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that1emowitch · 1 month

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At the end of the world / Or the last thing I see / You are never coming home, never coming home

Prompt from @tuna-f-b: Do you still do request? If yes and angst is o.k: what would happend i all the bats died? Like how would the hero community react. The supers alone. Clark having to deal with losing his best friend(?) and the kids he basically co parented- as well as seeing his sons lose their best friends(?) Specially as ships that would be awesome angst

A/N: I'm not crying you're crying (Also, for those who don't know, Izzy is Duke's canon gf and one of the Robins from We Are Robin)

Words: 2504

TW: Mentions of blood, Major character death, Coping with loss, Self-blame, Mentions of relapse (drugs)

“If you’re watching this, I am either deceased or indefinitely unable to continue my duties as Batman. But the world still needs Batman. Gotham still needs Batman. My son Damian Wayne, if he is an adult, shall inherit my mantle— if not, Dick Grayson will take over until he is. In the event that he, too, is unavailable for any reason, the mantle goes to Tim Drake, after him, to Cassandra Cain, then Duke Thomas, then Stephanie Brown, then Jason Todd, should he accept it.”

In the video recording, Batman pauses, taking a deep breath.

“In the unfortunate event that the entire family is… deceased… I have a list of contingency plans on both the Bat-Computer and the Justice League’s primary databases. Oracle will help you access it, but in her… absence… the password is “a6ghr83kc02m”.”

Then video-Bruce takes off the cowl, his pale blue eyes looking straight into the camera.

“I know I was never the best with feelings. But I would like my children, my allies, and friends to know that I’m proud of you. And to my fellow Justice Leaguers… Diana and Clark, I am truly grateful for your companionship. I would never have made it this far without you. Barry, Arthur, Dinah, J’onn, you’ve all been good friends. Oliver, Hal… you’re not so bad either.”

Bruce turns around, and looks over his shoulder, the shadows of the Batcave making the scene even more dramatic.

“I wish you good luck.”

Then the clip ends.

A shuddering breath leaves Clark.

It’s real.

He’s really… They’re all…

He can’t do this anymore. He turns around and walks out the door, leaving the other core Justice Leaguers staring sombrely at the now-blank screen.

He doesn’t know when he started flying, when he started trying to escape. The walls of the Watchtower seem to be suffocating him, but he has enough sense not to just leave the airlock yet.

Instead he finds a corner by a window, far, far away from the others, where he can see a majestic view of Earth, the moon, and the Sun in perfect sync with each other.

He falls to his knees.

His breathing’s uneven, a tear rolls down his cheeks.

Then he feels a hand on his shoulder— soft, trembling, yet steady.

“Kal,” Diana whispers, sitting on the floor next to him. She doesn’t continue— she isn’t sure what to say.

“They’re all going to die, you know? We’re going to bury all of them. Everyone on Earth, everyone we know.” Clark’s voice trembles, in a way Superman’s never does. “It scares me so much.”

“Kal,” Diana says again, pulling Clark into a hug. “It’s okay. We’ve lost… We’ve lost so many of our friends. It’s okay to be scared. It’s okay to grieve.”

“How are you— how are you so—” Clark can’t form his words properly. He turns to Diana, to see her face tight with grief, eyes misty with unshed tears.

Her voice breaks slightly as she speaks. “I don’t want to believe they’re gone. But… we have to carry on. We’re the Justice League. Our people need us, Kal.”

“So we just go on and on? Forever?” Another tear runs down his cheek. “Ollie, Hal, Dinah, Lois, Jon, they’re all going to… they’re all going to die one day and we just have to… to go on?”

“I’m sorry, but it is the truth,” Diana whispers, her eyes stinging with hot tears. “We must find peace in the fact, right now, that Batman— Bruce, the Robins, they— they were so brave. Brave till the end. And they fell as warriors, defending our world. I’m sure they’ll all reach Elysium.”

“And Dickie, Damian, Jason, Tim, Cass, Duke—” Clark’s voice is hoarse. “They were so young, just kids… I… I know Dick, Jay, Tim, Cass… they were adults, but… they’re gone, they’re gone…”

“They were heroes, like you and me. Don’t forget that.”

“I… I know, I just—” Another shuddering breath escapes Clark. “I just— I…”

“It’s okay,” Her voice is forcefully steady, but with an undertone of heartbreak. “It’s okay…”

Dinah looks around the room, her heart heavy.

Clark has left, Diana’s gone after him— both of them need their space, she knows. They were close to Bruce and the other Bats in a way no one else in this room was.

Was.

The word still weighs down on her.

Hal speaks up finally, breaking the deafening silence. “I always thought he hated me.”

No one replies for a long moment.

“I miss the kids,” Barry says finally, his voice quiet. “They were just… Robin was only 14. The others, even Nightwing, they had… they had their whole lives ahead of them.”

More silence.

“Jason, when he was Robin— do y'all remember? Kid was always my favorite,” Ollie says finally. “Was always so sassy. Roy loves him.”

Loves. Dinah winces, but doesn’t correct him. It’s easier to believe they’re just gone for a little while.

“Bruce was a good man,” Arthur adds. “They all were.”

“Tim was, I believe, the smartest,” J’onn says, somber. “It was his plan that allowed us to save Earth.”

“Damian!” Dinah says suddenly, jumping from her seat. “His… his mother. She shouldn’t have to find out from someone else.”

Everyone freezes, faces tight.

Dinah sighs, looking down. “I’ll do it.”

Then she leaves the room, dragging what feels like a heavy weight tied to her soul. She has to do this.

Roy’s sitting in a corner of his apartment, hugging his knees. All he can think of is Jason.

He’s never coming back.

He can still feel the lingering ‘goodbye’ kiss Jason gave him not two days ago, he can still hear him say, “I’ll be back before you know it, babe.”

He never came back.

He’s dead. Dead— dead dead dead DEAD DEAD—

“Small Red not okay?” A booming voice snaps Roy out of his thoughts. He looks up to see Bizarro’s pale blue skin and cold eyes looming over him. He’s crying. “Red him coming back.”

It takes Roy a second to register that Bizarro speaks backwards. It takes everything in him to not punch him for saying that, for giving him false hope.

He feels something he hasn’t felt in years— feels that whisper in his mind— one hit and it’ll all feel better. Just one hit.

NO! He screams mentally. He feels like bashing his head open.

Instead he lifts his dead eyes to survey the rest of the room— Kori’s on the couch, staring into space. Artemis has a crying Lian in her arms, she’s showing her something— old photos of Jason. Talking, whispering in a broken voice.

No, no he should be the one comforting Lian—

What’s he gonna say?

That— That Jason— That her Papa’s gone forever? That he’s never— he’s never coming back?

No— Jay— Jay deserved so much better, he— he already died once before, he’s been through so much, things were supposed to be better now— not— no, he’s—

Roy feels Bizarro sit beside him, gently patting his arm.

He snaps out of his thoughts again, turning to Jason’s former teammate, his eyes red-rimmed. His voice raw, he whispers, “Jay’s gone…”

Wally’s standing in the Hall of Heroes, staring up at the holographic projection of Dick— he looks so majestic, so mighty, staring ahead with nothing but hope and courage in his eyes.

Nothing like the cold, dead body that Wally held in his arms just two days ago.

He’s surrounded by his teammates, his friends— Kaldur, M’gann, Artemis, Zatanna, L’gann, Garth— yet he feels so alone.

He sees it again— Dick bleeding out it his arms, his wounds so fatal he died before help arrived. Wally’s the fastest man alive, damn it, yet he couldn’t even save his best friend— his boyfriend. He feels the moment when Dick’s breathing stopped, when his body went limp, when his grip on Wally’s hand loosened.

Everyone’s quiet. M’gann’s stress baking again, L’gann by her side. Artemis and Zatanna are sitting together, Garth’s lingering in a corner, and Kaldur’s standing right beside Wally— close enough for comfort but not so close he’s lurking. He’s shaking.

He can still hear it, hear Dick forcing out his last words, telling Wally it’s okay, that he loves him, that it’ll be fine.

It’s not fine. Not without you.

He wants to scream.

He wants to cry, yell, hit something, do anything.

But he can’t move.

So he just stands there, almost as still as the holographic projection of Dick before him.

Kon is left reeling.

Tim… Tim is…

Tim’s dead.

Tim’s really gone.

He thinks, for just a second, that this is how Tim and Cassie must have felt when he and Bart “died”.

Bart is sitting beside him on the couch, leaning on his side, Cassie’s got her head on his lap. Neither of them speak— Bart’s not even fidgeting— they’re all just trying to be there for each other.

The other Titans are up and about, but staying close for comfort. Jaime and Gar are making food for everyone in the kitchen, Raven and Vic have come back to the tower to make sure the others are okay, and he’s sure Karen’s around too, somewhere.

Yet he feels so empty.

Feels nothing at all.

How can he, when his best friend is dead?

Jon hasn’t spoken in a bit. Not when his Mom brought him his favorite soup, not when Grandma and Grandpa showed up to ‘help’ him and Dad through this, not when Krypto plopped down beside him to comfort him.

He hugs the dog close.

Krypto’s technically Kon’s, but Jon’s sure Kon wouldn’t mind if he stole Krypto for a day.

Another sob escapes him, and he buries his head in Krypto’s back. The dog whines, licking Jon’s hand.

He can’t believe Damian’s gone.

Really gone.

And he didn’t know just how much he would miss his friend.

Dinah finds Talia Al Ghul on a building in Metropolis, overlooking the city. Her face is tight with sorrow, but she keeps herself in check, her back straight, head held high.

She already knows, Dinah deduces.

“I… I’m sorry,” Dinah starts, unsure of what to say. She knows, from her experience as a psychologist, that ‘sorry’ is the last thing a grieving person wants to hear, but she doesn’t have anything else to say.

Talia doesn’t reply for a long time. Then she says, her voice numb, “I should have known, when bringing Damian into this life, that I would also be bringing him amidst the dangers that come with.”

Dinah’s brows furrow. “It’s not your fault. You couldn’t have done anything at all.”

“I should have trained him better, I should have kept him close, I should—” Talia takes a shuddering breath. “I should have never brought him into this life.”

Dinah can’t argue with that— she knows how Damian had come to be, and it… wasn’t the best birth ever.

“Now leave, hero,” Talia says, her voice numb and cold. “Go back to protecting the world. Leave me be.”

Dinah wants to say something better, comfort the woman, but she can’t. So she just turns back, and leaves.

By the time Harper Row makes her way to the Clock Tower, there’s already quite a crowd there— Kate, Renee Montoya, Harley, Ivy, Silena, and Helena Bertinili— they’re crowding around Babs, comforting her. Luke Fox and Isabella Ortiz are at the computer, looking through something.

Harper tries to open her mouth to speak, but she can’t get the words out.

She makes her way over to Luke and Izzy, shoulders hunched.

Just three days ago she’d been hanging out with Duke and Izzy and Cass and Steph— they’d all been so carefree, so happy…

And now…

Once she gets close enough she realizes Izzy’s crying, and immediately wraps her arms around the shorter girl. Harper’s trying to hold back tears of her own, too. She feels Luke putting a hesitant hand on her shoulder, squeezing tight.

No one speaks for a long time, they just stand together, seeking comfort in each other.

Then Babs rolls her wheelchair to the center of the room, wiping at her bloodshot eyes. But when she speaks, she sounds surprisingly steady. She’s compartmentalizing, Harper realizes. Putting away Barbara and bringing Oracle back.

“Gotham needs her heroes, now more than ever,” Oracle says, head held high. “We must honor our friends by doing the one thing they’d have wanted— to keep fighting. Keep Gotham safe.”

She sighs, her face tight to fight away tears. “Luke. Batman’s contingency plan, in the Robins’ absence, was to pass you the mantle of Batman. Do you accept?”

Luke’s eyes grow wide slightly, but he straightens himself, looking away. “I… I accept. Dad isn’t going to be happy, but… Gotham needs Batman.”

“Thank you.” Oracle nods at him. “As per Bruce’s will, all Wayne assets, the Manor, and the Batcave are split between Kate, me, Alfred, and Lucius. I… Lucius and I are still figuring out who’s going to take over Wayne Enterprises, but on the vigilante side, I’ve got a plan.”

She turns to Ivy, Harley, Kate, Silena and Helena. “The Birds of Prey are needed here, now more than ever. Dinah— Black canary has offered to help us with Gotham, too.”

Harley nods, sniffling. Beside her, Ivy speaks up, “The… Most Rogues aren’t happy about this. They’re not rampaging— Bane has fashioned his own version of the Batsuit, he’s going around ‘saving’ people, screaming that Batman never dies. The Joker’s searching for Lazarus Pits and Bruce’s body. Jervis Tetch and Nygma held a get-together yesterday, in the memory of the Bats. I… I think they might help us.”

Harper’s gotta admit, she’s quite surprised about this. Even Babs freezes, taking in this information.

“Gotham needs Robin as much as she needs Batman,” Izzy speaks up from beside her, her voice small but firm. “The Robins can come back, this time you can give us formal training so we can actually help.”

Oracle turns to Luke. “Taking on Robins is your decision, Batman.”

Luke winces at that title— it doesn’t feel like an honor to him, it just feels like an incessant reminder that he’s the last one left. Because his friends are dead. But he nods, anyway, not trusting himself to speak right now.

Then Oracle addresses Harper. “I… would you like to be Batgirl?”

Harper’s heart stops. Memories flash into her head— seeing Steph in the Batgirl costume, seeing Cass in the Batgirl suit, both of whom are now gone.

“N— No,” Harper stutters out, eyes tearful. “I can’t— I’m sorry, Babs. I appreciate the offer, but… Cass was Batgirl. I can’t take her place.”

“I understand.” Babs just nods, lips pursed, misty-eyed. “We will all need to work hand-in-hand until everything settles, we will need to be vigilant. Carry on Batman’s legacy, for as long as we may need to.”

No one speaks again.

They all just let it sink in, hearts heavy.

They’re going to have to do this alone now.

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a-reader-and-a-writer-for-all · 2 years

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Wrong Place, Wrong Time: Aftermath

Whumptober 2022: Alt Prompt for Day 10. Carried to Safety Fandom: Batman, Batfamily, Batfam Word Count: 1722 TW: Aftermath of Reader Death, Grief, Injuries from Part 1, Death of a Family Member Notes: Sequel to Wrong Place, Wrong Time that shows how the Batfamily deals with the events from Part 1 Wrong Place, Wrong Time, Aftermath

They had to wait almost three hours after you were gone before they were able to remove the remaining debris from your body. Jason had wanted to get help digging you out immediately, but Dick reminded him that you would have wanted the other injured people around you to be helped first. The ones who still might be saved. So, Dick had gently closed your unseeing eyes, and they waited for help to become available.

Once all the survivors of the blast had been helped, a few firefighters came over to help them. And as they moved the largest piece of debris off your leg, it was instantly apparent that you had been right. A piece of metal had embedded itself into your thigh, cutting it nearly in half and creating a large pool of blood under you. If they had removed the wall while you were still alive, you would have been in agony every second until you had bled out. At least Dick and Jason took comfort in the fact you didn’t have to experience that.

After you were at last freed, Dick gently lifted you into his arms, drawing you tightly against his chest. As he headed towards your car parked a few blocks away, he carried you carefully, as if you might shatter at any moment. He frequently paused to readjust your mask every time the hood began to slip off your face. It shouldn’t have mattered anymore, but it did.

Jason silently trailed behind him, his expression as hard and as blank as his helmet. You had been his lifeline when he returned to Gotham as Red Hood. Your faith in him had never waivered no matter what he did or how he lashed out at you. And in time, it was only because of your love and belief in him that he had been willing to give the rest of his family a chance again. But now that you were gone, he felt lost once more.

When they finally reached your car, Dick hesitated. Glancing back at Jason, he whispered, “We need the keys.”

Jason’s jaw tightened as he swallowed heavily. He nodded once before approaching you. With a silent plea of I’m so sorry for this, he began digging through your pockets trying to locate your keys. A few silent tears slid down Dick’s face as he turned his head and he let out a sigh of relief when Jason produced the keys a few seconds later.

Jason opened the passenger door and waited for Dick to climb in with you still in his arms. Once he was settled, Jason hurried to the other side and slid into the driver’s seat. As they drove through the city on the way back to the manor, neither one of them spoke, but they both knew they were thinking about the same thing. Only hours ago, the two of them had been bickering about who got to ride up front while you desperately tried to mediate the situation. But this time there was no need to argue…. They both got to sit up front.

The drive seemed to stretch on forever, but eventually, Jason pulled up outside the manor. As Dick carried you inside, both he and Jason expected Alfred to appear at any moment, yet there was no sign of the butler so they continued down into the Batcave.

As they descended the stairs, Tim glanced up from where he was working on the Batcomputer. Springing to his feet, he hurried over to them. “Hey guys, did you hear about this explosion over at the theat-'' but he staggered to a stop when he saw what was bundled in Dick’s arms.

Tears instantly welling up in his eyes, he took a single step forward, “Dick?”

Dick turned slightly, trying to shield you from Tim’s view. “Timmy, stay back. You don’t need to see this.”

Tim shook his head, still not believing what he was seeing in front of him. “But, wha- Is she-…. No. She… she can’t be…”

“Where’s Bruce?” Dick asked solemnly.

“I-I don’t…. He and Damian were… I don’t…”

Dick nodded. “It’s okay, Tim. I’ll find them. Why don’t you take a seat?”

Tim nodded numbly, his eyes never leaving your still form as he backed up and collapsed into the chair he had been sitting in when they arrived. “But what-” His face paled and he swiveled to face the computer screen that was still showing footage of the explosion. Softly, he whispered, “The movies…. You guys were there?”

“Yeah,” Dick muttered. “She was standing at the front door when it… when it happened.”

He carried you into the medical bay and laid you gently on one of the tables. Only then did he lower the hood with the build-in mask, clearly revealing your face. Behind the blood, dust, and bruise, your expression was so tranquil and serene that if Dick wasn’t conscious of the lack of rise and fall of your chest, he would have thought you were just sleeping.

He squeezed your shoulder tightly as he whispered, “I’m sorry.”

From the doorway behind him, Jason growled, “It was those goddamn sunglasses! If she would’ve just asked instead of going back for them, this never would have happened!” It was the first time he had spoken since Dick had lifted you from the rubble.

Without turning around, Dick whispered, “She couldn’t have known, Jason. None of us could have known.”

“This wasn’t supposed to happen! Not to her! She was the best of us and she deserved so much better. She deserved to live her life, or at least die a hero. Not retrieving a pair of sunglasses that were still on her goddamn head!”

Dick opened his mouth but before he could speak, Tim’s voice squeaked from the other room. “Bruce!”

Dick and Jason both paled and looked at each other, unsure of what to do. But finally, Dick nodded softly. “I’ll do it. It should be me.”

Jason lowered his eyes but followed Dick as he walked back into the main area of the cave. Bruce was in his Batman suit, the cowl resting on the floor next to his foot. He was bent down next to the computer chair trying to find out what was wrong from a crying Tim, but when he saw his two eldest wards enter the room, their faces solemn, he stood.

“What is it? What happened?” he demanded.

Dick, Jason, and Tim all exchanged a look before Dick stepped forward. “Bruce, I’m so sorry. She, um…. We tried but there was nothing we could do.”

The realization of what Dick was saying slowly dawned on Bruce. His usual stoic face crumbled into one of pain and disbelief. Gruffly, he asked, “Where is she?”

Dick motioned to the room he and Jason had just left. Bruce crossed the room in three large strides but paused as he reached the doorway and saw you laying on the table. Slowly, he crept into the room until he was standing next to you. Slowly, he reached out and brushed some of the dirt off your cheek. He thought back to the night he had found you, huddled in an alleyway, dirty and alone. You had been so weak and malnourished but you soon blossomed into a strong, capable, amazing young woman that Bruce had loved. You might not have been his daughter by blood, but you were his daughter in every other way that mattered. And he hoped that you had known that. That you had known what you truly meant to him. Before….

“We went to the movies. We were finally letting ourselves take a day off and just be normal,” Dick whispered from behind him. “She was happy until–”

“Until she was blown up and had half a building dropped on top of her.” Jason snapped. “But that’s just another day in Gotham City, isn’t it? The bad guys are left alive to continue their paths of death and destruction over and over again while the good guys, the innocent guys are left to suffer and die.”

“Jason…” Dick muttered softly. “This isn’t the time fo–”

“Did she suffer?” Bruce interrupted. “Was she in any…”

“No. She said it was mostly just numb,” Dick reassured him.

But Jason scoffed loudly. “Would she have actually told us if she was in pain? She would have wanted us to think she was okay, even if she had been in pure agony.”

Bruce nodded. “She always tries- tried to look out for everyone else, even above herself.”

The three men stood in silence, gazing down at you as they thought about everything you had done for them over the years.

Bruce sighed. “Damian’s already out on patrol. He’ll need to be called back. He deserves to know and he deserves to hear it from us.”

Dick nodded. “I’ll let him know we need him back here.” As he turned to leave, he grabbed Jason’s arm and forced him to come with him so Bruce could have a moment alone.

Bruce looked longingly at you one last time. “I’m so sorry. I wish I would have been there. I wish I could have done something, anything to save you. I would have taken your place in an instant.”

It was only at that moment that he looked down and noticed the hoodie you were wearing. His fingers lightly traced the bat emblem that was plastered across your chest. “You understood what this meant more than any of the boys. What it stood for and why. You just understood each of us better than anyone else. Now who’s going to mediate family dinners?”

Bruce waited a moment, almost as though he were expecting a reply. But when he didn’t get one, he whispered, “Thank you, for everything. You pulled me back from the edge so many times. You held us together when we threatened to shatter apart. You brought Jason back to us when I never thought he would forgive me. And I don’t know what we’ll do without you. But I hope wherever you are, you’re at peace. You deserve nothing less.”

He leaned over and placed a long kiss on your forehead before whispering, “Goodbye, my daughter.”

Then he turned and walked out of the door, closing it behind him.

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dontcallmecarrie · 2 months

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ye olde Stress(TM) Reaction strikes again, aka the start of this was sitting in my drafts for weeks because my brain hates me apparently:

“So...considering how last time went, why are we being dragged into this?” Steve Rogers heard Clint ask, and he tried not to freeze or blush, and, if Natasha was anything to go by, failed miserably at both.

“I mean,” Clint continued and it took far more willpower than it should have to not glare at the teammate who regularly ate whipped cream out of the can because he should not be sounding so amused, “after what happened, why are the Avengers being invited, again?”

Alright, that did it— but before Steve could do more than turn to give his teammate the same glare he normally reserved for when Loki destroyed the top part of his uniform again, Agent Coulson gave a very tired sigh and spoke.

“Partly because multiple ambassadors liked your response time when the pink elephants made an appearance on the premises, partly because von Doom specifically requested you all. By name.”

Across the table, Tony gave an incredulous scoff as he leaned back and crossed his arms. “And what, you’re letting a literal dictator call the shots?”

“Grumpy because he mentioned you too, aren’t you.” Clint smirked before Agent Coulson could say anything else, and Steve really, really tried not to scowl. Honest.

However, he couldn’t help but notice the way Tony’s expression went suspiciously blank, and something in the pit of his stomach clenched as Tony shifted in his seat a little.

“Okay, so maybe we weren’t finished before Loki interrupted. I didn’t hear any of you guys complaining.”

“That was you ‘gathering intel’?” Natasha asked, and Steve pointedly ignored her sidelong glance, “I thought you were looking pretty friendly there. Way more emotion than we’ve ever seen from von Doom before, anyway.”

Steve couldn’t help but snort. Understatement of the century, Steve hadn’t missed the venom in von Doom’s glare. If not for Loki barging in when he did, there would have been an international incident, and Steve wouldn’t have regretted it one bit.

“As... controversial as he is,” Agent Coulson rubbed his temples for a moment, “Latveria’s a very hot commodity right now, and State Department’s pushing for trade agreements. We can’t afford to alienate him.”

Everyone looked at him, and he fought to keep his shoulders from rising up. “If he’s got a problem with one of my team, don’t expect me to play nice.”

“My hero,” Tony rolled his eyes and so missed the way Clint’s shoulders shuddered, “Steve, I had it under control.”

“Nay, lord Stark.” Thor cut in, and Steve did not miss the way Agent Coulson’s eye twitched even as Clint got a very sudden and convenient coughing fit as the resident alien continued, “I am afraid you did not. I may not be familiar with Midgardian politics, but I do not believe duels are as acceptable here as they are back home.”

Everyone paused at that, and the silence was abrupt enough to startle Doctor Banner out of his reverie.

“Wait, what happened?” He asked, looking up from his tablet, and Steve couldn’t help but envy the fact that he was exempt from this. Sure, the risk of having the Hulk at a UN function would have been nothing less than a recipe for disaster, but at least Steve wouldn’t be suffering though this alone— case in point, this entire debrief.

“Oh, just how Tony almost caused an international incident last time.” Natasha said and Bruce made a strange face for a second before he peered over his glasses to look at everyone else around the table.

“Well, is Justin going to be at this next one?”

All eyes were now on Tony, who scowled and looked away even as he replied, “It’s one of the annual year-end fundraisers, of course he’s going to be there.”

Agent Coulson let out a slow breath. “You are certain you cannot convince him otherwise?”

Tony’s shoulders hunched almost imperceptibly. “It’s tradition at this point. Everyone knows I’m going to be there, so he’s going— and I’ll save us both the time, the man’s about as stubborn as I am.”

“You’re sure about that?” Clint asked, gaze suddenly sharp and the look he shared with Agent Coulson and Natasha abruptly reminded Steve of the exact circumstances in which Iron Man was born.

“The number things I’ve seen him accomplish out of sheer spite is...” Tony trailed off, before he shook his head and looked around the table. “It’s something. Pretty sure the only reason Hammer Industries didn’t come out with another element after I did is because it’d be breaking the laws of physics, and even then part of me was half-expecting otherwise.”

#No Hero [Downward Descending]#No Hero [And Not Made Of Stone]#3 am musings #My writing

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luxroyalty · 3 months

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Jason and Bruce, communication Issues:

“You’re not tracking me?” Jason drawled out, gesturing towards his kit and motorbike, specifically, “you sure, old man? Anything else you want to lie to me about?”

“I’m not tracking you,” Bruce growled. He’d deactivated every one of them in a fit of temper and hadn’t replaced them. Jason got what he wanted and now he wasn’t even believing him. Jason was truly his child. “The comm has a tracker but it’s the first thing lost if anyone kidnaps you - you need to give someone else access to your equipment or let someone put a tracker on you if you want to be safe.”

“I’ll check,” Jason warned him.

Bruce just turned away and back towards the blueprints of the safe he was trying to crack.

“Can’t believe you let me go around without trackers. What if assholes die and I don’t have an alibi? Would you send me to Arkham then?”

“I didn’t track you to see if you were killing people, Jason.” Why did his boy always think the worst of him.

Jason’s mouth curled into a smile that looked more of a threat than anything else. “Why else would you stalk the monster you made?”

Something dark twisted inside his chest and crawled upwards. Bruce felt it in his throat. “I want to track you because you run into random warehouses and get yourself killed. I want to know what piece of rubble I’d need to dig your corpse out from under again.”

Jason’s face was completely blank, and Bruce felt his heart clench. Of course he’d ruined everything in a flare of anger. Jason had actually started coming to the manor recently. Fuck. He had to leave.

He shoved himself away from the desk and stalked all the way to the elevator. Jason didn’t say a word or follow him. Fuck. As long as his boy was alive, Bruce would take him never saying a word to him ever again. Anything but another death in the family.

#Bruce: I don’t want to risk my children dying alone (again)#Jason: you don’t trust me #dcu #my ficlets #jason todd #bruce wayne

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Robin Hurt Foot Part 2

The writing gods have blessed me tonight!! Better part 2 with actual editing..

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“Dick Grayson!! Why are you limping like that?!” Aunt Harriet runs over to her nephew reaching out. “A-And a pair of crutches?!”

“It was just an accident Aunt Harriet, I’ll be ok. Just need to stay off it for a few days.”

“What in heaven’s name happened?” She looked like she was going to faint.

“Bruce and I were out hunting-“ Dick started trying to come up with a plausible explanation.

“One of the spare blanks went off and got him in the foot.” Bruce finished walking up to steady his ward as he rocked unsteadily.

“He was shot?”

“With a blank! It’s not that big of a deal and-“ He regretted saying that at her look of anger and worry. “I-I mean-“

“He has strict orders to keep the foot propped up and to stay off it for three days.” Bruce reassured the older lady. “Come now, deep breaths. I can’t have two of you going down on me. I took him to the hospital as soon as it happened.”

“I told you both that I don’t like the idea of you hunting and now this..” She shakes her head taking a deep breath. She held the door open that led to the living room so her nephew could limp in.

“Holy one foot… this is harder than it looks.” Dick grumbled as he was forced to let Bruce help him limp to the couch. He winced as his foot hit his mentor’s leg with one lop sided hop.

“Easy, chum. I’ve got you. We’re almost there.” Bruce looked over his ward’s head to see Alfred. Their eyes met, Dick needed another one of the BatCillen Lozenges.

Carefully he helped the teen sit down then lay back. Dick’s aunt hovered nervously handing pillows over so they could make something for him to prop it up with.

“Aunt Harriet, why don’t you go make Dick some Milk and Cookies. I’m sure it would help him feel better.”

“Cookies!? At a time like this?” She asked almost insulted.

Dick winced as he leaned back getting comfortable as he could, “…maybe some tea and cookies?”

“Oh alright…” She hurried off leaving them behind.

“Here, suck on this.” He pushed the lozenge into the teen’s mouth. “It’s another one of the medicated bat lozenges. It was time for another one.”

“I kind of figured when it hurt earlier…they taste awful.”

“Better than being stuck in the hospital, chum.”

“As always you’re right… but what about Shame?”

Bruce stood to his full height checking on the offended injured foot. He gently felt around it, “I’m keeping an eye on him… I doubt he will make himself known. After all, he injured Robin. Of all the people out there, he would not want Batman to see him… possible revenge and all that.”

“But Bruce, you don’t believe in revenge.”

He gave a half smile half smirk looking down at his ward, “That depends on what sort of revenge one is speaking about.”

Dick couldn’t tell if his mentor was joking or not. He wasn’t able to focus on it too much when a hand squeezed his foot a little too hard, he cried out in pain.

He should know better than to bring it up. Bruce was always a bit over protective when he got hurt on patrol, this time was no different.

“You always said revenge doesn’t do anything… once you get revenge on one person, it just continues to grow and you can’t stop it…”

“Shame doesn’t know this and it will keep him in hiding. I just need you to sit, relax and heal so you can join me in taking him down.” The other reassured. He pulled the ahgan off the back of the couch and tucked the teen in with it before sitting down on the ground pulling out one of the books Dick had been reading. He starts to read it out loud hoping it would help keep his Ward’s spirits high.

#1966 batman #my writing #robin whump

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ladyshandioftheendless · 4 months

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So I've been wanting to explore a bit more of Paul and Ace's relationship before Paul ended up with Bruce in my Model AU story, so I'm using my mutuals' posts as an excuse. XD

This is just a small thing, but it's only the beginning! Please enjoy!

Like Old Times

It was all a complete blur.

Being back in Ace's arms was something Paul never expected to happen. What about Bruce? What would happen if he found out?

Ace’s kiss completely blanked his mind. He hated it. But a part of him secretly loved it. The experience was almost exactly the same as it was back then. Ace tasted the same, and he was still absolutely wicked with his tongue. Paul eventually had to grab Ace’s shoulders and push, forcing them apart.

“S-stop, Ace..I can’t..”

“There you go, teasin’ me again.”

“I’m not teasing! I really can’t! I have a boyfriend, you know!”

“So what?”

“‘So what?’ Are you crazy?! I can’t just–!!”

“Oh, c’mon. You can’t tell me you didn’t feel it.”

“Feel what?!”

“As soon as you walked into my office, everything came rushing back to me. Us getting together. Sneaking off to make out. The first time you spent the night at my place~”

Paul’s cheeks instantly flushed red. He still remembered that night very vividly. “It can’t..be that way between us anymore..” Those words clearly had no effect because Ace just smirked in reply. That sweet, crooked smile Paul always adored. “You can’t make me believe you don’t feel anythin’ for me, especially not after the way we left things. You know the way you sway your hips when you walk still hypnotizes me~ You still smell good..you feel good. I bet you still look perfect naked~”

“Stop!!”

“Heeey, I’m not sayin’ you gotta leave your boyfriend for me or somethin’. I’m just sayin’ I wouldn’t be opposed to a ‘friends with benefits’ kind of thing~”

Paul raised an eyebrow. “I can only imagine what kind of ‘benefits’ you’re referring to.”

“I think you know~”

Ace’s suggestive wink sent a shiver up Paul’s spine. “I..I don’t know if Bruce will agree to this..”

“You’re actually gonna tell him?”

“Of course I am! That’s a stupid question!”

Ace just shrugged. He truly didn’t give a single fuck. Just like old times. Paul just shook his head. “Good to know you haven’t changed.”

“Like you don’t love it~”

~END~

#Supermodel StarChild~#some PaulAce goodness~#so enjoy that shit >3 #probably more parts incoming!

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Peter and Bruce

Chapter 4: Bruce Wayne, Crime Lord of Gotham; Part 2

‘Seesh, Duke, what do you do? Roll in the mud?’ Peter began separating what he thought was supposed to be whites from colors.

Peter hummed a few oldies as he sorted. The late spring breeze wafted the smell of freshly mowed grass. Peter just stayed in the moment, allowing his mind to partially blank.

‘What the -?’ Peter was yanked back to full attention when he picked up a pair of heavy yellow gloves.

‘He uses his teenage kids!’ Peter vibrated in slight agitation. ‘What am I saying? Of course, he does. Duke’s a metahuman.’

Peter blew out an exasperated breath.

The clearly armored gloves had a light coating of dried mud. Peter checked them for any sign of tech.

‘Nothing electronic.’ Peter turned the yellow and black gloves inside out for a few seconds. ‘Hm, Knuckle guards and an insulator for electricity? What he’s like Dillon?’

“Hey, Peter, do you have my laun-” Duke walked in.

‘Think of the devil.’ Peter turned, gloves in hand.

Duke’s micro-expression made Peter laugh privately in his mind. Duke settled on an over-the-top cheer.

“Oh, hey!” Duke reached for the gloves. “You found my cosplay gloves.”

Peter couldn’t help the skeptical look that crossed his face. ‘Are you actually going with that, kid?’

“Yeah, man. I know, but the girl I’m dating in school is into it… So.”

‘Right. Four out of ten. Seesh, he isn’t much better than I was at that age.’ Peter allowed Duke to take them. ‘Granted his is a bit more believable. So 6 out of ten.’

[Meet girl?] Peter couldn’t help himself. [Serious?]

“Ah….” Duke panicked. “Maybe? Don’t… no?”

Duke’s foot caught on Damian’s basket. Duke ended up on the ground.

Duke went invisible.

Peter jerked in surprise. He could make vague outline of Duke and could hear the boy scramble.

“Ah, shit.”

After a moment, Peter began to give a wheezy laugh.

‘Oh, gods.’ Peter wiped tears from his eyes with his shirt sleeve. ‘Sorry, kid.’

Peter recollected Damian’s clothes. ‘So he’s more like Sue or Miles.’

Peter stared down at Damian’s ki for a long moment. ‘Is there some personality trait reason why invisibility-type metas develop?’

He resumed. ‘Too bad I can’t run that by Hank or Banner.’

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‘Sounds like Jason.’ Peter perked up as he passed the main Game room. ‘Just the man I’m looking for.’

“- suspect something.” Jason was responding to someone. “Thompson said – hey, Peter!”

‘Did I miss another information opp-’ Peter’s mind just stopped as he saw the back of Jason’s conversation partner. Rather the wheelchair.

“Please don’t.” Peter took a step back from her.

Her dark eyes flickered up at him. Gwen Stacy rolled to face him, her expression angry Peter flailed mentally for words to say. Guilt and the anxiety of the meeting was making it difficult.

“I don’t need your apologize.” She hissed.”You and I were a mistake.”

Peter step back again, shoulders slumping in. Gwen winced, looking away as she spoke.

“I am grateful you saved mine and my father’s life. Because of that, I won’t out you.” Gwen looked at him. “Being in the hospital gave me time to think, Parker. You, you were fun and kind but -”

Peter shivered. “You’re dangerous to be with. I guess Flash was more correct than he knew, huh.”

“Hey, Peter, you alright?” Peter barely kept from shielding away.

‘It’s Jason.’ Peter ground himself. ‘And company. It is not Stacy. And why am I remembering it now?’

Jason’s hand hovered near his shoulder for a moment. Peter plastered a polite smile on his face. The redhead in the wheelchair offered her hand which Peter took. Her grip was quite strong.

“Barbara Gordon.” She smiled brightly. “You must be Peter, Alfred’s assistant. I’ve heard wonderful things about you.”

‘Where have I heard Gordon before?’

Peter glanced at Jason, whom threw his hands up. “Look, man. Nothing bad outta my mouth.”

Barbara laughed. “It’s true. Only Tim actually complains about you and it’s more in the vein of how anyone can not live without social media than anything else.”

Peter shrugged. ‘Old habit. Not being traceable was more important…’

[Bad Clock?] He signed.

Barbara and Jason exchanged looks. “No, man. Did you need something?”

Peter fished out his money and the list.

“A laptop?” Barbara peered at the list which Jason tilted to allow her to see. “Why’d didn’t you ask Tim?”

One of Peter’s eyes twitched. He gestured with crossed arms and than pantomimed using a game-pad.

This received laughter from the pair. “That sounded like you tried talking with him already.

“Yet you want a pretty specific digital camera?” Jason’s brow furrowed.

Peter pantomimed using a camera and gave a sweep of the vista outside. “Got it? Kinda. I’ll see what I can do…Might be a few days, tho.”

[Thank you.] Peter gestured.

After saying good bye, he heard Jason comment.

“What? I am not calling him “P”… it just sounds wrong.”

Peter snickered to himself. ‘Right. Operation Get Tools stage one successful. Now, let’s see if I can investigate the attic before Alfred needs me for another task.’

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Wayne sipped on whiskey as he was lit by the firelight when Peter came in with the dinner tray. Peter pointedly ignored the man’s stare as he set up. Wayne hadn’t been home until nearly midnight today.

“Where’s Alfred?”

[Bed.] Peter felt proud at the smoothness of the gesture. Practice with Cass was paying off.

Only the steel blues glinted as Peter waited for a dismissal.

“You’re quite the mystery.” Wayne finally spoke, his tone a lazy predator. “Gamma level at the very least. Super-strength.”

‘Creepy much, Wayne.’ Peter pursed his lips.

“Durability. Advanced regeneration. Impossibly quick reflexes.” Wayne stood up and began stalking. “Immune to physic intrusion. No known history of activity.’

‘Whoa.’ Peter’s back slapped against the wall. ‘Wait, what?’

Wayne looked like death warmed over, disheveled and tired beyond belief. His eyes, though, shined with unnatural light.

He leaned closer, whispering. “Who are you, Peter Benjamin Parker?”

The smell of whiskey made Peter think of the things he had been avoiding for years. And with Wayne, reaching down to touch him!

‘Ah, nope, not doing this.’

Peter mentally boxed those things away in an attempt to stem the rising panic. He needed to keep his head!

Peter gently shoved Wayne away. Tried to, however it resulted in Wayne stumbling and landing in his chair. Wayne looked like a lost puppy. Alfred stepped out of the darkness like an avenging angel in a nightcap.

“I think, Master Bruce, it is clearly time for bed.” Peter would have kissed Alfred for the save. “Peter, I apologize for having you put the food away again but I think Master Bruce needs his rest more.”

Alfred skillfully man-handled a confused Bruce out of the room. Peter was left thankfully alone.

Alfred found him, pouring the whiskey down the kitchen sink. Peter stared blankly, unthinking, leaning against the sink. Alfred placed a gentle hand on his shoulder.

“Are you alright, my boy?”

Peter jolted, giving a strained smile.

‘Yep. Fine. No problem here.’

Alfred nodded his acceptance. They both stood, watching the bottle finish with a plop of sound.

“I think it might be high time to clear out the bar.” Alfred said mildly. “Master Bruce knows better.”

Peter managed a half-hearted snigger. The silence was more companionable.

“Peter, if you ever need to talk, I’m here.” Alfred tilted his head slightly. “Or we can find you someone who you could talk to.”

Peter closed his eyes. ‘Thank you, Alfred.’

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Doctor Thompson examined Peter’s back. Peter could hear Tim typing down the hall through the open door. Alfred had said something and all of the Manor kids constantly ran interference between him and Wayne. Peter couldn’t help but feel deeply touched.

“I’m about to touch your back.” Thompson warned.

Peter twitched and twisted despite the warning. Thompson hummed in concern.

“Unfortunately we’re going to have to find a different solution. The Sensorblok isn’t intended for prolong use.” Thompson sighed.

[Bandage Shirt fine.] Peter gestured.

‘Granted I’m not looking forward to retraining my senses back to full blast.’ Peter lamented. ‘Well, it was nice while it lasted.’

“It will have to do.” Thompson agreed. “Have you thought about it?”

[Not yet. Now fine. Need time.]

“Understood.” Thompson closed her medical bag. “Let Alfred know if you change your mind. See you in two weeks.”

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“Here.” Jason handed him a phone.

Peter blanked out for a second.

“Timbo said that you didn’t have a phone.” Jason put his hands in his pocket as he slough down. “Didn’t get ya anything top of the line, just in case you gave to get rid of it.”

Peter ignored the knowing look. Peter scrolled through the contacts. He looked up sharply at a specific one. Jason, taken the seat next to him, chuckled.

“Well, he being one.” A dark undercurrent entwined in the amusement. “Alfred didn’t say much but well, it wasn’t hard to figure out what happened. Side’ he hasn’t made any sort of apologies.”

‘So he can apologize.’ Peter gave a skeptical look. ‘Outside of when he’s in public? I’ll believe when I see it.’

Peter hummed in appreciation of the camera. ‘It is so nice to have a Nikon back in my hands.’

Jason snorted. “I didn’t know you could purr.”

“Huh.” Peter blinked at Jason.

“Don’t worry about it.” Jason flipped over the laptop, a brand named WE. “Sorry, it took an extra day. Timbo set you up with internet.”

Peter narrowed his eyes. “Hey, I only let him set up the internet connection. He had to register it with the home network. I made sure he didn’t add anything extra.”

Jason laughed. “Timbo complained that he never meet someone so anti-games.”

‘I am not anti-games.’ Peter countered with a scowl. ‘I just never had much time between caring for Aunt May, college, working, and patrolling. Not that anyone knows that.’

“Hey, not a problem, I’m more of a book person myself.”

Peter shoved Jason gently at his smug look.

‘Don’t I know. Half the time in the kitchen with a book and whatever cookies you’ve stolen out of Alfred's jar.’

Jason wrapped an arm around Peter’s shoulder, ignoring the shudder.

“That said, your next day off is what Friday? Join us for game night.”

Game night never happened.

#Peter and Bruce #Batman/Spiderman crossover #Spiderman #Batman #peter parker #bruce wayne #batfam #alfred pennyworth

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How boring or cheating from the mystery is it if S3 or my reclamation AU’s sequel has an entire thingy going on where Joker is gaining back “repressed memories” (since he can’t actually remember, only the emotions are real while his imagination fills in the blanks. So his “flashbacks” kinda contain puzzle pieces of his past. Kinda like a mystery ohhhh how fun!). (I searched it up and apparently Frued was the guy who questioned the concept of hidden memories. Said most psychologists say you can’t subconsciously repress memories (…i mean DID exists so idk about that um anyway) but it’s totally a thing to consciously repress memories! So I’m just sticking with that).

So since Joker is at the stage of his life where he’s safe enough to start processing his trauma, he keeps getting emotional flashbacks accompanied with nonsensical visions made to fit his emotions! Bruce thinks it would be helpful to actually figure out Joker’s past, but that’s when!!!!!! They have their main(?) conflict!!! Joker, despite his therapy, does not want to remember his past! He see’s it as a violation of the little trust he has. Bruce, of course, is a fucking detective, so OBVIOUSLY he starts checking shit out. Jack is NOT HAPPY. He’s pissed, honestly? But they’ll have to get over it soon, because I haven’t decided if I’d actually reveal legit evidence to the characters about Joker’s past 🤔 I’m more the type to believe Joker metaphorically and literally burned away anything from before. But my philosophy forces me to believe there will always be evidence of your existence. Anyways, now i’ma really think about the mystery clues i could make heheheheh

#my reclamation AU

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imaginingmarvelandeverything · 2 years

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The Invitation

Pairing: Bruce Wayne x F!Reader

Warnings: Spoilers, crime mentions, injury mentions

Word Count: 993

A/N: Here’s part 22 of Convenience! Thank you to everyone who commented on and reblogged the other parts, it really means a lot. This is a side blog so I can’t reply to comments but know that I read them all! Anyway, I hope you like it!

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Y/N shut the last of the renewal files and threw it back on the pile before pinching the bridge of her nose. None of them had given her any clues as to why the Riddler was so obsessed with the renewal fund. She crinkled her nose at the smell of motor oil on her hands and glanced at the clock in the corner of the computer screen. It was only half past five and Bruce had left at dusk. Reading through the files had taken less time than she expected. She pushed the chair back from the desk and glanced around the station. The only thing she could work on was the bike and she was no closer to figuring out the problem that had stopped her continuing the night of the bomb. She heaved a sigh before standing on her stiff legs and reaching out to switch off Bruce’s music that she had been playing to occupy the part of her mind that was not taken up by reading. The sudden lack of Kurt Cobain’s voice made the station seem emptier than normal so she hurried over to the elevator.

She sighed again as she caught sight of the spray paint still all over the floor. She headed upstairs while making a mental note to find out how to remove it before Alfred came home from the hospital. If he saw the mess Bruce had made, she doubted he would ever leave them on their own again, willingly or otherwise. She started the shower as she stripped off and threw her clothes in the laundry. It felt good to scrub off all the grease and she found herself not wanting to get out of the shower. But she knew she had to, so she shut off the water and wrapped herself in her towel.

She was pulling some clean clothes out of her dresser when the landline rang, the shrill sound echoing through the apartment. It took her a moment to wonder why no one was answering it before she remembered that she was home alone. She raced downstairs and managed to grab it before it went to voicemail.

“Hello?” She asked breathlessly, her free hand readjusting her towel to make sure it stayed in place.

“Mrs. Wayne, it’s Bella Reál. I’m calling to make sure you got my invitation to the election announcement tonight.” Bella tried to be casual about it, but Y/N could hear the edge in her voice.

“Um, no, our mail sort of got destroyed when the bomb went off and the police have been collecting the rest of it for the past two days.” Y/N reminded her.

“Oh yes, of course. Well, I’m sending you a car, it should be there at seven. It would mean a lot to me if you and your husband would attend.” The way she said it made Y/N feel like she had no choice.

“I’m afraid Bruce is busy for the night.” She chewed her lip; what was the worst that could happen. “But I’ll be there. Just tell the driver to call when he arrives.”

“That’s great. I can’t wait to see you.”

“Yeah, see you then.” Y/N put the phone back down. She sighed, well at least she had already showered.

She stopped in the living room before going back upstairs, turned on the news and froze. They had got him. The Riddler had been arrested after killing Falcone. She sat down on the arm of the sofa and listened to what the newscasters were saying. Falcone was the rat. The Batman had gone in to get him out of the Iceberg lounge and Gordon had arrested him. He was shot on the steps outside of the club by the Riddler from his own apartment. They believed his name was Edward Nashton and the police were currently going through his apartment.

She switched off the TV and looked at the blank screen; it was finally over. She felt a weight lift off her shoulders as she walked upstairs to get ready. She looked through her wardrobe for something appropriate to wear. Eventually, she settled on dress trousers, a blouse and a pair of flats. She applied make-up for the second time that week before trying to make her hair comply. When she was satisfised, she looked at the clock to check the time. She still had twenty minutes before the car would arrive.

She picked up her mobile and dialled Bruce’s number. It went to voicemail, just as she was expecting it to. “Hey, it’s me. I went through the renewal files but couldn’t find anything. But I guess that doesn’t matter now that they got the guy. Bella Reál called. She invited us to the election thing at Gotham Square Garden tonight. I told her you were unavailable but I said I’d go. So, you know, just in case you get back early and wonder where I am. Hopefully everything went okay for you tonight. Okay, I’ll see you later.” She hung up and put her phone in her purse. She pulled on a cardigan before grabbing her dress coat. She double checked she had everything before walking downstairs to wait for the driver to call.

She was not waiting long before the phone rang. “Hello?”

“Hello Mrs. Wayne, it’s James, the driver Ms. Reál sent. Just letting you know that I’m outside.”

“I’m on my way down.” She put the phone down. She gave herself one more look over in the hallway mirror before getting in the elevator.

Part 23

Taglist: In the reblogs

#bruce wayne imagine #bruce wayne x reader #bruce wayne #batman imagine #batman x reader #battison #the batman #batman #alfred pennyworth #robert pattinson

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Yandere Riddler (6/7)

Word count ; 4.6k

*Edited.

I steeled myself reluctantly. My hands had a tremor as I lifted up the fork and scooped some spaghetti. As though he hadn't just threatened me, Edward returned to being a beaming boy, taking the other fork. He made sure to swipe a strand from mine. My heart was beating in my chest and my body was sweating profusely, even in the cold weather.

Slowly but surely, we both took the spaghetti in. There were two distinct noodles hanging out and, without leaving any time to eat, Edward sucked it in thus causing the distance between us to shrink.

I shut my eyes and let it happen. His chapped lips hungrily pressed against my own. I was caught off guard, so his tongue slipped in, sloshing noodles and saliva together. I let out a gasp which he must’ve mistaken as a moan. His hands pressed me against the wall and he began groping me.

I’d never felt so violated. He squeezed my breasts desperately, as though he'd never done so before, and he was getting everything he could out of it. At some point, the spaghetti had been eaten. Saliva escaped our mouths and dribbled down my chin.

Edward pulled away, but not for long. He took a swig of water and attacked my neck, leaving butterfly kisses along my collarbone. I let out a yelp of pain when I felt him bite me. I tried to push him away, but he grabbed my waist and pulled me with him. His head was buried in my neck, and I could do nothing but let him mark me.

I felt a tingle roll down my stomach when began licking the other side, suddenly growing gentle. The sensation was wet, but it felt good, so I was trying my best to mask my pleasure. Please, please, please end my suffering —

He pulled away, pressing one last chaste kiss to my lips. He looked pleased. He definitely felt pleased. I made sure of that when I glanced his lap. His glasses had fogged over and his ears were as red as his cheeks. His inexperience was obvious.

He grinned bashfully, letting me go and sitting back. “That makes it all worth it," he panted.

I stared at the plate in shame.

"I can't believe I used to hate you. I guess ‘cause I was jealous of that bastard. Born rich, never alone as a child. And then he doesn’t have to do anything and he gets the most beautiful woman in all of Gotham as his wife! You're an angel, pumpkin, really. It took me a while, but the more I watched you, the more I realized; it was my duty to save you from this rat’s nest of a city because you’re my soulmate.

“Batman and I, we could’ve had something. We could’ve been great partners. He has the strength and the resources. But he's just as filthy as the rest of these sewer trolls.” He clasped my hands. “When I break out of Arkham, let’s get married. We’ll leave this rotten place once and for all. In fact,” he began fiddled around in his pocket,” I came prepared.”

Tears gathered in my eyes once more as he pulled out a plush box from his pocket. “I’m not rich like Bruce is and I’m sorry. But I saved up for almost a year to buy this.”

He opened it. Inside was am ornate gold ring. It was nothing compared to Bruce’s, though, and I had to bite back a snarky insult. “What do you say, darling?”

“No, you crazy bitch.”

Little by little, his expression turned blank. He breathed harder, louder. His finger nails dug into the red fur on the box, pulling it out. All of a sudden, the box flew out of his grasp, clattering against the bare wooden floor. His eyes widened and he scrambled onto his hands and knees, picking up the box and the ring. His panting grew even louder and he had to readjust his glasses from falling off the bridge of his nose.

He turned back to me, readjusting his posture so that he was on one knee, hand stretched out. I thought he would try and ask again, but he grabbed my left hand and wrenched my ring from my hand, heaving it across the room. I let out a scream and reached after it, but I was grounded by Edward forcing the other ring onto my finger. I tried to push around him so that I could go after the ring, but he wrapped his arms around me and forced me back into my seat.

I sobbed and struggled, trying to push him away. I couldn’t think straight. All I knew is that I wanted out and away. The Riddler was going to be the death of me. I knew it. The man was insane. I wanted Brucey, not this maniac.

His hands cupped my cheeks as he wiped over and over again, hushing my cries. He seemed anxious.

“Give me my ring back, you bastard!” I screeched, swatting him with my hands.

His hand wrapped over my lips and he threw my head back into the wall. I was seeing stars and my emotional whirlwind came to a halt. I couldn’t focus on anything.

“That’s much better. Now, if you don’t mind, I plan to go to my favorite diner and get some pie to calm my nerves. I love you, darling, but your tantrums are tiring me out,” he sighed.

He wrapped around my waist and suddenly hoisted. Me into the air. I kicked my legs and waved my arms in protest, but he carried me down the narrow hallway and, before I knew it, I was forced to sit in the desk chair again. I couldn't even stand up, as Edward immediately got to work, tying my feet to the chair legs. The process repeated with my arms.

No amount of crying and begging ceased his movements. Swiftly, I was tied back up, all except for my mouth. I was tired out from all the trying-to-escape, so I bowed my head.

“Now, make sure to visit me in Arkham. I have special instructions to give you so that you stay safe during election day. I love you, pumpkin.”

He pressed a kiss to the top of my head. I couldn’t watch as he left.

It was safe to say, I resumed my screaming with him gone.

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My neck was stiff. My limbs were numb. My whole body was on shutdown mode, even if the only thing I wanted to do was scream and cry in hopes that Edward had compassionate neighbors.

I was pretty sure he didn’t.

I had completely lost track of time. All I knew is that the sunrise was beginning to peak through the barred and curtained windows. The rats and the bats that I failed to notice the first time around were beginning to stir. The cages were rattling and small squeals echoed in the room, giving me a headache. I wanted so badly to go to sleep and wake up in the manor with Bruce.

Had Edward turned himself in? Had he really been caught? But if so, why the hell wasn’t the police here yet? And Batman was a genius. I, his wife, had been kidnapped. I was supposed to be his priority now that Edward was caught.

My head finally collapsed forward. I was so… tired. Everything hurt.

Sleep was finally overtaking me. Sweet, sweet temporary release.

Bam! Bam! Bam!

I let out a startled gasp, realizing someone was beating down the apartment door. With a satisfying crash, it came down, and many people came in.

“Help! In here!” I screamed hoarsely, my voice croaking from overuse.

Tears shimmered in my eyes. Was I finally saved?

My fingers curled, and I became hyper aware of the imposter ring on my finger. I was itching to remove it and retrieve the original, no matter what. Police burst through the door. Officers immediately indicated to me and hoarded into the room.

Two officers released me from my bonds. I recognized James Gordon in the crowd as officers began to analyze the room. I was lifted to my feet. I kept analyzing the crowd in hopes of spotting my lover, but he was nowhere in sight.

A blanket encompassed my figure. I leaned against the wall, trembling hands covering my ears.

“Mrs. Wayne. Are you alright? Are you hurt?”

James was standing in front of me, expression scrunched up and concerned. I sent a blank smile. “As good as I could be, I guess. I just… want my husband. Can you call him? Please, I need Bruce,” I pleaded shakily.

He placed his hand on my shoulder, squeezing sympathetically. “I don’t have his number. I assume he’s still at the bomb sight. But don't worry, he’s safe. The only casualty was a butler. Batman will be here soon, too. In the meantime, can we interview you?”

I bit my lip. “I - I want to wait for Batman, if that’s alright. I want to go sit down.”

“Of course, Mrs. Wayne.”

He ushered me out of the suffocating room. I used what energy I had to shuffle into the kitchen and dining room. Officers were dusting the counters and marking up the areas. They were especially interested in the cold and abandoned plate of spaghetti. They made way for me as I walked.

I scanned the floor. I tore off the gold ring from my finger and handed it to an officer, briefly explaining that the Riddler forced it on me. I continued scanning the ground, but I noticed in the corner of my eye, someone had picking it up.

I gasped, rushing over to the man and grabbing his arm. “That’s my wedding ring! Please, give it to me!”

The officer pushed me away. “I’m sorry, Mrs. Wayne, but this is a crime scene —“

I shook his arm, trying to wrench the ring out of his hands, even though he was holding it above my head. I hit his chest, catching the officer off guard. "Fucking give it to me, asshole! You don't need it for shit!”

Two arms suddenly snaked around my waist and pulled me away. Letting out a screech of fury, I dug my heel into the supposed officer’s foot, pushing away. However, my eyes widened in realization when a familiar groan came from the assailant.

“Br - Batman!" I exclaimed, turning around. The officer was relieved, but I still sent him a glare. “This asshole - he won’t give me my wedding ring. I -I need it!”

“Mrs. Wayne, you’ll get it back when you can —"

“Give it to her.”

The officer was caught off guard. By this point, the other officers were surrounding us, not sure how to deal with the scene. But I was determined to get my ring back after a traumatic night. “Mr. Batman, it was on the ground, it's part of the scene —"

“The Riddler's already in Arkham. By withholding the ring, you're only causing more harm than good. Give it to her.”

I leaned my head against Bruce’s chest, clutching to his suit desperately. Once I had my ring, all my pain would be at ease, especially with his hand resting sympathetically on the small of my back.

“Well - I - yeah, alright. I guess so,” the officer conceded, handing over the ring. I snatched it u and slid it onto my finger, tears of joy springing to my eyes once more. “I apologize for the disturbance, Mrs. Wayne. I was just doing my job.”

“Batman,” Gordon’s voice rang, pushing himself through the crowd. "Perfect timing. We were just about to debrief poor Mrs. Wayne. She requested your presence.”

Bruce squeezed my waist reassuringly. I couldn’t meet the officer’s gaze, playing with the wedding band on my finger. Bruce didn’t reply and I was led over to a familiar wooden seat. I sat down, shivers rolling down my spine. A firm frown stretched across my face as I clasped my hands together in my lap.

Bruce. Hovered behind me, hands planted on my shoulders. James pulled another seat in front of me. I felt scrutinized, paranoid. I hadn’t done everything wrong, yet I felt so violated.

“So, start from the beginning.”

~~~

I grasped the old unconscious man’s hand, a glaze overcoming my vision. Bruce pulled two plastic chairs from the wall so that we could sit closer to poor Alfred. I hadn’t slept in over twenty-four hours, but I couldn’t now, especially with my non-blood-related father in the hospital. The sun glared through the clouds, but the tasteless hospital curtains blocked it.

Bruce and I sat down. He wrapped an around my shoulder, pulling me into his chest. I burrowed my face eagerly, tired, weary, and all sorts of traumatized.

“I’m… I’m sorry I couldn’t do anything to stop him sooner. I didn’t want any of that to happen, Brucey,” I croaked.

He sighed. “I said it once and I’ll say it as many times as necessary, Y/n. You have nothing to apologize for,” he crooned, fingers ghosting against my upper arm comfortingly.

“I… I know, it’s just that —“

“Just nothing. You’re the victim in the situation. And believe me, that sick bastard will get his fair share of justice now that he’s in Arkham.”

“But he’s planning something. When I woke up, he was recording a video. He has some vigilante army at his expense,” I insisted. "I don't know what he’s planning and I'm sorry I didn’t ask more but —“

He tilted my head up and and pressed his finger against my mouth. His expression was softer than usual, and it made flutters erupt in my chest, silencing my rampant thoughts.

“You’ve done enough. You always have.”

Those words… are what I’ve always wanted to hear from him. I couldn’t withhold the fresh coat of tears that slid down my cheeks. I grasped the hem of his tee-shirt, rubbing his torso. We waited for a while, but we both became alert when Alfred’s hand twitched and his eyes began to squint. His neck cast prevented him from any drastic movements, but we knew he was awake.

I broke away from Bruce, reaching to clasp the old man's hand. He squeezed lightly, letting out a quiet groan.

“Alfred, I’m so grateful you're alive,” I blubbered.

The man let out a throaty chuckle. “I'm still kicking. I’m more worried about you two.”

“Of course you are.”

Bruce was still silent. I could tell he wanted to say something, but he just couldn't find the words. He leaned over his knees, gaze cast to the floor. Alfred finally looked to Bruce, as though anticipating what he was going to say.

“You lied to me. My whole life. I spoke to Carmine Falcone. He told me what he did for my father. About Salvatore Maroni.”

I began rubbing the man’s back; although I was left in the dark, I could tell from his demeanor something else had been brought to light while I was kidnapped.

“He told you that Salvatore Maroni —“

“Had my father killed.” His nostrils flared. My heart shattered in two. “Why didn’t you tell me all this? All these years I’ve spent fighting for him… believing that he was a good man.”

“He was a good man,” Alfred grit through his teeth. “You listen to me. Your father was a good man. He made a mistake.”

“A mistake. He had a man killed. Why? To protect his… family image? His political aspirations?”

“It wasn’t to protect the family image, and he didn’t have anyone killed. He was protecting your mother. He didn’t care about his image or his campaign, any of that. He cared about her. And you. And in a moment of weakness he turned to Falcone, but he never thought that Falcone would kill that man. Your father should’ve known that Falcone would do anything to finally have something on him that he could use. That’s who Falcone is. And that was your father’s mistake. But when Falcone told him what he’d done, your father was distraught. He told Falcone he was going to the police and that he would confess everything. And that night, your father and your mother were killed.”

With heavy heart, Bruce shook his head. I leaned against his shoulder, feeling tears spring to my eyes.

“It was Falcone?” he croaked.

Alfred clicked his tongue, wrought with emotions. “I wish… I knew for sure.” His cheeks grew wet. “Or maybe it was… some random thug on the street who needed money, got scared, and pulled the trigger too fast. If you don't think I’ve spent every minute of every day searching for an answer… It was my job to protect them. Do you understand? I know you always blamed yourself. You were only a boy, Bruce. I could see the fear in your eyes, but I didn’t know how to help. I could teach you how to fight, but… I wasn’t equipped to take care of you.

“You need a father. And all you had was me.

“I’m sorry.”

Bruce gripped my leg tightly with trembling hands. “Don’t… be sorry, Alfred.” He fell silent for a moment. “God. I never thought I’d feel fear like that again. I thought I’d mastered it all. I mean… I’m not afraid to die. I realize now that there's something I haven’t gotten past. This fear… of ever going through any of that again. Of losing the woman I love most, of losing my remaining family…”

Alfred strained a reassuring smile. He reached out his hand. Bruce sat up and reached for it, gripping it tightly. I followed his gaze as it lifted toward the night sky.

The Bat signal.

~~~

I was awoken from my restless slumber by the incessant ringing from my phone. The hotel bed was plush under my body and I rolled onto my side, bringing my phone to my face. Bruce was calling.

I answered, groggily pulling it to my ear. “Bruce baby, what’s wrong? Is everything okay?”

“Are you safe a the hotel?” I could hear the sound of roaring, passing vehicles from the other end. He must’ve been in his car.

“Yes,” I answered.

“I hate to ask this of you. But the Riddler is requesting your presence. He refuses to talk to anyone else.”

My heart ached just fro the mention of his name. “…Will you be there with me?”

“Yes. But as Batman. I’m on my way over to the Ritz Carlton now. Please wait for me in the lobby.”

“Alright. If you’re there, I guess I can handle it.,” I conceded.

~~~

I gripped onto Batman’s upper arm tightly as we walked down the corridor. We stopped in front of a window covered by a metal sheet. I was hypnotized as the sheet began to lift, scraping against the window. Bruce reciprocated, winding his arm around my shoulder and pulling me close. My gaze was glued to the Riddler’s orange-and-white striped bodice.

He was completely revealed and the whirring stopped. Edward was grinning like a madman, head tilted and hands clasped together. The majority of his body was restrained by chains and cuffs, but he scooted closer to the window.

“I told you we’d meet again,” he huskily spoke, raising his cuffed hands. I felt violated with how trained to me his gaze was.

“What do you want from us?” I shakily replied, a firm frown stretching across my face.

“‘Want’? Oh, honey, you already know the answer for that.” I grabbed onto Bruce’s waist. I couldn’t help the tremors consuming my body. “I’ve been waiting for this day my whole life. For this moment. I’ve been invisible and alone my whole life.” He began shaking his head erratically. “I guess I won’t be anymore, will I? I have you with me now. They’ll remember both of us.”

“No you don’t, you fucking bitch —“

Batman squeezed my shoulder and turned my head away from the serial killer. Hot tears rolled down my cheeks.

“Bruce. Wayne. Bru-u-uce. Wayne.” He let out a gasping breath. I finally glanced the Riddler’s way. He snickered, bowing his head. “You know, I was there that day. The day the great Thomas Wayne announced he was running for mayor and made all those promises. Well, a week later, he was dead, and they forgot about all us. All they could talk about was poor Bruce Wayne.

“Bruce Wayne, the orphan.

“Orphan.”

The venom laced with his words. I twisted my body toward him completely, analyzing him with narrowed eyes. There was a screen in the way; he could not hurt us now. He shook his head.

“Living in some tower over the park isn’t being an orphan. Looking down on everyone, with all that money. Don’t you tell me. Do you know what being an orphan is?

“It’s thirty kids to a room. Twelve years old and already a dropped, numbing the pain. You wake up screaming with rats chewing you rfingers. And every winter one of the babies die because it’s so cold. But oh, no… Let’s talk about the billionaire with the lying, dead daddy, because at least the money makes it go down easy. Doesn’t it?

“Bruce. Wayne.

“He’s the only one we didn’t get. Instead, he gets an entire mansion. A company. A perfect, loving wife that he doesn’t deserve. But we got the rest of them, didn’t we? All those slick, sleazy, phony pricks.”

I wanted to bite back. I wanted to scream and shout that he didn’t know shit. But I was breathless, pity swarming in bosom. Bruce let go of me, pushing past and taking a few slow strides closer. I took but a step. The Riddler’s keen gaze was glued to Batman’s figure, a sort of cruel fascination in his eyes. Admiration, swarming with desperation and deep-set loathing.

“Your mask is amazing. Everything about you is dripping in privilege. I wish you could’ve seen me in mine. Ain’t it funny? All everyone wants to do is unmask you, but they’re missing the point. You and I both know… I’m looking at the real you right now. My mask allowed me to be my real self… completely. No shame, no limits, no lies —“

“Why did you write to me? It’s obvious it’s her you want.”

“What do you mean?”

“All those cards.”

“What sort of man would I be as to stoop so low and rob a husband of his wife behind his back?” he chuckled. “I thought it was obvious. We’re lovers. I am hers as she is mine. It would’ve been counter-productive to hide it from you, would it not?”

“You’re delusional,” I spoke up, standing next to my husband.

He tilted his head at me, a sick smirk dawning on his face. His eyes drowned in a maladaptive lovesickness. He brought his hands up to glass, placing his palms to the glass. It was as though the moment I spoke, Batman had completely disappeared in his eyes.

“On the contrary, my dear. I am a man in love. Your knight in shining armor. A martyr. And you are the one hypnotized by a man has nothing to give but money.”

“That’s not true. Having a bad childhood doesn’t give you the right to ruin other people’s lives. I’m sorry that you grew up in such an environment, but that doesn’t mean you’re allowed to kill. To stalk. To become a villain. You’re a bad person and at the end of the day, it’s your fault.”

His smile dimmed and his nails dug into the glass. “You’re only saying that because you’re blinded by Bruce Wayne’s dollar bills. Once I escape, we can be together. We can be happy. You’ll see everything that I’ve done for you —“

Bruce slammed his fist into the glass, causing it to rattle. The Riddler pressed his face closer, rising from his seat, as though Batman was hardly there. As though him and I were the only ones in the room.

“You’re sick. Twisted. I don’t love you and I never will. You’re a villain —“

“I’m your hero!” he shouted desperately, his glasses fogging and eyes becoming glassy. “I’m the one! I’ve done my research, Y/n. I know where you come from, and it certainly isn’t a corrupt and vile background such as his. We’re the same. We’re meant for each other —“

I couldn’t take it anymore. I began sobbing and buried my face in Bruce’s chest. Batman banged on the glass once again, a fury in his punch. He forced us to take a few steps away.

The Riddler let out a frustrated scream, banging on the glass. “Get your filthy fucking hands off of her. When I get out, I’ll fucking kill you, Bruce Wayne! If it’s the last thing I do, I’ll have your head on a spike! Let go of her, let go of her fucking now!”

His screams of the damned became unintelligible, banging and screaming like a banshee. My body was wracked with terror and I wanted nothing more than to sink into the floor and become a speck of nothingness.

“You’re out of your goddamn mind!” Batman boomed. “This is all in your head. You’re sick, twisted. You think you’ll be remembered? You’re a pathetic psychopath.”

“No! No, no, no!”

“You're going to die alone in Arkham. You’re never going to see her again. A nobody!”

“No!” He continued screeching at the top of his lungs, stomping from within his cell. “No! She and I, we’re going to be safe here. We are going to watch the whole thing together.”

“Watch what?”

“Everything!” He slammed his fists against the wall furiously. “It was… all there. You mean, you didn’t figure it out?” Jus like that, his anger had dissolved into a subtle, snide arrogance. “Oh, you’re really not as smart as I thought you were. I guess I gave you too much credit.”

“What have you done?”

“What’s black and blue and dead all over?” He paused, and Bruce tensed instantly. “You. If you think you can stop what’s coming.”

“What have you done?”

Taunting. Edward was taunting us. Him. Were we really going to die?

“Ave-e-e Maria-a-a —“

Batman pushed me aside and banged his entire body into the glass. “What have you done?”

“Gratia-a-a plena-a-a —“

“What have you done?”

Bruce had completely lost it. I had never heard him so angry. Edward frightened me terribly so. I wrapped my arms around his waist and tried pulled him away from the glass. The Riddler did nothing, unfazed by Batman, and continued singing. He was overjoyed. Ecstatic. Why? Why? Why?

“Bruce, please! We have to go, now! Please,” I sobbed, trying to break him out of his stupor.

Bruce froze, panting viscously. His hands detached from the glass and drifted to his waist, where eI was tangled around him. It was as though he was so clouded over with anger that he forgot I was there.

“…Yes. We have to go.”

He pulled away. The Riddler paused his singing, wide-eyed and staring me down. He pressed his body agains the glass once more as we began to walk away, both of us trembling with varied emotions.

“W - wait! It’s unsafe! Y/n, please!” he screeched. “At least go - to the city center. Please —!”

I had never been so relieved to walk through an exit.

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oh-mother-of-darkness · 3 years

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“Ready?” Tim asked. He took a last look over the microphone on the desk in front of him, then sideways at Dick and Damian, arranged on either side of him, a few feet away, with their own microphones.

Dick held up a sheet of paper. “I have the question list.”

“I think that’s it, then.”

“Are we supposed to do some kind of intro?”

“Uh, unclear.” Tim snapped his fingers and leaned into his microphone.

“This is a podcast-interview thing,” he said. “We’re answering questions. Okay, I nailed the intro, so let’s hear the first one on the list.”

“Can somebody please explain Bruce Wayne’s family?” Dick read. “I know he has a bunch of kids, but I can’t figure out how many or where he got them from.”

“Interesting phrasing on the back half of that,” said Tim. “I feel like something expensive that went on sale.”

He clutched a hand to an imaginary necklace in feigned admiration. “Why Bruce! You must tell me where you got those!”

“You were never expensive,” said Damian. “Perhaps a grocery check-out display?”

Tim sighed and turned sideways, so he could look Damian in the face. “Being honest, I didn’t think you knew enough about shopping to make that joke.”

“Understandable.”

“I would never set you up on purpose.”

“I know.”

“Let’s get back to the question,” Dick suggested. “Can somebody please explain Bruce Wayne’s family?”

“I don’t know,” said Tim. He swung back towards the microphone, grimacing. “Maybe? It’s complicated.”

“Complicated,” Dick repeated, flatly.

“Yeah, complicated.”

“It’s your own family.”

“That doesn’t make it simple,” said Damian.

“Do we get time to make an outline?” Tim asked, emboldened by the unexpected support. “Before we do our presentation?”

Damian half-smiled at that, while Dick looked the two of them over with a skeptical expression.

“Are you telling me you don’t understand our own timeline?”

Tim waved a hand in a why-are-you-looking-at-me kind of gesture. “What, does anybody?”

“I do.”

“You experienced it linearly! We came in partway through, it’s different.”

“Unbelievable.”

“You take the question then.”

“If the two of you can’t manage it,” said Dick, with a distinctly sarcastic shrug.

“Obviously I can do it,” said Tim, suddenly defensive. He knew Dick was trying to get a rise, but Dick was good at that, and it was working. “I’m just saying it’s a confusing story.”

Tim pointed in Damian’s direction. “Back me up.”

“Absolutely not.”

“We can take turns,” said Dick, apparently satisfied with his victory. “Okay. Thomas and Martha Wayne died when Bruce was eight years old. Nineteen years after that, when Bruce was twenty-seven, he attended Haly’s Circus the night two acrobats fell to their deaths during a trapeze routine. Bruce took in their surviving son, me.”

Dick held up a finger. “My name is Dick Grayson, and I was Bruce’s ward from age twelve until the day I turned eighteen.”

“Which is different that being adopted,” Tim put in, “so bear that in mind for later.”

“Right. At eighteen, I became an adult, so Bruce wasn’t my guardian anymore. A year after that, Bruce met and adopted Jason Todd.”

“The second child he took in,” said Tim.

“But the first child he adopted,” said Damian.

“Exactly,” said Dick. “In that moment, Bruce was thirty-four with one former ward and one adopted son— which again, are distinct concepts.”

Tim nodded. “Jason Todd passed away three years after his adoption, when he was fifteen.”

“I never met him,” said Damian, straight-faced.

“Me neither,” said Tim, like he hadn’t spoken to Jason that morning. “I did meet Bruce though, at around that time.”

“The next few years are… harder to explain, I guess,” said Dick.

Tim raised an eyebrow in Damian’s direction, shaking his head in mock disgust. “See? Now he admits it.”

“Unbelievable.”

“The nerve.” Tim grinned as smugly as he could manage, so that Dick could see. Was Tim being difficult on purpose? Absolutely. Was he going to change that? Absolutely not.

“Right, it can be my turn. I’m Tim Drake, and I met Bruce when I was thirteen years old.”

“I was…” Dick glanced upwards, like he was trying to remember— or, failing that, calculate. “Right now you’re…?”

“Do you not know my age?”

“I probably do.” Dick tapped a finger against the desk a few times, looking pensive. Eventually, he gave up.

“I’m blanking.”

“Congratulations, Damian,” said Tim. “You are no longer my least favorite sibling.”

“I was your least favorite?” Damian asked, with such innocence that Tim couldn’t stop himself from bursting out laughing.

It took him a few moments to regain control. “You looks so proud of yourself,” he told Damian, as soon as he could.

“Thank you, I am.”

“I’m writing you both out of my will,” muttered Dick, “as soon as we get home.”

“Shame.” Tim swiped a sweatshirt sleeve over his eyes, still grinning. “I had my eye on your terrible CD collection.”

“The estate in its entirety, I believe,” said Damian.

“Shut up,” said Dick. “Keep answering the question.”

“Yeah, yeah, give me a minute.” Tim held up a hand to count on his fingers. “We did circus, Jason, Jason’s death— oh right, me. I met Bruce when I was thirteen and Dick was twenty-two, which would make Bruce thirty-seven.”

“I would have gotten there eventually.”

“Go to hell. Two years after that, when Bruce was thirty-nine, he met our sister, Cassandra Cain.”

“She was seventeen then,” said Damian.

Dick nodded. “Simplifying, we met her through a family friend. That same year, Bruce adopted me.”

“Which puts Father at thirty-nine with two sons—”

“One deceased,” added Tim.

“Having already met Tim and Cass,” Dick finished.

“Now if you think that’s confusing,” said Tim, gesturing broadly, “you’re right, it is.”

Damian nodded. “It gets even worse.”

“Yeah. For another two years we were— again, simplifying— in roughly the same place. After that, Bruce adopted me—”

“—making my life even worse.”

“Shut up, you weren’t even around yet. At forty-one, Bruce had three sons, one deceased.”

“That’s Todd.”

“And then came—”

“Me.” Damian raised his own hand. “My name is Damian Wayne, and I am my father’s genetic son. We met for the first time when Father was forty-one, and I was ten.”

“Four sons,” said Dick. “By age it’s me, Jason, Tim, Damian.”

“But from Bruce’s perspective,” said Tim, “Jason, then Dick, then me, then Damian.”

“I’d note,” said Damian, “that I was born several years before Todd’s adoption, and since I have been a Wayne from the beginning, I am both my father’s youngest child and his first child, whether he was aware of me or not.”

“But wait!” Tim interjected. “There’s more!”

“We’re almost done,” said Dick. “We already mentioned meeting our sister Cassandra. Bruce adopted her formally after Damian arrived, while Bruce was still forty-one.”

“Which means,” said Tim, “that we can do a final tally. Damian?”

“Yes?”

“Assist me. We have Dick—”

“Alive,” said Damian.

“Jason—”

“Not alive.”

“Cass—”

“Alive.”

“Me—”

“Alive, regrettably.”

“And you.”

“Yes.” Damian sat back in his chair. Tim leaned forwards in his, so he could put his elbows down on the desk.

“That’s pretty much it,” he said. “I won’t say how old we are right now, because it turns out Dick doesn’t know, and I don’t want to help him.”

Dick rolled his eyes. “I barely know my own age.”

“You’re eighty. One thousand, nine hundred, and forty. Some other number. I don’t know, why would I remember a very basic fact about my own family member?”

“To be fair to him,” Damian put in, “you are very forgettable.”

“And you’re my least favorite again.”

“Shame. As a last fact, I’d also note that Martha and Thomas Wayne died when Father was very young, so he was primarily raised by the butler.”

“That’s Alfred,” Tim agreed, “and his formal title is butler, but he’s also, you know, our grandfather.”

“Can we move to another question now?”

“I guess?” Tim looked over at Dick for confirmation.

“I don’t know,” Dick sighed. “Maybe.”

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Merry Christmas, my loves

timeline post / google doc

#remember when i spent weeks on a research paper to write some version of this and then didn't write it #boom problem solved #have I been marathoning MBMBAM again yes but you can't prove it #I'm going to bed with this in the queue #fanfiction #mine #batfamily #dick grayson #tim drake #damian wayne

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tinyyoungblood · 3 years

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how ab a headcanon where the avengers all take a trip either to disney world or on a disney cruise? i’m a whore for the idea of everyone, especially peter and y/n, just acting like kids again

pairing: peter parker x avenger!reader

a/n: i like this prompt so much!! i’ve never been to disneyland, but i hope this is accurate enough lol. i also turned this into a vlog bc someone had to record this mess and since it can’t be me, i’m giving filming privileges to bruce

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

the avengers in disneyland

everyone is very very excited and the days before they leave pass in a flurry of excitement, but peter has never been to disneyland, so he’s THRILLED beyond means

peter’s jumping up and down while everyone’s loading the van and he keeps asking them if they’re ready for this “life-changing field trip?????”

sam is genuinely afraid that if peter jumps any higher he will bounce off earth, so he grabs peter by the middle and carries him horizontally into the car

steve gave a whole lecture on not getting lost the day before and since tony couldn’t resist it, he is dressed head to toe in neon yellow and grinning cockily

nat steps into the van, sees him, and turns around with her hand over her eyes like she’s been blinded

bruce brings his video camera with him and records everything. first thing they do is hit up a gift shop and it is better than any oscar nominated movie

everything they pick up is subjected to a thorough label reading and some kind of commentary

“steve, show them what you’re getting!!” “slippers” “what kind of slippers” “uh...soft”

thor on the other hand takes it very serious and his commentary ends up being very ~shakespearean~

peter and y/n get matching friendship bracelets for everyone

loki: “i’m not wearing that”

y/n: “that’s alright-“

loki: “no tie it on for me”

bucky wouldn’t have come along if it weren’t for steve and sam, but now he’s taking it upon himself to make sure that everyone stays in good condition so they don’t miss out on training

the whole team gets hourly text messages from him in the group chat

bucky: “There’s a water leak in Mickey’s Toontwon. If any of you slip and hurt yourselves I will kill you.”

y/n: “love you too buck”

(they know it’s his way to express his love for them so every message almost makes them tear up)

loki really wants to go on splash mountain but since he doesn’t want to get his clothes wet, he asks the guards how ~splashy~ splash mountain gets

they don’t take him seriously and it infuriates loki because it’s a perfectly reasonable question but it quickly turns into a passionate argument that holds up the entire line

“I DEMAND TO KNOW HOW HIGH THE RISK OF GETTING WET IS, YOU INCOMPETENT FOO—”

*cue y/n and nat dragging him away while bruce runs after them to zoom in on loki’s pouty glare*

they get him a green rain poncho with black polka dots from one of the gift shops, and he’s still glowering but he puts it on without protest before each ride that involves water

normally the avengers would easily get recognised but since everyone is walking around in costumes, people approach them for several other reasons

thor is just peacefully standing in life, staring at the incredicoaster like it’s the love of his life, when a little kid tugs at his cape

“excuse me sir, why are you so tall?” “good question, why are you so short?” “hmm” “hmm”

they find a micky mouse whac-a-mole and everyone is having Fun but something possesses tony and clint and they are really going for it

tony is a 5 foot tall ball of stress and competitiveness and he is yielding that plastic hammer like it’s the last thing he’ll ever do

clint on the other hand is starting to feel the numbness in his arms

y/n, with sarcasm: “you can do it, clint!”

clint, with spite: “i cannot do it, thanks”

*y/n stares into the camera*

they also make up a rule that if you are in a 5 meters radius of one of the theme park characters, you HAVE to snap a picture with them

steve, who gets constantly shoved nudged by bucky into some character’s path, ends up taking a picture with almost every single disneyland character

at some point, he’s just downright sick of it and there’s a 7 min video of steve zooming across the lot while goofy and woody run after him with wide open arms

bucky is doubled over with laughter in the background while sam is standing beside him and wiping away his own tears

the avengers also buy all the pictures that are taken of them on the rides and even stop at some photo booths so they can send them to wanda and vision who are both vacationing on hawai’i <3

thor, peter, and y/n run themselves ragged and their legs almost give out but they will not stop until they have been on every ride that disneyland has to offer

the others think it’s obnoxious but they follow and join them without hesitation

tony is secretly trembling with fear. doing loops in the air at the speed of light is fine and so is battling aliens, but getting on a rollercoaster ride is just heart-stopping horrifying

it’s not that he doesn’t like rollercoasters, (that man has no self-preservation skills, anything that resembles plummeting to death will be gazed at with big heart eyes) but he just doesn’t trust them

if he didn’t build it or prove it, he doesn’t trust it. period. but the avengers are just so excited and happy that he can’t find it in him to sit out

that quickly results in thor and tony re-enacting very impressive Shouting Contests on each ride without fail

tony is screaming and clinging onto whoever is sitting next to him for dear life because he’s Petrified™️

and thor is screaming, because he’s having The Time Of His Life

he’s feeling the wind in his hair, his heart in his throat, and if he’s not shredding his vocal chords and flinging his limbs around, what’s the point of it all

after 20 different rides, tony is sick of pretending and just trudges through disneyland, the happiest place of earth, like it’s the sole cause of all suffering in the world

nat rejoins the group after she mysteriously disappeared for a moment and her hair is tossed, there’s ash on her face, and half of her clothes are wet

bruce, startled: “where have you been??”

nat, beaming: “there was a ride that spat fire from all sides and people jumped out of nowhere to scare you while the whole place was filled with hot water!!!”

bruce, concerned, zooms in on nat’s excited face

“nat i think you went to hell”

sam is big on merry-go-rounds so he drags everyone with him and while some one them first don’t seem to enjoy it, they change their mind once they see bucky’s little smile

(they go on at least ten more rounds until it starts to get dizzy)

a little girl trips over her princess gown and falls close to where steve is waiting in line, and steve immediately abandons his spot to rush over

bruce zooms in on them bc steve has always been kinda awkward with kids, but here he is, crouching down and comforting that little girl, and it’s so unashamedly soft and sweet

they can’t hear what steve is saying but she’s BEAMING now and even giving him a wobbly courtesy while he claps proudly

bruce turns the camera around and both he and clint are lowkey in TEARS like “why are we crying?? we didn’t even fall down” “i KNOW!!”

nat gets a hold of the camera and she’s on a mission to get the most embarrassing greatest footage possible

“bucky, go stand next to moana” “why?” “it’s moana go stand over there” “but i don’t know-“ “bucky.” *cue bucky, awkwardly standing next to moana while nat grins broadly*

when he’s back with the team, sam just stares at him blank-faced, clearly waiting for bucky to ask why he’s looking at him

eventually bucky caves in with a long sigh

“what” “i can’t believe you don’t know who moana of montunui is. she restored BALANCE to the WORLD. put some RESPECT ON HER NAME”

no one knows why but there’s footage of y/n, thor, tony, and loki strutting up and down in the middle of the lane in minnie mouse plush shoes like it’s a catwalk

sam, bucky, and nat are holding up their fingers to score them while steve is staring at them like he’s analysing their fighting stances

bruce, clint, and peter are standing on the sidelines and cheering them on as they should be

they end their day by digging into an unholy amount of fries that even steve can’t resist because they’ve been walking the whole day

a questionable amount of cotton candy also end ups in their possession and the footage of that is just mostly everyone trying out each other’s cones while the camera is passed between them

soon after, the avengers are back in their van to drive home and bruce zooms in on the row of seats where y/n has her head on peter’s shoulder while the others are also half-lounging on each other, and everyone is asleep <3

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toomanyrobins2 · 3 years

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Those Four Words Pt. 1

Summary: an escalating fight between Jason and his girlfriend leads to a tense two weeks in Wayne Manor

Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader

Word count: 2.1k

Warnings: language, mentions of sex and excessive drinking, mentions of character death

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Jason Todd was in a terrible mood, having just got into an argument with Bruce. He decided to go up to his girlfriend’s studio to get away. She had been hard at work the past couple of days and he was getting needy. He came up behind her on the floor and pulled her into his lap. She tried to wiggle out of his arms. “Jay, I'm trying to do something right now.

He tried to snuggle closer to his girlfriend, “I deserve some of your time too.

“Deserve? You’re especially demanding today. What did you do?” Jason scoffed and pulled away. “What has crawled up your ass?”

“You did.”

She managed to escape and turned to look at her boyfriend, “I did? Huh, I think I would’ve remembered such a disgusting journey into your body.

“Dammit, Y/N! Enough with the sarcasm! You know what I’m saying.”

She sighed at Jason’s attitude, “I don’t understand what you’re doing right now, but you are starting a fight just for the sake of an argument. I’m sorry, but I can’t give you what you want right now.”

“I don’t want anything from you,” Jason was standing over his girlfriend, his whole body tense, “From any of you.”

“Why are you being like this? What happened?”

“What? You thought the minute we started dating all of our problems would magically disappear? Are you really that naive?”

Y/N put her brushes down and stood. She tried to walk closer, but he matched each step, moving away from her. “Jason, where the hell is this coming from? I thought we had got past this. Even you and Bruce are in a better place.”

“You think I'll ever forget you abandoned me. You all did!”

“Abandon you! What have you been smoking? We thought you died!”

“You replaced me!”

Now, Y/N was angry too and it was rare that anyone saw her this way. She was deadly calm, but the fire was roaring in her eyes, “I did not replace you.”

“That’s right, you were too busy whoring yourself around Gotham to even think about me.”

“That is not fair and you know it. I mourned you. We all mourned your arrogant ass. I never stopped missing you.”

“I saw the articles, Y/N! Don’t pretend you were mourning me. You were too busy whoring yourself around Gotham.”

Her mind went back to three years ago. Jason had died in an explosion set up by the Joker. She was sixteen and her best friend had died, and she hadn’t handled it well. What started as a way to get out of the house with friends, had led to this wild, secret life. Y/N had snuck out at night and used Bruce’s name to get into clubs. She drank anything she could get her hands on and had gone home with multiple men, trying to forget her pain. Once, Bruce had found out, her world had imploded. He sent her away and finally got her the help she should have received when her parents had passed. The only reason Y/N had moved back to the manor was that Jason had been found. She couldn’t believe that he was trying to use her moments of weakness against her, “How dare you throw that back on me. I was just trying to numb the pain. It wasn’t like I was celebrating the fact that you were gone.”

“Yeah, it really looked like you missed me.”

“God Dammit, Jay!” she stamped her foot, knowing it was childish, “If you would just listen to me!”

“Oh fuck off, Y/N! If I had known I was ever going to be stuck with you and your nagging, I wouldn’t have come back.”

“I wish you hadn’t!” The minute the words left Y/N’s mouth, she gasped and slapped her hands over her mouth. Jason’s emotionless mask slammed into place, and suddenly he was as blank as the day Bruce had found him. He turned to walk out and Y/N chased after him, “Jay, wait! I’m sorry!” He jumped onto his motorcycle and was out the door before she could stop him. She slammed her fist into the wall and cursed in frustration and pain. No one would see either of them for the rest of the day. Y/N stayed in her studio, wondering how they got to the point of shouting such hurtful things at each other.

The next day, they had both shown up for Friday night dinner, as was expected of them. Neither spoke, and the tension was too thick to be cut with a knife. Y/N had tried to pull him aside and apologize after dinner, but he had shot her with a cutting glare and stalked away. The other could tell that something had happened, but no one had the details. Tim wandered into the library after patrol that night, to find her in a chair tucked into the corner. “What are you doing here (Y/N/N)? Isn’t it a movie night with Todd?” He noted the tear tracks down her face but knew she hated showing weakness, so he said nothing about them.

“I wasn’t feeling up to it, so I canceled. I think I’ll head to bed now. Night, Timmy.” Y/N went to her room and cried herself to sleep, the guilt overwhelming her as she played the argument over in her head. If only she had just taken a break, maybe the whole situation could have been avoided. She woke up multiple times in the night, crying out Jason’s name after seeing him and the Joker over and over again. Finally, around 3 in the morning, she gave up on sleep and went to the kitchen to pour herself coffee. She decided to keep busy and started making breakfast for the family.

Alfred was the first to appear in the morning, as usual. Y/N tried to pretend that everything was normal, but nothing could be hidden from the family’s butler. He noted the dark circles under her eyes and the tremors in her hands from over-caffeination. The boys slowly started to emerge, and Alfred started to bring out all the food she had made. She made two plates out of habit and headed for the dining room. Y/N started to hand Jason his breakfast as she had every morning for a year, but suddenly she remembered and pulled her hand away. Jason didn’t even bother to look at her, and her heart clenched. She placed the plate on the table and walked back into the kitchen. “Sorry, Alfred, I’m not hungry. I think I’ll go paint.” She placed the plate she had made for herself on the counter and left.

Y/N’s studio had been a safe space since she had first moved into the manor. She had hidden away when she first arrived at Wayne Manor, unused to such an active family. Bruce had called workers to the manor and redid the room when she had told him she liked art. Now, after years of work, canvasses filled the room on all sides. Some paintings, others photos, she had accumulated in the three years. They hung on the walls and were laid across the floor. She flooded the room with Swan Lake, her sad music, and started to mix her colors. The music she played had become an easy way for the others to discern her moods since she hadn’t spoken to anyone except Fallon, Bruce’s wife, when she first came. Bruce and Dick had installed a speaker system in her studio to drown out the noise when she was overwhelmed, and everyone in the Manor could hear it if she turned it on loud enough. When the first notes hit their ears, all eyes in the dining room turned to Jason. He refused to look up and make eye contact, instead, he stared at the breakfast that had been abandoned on the table. Once everyone had averted their gaze, he pushed away from the table and disappeared.

This led to one of the most uncomfortable weeks in the Manor ever. Y/N barely left her studio and no one saw Jason for three days before he returned. When he did, he started to act as if nothing had happened. The music had eventually stopped playing altogether, so they had no idea what kind of mood she was in. Finally, Damian was the one to gather everyone else together, “Y/N/N has not come out of her studio in a week. Since Buckethead has just decided to pretend nothing has happened. We need to fix this.”

Bruce spoke up first, “Jason and Y/N are both adults. They are both being immature, and it will eventually work itself out.

“How can we fix this when we don’t even know what happened?” Tim looked up from his laptop, “I’ve been checking in on Y/N on the cameras. All she does is paint, and the most she’s slept in days is when she falls asleep accidentally. That never lasts long, and she cries. A lot.”

“Why did Fallon have to leave! We need to fix this, or the family vacation is going to be the worst!” Dick collapsed on the couch. Fallon had finally convinced Bruce that the family needed a vacation, but two weeks before they were supposed to leave, her sister had had a baby. She decided to go help her out and just meet them at the resort. They now had a week left, and it was not looking good. No one wanted to bother their mother since she very rarely took time for herself and was enjoying time with her family. They decided Alfred would be the one to try and convince Y/N to leave the studio at least and eat something.

He appeared in the doorway and watched silently as Y/N worked on a large canvas. He walked over and saw that it was a portrait of the family. “This is beautiful, Miss Y/L/N.”

“Thank you, Alfred,” her voice was hoarse from disuse.

“What is the plan for this one?” Alfred sat down next to her on the floor.

“Everyone hates photos, but Fallon wanted a family portrait for the sitting room. Since no one can sit still long enough I decided to paint one and give it to her for her birthday,” she slowly sucked in a breath, “Plus they only have the old one, and J--some people-- are missing from it.” Tears started to well up again in her eyes. Alfred wrapped an arm around Y/N and just sat with her for a moment.

“I’ve kicked the boys out of the kitchen. Do you think you could come down and eat something? For me?” She only nodded and they both stood. Y/N sat on a stool and silently ate the soup Alfred had laid out for her. She barely tasted anything, and she was starting to feel dizzy. Her vision started to blur, and the next thing she knew, she was waking up on the floor and had five heads floating above her.

“Hi, guys. Thought the floor looked lonely.” She tried to sit up but was cut off.

“That is it,” Bruce spoke firmly, “You are going to bed, and you are sleeping. I thought you were mature enough to deal with this but I see I was wrong.” He picked Y/N up and noticed she had lost weight. He carried her up the stairs and before he had reached her bedroom, she was already asleep again. Bruce turned to the boys. “At least one of you is staying in here with her and making sure she sleeps.”

Tim volunteered for the first shift and settled into her desk with his laptop. Y/N had barely been asleep an hour before she woke up from a nightmare of Jason dying. She shot up and shouted out his name, before bursting into tears. Tim -- being the awkward person he is -- was ill-prepared to deal with the crying Y/N. The only solution he could think of was to climb into bed with her and pull up a movie. She slowly fell asleep again and clung to Tim like a starfish. When Dick came to relieve Tim and saw that he was unable to leave, he climbed into bed with the duo. Anytime Y/N would start to become distressed, they would calm her down. Eventually, Damian and Titus joined the cuddle pile, the former somewhat reluctantly, grumbling about how he was only doing this for Y/N. Little did the Bat-Family know, Alfred had called Fallon and told her about the situation and she had rushed home.

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spiderwcd · 3 years

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sour | b. barnes

pairing: bucky barnes x avenger! reader

summary: you and bucky met on unforgettable terms and have hated each other ever since. of course this doesn’t stop tony putting you together on a mission. will this break the frozen later in each other’s hearts for each other?

word count: 2.6k

warnings: murder, violence, some cursing, mentions of sex, cursing, steamy makeouts,

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you awoke as the same as yesterday, full of hatred towards the world. yet you try to save it everyday with your team. you woke up of course especially hating james buchanan barnes.

ever since we discovered him, you weren’t so fond of his presence. everything and anything he had to do was irritating like a bug bite that won’t to stop needing to be itched. you wanted to strangle him every time he spoke, slap him every time he worked out in front of you, you could of course go on.

you hopped out of the bed in the minimalistic room. you wandered from the mattress towards the attached bathroom. you felt heavy that day, almost sluggish. you huffed out some air from your chest and stared hard in the mirror as you rubbed you sore head. you quickly did your morning routine before becoming any more sick of yourself.

you escaped your small and empty room after changing as soon as you could into the bot so empty one outside. you ended up in the kitchen where natasha and steve were talking. you ignored their presence as you grabbed a cup of coffee and some yogurt from the fridge.

“so, y/n,” natasha began. you perked up your head towards her. “i heard tony might have new missions for us today.” she explained. you shrugged slightly.

“what now?,” you scoffed slightly. “he need us to clean the park?” you rolled your eyes softly as steve chuckled slightly.

“no actually, i heard it was more serious this time,” steve added to our conversation. “heard it was something about spies this time.” your ears perked up and you shot your head up.

“seriously? i bet you tony is gonna bench me again,” you theorized. “he always has it out for me i swear to god.” you grumble.

you take a long sip from your freshly brewed coffee and felt your spirit uplift shortly as you awoke. you felt happier to be awake this time and talking to your friends. that was until bucky entered. you were angry that he walked in without a shirt and dared to wear only a pair of black joggers. you rolled your eyes as you placed your cup of coffee before walking away.

“i’m gonna work out.” you sassed as you quickly left the kitchen before any words could be spoken back.

bucky returned the favor by rolling his eyes back. he knew your hatred towards him. he remembered the day clearly, you were fighting him and he knocked you out and nearly killed you. but steve and natasha saved the day. of course you tried to forget that and become close to him as she was close to her other team members. instead bucky gave her an icy glare and ignored her. so instead of becoming friends, they found it easy to hate each other.

as you disappeared away, bucky scoffed and looked back at the two other people in the kitchen. “i cant believe her, she barely gave me chance and already hating my presence!” bucky ranted as he grabbed a cup of coffee himself.

“well to be fair bucky,” natasha began. “you did give her the cold shoulder when she tried to give you a chance.” she commented.

“yeah but still,” he replied. “that was when i was still brainwashed by hydra. she should know better.”

steve hissed slightly as he reminded him the first date ordeal. it was odd because tony invited everyone to go to his favorite club and y/n found herself a dance partner and as he placed a hand on her waist, bucky showed up and nearly broke the guy’s hand. y/n hated him for ruining her night and she left to get drunk and grumble about how much she hated him.

“oh come on,” bucky blurted. “that guy was making her uncomfortable!” natasha gave him a raised brow before bucky sighed.

“okay maybe i just didn’t want him touching her.”

he couldn’t deny in the end of the day, he had developed a not so small crush on you. he dreamed to even become close to her. he was supposed to be hard and tough and somehow let himself fall for someone who hates him.

before the conversation could go on any longer, tony’s voice came over the intercom as he mentioned the meeting. everyone stopped what they were doing and went to the meeting before tony could argue with them.

everyone grumbled their way to the meeting room and sat in their usual spots next to everyone they usually talked to. you sat next to natasha and wanda per usual wearing your work out clothes.

“i know everyone doesn’t want to be here,” tony began. “but deal with it.” he finished.

he began to explain how the spies in a popular celebrity restaurant and how they were beginning to build nuclear weapons in the basement of this hotel/ restaurant.

“now here’s the kicker,” he sighed. “we can’t really get in, we’re all to recognizable to the public. we need someone new out there.”

everyone began to look around before landing their eyes on you and bucky. you realized what was going on and your eyes widened.

“uhm i’m down to do this,” you raised your hand. “only not with him.” you motioned towards bucky.

“it’s not up to discussion,” tony stopped. “you do this with him and that’s it.”

before any of you could argue with the billionaire, he walked away ending the meeting. you huffed out in frustration as you stood up and walked away.

later that day, you received an invitation to the restaurant. wow thanks tony. you knew it was your time to shine. you had to pull out some emerald green party dress from the back of your closet for this one. you never were the type to party. even before becoming an avenger.

you decided to clean your looks for the night, you did your hair and makeup and felt clean and almost human again. but you snapped out of it and marched towards the meeting room. there you were met with bucky in a all black suit. a blush crept in as it was suited for him, but bucky was also shocked at your appearance, you wore a opened back silky emerald green party dress that hugged your curves amazingly.

he cleared his throat as you were met next to him. “you clean up nice.” bucky grumbled.

“you too, barnes.” you smirked slightly as you both made your way to the limousine with tony inside. he explained the plan simply to both of you.

get away from the party and once done, one goes upstairs to where the terrorists have the launch codes and panels. other goes to the basement and disarms all the guards and somehow eliminates the launch from succeeding. then tony ends explaining with,

“then at the end, both of you get a room and squash this beef you guys have going on by simply sleeping together.” you both stare at tony with disgust and horror as you pull up to the front of the building.

“good god kill me.” you whispered as you got out, tony yelled, ‘use protection!’ causing you guys to become flustered and quickly walk away from the limousine.

both pair of eyes wandered around the room and noticed the fancy party going on. everyone was too focused on their own thing as both you and bucky nodded and split into different directions. you wandered to the elevator towards the upstairs to a specific room.

tony explained how a signal was being traced from the 5th floor and you’d have to use some electromagnetic machine to find them. or whatever tony and bruce explained to you. you discreetly pulled out the small machine from the clutch you held and your hand wandered through the hall, still keeping an eye out for any guests and possible intruders.

your eye caught the door next to the wide balcony opening at the end of the hall. it glowed a dark blue underneath the crack of the white door, illuminating through the hall.

you cautiously pointed the machine and it went crazy. this has to be it. you pulled out your gun from the clutch and you threw it to the side as you pushed the door slightly open. you noticed at least 5 people in the suite. some guy was typing at the large computer and talking in a foreign language towards the guards, clearly not doing their job.

you scoffed softly. these were simply just idiots. you knocked out the first guard easily. it wasn’t too hard to knock out the other big guy too. you decided to tie up the guy way the computer. you needed some answers.

“why nuke the place huh?” you asked as you plugged in the flash drive given to you. you began decoding some firewalls as the terrorist began talking.

“small talk doesn’t suit you,” he smirked. “where’s your boyfriend?” he asked you back.

“i ask the questions here,” you raised a brow. “and he’s not my boyfriend.” you continued typing vigorously as you disarmed the codes.

“good so you won’t mind when we put a bullet between his eyes?” he smirked. you sighed and stopped typing. you turned around and squatted in front of him.

“i may hate the guy,” you began as you grabbed his hair to reveal his beaten face. “but he’s still my teammate. i’m a team player.” you spat as you let go of his face and it hung low as he chuckled dryly.

“you know you’re pretty tough for a who-.” before he could finish the sentence, bucky came in with a gun and silencer. he shot the guy straight and point blank before he could even finish the sentence.

“we have to kill the bad guy you know, y/n.” bucky snarky comment didn’t make you flinch.

“yeah but it was quite fun hearing him talk non stop,” you sighed as you sat back down and began typing yet again. “almost like you.” you smirked. bucky rolled his eyes and watched you breakthrough the firewall.

“why do you hate me?” bucky asked as he examined your beautiful features. you scoffed.

“you should know this.” you replied coldly.

bucky shifted his stance and raised a brow. “yeah but you should know that was just my mind being all freshly blended.” he sighed.

you stopped typing and sat up and turned to face the brunette. “bucky, and i mean this from the bottom of my heart to the bottom of my ass,” you stood up and towered over him. “you are the most stupid and naive man i’ve ever met. you hate where people despise you and yet you never bothered to get to know me. therefore bucky barnes, i hate you.” you put on a fake smile before you sat back down.

“wow...,” bucky blinked completely dumbfounded. “i didn’t know you felt... so strongly about me.” he blinked rapidly.

you slightly scoffed at his comment instead of replying and there was a silence between you two as typing echoes the room.

“got it,” you finally said as you stood up. “finally disabled all the weapons and it should be ready to be removed from basement and just in time for tony and the gang to gather these.” you finally said as you removed the flash drive.

bucky looked at you in awe. how could you gather all your emotions and just focus so easily. you quickly got out of the room and began walking down to the elevator with bucky. the floor began moving downwards as it stopped at the next floor.

some clearly bad guys, loaded the lift and you notice the guns. they were suspecting you two were involved.

“kiss me.” you whispered into his ear. his hairs stood up on the back of his neck at the comment and made his throat go dry.

“w-what?” he whispered back.

“just do it!” bucky grabbed your face and pulled towards him as he began slowly kissing you. you hated to admit that your stomach gave you butterflies. your bodies slowly melted. the bad guys became uncomfortable and just waiting for the lift to finally stop at the next floor.

as they exited and the doors shut, you let go and heaved for air. you let out a sigh as you wiped your face. you looked over at bucky and he had lipstick smeared on his lips. you chuckled a bit as you noticed this and he looked confused.

“you have lipstick smeared everywhere.” you noted as you guys finally made it to the first floor.

bucky blushed as he rubbed off the lipstick on his face and cleared his throat. he didn’t know what that was about but he wanted for more.

you guys finally made it to the parking lot as the car tint delivered stood. tony and the crew should be here any minute, but you two needed to get out before any one shows up. your job was considered done.

you threw the keys at bucky as he swiftly caught them in his natural hand. you waited for him to unlock the door. you began to get into the car and both of you zoomed out of the parking lot.

both of you made it back to the compound and you two finally let loose of the disguise and sat at the bar.

bucky cradled a scotch in his metal hand as you held some vodka and cranberry in your own hand.

crickets could could be heard of how quiet the compound was. it never got this silent. usually someone would start something and it would be a comfort thing after a while. bucky finally broke the silence.

“why did you kiss me?,” he asked sheepishly.

“i mean mostly to get the guards uncomfortable.” you raised a brow.

“yeah but why would you kiss me?,” he questioned. “i mean you could’ve started arguing with me or crying to make them uncomfortable, but instead you kissed me.” you finally noticed it and a blush crept onto your face.

“well uhm.” you started as you were lost for words. “i really don’t know bucky.” you chuckled dryly. you placed your glass onto the marble table as bucky did the same with his.

he strutted to you with any confidence he had from the crazy night or the scotch gave him. he was now next to you.

“admit it,” he suddenly said. “you don’t completely hate me.” he smirked.

your breath hitched in your throat at this. “are you crazy bucky?”

“only for you, doll.” he softly replied as he leaned closer to you.

fuck it.

you gave in and kissing him the second time that night. all the excitement gathered and you let out any hatred you had for him all those years.

“i don’t hate you,” you breathed out. “i wanted you, but i knew i couldn’t.” you finally let out. it was like a weight lifted with these words.

bucky slightly moaned into the kiss as you jumped up into his arms and wrapped your legs around him. he felt electrified and trapped under your spell.

“i called it.” tony let out. you both quickly pull away and you noticed the gang all standing at the door. you blushed and let go of bucky standing on your feet quickly.

“shut up stark.” steve told him as everyone walked in exhausted as they sat down on the couch.

bucky quickly cleared his throat as he leaned into your ear. “you tasted so sweet.” you coughed at your own saliva (and a bit of his) at this comment.

“you’re so dead barnes.” you whispered towards him.

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When The Music's Not Forgotten PT. 1

Green Lantern!Reader x Lantern Family Story!

Word Count: 5.3K Warnings: Explicit Language, Mature Themes, Violence

Author's Note: I legit had a breakdown trying to think about what to label this fic as. Almost put 'Batsis' but then I realized it's not Batsis nor Lantern!Sis so I was like...uh...what do I do? We'll figure it out. Enjoy! -Thorne

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Her first thought when she opened the front door to the Coast City apartment and saw her dad in a headlock by Kyle and Kyle in a headlock by Guy who was in one by John, who was in one by her dad, was: this is totally and completely normal.

The second thought: that nothing involving her father and uncles ever surprised her anymore, occurred to her as said father and said uncles stopped arguing with one another and cocked their heads up, looking at her, each of their faces exhibiting the epitome of “I got caught with my hand in the cookie jar” shock, in which she merely returned with a blank stare before closing the door behind her, marching into the kitchen with the grocery bags.

Of course, that also meant the second she did, they were stumbling in to explain what had brought them to the unfortunate moment of head-locking each other, but also to see what she’d bought and what she was going to cook for dinner. She paid them no mind, ducking under arms and between bodies as she maneuvered around them kitchen, putting things away.

Someone curled an arm around her neck, pressing their lips to her temple. “Hey Raptor.”

She smiled. “Hey dad.” Tossing a beer behind her, she added, “Uncle Guy. Uncle John. Kyle.”

Guy caught his beer, popping the tab, and Kyle looked at her, crossing his arms over his chest. “How come everyone else is ‘uncle’ and I’m not?” he looked hurt. “Am I somehow different, (Y/N)?”

She paused and threw another beer behind her. “Kyle, were almost the same age. I’m not calling you my uncle because John and Guy are older than both of us.”

“Not that much,” he griped, popping his beer tab. “It still hurts my feelings.”

(Y/N) rolled her eyes and handed John the final beer. “Would it make you feel better if I told you I considered you to be my favorite cousin?”

Kyle smiled at her. “Yes, it would.”

She nodded then glanced at Hal. “Dad, tacos or burgers?”

“I dunno.” He said, glancing at the others. “You guys?”

“Burgers.”

“Tacos.”

“Burgers.”

She cocked a brow and looked at her father. “Seems like you’ll either make a tie or a win.”

“I have been thinking about good tacos, Raptor,” he replied, and she nodded.

“Tacos it is.” Guy and John groaned, and she shot them a glare. “Hey! Lock that shit up or I’m not cookin’.” Immediately they shut their mouths, listening to Kyle and Hal snicker. “Buncha children.” She griped, dumping the ground beef into a skillet to brown.

“So, (Y/N),” Guy drawled, leaning against the kitchen counter. And honestly, the entire kitchen was way too small for four grown men and a grown woman to be in at one time, but she’d gotten used to it, so why fix what wasn’t broke.

“So, Uncle Guy.” She repeated, shifting the meat around with the spatula.

“Why exactly did you start working at the Wayne Enterprises branch here?”

She could feel the eyes of her family on her back, and she couldn’t help but roll hers. “Maybe because Mister Wayne pays good salaries to his employees and his health insurance coverage is fantastic?” (Y/N) glanced over her shoulder. “But something tells me you’re asking for another answer.”

He grinned. “Which son of Wayne’s are you dating?”

(Y/N) rolled her eyes again. “I love you, but you’re an idiot.” She turned back to the pan. “I’m not dating any of his sons. Dick’s with Koriand’r, Jason’s a douche-bag, and their brothers are way too young.”

“Doesn’t he have a daughter?”

“Cass is dating a girl she goes to college with.” She took an onion from the basket against the kitchen wall atop the counter. “Keep digging though, Uncle Guy. You’ll hit rock bottom soon enough.”

“Does that mean you’re dating the big Bat?”

She almost cried from laughter as Hal choked on his beer and spluttered. “No. I’m not dating Mister Wayne. He’s old enough to be my dad.”

John chuckled. “I don’t know, (Y/N). When you first met Bruce at, what? Ten? You told him you were going to marry him.”

Her cheeks burned and she scowled at them. “I meant Batman because he was kind-hearted, and I was totally awestruck as a little girl. Let it go.” Her eyes fell on Hal. “Dad, tell ‘em to let it go.”

He nodded. “Please let it go.” Kyle started humming ‘Here Comes the Bride’ and while the others snickered, Hal screwed his eyes shut. “Oh God, stop. I don’t want to think about my precious baby anywhere near that anal retentive kitchen scale.”

The other snickered and before she could say anything, their rings started beeping. She looked at them as their faces turned solemn, setting their beers down as their suits flashed to life.

“Trouble on Oa,” John said.

“Gotta fly?” she asked, and Hal nodded, leaning over to kiss her temple.

“Gotta fly, Raptor.” He hugged her quickly and followed John and the others to the balcony. “I love you.”

“I love you too, dad.” (Y/N) waved. “Be careful, Corpsmen.” They all waved at her and took off, leaving her in the apartment alone and she sighed, turning back to the kitchen. “Another dinner…alone.” She couldn’t help but deflate. “Wonderful.”

***

She continued cooking for almost an hour when the balcony doors opened and closed, and she smiled. “Hey guys. You’re back rather early.” When she didn’t hear a response, she immediately fell on guard and she took one of the kitchen knives from its holder, brandishing it.

Carefully, she walked into the dimly lit living room, eyes scanning the expanse for whoever was in the apartment with her. None of the floorboards were creaking, no rustling of fabric or scuffing of shoes. It was completely silent, and that made her nervous.

Stay calm. The worst thing you can do in a situation when you need to be calm is to be panicked. Slow breaths. Keep focused.

She repeated his words in her head and shifted around the hallway wall, eyes peeled for trouble.

Small steps when sweeping buildings. If an enemy rounds a corner and it comes to close combat, you’ll want to be able to hit them and taking big steps causes instability.

(Y/N) crept down the hall and came upon the bathroom just beside her father’s bedroom door. Quickly, she peeked in, seeing it empty, then cross the doorway, pausing beside her father’s door. She inhaled deeply, then turned her head around the corner, seeing it empty and dark. The only room left was hers.

She crossed to the other side of the wall and hurried down to her door, and with another sharp breath, she turned and looked in. Again, it was empty. Confusion bled through her as she returned to the living room, the hand holding the knife lowered beside her thigh.

“That’s strange.” She murmured. “I thought I—”

“Heard something?”

She gasped and spun around, bringing the knife up, but they caught it with ease, squeezing her wrist until she cried in pain and dropped it. (Y/N) heard the clattering in her ears as they grabbed her other hand and shoved her down into the couch.

She started thrashing wildly, about to scream when she heard, “I thought I told you not to turn your back on people.”

(Y/N) stilled and turned her head, catching that stupidly smart smirk. “You fucker.” She cursed at him, torn between laughing hysterically and cursing some more. “I can’t believe you turned this into a lesson.”

He shrugged. “Had to know if you were learning any better.” Smiling at her, he quipped, “Your sweeping is great. Detection skills? Not so much.”

“Let me up, Jason.” she commanded, rolling her eyes and he snorted, letting go of her arms. Immediately, she spun and cocked her elbow into his jaw, smiling as he grunted in pain and grabbed it.

“Damn,” he hissed. “You’ve got elbowing down to an art.”

She grinned. “I’ve had a good teacher.”

They stared on another down for a moment, then all at once, they were yanking at shirts and unbuckling belts, grabbing each other, and tugging closer to one another as their lips met in a searing kiss.

(Y/N) shoved at the jacket on his shoulders, moving her lips to his jaw and he groaned, taking his hands from her hips for just a moment to pull the article off. He shifted out of reach, and she glanced towards the kitchen.

“I turned the oven off,” Jason muttered, yanking his crimson shirt over his head. “Figured we’d be too busy to eat dinner.”

She giggled and shoved him off the couch, watching as he scrambled to his feet; she stood and started pulling off her own clothes, first her shirt, then her bra and Jason almost collapsed at her feet when she tugged her pants to her ankles.

“C’mon, Jay, don’t be shy.” (Y/N) cooed. “Show me what you’ve got.”

He chuckled, and unbuckled his belt, letting it fall to the floor as he back-stepped down the hallway. “Oh, you want a show, Miss Jordan?”

She smirked at him and stuck her thumbs in the sides of her thong. “I’d love a show, Mister Todd.”

“I might made you beg a little for it,” he shot back coolly, toeing off his combat boots and she hummed.

“I will if you will.” (Y/N) said, watching his hands unbutton the charcoal-colored utility pants he wore.

“My eyes are up here.” Jason quipped, though he didn’t seem to stop as he shoved his pants down, leaving him in his boxers, and he hit her doorway.

“True, but my attention is elsewhere.” She drew her eyes up his toned body, internally smirking as he seemed to shiver under her gaze, and she pushed her thong down her legs. (Y/N) stood before him and reached out, placing her hands flat on his chest. He was so hot underneath her palms and she slowly rubbed her hands up to the sides of his neck.

“(Y/N),” he murmured huskily, arms winding around her waist, and she smirked.

“Take me to bed, Jason.”

Immediately, he bent down and grabbed the back of her thighs, digging his fingers in until she lifted and wrapped her arms around his waist. “With pleasure,” he purred.

***

By the time Hal and the other lanterns got back to the apartment, it was well into the morning, and he could tell that everyone just wanted to crash in exhaustion, too tired to even think about flying to their own homes.

He opened the balcony doors and let them inside. “Lemme get some blankets from the hall closet,” he muttered, voice as ragged as his body felt.

“Who the hell played strip poker in here?”

Hal looked up at Guy who was holding up a crimson t-shirt with a baffled expression. “What?”

Guy met his gaze then nodded down the hall. “Someone’s been tangoing.”

When he craned his neck to peek down the hallway, sure enough there was a trail of clothing leading down to her room. His eyes went wide, and he suddenly forgot about his exhaustion as he leaped over the couch and sprinted down the hall, the other Lanterns hot on his heels.

Hal skidded to a stop in her doorway and immediately screeched, “(Y/N) JORDAN WHO THE HELL IS IN YOUR BED?!”

The two young adults in the bed startled up, and she held the sheet to her chest as she gaped at her father. “Dad! You—you’re here!”

He gestured wildly. “OF COURSE, I’M HERE! I FUCKING LIVE HERE! WHO THE FUCK IS IN YOUR BED?!”

“Morning, Hal,” Jason greeted, with a mock salute. “How’s your day so far?”

“MY DAY?!” he bellowed, already starting for the young man, and John was quick to grab Hal around the waist. “LET GO! I’M GOING TO MURDER THIS SON OF A BAT FOR CORRUPTING MY DAUGHTER!”

“Excuse me,” Jason said, rather affronted, then pointed at her. “It’s (Y/N) who’s corrupted me.”

(Y/N) barely had time to hide her snort as she elbowed him in the side. “Shut the hell up.” She cleared her throat and looked at the men in her doorway. “Uh…can you close the door so I can get dressed?”

“CLOSE THE DOOR?! I’M GOING TO TAKE THE DOOR OFF ITS HINGES! YOU ARE GROUNDED, (Y/N) JORDAN DO YOU HEAR ME! YOU ARE—”

Guy and John dragged Hal off and Kyle shut the door but threw a thumbs up at Jason before he left.

***Part Two***

She tried to look anywhere but her father’s face as he continued to berate her and Jason. And honestly, he’d stopped making sense about thirty minutes ago and while she couldn’t look at her uncles for fear of bursting into laughter, Jason had no problems cracking a smirk at everything Hal was yelling about.

“—AND I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU HAD A BOY IN THE HOUSE!” he paused, horror drawing across his face, then it immediately turned into anger. “THIS ISN’T THE FIRST TIME HE’S COME OVER IS IT?! HOW LONG HAS THIS BEEN GOING ON?!”

Her face pinched and she inquired, “Which question do you want answered first? The one you asked when you first started yelling or the last one just now?”

“I am in no mood for games, (Y/N) Jordan. You brought a boy into the house without permission.”

“I am a man.” Jason interrupted.

She elbowed him in the ribs. “I didn’t realize I needed permission to bring my boyfriend into the house.”

“BOYFRIEND?!” Hal screeched.

(Y/N) blinked. “I’m confused. Are you angry at me calling him my boyfriend? Do you want me to call him my fuckbuddy or something?”

“HEY!” both Jason and Hal in unison and her father glared at him. “SHUT UP!”

“I don’t know what you want me to tell you, dad…I’m twenty-one. Having a boyfriend is a completely normal thing. Having a consensual sexual relationship with someone is a normal thing.”

Hal spluttered for a moment then pointed at Jason. “NOT WITH HIM!”

“What’s wrong with me?” Jason question, rather offendedly, then he held up a hand. “I mean, besides the obvious things that are wrong with me.”

“YOU’RE YOU! THE SON OF BATMAN!”

“I mean…” Jason drawled. “That’s technically debatable most days.”

(Y/N) looked at him. “You’re not exactly helping the case, Jay.”

“I’m not trying to.” He grinned at her. “I’m seeing if I can make your dad go red.”

She tutted at him. “Jason Todd trying to corrupt a Green Lantern into a Red Lantern. Shame.”

“QUIT DOING THAT!” Hal howled as they started snickering, seeming to get lost in their own little world. Suddenly, he was marching down the hallway and coming back with a cellphone.

They watched in confusion for a moment, then Jason’s eyes widened. “Oh no.”

“What?” (Y/N) worried.

“He’s calling B.”

“What.”

Hal put the phone to his ear and glowered at the two of them until the line clicked and he immediately yelled, “DO YOU KNOW YOUR DELINQUENT SON IS DATING MY DAUGHTER?...WHAT?! WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU ALREADY KNOW?!...EXCUSE ME?! WHAT?!”

He hung up the phone and set it on the table, then proceeded to turn around and grab a pillow from the couch, bringing it to his face. Hal bellowed into the pillow and Jason nudged her. “How long is he gonna be like this?”

(Y/N) shrugged. “Probably another minute or two. He’ll start up again in about an hour though.”

Jason hummed and stood from the table. “Well, I’d love to stay and get yelled at some more but if I’m being honest, I only need one father yelling at me and not two.”

“Where are you going?” she questioned.

“Roy and I have a mission in Costa Rica tomorrow evening.” He bent down and kissed her lips. “I’ll call you when I land.”

(Y/N) smiled and before he pulled away, she grabbed his shirt and pulled him in for another searing kiss, one that erupted wolf-whistles from the other Lanterns around them—which also had Hal pulling his head up at the sound, immediately shouting again.

“Love you,” she murmured, and he winked.

“Love you more, doll.” He tossed a mock salute to Hal and the others before leaving and she sat back in her seat, readying herself for another round of bellowing.

***

Surprisingly, Hal had relaxed after a few hours. That being said, (Y/N) really had to work on him to do so but being an only child and her dad’s pride and joy played a big part—she knew the man could never stay mad at her. Of course, he’d immediately put rules into place over the whole relationship thing. No boys in the house without permission, no closing the door when a boy was over, no more Bat-sons in the Jordan apartment…he was overreacting, but it wasn’t anything new in (Y/N)’s opinion.

But he did ease up after a few months, mainly because as anti-social as Jason was most days, he was damn good at working people over when he wanted to. And in her boyfriend’s opinion, the easiest way to work her dad over was to tell him all the ways to screw with Bruce—which Hal took in like a sponge with water. As annoying as it was to see the two men so giddy over a plan, she was glad they were just getting along.

However, when Hal learned that (Y/N) was being trained by Jason, and on the rare occasions, Bruce, his meltdown the first night seemed like a walk in the park compared to the storm blowing in.

***

So…what are you wearing?

She snorted, crossing at the formula of the equation, rewriting a new one beside it. “Jason, I’m not having phone-sex with you.”

Hmm…I bet you’re wearing red panties.

“Cold.” (Y/N) retorted with a grin. “They’re blue actually. You know, like Nightwing’s suit?”

Why do you hate me?

“I haven’t the faintest clue what you mean, Jay.”

You’re evil, you know that? Like you portray innocence but in reality, you’re evil.

She snorted again when a tapping came at her bedroom window and she frowned, leaning over; Jason saw it from the camera.

Everything alright?

(Y/N)’s eyes drifted to his face then to the window and she stood. “Yeah, someone’s at the window.”

(Y/N). He warned and she leaned over, seeing Kyle floating there.

“It’s Kyle.”

What’s Kyle doing there? I thought he was on Oa.

She nodded, brows furrowing as she murmured, “I did too.” Opening the window, she greeted, “Hey, what’s up?”

Kyle seemed nervous. No, he seemed concerned. “I need you to come with me.”

“Is my dad okay?” she asked outright, and he nodded.

“Yeah, Hal’s good…but he needs to talk to you.” Kyle waved a hand over her phone, and it shut off. “It’s important.”

(Y/N) felt her heart thump in her chest at how serious her friend was, and she nodded. “Alright. Let’s go.”

***

She’d only ever been to the Watchtower once. And the only thing she remembered from the trip was getting lost in one of the hallways only to be found by Batman who merely picked her sobbing frame up and hummed to her until she fell asleep.

So really, it was like a first time visit all over again, and when she came face to face with not only the Justice League, well Wonder Woman, Batman, and Superman, and her uncles, she wasn’t exactly excited. It felt like she’d been called to the principal’s office for expulsion.

Hal pointed to a seat, which she took, not wanting to open her mouth when she had no idea what was going on.

Wonder Woman, surprisingly, was the first to speak. “What is your daughter doing here, Hal?”

Her father merely looked at (Y/N) then to Bruce, questioning, “How long?” They stared one another down and she felt as lost as last year’s Easter eggs. “How long, Bruce?” Hal asked again.

Batman didn’t even blink. “A full year. When she started working at the branch in Coast City, I had Jason start it.”

“Motherfucker.” Hal cursed, chuckling humorlessly. “I do all I can to keep her out of this bullshit and you drag her into it.”

“(Y/N) wanted to train. She emailed me through a private channel about it.”

All eyes turned onto her and then she knew what was happening. “He’s…right, dad. I wanted to be trained to fight.”

Hal gaped at her. “Why? You’re going to school? You’re working? Why do you want to train?”

(Y/N) swallowed thickly. “To be like you guys. You know, useful?” she stood from the table. “Look, I know you’re worried, but even Batman’s noted major improvements. He says I’m almost ready to start patrolling on my own.” She looked to him for help.

“She’s smart, Hal. And I’m not saying that to float the Jordan ego. Jason’s not one to give commendation where it shouldn’t be.” Batman nodded at her. “(Y/N)’s not my kids, but she’s right behind them on how good she is.”

Hal’s brown eyes turned onto him in a fierce glare. “Yeah, well, unlike you, I don’t make a habit out of putting my kid in danger. I know you have a thing for going through sons.”

“HEY!” (Y/N) shouted, getting his attention as she stood to her feet. “I’m old enough to make this decision for myself and if Batman says I’m good enough to do this, I’m gonna do it.”

“Nope. Not happening.” Hal rejected. “End of discussion.”

“No.”

His eyes went wide first with shock, then with the audacity of her language. “Excuse me?”

(Y/N) momentarily wanted to cave, but she held strong and tightened her jaw. “I said no.” she declared. “I’m gonna do this.”

Hal rounded the table, stomping up to her. “No, you’re not.”

“What’re you gonna do, dad? Lock me in the house for the rest of my life?” she suggested. “I have rights you know.”

“Not to do shit like this. I don’t want you being a hero.”

(Y/N) gazed at him, and suddenly, everyone felt the mood shift as she murmured, “It’s because I’m not a Lantern, isn’t it, dad?”

Hal’s jaw went slack. “What? What are you talking about?”

“You know exactly what I’m talking about.” She shot back coolly, then tipped her head to the other league members. “See, they get to brag about their kids. Superboy, the Robins, the Wonder-Girls...everyone on this team has a trainee but you.” (Y/N)’s eyes narrowed. “And you hate that I’m not like you, don’t you? That I can’t seem to figure out what it takes to wear that ring.”

She glanced at her uncles who were gaping at her. “See, you look at them like they’re the greatest people in the universe. And then when you look at me? It’s easy to see the devotion shift. Deep down it makes you disappointed that I’m not a Green Lantern.”

“You are absolutely out of line.” He growled.

“Am I, dad?” (Y/N) challenged. “Everyone here gets to brag about their superhero trainees but when it comes you, what can you say? ‘My daughter isn’t a Green Lantern like me, sorry!’?” she looked at him. “I’m not a Green Lantern, but I am something else. I can be something else. Let me prove it to you.”

Hal gazed at her for along moment. “…No.”

(Y/N) snapped. “Why the fuck not! What is it about me that just makes you so antagonistic at the idea of me being something like you!”

“Watch your language, young lady. I’m still your father.” He demanded.

“Oh please, as far as I’m concerned, you were just a failed pilot on leave who fucked my mom and got her pregnant.”

It happened before anyone realized it. The sharpest crack any of them had ever heard in their lives and (Y/N) turned her face back to him, a hand coming up to press against her stinging cheek. And Hal? Hal was staring at his hand as if it didn’t belong to him.

She wasn’t mad. Shocked, sure, but not mad. If anything, it’d proved her point and she merely regarded him with an assured gaze. “Bogey down, huh dad?” she remarked, and his eyes shot to hers.

Hal’s mouth opened but nothing would come out except, “I didn’t mean to do that.”

“Yeah, you did,” she whispered, taking a step back from him when he reached for her.

His face crumpled and he brokenly called, “(Y/N), wait!”

But she was already running for the door, Batman on her heels.

***

“Do you want me to call Jason?” he asked quietly, watching her open the balcony doors.

Her hands stilled for a moment, then she resumed twisting the key. “No…and don’t tell him this happened either.”

“Why not?”

(Y/N) looked back at him. “Because you and I both know that Jason would beat my dad senseless.”

“…Do you want to come back to Gotham for a while?”

She opened the doors and sighed. “I don’t know, Batman.” Glancing back, she added, “I don’t really know what I want right now.”

“Do you want to be away from Hal?” he questioned seriously, and she looked at her feet.

“I know what you’re thinking. But he’s not abusive.”

“All evidence to the contrary.”

(Y/N)’s head snapped up. “My dad’s never laid his hands on me before now.”

“He ever physically discipline you?”

“Swatting your eight-year-old kid’s butt in the middle of a store when they’re having a meltdown over not buying an expensive toy is a lot different from beating them bloody and bruised with a beer bottle or a belt.’ (Y/N)’s eyes darkened, but not at her father’s face in her head, but at Batman. “My dad’s a lot of things. A jackass, a skirt chaser, a self-righteous arrogant prick…but he is not an abuser.”

Batman placed a hand on her shoulder. “He hit you.”

“Yeah? And? I insulted him and my mom straight to his face. Sure, slapping me wasn’t the answer, but I understand the reaction. Does is make is right? No. But neither is what I said. We both fucked up.” She shrugged his hand off. “We’ll talk about it and move on.”

“Because it’s what Jordan’s do?”

(Y/N) huffed a laugh but it was anything but mirthful. “Yeah. It’s what Jordan’s do.” She stepped inside and looked back at him. “Thanks for bringing me home, Batman. I appreciate it.”

He nodded, pulling out his grapple. “Call me if you need anything.” Batman gazed at her. “And think about calling Jason.”

“…I will.”

Batman gazed at her a moment longer then fired the grapple, taking off into the night sky towards the Batplane, then she was watching as it disappeared faster than it came.

With a heavy sigh, she turned and put her hands on the back of the loveseat, shutting her eyes as she thought about the events of the night. She wasn’t sure what she was supposed to feel. Angry? Hurt? Responsible? It had to be all the above, especially when she pictured his face in her head after it happened. Shocked, ashamed, horrified, like he couldn’t believe what he’d just done.

(Y/N) didn’t want to think about it, and when she heard a ring flashing in her ears, she turned. “Guys, I don’t wanna talk about—” she fell into a deep silence when she saw the man before her, the yellow suit glowing vividly against the dark sky.

“Hello (Y/N) Jordan. I am Sinestro.”

***Part Three***

Hal had taken her flying more times than she could’ve counted—perks of being a pilots daughter, and while she had faith in aircraft and Green Lantern constructs, she wasn’t sure how to feel about Yellow Lanterns and their tendency to drop people.

Coast City looked so small below her, and she swallowed thickly, trying greatly to keep her fear under control, keeping her eyes on the moon. She knew if Sinestro dropped her at this height, she’d die. There were no chances of survival at all—she’d hit the ground and pancake with the best of ‘em.

“I am rather surprised that you accepted my invitation so easily,” he remarked, not looking at her as they rose through the night sky.

“Yeah, well…I’ve heard enough stories about you to know that you’ll kill me if you want to.” Her eyes followed his frame. “I’d like to extend my life as long as possible.”

“A wise decision, (Y/N).” He noted rather humorously, finally taking the time to look back at her. “I’ve watched you for some time now.”

Ignoring the implications and total creepiness of the statement, she instead asked, “How long?”

“Long enough to see the potential you have in greater things.” Sinestro replied and reached a hand out, a horde of golden glowing constructs appearing before her eyes. Her training with Batman, with Jason, even with Hal and the others—most importantly, the fight just before. “It hurts that he doesn’t trust you to be like him, doesn’t it?”

She didn’t respond, merely watching the moment of his hand coming back across her face over and over again as the feelings welled in her chest.

“You try so hard to be of use to Hal. To be a Green Lantern like him, but nothing you do makes him proud.” He gazed at her with something akin to pity, but it felt like a manipulation. “I understand your fear of failure…of shame.” Holding out his hand, he made her own raise beside her body and a yellow ring floated from his palm. “I can feel the anger inside you. Your fear fights to quell it.” Sinestro smiled. “I almost want to call Atrocitus and have him recruit you into the Red Corps.”

(Y/N)’s eyes fell to the ring, and she clenched her hand into a fist to keep it from sliding onto her finger. “I—I can’t be a Yellow Lantern.”

“Why not?”

“Why n—because you’re the enemy of the Green Lanterns!” she shouted. “I’d be betraying my father and my friends and my family!”

He gave her a knowing look. “The same family that looked upon you with shame every time you tried to wield the green power ring, but couldn’t?”

She felt like she’d been shot, and her jaw dropped. “I…”

Sinestro nodded. “I understand. But you don’t, (Y/N). Willpower must be had since birth. Fear however—” he reached out, uncurling her fingers. “Can be taught. And you have potential to be trained with terror.” He met her gaze. “You can’t be a Green Lantern like Hal wants…but you can become something he has to recognize. Something powerful. Something fearsome.”

(Y/N) stared at him, and this time, she didn’t fight as the ring slipped onto her finger. (Y/N) Jordan of Earth. You possess the ability to instill great fear. Welcome to the Sinestro Corps.

The world started swirling around her, golden flashes of light bound her body and she screamed in terror as her nightmares came alive before her. The chains coiled, almost like snakes creeping up her body, tighter and tighter around her throat and up around her skull. The last thing she saw through her fearful gaze was Sinestro laughing darkly and the world before her went dark and she was subjected to her minds torment, brought upon by the forged ring.

For a moment, the world was calm, then the chains fell away, and (Y/N) stood before Sinestro, clothed in an exo-suit, similar to her father’s, but instead of the bright, awe-inspiring green, it was a golden, fear-inducing yellow.

And when she opened her eyes, they narrowed onto Sinestro, and all she said was, “I’m ready to receive my orders.”

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