#Bart Wally and Barry: hey can we get this one before Bats can? Yeah. Yeah! Let's try it

[faeriekit]

Health and Hybrids (V)👽👻💚

[I can't remember the original prompt posters  for the life of me but here's a mashup between a cryptid!Danny, presumed-alien!Danny, dp x dc, and whatever prompt made the one body horror meat grinder fic.]

PART ONE is here PART TWO is here PART THREE is here PART FOUR is here and this is part five💚 Ao3 Is here for all parts

Where we last left off... Batman had a meeting! Danny acquired age appropriate enrichment toys. All is well. You know. Except for the everything else. But it’s fine and MM is on his way so it’ll all be great soon for sure! :)

Trigger warnings for this story:  body horror | gore | post-dissection fic | dehumanization (probably) |  my awful attempts at following DC canon. On with the show.

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One…Morning? Evening?

Well. One day, Danny rediscovers his tongue.

Most of the muscle is there. Things taste better after he remembers how to taste.

(If everything tastes like iron, well…Danny tries to ignore that.)

Its main function is social. When Danny needs the quiet humans he can’t see to Shut Up or Go Away!, it is now within his power to blow a raspberry.

A slightly bloody raspberry. But still! A success! And when the fuzzy red human buzzes and whines about scaring them off, Danny blows it one too.

If all it does is make the human cry more, hey. That’s not Danny’s business.

*

The buzzy human comes back with its friends, with fresh sheets, spilling nervousembaras!sednervous all over the room.

Blech. Danny saves himself the trouble and phases through his bed and through the floor below. He does not need to be grabbed again.

He has more energy than he used to. It gets him farther than he’s used to; by the time he finds and works his way through an apple, a pear, and a whole plate of chicken wings, he’s still not sleepy.

…Huh. He rolls over underneath his usual haunt: a conference table. He isn’t feeling the urge to drop into his core. He’s achy, sure, and his limbs hurt and his mouth hurts from eating and he can’t see, but also…

Is Danny bored? Is he finally well enough to be bored of being sick and injured?? That’s. Is that progress? Is it…regression??

Danny sulks under his conference table (his now) with a pile of chicken bones and a few stems and doesn’t know what to do.

If he goes back to his bed…will the sheets already be done? Will people be waiting to get him? Did he lose his…ugh, he doesn’t want to think of them as toys. His…enrichment? Educational tools?

…Okay they might be toys. Whatever. When Danny feels better, he’ll grab something more age appropriate. Maybe he’ll get them from his—

Danny flinches.

…From his house.

If he can get there.

Whatever. He doesn’t want to think about that right now. He wants to figure out how to get rid of his trash without revealing his location. Or leave his conference table shelter.

Danny drums his claws against the low-pile carpet that stretches below him. Should he stay? Rest up? Wait for the threats to his admittedly-kinda-pathetic territory to leave? Should he…go get more food? Should he explore more? He feels all kinds of sore and tired but his head mostly feels clear. Maybe if he—

There’s a hissing noise. Danny bristles. He hisses in like, but—oh. It’s a door.

…Oh. It’s the door.

Uh oh. That’s um. That’s.

Uh oh.

Danny quickly pretends that he hadn’t hissed. He invisibly pushes the top of his head through the thick wood of the conference table. They shouldn’t be able to see anything if he peeks.

Well. Unless they can? But if they can, that’s. Uh. That’s a whole new problem.

Several tall, colorful, adult humans walk into the room. He can’t quite tell how many. Just a bunch. And they’re tall. But hey, they’re color coordinated for easier determination, at least.

Danny lowers himself back down through the table. Should he leave? Will they see him if he tries to leave? Can they spot him?

He sits and worries and he dithers as the humans slowly surround the table and the hidden ghost underneath. Should he…should he go through the floor? Will they know he’s there? Is it even safe to get back to his cot yet?

Feet start appearing underneath the table. Danny shies away from them. He pulls his chicken bones away from them too; if they step on one, they might notice him.

Then everything gets quiet. There’s only one quiet, droning voice.

So maybe Danny peeks again.

There’s a giant shadow at the front. It’s probably human. It has black arms and black legs and a patch of what is probably skin in his very fuzzy vision. It stands beside a lit screen.

Danny squints.

…Oh. He can’t quite tell what it’s about, or what’s exactly is being shown on the screen, but he knows what a powerpoint presentation is supposed to look like: a person, a lot of talking, a screen, and a lot of people listening. They’re just…talking. They’re not even talking about Danny.

Okay. He’ll rest under the table. It seems…safe enough for now.

It’s better to listen to human heartbeats and breathing in a room than it is to sit in his silent one, waiting for some new horror to break the everpresent quiet. Danny lays on his belly, nose to the carpet, and counts how many feet are under the table. (There are sixteen feet.) Some humans are wearing real shoes, with inch-thick soles of hard rubber at the bottom. Some are wearing things that look like shoes, but are too flexible, with soft soles that bend and curl as they flex under the table. Very few of them have laces or fixtures. Huh.

A wrapper falls. Danny watches the ball of foil flutter to the floor, at peace with his position, tired of inspecting shoes. And then a face pops down.

Danny freezes. (It’s not the smartest move.)

The face that popped down probably sees him back, considering how still it goes. And then, very slowly, so slowly, a hand reaches down. Danny flinches back, and—

…It grabs the wrapper. The adult carefully gets back up. The face disappears.

Danny doesn’t move. Danny doesn’t leave. Danny doesn’t breathe.

He waits. The human slowly goes back to tapping its toes, wiggling in its seat—and vibrating, in a way that says bored/bored/bored the way the younger human sometimes does.

…No one says anything. No one does anything. No one jumps under the table to get him, there isn’t a break in the speaker that indicates identifying Danny as Present, or as A Problem. Danny is simply…hidden.

He should leave. It would be smart to leave. Danny would be safer if he left.

But also.

Maybe.

This might be the first time he’s been so close to humans in so long.

They don’t know he’s here. It should be…safe. If he just. Listens to the indistinct sound of human voices. Let them wash over him, like a radio left on in the other room.

Danny’s sated. He’s achy. He’s bored. He’s sad. He’s lonely.

…He stays.

He doesn’t notice his humming or the quiet purr in his chest before the hand comes back down again. Danny flinches away from it, the hum guttering to a stop where it had laid.

There’s something about its hand. The hand came down, before, but now there’s something more to it. Another color—a darker color. It’s hard to tell in the shadow underneath the desk. Maybe a—green? A blue? Maybe?

The hand shifts, just a little. And then the thing comes flying at him. Danny jolts backwards, digging his claws into the mere millimeters of carpeting underneath him, and—

Oh. The thing isn’t moving. It hasn’t even exploded.

Danny reaches out a hand. Taps it, gently. It doesn’t hurt. It doesn’t attack him. It doesn’t excrete anything acidic or bite him. He sniffs it, just to be doubly sure, and nope. It smells like plastic. The wrapper crunches under his hands, even when everything sounds mute and muffled. The noise is borderline imaginary, so Danny can’t exactly tell what it sounds like when he plays with the little plastic flaps.

He can tell what it is now, though. The food bar goes down whole, wrapper and all, into his gullet.

Nice. The outside tastes bad, of course, but it’s nice.

The hand goes away, and no one bothers Danny. It’s nice. There are voices, but they aren’t yelling. They aren’t mean to him. They aren’t talking about what his insides look like or how bad he is or how to take more pieces off of him.

…Danny’s core thrums evenly. Peacefully. Maybe he will want that nap after all. His body gets kind of grouchy when it comes to plastic. He can pretend that it isn’t grumpy with his improvised diet with a nap.

Danny curls up on the floor, core beating along with the quick and even taptaptaptaptap fluttering of a too-quick human heart, and settles in for a quiet one.

(When he wakes up again, no one is around to see him throw out his chicken bones in the tiny trash receptacle by the doorway.)

(His toys and new sheets are all there when Danny gets back to his cot.)

(He’s too relieved to do anything but take a second nap.)

*

“So,” Wally tries, leaning against the wall. “The… Alien? Extraterrestrial?”

Barry shrugs. Fishes a cheeto out of his bag. “Bart’s been calling it a ghoul. They crashed half a mile off the Kent farm a little after you popped out of the Speedforce; there’s a huge chance something happened to them as part of the temporal anomaly.”

“Happened as in…?”

“Yeah.” Barry takes another cheeto. “Bad.”

And theeeere is the visible guilt. There isn’t exactly any great way for Wally to feel after his unintentional resurrection led to an unintentional…something else.

“…Ah.”

Barry shrugs. There isn’t anything they can do about it; short of rewinding time and shoving Wally back into the Speedforce, which has been shoved off the table with a great deal of force by all of the man’s former teammates, there’s no way to undo the accident that landed the poor alien smacking straight into good-old-fashioned American dirt.

“Don’t worry about the way it happened. It wasn’t your fault, and it sure wasn’t intentional on your part,” Barry points out, and offers the bag of Cheetos towards Wally. The snack is gone in microseconds. The curse of speedsters is really footing the bill of all their emotional eating.

“So, they’re…do we know what they are? Because they definitely shapeshifted fangs as soon as I found their little—whatever that is. Container? Unit? Under the table.” Wally traces the vague shape of the thing’s cerulean heart in the air. “One second I was holding a glass paperweight, and the next I was on the opposite end of a very angry shadow-snake. I think they would have done worse than bit me if it hadn’t had a clear escape route out of there.”

Barry balls the empty bag and shoves it into a pocket. If he litters in the Watchtower, it’s going to be water cooler gossip for years. Bats would never let anyone defile his super cool, super-secret base with garbage without his own form of petty revenge. “Medical says it likely serves as an organ for him,” he says instead, since monologue about how inconvenient it is to be held responsible for his own actions wouldn’t be professional. “So. Think of it less as a container; think of it more as a turtle shell. Medical is pretty sure it’s a part of their body. Messing with it would really hurt them.”

“Yeowch.”

“Mmhmm. One micro-sec.” Barry darts out and away from his nephew; he just remembered he has bottled smoothies in his room. In the time it takes him to fetch two from his mini-fridge—one of his favorite flavor and one of Wally’s—and circle back, the dust motes in the air have hardly even realized he’s gone. They hardly drift even upon his return. “Here.”

Wally catches it easily. To anyone else, Barry would barely have blinked away. To any other Speedster…Barry knows intimately how lethargic and thick time feels against his skull. Slowing down to a mortal, human speed can feel maddening. Sore. Viscerally and bone-shatteringly wrong in his skin, maybe.

“Thanks.”

“No problem.” Barry would do that and more for his family.

They drink their smoothies.

“You know,” Barry breaks back in, the thoughts of their previous conversation looming lightly in his mind, “Medical says that the fact that we sometimes see their—let’s call it a core—is really, really bad. It’s not a shock that they’re hiding. It would be like climbing in a closet when you’re so vulnerable that you don’t feel like you can defend yourself.”

The rim of Wally’s smoothie bottle drops from his lips. The man frowns. “Oh?”

Barry shrugs. “Imagine losing your skull so that your brain is exposed all the time. Imagine being a cell and having your cell wall break so your nucleus is exposed?”

They both wince at the image.

“Oh boy. And Bart is…playing? With that entity?”

His uncle snorts. “You tell me. I think you’ve seen more of them than I have at the moment. All I did was catch them hanging out in a conference room. I have to admit, the purring can get a little loud in the…” he makes a vague gesture that could mean anything from room to atmosphere to Speedforce.

Wally’s been mostly of the same mind—the physics of the entity, whatever they are, aren’t specifically third-dimensional. It might be related to how they only sometimes manifest, or how they manifest with only partial corporeality.

“It’s been at least some play and some games for him, I’m sure,” Wally admits, a smile pulling at his mouth nevertheless. “I spotted him going through a stim toy website before he suddenly and mysteriously had a mission on the other side of the planet. But I think most of his concern is the…”

Wally winces at the thought of the myriad of medical issues the entity’s faced since his arrival to Earth. Barry’s wince stretches to match. They both saw the report.

“…So it’s been a lot of food on Bart’s part. A lot of managing his care of them too; Superboy and Rob aren’t the most straightforward team in the world, but I think they’re largely keeping Bart in check on this one— not that they’re on base as much as Bart is.”

Wally smiles. It’s not a very happy smile, or very relieved of his earlier guilt, but it’s a smile nevertheless. That’s fine. Barry’ll work on the rest on Sunday; they’re due for a good luncheon out somewhere nice. Their JLA-approved food budget can foot the bill. Maybe…Indian? There’s got to be good food in Delhi they haven’t tried yet.

“At least J’onn’s back on base next week.” Wally sighs, crooked and a little weary. “Maybe this will finally get them to stop running every time someone gets within forty feet of them. Like, they realize they’re losing vital fluids, right? Wait, is Bart even giving them any water?”

“…I’m going to hold off on that worrying thought. I have a different one I’m sweating over. Do we even know if Bart will let our resident telepath get within forty feet of his new playmate?”

Wally groans, face in his hands. Barry can’t help but laugh a little—perhaps tinged with desperation.

Sidekicks. Always with the new problems. At least last time they had this problem, Kon could talk.

[secondgenerationnerd]

Irey and Damian talking to each other during a chaotic moment drabble?

I really had to think about what would count as a chaotic. So.....DAMIAN’S FIRST SPEEDSTER FAMILY DINNER!

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“Babe! Where’s the Tor-tilla chips?” Bart shouts.

“Dawn!” Iris calls into the living room.

“We’ve been married for three years and you still say it wrong?” Jaime shakes his head.

“Wally! Where’s the grill brush?” Barry searches through the cabinets. 

“Yeah, Mom?” Donny’s voice from upstairs 

“It should be outside!”

“Not you, Donny, your sister!”

“Heh.” Irey laughs softly, gesturing to the ever moving bodies inside the house. She and Damian sit on the back porch, “Welcome to the Flash Family.”

“You all actually call yourself that?” Damian shakes his head, a small smile on his face. 

“Everyone except you and Bruce call it the Bat Family.” Irey teases. She fiddles with his fingers, “You ready to deal with family dinner?”

“I’ve spent every weekend with you and Jai since we were 13. How bad can it be?” He asks. 

“Remember that time Jai and I invented ‘Speedster Redbull?’“

“...Yes...”

Turns out dinner with speedsters is waaaaaay worse than two overly hyper ones chattering away. Damian’s lost between the fifteen different conversations going on at once. The other non-speedster spouses seem unconcerned with the ever changing conversation, even talking part in it. 

“Jaime, how’s your work going? Dawn, don’t hit your brother!” Iris gives her daughter a stern look as Dawn and Mel high five. Donny wipes salsa off his shirt.

“It’s been great! We’re definitely helping a lot of people--Jai, did you ever read that book I sent you-- and getting more and more funding from research grants.”

“The space one or--Bart I swear you touch my burger and I’ll kick you so hard, your past self will feel it- or the medival art history one?”

“Dami?” Irey’s gentle voice breaks through the chaos around him. Her hand slides into his under the table, squeezing it tight. “You ok?”

“Just...processing? Not sure where I can jump in.” He won’t lie...seeing how close this family is and how content they are with their insanity. They don’t mean to, but it’s really easy to exclude newcomers. Irey reads the slightly fallen look on his face before turning to her brother.

“Hey, remember that time you, Colin, Jon, and Damian went overnight camping--”

“And Damian had to save Colin from getting poision ivy!” Jai laughs, “Dude, remind me why you had to yell at him?”

“He was going to wipe himself with the leaves! If anything I saved him and Reyes from uncomfortable rashes- er, sorry, Jaime.” Damian feels weird using the man’s name, but Jaime just laughs.

“If Papi found out Colin gave Mil poision ivy there, you’d be short a team memeber for murder. You guys just updated part of your training program right? Tim mentioned it the other day--”

“Donny,” Damian looks at the man at the end of the table, inching towards Dawn, “Keep in mind how close your wife is to Dawnand how long she can make you sleep on the couch. Yes, we did. I suggested we focus more on defense, especially with Jai and Colin leaning more towards offense.”

“Colin hits ‘em hard, I hit ‘em fast.” Jai snorts. 

“That’s almost as lame as Dad saying--”

“Back in a flash!” Iris laughs with her daughter as Barry pouts. “Honey, I love you, but you knew you’d regret that one day.”

“What about ‘Holy hot tubs, Batman!’“ Mel snorts as Damian’s face turns red.

“That was all Grayson!”

“I’ll back Damian up on that,” Wally nods, “That was originally a Dick-ism, but Jason’s used it too.”

“Tim does if he’s super sleep deprived.” Bart gestures to his husband, “Right, babe?”

“I think I’ve heard Mar’i use it more than Damian, but I’ve heard Damian use it-hey! Jai, give that back!”

It’s chaotic, but he’s starting to get the hang of it.

[spacenightwing]

Quotes as said by my family during our week long beach vacation in the Outer Banks of North Carolina. Featuring the Bat Fam, Super Fam, Flash Fam, and Wonder Woman

*10 minuets into a 6 hour drive* Jon: We there yet? Conner: How about I throw you out and you run there? Damian: Hey Uncle Barry! Want to watch me play chicken in the street? Barry: Nice job kid! Clark: Like wanting a game of Froger. Iris: I had a bad dream that I chipped a nail last night. Damian: Your priorities are always in order. *stuck in bumper to bumper traffic* *someone chances lanes in front of us* Clark: You stinker! You took my gap. *driver ahead waves* Clark: Don’t wave at me! Clark: *grumble* You’re welcome. *caravan of 4 cars stuck in bumper to bumper traffic* *Bat Fam in car 1, Super Fam in car 2* *Clark calls Bruce* Clark: How many more miles until the traffic thins out? Bruce: 2.8 miles. Bruce: You have 5 people on your car and you didn’t ask anyone to figure that shit out? Selina: Bruce, he wanted to hear your voice. Clark: Yep and I’ve had about enough of it. *hangs up*

*after being stuck in traffic for 5 hours* Jason: This is Virginia’s way of pissing people off before letting you leave for North Carolina: traffic lights. Alfred: *goes up to kids all week to reapply sunscreen at random intervals* Bart: Did you win or lose pong? Artemis: I didn’t play. So I didn’t lose which means I’m a winner. Wally: That’s not how that works. Artemis: That’s totally how that works. Jason: Bruce Wayne. The man. The myth. The asshole. Jon: What are you drinking? Jason: Sprite. Jon: Can I have a sip? Jason: Sure. Jon: *sips* Jon: *spits out vodka-tonic* Jon: That’s not Sprite. Jason: That was the most stupid question you’ve ever asked. Clark: Don’t scare my son! Lois: Boy’s got to learn someday. *Barry tires and fails 5 times to make a mixed drink for themed night* Bruce: You were never a bar tender we’re you? Barry: Nope! I can get a beer out of a fridge that’s about it. Tim: Too much family time? Jason: Happens to the best of us. Conner: Who likes old, stale, bacon? Tim: No one! Conner: I mean I’d still eat it. Tim: Same. Jason: Same. Dick: Same here. Diana: Your boys are discussing. Bruce: Same. Diana:  -_- Artemis: I would never purposely ignore you. It’s something I’d think about doing but not intentionally do. Dick: You look like you’re struggling there Uncle Barry. Barry: I’ve struggled a lot today. Dick: I heard. Dick: *looks at Bruce accusingly* Bruce: Hey! I didn’t say any- Bruce: Yeah I did. *sitting in the pool* *starts to rain* Wally: I’m getting wet. Bart: I know your lips are moving but all I’m hearing it “wah wah wah wah” Selina to all fatherf of boys: All these boys do is flip each other off. It’s like their own personal wave or something. *deciding drinking games to play* Jason: I’m thinking another round of Kings. Who’s in? Everyone: NO! Tim: Only if it’s Diet Coke. Barry: *sitting in hot tub, drunk, with Iris* Clark: How are you feelin’ Allen? Barry: Aroused. Jason: Don’t let the truth get in the way of a good story. Bart: I’m really good at rising up to low expectations. Diana: *founds Bruce, Selina, and Iris in the bathtub* Diana: Checking in, is everyone okay? Iris: Yep! We’re having a conversation before they have sex in here. Jason and Dick: *fighting over a spoon* Jason: You CAN NOT use a spoon on a JELLOSHOT! Dick: WATCH ME! Alfred: *deep sign* Diana: What happened to Ben Afleck? Lois: I’d do him. Clark: O_o

Selina: What are you good at? Lois: *drunk* Lois: Geological politics! G-g-g-geographical politics? Selina: You sure about that? Bruce: *very drunk* Bruce: *starts kickboxing the air in the kitchen* *listening to Stacy’s mom* *everyone very drunk* Jason: Stacy’s friend wants to fuck her mom. Clark: How do you know that, do you know Stacy? Iris: Who’s Stacy? Does anyone have a picture of Stacy I wanna see her. Jason: Turn on Boohienen rapcity! Dick: Bohemian Rhapsody. Jason: *flips the bird* Jason: I’m drunk as fuck and can’t say that sober. Wally and Artemis: GALLILEO!! Jason: See?! They understands me! Tim: *drunk* Tim: Aunt Diana! I’m seeing two of you! Diana: That sounds like a you-problem. Clark: Selina Kyle get off your phone! Bruce: She’s taking pictures. Clark: I know she’s taking pictures. That’s why she’s got to get off it! Barry: There’s a weird dipstick by the pool. Bruce: That’d be Clark. Tim: Dude I’m taking the meatiest shit right now. Conner: They’re just jealous. Tim: ^-^ ️ Wally: No we’re not. Tim: >_< Damian: Have you done anything at all today? Bruce: I burped. I might fart. We’ll see what happens. Clark: I’ll fart with you. Barry: I’ll get in on that. We’ll make a musical. Jon: Have you seen Mr. Wayne? Alfred: I was not responsible for Mr. Wayne today.

[thefemalethatwrites]

Canary Arrow (Jason Todd x Reader) Part 1

Request: No

Prompt: You come back from the future with Impulse (Bart Allen)

Relationship: Jason Todd x Reader, Father! Green Arrow/Oliver Queen x Daughter! Reader, Mother! Black Canary/Dinah Lance x Daughter! Reader

Warning: Cursing, Death, Mentions of Death, Torture, Mentions of Torture

Word Count: 4212

A/N: I think I may have gone overboard with this one but my fingers wouldn’t stop typing, so I had to spilt it into two parts. Anyway enjoy, and please request.

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(Y/N)’s POV

I fired an arrow into the back of the attacker’s skull,

“You killed him!” Bart exclaimed,

“You’re welcome” I say as I pulled the arrow out, “Admin, give me the status!” I ordered through the com as I smacked another attacker around the face with my bow,

“It’s at 98%” Admin replied,

“Titan!” I yelled gaining his attention, “You alright to handle this?” I asked mentioning the remaining attackers,

“Go” He said as he charged the group of attackers,

“Time to go” Bart said as he picked me up and ran us down to the basement,

“I’ve told you a thousand times not to carry me like that Allen!” I scolded as I pulled myself from his arms,

“It’s the fastest way for us to travel without you getting whiplash” He explained, I rolled my eyes

“A minute left Canary” Admin announced, Red Hood approached me

“Keep them all safe for me” I say,

“Like they’re my own family” She said before she tackled me with a hug, “Stay safe (Y/N)” She whispered,

“You’re the one in more danger, Lian” I sighed pulling away from her, she chuckled

“Say hi to younger me, that way I’ll know you got there safe” She demanded,

“Canary, Allen it’s ready” Admin said, I approached Admin who had tears in his eyes

“Give them hell amigo” I say,

“Don’t I always” He smirked, I ruffled his hair earning a groan,

“Time to go” Bart said as he picked me up and ran us through the machine, we arrived and was met by Kid-flash, Robin, Nightwing and Beast-boy, “We’re here!” Bart announced, I pulled myself from Bart’s hold and smack him over the head before he began running around the place

“Impulse, I like it” He said and gushed about how ‘crash’ everything was, as KF, Robin and BB were trying to catch him

“Nightwing, on your right in three, two, one” I say and he barged Bart off his feet and cuffed “Don’t even think about coming near me with them things” I say as Robin came towards me with cuffs in his hands,

“It’s precaution” He stated,

“And so’s this arrow that’s about to go through your skull” I threatened as I aimed at him,

“Keep a close eye on her” Nightwing ordered as he left the room, I retracted the bow string and relaxed as Nightwing came back with a glass of water,

“Coming from the future must have been thirst work. Would you like a drink?” He offered, Bart accepted

“Such a Dick Grayson move” I smirked,

“You know?” He asked

“Yep. Dick Grayson, aka Nightwing, Tim Drake, aka Robin, Garfield Logan, aka Beast-boy, and Wally West, aka Kid-flash” I say,

“And you are?” Wally asked as he came over to me,

“(Y/N) (L/N), also known as the Canary Arrow. Then we’ve got Bartholomew Allen the second-”

“Bart Allen!” He yelled cutting me off, I narrowed my eyes at him,

“Grandson of Bartholomew Allen the first, aka the Flash” I introduced before the system announced someone was coming into the base, so Bart phased out of his cuffs and took off running, he was closely followed by Garfield and Wally chasing him, I sat down and twirled an arrow around in my hand as I watched Dick track Bart, “He’s heading to Central City to meet Barry” I state gaining both of their attention,

“Haven’t you got someone you want to meet? Parents?” Dick asked,

“My parents are dead to me” I scoffed,

“Oh…” He trailed off,

“Aren’t you going to tell Bruce or any other Justice League members of this conundrum?” I asked.

“We can handle this ourselves” Kaldur said as he entered the room,

“Hey Waterboy’s joined the party” I mocked,

“It’s Aqua-lad” He stated

“Oh, I know. I just like to piss off; the Justice League, Young Justice, Teen Titans, Outlaws” I point out,

“And you’re still alive?” Tim asked,

“No I’m a figment of your imaginations, of course I’m still alive because none of you bums can catch me in the future” I bragged, Dick sighed

“We may have to get Batman involved with this one” He said mentioning me, I stopped twirling the arrow and put it away before standing up,

“Shall we go?” I asked

“Robin you stay here. I’ll drop her off at the Cave” Dick ordered as he led me towards the Zeta tube, we went through and arrived in the Bat-cave,

“Nightwing” Alfred greeted,

“She knows Alfred. This is the Canary Arrow, (Y/N) (L/N), she’s from the future” Dick introduced me as he put me inside the holding cell, “Could you keep an eye on her until Bruce comes back?” Dick asked,

“Of course” He answered as Dick went back through the Zeta tube,

“He doesn’t trust me, does he?” I asked,

“Not in the slightest. But I wouldn’t blame him since you’re not giving him your real name” He answered, I dropped my bow and arrows on the bed,

“I don’t know what you’re talking about Alfred. I’ve given him my name” I say,

“Canary Arrow? That makes me think that you’re a protégé of the Black Canary and the Green Arrow. Miss Queen” He said, I glared at him before kicking the door open, 

“I’m not a Queen. Not anymore” I growled as I stood in front of him, “You tell a soul who I am, you’ll end up with arrows as eyes. Understood?” I threatened,

“Your secret is safe with me” he said seeming un-phased by my threat,

“You’re not scared” I say tilting my head,

“I haven’t been scared of death for a while” He stated, I hummed and went back into the cell,

“You can go back to your duties Alfred, I won’t leave” I sighed as I sat on the bed, static filled my ear making me raise an eyebrow

“Red...too many…No!” Admin’s voice rang through my com, my eyes widened

“Admin? Red? Can you hear me?” I asked,

“Canary? I thought you went to the past?” Lian asked,

“I am. The com’s still working, what’s going on?” I reply,

“Press the button on your com, you’ll see what I’m seeing” Admin said, I did so, and my eyes widened at the scene, they were being swarmed by the attackers,

“Surrender or die!” Someone ordered as Titan was brought forward,

“Haven’t you heard who we are? We’re Misfits, we fight until death” Titan said as he broke free of their grip and fought against them, his nape was slice revealing his natural form inside,

“Arron…” I whispered,

“I’m sorry Canary. Thanks for giving me a family” He said before his throat was sliced,

“No!” Lian yelled as she fired multiple of bomb arrows at the attackers,

“Lian pull back! That’s an order!” I yelled as she was getting surrounded, “Admin, get her out of there!” I ordered as her bow was kicked from her hands and she was restrained and brought in front of the leader, Admin was quick to move as he took down most of the attackers but stopped dead in his tracks and looked down to see a dagger in his chest,

“Admin!” Lian screamed,

“I’m sorry, Canary” He whispered,

“No, you did your best Alexandro. I couldn’t be prouder. Until we meet again amigo” I smiled, he looked up towards Lian who had a pistol aimed at her head,

“You’ll die like the rest of your pathetic friends” The leader growled,

“I’ll see you soon, Canary” She smiled before the trigger was pulled and she dropped to the floor, I pulled the com out of my ear and smashed it, I stood up and punched the cell wall while letting out a frustrated scream, which amplified to a canary cry shattering the glass,

“Dick informed me that we had a guest, I didn’t expect them to be a meta though, a strong one at that” Bruce said making me turn around to see him and Alfred stood there,

“I didn’t hear you come in” I say picking my arrows and bow up,

“You were talking to someone” He stated,

“My team from the future. My com was still hooked up to them and well…yeah” I sighed,

“It’s fine. Are you alright?” Bruce asked, I nodded

“Other than feeling a little pissed off, yeah” I say as I followed him to the computer,

“So, your name’s (Y/N) (L/N)?” He questioned, I sighed

“No, it’s (Y/N) Queen, daughter of Oliver Queen and Dinah Lance, but go by (Y/N) (L/N) since I disowned them” I explained, he nodded

“(Y/N) (L/N), it is. And you go by Canary Arrow” He said as he filled out a file on the computer,

“Correct” I comment,

“You have a Canary cry, any other superpowers or abilities?” He asked,

“Self-healing abilities” I answered, he raised an eyebrow, so I took a bat-rang off him and cut the palm of my hand, only for it to heal up moments later.

“One less person I have to stitch up” Alfred commented making me chuckle before a signal popped up on screen,

“The Outlaws? I don’t have time for these” Bruce growled,

“I can deal with them” I state, the two of them turned to me “You’re busy, I can deal with them, don’t worry, I won’t kill them. It could mess up the future if I do” I say,

“Alfred guide her through the com, I need to get back to the Justice League” Bruce ordered as he handed me a com, I placed it in my ear and headed over to the motorcycle,

“Send me the co-ordinates” I say before setting off out, I arrived at the location and heard the gunshots and explosions inside,

“Are they there still, Miss?” Alfred asked,

“Yeah, they are, and making a lot of noise. Y’know, you don’t have to call me ‘Miss’, Canary’s just fine Alfred” I say as I scaled the building,

“If you wish, I’ll call you that” He replied, I sat on the edge of the building as the Outlaws were finishing up, they all gathered in the middle and began conversating,

“Well, I must say, I’m impressed” I called down still hiding in the shadows, they all went into defensive mode making me chuckle.

“Show yourself!” Red Hood yelled,

“Not yet. Now, who’ve we got here; Princess Koriand'r of Tamaran, aka Starfire, Roy Harper aka Speedy-”

“It’s Arsenal!” He yelled cutting me off, I restrained myself from laughing,

“God, I’ve missed pissing you off” I smirked as I jumped off of the roof, “And finally, Jason Todd, aka Red Hood” I say,

“How do you know us?!” Jason yelled,

“I’m an acquaintance from the future” I explained as I stalked them still in the shadows,

“Star, light them up” Jason ordered and seconds later Kori was shooting her beams into every shadowy place to the eye, I fired an arrow at her and covered her body, minus her head, in ice

“You, my flaming friend need to chill out” I say as I came out of the shadows,

“She’s hot” Roy commented making me cringe,

“Please don’t say that. You’re Lian’s dad” I say which earned him aiming at me,

“How do you know of her?!” He questioned, I sighed resting a hand on my hip,

“Do you not listen? I’m from the future, your daughter; Lian Harper, was the closest person I had to a friend” I say, he shot the arrow that narrowly missed my face, I glared at him as I felt the cut heal, his face dropped

“Please tell me that someone else saw that” He pleaded.

“No, I did too” Jason said,

“Who are you?” Kori asked,

“Canary Arrow” I introduced as I shattered the ice covering her body,

“Canary! Do you copy?!” Bruce yelled in my ear,

“Ow. Was they any need to yell?!” I snap,

“You weren’t answering, plus Impulse told your parents about you” He said,

“Allen did what?!” I growled as I made my way back towards the bike,

“Hey! Where are you going?!” Jason yelled,

“To kick my cousins ass. I’ll find you again to chat” I answered as I drove back to the Cave, I got in and was greeted by the Justice league, “Where is he?” I growled as I walked towards them,

“(Y/N), I’m sorry. Y’know how I talk and I don’t shut up-” Bart was cut off by me punching him,

“You’re about to die here Allen, say your goodbyes” I growled,

“(Y/N) please” he begged as he used his speed to avoid my attacks, I growled and tripped him up with my bow and held it against his throat,

“(Y/N), that’s enough” Oliver ordered as he placed a hand on my shoulder,

“Oliver, bad idea” Barry said before I knocked him on to his knees and strangled him with my bow,

“Ollie” Dinah said he cover his ears as she used her canary cry towards me, I retaliated with my own canary cry, the other members held their ears groaning in pain as they fell to their knees, eventually my cry over-powered hers and she fell to the floor, I stopped and kicked Oliver to the ground beside her,

“(Y/N), they’re your parents!” Bart exclaimed as he scrambled to his feet,

“No they’re not!” I snapped turning to him,

“I see she has your cry and style” Oliver groaned,

“And your fighting style” Dinah replied as they all got to their feet,

“Trust me, I can do more than shoot an arrow” I scoffed,

“Show me” She demanded,

“How old’s Connor?” I asked,

“Three” She answered,

“I’m not fighting you” I state,

“Why? Scared?” She taunted, I rolled my eyes

“Because you’re four months pregnant with myself” I answered, her eyes widened

“But I haven’t-”

“You never did experience morning sickness or the mood-swings or me kicking your insides” I explained cutting her off,

“I…” She trailed off,

“What happened to you for you to hate your parents?” Clark asked, I glared at him

“I trusted them, and they left me to die!” I yelled, all their expressions dropped,

“I thought you didn’t like them because you weren’t their favourite” Bart whispered,

“That was me sugar-coating it for you” I replied before making my way out of the cave.

***

I was sat on a ledge of the church tower, I felt someone approaching me making me aim my bow at them,

“Oh, it’s you” I say to Bruce as I relaxed, he sat next to me,

“Do you want to talk about it?” He asked,

“About what? How I almost killed my family?” I questioned,

“Your death” he answered, I remained silent as I stared out across Gotham,

“Don’t you have criminals to put away?” I scoffed,

“Yes but I need to make sure that you’re alright as well” He replied,

“Why?” I sighed,

“Because you need guidance” He said, I rolled my eyes

“And you’re the one to give it to me?” I say raising an eyebrow,

“Possibly. If you need a place to stay you’re al-”

“Always welcomed to the Manor. I know, you’ve told me before, Uncle Bruce” I finished off,

“I have?” he asked,

“Future you has” I answered standing up, he gave a small smile,

“I’m going to do patrol then I’ll be home, if you decide to come” He announced before jumping off, I sighed and jumped off myself, I walked across rooftops looking through windows of apartments seeing what a typical family looked like, however I stopped when I noticed Roy, Jason and Kori passed out on the couch while a young Lian played in another room, I smiled slightly before jumping over to the ledge outside the room Lian was playing in, I knocked on it gaining her attention, she came over to it with caution and opened it,

“Hello” She said,

“Hello Lian” I smiled,

“How do you know my name?” She asked.

“It’s not safe to tell you that while I’m out here, may I come in?” I asked, she thought about before moving out of the way allowing me to climbing inside, I closed the window and turned to her removing my mask, “My name is (Y/N) (L/N) and I know your name because I come from the future” I introduced, her eyes widened

“Really?” She said, I nodded “What am I like?” She asked as she sat me down on her bed and sat cross-legged in front of me,

“You kick ass” I answered, she smiled brightly at me before I heard the front door open making me raise an eyebrow “Who else knows about this apartment?” I whispered as I stood up,

“Just me, Dad, Uncle Jay and Aunt Kori” She answered, I put my mask on and prepared an arrow,

“Do me a favour and open your door on the count of 3, okay?” I asked, she nodded and prepared herself, “1. 2. 3” I say, she pulled open the door and scouted the front room finding no one, I hummed as I put the arrow away, “Lian. Pack some essentials” I ordered,

“Okay” She replied, I did another sweep over the room and heard beeping, I flipped the couch and found a bomb, my eyes widened as it only had ten seconds left, I ran back into Lian’s room picking her and her bag and jumping out of the window, a second later the bomb exploded, I landed on my back on top of a car with Lian shaking on top of me,

“You okay?” I asked, she slowly nodded as I sat up groaning, “Come on, I know somewhere safe” I say as I got off the car and held her hand,

“Where’s Daddy?” She asked as we made our way down the street,

“Your Dad’s been kidnapped, along with your Uncle Jay and Aunt Kori” I replied, we arrived at one of Jason’s many safe-houses, I pick-locked my way in and locked it behind us,

“Where are we?” Lian asked as I turned on the lights,

“One of Jason’s safe-houses” I answered removing my mask, bow and arrows, “B? You there?” I asked as I held a finger against my com, it was quiet for a few moments,

“(Y/N), are you okay?” Bruce answered, I sighed in relief,

“Yeah, I’m fine. Listen, I need you to come to my current location ASAP. I’ve got a small friend, I need you to look after while I get her Dad back” I say smiling at Lian as she put on a red cape,

“Who do you need Batman or Bruce?” He asked,

“Either, I don’t think it’s going to matter” I answered, “Batman it is then” He replied, I cut off with him and turned to Lian, “Hey Lian” I say crouching down to her level,

“What’s up?” She asked,

“Batman’s going to come over to keep you company while I go get your Dad” I say,

“(Y/N)” Bruce said, I stood up and faced him

“I’m glad you came. This is my friend, Lian” I introduced, he nodded

“It’s nice to meet you, Lian” He said,

“I’m going now. I’ll be back soon” I say as I picked up my mask, put it on and headed out, I made my way straight into Black Mask’s territory, and was immediately swarmed by his henchmen, I raised an eyebrow

“You lost little bird?” Mask said as he came out of the shadows

“I don’t get lost” I say folding my arms,

“Then you should know that no vigilantes are allowed in my part of town” He stated,

“I don’t follow rules either, especially when you almost blow me up” I growled, he chuckled

“Ah, you’re a friend of them. Take her” Mask ordered, and I was hit over the head with something, before I was cuffed and thrown over someone’s shoulder,

“I hope you know I’m going to kick your ass” I say, the henchmen grunted before I was thrown on the floor of a room and locked in, “Knulla dig! Jag lovar dig att du kommer att vara död när jag kommer ut härifrån! (Fuck you! I promise you will be dead when I get out of here!)” I yelled as I stood up,

“What did you just say?” Roy asked making me turn to see him, Kori and Jason chained to the wall,

“Oh, hey guys” I say,

“What are you doing here?” Kori asked,

“I told Lian that I was coming to save you. You’re welcome that I dropped by the apartment when I did otherwise Lian would have blown up with it” I explained, their jaws dropped

“And how do you exactly plan to ‘save us’?” Jason questioned,

“Watch and learn” I smirked as I went over to the door, “Hey, what’s your name?” I asked, knowing that they were two guards outside,

“Johnny” One of them answered,

“Shut up” The other growled,

“Well, Johnny is your mother proud of your occupation?” I questioned,

“I said shut up!” The other snapped, I chuckled

“Oh come on. I’m bored, and I need to be entertained” I whined,

“I’ll come and give you entertainment if you don’t shut up!” He yelled,

“Ooo, what kind?” I asked as I backed away from the door,

“You really want to find out?” He asked,

“Please” I dragged out before the door slammed open revealing Johnny and the other guard, “Perfect” I smirked as they came to attack me, I avoided one of them, wrapped my legs around the other’s neck and used the cuffs to strangle the other, they both went limp and dropped to the floor, “Now, where are the keys?” I hummed as I searched their bodies, I got them and unlocked the chains on the other three,

“Thanks” Kori smiled, I nodded.

“And of course, they don’t have the keys to these cuffs” I sighed,

“Here” Jason said as he unlocked them, the cuffs dropped to the floor, I gave a nod of appreciation before leading them out of the building, we were about to leave when we were blocked in by henchmen with AK47s, I sighed rolling my eyes

“Have a plan for this cupcake?” One of the henchmen asked, I raised an eyebrow

“I’ve had bazooka’s aimed at me sweetheart, your AK’s aren’t going to scare me” I scoffed, they all laughed “Cover your ears” I whispered to Jason, Roy and Kori, they did and I used my Canary cry and the henchmen dropped to their knees groaning and eventually going unconscious, I stopped and smirked as the three of them uncovered their ears,

“You’re Di-”

“Finish that statement and your head will no longer be attached to your shoulders. Now let’s go” I growled cutting Roy off, I lead them through the streets and to Jason’s safe house,

“How did you-Never mind” Jason said as we went inside to find Lian aiming my bow at Bruce who had an apple on top of his head, I took my bow off her,

“You were aiming in between his eyes” I state as she stared up at me,

“You told me you were aiming at the apple” Bruce said before I shot the apple from his head as he went to grabbed it,

“Thanks for keeping an eye on her, you’re more than welcome to leave” I say, he nodded

“Will you be coming?” He asked,

“I’ll think about it” I say giving a small smile before he left, I sighed removing my mask,

“Can you teach me?” Lian asked, I raised an eyebrow 

“Maybe later” I say ruffling her hair before making my way over to the arrow with the apple in the wall and pulled it out, I cleaned my arrow off before putting it away,

“So, who are your parents?” Kori asked as she came up next to me,

“Does it matter?” I asked,

“Well to say that we don’t know your name, yes” Jason said,

“My name’s (Y/N) Q-(L/N)” I answered,

“You hesitated” Kori commented,

“Honestly guys! She has a canary cry, just like her mother! She also dress like her! She shoots arrows like her father!” Roy yelled, I glared at him,

“Correction; I prefer shooting arrows, I’m mastered in most weapons” I state,

“What are you on about?” Kori asked,

“Her last name is Queen! She’s the daughter of Green Arrow and Black Canary!” Roy yelled, I grabbed his collar and pulled him closer,

“I’m not a Queen” I growled as I glared at him,

“You are! What’s so bad about being one?” He asked, I pushed him away

“Because I died, and no one searched for me. Not even you, Uncle Roy” I growled,

“Wait a minute, Uncle?” Jason asked, I sighed and put my mask on before leaving,

“Why are you following me?” I asked as I stopped in my tracks and faced Jason,

“I…” He trailed off rubbing the back of his neck,

“Well, if you’re not going to answer me, I’m going” I say turning away from him,

“Wait! I was wondering if I can get your number?” He asked stopping me in my tracks,

“You want my number?” I questioned,

“Yeah…It’s fine if you-” I cut him off by taking his hand and writing my number on it,

“See you around Jason” I whispered before leaving him.