#Brucey Answers!

[itsbrucey]

Was very happy to vote for him :]

My only request is a trans pride Normal 🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️

Proud of his school and Proud of himself!! (He’s currently working on pride teenie merch but doesn’t realize the audience is only himself)

Thank you for the vote!!!

[marshmallowdarling]

Hi, I saw that you had open requests and I wanted to ask a Yan! Batfam HC:

How would a platonic Yandere! Batfam react to a foster sister who, well, doesn't grow very tall?

All the family memebers of the Batfam are, to least to say, giants. Even the shortes one is quite tall than the avarage height. (All of them, except the child version of Damian, are between 5'5 and 6'2 feet tall. )

But what would happen if his adopted little sister, who eats well, lives a healthy life, has no signs of illness and so on, becomes short in height? She is simply no taller than 5 feet and that's it. All of them grew up well! why you were the exception?

Would they worry that their little sister wouldn't grow up no matter how hard they tried, or would they be happy to have a "pocket edition" little sister?

Thank you so much for requesting Bub and I hope you like it!! I'm so sorry it took so long, I started writing this immediately but I felt like it was too short and I just said fuck it today and wanted to post no matter how short (thought I added a bit more) Also I turned this into GN reader because in the end there was only like two things indicating (Y/N)'s gender and I wanted to appeal to everyone, I'm so sorry if you strictly wanted female reader!! (tbh I wasn't reading it properly when I was editing this oop-)

And I hear what your saying!!! What an amazing idea to imagine,

~Mwah

I don’t want to keep the height strictly 5 foot just for the x reader element, I never want to force one body type into my writings (except for chubby) just because I want everyone to feel included and one body’s deformed shortness will be different to another. 

But yes!! 

I head canon that all the bat-boys have little snacks that they keep, some not as nutritional as others, but they all end up having more healthy snacks on them because of little ol’ you.

Sandwiches with whatever spread you like, more perishable sandwiches are only brought at short distances not missions (if so, they are bought fresh), cut up fruit, fruit snacks, the jelly beans you find at pharmacies with the red and white cross on the bag, bottles of water and little cartons of juice of whatever flavour you might prefer that day (trust me, Alfred always somehow knows what flavour you’re going to like that day). 

I feel like they would all worry about your short height to an extent, Bruce being the worry wart, constantly getting you checked out every two weeks, making sure you take vitamin gummies (because let’s face it, they’re better than pills and I will NOT take pills).

Second to ol’ Brucey is Jason, he died- and he probably freaks the FUCK out when you keep growing but you don’t show any signs of getting taller. At first, he keeps assuring himself that you’ll grow.

“They’re just a late bloomer”

“May- Maybe Their just short!” 

“Why arn’t they growin- Oh my god is (Y/N) dying?! I told that old man to kidnap them earlier!” 

Oh, Jason definitely watches you when you sleep (like the rest of them) and furrows his brows, trying to figure out an answer to why you’re so small.

The rest of them do have lingering thoughts but they can see Bruce dragging you to the doctors every other week and they make sure your on top of your meals and medicine so they don’t really outwardly do anything else. Tim definitely does poke at your height as a joke, but it does help his delusion of you needing him, like the rest of the fam. All of the boys definately try to 'secretly" show of their strength around you so you rely on them more, though you figured this out quickly and it's somewhat amusing to see them show off their muscles like a peacock.

If you do feel bad about how you look the rest of them will shoot Tim down immediately and praise you up and down. Some of the other more silent boys might do this in a more discreet way but rest be assured your getting the floor you walk on kissed. They might even let you have very light work outs! (Without any equipment) though it usually turns into you sitting on their backs to help them with their push ups or holding their feet so they can send you a compliment or tease as they come up from a sit up.

Foster! Reader is fed a lot- Full plates at every meal, breakfast, lunch and dinner is ate and there is a strict ‘NO SKIPPING’ policy. Even if it’s just a few bites, even just one, your ass better eat and after a fit from you because you watched your siblings skip their meals without any harassment or scolding, the rest of the family now has the same rule as you (much to Bruce’s chagrin after trying to make his kids have a normal eating schedule since forever.) 

Overall they would just be a bit more strict with eating rules and making sure you feel good in your body, but other than that mostly the same.

Aww your just a little thing, you wouldnt survive in the real world cub. Hu? What do you mean "the doctor says I'm healthy and fit?", you might be but your still oh so small and you need your family to protect you! Can't you see how weak you are compared to our big beefy bodies? You don't have to worry your cute little head about it though! Your boys will always be here to take care of you.

[frost-queen]

No need for questions (Reader!Wayne x Jeremiah Valeska)

Requested by: anon, Forever tag:@missmelodramatic, @merlin-dahlia, @alex–awesome–22, @elllie-does-the-posts, @floatlosers, @merlieve, @queen-of-books, @glimmering-darling-dolly@denkisclown, @wildieflower, @meyocoko, @bubblybrianna, @justanothercoco,   @subjecta13-thefangirl, @m-rae23, @harleyquinnswifeyfrfr, @swampthing07

Summary: Reader is a psychiatrist meeting Jeremiah in Arkham. For some reason she is the first to stick around despite being startled much during your first session. You find out you have lot's of things in common with him where you eventually kiss once during a session. Unable to stop thinking about the kiss, it keeps happening till your brother Bruce sees it and infuriates him.

The loud buzzing alarm startled you for a second. A gentle nudge in your back, pushing you forwards. One of the guards moving from behind you, heading for the door. The keys jiggling against one another as he revealed them. – “Don’t feel discouraged Misses Wayne if things turn out differently.” – he spoke, looking briefly your way. You straightened your back, pressing your folder closer to your chest.

“You are not the first psychiatrists to have a go at the mad man.” – he turned back, setting the key in the hole, giving it a hard twist. He pulled a bar aside, thumping loud against the metallic door. With a loud creak, he opened the door giving you a faint view of inside the room. The guard stepped aside, offering you to go. You stepped up to him, waiting hesitantly in the door opening. – “No shame in running away, Wayne. Just say the word and I’ll shut the door once more.” – he suggested while you took a deep breath.

“No!” – you said clearly, startling him. Staring fiercely in front of you. – “I do not back away.” – picking up all your courage you entered the appointed room in Arkham. The door shutting heavily behind you. A clear sense of entrapment in your head. You heard the jingle of cuffs with the creaking of a chair. – “Well, well.” – he spoke leaning closer as his face came into the light. It made you swallow nervously trying to hide it. – “A new puppy I see.” – he continued, curling up a devious smile.

He barked in your direction, making you jump out of your skin. Your reaction only giving him more pleasure. Chuckling loud, he leaned back in his chair, face casted with a shadow. You recollected your courage, setting your expression neutral. – “May I sit?” – you asked gesturing at the chair. Valeska opening his hands for you to do as you please. The chair scraped back as you came sitting down. Jeremiah leaning forwards again. – “Afraid I’ll bite?” – he questioned seeing how far you sat from the table.

Jeremiah bit your way, finding himself amusing. Swallowing nervously, you tried for it to not affect you. You shoved your chair closer to the table. – “Better?” – you asked him with a quirked up eyebrow. Jeremiah inhaled loud through his nose, moving back on his chair. He patted his thigh with a smirk. – “If you wish it has the best seat in the house.” – he pointed out, asking you bluntly to come sit on his lap. You smiled politely back at him.

“Let us settle like this first.” – you told him. Jeremiah didn’t comment on it. Taking a deep breath, you set your folder down on your lap. – “Mister Valeska. My name is Y/n Wayne, and I shall be your psychiatrist for today…” – you informed him. Jeremiah shot awake, grabbing the bar where his hands were cuffed onto tight. – “Did you say Wayne? As In Brucey Wayne? Gotham’s richest orphan kid?” – he called out with such delight; it frightened you a bit.

“Does it matter?” – you asked him barely giving him any attention. He chuckled humorously. – “Oh it sure does doll.” – he answered happy beyond himself. You quirked your eyebrow up when he slid his cuffed hand closer to your side of the table. – “You see.” – he started sitting casually in the chair. – “Brucey and I are somewhat best of friends.” – he informed you. – “I doubt that.” – you responded plainly. Jeremiah tilted his head to the side. Eyeing you hungerly. – “Don’t be saddened I’m sure we can become best friends too.” – he set his elbow on the table, holding a finger up.

“But do know Brucey will always be number one. You mustn’t be sad about it” – he spoke out with pouty lips. It made you roll your eyes with a loud scoff. – “Shall we begin our session?” – you suggested, cutting off the approaching conversation before it could begin. Jeremiah furrowed his brows. – “Cousin?” – he said out loud, pointing at you. It made you frown figuring out what he was trying to do till it suddenly became clear. He was trying to guess what relation you might have to Bruce.

“Aunt? No, not aunt you’d be too young and hot for that.” – he said to himself, letting his finger brush over his lips. – “Mister Valeska may I please.” – you asked. He shushed you loud with a wave of his hand, startling you. – “What is it?” – he annoyingly asked himself, tapping his fist against his forehead. You sighed deep knowing you weren’t going to make any progress like that. – “Sister, can we continue now?” – you let him know.

Jeremiah clapped his hands loudly together. – “Sister!” – he exclaimed. Clearing you throat, you hoped to bring him back to the subject. – “Mister Valeska?” – you addressed him. – “If you are done being as happy as a five year old given candy, can we continue?” – he quirked his eyebrow up at you and your reference. He turned jumpy towards you, setting his hand under his chin. – “I’m all ears Wayne or should I call you Dr. Wayne?” – he snickered, shoulders shuddering along.

Exhaling loud you knew you were going to get no where with him today. – “Alright Mister Valeska.” – you told him, closing your folder on your lap. – “Jeremiah.” – he insisted, staring your way. – “Mister Valeska.” – you pressured on wanting to keep it professional. – “Jeremiah! Dr. Wayne, Jeremiah!” – he slammed his hands loud on the table, startling you once again. You had lost count at how many times you had been startled by him now.

Hating yourself for breaking professionalism with him, you had no choice. Jeremiah Valeska was unlike any other psychiatric patient. – “Jeremiah!” – you said clearly bothered. – “We don’t have to talk.” – you informed him. Jeremiah furrowing his brows. – “We can simply sit here in silence if you do not wish to co-operate.”

He puffed loud. – “I don’t mind. I’m getting paid anyways so if I talk or remain silent it doesn’t change anything.” – you twitched your eyebrow up with a sarcastic smile. Jeremiah chuckling all of the sudden. – “You wouldn’t be able to resist my charm.” – he said to you. – “We’ll see about that.” – you answered.

The familiar buzzing alarm went off again. Watching the guard open the doors once more for you. He gave you a respected nod before you entered. He was very much surprised when you left the first session in one piece and when the demand of Valeska got send in to see you again. It surprised them as you were the first psychiatrist Valeska demanded to see again. They had no idea how you did it, but whatever worked for them.

It was getting exhausted to stay on the look-out for new psychiatrist to send his way. As usual sat Jeremiah already down, handcuffed to the table. – “Dr. Wayne.” – he exclaimed happily, moving his hands up to you. You waiting for the door to close behind you before approaching him. Jeremiah furrowing his brows as you didn’t come sitting down as usual. – “I thought we could start our session with something new.” – you explained coming to stand near him at his side of the table.

You started taking out photo’s from your folder, placing them in front of him. Jeremiah looked briefly at the photo’s before his gaze went towards you. Your eyes widened suddenly he came sniffing you. Groaning in pleasure as his eyes almost rolled back. – “Done specially for me?” – he questioned looking all innocent. – “If you say so Jeremiah.” – you answered, placing another photo down. Jeremiah smirked moving his left cuffed hand closer to the bar, giving his right cuffed hand more reach.

You gasped when you felt his hand on your thigh. Rubbing swiftly up your waist to your back. Grunting loud he pulled at you. You fell down on his lap, feet flopping up. – “Much better.” – he mumbled, keeping his hand on your inner thigh. – “Jeremiah!” – you called out, struggling to get back up. The friction your bottom was giving on his lap only making him smile more. – “Let me go! What are you doing?” – you called out as he kept pressing his hand down on your thigh to keep you in place.

“Enjoying the show.” – he responded. Tensing your jaw, you started using your hands to push yourself off him. Jeremiah removing his hand from your thigh to come and grab at your hands. – “Jeremiah!” – you called out. – “Y/n!” – he answered amusingly to mock your pleads. He moved his legs apart making you shift down in your position. Jeremiah holding your hand, your back caught by his arm. Him smiling cunningly down at you.

It made you swallow nervously at how close he was to you. So close you could see the color changes in his eyes. – “We both know you want this.” – he whispered to you, letting go of your hand to slide his hand up your cheek. Suddenly flustered, you shuddered at his touch. Heart beating loud against your chest. Did you want this? Jeremiah didn’t gave you much time to think, tilting your chin up by his finger.

Pressing his lips gently onto yours. Heart beating even faster as a sensation in your brain was released. You straightened yourself, coming to sit better on his lap. Moving your hand to his neck, kissing him roughly back. Hearing him hum loud against your lips made you grab for him rougher. Maybe this was what you wanted. Suddenly aware of what you were doing, you pulled away.

Getting off his lap. Staring in shock at him, finger gently touching kissed lips. – “Why’d you pull away Y/n? I’m up for a round two.” – Jeremiah said as you couldn’t tell if he was playing around with you or sincere. The last few sessions you had noticed how much you had in common with him. Except for the insanity of murdering people.

The cuffs jingled against the bar when he pleadingly moved his hands to you. – “Please… I want more…” – he begged. – “I want you Dr. Wayne.” – clearing your throat, you moved around the table to sit down. – “I have placed some photo’s for you Jeremiah.” – you spoke making him roll his eyes at how formal you were acting.

Jeremiah smirked, wiping his hands over the table, sending the photo’s flying. – “Oops.” – he said innocently with a chuckle. You exhaled deep, leaning back in your chair. – “Shall… shall we pick up where we left off.” – you suggested. Jeremiah came setting his elbows on the table, hands under his chin. – “The kiss.” – he spoke. – “Your past.” – you cut through. He puffed loud not interested in speaking about that.

Licking your lips you couldn’t deny how his lips have contaminated yours. His alluring eyes making it harder for you to concentrate on anything but the kiss that had happened. – “Let’s continue to talk about your past.” – you told him. Jeremiah crossed his arms. – “I’ll maybe do so if you kiss me Y/n.” – he made clear. Despite wanting to just keep the conversation going you got up anyways. Coming to sit at the edge of his side of the table. – “Good girl.” – Jeremiah mumbled setting his hand on your thigh.

“I won’t speak till you kiss me Dr. Wayne.” – he pushed on making you lean down. He smiled, touching your chin relieved to feel your lips on his once more. You pulled away flustered. – “Now…” – you started, Jeremiah swaying his finger. – “No, no.” – he responded bringing you closer for another kiss. – “You are my favorite Wayne.” – he whispered lips released briefly from yours. – “No longer Bruce?” – you answered smiling against his lips. He commented on your answer by kissing you forcefully.

You barely heard the voice on the intercom that announced your brother was visiting. The door opened as Bruce entered. – “Y/n!” – he called out loud, startling the both of you. – “Bruce!” – you responded jumping up. Jeremiah chuckling as he waved amusingly at Bruce. – “Hello Brucey.” – he said. Bruce ignored Jeremiah looking with disgust and anger at you. – “What were you doing?” – he shouted. – “I…I…I…was…” – you blurted out unable to find the right words. – “Kissing Brucey.” – Jeremiah answered making you shoot a glare at him.

He was most definitely not helping. Bruce clenched his hand, glaring at Jeremiah. He grabbed you roughly by the arm, pulling you behind him. – “You stay the hell away from her!” – he made clear. Jeremiah pouting his lips. – “Are you sad you are no longer my favorite?” – Jeremiah teased getting under his skin. Bruce tensed his jaw, tightening his grip around your wrist. – “What game are you playing?” – he wanted to know. Looking then over his shoulder to you.

“And for you to fall into his trap. I thought you were smarter sister.” – his words made you look shameful away. Jeremiah punched his hands loudly in the table, getting his attention. – “The game Brucey is that I am deeply affected by your sister.” – he let him know. – “Liar!” – Bruce yelled as you had to hold him back. – “Don’t be so rude… brother-in-law.” – he laughed out, upsetting Bruce more.

“Bruce, Bruce please!” – you called out, keeping him away from Jeremiah. He puffed out of breath, pointing sternly at Jeremiah. – “This is the last time you’ll see her. I’ll make sure of it!” – he said in anger. Jeremiah laughing maniacally when Bruce started dragging you with him. – “These bars won’t hold me. I’ll see you soon my dearest love!” – he called out as Bruce dragged you through the hallway, having left the door open.  

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[mochie85]

To Have and To Hold - Chapter 2

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Summary: You and Loki spend time apart, but your reunion is not exactly how either of you planned. A/N: Thanks to @lokisgoodgirl for the help on this chapter. I would have been stuck at writer's block and you guys would not have had a chapter 2. Pairing: Loki x OFC/Reader Word Count: Over 3.4k (It's a long one, folks) Tags/Warnings: Lots of angst. I mean...LOTS. Gunshot - nothing too graphic. Possibly some bad decisions made by our girl...who knows...I don't know. 🤷‍♀️ Dividers by: @firefly-graphics

Loki stayed in your room all night, hoping you would return so you could talk about what happened. He knew he said some awful things. He accused you of being manipulative and deceitful. All of which he never believed. Not once. So why did I say those things to her?

He was shocked. It was just like the fates to pull a stunt like this. He wanted, so bad, to be a part of your world, and you in his. He didn’t want to hide your relationship anymore. He got his wish. Sometimes he thought the fates were more wily and mischievous than he was.

Talking to his brother calmed him, surprisingly. He couldn’t remember the last time they had a heart-to-heart talk over imbued spirits. Thor, of course, was surprised about the secret relationship you two had. Or at least, he was kind enough to act surprised. Neither of you really tried to keep it under wraps.

By the end of the session, Thor looked…elated at being an uncle. Loki could only imagine what was going through his head. Sigh. He’d rather know what’s going on in your head.

A sudden burst of the door startled him out of his thoughts. He looked up from where he was sitting on the floor, leaning onto the foot of your bed.

You barged into your room, in a hurry. Running in as if you needed to get something. You stopped when you found Loki waiting for you on the floor. He looked tired, holding on to the nearly empty bottle of gin. His eyes were bloodshot and his shirt looked wrinkled.

“Where have you been?” Loki asked relieved.

“Get out.” You commanded.

“Darling, we n…”

“Don’t ‘darling’ me. Get out. I don’t want to see you right now.”

“Well, when do you wanna see me?”

“Never.”

“Violet! We need to talk about this.”

“I don’t need to talk to you about shit! What I need to do is get ready for this urgent mission and you need to leave me the fuck alone.” You headed for your closet, grabbing your duffel bag.

“Listen…”

“No! You listen. Since last night, you made me feel like it was my fault! My issue! So I’m claiming it and making it my issue. And mine alone. I come in here and the first thing you ask me is where I’ve been?” you screamed at him.

The nerve! The audacity! Not even an apology?! “Were you sitting here, wondering if I’ve been fucking the whole compound? Looking to see who my next baby daddy is? So I can entrap them too?” you mocked him. You grabbed your small toiletries from the bathroom and noted how the grocery bag was on the counter. All the tests were still inside. He must’ve picked them up sometime last night and stashed them here.

“I never thought of you that way.”

“Oh, and what way is that? A gold digger, only after your money? Or your title? You know, not that it’s any of your business, but I spent the entire night at the lab. Just to answer your question. Bruce sure is mighty fine company,” you sneered. God, I need to stop talking. Don’t bring Brucey into this.

“All right, that’s enough!” Loki raised his voice.

“I’m leaving for this mission. So help you, God, if I come back and you’re not on your knees begging for my forgiveness you can kiss this relationship goodbye!”

So there’s still a chance! Loki thought. “Vee…”

“No! the first words I better hear from you are an apology. Or I don’t want to hear it. I shouldn’t have to fucking tell you! You should know already you narcissistic asshole!” And with that, you slammed the door on his face yet again and made your way to the hangar.

Loki slammed the door open and followed you. He was about to say his mind. Give you his peace, but you quickly stopped in the middle of the hallway, dropping your bag. One hand was holding on to the wall, the other clutching your stomach. You winced in pain only momentarily before you schooled your expression, picked up your duffel, and continued walking.

“Darling…what was that? Are you ok?” He asked. All his anger forgotten.

“I’m fine, Loki. I’ll see you in a couple of weeks.” You said not turning towards him.

“Weeks!” Loki screamed out. “What about the…what about the baby?” he finished in a whisper.

“You didn’t seem interested in it last night?”

“Darling, please.”

“Please…what, Loki? You keep pleading with me but I don’t even know what you want from me. Last night you said you wanted me in your life and for the whole world to know! Then as soon as you find out about the tests, you turned on me like I was a disgusting piece of manipulative trash. So until you figure that out, don’t bother pleading with me for anything.” You stormed off, trying to hide the fact that you were clutching your stomach.

Days went by. And although you did speak to Loki over the phone, it was always very short and brief. You couldn’t believe you left the way you did. Without so much as a ‘goodbye’ said between the two of you. It hurt you to hear his voice. Both of you were on guard. Never really saying what needed to be said. Polite conversations about the mission or info that needed to be passed along.

At least on your part, you could use the excuse that there were other people around. The others that were with you still didn’t know about your involvement with each other, besides Thor. You wanted to keep it that way for the time being.

Thor had spoken to you about it one night. The others had gone to bed and you and Thor had stayed awake, taking turns on patrol.

“I cannot tell you how happy I am to hear that you and my brother had found love, milady.”

“Thank you, Thor. Even now? With the…you know?” you gestured to your stomach.

“I think, it’s wonderful news. I know my mother will be thrilled to witness Loki finally find his happiness.”

“Happiness? Ya, right. He practically kicked me out like a used trollop.”

“Forgive him, milady. He is very guarded. We’ve both been taught to be careful because of our stations and positions.” He appealed to you. You raised your eyebrow at him and gave him a cynical look. “That is not to say that if we find love we cannot express it. But rather to be mindful…of our actions.” Thor clarified.

“He accused me of doing this on purpose. To trap him into a relationship with me. Like I was a scheming social climber.”

“You have to understand milady, you hold within you the next generation of our royal lineage.”

“But don’t your future children take precedence?” You asked confused.

“Our customs don’t work that way. We are both kings, my dear sister. And we both have equal claim to the throne of Asgard if we chose to go back and do so. Loki more than me because of his Jotunn blood. He’s actually in line for two thrones.” Thor laughed.

Jotunn. You hadn’t even thought about that. Loki’s DNA. His genetic makeup. Are they even compatible with yours? You stuffed the notion into the back pocket of your mind to ask Bruce later when you get home. Right now, you were still reeling over the fact that you have a prince or princess growing inside of you.

“Father would be glad to know that there is someone to carry on the lineage. They would start the lessons and training right away.” Thor’s eyes glittered with excitement. “I would have loved to personally handle their battle training.”

“What do you mean?” You asked confused.

“The little one would be taken to Asgard, sister, to be cared for under our father and mother while we stay here on Midgard. They’ll learn about our culture and history. They’ll learn to defend themselves as true Asgardian Warriors.”

“What do you mean, right away? Wh-Where are Loki and I in all this? Did he know this was going to happen?” You asked almost hyperventilating. So many questions ran through your mind. Thor’s statement about taking the child away from you raised even more. You weren’t even sure you wanted to keep the baby yet. And here they were planning for its future.

“Loki and I talked briefly about it the night before we left for this mission. Loki didn’t think you wanted to leave your life here on Midgard so soon. There is duty and honor to be upheld, milady. Surely you will understand.” Thor watched you with uncertainty. He saw your eyes water and your breathing quicken. He was not sure of what to make of your reaction.

“Unless…you’d like to be there with the babe. You and Loki should be there of course. We would never wish to part you from your child.” He said looking at you patronizingly. “You will be whisked to Asgard as soon as you two make it official. You’ll be the princess to the people. And If Loki decides, and wins, his claim to the throne, a Queen someday.” Thor patted you on the back with a warm smile on his face.

Queen?! What the hell?!

All you did was fall in love. You never thought it would lead to a baby right away. And now, the future queen?!

“All I ever wanted was a quiet life back home, close to my family. I just wanted my knight in shining armor to grow old with. Not the Prince to make me his princess.”

“Have you spoken to Loki about this?” Thor asked.

“I didn’t give him a chance. I was just so angry and I left.” Tears started to trickle down your cheek. “I – I didn’t realize what this would mean. No wonder he was so shocked! He probably would be glad to get rid of it. Then get rid of me. It’s so much more complicated than I thought.” Tears fell down your face. You bit your lip trying to stop the wail that was about to come out of your mouth.

“I wouldn’t be so sure, milady. Before we left, he practically threatened to disembowel me if I let anything happen to you or the…” Thor said pointing to your belly. “He loves you. That is for certain. He would never throw away his chance at true happiness. He might fumble it a bit. But never doubt his love for you, dear sister.”

Does he love me? He said so much himself before he found out about the baby. Loki wanted to take the relationship public. “Thank you, Thor,” you said as a sniper’s bullet shot through you making you fall to the ground.

Loki was pacing back and forth in his room. You were due back next week and he wanted to practice his speech. He’s written it down on a napkin from the coffee shop down the street. The one you two frequented in secret. He would go there while you were away to think about you.

You were right. You were always right. He should’ve apologized. That was the first thing he should’ve done. The napkin in his hand had been crumpled and nearly see-through with all the handling and folding Loki has done to it. He placed it as the bookmark to one of the many books he bought about human pregnancy and what to expect.

He made his way down to the lab to ask Bruce questions regarding human anatomy and Jotunn biology. In a span of a week and a half, Bruce and Loki had formed a special trust with one another. Mainly because Bruce was the only other person besides Thor that knows of your involvement with each other.

Loki came to Bruce at first angry and beside himself. He was jealous at the fact that Bruce was the one you ran to when he himself pushed you away. But Loki couldn’t stay mad for long under Bruce’s gentle demeanor and The Hulk, shadowing his every move, not too far off.

Now, he’s thankful that you had Bruce to run to. His friendship proved invaluable and his wealth of knowledge insurmountable.

“As far as I know, Loki, she and the baby will be fine. You’ve brought over many past records and instances of Jotunns and other races mingling. There were only a few casualties. And it wasn’t because of the difference in genes but rather poor health conditions of the mother or lack of medical treatment,” Bruce reassured Loki for the millionth time. Loki took a big sigh. He knew he was bothering Bruce with the same incessant questions. But he was nervous and scared that something would happen to you.

Bruce placed a hand on his shoulder, “She’ll be fine,” he said. “Have you talked about it, though, since you found out?”

“No. Our conversations have been brief and usually about the mission that she’s on.” Loki sighed.

“Have you…have you considered that maybe she doesn’t want to keep the fetus.”

“I have,” Loki said looking up. Bruce just nodded his head. He didn’t want to pry any further. But Loki had become a good friend. Bruce remembered how distraught you were the night you found out and how he tried to help you. You talked about multiple scenarios and solutions until Fury came in asking for you to go on an urgent mission.

Watching the god before him crumble at the thought of losing you was a real eye-opener.  Bruce saw a new side to him. One that he was glad to call a friend. Because of their budding friendship, he wanted to make sure that Loki has thought about all the other multiple scenarios and solutions as well.

“It will be her choice. Always her choice. I would love her no matter what.” Loki said, looking down at his bookmark napkin, the one with his love written all over it.

“All medical personnel please be on hand,” FRIDAY announced through the speakers. “All medical personnel please be on hand. Airstrip Alpha. One injured. Bullet wound through the chest. Female.”

It was late Sunday night. The team wasn’t supposed to be back for another four days. The announcement alarmed Loki. The description of the injured describes you. Although, it could be any of the agents that went with you.

Please not her. Please not her. He ran alongside Bruce to Airstrip Alpha. His long legs got him there much quicker than any of the other medical staff. He saw the quinjet’s back door open midair before it ever had time to land. Thor had jumped down from such a great height carrying someone in his arms.

When he landed, he and Loki immediately locked eyes, and he knew.

“NOOOOOOO!!!” Loki screamed out.  He ran towards Thor reaching for your body. He pushed Thor away as he cradled you. Thor stood back, his face a portrait of pain and remorse.

“Loki?” you whispered.

“I’m here darling. I’m here.” Loki said wiping the hairs off your face. He looked up and saw the medical staff running towards them, Stephen Strange behind them. Loki cradled you close and ran towards them. Strange summoned a portal to the medical wing's operating room. Everyone stepped through and Loki placed you on the gurney.

There was chaos erupting everywhere. Hands and voices toppling over each other, trying to open your suit. Trying to pry your wound. Trying to save your life.

And the life of your child.

“Loki! Loki! Look at me.” Bruce tried to get his attention. “She’s alive. She’s alive! And we’re gonna do all we can but I need you to step outside. Ok.”

“I – I can help. I have seidr. I can locate the bullet…or, or…stop the blood…or…” Norns there was so much blood.

“No. You’re too close. Too emotional. Stephen is here. He has powers too.

“But what about the…” Loki tried to argue.

“I will handle it,” Bruce said.

“Come brother,” Thor said as he placed his hand on Loki’s shoulder.

“Don’t you dare touch me! You were supposed to keep her safe!” Loki smacked Thor’s hand away from his shoulder. “Disemboweling you now would be a great mercy. Would you like to know why? Because there are healers here that can probably save your life!” a dagger materialized in Loki’s hand, pointing it directly at Thor.

A portal opened up to the hallway outside and in a flash, it traveled over both the brothers putting them away from the emergency that was happening to you.

“Goodbye,” Strange said as he closed the portal on both of them.

“I was with her the whole time, Loki. I never left her side.” Thor screamed.

“So why is there a bullet in her and not you?!”

“Loki. I swear to you. That attack came out of nowhere. Natasha and Barnes are still there, hunting down whoever attacked her.” Thor said with the blade pressed up against his throat.

Loki was overwhelmed with grief. He pushed off of Thor and began to pace the halls. “For the sake of this realm and everyone in it. She better live.” Loki seethed. His anger and misery ebbing out of him like steam.

Not long after. The operation concluded with the medical staff drained and exhausted. They all congratulated each other on a job well done, and successful surgery.

“Bruce. St-Stephen.” You croaked out.

“Hey…you should be sleeping. None of this heroic stuff. You just got shot.” Bruce said.

“I’ll be fine. Is…” you looked over at Stephen. Then your eyes wandered over to the rest of the staff that was putting things away and cleaning up the room.

“The baby is fine. Still growing.” Strange answered your question. Great! Your secret was just now made public.

“I ask for one thing. And one thing only.” You said aloud so that everyone in the room could hear you. “If anyone asks, and I mean ANYONE from outside of this room asks, tell them I lost the baby.” You looked down, refusing to meet anyone’s eyes. You had your reasons. No one was entitled to them but yourself. “Please. I will only say, that it’s for my safety and the safety of the child that I ask…that no one says anything about it.”

“But what about Loki?” Bruce asked.

“Especially, Loki. I’m doing this for Loki. Please, Bruce. Stephen. He can’t know.” You looked up. Pleading with both of them. Stephen circled his fingers and a bright round sigil formed on top of each of the staff’s heads.

“I have altered their memories, slightly. They will remember seeing you were pregnant, but that the baby was lost.” When he finished, the staff’s mood turn more somber and pained. They refused to look up at you, sorry for your supposed loss.

You started crying. An emotion befitting a mother who had just lost her child. You were overwhelmed with the events that just happened. You were scared of the plan that you had just implemented. But for you to keep your baby. For your child to have a happy, normal life, no one can know that they exist. Especially Odin.

Loki sat on one of the chairs in the lounge. His leg - restless, as it jittered up and down waiting for news of either your recovery or of your untimely departure.

When Bruce walked in, Loki all but accosted him for the update. “Good news. She is alive and well.” Loki was overpowered by relief that he hugged Bruce. “She’s resting right now. Recovering. You can probably see her.” Bruce patted Loki on the back, sighing. The next bit of news he was about to give would leave a bad taste in his mouth for as long as he lived. “The bad news is…”

Loki let go of Bruce to look into his eyes. There was bad news! There was always bad news. He should’ve known. Fate would never be so kind to him as to just give him a happy ending.

“…the baby didn’t...” Bruce tried looking down. “The baby didn’t…I’m sorry Loki.” Bruce said.

Loki’s heart broke twice that day. Shattered into indistinct pieces. He had no idea how to move forward. How to talk to you. How to help you. “I think you should talk to her, Loki. Be honest about your feelings. You two need to have a real, candid conversation.” Bruce said looking deeply into his eyes as if he was trying to convey something.

Loki nodded his head, thinking that he understood what Bruce meant. He walked over down the hall up to your door and knocked.

“Come in.” You said weakly.

“Darling,” Loki said as he opened the door and walked in.

⬅️Chapter 1 | Chapter 3➡️

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[miles-morxales]

like father like son.

Dick Grayson x fem!reader

warnings! :child neglect, bruce needa do better😬, arguing, slight obsession, attachment issues

IN WHICH, Dick Grayson feels like since he doesn’t feel enough love at home from bruce, maybe attaching himself to catgirl to fill his slightly empty heart could work.

part 1: first time meeting.

“Whose that?” A young 15 year old Dick asked Bruce. Next to Catwoman was a shorter and younger girl. “Catgirl, apparently catwoman has a new sidekick. I assume you know what to do?” Bruce said in a all too familiar monotone voice. Catwoman was doing a different  job than usual. No stealing jewelry or robbing a bank. No no no.. This time, she was stealing.. fertilizer? And she brought a friend too.

“I know I know. Distract with the girl while u go and flirt with Catwoman blah blah blah.” “i do not- you know what, just do it.” (We all know you on her bad brucey bruce, it’s ok🙂).

While Batman went to go stop Catwoman’s shitty plan (pun intended🤭) Dick had to go stop Catgirl. Of course he got stuck doing the easy job! So fun. Catwoman and Batman were having a full on cat chase (I’m full of puns today🤭) and he to distract some new chick on the block.Except, maybe it wasn’t as easy as he thought.

IN THE WAREHOUSE (still full of shit)

Dick’s POV:

So I walk in right? No, I kick the fucking door down, trying to do you know a cool entrance. Just for no one to be seen. “Come out kitty kitty kitty.” I looked around for a good 3 minutes, then just as I was about to tell Batman no one was there I felt a breath on my neck. “Boo.” I gasped and almost fell over. Where tf did she come from?

“I’ve heard a lot about you Boy Wonder. Let me guess, while Batman goes and chase around Catwoman, you got sent to distract me from loading more fertilizer into the truck?” Damn I didn’t know it was that obvious ☹️. “Uh, no?” It came out more like a question than a answer. “Sure..” She said. “So, you gonna try and turn me in or what?” She said circling me. “Um, that is kinda my job. So if you wouldn’t mind.” I tried to grab her arms and hold her but she quickly turned to the side and kicked me in my stomach. Uhmmm, ouchhh?

“First thing you need to know about me, I’m nothing like Catwoman. I’m not into the long game. Number two, what made you think it would be that easy in the first place?” She said as I was taken aback by her swiftness. “Well Catgirl, I apologize for underestimating you. Friends.” I said walking closer and putting my hand out. She scoffed, but eventually shook my hand with a fake smile on her face.

I them twisted her hand behind her back, taking the other in my grasp. “Fuck you.” She said, I chuckled at her statement. “Just doing me job. You shouldn’t be trying to fall into a life of crime with Catwoman anyway.” “Is this the part where you try and convince me to “Do better!” and “to make better choices!”Robin?” She says in this weird type of voice. I don’t know why but it catches me off guard and she slips away, try’s to kick me again but I catch her foot. “Nice try, but this is not gonna take long. We’re in a huge warehouse, in the middle of the mountains full of shit. I don’t wanna be here as much as you don’t.”

She flips off my hand and lands on her feet swiftly. “Well i don’t wanna be here more. She said if I don’t go she’ll take my door off of the hinges and that I can’t do anymore jobs with her for a week. You think I wanna be here in the cold, in a place full of horse dookie?” I snort at the word dookie. She’s funny. I take a minute to take in her features. She has longer hair than Catwoman, in a ponytail coming out her suit. Beautiful really, and perfect y/e/c eyes.  “Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” She says, I snap out of my staring and I can feel heat creeping up my neck. How embarrassing.. 

*cue fight scene where he ends up catching you outside the warehouse and they are both out of breath*

“Fina-fucking-lly, you know for Batman’s sidekick you’re really bad at shutting up and just catching ppl.” She says, damn that kinda hurt. “Says the one whose hands are literally roped together?” “Touché.” She says smirking and winking at me. I feel my stomach flutter a little. Just as I’m about to say something, Batman shows up behind me, Catwoman nowhere to be found. “Good work Robin, now let’s get her somewhere safe.” I take her hand and walk towards the batmobile with Batman. As we approach it, I turn around and she’s nowhere to be found anymore.. whatttt😱.

Okay okay.. so I might have let go of her hand on while she untied the knot without noticing.. but can you blame me?? I could barely feel my hands in the first place in this weather, let alone hers?? When we notice, both catwoman, Catgirl and the truck are gone. Let’s just say Batman was not happy on the ride home..

When we got back, he sent me to my room. Whispering how I should’ve noticed to himself, as if I don’t already feel bad. First, it’s freezing. Second, I get stuck in a warehouse full of shit fighting off some catwoman sidekick, then the minute he actually says I did a good job she gets away. As if Catwoman didn’t get away either?? “Would you like some hot chocolate Master Dick?” Alfred says, peeking through my room door. “No thank you Alfred, I’m off to bed.” 

a/n: it’s currently 2:45 in the morning rn- anyways this is part one of a 5 part lil series, hope y’all enjoyed, I haven’t written in ages. bye bye! Muah

[okaykawaa]

𝙄’𝙈 𝘽𝙇𝙊𝘾𝙆𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙔𝙊𝙐 - tbp texting fic !

(This story includes cursing,non- canon reactions these on not my characters this is just for fun 🫶 I might make this a series)

bruce : mintisthebest

griffin: acrobat

billy: readallaboutit

robin : redrobin

finney : iheartspace

vance : pinheadvance

gwen : thebetterfighter

donna : maincharacterfr

𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐳𝐞𝐫𝐬

Text Message

Thursday 1:13 PM

iheartspace : pls send help 🙁

mintisthebest : what happened this time 💀?

iheartspace : so today In class I fell asleep right Mr Fletcher Called on me and when I didn’t answer he hit the desk in the middle of class and everyone was staring at me it was embarrassing plus I think I was drooling ☹️

acrobat : sounds like a you problem 🤷

iheartspace : kys

acrobat : love you to pookie 🥺

iheartspace : STOP.

mintisthebest : hold on isn’t Robin in the same class as you?

iheartspace : yes… and he heard me snoring in class 😟

mintisthebest : 😨 ..nah that’s embarrassing 💀

iheartspace : don’t remind me ☹️

𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐳𝐞𝐫𝐬

Thursday 9:17 PM

iheartspace : YALL ROBIN JUST POSTED 😍

acrobat : if you don’t shut the fuck up and go to sleep.

iheartspace : NOOO LOOK :(

iheartspacehassentapost!

mintisthebest : finney… he just posted that 55 seconds ago so how the fuck ?😟

readallaboutit : bro stalking???? 😭

iheartspace : IM NOT YOU GUYS I SWEAR 🙁 IT WAS ON MY FEED

readallaboutit : 😟.. sure

iheartspace : do you guys wanna go somewhere?

mintisthebest : ..like right now? 🤨

iheartspace : yeah..

acrobat : HELL NO. GO TO SLEEP

iheartspace :

mintisthebest : WAIT WAIT

iheartspace : what.

mintisthebest : Vance is online I’m scared I think of texting him but idk what to say 😞

iheartspace : still can’t this get that this is who u like 💀 bros a criminal

acrobat : HOLD ON DIDNT YOU HOLD THE DOOR FOR THE POLICE THAT DAY ?? 😟

mintisthebest : .

mintisthebestisoffline !

readallaboutit : LMAOOO

mintisthebestisonline !

mintisthebest has blocked iheartspace !

iheartspace : DID HE JUST ????😟

acrobat : 🤷

iheartspace : BRUCEY WUCEY IM SOWWY ☹️

readallaboutit : he’s gonna def keep you blocked after that 💀

Iheartspace : STFU

iheartspace : BRUCCEEE PLS IM SORRY UNBLOCK ME 🥺

acrobat has taken 2 screenshots of chat

iheartspace : what did you just ss…😰

acrobat : I’m texting Bruce rn he said to say sorry then he’ll unblock you ��

iheartspace : …apologize? nah his crush is the criminal Britney Spears song 💀

acrobat has taken a screenshot

acrobat : he said he’s not unblocking you for that

iheartspace : B-B-B-BUT ITS TRUE ☹️

readallaboutit : I know you didn’t just stutter through text. 💀

iheartspace : yeah I did and what about it 🤨

acrobat : better be glad I don’t send these messages to Robin 🤭

iheartspace has went offline !

readallaboutit : 😭

𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐳𝐞𝐫𝐬

Friday 2:23 AM

mintisthebest : GUYS

acrobat : why are you up

readallaboutit : ur up also 💀 fym?

mintisthebest : so like I don’t know what to do I think I’m gonna ask Vance to hang out tomorrow 🙁

acrobat : okay…big step

mintisthebest : ..I might have to unblock finney for this one

mintisthebest has unblocked 1 contact !

iheartspace : now what the fuck why’d you unblock me it’s ..2 am 🤨

mintisthebest : finney dms.

readallaboutit : oh he’s serious he added a dot 😟

acrobat : that’s a period you dumbass

readallaboutit : yeah 4 u pookie Wookiee 🥺

acrobat : you must want to get blocked n reported.

bruce 🫶🏼

finneywinney : so what’s up?

bruce 🫶🏼 : I was thinking of yk hanging out with Vance and asking him I don’t know what he’ll say so I need you as back up and to help me ☹️

finneywinney : okay..I hope it’s good help

bruce 🫶🏼 : good help? Tf is good help?

finneywinney : idk but it’s good help 🤷

bruce 🫶🏼 : okay..well as I was saying I need your help I have a feeling he might invite Robin yk so..I need you to come in

finneywinney : WAIT FR????

bruce 🫶🏼 : most likely BUT I’m not sure so don’t get your hopes up

finneywinney : oh okay

bruce 🫶🏼 : I’ll either text him or ask him at school I’m not sure yet

finneywinney : you know you can’t catch that mf at school he always in fights 🤨

bruce 🫶🏼 : your this close 🤏🏼 to being blocked again

finneywinney :

[sushiosims]

Billy and Morgan - Chapter 4

Morgan gets to school, and she is so busy scanning the hallway for that now familiar, freckly cheery face, she doesn't notice the twisted, angry one heading straight for her 'Where the fuck were you last night? If I call YOU ANSWER' Bruce spat the words like bullets

'Bruce, please don't speak to me like that' Morgan says, embarrassed, truth be told, she is used to being shouted at by him, for not being the 'perfect girlfriend' but not in front of people...

'I will speak to you how I please, now where the fuck were you? With your Junkrat?' Bruce snarls.

Morgan looks at him in disgust, hating his sneering face...what is she even doing with him?

Greta Laurent, a newish student was walking past, and hears what is going on

'Geez Brucey, calm your jets, she was with me last night...damn. You drop an extra roid in your protein shake today?'

Morgan winces, grateful for the save, but she can see the anger in Bruce

'Thanks again for that last night, you really helped me out, you know how much I suck at history' Greta says, looking at Morgan

Morgan stammers 'You're welcome'

'Hey, you have any tampons?' Greta adds

'Er, yeah, in my locker'

'Cool, meet me in the ladies then?' and Greta walks off towards the toilets

'Why did you do that?' Morgan asks as the door closes behind her

Greta grimaces,

'The guy is a dick, he shouldn't be talking to you like that'

Morgan laughs, 'That's a given, but you didn't have to put yourself out, don't get me wrong, I am glad you did, thank you!'

'Anything I can do for you, to repay you?' Morgan asks

'Well, I'm new here, and no offence, but you guys are kinda cliquey' she laughs 'Maybe say hi to me? Let me sit with you all at lunch? Just get me an in?' she asks hopefully laughing self consciously.

Morgan grins, feeling an immediate bond with this girl 'Is that all? Consider it done'

For the remainder of lunch, Morgan sat and chatted to her best friend Luna, 'So yeah, he basically grabbed me, and pinned me, and told me not to disrespect him again...he's always nasty, but this is the first time he has laid a hand on me...so yeah. I think that's it this time'

Luna looks up from her phone in shock 'He hurt you? And wait, what? You are going to break up with Bruce? Actual, for real?'

Morgan nods, fighting back the tears 'My mum is gonna be so mad, but I can't stay with a guy that treats me like that'

'You queen!' Luna cheers

'I know you have always hated him, I just think it's time I started doing what I want, not what is expected of me' Morgan says with determination

Luna laughs, 'And this has nothing to do with a certain new boy with adorable sticky out ears is it?'

Morgan keeps a straight face 'Whatever do you mean?'

Little did they know Wolfgang was sitting behind them, listening to every word. Wait till he tells Billy!

Sitting in class that afternoon, Morgan can't stop thinking about the night before, she looks up, picturing the starry sky, and remembering the feeling of being so close to Billy. Bruce had never made her feel like that. Bruce had never really made her feel anything...she wonders where Billy is, she has been looking out for him all day, but hasn't seen him at all...

A cough and small 'ahem' breaks her out of her reverie

'Excuse me Morgan? Care to share your musings with the class when you come back to earth?'

Everyone giggled and looked at Morgan waiting for a response Without missing a beat Morgan smiles and answers,

'Every star you see in the night sky is bigger and brighter than our sun'

Miss Mayflower blinks and stares blankly at Morgan for a second, 'Well, yes. Very well...seeing as your inner thoughts were educational I will let you off with it this time...but please return to earth for the rest of the lesson' and she goes back to teaching the class

Morgan gets home and Moira had made her dinner, and had a fixed smile on her face 'Morgan, darling, sit down and eat!' she said overly brightly.

Morgan sighs, here they go again. The constant need to be 'perfect' 'Hi mum' she says flatly

'How was school darling?' Moira asks

'Actually not great mum, Bruce was nasty to me again, in front of everyone, I think I need to break up with him' she says sheepishly. And she is surprised it even came out, she didn't mean to say it, but the more she says it, the stronger she feels. She can do this.

Moira's fixed smile cranks up in intensity 'Now now dear, don't be hasty, it's just a little quarrel! And senior prom is coming up! You and Bruce are a dead cert for Prom King and Queen! All the local media are covering it!' her voice rising several octaves

Morgan fixes a smile on her face too 'Yeah, sure, just a stupid quarrel' she can still feel the pain where his fingers had dug into her neck the day before. She makes her excuses and leaves the table. Her mum shaken that her perfect daughter may be fucking up her perfect life.

She gets to the safe haven of her bedroom, and there is a quiet chap on the door. Her big sister Siobhan slips in to the room and sits beside her 'What's going on sis?' she asks concerned 'Is it mum being all Stepford again?'

'Yeah, I told her Bruce was nasty to me, and she basically told me to suck it up, that I have to be prom queen, and get her media attention...I mean, was she like this with you?'

'She tried, but I was too much hard work...when she had you she seen it as her second shot I think' Siobhan tells her, looking apologetic

Morgan sinks her head into her hands, and cries and Siobhan lays a comforting hand on her back 'Hey, its ok, soon I will be 25, my trust fund will be released to me, I will get outta here, you can come stay with me, whenever you need a break, I'm here'

'He hurt me Siobhan'

'Thanks Siobhan, I needed that' Morgan sniffs, all cried out

Siobhan takes her little sisters hands, 'Listen to me, you never, ever take that kind of shit from him again, you hear me? From anyone! Leave mum to me, I will talk to her, but you ever need anything? Talk to me!'

Morgan gets ready for bed, and is scrolling through Sim Bunny, rolling her eyes at all the vapid bullshit, when her phone buzzes, her heart quickens when she sees a picture of Billy's happy face pop up, and she can't help but smile

Billy - Hey Fyre, did you miss me today? :)

She lies back and smiles softly, 'Yes' she thinks

Morgan - No :p

....

Morgan - Where were you anyway?

Billy - Had an errand to run for Dad...anyway, I am up at the Bluffs, its a really clear night if you want to come up, I could teach you some more star stuff? :p

Morgan - Ugh, I am grounded after last night, sounds great though. Send me a picture of the sky!

A picture came through a second later and Morgan smiled and immediately set it as her screensaver.

Morgan - Looks amazing tonight! So bright

Billy - The picture doesn't do it justice, but I don't want you getting into more trouble...another night?

10 minutes pass, and Morgan is still looking at her phone, contemplating sneaking out. She has done it before, plenty of times. Her mum will be in bed listening to her whale noises already

Morgan - You still there? 🙄

Billy - Yep

Morgan - See you in 20 min

Hurriedly dressing, Morgan checks herself out in the mirror before opening her window, and sneaking down the trellis, a move showed to her when she was 15 by Siobhan, and has been well practiced ever since.

For Chapter 5 clicky clicky right...HERE

[edlikesboys]

Trans Edward + Riddlebat <3

Trans Edward coming out to Brucey boy. Eddie is cannon trans, because I said so.

CW. just a bit of angst (religious/childhood trauma)

Eddie shifted from left to right, fidgeting with his hands slightly, not an uncommon sight for the man. He made his way over to where Bruce was sitting and took a seat next to him ; surprising said man with his uncharacteristically silent demeanor.

“You’re unusually quiet” Bruce comments; eyes unmoving from the journal which detailed his nightly patrols. Eddie let out a nervous chuckle and nodded in agreement.

“Yeah I uh- I have a little something to tell you” Bruce’s eyes lift from whatever he was writing in his journal and he redirects his gaze to be looking directly at Eddie’s anxious face.

“Okay then, but I swear to god if it’s a stupid riddle I’m going right back to what I was doing” Eddie laughs at that and shakes his head.

“Nope, not a riddle. Just a… confession of sorts” Bruce’s eyebrows punch together in confusion; his eyes studying Eddie’s face for an answer.

“Okay then, what do you what to… confess?” Bruce asks carefully. Eddie sits in silence and then takes a deep breath before reaching out for Bruce's hand and squeezing it in his own.

"You know how I refuse to take my top off around you?" Bruce nodded, slightly confused but following what Eddie was saying. "I have a reason for doing that" Eddie explains slowly. He's slightly stalling but stuff like this really wracks the nerves.

"Okay." Bruce says simply, making sure that Eddie knows he's following before he quickly adds "You know you have nothing to be scared about around me, right?" Eddie nods in understanding but Bruce's words do nothing to calm his rapid pulse.

"I know" Eddie assures Bruce. "But- what if you think I'm weird?" This was a somewhat silly question as Eddie knew as well as anyone else that he was far from normal, even after removing the factor of his gender identity. Eddie was as far from normal as hot was from cold.

"You? Weird? No way" Bruce jokes, his mouth quirking up into a small smirk. Eddie laughs and playfully smacks him before his expression turns serious again.

"It's kind of hard for me to tell you so why don't I show you?" Bruce's brow quirks up and he nods, urging Eddie to continue. Eddies hands leave Bruce's and make their way to the hem of his shirt before he slowly pulls it up. Bruce is very confused at the gesture but quickly becomes concerned at the scars on Eddie's chest. He reaches out to touch them before catching himself and deciding not to out of fear of making Eddie uncomfortable.

"What happened?" Bruce asks. Eddie drops his shirt back down, feeling extremely exposed.

"I uh- had surgery" Bruce nods, obviously aware of that.

"Yes, but why?" He's still confused as to what Eddie is trying to tell him. As a vigilante he does a lot of 'detective work' and would definitely not think himself to be stupid but he's never been in a situation like this and the whole ordeal is somewhat puzzling to him.

"Bruce... I'm trans" It's obvious that it took a lot out of Eddie just to say those last two words. He shrinks in on himself and averts his gaze from Bruce's, hiding the tears that threaten to spill if Bruce decides that he can't accept Eddie after hearing that. Eddie expects Bruce to make a snarky comment before kicking him out of his house and life forever. Images of his upbringing flash before his eyes, the nuns scolding him for wearing baggy clothes and cutting his hair. Calling him a sinner and telling him to stop pretending to be something he's not.

Bruce remains silent, noticing how distressing this must be for Eddie. Bruce doesn't want to say the wrong thing; so instead of forcing out words he decides to pull Eddie into a hug, kissing his forehead before he pulls him into his chest. Eddie's quiet sobs create a dark wet patch on the front of Bruce's shirt but neither of them can bring themselves to care in this moment.

"Eddie, look at me" Eddie sniffles and pulls away from Bruce's embrace to look him in the eyes.

"You have killed people" Now it's Eddie's turn to be confused, he quirks his head in a silent question but Bruce carries on, "If I had more of an issue with you being trans than I did with the fact you've murdered people I think the problem would lie with me more than you". Eddie's eyes widen a little at Bruce's weirdly romantic sentiment. Eddie giggles before diving back into Bruce's chest, squeezing the life out of him before pulling back to look deep into Bruce's eyes.

"I love you, Brucey" Eddie says, dreamily. Bruce flushes but decides that this is a special moment and he should probably say it back, even if it was embarrassing.

"Yeah, I love you too, Ed" Eddie squeals and falls into Bruce's embrace.

[kitcat992]

│Identity Saga │Narrative Discourse (Tony Stark & Peter Parker's influence)

Identity Saga

Identity Crisis: Chapter 22│ Welcome to Wakanda

“You’re in your suit.”

The observation was more than just a truism. It was redundant. As obvious as saying the skies they flew across were blue, or that Clint had counted the arrows in his quiver exactly thirteen times since they took off.

And yet Tony knew why.

“Precautionary measures,” he insisted, as casually as he possibly could. The breezy tone wasn’t fooling anyone, not that he cared what anyone but Peter thought. 

When he saw the kid wasn’t buying it, he threw out a dismissive wave.

“Don’t sweat the small stuff.” The panel on his forearm closed shut, hiding the oval shaped device from view. “We’re only playing it safe. Just want to make sure this little importune flight is smooth sailing from take-off to landing. After all, we’re still not one-hundred-percent sure on what triggers the...other side of you.” 

The scoff from Bruce came out loud and clear.

“How ironic,” he mumbled, fiddling with a IV line that trailed back to Peter’s arm.

Tony resisted the urge to roll his eyes — and it was a hard resist at that, he could feel the muscles twitch across his eyelids. An armored hand laid across Bruce’s back and he squeezed gently to get the scientist’s attention.

“Now, now, Brucey-bear,” he started, earning a not-so-friendly look from Bruce. “I know you like all the attention, but we already figured out what your buttons are. And when not to push them. We have two Jekyll and Hyde’s now, and one of them isn’t playing very nicely. You’ll just have to share the spotlight.”

Bruce sighed, annoyed and frustrated, and worryingly of all, slightly angry.

“We both know I shouldn’t be here, Tony.” He dropped the line of the IV in favor of stroking his thumb across his temple. If he pressed any harder, he would have left an indent in his skin. “It’s too dangerous. If that symbiote comes out and I’m near —” 

“It’ll be fine,” Tony was all too quick to interrupt, and definitely the reason that Bruce started taking deep, controlled breaths. “No code greens, promise. Pinky promise, if you want. Kid says those are law binding. Top notch, as good as it gets.” 

Bruce didn’t look the least bit persuaded. And he absolutely didn’t take Tony’s outstretched, armored pinky finger when shoved his way. 

Identity Crisis: Chapter 30 │ All In The Family

T’Challa’s words rang in Tony’s head, even as the music blared from ahead. Fate was a tricky word for him. Religion and faith and everything that fell into that pot — even after all the trials life had put him through, he still couldn’t find the straight answer that suited him. The universe was simply far too vast for that.

As the song started up, he watched while Wanda grabbed Peter’s arm with both her hands and pulled him off the bed. The bass was too loud to hear their laughter, but the way their eyes crinkled and their mouths fell open was more than enough.

Shuri fell into hysterics as Wanda tried — tried — to dance with Peter.

The kid was doomed with two left feet.

A chuckle rattled his shoulders, enough that Tony lowered his chin to his chest until the moment passed.

If this is what believing in fate got him...maybe it wasn’t so bad after all.

The procession of lights reflected in his peripheral, and Tony turned to his arm — half the length of the kinetic skeleton visible through the short-sleeved Black Sabbath shirt he wore.

He cleared his throat, side-eyeing T’Challa even with his head bowed low.

“You’re not going to let me leave with this thing on, are you?” Tony asked, but it wasn’t really a question.

The smile that T’Challa wore answered him long before his words ever did.

“No.” T’Challa didn’t bother looking at Tony, not even as a single finger pointed down the way they came from. “The doctors will be waiting for you down the hall to remove it.”

Tony snapped his fingers and clucked his tongue, feigned disappointment mixing with real, albeit hidden, disappointment. He only took a few steps away from T’Challa before spinning back around on his heels.

“What if I promise not to market and sell it?” he asked — again, not really a question. Not when he already knew the answer. “Pinky promise? Kid says those are law binding.”

Tony tried offering T’Challa his pinky finger — from his once-injured arm, still gloved and wrapped in kinetic mesh.

T’Challa turned slightly to face him, his expression holding every word in the English dictionary. And some in Xhosa that Tony was slowly starting to learn.

Identity Crisis: Chapter 31 │ In A Quiet Lagoon, Devils Dwell

Turning away from the window, Peter saw Tony looking at him — really looking at him, the blue LEDs of the dashboard highlighting every stress line etched across his face. The concern that painted his expression didn’t go unnoticed.

It sucked leaving Harry like that. But it sucked even more making Mr. Stark worry the way he was.

“I’m good,” Peter insisted, a nod following suit. “Really, I’ll be okay.”

There was enough truth to his words that Peter didn’t feel like he was lying. He was being honest, after all. As much as he wanted to rebuild a friendship with Harry, Mr. Stark was right — the Avengers were right.

It was too dangerous.

He did what he had to do.

Didn’t mean it didn’t suck, though.

Tony’s eyebrow twitched, just by a centimeter; the smallest movement saying hundreds of words without vocalizing any of them. A look of disbelief and doubt.

Peter let himself relax, his smile warming at the edges.

“Pinky promise?” Peter outstretched his arm, every finger but his pinky curled into his palm, the smallest digit offered Tony’s way without hesitation. “It’s law binding, you know.”

Though Tony didn’t lose his expression of leeriness, like Peter, it softened at the edges. He rolled his eyes hard enough to join the wet leaves on the floor-mats of the car.

Yet even with the eye-roll, Tony offered Peter his pinky finger, clasping it in a firm hold until Peter’s smile became a bit more genuine. Only then did he return his hands to the steering wheel.

“Come on,” Tony said, one hand shifting the car into gear as the other flipped on the high-beams to the headlights. “Let’s head back upstate. Pick up some Szechuan Bean Curd on the way, what do you say?”

[giawang]

and if u REALLY think about it brucey won't live forever as a person but he will live a very very long time as a concept. which is my answer to the question about a tree falling down in the woods

[itsbrucey]

HI BESTIE GUESS WHAT I JUST FINISHED WATCHING (IT WAS BIGTOP BURGER OF COURSE IT WAS BIGTOP BURGER HOLY SHIT WHY THE FUCK DID I NOT TRY TO GET INTO THIS SOONER HOLY SHIT)

My brain chemistry was rewritten 3 years ago and I’m glad to have ruined yours as well. Lets spread this disease……together.

NO BUT FR?? IM SO GLAD YOU LIKED IT. PLEASE ALSO TELL ME ALL YOUR THOUGHTS ON IT ( and also hey. Bigtop burger DnDads au?? You in? /hj)

I haven’t seen the newest S2 upload which I know has new content and I’m just. So. Over the moon. And also scared bc whenever I talk about Bigtop Burger there always seems to be new content drops??? Ian Worthikids is watching me and takes pleasure in my torment.

THIS IS ALSO ANOTHER CHANCE FOR ME TO GRAB YOU. AND EVERYONE ELSE TO SAY. PLEASE LISTEN TO THE FULL MUSIC IN THE SHOW AND WORTHIKIDS’ OTHER STUFF. HES AN INSANELY TALENTED MUSICIAN AND ANIMATOR AND I THINK BIGTOP BURGER WOULDNT BE HALF THE SHOW IT IS WITHOUT THE LOVINGLY MADE SOUNDTRACK. FRIENDS IN LOW PLACES JUST GOT A REPRISE AND IT FUCKS SO HARD. THANK YOU EVERYBODY, GOOD NIGHT!!!!!!!!

[inkperch]

OK, real question, anyone know any Batman and Catwoman Roleswaps? ?

Like, I know Brucey is a lot harder to make any kind of sympathetic thief, but imagine: pretty boy Bruce Wayne, coping with the death of his parents by emulating his childhood hero, not Zorro but Robin Hood. Laundering the cash to get ins in the criminal world, then sending that clean money right into the nearest charity while he plots his next heist. Meanwhile... OK, Selina would be a lot easier if set had anything resembling a regular backstory, I swear the answers been different in literally every single Batman medium, but taking whatever motives and methods you want to give her and choosing to clean up the streets with them.

[thescarletbat]

Oncoming Storm

HARLEY & HER SÉANCE

Every turn was a dead end, nobody was giving her answers. She tried the nice and the hard way and they all said the same bullshit, “I don’t know.” If the Avengers were so great at saving the world, why couldn’t they find the missing people, why couldn’t they tell her where Klaus was? She asked the Hawk Guy the nice way, when he gave her lip and a lame excuse, well, Brucey’s breakfast ended up being Avenger Rump roast. It was a misunderstanding, apparently, she shoulda fed her Hyenas prior to interrogating one of the Avengers.

The only lead she found, Dr. Strange, withheld most details on the missing people, but as they sat together at a nice club, he told her they were in the Soulstone, but, to find it was near impossible. All she heard was find the stone and find Klaus. Nothing Strange said deterred her from her new mission. Find the Soulstone at all costs. 

Harley sped down the highway, pigtails blowing against the wind as she rode her stolen motorcycle back to Mr. J’s. Her hyenas rode passenger car tongues blowing in the wind. As they charged down the highway toward the inner city. The nightlife was quiet, cold and rainy. She picked up Mr. J’s favorite dessert, ice-cream cake with chocolate swirls. He'd had a long day busily musing on a new project,  date night together would cheer him up. It was all planned down to the detail. First cake, then a movie together where they could cuddle and– well, that part was best left for the whim. 

She needed the cheer up too, Klaus’s disappearance left Harley at a loss. Every clinic she raided and vigilante she beat up, nothing. The only option left was to stowaway on a spaceship and try to find the soul stone. She couldn’t leave her Puddin’, not after everything they’d been through, they were working it out.

The night she took a break to lay low, that’s when her puddin’ came back into her life. “Come on Harls, I’ll help you find your friend. We can make this work between us.” The Joker beamed and touched her cheek. He knew just what buttons to push, to make her weak in the knees and get a grin out of her.

How could she say no? Puddin’ just needed a little help, help she could provide even if she lost her license. She smiled and threw her arms around him tightly. He could help her find Klaus and maybe, maybe this could work. Puddin’ was nicer to her, every night he brought her candies and flowers, and every night they’d tear up the city like the good ol’ days. 

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The town was painted red; dancing to their own merry tune as they robbed and slaughtered the blue pigs that tried to ruin their fun. The old black and red jumpsuit was nostalgic, sending chills through her body. She hadn’t felt alive like this in years. Her and Mr. J, together again. This time, Harley knew they could make it work and it worked for six months. He made her feel like the only girl in the world that mattered to him. She did what he wanted without question, hoping that at some point, he’d uphold his promise to help her find Klaus. Bringing it up got Mr. J angry, maybe he was jealous? No, that couldn’t be, Puddin’ was the only one for her. She was used to him screaming at her, he was blowing off steam from a hard workday, or a run-in with Batwoman. It meant nothing. 

Reaching the run down apartment, Harley got off her motorcycle and grabbed the box of sweets from the back of her bike. A click of her tongue brought her Hyenas to her side patiently waiting for a treat or toy. She patted their head and skipped up the stairs toward their unit, slowing as she heard shouting. Crap, Puddin’ was in one of his moods. Lingering by the door, she tried to eve’s drop the reason for his rage.

“Harley! Harley!” Joker bellowed, where was that insufferable bitch? He looked out the closed blinds, seeing her bike parked across the parking lot. So she was home? He thought he heard her prattle on about going out. It didn’t matter. She needed to be his decoy keeping Batwoman and the Avengers busy while he rigged a hospital to pump his signature laughing gas into every ward. Harley’s stupid antics trying to find that junkie of hers put them on everyone’s radar. Instead of doing his original act he had to settle for second rate slaughter. Why did he take that girl back? She was nothing but a whiney pest.

As if on cue, Harley gingerly entered their cozy home, “yes puddin’?” She half smiled and crossed the living room to the couch where he sat, papers strewn all around him along with beer bottles and needles. His green hair was a sweaty mess, tie was undone. The bottles and needles were the tip he wasn’t *just* in one of his moods tonight. He was having one of his performance blocks, a few of their men died for interrupting him when he was in this state. Mr. J rarely had blocks like these, usually getting high and drunk helped ease his work tension. Her smile returned to her face, date night surely would ease his tension. She sat the dessert on the table, a cake that read `` love you.” 

“Trouble with your next and best, Puddin’ Pop?” She leaned in and gave his shoulders a rub, he slapped her hands away. 

He rolled his eyes transfixed on notes he was writing down. “Where have you been?” 

Harley hesitated, fearing the truth might set him off. He hated when she lied, the last time she tried he promised to cut her tongue out. He was funny with his threats sometimes. He wouldn’t be that mean to her, right? Yet she didn’t risk it. “I went out looking for Klaus. There’s a chance, I might know how we can find him Puddin’. I was thinking we could go together?” Mr. J’s hand froze mid scribble, his muscles tensing as he slowly put the paper down. “You’re still looking for that damned junkie? The boy’s probably dead in some dumpster by now, let it go.” He growled. He was sick of hearing about that stupid boy Harley picked up. She was always picking up strays, whether it was those stupid hyenas, or a stray cat. The girl was always thinking she could save people, including him– ha! What a joke.

“I can’t puddin’ he’s my best friend. He’d do the same for me.” She backed up as he turned to glare at her. His dark eyes pierced her like knives. “Please? You promised we’d find him and the others.” She saw the grave she was digging herself into, yet she couldn’t find a way out. “Forget it, I brought you your favorite ice cream cake, maybe we can watch a movie and snuggle together?”

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Joker cackled at her witty comment. Like he was going to get close to some bitch who was fucking some street trash. “Well,” He got up off the sofa. “How about this, why don’t you stop pissing me off and go find your precious little fuckboy.” In one quick stride he bent down so their noses barely touched. His gaze boreholes into her skull, an apology squeaked out of her lips. His hand shot out, punching her and sending her to the floor.  Panic flashed on her face, “I won’t be made a fool of, Harley!” Her protests and pleas sickened him. Harley used to be obedient and easy to get along with. No, this little bastard managed to win Harley’s heart. She was willing to travel through space for that stupid boy. When had she gone miles for him lately? She had the nerve to bring him cake as if that’d make up for her incompetence? She was useless, utterly useless! His hand snapped up and grabbed her throat.

“No! No! Mistah J, it’s not like that he–” She gagged as his hands seized her neck and pulled her up to her feet. “Please, baby, I’m sorry!” Tears sprang to her eyes from his painful grip.

“All I hear you talk about is that stupid boy! Night and day! I can hardly think of anything else over your blubbering!” He shoved her toward the door and opened it. “Go! Go find him and be a pain in his ass!” Joker slapped her as she approached him pleadingly. He shoved Harley against the door. “Get the fuck out!” Her hesitation enraged him. Throwing open the door, he seized her by her neck with both hands and shoved her into the staircase railing. It was always about her and her needs, never could she just shut up and help him with his plans. Really, what was so special about that druggie anyway?

“I’m sorry! I’ll stop lookin’ puddin’ please!” Harley fought back tears as she was slapped, she pushed and tried to free herself from his iron grip. Each breath of air she sucked in became harder as both hands now crushed her airway. Her back bowed against the railing, her eyes widened in horror, “Please! Please! I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” She tipped and was sent into a three story freefall. A scream tore from her chest and was choked as her head cracked against the pavement below.

Joker stared down at her unconscious body, damn, now he had to move. He went back inside and grabbed the cake. Coming back out and tossed it over the balcony at her, “oh Harley! Thanks for the cake, but I'm watching my weight!” He laughed at his corny joke when it landed on her chest and walked back inside to start packing. 

Harley laid there barely conscious, she couldn’t feel anything except agony– as though she took on a tank and lost. She wanted to cry, to scream, to plead for him to forgive her. She knew better than to bring up Klaus when he was like this. This was her fault. She was useless. She couldn’t find Klaus or make things right with Mr. J. She hated herself. 

Moments bled together in a fog, mumbled chatter and sirens were barely registered as she faded in and out of consciousness. Upon opening her eyes, her blue gaze met the soft features of an asian doctor.

“Try to stay still. You’re safe.” He said through a thick Korean accent. He and another medic rushed her down the hall for examination. He’d seen this too many times, not just with her, but other young women. It was always the same excuses. How many times a day was he going to patch up patients only for them to run back into their abusers arms, “씨발놈!” He muttered, grateful that most of his colleagues didn’t speak Korean. 

She could barely understand him. Trying to move, she felt rough canvas straps against her skin and a large foam head restraint. Harley closed her eyes and cursed mentally. This ride on the stretcher was a regular one whenever she was with Mr. J. She was used to waking up to strange sterile faces and having to escape hospitals early to avoid being hauled off to the asylum. Mr. J never came to visit her. She had many visitors over the years, Batman would sometimes sneak in when he thought she was sleeping. Sometimes it was Poison Ivy, leaving her a potted plant. Oftentimes though, it was Klaus. He would sit with her, smuggle in greasy fast food and the two would have a little party together. Sure he’d sneak off to raid the place for drugs, but, beneath his terrible addiction he loved her unconditionally. A similar fall that broke her right hip and shattered her femur, left her wheelchair bound for weeks. Klaus waited on her hand and foot, he treated her like a queen. She laughed and smiled more with him than with Mr. J.

How could she leave Mr. J, he needed her. He needed someone patient who could help him recover, maybe recover enough that he could lead a healthier lifestyle. Who was she kidding, deep down she knew there was no help for her Puddin’, he didn’t want to be helped. How could she leave him when he had been a large part of life? He was familiar and they had good days, they had great days together where they tore up the streets. She felt alive in his arms, the way they’d dance together after blowing up a building. 

They wheeled her into a private room, white, sterile, too familiar. Harley knew the routine by heart, especially the domestic violence screenings. What could she say? Her Puddin’ got angry and jealous and pushed her over the staircase railing. No. She waited for the barrage of questions, now, they were too busy. Hooking her to IVs and checking her over.

“Send an order for an MRI and Xray” Dr. Jang Cheol examined her for a concussion and broken bones. “What happened?” His first guess, Cerebral Edema; swelling in the brain. She struggled with speech and was showing signs of confusion. They had to work quickly to ensure the swelling didn’t get worse. Her speech slurred and events she described made little sense. His guess, it wasn’t severe yet. He couldn’t be sure until they ran tests. He’d seen this before, looking at her neck, he made out fingerprints black and blue against her pale skin.  Harley was a notable patient, one who left before authorized discharge. How had she survived this long? He’d dealt with patients who got caught in the Joker’s crossfire, most didn’t make it through the night. How had Harley Quinn survived this long? 

Upon further examination, she had a fracture in her sacrum and several herniated discs throughout her lumbar. Her Thoracic spine had been fractured, but, luckily for her she could recover from that with time and rest. The tests came back confirming his suspicion, Cerebral Edema; swelling of the brain. The fall and head trauma caused the brain to swell. Medications were introduced intravenously along with putting her on a respirator. This should help bring down the swelling, however, Jang Cheol determined if the swelling didn’t subside in the next few hours, surgery might be required. He could see Harley’s disapproval at the mention. If it kept her alive for another day, then he did the best he could do. He couldn’t change their lives, he couldn’t tell Harley to stay away from the Joker, well he could, but what good would it do? 

Once Harley was alone, she lay there doped up on morphine, the shuffle of feet outside the room gave her hope that Klaus would come waltzing into her room like he always did. This time, she was alone. Just her and her thoughts, did Mr. J worry about her? Probably not. He was long gone by now. She wiped her eyes with a shaky hand, every movement hurt especially to breathe. Pretty sure along with a broken back she’d cracked a few ribs too. Damn she really did it this time. If she’d just given in and let Klaus go, Mr. J wouldn’t have been so angry, but, how could she? Klaus was her bestie. They were two peas on a plate– however that phrase went. She closed her eyes and drifted off under the weight of the medication and head trauma.

KANE

Kate Kane had seen much in her years as Batwoman; cartels, serial killers, her sister Red Alice, Gotham’s meanest and maddest kept her up ‘till all hours. None of it compared to the malice of the Joker. Since Bruce’s disappearance, Joker tore up Gotham in a frenzy to find him. Every night Kate was one step behind Joker’s next great scheme to flush out Batman. 

Her bat signal went off that evening as she finished patrol. Hoping to get some sleep, that plan was dashed. Getting on her bike, she raced to the scene of a bombing. A children’s hospital was flooded with gallons of nerve gas. The brought green and purple plumes of gas spilled from the windows, a telltale of Joker’s handiwork. She searched the scene, ducking out of sight of bomb squad and federal investigators. Joker was long gone, leaving Kate to focus on evacuating those she could save. Reaching the top floor of the building, she checked her oxygen reserves. She had 30 minutes to find the detonators– if she was lucky she could backtrace it to it’s origin point– maybe catch the son of the bitch this time. 

A flashing red light flickered under an office desk at the end of the lab. Through the green and purple gas she made out one of the detonators. Reaching the desk, Batwoman looked at the monitor; readings glared gut wrenching data through the toxic fumes. Her stomach knotted, Kate choked back bile that burned her throat.

“Stage 4 patients to be prepped for termination.” Looking around, Batwoman quickly cut off power to the gas container and plugged a data transfer chip into the desktop. What were the stage 4 children? Why were they killing them? Was this a random hit for Joker or had there been a modus operandi to the location? Finishing the transfer, Batwoman made a bolt for the window adjacent to her. A flash of light and force threw Batwoman into the far wall, stunned she looked up to see two figures, a man and woman, step over the rubble toward her. Her vision refocused, spotting their long straight hair and bright colors. Getting to her feet, she launched a kick at the blonde woman, her leg connecting with the woman’s shoulder. She didn’t flinch, Kate yelped at the sharp pain of bone connecting to steel. The woman was solid. The dark haired man grabbed Kate’s arm and swung her, throwing her across the room like a rag doll. She laid there dazed by the impact and watched as they walked over to one of the computers. Their hands placed atop the machine, a soft glow emanated from their eyes. A beat, the light faded and they raised their palms out to the computer sending a blast of energy at it and the other rows of computers surrounding her. She covered herself in her cape, making herself small as the debris flew and pounded her. 

Silence fell upon the room, Batwoman peered from her cape to see only flames and smoke. The two were gone. Fires spread out hot and fast, Kate didn’t have time to see what they were after, she ran for the window and jumped. Her cape spread gliding her through the air under her grappling hook shot and swung her around the building toward the ground. Regrouping, she followed the shadows reaching her batbike. There were too many questions, not enough answers to her liking. Batwoman sped off for her upstate loft, hoping to clear her mind.

The ride home soothed her, seasonal rain sprinkled against her kevlar body suit, tempting her to take off the mask and wig. Taking in the rain and cool air, Batwoman tried to make sense of what she saw. Her leg throbbed, if she didn’t have a broken bone, she’d be surprised. The hell were those two? She swore she kicked solid steel. She heard of mutants like the Wolverine whose bones were made of adamantium, but never had she fought someone like that. Reaching her home, Kate climbed the terrace up to her room, taking point where her cleaning staff would be at the hour. She stripped out her uniform and placed it back in its locked briefcase under the baseboards of her bed.

Kate grabbed her computer and sat on her bed, reviewing the data that she’d seen at the hospital. Pouring through it, most made little sense to her. The data consist of research findings on genetic testing. Finally, her green eyes landed on a sentence, “Subjects with stage 4 cancer are determined by Dr. Drakken for project Termination.” As she read, the story weaved itself in her mind. A desperate attempt to cure cancer at the price of childrens’ the worst part, the parents didn’t know what they were signing their kids up for. Termination was a compound that was infused in them after chemotherapy was administered. The radiation would activate cells in this compound that would bind to cancer cells. When bound, it was thought to destroy the cancer cells. At least, that’s how Kate understood this information. The problem with the report, children who received the serum developed mutations, abilities. When that occurred, those patients were transferred to another facility to “help them.” What that facility was, the file was too corrupted to tell her, but, Kate’s gut told her it wasn’t a place for healing. 

She laid back on the bed and closed her eyes. Between Bruce’s disappearance and the mutant research program he’d invested in, Kate debated how the two were connected. It matched up in theory, but she had little to go on. A knock rapped her door, “It’s open.” Arthur came in, Kate relaxed, grateful it wasn’t one of her staff. She didn’t feel like explaining the soot and bruises to them.

“A contact of mine has informed me that Harley Quinn is in the ICU.” Arthur stood at the edge of the bed; he pieced together the story her bruises, cuts, and dirt told. A picture of her misadventure replayed itself clearly– she was lucky. He went for the first aid kit tucked in her nightstand drawer, grabbing some aloe for her burns. “She suffered a severe fall, he thinks she and the Joker had a fight.” Like a switch, Kate’s fury resonated in her deep green eyes. Arthur drew back from one of her burns as she rose. 

Kate got up, her muscles screaming for stillness– a moment of rest. Rest that wouldn’t come unless that bastard was stopped. Bruce couldn’t end it; something propelled the Joker and Batman in a war that neither sought victory in. Their twisted codependency bore shallow graves to countless masses. 

She was a soldier. When a war started, she was the one to end it. The maniacal search for Batman– the fires that filled Gotham– had to be extinguished. Grabbing the suitcase, she put in her credentials and grabbed the dusty kevlar and matted ruby wig. 

The Joker would kill Kate and this rate, letting the Joker think he’s in the wind was the best chance to stop him. Pulling his phone out, Arthur sent an encrypted text to a local contact at the hospital. “Give me five days and I’ll have his location.” His calculated facade softened as the fire Kate’s eyes cooled. Still she dressed, Arthur tilted his head and furrowed his brow. “Kate,” 

“Harley needs to know someone’s there.” She answered. The cycle of solitude festered in ways she’d seen too often. The number of women killed by domestic abuse was lost  from the sleepless nights.

Arthur’s gaze was transfixed on his phone screen, yet he didn’t miss a beat, “You might reach her better as Kate.” He pocketed his phone, adding, “I’ll arrange a ride for you.” 

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“That’s not necessary, just find him.”

Kate found casual wear that would blend in, the last thing she needed was for this to turn into a publicity stunt. She grabbed her batsuit-case and left for one of her electric cars she had in her garage. The drive was quick, traffic lighter than it was typically at this hour. 

Kate’s thoughts flitted back to the days leading to Bruce’s disappearance. For Bruce to leave town without a word was not uncommon. However, to leave while investigating this research program? No. He was meticulous and notorious for hyper fixating on conspiracies like this– especially if Wayne Enterprises had ties to it. 

Reaching the hospital, she checked in and followed the security guard to Harley’s ward. Passing the desks, she smiled and waved to the familiar faces working the night shift. While Bruce’s money went into crime prevention and technology, Kate’s wealth went toward minority communities and victims of abuse. Medicine and education were Kate’s passions. Circling past one of the doctor offices, her ears honed on a phone conversation. She slowed her pace to a hover between the office and one of the patient rooms.

“She’s stable enough for the extraction, but without a psychological evaluation, Incepting the patient would put both you and her in danger.” Dr. Jang Cheol looked over Harley’s file, the labs came back good– a vitamin deficiency here and there– otherwise she was healthy aside from the sustained injuries.

Arthur had contacts everywhere, she looked at the name on the plaque, Jang Cheol. MD committing it to memory.

She resumed pace toward the room, passing wards until reaching the critical care unit. Soft beeps of monitors and shuffle of nurses was the only sound. The ward was deafeningly quiet. Reaching Harley’s room, her heart broke. Knots tightened into hollow balls in her gut; each step she took made her sicker as she saw Harley’s broken body. “Harleen?” Kate whispered, no witty quip or playful response. Even on opposite sides of the law, Kate admired Harley’s light. Her smile and jubilance lit up a room– even when she set it on fire. 

Nothing. The light was gone. Harley looked so fragile laying there; tubes and wires watching every heartbeat. Walking toward the bed, Kate went to sit in the chair beside it. The purple rings around Harley’s neck reminded her why she was Batwoman. “I don’t think you can hear me… maybe you can, I don’t know. I’m sorry. I’m sorry Batman has failed you. You… Christ, nobody should be here like this. We should have done more to stop the Joker.” Reaching out, Kate took Harley’s hand, avoiding the IV that was taped to her hand. “You’re not alone. I’ll do my damndest to make sure this doesn’t happen again.” To anyone. Kate sat there until she drifted off to sleep.

Arthur followed Kate a few minutes after having left, catching up to the room Kate and Harley were in, Arthur glanced between the hall and room. Aside from surveillance it was clear. Arthur entered the room and closed the door leaving a crack open. He had minutes to spare, the doctor would cover foot traffic around Harley’s ward for the last half hour of his shift. He had twenty to complete the extraction. 

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Hypoxic Preconditioning Causes Neuronal Distinction regarding Infrapatellar Extra fat Sleep pad Originate Cells by way of Epigenetic Modification.

We indicated HSP104 gene construction along with appearance within Trypanosoma cruzi, a new protozoan parasite that creates Chagas' illness. Your Capital t. cruzi HSP104 is surely an 869 amino-acid health proteins protected with a single-copy gene which includes the greatest series likeness (76%) your involving Big t. brucei and also the lowest (23%) your with the man protein. HSP104 transcripts have been recognized at 70 degrees, as well as amounts elevated right after incubation at Thirty-seven diplomas or perhaps 45 diplomas D. The HSP104 proteins is discovered in lower levels inside non-heat-shocked tissues, along with accrued continually up to Twenty-four h from raised temps. Many of us developed a expected structurel model of hexameric T. cruzi HSP104, which usually Selleck CPI-1205 showed some preserved capabilities.The result of low temperature proton irradiation within reduced uranium dioxide has been examined like a aim of fluence. With 2.Some MeV protons, the actual fluence restrict with regard to keeping a great floor high quality was found to get reasonably minimal, about One.Several and 7.2 a Ten(18) protons/cm(2) for solitary as well as poly crystalline biological materials, respectively. After increasing the fluence over this limit, serious surface peeling and also disintegration associated with examples had been witnessed. Depending on encoding electron microscopy (SEM) and X-ray diffraction (XRD) studies what causes area disappointment have been associated to high They would fischer pct at the top destruction location as a result of minimal solubility associated with L in UO2. The actual causing lattice tension is known to be able to surpass your break anxiety in the gem in the witnessed fluencies. The particular oxygen level disorders from the displacement damage might prevent the H diffusion and further raise the lattice anxiety, specifically at the maximum destruction region. Authored by Elsevier W.Versus.Giardia duodenalis (syn. Grams. intestinalis, H. lamblia) infections are a major reason behind water-borne diarrheal ailment that can even lead to the introduction of postinfectious practical digestive ailments by way of mechanisms that will remain unclear. Parasite figures surpass 10(Some) trophozoites every centimeter of stomach on the elevation of an disease. Yet the intestinal mucosa of G. duodenalis-infected people is devoid of indications of overt inflammation. H. duodenalis microbe infections also occurs concurrently using attacks along with other proinflammatory digestive infections. Minor is well known associated with whether and how this parasite can easily attenuate number inflamed answers brought on by simply some other proinflammatory toys, for instance a stomach virus. Figuring out hither-to-unrecognized parasitic immunomodulatory path ways, the actual reports demonstrated that G. duodenalis trophozoites attenuate secretion in the effective neutrophil chemoattractant interleukin-8 (CXCL8); these types of results had been noticed in human being little digestive tract mucosal cells as well as through digestive tract epithelial monolayers, activated through administration regarding proinflammatory interleukin-1 try out or perhaps Salmonella enterica serovar Typhimurium. This particular attenuation is caused by the secretion associated with Grams. duodenalis cathepsin W cysteine proteases that will decay CXCL8 posttranscriptionally. Furthermore, the wreckage involving CXCL8 via H.

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Bruce Wayne sat at Bunnies unaccompanied. It was unlike Rachel to be late without letting him know, but maybe she had texted Alfred. It was also unlike Alfred not to pass on messages to him, but maybe he’d just been peeved at Bruce this morning and decided to let him suffer through twenty unaccompanied minutes as Millionaire Playboy Bruce Wayne. 

He grimaced at the thought. He was, in fact, a millionaire and it was true that his millions were inherited rather than earned. He thought he felt an appropriate amount of shame about it, but Alfred always had a way of making him feel more ashamed for it. It was absurd, really! They had a certificate hanging in the bedroom that proved his millions were Alfred’s millions, too. 

As he waited, he used his cellphone to search BeautyM. It was a makeup brand with the slogan “that leaves you smiling.” Lipstick that leaves you smiling. Blush that leaves you smiling. Mascara that leaves you smiling. And so on and so forth. A demented yellow smiley face was stamped on each product. The motif was very edgy, black, grunge-punk. Girls with spiky, bright-red mohawks. Shirtless boys with scraps for pants. 

“ETA?”

A notification popped up at the top of Bruce’s phone but it took him ten minutes before opening the message. Rachel was livid. Apparently she was waiting for him? 

Bruce glanced around Bunnies but didn’t see her anywhere. 

“I’m already here,” he typed back, frowning. Her second message came in just as he hit send. He found the whole situation unnerving. He tapped out another quick message, “Rach - where are you? I’m at Bunnies and don’t see you anywhere.” 

He stood up and jogged over to the hostess, tapping out a message to Alfred as he went. By the time he was describing Rachel’s appearance to the hostess, Alfred was calling. 

“Alf, talk to me,” Bruce answered. The hostess, a plump blonde girl dressed like a pinup, waved over her manager to explain the situation. 

Alfred cleared his throat and said, “Don’t panic just yet, but her phone’s last activity suggests she’s at La Forge Cafe on Sunset. I’m pulling up security footage as we speak.”

“Why is she at La Forge?!” Bruce gasped. La Forge was across Gotham. It would take him twenty minutes to get there in the Batmobile, if he had the Batmobile. He didn’t, though, he had: call for a car or wait for Alfred or walk as his options. He swore into the phone and the hostess bristled. 

“Sorry,” Bruce said, blushing. 

“Hm,” Alfred said, thoughtfully. “Rachel posted a photo of a bouquet of flowers on her public Instagram an hour ago, thanking you for the kindness…and then on her private she posted a picture of her neighbor with the roses with the description xoxo brucey…so I suppose she really believes you sent them to her.” 

“I didn’t,” Bruce said gruffly. 

“I know, dear, I do your flower-sending for you and I think rose bouquets are tacky,” Alfred sighed. “Head over to La Forge on foot, I’m sending the auto with suit six in the back. It’ll pick you up on 16th Street.” 

“Thanks, Alf,” Bruce sighed. He hung up the phone and offered an apology to the hostess at Bunnies and jogged out of the restaurant. 

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Effects of Attention and also Temperatures regarding Nutritious Answer upon Expansion as well as Pentose phosphate pathway Build up regarding Ophiorrhiza pumila

Human being neuro psychological situations connected with abnormally embellished as well as misdirected fear (panic disorders and also fears) even now symbolize a sizable unmet healthcare need for the reason that natural systems root these kinds of diseases are certainly not properly understood. Dog designs have been recently suggested to be able to help these studies. This i review the materials having a give attention to zebrafish, the next laboratory affected person within behaviour mind investigation. We debate that abnormal human being concern reactions are most likely the effect of your breakdown involving neurobiological components (brain places, tracks and/or molecular systems) in which originally developed to guide prevention of predators or other injury in nature. Furthermore, i reason that the idea of the traditional and also pathological operating of these systems could possibly be best accomplished if someone uses naturalistic fresh approaches. In the event of research laboratory design creatures, this will likely require presenting toys connected with potential predators or innovators along with calculating species-specific antipredatory answers. Though zebrafish can be a relatively new subject of which inquiry, We look at the recently rapidly growing amount of zebrafish reports in this region, and also determine which zebrafish is a encouraging analysis instrument for that analysis of the neurobiology and genetic makeup associated with vertebrate fear answers. (H) Last year Elsevier T.Sixth is v. Most privileges reserved.Moose trypanosomosis (Et aussi) is a protozoan ailment influencing equines in several aspects of the globe. We all examined 509 examples accumulated through geographically distinctive parts throughout eastern, core along with western Sudan for you to appraisal the endemicity of ET while using the universal ITS1-PCR analytical strategies. Outcomes revealed that horses and also donkeys had been attacked by Dypanosoma brucei subgroup, Trypanosoma vivax, Trypanosoma simiae and also Dypanosoma congolense. The particular epidemic associated with Trypanosoma spp. was higher in mounts (A dozen.7%, in Is equal to 393) compared to donkeys (Three.4%, n Equals 116). The best epidemic #Link# was seen in Southern Darfur Express (20.3%, d = 202), followed by Kassala State (15.1%, n Is equal to Eighty six), Gadaref State (Several.7%, d = 82), along with Khartoum Condition (Only two.6%, d Equals 76). No trypanosomes ended up detected from the 63 examples collected via N . #Link# Kurdofan Point out. We all report the very first time the presence of To. simiae along with T. congolense in farm pets within the Sudan. These studies must warn veterinary companies, authorized systems to take action towards ET by simply endeavor across the country epidemiological reports with the ailment along with using manage tactics #Link# . (H) 2013 Elsevier B.Sixth is v. Almost all legal rights earmarked.Aims/IntroductionMean platelet amount (MPV) demonstrates platelet action, and also MPV is owned by thrombogenic service as well as elevated coronary disease risk. Although a confident connection between MPV as well as fasting lcd sugar (FPG) levels has become noted, the link among MPV and also postprandial glucose levels is still uncertain.