giggle nervously, Oliver didn’t get it at first. He understood mating, yes. But that’s cause he understood that adults do it for their causes. But when it came to you, he didn’t like it a bit! Mark teased Oliver for acting like a big brother when another kid tried to talk to you with loveydovey eyes. And he didn’t like that! You’re young! You’re pure! You’re his sibling!

Oliver grabbed your hand and dragged you from the kid who was now heart broken. “What was that for Oli!?” “I didn’t like how he looked at you..” Oliver pouts as mark couldn’t help but laugh at this, but that before Eve elbowed him and mentioned this may happen when you’re a teenager. And suddenly this bitch locked in and became part of the “protect y/n” team.

If you had gotten bullied, oh boy… Oliver may snap. Mark knows kids are assholes, sure. But he and Debbie will be the civil ones to just sit down and talk to the folks of the bully. While Oliver is seeking for blood. He doesn’t play about his family.

Then suddenly it happened. All over again. Again. Again.

You were making confetti from the air as Oliver clapped his hands impressed. He floated a few feet off the ground and collected some, you both created a game called “Catch the Confetti” where Oliver would catch how many he can get and you both get to decide the prize. In the shared room of you both, a sparkling portal opens up.

Your eyes widen as you stopped creating the confetti. Oliver gasp, stopping to land on the ground. And then the hungry portal began. It started to suck in everything you own into the portal.

You screamed feeling yourself getting sucked in, Oliver screamed for you, speeding over to grab your arms. “No! Stay! You have to!”

He grits his teeth as he feels the portal get angry. You sob as you look at Oliver, “I don’t want to go!” “I know! I won’t let it take you! We haven’t gone to Tokyo and try your favorite cafe! We haven’t had a big sleepover yet! We haven’t played catch yet with each other! We haven’t….” Oliver felt his eyes tear up, you hated to see him cry.

And he hated to see you cry.. but you knew what you had to do. “You have to let me go.” Oliver’s eyes widen. “What!? Are you nuts?!” You looked at Oliver, and you looked back into the patrol. “I’m sorry…” you let go of his hands. Oliver tried to get you back, but you were already sucked in… the patrol closes just as Oliver reached out. Everything felt like slow motion.

Oliver fell on his face, getting up as he screamed your name.

Mark bursted in, late…. Late… late.. late.

Oliver turned towards him with sadness in his eyes, “They’re.. gone.. mark…” Mark’s eyes widen as he held Oliver tight to him. He knew you and Oliver were close. But this.. was devastating.

And now they wondered.

The graysons were wondering where the child could be….

TO BE CONTINUED

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⋆. 𐙚 ˚𝑷𝑳𝑨𝑻𝑶𝑵𝑰𝑪 𝑫𝑰𝑪𝑲 𝑮𝑹𝑨𝒀𝑺𝑶𝑵 + 𝑴𝑨𝑹𝑲 𝑮𝑹𝑨𝒀𝑺𝑶𝑵 𝑿 𝑺𝑯𝑰𝑭𝑻𝑬𝑹!𝑪𝑯𝑰𝑳𝑫!𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑬𝑹⋆. 𐙚 ˚

pt.1 || pt.2

☆〜 what a smart child, a powerful child that is a god in their own world. The power to shift through realities, the power to make things shift to your own amusement. But what happens when this simple child, this child in elementary, shifts into a universe of violence, landing onto a soft bouncy house.

Giggling wildly, they hop off the bouncy house, ignoring the shock looks of parents as some kids at this assumed birthday party had their jaw drops. But this child didn’t care but to explore! And explore they did, they found themself in a place called bludhaven. A man with some kinda suit with black and blue appears the next minute behind the child.

“Hey kiddo, where’s your mommy or daddy?” His tone soft and gentle. Turning around, the child shrugs, use to them being randomly teleported due to their powers. “Don’t know. I want ice cream!” They point to an ice cream truck, accidentally changing the topic as they rush at it. Nightwing could only panic as he rushes over to this hyper child.

“Hey! Look both ways before crossing!” After the small heart attack, nightwing lets the child get on his back. Going to the police station to see if there is any records about this random child that had randomly made the one scoop ice cream into a three scoop.

After seeing there were no records of the child’s parents, or at least the child at most. Nightwing didn’t know what to do, he didn’t want to give the small child up to foster care. Foster care isn’t the best option at times.

So….he took care of you. He made sure you didn’t know who he was. Dick started to take care of you like a father and an older brother. Not bothering to help you learn things you didn’t know before. But it was only for so long til he could keep the secret before you had found his suit in his closet. “Mr. Grayson!” Dick turns around with a smile. “Yes kid—” immediately drops the pan that held pancakes as you held the Nightwing costume.

“Hero! You’re a herooo!!” Your eyes widen as you put it down gently with small pats. “I wanna be one!” Dick puts the pancakes up with the pan and picks you up, shaking his head no with worry. “No! No! You are too young, and you still are in 3rd grade. You can’t just be a superhero” you pouted as you pointed to the pancakes which transformed into blueberry waffles.

“But.. I wanna help people.” Dick has learned about your powers since you turned broccoli into a chicken sandwich. “Yeah… but it’s not worth it. Believe me.” Haley barks at her owner, staring at him with those big eyes of hers. “But Haley goes out on missions with you!” Dick’s eyes widen as he sits you down.

“You know I went on missions!?” Pouting, you huff. “How can Haley go but I can’t?” “Cause you have school!” “Not on weekends!” The argument you both had left some heavy air for a few days. Mostly cause of your stubbornness, you held a grudge, and when you hold a grudge. You hold one. You reminded him of his younger brother, Damian.

Dick tried everything to get you to forgive him, as such as; ice cream, plushies, movie tickets to the new paw patrol movie. Hell even the newish SpongeBob movie.

Okay now you did talk to him and cling to him like you usual do. But that ended right after the movie ended. Then finally, you’ve won as dick had Bruce clutch in and made you a suit. The suit was very cute with pastel colors due to your love with sparkles. You even named yourself the “Sparkler”, but who knows how long that name will last when you get older.

Yes, dick intends to take care of you to the point you grow old enough to move out. He’s practically the only family you got… in his point of view not knowing you have an actual family out of this reality. But he feels like he actually has his own family, sure he has one with the batfamily. But with you around and your childish antics, he felt.. calm.

As if you were his charge. And he loves it. It’s been months, almost a year since you’ve been here and he would go to any rehearsal you have if you join anything. Hell, he was so happy to hear you call him dad at least. Not dick, not Mr. Grayson.

But dad.

You both already created such a family bond that Bruce even sees you as his grandchild. And his brothers see you as their [nephew/neice]. Damian even gifted you a tiny sword, and dick snatched it away the minute you started swinging it around.

But eitherless, you had fun with your parental figure! That was still a sparkly patrol arrived out of no where.

You were coloring as Dick was in the kitchen cooking your favorite meal, you turned at the portal, not interested as you only rolled your eyes. It was just some portal that would appear when your time limit in a reality has passed. But you loved staying here! Dick was better than your own parents at your own world… but you guess the portal said otherwise.

The portal made a weird noise, like it was growling as it started to suck in everything in your room. Eyes widen, you get up, ready to run. “Dad! Dad!” You yelled for him, the portal started to suck in the plushies like a black hole. You dodged some things that could’ve hit your head.

You were so close to the door! But then the portal got angry, starting to gulp in everything. Dick, who heard a loud scream, dropped whatever he had in his hands when he heared your scream. Haley was ready too as she followed her owner to the room of his beloved child.

But he was too late.. the room was empty of everything. Including you. The blue eyed male dropped to the floor, Haley whines, trying to sniff around. You were gone, your scream echoed in his head.

He was late… late.. late….

Late……

He felt broken. He couldn’t save you from whatever happened…..

Where did you even go?

☆

Mark was flying through the sky, patrolling the city bored as he frowned. “God this is more boring than usual…” then he gets hit with a flying child that fell from a sparkly portal.

Mark grunts as he held you tight to his body, not wasting time or fly to a safe spot. He would’ve thought you would be shaking, scared, crying. You looked no older than 8 or at least 9, yet you had such a soft look on your face along with nonchalance.

“Well that was fun!” You exclaimed as you jumped excitedly. “H-how..? What the…. Are you okay?!” Thoughts was running through his head, a kid, much younger than his half brother was standing infront of him, dusting themself off as if they weren’t close to even dying!? “Oh me? I’m fine! But i need to back to my dad.” You looked around the place that you landed by with this hero.

Seeing no sparkly portal, you frowned. You felt sad, usually you didn’t feel this sad when going through another universe or whatever they are called. Mark looks at you confused, “Hey uhm, buddy? What are you looking for?” He questions as he tries to gentle his voice. “Portal with sparkles! It’s my way back to my dad!” You grabbed mark’s hand. “You’ll help me right?”

Mark didn’t know if he wanted to, he should! Of course he should! But the way you aren’t worried about falling from the sky, yapping about some kind of sparkly portal, and you’re a child. This could ring into trouble. But you look so innocent, and scared.

“Listen, what does your dad look like?”

“Well he has black hair, blue eyes, and he has dimples.” You pointed to both side of your cheeks to make it seem like dimples. Doing so, mark almost laughed at how adorable you seemed. Okay maybe you weren’t trouble, but you definitely were lost.

“Alright, let’s find your dad.” He picks you up, having you smile thinking that maybe he could get someone to have you into the place you were in before…

TO BE CONTINUED