#JLA x reader

[ellana-ravenwood]

“Hey Mrs Wayne !” - Fem!Reader x Batfam x Young Justice x JLA

Synopsis : Your children invited their friends over a few times. You met every single kid in the team they call “Young Justice”...but you never ever met their parents/ guardians/mentors. It comes as quite a shock to all the Justice League members when they realize their kids know you well, while they didn’t even know you existed. 

Just a short and silly story. A sort of AU in which the younger superheroes met Batman’s family before their older counterpart hehe. I hope you’ll like it :) :

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Bruce was a secretive man. And for a very long time, none of the Justice League members knew about his family. None of them knew he was actually married, and the “Robins” were his kids (although they had suspicions about the latter).

But there came a day when the “secret was out”. 

The main reason Bruce told them who he really was, was as a show of trust. He wanted to prove he trusted them, and he wanted them to trust him. 

It was vital, for the team to work properly. Once they discovered he had contingency plans for each and everyone of them, it was the only solution to gain back their trust. 

Of course, Bruce would never admit openly that he considered many of them his friends, and that it was actually a great relief to finally tell them the truth (after all, he knew since a long time THEIR secret identity...he wasn’t the best detective in the world for nothing). But it was a necessary step. 

Once they knew who he was, it was as if they were finally truly a team. They all trusted each others enough to divulge their real self. 

Funny, when you think about it. Bruce’s paranoia and constant need for “plans” (you did convince him to go see a therapist about that), his great mistrust in others, ended up being what cemented everyone’s relationship.   

Bruce’s distrust lead to everyone trusting one another with their lives. They revealed who they were, as civilians. And Batman did it first. He told them first. 

“Bruce Wayne.” He said, removing his cowl. Revealing one’s real identity was dangerous, for people in their line of work...yet he trusted them. He showed them that his initial wariness had vanished. 

Batman showed them who he really was. And in more than one way, as they all came to realize that, if he was THE Bruce Wayne...Then he had quite a big family ! 

What a shock ! 

And what a greater shock, when they realized their kids knew all about it long before they did. When they realized they knew you well, when they didn't even know you existed !  

Superman

Clark was the first person from Bruce’s “work” who met you. 

Of course, he was. Who else, but Batman’s BEST friend would meet his family first ? Who would the Dark Knight trust more amongst the JLA members, but the one who he first called “friend” ? 

Who else but Clark, could meet you first ? 

It’s not like anyone else had Bruce’s trust or anything. Not like he would let anyone else get close to his family. Come to his home. Meet his wife and kids, unmasked. 

Right ? 

...Right ?

...

RIGHT ?!

Wrong. 

Clark was not the first person to ever meet Batman’s family. Hell. He wasn’t even the second person to do so...or the third...or the fourth...

When he first arrived at Wayne Manor, he had almost a sense of pride. Because he was so sure that he was the first person that Bruce ever allowed in his home. In his personal life (the first superfriend, at least). 

Imagine his surprise, when Bruce introduced him to you, and you were playing video games with your children and...CONNER ?! What the-

Kon was a good friend of Dick, and one of Tim’s best friend.  

And at first, Clark rejected him. 

And it didn’t take more. 

Of course, you’d welcome with open arms a lost “little” kid who didn’t know who he truly was, and who was shunned by someone who could help him out. Of course, Bruce would say “yes” when Dick asked if Conner could sleep over one night the boy felt particularly alone. 

Taking care of lost ducklings was kind of your jam. 

Conner was like a nephew, to you. He would often crash at Wayne Manor. Bruce knew he needed someone there in his life, and he knew that being as powerful as Superman meant he could be dangerous if he didn’t learn how to process his emotions. 

Of course, OF COURSE Conner would be welcomed in your home. Not only was he one of your son’s closest friend, but he was also just a child. You’d never leave him all alone. 

Everyone in the Young Justice league had someone to go see if they needed, except for Conner. 

You became “his confident”, when Clark was still rejecting him. Nowadays of course, their relationship softened. Over the years, they developed a filial relationship, because let’s be honest, the first time Clark met Conner, there wasn’t really much even a chance of a relation. Ah, but the man of steel came around, of course. In part thanks to Bruce. In part because Kon was actually a good kid. 

But before that, who was there to guide Conner ? 

You and Bruce. 

You especially, gave him the motherly care he obviously never knew. Martha and Lois would gladly accept this role later on, but at the beginning, you were there. 

He wasn’t always home of course, and you never adopted him because you and Bruce both knew he belonged with the Kents. But it didn’t mean that Conner didn’t hung a LOT in your home. 

And so when Clark first came, thinking he was the first to get in the intimacy of Batman’s house, and he saw him playing video game with Bruce’s wife (whom he didn’t even know existed)...it was a shock, to say the least. 

Even more so when he realized Kon seemed very close to you. 

He clearly knew you, called you by your first name and everything ! What ?! But Batman was HIS best friend, so he should know his wife first ! 

You and Clark became friends quickly, it was so easy, to become friend with him. He was most definitely the “golden retriever” type of the group, and easy to approach (unlike a certain husband). 

And although Superman would never admit it, he had been particularly friendly to you (risking Bruce’s infamous bout of jealousy) and such, because he wanted to “catch on” on Conner’s “advance”. There was no way the boy could know his best friend’s family more than him. No way, nuh-hu. Clark didn’t make so many efforts for Batman to finally accept him, only to realize that someone else got to know him better ! 

Do you know how long it took the mighty Superman to finally break down Bruce’s defenses ? To finally reach him, and become friends ? How many times he got rejected, before he finally managed to come to Wayne Manor ? 

And what, Conner had been here the entire time ? Oh, and the boy looked at him that day, as if to say : “Yeah. Hurts to feel left out, right ?!”, which fueled Clark’s need to be loved by everyone even more (and put a lot of things into perspective..;after all, it’s seeing Conner so well integrated in your family that made him realize he had to be there for the boy). 

It wasn’t fair. Clark didn’t even know you existed ! Aaaaaah. 

Yes. It was honestly quite upsetting. To this day, Clark was still a little vexed. 

Kon always saw it as a great sort of “revenge” on the man who, at first, rejected him so adamantly. On the man who wanted nothing to do with him. 

Over the years though, this little fact became a source of “competition” between the Kent boys. Later on, Clark’s youngest son, Jon, would be over at your house WAY too often. It’s funny, because you’d say yourself that Damian was spending too much time at the Kent’s house. 

Your boys were best friends, of course. Ah, but it was a bit of a competition, between Clark and his kids, to know who knew the Waynes the best...

It never ceased to amuse you. 

WONDER WOMAN

Diana often made a distinction, in her head, between the Batman she met at the beginning of the Justice League, and the Batman he slowly became. 

When she first met him, when he first approached her about that JLA idea, it was clear the man had been alone for a long time. That he wasn’t used to work as a team. Or rather, that he was used to people listening to him. To people doing what he said. That he was used to work alone, and to not rely on anyone else. To not trust anyone else. To not let anyone else into his heart. 

That Batman was cold, sad, distant, and honestly kind of an ass. 

Over those first few years though, Diana noticed a difference. He became a little more open. A little easier to deal with. 

Years later, Diana would learn that you met him a little while after the league was created. That you met him at his worst, and somehow still decided to stick with him, and even marry him. That when you appeared in his life, it been a very long time since he last truly trusted someone (someone who wasn’t Alfred). 

Of course, it took him time to open up a bit more. But she did notice a difference. In her opinion, there was definitely two different Batman. 

The one before you, and the one after you. 

Let’s not be too optimistic, she still thought that Bruce could be an ass, and he was often arrogant and inconsiderate. But she still saw a slight switch in him. An improvement. 

Haha. Of course the source of his improvement was a woman. As a proud amazon, Diana wasn’t surprised. 

What surprised her, however, was that her little proteges, Donna and Cassie...knew all about you. 

How come did they never tell her anything ? 

“Mrs. Wayne asked us not to.” 

Was their answer. And when Diana met you, she understood. Yes. Yes there was something about you. Something that made her believe that you were the one who helped Bruce get away from his dark path, and onto a brighter future. Something that made her trust, that you took good care of Donna and Cassie. Something that made her like you instantly. 

What was it ? 

She wasn’t sure. Maybe it was how you so easily got along with her proteges ? How they seemed to fully trust you ? Maybe it was something in your voice, that she found soothing. Maybe it was the fact that you managed to tame the bat ? 

Diana would never quite know for sure. But she always suspected the fact that both Wonder Girls seemed to adore you played a part in how fast you two became friends. 

She was the only one who was not bothered in the least to meet you after the kids did. On the contrary, it felt right, to meet you and befriend you AFTER those two accepted you. Yes. Yes. 

It felt right. 

FLASH

What the fuck. What the fuck. WHAT THE FUCK ?!

Those words kept repeating in Barry’s head as he saw his “little” nephew, Wally, run around Batman’s kitchen as if he owned the place.  

Indeed, Wally just casually trudged to the fridge, got a soda out of it, and then took a piece of the cake that was on the table, without even asking. He got a plate from a cabinet...He knew were the plates were ! 

And no one batted an eye ! Not even scary old Batman, who certainly couldn’t approve of such behavior, right ?! 

What the hell was going ooooon ??  

“Hey Mrs. Wayne !” 

Wally exclaimed happily when he saw you. And then he-

He-

He hugged you ????  

WHAAAAAT ?! 

“Hi there Wally, it’s been a while. You’ve been behaving, I hope.”

“Always, you know me Mrs W.”

You knew him ?? Yeah ok. That was it. Barry was completely lost. 

Only a few weeks earlier, did he learn that Batman’s true identity was Bruce Wayne. Of course, he knew the man. Everyone in the USA knew him. And his wife and kids. So when he was invited to Wayne Manor, he knew what to expect. 

He knew you’d be there, as well as the kids he already knew (although masked). He never met you before, but he knew about you. And recognized you. 

He thought he’d make his favorite nephew happy by bringing him with him. He thought he had such a scoop, that Wally wouldn’t believe his eyes when he’d realize who Bruce Wayne really was. 

And here they were. 

Barry, completely lost, and Wally, apparently knowing you and all ?? 

Ah. Ah, now it made more sense. 

This is why Batman almost cracked a smile when he asked him if he could bring his nephew, because Wally was good friends with Robin number 1 and 2 (Barry couldn’t believe they all grew up so fast, he refused to call Dick “Nightwing”, or Jason “Red Hood”, and kept acting as if they were still 13). 

He thought he was going to make “Kid Flash” happy. He thought he would blow his mind. 

AH ! And here they were. Barry was faced with all of you, and you clearly found the situation funny as you all smiled. Even Bruce, wasn’t far from a smile, and had a crooked smirk on his face, clearly amused (it was a little sadistic of him, really). 

It didn’t take long to Barry to make 2 and 2 together. He realized that, quite a long time ago now, the kids told each other’s secrets identity. That they trusted each other, and bonded faster than their adult “counterpart”. 

A surprising thing that Barry realized too, and that he kept somewhere in his mind just in case he needed some leverage : Batman couldn’t say “no” to his kids. That’s how the entire superkids army ended up at Wayne Manor before the “adults”. Because Dick asked if his friends could come over, and Bruce didn’t have the heart to say “no”. 

That’s how all of them knew you. That’s how- aaah. 

Wally looked at his uncle, and smiled widely, saying : 

“Haha. For once, I was faster than you !”

MARTIAN MANHUNTER

M’gann has never been good at hiding things from her uncle. 

It’s not that he would willingly read her mind, it’s just that sometimes, her thoughts just...spilled out of her. She couldn’t help it. When there was something preoccupying her, she thought about it so much that J’onn would just always know about it. 

That’s one of the reasons her friends never really told her secrets they wanted to keep from the adults, when they knew J’onn would be around. 

Yes. M’gann's “poker brain” was horrible. And yet-

Yet she managed to keep for herself the fact that she was invited to multiple sleepover at Wayne Manor, and that her friends Tim and Dick, who happened the be Robins at one point, were Bruce Wayne’s sons (THE Batman). 

It hadn’t always been easy, but she made it. And one of the reason, was because she really, really, REALLY liked Batman’s wife.

You. 

You were so nice, and motherly. You treated all of those kids as if they were yours, when they came to visit. 

If you knew M’gann was going to come around, there would be freshly baked cupcakes in the kitchen. Her favorites, of course. 

M’gann felt a deep need to protect you. 

All of the kids, felt that. Actually, unbeknownst to you and every other adults, the children made a pact when they all first met you : They were to make sure no harm would happen to you. 

Their reasoning was : first, you were the mom of some of their best friends, so, duh. But second, without you, clearly, Batman would crumble. And Batman was one of the backbone of the JLA. If he fell, they could all fall. Yes, a secret pact was made. “Protect Mrs. Wayne.” 

Plus, you always welcomed them into your home with opened arms, you were warm and nice, and your cupcakes were the best. All the more reasons, right ? 

J’onn knew you held a special place in those children’s heart, when he first met you, realized that M’gann knew you all this time, and yet she never once let shown. She never once let her thoughts about you show, while she’s never been good at hiding things. 

Martian Manhunter knew, that you were special, thank to those kids. Thanks to them knowing you before he, or any JLA members, did.

Besides, you had to be special to bear to live with someone like Batman, right ?

AQUAMAN

“Hey Kaldy !” 

You say happily, seeing the young man coming up the stairs of your home. 

“Hello, Mrs. Wayne. How goes it ?”

“Pretty well, and yourself, young man ?”

“Good, as well.” 

There’s a short silence. During which Arthur Curry, aka Aquaman, king of Atlantis, looks at his protege, and then at the woman next to Bruce (whom he knew now was Batman), and then back at his protege, and then-

“...Kaldy ??” 

He exclaims suddenly, in utter disbelief. How ? How could Kaldur know who you were when he himself didn’t even know you existed just a few weeks earlier ? How, and why ?? 

And did you call him Kaldy ? Kaldur disliked nicknames, how come you were allowed to call him Kaldy ?? 

You saw the confusion on Arthur’s face, but you misunderstood it. You thought he was surprised to hear you call him a nickname (because you knew the boy and his distastes for such thing well), but it wasn’t just because of this. Aquaman was especially surprised that his loyal subject and protege knew Batman’s wife, while he didn’t !! You said : 

“Oh yes, Kaldy, because Kal was taken. It’s Clark’s birth name, and honestly it gets too confusing when two people are called the same. Although it was funny to just say “Kal”, watch both of them turn around, and wonder to whom I was talking haha...MMmmm. I guess I have a bad sense of humor.” 

You laugh to yourself, and he cannot believe that your his wife. Yes he sees how softly Bruce looks at you (even if once he noticed Arthur was looking at him himself, he started to were a stoic expression, schooling his face properly once again). 

He cannot believe Kaldur knows you, when he didn’t even know you existed, yet clearly the boy is well familiarized with you. 

“You- You came here before, Kaldur’ahm ?” 

Aqualad is clearly a bit embarrassed, as he says : 

“I am sorry, my king. But I promised Mrs. Wayne I wouldn’t say anything, she said if I did, Batman would get...cranky.”

Bruce turns his head towards you, his eyes narrowing as if to say : “I can’t believe you said that”, your smile which meant : “please, you know it’s true” only made him narrow his eyes further...

And on that note- 

Arthur starts to burst out laughing. 

The situation was so absurd. What. He didn’t know his friend of many years was married, but Kaldur did ? And the reason why the boy never mentioned her was because Batman would “get cranky” ?? 

Hilarious. Absolutely hilarious. 

Soon, you all laughed together, and the rest was history. 

Yes, Kaldur had been coming to Wayne Manor for a long time now, and so what ? He was close friends with Batman’s kids. That was enough of an explanation. 

After all, it was the “adults” fault that they didn’t trust each other as fast as the kids did, right ? 

GREEN ARROW (with guest appearance from Black Canary)

Roy had been a long time friend of Jason. And you held the boy dearly inside your heart, because you knew he helped your son tremendously. 

Both Roy and Jay knew the pain of feeling abandoned, and left for dead. 

It was only natural, for Roy to be an “extended member of the family”. He was genuinely like a nephew, to you. You were never surprised to see him in your kitchen, unannounced, devouring a cake or something. 

“Sup Mrs. Wayne”, he’d say, giving you a high five, your son Jason never being too far. 

Roy was always welcomed. In fact, he was much more welcomed than Oliver will ever be. One thing your husband LOVED doing : annoy the crap out of other billionaires. Especially when they were arrogant like Oliver Queen (the irony of that statement never fully reaching your husband’s brain...)

Too bad for Green arrow, eh ? 

It was one of Bruce’s favorite past time, oops. And so when Oliver first came to Wayne Manor, accompanied by Dinah, and he realized that Roy was there while the boy was currently filtering his calls...the archer was shook. 

No but for real. Here was Roy, sitting at the kitchen table, eating a home cooked meal, relaxed in his chair, clearly alive and well...all the while Oliver had been worried sick ! He would never admit it of course, but he was ! 

But clearly, “Speedy” (now Arsenal) was all good.  

You had invited Green Arrow for dinner (Bruce didn’t want to invite him, mainly just to piss him off because he had invited everyone else already), and oh, Roy and your husband had way too much fun taunting him. 

And what the hell, although Roy had eaten two full plates already, he asked for a third one when he saw that Oliver was going to ask if there was any food left. You served the boy, of course, and Bruce insisted for him to finish the dish (just so Oliver couldn’t have more). 

You dotted over Roy so much, that Oliver felt almost hurt. Beyond the fact Bruce and the boy obviously were trying to annoy him, Oliver realized how many years he lost. How far from Roy he was, now. 

Seeing how close you all were, He realized...

This needed to change. And it would. 

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“I trained a lot here.” Artemis said matter of factly, when Oliver asked her how come she knew about Wayne Manor before he did. 

“...I beg you pardon ?” He said, a little offended. Why wouldn’t she train at his place ?? 

“They have an insane gym, and in the cave they have one of them “danger room”. Like in the X-Men. So we often met here to train together. Sometimes because it’s honestly closer to come to Gotham than the YJ headquarter’s. But mainly because Dick is a BIG Mama’s boy.” 

Artemis snickered, looking at your oldest son. And, it was true. The reason the Young Justice sometimes came to train in the Batcave rather than at their headquarters, was because Dick was easily homesick (those short years during which he didn’t talk to Bruce anymore, and was away with the Titans, were tough for him). 

And so what ? He lost his family once, could anyone blame him that he was so traumatized he easily missed his mom ? Nope. No one. 

Doesn’t mean they never teased him though. 

“As my little brother Damian would say : it’s hardly something I’m ashamed of, good ol’ Artemis.” 

They laugh together, and you shake your head. You turn to Oliver to tell him that-

Wait, was he pouting ? Oh. Oh he definitely was ! And why, exactly ? 

Because Artemis, whom he took care of, whom he took under his wing...KNew you before he did, and liked Bruce’s gym better than his. 

Fair enough. 

DICK 

It was Dick, who first convinced his dad to let his friends come over. 

“Absolutely not” he said, at first. But then Dick did his infamous puppy eyes. The little fucker always managed to get some unshed tears in them, always managed to look utterly sad even when it wasn’t really the case. 

Your little buddy even went as far as saying : “I just- I just wanted to feel normal” in a broken voice, lowering his head as he left the room (pure acting, of course).

Bruce stood no chance. Alfred and you gave him that look that meant : “Don’t be so heartless !”, and Dick pulled at his heartstring by acting as if he was truly hurt by his refusal. 

No chance at all, all Batman that he was. 

He couldn’t resist his son already, so when even his wife was pleading with him...”Fine. But we need to set up some rules !” 

1. None of them could say who he really was to anyone.  2. No Sleepover  Fine, no sleepover exceeding 3 nights ! 3. The Batcave is strictly forbidden (added later : except for training sessions) 4. No mess.  5. Keep. The. Whole. Thing. SECRET. 

And that’s how your house welcomed a bunch of little superkids (and how lots of shenanigans ensued...but that, is another story). 

JASON 

Bruce never regretted saying “yes” to Dick all those years before, about bringing friends over. 

Not only did it also made Jason feel like a normal kid inviting his buddies at his place, but after his death and resurrection...his friends truly saved him. 

It’s them, who managed to convince him to speak to his parents again. Who brought him home again. Yes. Yes this was something Bruce knew he would never regret. 

Saying “yes” to his son’s request, all those years ago, and welcoming into his private home a bunch of kids with famous parents/guardians/mentors, had been one of his best idea. Because there was no doubt in his mind, that the fact those children knew you and him since so long, saved his son. 

TIM

Tim, at first, had difficulty to connect with others. 

It’s thanks to being part of a team, and them being allowed in his home, that he developed his social skills more. 

After all, the boy had been left alone for so long. Had the attention of no one for so long. Of course, it took him a bit of time to get acclimated to having a real family, and even friends ! 

Tim organized the best movie marathons, and once a month, your living room would be invaded by a bunch of teens who would steal every single snack in your house. 

Ah, but it was worst it. It was worst it, if only to see your son so happy, and not alone anymore. 

DUKE

Duke was never part of any Young Justice or Teen Titans team...It was before his time. All those “kids” and “teens” were adults now, for the most part. Or his age, but already playing in the big league. 

Sometimes, he felt inadequate. And behind. But then you’d reassure him. Of course he couldn’t quite be on the same level they were yet, he just started his “career” as a vigilante ! 

You encouraged him to mingle with his siblings’ friends, and he did. Duke was a pretty social lad. It didn’t take him much time, to bond with everyone. Especially since they had one subject they were sure to agree on : how great you were. 

Ah yes. Of course. You were often the subject of many conversation, because honestly, how many people would let that many lost kids in their home like that ? 

CASS

Cass, just like Duke, had never been in a team. 

Which made her feel left out, at first...

But oh, this was without counting on her brothers. Those boys would NEVER make their sister feel alone. Feel like she wasn’t a part of their lives, in every way. 

Dick introduced his friends to her very quickly. Jason and Tim did too. And of course Damian. 

They all bragged so much about her (especially Damian), they all put her on such a high pedestal, that it made all her insecurities and sadness about not fitting in go away. 

So what if she wasn’t part of any team (yet) ? She was part of a family, and that was enough. Plus, even though all her brothers’ friends got along really well with you, she knew you’d always choose them over anyone else if you had to make a choice. And honestly for now, she’d settle with “just” a family. 

It had already been so hard, to manage to open up and accept your love. She didn’t think she was quite ready for “friends” yet. But she will be. She knew she’d be, one day. 

For now, family was enough. 

DAMIAN

Your little one would never admit it, but he was sometimes so jealous. 

Some of those Young Justice kids...Were not kids anymore. And had been coming around your house for nearly decades. 

When the first Young Justice team was made, Dick was 13. Barely older than Damian was now. His friends met you before he did...

That’s what upset Damian, sometimes. Knowing that they grew up with you more than he did. Knowing that they knew you before everyone else, even before the JLA !! 

It wasn’t fair. How come they got to spend so many years with you, so much time with you, when he didn’t ?  

Yes. Damian was often jealous of how well the Young Justice, and Teen Titans kids knew you. 

Clark and him actually bonded greatly over that, to your husband’s exasperation. You thought it was funny. And cute. And definitely reminded your husband that “jealousy was probably a hereditary trait”, which always vexed him. 

Oh. And you made sure that your son knew you loved him so much, that there really were no reason to feel jealous.. 

EVERYONE 

Little by little, everyone came to Wayne Manor at one point. 

They all slowly met Batman’s family. Secret identities didn’t exist for them anymore. Annual barbecue was a thing (which mainly happened at Wayne Manor, because Bruce was the only one who had a backyard big enough, and remote enough, to invite all the most powerful superhero on the planet, without anyone even noticing).

They realized Bruce was just a man (and not a vampire, thank you very much mister Jordan). 

A family man. 

A few years back, it would’ve never crossed any of their mind to think that. What ? Batman ? With a family ? Right...

And yet. Yet it was the truth. 

Yes. They slowly got accustomed to that fact. But there was one thing they’d never get used to : it was how their kids, their wards, nephews or nieces, their sidekicks, the children they decided to mentor...Knew all along. 

Long before they did. 

It was quite an adjustment, to realize Batman had a wife, and to see their kids know everything about her already. 

You admit that, if the roles were reversed, you’d probably be very surprised. Especially since you knew all about them, thanks to their children. 

But in a way, it made sense, didn’t it ? It made sense, that those kids knew you before the adults did. That they hung out at Wayne Manor a lot, given the fact it was the biggest house at disposal, and they were great friends with your children. 

Yes. It just made sense, that you got to meet the kid first. Because of your own kids. Of course. 

And it made you so happy, to see all of them grow to be such fine and decent people. 

When you thought about that time, all those years ago, when they first started to know you, you often felt a bit nostalgic. 

Ah, but years passed, but the friendships and love you all shared never faded. 

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Hahahaha so here we are, in an “AU” in which the superkids met Batmom before anyone else :). I hope you enjoyed this story. Trying really hard not to be too self-deprecating right now so not adding more haha. As per usual, comments and reblog are highly appreciated and encouraging/motivating :) ! Thank you for reading !

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pairing: aemond targaryen x modern!wife!reader

prompt: 💚 true love's kiss / magic kiss / healed

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His boy tugs at his arm, speaking through his many high-pitched giggles. "Come! Come! You have to wake up mommy, daddy!"

"I do?"

"Yes! You're the only one that can do it!"

Aemond raises an eyebrow at that. "And how might I do that, Aemion?" His sweet wife lays on the couch, sleeping in a peaceful dream. Or, at least, he hopes she is. She's been cursed to slumber for a thousand long and cruel years, according to their son.

He sits beside her, listening to her soft breathing and watching her breasts rise and fall, with two small hands crossed atop them.

"True love's kiss, daddy!"

True love's kiss. Aemond glances up at little Aemion, who- in his sheer excitement- climbed up onto the couch's arm. "What makes you believe I can wake this absolutely exquisite princess from such an evil witch's curse?"

Aemion laughs again, rocking his tiny shoulders back and forth. "Because you're mommy's true love! In all the stories mommy reads me, the handsome prince always kisses the princess awake! And then they live happily ever after."

Aemond nods. "I see." He leans to caress his wife's cheek, twirling a hair strand around his finger. "Well, I suppose I could give it a try....anything for this beautiful girl."

He hovers over her sleeping body, pressing his lips against hers in a tender kiss. Aemion squeals in the back, dancing around the living room. "Wake up, my sleeping beauty," Aemond murmurs.

I love you. I love you. I love you.

A few seconds later, his wife's eyelashes flutter, and she then gazes up at him with gorgeous, starry eyes. "You've saved me," she whispers, donning her warm smile once again, "-you've saved me, my handsome prince."

Aemond chuckles, sliding his hands up her back to help her sit up. "Well, at least I know for sure that I'm indeed your true love."

[robinofgothamcity]

"so i cry and i pray for you to love me, love me, say that you love me."

♡ character: damian wayne x reader

♡ pronouns used: she / her

♡ note: not checked for grammar or spelling mistakes / hiiii ik i haven't updated in a while but like life bro lmao anyway im trying to find a new job bc a bitch needs money so like big girl stuff happening around here anywayyyyyy here is a blurb/drabble thing i kinda made it up on the fly so sorry if it's shitty

your rose gold dress was dragging against the floor as you were going around from league member to league member introducing yourself on the behalf of black canary. the annual JLA gala was one with a bunch of uppity superheroes and their sidekicks trying to get on everyone's good side which did not interest you at all.

your domino mask was not comfortable at all, nevertheless, it clashed with your very expensive dress. you knew dinah would have liked you to make your rounds with everyone but you were not interested in making friends with anyone that you weren't with usually.

you had been looking for jon or jaime but you figured that they must have gotten dragged around the gala by batman or even superman for things they didn't want to do themselves.

as you approached the snack table, you noticed the R patch standing right in front of you. you had yet to met the infamous robin and although you figured that batman was going to need your assistance in the teen titans one day in the not so distant future, you assumed that your first encounter with the boy wonder would be there.

you handed robin the drink he was looking for and smiled, "figured it beat having to reach across the table for it," the boy gave you a smirk, instantly making your face warm up, "(sidekick name) right? canary's righthand woman?" you nodded, "interesting way of meeting each other," you replied.

robin chuckled as you heard jaime finally scream your name frantically from the other side of the room, "sorry for cutting this short, duty calls when your dumbass best friend is calling for you," you stated as you grabbed your dress and darted to where jaime was.

damian swirled his drink around for a moment before grabbing his phone. he knew bruce hated when he was on his phone but he never thought that canary's sidekick was this....cute. damian also knew everyone's name, no thanks to bruce, so he knew it wasn't going to be too difficult to retrieve your information.

damian had found your instagram which was public and immediately scrolled through it. he found what was normal for girls your age. pictures with you and your sorority friends in some and others showed pictures of you and your family.

as damian continued to scroll he noticed the eye twitch he'd get when he saw a photo of you and a guy friend with his hand a bit too tight on your upper thigh. he knew that he didn't have any reason to get even slightly jealous, however; it wasn't a secret that whatever damian liked he eventually got.

he chuckled at the picture he saw of you looking up at dinah as you hugged her with a simple heart as the caption. damian knew that you weren't stupid enough to give off any real connection that you had to dinah but he figured that you must've wanted to appreciate for taking you under her wing.

damian made his way to where you were with jaime, bart, jon, and a few others. you were leaning against the bar, having a beer with jaime and jon as jon was the first to notice him.

"hey robin, fancy seeing you here with the rest of us mere mortals," he joked. it wasn't very common to see damian with the rest of the titans and young justice team. he was usually glued to batman's side as it was his duty to fulfill any questions he had of his own but he figured that since had taken an interest with you, one night like this wouldn't be so bad.

jon followed damian's eye trajectory and chuckled in amusement.

"shooting for the big leauges, huh?" jon asked. damian looked over to him so he could elaborate, "canary's sidekick is a very popular girl to say the least. the media loves her, i can't begin to explain how man lovesick letters i've had to sort through from her fans, and the league themselves love her. plus, i've noticed that a lot of our teammates are very interested in getting to know her, if you get what i'm saying."

damian scoffed, "and i'm damian wayne so lets see how that fairs for everyone else," jon knew damian was as cocky as they came but he knew that his confidence was on another level and what he wanted he usually got whether it meant getting his hands dirty for it or not.

the lights in the roomed had dimmed as he noticed that you were now by yourself with a wine glass between your fingers. damian fixed his tie as jon dusted his best friends shoulders off in encouragement. jon was always ready to support his best friend in anyway that he could even if that meant slightly sabotaging his other friend's chances with you in the process.

you were sipping your red wine as damian approached you cooly, "hey robin! nice seeing you again!" he smiled slightly as he took your cheap wine and set it on the table and handed another one for you to tase, "a red wine from napa, 1909 to be specific," your eyes widened as you took a sip.

"it's slightly bitter but it's pretty good," you replied as you took another drink, "thank you for this, i didn't think i'd be getting any kind of drinks from anyone tonight," you added on.

damian put his shoulder against the wall as he noticed how he practically towered over you, "do you think i could have this dance with you?" he asked as he heard the next song start to play.

you were shocked to say the least.

you knew how hard it was to get on robin's good graces and you had practically done nothing to achieve it. the song was slow and he took your hand softly as he led you to the dance floor.

thankfully, the room was dark enough to where others wouldn't notice that it was him dancing, "thank you for asking me. i didn't think i was interesting enough to get a dance from thee boy wonder tonight," damian laughed, "the pleasure is all mine. i didn't think canary had such an interesting protege,"

"i can't say i'm that interesting, i'm still working my way up the league ladder," you replied. damian scoffed, "it won't take long to make you an official hero," he stated, "with someone of your strength and abilities alone, i can imagine you'll be called up in no time."

you giggled excitedly as damian spun you around and had you face him but closer now, "but before that happens i guess i'll teach you the ropes," he whispered, "and can i ask what that might include?" you asked.

damian lifted your chin and stared at you with his emerald eyes.

"i think i can give you a taste test before the exam approach."

damian was never this straight forward, especially when it came to other league members and their sidekicks but he knew what jon said was correct. it didn't take an idiot to realize how loved you were by everyone and he knew his competition, mainly jaime and connor, could easily win you over so he did the only thing he knew to do in a situation like this, act like his playboy billionaire father as much as he could and from what he could tell, he was on the right track.

[writing-mlm]

If you don't mind me asking

Could you please write Wally west x reader? (If not that's alright!)

I absolutely love your writing and there's so little Wally west x m!reader fanfics

Hope you have a lovely rest of your Day/Night or Evening :)

Everyone but you

Summary: Wally notices the newest addition and his quirks, quickly finding himself attached to his hip. Pretty soon, they're attached at the lips and his best friend can't seem to notice. Or After joining The Team, Wally worms his little redhead into your life. Pairing: Wally West x male reader WC: 12.2k TW: religious trauma, implied sex, references to child neglect, lowkey yj slander if you squint a/n: i was close to making this longer but Im p sure tumblr has a word limit LOL

Wally saw the little things, how could he not? Life was in slow motion for him, he’d be the worst speedster to ever exist if he didn’t naturally have faster reaction times. 

They’re practical, both off and on the field. Off the field, he notices when his food is about to drop onto the floor when a bird is about to swoop in and steal his food— it's good for saving his food. And you. 

He remembers when you joined the team. One month after The Team was officially recognized by the JLA Bruce and Diana had shown up with you nestled in between the two of them. You were almost bored, twiddling with your phone as he could faintly hear the music through your chunky headphones as Batman explained you were the ward of Doctor Light— not the bad guy, the woman with the super cool light powers. 

He’d made a stupid joke, calling you Nurse Light, not thinking you’d actually hear him over but for a millisecond he saw you smile. And a millisecond was enough for him.

The others weren’t too sure about a new team member, especially after learning that your powers were a lot like Enchantress. Powers via possession weren’t all that popular, go figure. Especially when you hardly ever spoke to anyone but your reflection. 

Needless to say, your introduction to The Team was rough, especially after your first mission. It was difficult but extremely successful and everyone was going to celebrate by having a pizza party. Wally had picked them up in a minute flat, it would’ve taken less time but he had to pay in cash and when he returned everyone was still on their way to the kitchen. 

But as everyone dipped inside the kitchen, you kept walking. 

“You don’t want pizza?” M'gann asks, the first to notice your absence. You don’t look back as you’re giving her a thumbs down that the others frown at. 

“I’ll save him a slice,” Wally was the only one to notice how your hand kept twitching as you were walking away. Rightfully assuming that you didn’t want the others to know about the quirk, he hurriedly sets out the pizza boxes on the large kitchen island. 

While the others are talking over their pizza, he grabs a plate and guesses what you’d like. He ends up on one extra cheese and one pepperoni; he could always go back if you wanted more or anything else. He also grabs one of the drinks and makes his way to the dorms of Mount Justice. 

Knocking once and then twice, his eyes flicker about. Unsure of what to do, he leans closer to the door. 

“Ah, hey, (Y/n). It’s me, Wally, I brought you pizza.” He says, just below a shout. The door opens before he walks away and you stand there, a little frazzled. He catches several things in the span of a second. He sees how your breathing evens out, how you try and block his view of the mess you made, and how your eyes twitch. They do that whenever the woman possessing you, whom you’ve only referred to as Sculk, talks to you. 

“Thank you,” But you don’t move to grab the plate until he hands it to you. He catches that the tips of your nails are suddenly sharp and a deep black color. 

“I wasn’t sure what you’d like but—“ He trails, his eyes finding yours again. 

“It’s fine,” You nod, the smile on your face short and fleeting. “But you should return to the others. They’d like your presence more.” He doesn’t take it in a serious manner. Truly he doesn’t think you meant harm by your words, he understands that now simply isn’t a good time and you need to be alone. 

“Okay, if you want more, just send down a message.” He doesn’t wait for you to respond before he’s in the elevator. You don’t look to see him, favoring having your door closed again. 

—

Sculk, as no one has pointed out, is named from Minecraft, and appears to you as a bioluminescent blue ghost, covered in a fog of black smoke. She’s nice enough, aside from the constant chatter you have to endure from her. But the trade-off is good, you never get peace and quiet but you get super cool powers.

Like June Moone, finding Sculk was nothing short of an accident. You’d been young, inside the Appalachian Mountains when you stumbled across a cool-looking rock. It was black with crackles of an unnatural blue, seemingly carved to look like a fallen leaf. It wasn’t until you had returned to the car that it broke, releasing Sculk into you. 

While it was cool that you had powers and spoke to someone only you could see, your family didn’t see it as such. Small-town churchgoers didn’t seem to take to the idea of possession and after almost two months you’d run away. 

Self-isolation was tough, but was harder was introducing yourself back into groups of people. 

“Down for a game?” Dick asks, waving a spare controller as you exit the kitchen, digging into a bowl of fruit covered in chocolate syrup. Looking at the game, you see it’s some first-person shooter game, and then down at your bowl. Your fingers are already covered in the sauce and sticking together. 

“No.” You’ve never played that game, and besides, you wouldn’t want chocolate syrup on their belongings. Dick frowns at your bluntness while Conner shares a look with Artemis. 

“You can just watch,” Wally offers, grabbing the remote Dick grabbed. “Or watch me.” He adds with a wink. Only his eyes catch your lips turning up into a smile before you look off for a moment. 

He takes that as a win, even if you once again say no before disappearing. 

—

It takes about three months after that incident for you to join the others on their game nights. That night in particular was another game you’d never seen before; you were more acquainted with board games and whatever games were on a Gameboy you found in the woods. 

Admittedly, you’re frustrated that you don’t understand the controls, that your grip isn’t quite right on the controller, and that you don’t even know what’s happening. It’s a multiplayer game with one point of view, you’d picked some random character that made Wally laugh. Some blue animal with a pair of red shoes. He picked a small pink thing. 

“You’re worse than M’gann!” Dick laughs, nudging your shoulder as you’re the first to die again. Everyone else laughs (was it at you or with Dick?) and you swallow your words, staring at your controller. Your eyes burn and you aren’t sure why. 

It’s a learning curve, kid. Sculk reassures you and you feel her petting your head. 

You felt like shit whenever you denied the others, you wanted to hang out with them. It seemed like fun. But you clearly weren’t the best company. The others are doing good, encouraging each other while also doing their best to win. They’re cheering and laughing, having side conversations in between their shouting and groaning. No one seems to notice your lack of mental attendance, you suppose it’s hardly different from when you’re there or not. 

Fuck it, you should’ve just said no again. Saved yourself the embarrassment. 

When you’re about to get up and leave, Wally places a hand on your arm. It was risky, in his eyes. No one has actually come into physical contact with you, as strange as it sounds. 

“Pick Mewtwo next time,” Wally whispers when his character dies for the second time. “I’ll teach you the controls, just hang on.” Nodding, you watch as he throws himself off the platform and the others don’t question it. One less person to fight against. With his character officially dead, he turns his attention onto you. 

“You gotta hold it like this,” He grins but doesn’t laugh at the way you hold the controller. “For max efficiency, most people hold it like this.” Following the way he’s holding it, he nods and sets his controller down. He then tells you the basic moves you need to know, explaining that for now, you need to focus on getting a grip on that before he moves on special moves. 

It takes maybe four rounds before you finally win. 

“You did it!” You grin when you realize that Mewtwo is the final one on the platform. Wally will never admit that he had spent the entire game making sure you didn’t die, he swears that to himself when he sees you smiling for more than a split second. How you’re much more relaxed than before, enjoying the company of everyone as they congratulate you. 

The games continue, you play several others but your favorite is the volleyball game. You won that one all by yourself. Nearly undefeated, the others were fighting each other to be on your team. 

“You should join us more often,” Artemis tells you as everyone decides it’s time to go to bed. Dick is in charge of putting everything up since apparently, everyone else breaks the consoles when they do. Hell, Conner had broken the controller ten times throughout the night. 

“I know, right!” Wally grins, slinging his arm over her shoulder. She shrugs him off but he doesn’t seem to mind. 

“Perhaps,” You nod. “Peaceful night, all.” And then you’re gone. 

When Wally is inside of his room he sees something on his pillow. 

Thank you for teaching me how to properly play, Wallace. 

-(Y/n) 

He grins at the note and sets it on his desk before he pauses. 

How the fuck did you put that there? 

—

Admittedly, you’re much closer with Wally than the others on The Team. For whatever reason, they don’t seem to like you. Perhaps it’s a natural thing, they’ve instinctively kept their distance. Your nature scares them, perhaps. Maybe Wally’s instincts weren’t as tuned in as the others, perhaps he hadn’t looked the gifted horse in the mouth. 

In truth, you wanted nothing more than to be a part of their group. But you’d missed a key part of growing up, without much time spent around others, perhaps… you came off strange. You’ve read about it before, stunted emotional growth. The inability to interact with peers. 

Not with Wally, though. 

He basks in the fact that he’s the only one you’ve willingly allowed into your room. It’s dark, just as your room was in the cabin somewhere in the middle of the woods. For some reason, he just knows that you hate the large overhanging lights, how you prefer the natural light of the sun but living inside of the mountain doesn’t allow for that. 

Instead, his eyes flicker to the lamps around your room. Placed in odd spots that lit up the room wonderfully when they were on. 

“Dick wants everyone downstairs,” He struggles to tell you, hating the fact that he’s ripping you away from your solace. That you’d been engrossed in creating a paper mache sun and moon. You look up at him, glue dripping from your hands. “There’s a mission request from Batman.” He explains when he sees that look on your face. It’s hard to explain but he knows your expressions by now. 

Call him an expert or whatever, it’s just a little something- something he can do that no one else can. Not that he’s bragging. 

“Thank you, Wallace.” Standing up, he watches as you use your magic to clean the mess from your hands. 

“What’re you making?” He asks as the two of you walk out of your room. 

“I heard that Raquel’s birthday was coming up,” You explain, picking at the skin around your nails. “Everyone likes the sun and moon, no?” It’s not intentional, at least Wally doesn’t think it is. But you’re admitting, in your own way, that you don't know much about her and you’d like to. And if they permit, the others, too. 

“They’re pretty important,” He agrees, smiling over at you. “Just so you know, my birthday is January 16th and I love food.” 

“Noted.” 

—

Raquel’s birthday had come and passed, she was surprised by your gift but accepted it all the same. You’d given it to her when the party was over, feeling there was no proper time to give it. No one else had, so you weren’t sure what to do. 

For Wally’s birthday only two weeks later, he’d been the opposite. He had a small table dedicated purely to gifts, his eyes shining brightly when he had seen a neatly wrapped box in your arms. 

He’d wanted a simple cake, but it was weird. A pink cake with a white border and rainbow sprinkles everywhere, on the edge was a large dollop of green icing with what you assumed were two arms and legs, and the black icing used for the eyes was sliding off. Behind the small creature was the word Forg. He does know it’s spelled frog, right?

That’s the joke. Sculk tells you as you stare at the word with disbelief. Oh, that makes more sense. It’s funny, now that you think about it. Such a silly little icing frog. 

Basking in the attention on himself, Wally dances along to the Happy Birthday song. Although he almost missed it, he caught how you watched him with a smile that lasted longer than a millisecond. 

When it’s time for him to open his gift, he loves everything. The food, the gear, and the tech. For some reason, he’d waited to open yours last and for some stranger reason, you were nervous. Anxious, even. 

“What is it?” He grins, ripping open the paper. Glancing at you, he winks and opens the box. Staring for a moment you worry you’ve done the wrong thing. His reaction is minimal compared to what it had been for the others. “Holy shit!” He gasps, pulling out a set of plates. There are five there and he only looks at the top one; designed to look like an orange slice. He then pulls out the plates that could also be bowls, and then the bowls. 

“Where’d you find these?” He grins, looking through all of the designs. He especially loves the silly little smiley faces on some of the items. 

“I made them,” You correct. “There’s more inside.” Digging inside, he pulls out various utensils. Each of them has their own design, like the alligator knife and the shell spoon. He thinks he likes the Nunchuck chopsticks the most, though. 

“You know me so well!” He gushes, pulling you into a tight hug. For a moment, you freeze. Your whole body tenses but there’s something about the hug, something about him that makes you relax and hug him back. 

Oh no. Sculk mutters but doesn’t explain further. 

—

The moment Wally knows, without a shadow of a doubt, that you like him back is when there’s a fan flirting with him. The two of you were walking together, forced to pair up by Dick and look around for possible leads. The girl, who Wally would admit is his type (everyone is if he’s being honest), clearly meant no harm by the flirting. If he was her, he’d definitely flirt with himself, too. 

But all he could focus on was the fact that your nostrils flared, you looked her up and down, picking apart her appearance in your head before looking away, and then looked at Wally, trying to see if he was showing signs that he was interested. 

A part of him wanted to entertain her; just to see your reaction but he didn’t. He was happy enough that you were jealous. 

“I’m sorry,” Wally stops the girl mid-sentence. “It was nice meeting you but we need to get back to work.” Testing the waters, Wally places his arm across your shoulder. When you don’t move, he takes that as another win. 

“I’m sorry,” The girl tucks her hair behind her ear, shrinking away. “Have a good day, Kid Flash, Ward.” Nodding, you watch as she leaves before looking at Wally. 

“I don’t like her,” He says and your face nearly lights up before you relax again. 

“How’d you know I was going to ask?” You ask, walking ahead to continue your search. He, of course, keeps pace and mindlessly plays with the ends of your hair.  

“There’s someone better for me.” He grins, awfully close to your face. You frown, that wasn’t your question. Sculk groans loudly and you roll your eyes. 

The kid is flirting fuck the question, kid! 

She screams into your ear and you wince. She’s never really yelled that loud before. Is he, though? She groans louder at that thought and you feel the wind smack your head. 

Wally, feeling the harsh breeze, looks behind the two of you. 

“It was Sculk,” You admit and he raises his eyebrows.

“How can she use her powers without you?” He asks. “I know June Moone has control until she says Enchantress, but you don’t?” Nodding, the two of you turn a corner. 

  “We’re partners.” Sculk awes inside your head. “She gets to experience human life, I get powers.”

“Seems a little unfair,” He admits. “Couldn’t she just take over?” 

“She can,” Nodding, you look down at your hand and flex it. It feels as if she’s tugging your hand around, moving each of your fingers. “But she’s not like the witch. She takes over if it’s needed or if I use too much at once and need her rapid assistance.”

“Like that time with the pizza…” The black nails, that’s probably the curse of her true form. He sorta hopes it’s the curse. 

“Yes. Her powers are a curse that I have built up a solid immunity to, but sometimes it’s too much for me.” Your hands flicker with the reddish-purple magic Wally has grown accustomed to seeing. In the magic, he sees a bird forming and watches as it flies away when it’s fully formed. 

“And if she takes over completely?” Wally looks back at you, worried about your answer. As cool as the idea seemed, he knows he’d hate it if he had to fight a possessed you. If Sculk decides she is done with Earth and tries to end it like Enchantress had done before. 

“I wouldn’t know,” You admit as if it’s nothing. “Full control means the other goes dormant until the other sees fit.” It doesn’t ease his fears but he lets it go. 

The main focus for him is that he’s finally gotten more than a sentence out of you. 

Score! 

—

“He’s so in love with me,” Wally grins to Dick, dragging out the ‘so’ while he’s working on his science homework. They’re both in Dick’s room, Wally laying on Dick’s bed while Dick is working on his laptop. Something about detective work for a case he’s working; boring with a capital B-O-R-I-N-and-G. 

“Is he?” Dick asks, sparing Wally a glance. As the team leader Dick swears that he knows his teammates pretty well and you… he seriously doubts Wally is your type. He’s loud, outspoken, adventurous, and quite frankly, Dick couldn’t imagine the two of you together. When he tried to picture you dating someone, he imagined that you’d end up with someone like his father. Not his best friend.

“He told me ‘Don’t eat so fast, you’ll choke’! That’s an admission of love,” Despite hearing his own words out loud, Wally stands by his statement. Huffing, Wally officially puts his homework on pause. “He made me a full kitchen set for my birthday. He learned all the characters of Mario Kart for me. Who does he like being paired with? Me. I get him, he gets me,” He says, his voice a little smaller in the end. He doesn’t understand why it’s so hard for Dick and the others to understand that you’re not some type of robot or a time traveler from 1703. 

It’s been a year since Wally was sure of your feelings, a year of him hopelessly falling deeper for you. A year of pure torture, honestly! 

“I just want to make sure you aren’t reading into this,” Dick sighs, facing his friend. His expression is sullen, hurt that Dick doesn’t believe him. Believe that you’re capable of loving him. “I mean, how often do you talk to him? Does he talk back? More than a one-word response, I mean.” He rolls his shoulders back, trying to alleviate the tension building in them. 

“Oh my god,” Wally sighs as if he’s had this conversation a million times. “Is being quiet suddenly a crime? And you never took the time to talk to him, I did. He’s very funny,” He says that last part the same way a child tells an adult that they know a secret that the adult doesn’t know. 

Dick goes to talk but someone knocks on the door. 

“Come in,” He sighs, their conversation officially put on pause. The door opens and Dick nearly swears you’d been listening through the vents because you stand at the door. 

“Hello, Robin, Wallace,” You call, your eyes cast towards the floor. “Can we talk, in private?” Wally nods, closes his notebook, and follows after you. 

“What’s wrong?” He asks as the two of you enter your room. It’s the same dark that it always is, but it’s a mess. Things are thrown about and there are burn marks surrounding an outline of someone kneeling. The door closes and you stand in front of him, eyes bleary and lip quivering. 

“I read that men shouldn’t cry,” You tell him, unable to look at him as you speak. “Sculk tells me that I should cry.” You add, barely catching Wally’s eyebrows furrow. 

“I cry,” He offers, guiding you to your bed. “Superman cries! Batman cries… plenty of men cry. Why are you…?” Sitting down, you scoot back until your entire body is on the bed. 

“I found out my parents died.” As you say it, your face twists and you scrub your face. He frowns and hugs you. It doesn’t take more than a second before you hug back. “I hated them, they abandoned me. Called me names, vicious and foul. I shouldn’t be crying,” You ramble into his shoulder, your head shaking and his shirt getting damp. 

“It’s normal to mourn,” He coos, rubbing your back. “You loved them, even if it was a long time ago.” 

“I do not wish to feel this,” You admit and he nods. In truth, he doesn’t know how to help you. But he tried his best. 

“When my grandfather died I hadn’t been on the best terms with him. He’d… I found out that he ran a… blog of sorts that spoke about his hatred for heroes. For the speedsters. He called us names and I broke. I stopped talking to him and yelled at him whenever he tried to talk to me. The man I knew had died that day. But when he died for real,” He sighs, staring at the wall. “I knew there was no going back,” His voice goes soft as he tries not to think about him too much. 

“They should’ve loved me, he should’ve loved you.” You mutter, removing yourself from the hug. “Why weren’t they capable of loving us?” Frowning, he shrugs and wipes the tears from your face. 

“It’s better that we don’t know. But you are capable of being loved. Sculk loves you, and Dr. Light loves you. I like you, Artemis likes you—“

“I doubt that,” You huff, fixing yourself before looking around your room. “I apologize for my appearance and the mess of my room. The sudden despondency caused my actions to become rash,” With a spell, your room fixed itself. 

“You should see my room,” He laughs, nudging your shoulder with his. Staring at him, you smile and look away. “And don’t worry, I won’t tell the others.” Not that you thought he would’ve. 

“Thank you, Wallace. You’re a great company, your grandfather was wrong about whatever he had talked out his ass about.”

“You cursed?” He belts out a laugh and you raise an eyebrow, snickering at his reaction. 

“I am grown enough to curse, Wallace! This isn’t the Regency era!” Never did you think you’d have to defend the fact that you cursed. And yet, here you are. 

“Isn’t it?” He grins. “If you had a British accent, you’d make the perfect actor for Bridgerton!” 

“What is that?” 

Wally, having deemed that a crime, insists that you have to watch the show. He drags you out of your room and into his. It isn’t as messy as he had led you to believe. Some thrown-around items, an unnamed bed, and empty bottles on the desk. But he quickly fixed the bed and grabbed his laptop before placing it in between his two pillows. 

“Wall or open?” He asks, pointing to the two available spots. You look between them before pointing to the wall. “Hurry! You gotta watch the show!” Tugging you over to his bed, you climb in and sit with your legs crossed. He doesn’t comment on it, aside from saying your back is going to hurt if you stay like that and he lays next to you.

“What is this show about?” You ask, watching as he logs into his Netflix account. 

“Uhhh,” He drags out as he’s finding the show. “During the Regency era in England, eight close-knit siblings of the powerful Bridgerton family attempt to find love.” He reads. “Season one is about one of the daughters, Daphne.” He further explains as the show starts.

Three episodes in, you somehow found yourself on your stomach, unable to look away from the screen. You’re completely engrossed in the show, the two of you missing the call for dinner as you’re on the final two episodes. 

“I am Daphne and you are Simon,” You whisper as they have sex during their honeymoon. He glances over at you, a smile spreading across his face.

“I’m Daphne,” He shakes his head, his voice an equal whisper. 

“Ah, yes,” Grinning, you look at him. “The red hair, my mistake.” Bowing his head into his arm, he snorts and leans into you. 

“So we’re married?” He asks. 

“Dating, perhaps,” You settle on. Play it cool, he tells himself and nods, skipping the rest of the sex scene. “Dating, totally?”

“Dating, officially.” You agree. 

Suck it, Dick. Haha, get it? 

—

Surely, Wally would be the one with dating experience, you tell yourself as you prepare for your first-ever date. He’d given vague details about the date, telling you to wear something comfortable but to also bring a sweater because he expects the date to last well into the night. 

What even is comfortable dress wear? Wally's comfortable wear is shorts and a graphic design shirt but your comfortable wear is a good button-down and slacks. 

Groaning, you settle on jeans and a white shirt. That’ll have to do. Yes. Grabbing a pair of jeans from the depths of your closet, you try to not second guess yourself again.

Tucking and untucking the shirt, you stare at yourself in the mirror. 

“Sculk,” You whine, throwing yourself onto the bed. “I do not appreciate this anxiety I am feeling, please take it away.” 

“No,” She laughs and you stare at her in the mirror. “This is fun, my baby's first date!” Rolling your eyes, you fix yourself again before smelling your breath. “You’ve brushed ten times. Give your human mouth a rest,” She groans and pulls you towards the door. Clinging to the wall, you feel the metal bending before she nearly tossed you out of the room and to where Wally was waiting at the elevator. 

“Nervous?” He grins as you stumble next to him. 

“Truly,” You laugh, trying to shake your nerves out. Looking him over, you see that he has a woven basket in his non-dominant hand. Ah, a picnic. The jeans were appropriate.

“Hi to you, too, Sculk.” He adds as the doors open. 

“She says hello and that she’ll go dormant soon. Something about privacy,” 

Outside, you feel the warm breeze that signals the start of summer and Wally nearly basks in it. Like a plant. 

“Get on my back,” He grins, lowering himself in front of you. 

“Whatever for?” You ask while climbing on. He stands up and holds onto each of your calves, his mind immediately catching that he’s never noticed your calves are built. Swallowing, he clears his throat and looks back towards you. 

“You’ll see! Hold on tight,” Bracing yourself, you feel the wind nearly punching you with how fast he’s moving. In fear of losing an eye, you close your eyes and hide your head behind his. It gets a bit chilly and you can tell he’s crossing the ocean because of the sound of water being hit. 

Soon enough, he stops and lets you down. When you open your eyes you find yourself on the shores of a beach with tall rocks and tall trees. 

“Google said Anse Source D’Argent is the best beach in the whole world,” He explains, guiding you toward a patch of sand large enough for the blanket he had stuffed into the basket. 

“It is lovely,” You agree, looking around. There’s no one around for miles. The sound of the water was damn near hypnotic and you bet you could climb those rocks in less than three seconds. 

“And I know that you’ve never been to a beach before… so why not bring you to the best beach ever?” He grins, grabbing your hands to pull you over to the blanket. It’s large enough that the two of you can comfortably lie down and have space for the food and drinks. 

“Thank you,” Settling on your knees, your eyes scan over the water. Watching the water roll in and get pulled back into the ocean. 

“Wanna swim?” He asks and you hurriedly nod, rushing up and leaving him in your dust. He calls for you, calling you a cheater, and rushes into the water, splashing you in his wake. Diving after him, he laughs at your puffed-out cheeks and barely open eyes. Pulling you deeper into the water, you watch as the fish swim away from the two of you. Surfacing for air, you see Wally do the same, his hair clinging to his face as you’re sure your hair does the same. 

“Why do you do that?” He asks, mimicking your puffed-out cheeks and closed eyes. 

“What else am I supposed to do?” You ask back and he shakes his head as if to say rookie before showing you. He inhales, his cheeks never puffing out, and then dives back down, looking at you with his eyes open. Copying him, you do as he did and feel the sting in your eyes almost immediately. 

After a few seconds, you get used to it and he nods, giving you a thumbs up. Giving one back, the two of you continue swimming. 

Sometime later, you’re floating on your back as Wally dives back down for a while. When he comes back up, he carefully places a couple of shells and pebbles on your shirt. 

“They reminded me of you,” He grins, the lack of air clear on his face. Lifting your head, you look at the rocks and shells. It’s hard to see them, but you smile all the same. “Let’s go eat, you can look at them on the sand!” He suggests and collects the items again. 

On the sand, you’re shaking yourself dry, suddenly realizing that swimming in jeans wasn’t the best idea. Waking Sculk up, you dry yourself off and she goes back to sleep. 

Wally is already dry, something about super speed and running laps. 

“I love this one,” You tell him, picking up the nearly intact knobbed whelk shell. With various shades of pink and beige on it, you hold up to Wally’s face and grin. “You match!” Rolling his eyes, he grabs a piece of foggy sea glass similar to the color of your eye. When he finds it, he grabs his phone and you watch as he opens his camera, placing the sea glass next to your eye. 

“Smile,” He urges and you do, hearing him take at least a dozen pictures, he shows you the ones he deems the best. Doing the same with him, you have him hold the shell to the side of his face and take three pictures. He does something with his phone before he opens up the basket to pull out the food. 

The rest of the date was spent with cloud gazing, building sand castles, and talking each other's ears off until you were interrupted by a call from Dick. He frowns but the both of you understand and pack up, quickly heading back to the others. 

—

Five months into dating, Wally mentions the idea of you meeting his family. Thanksgiving is coming up and the others agreed to go home and spend time with someone other than the team for a change. Your plans were to go back to your cabin or with Doctor Light for the weekend but…

“Would they like me?” You ask from your spot on his bed. He looks up at you, his face once firmly planted on your chest. “I mean, you’re the only person who enjoys my company thus far. I’d hate to make them uncomfortable,” Sitting up, Wally pulls you up with him and holds your face firmly in his hands. 

“I’ve told my family all about you and they’re dying to meet you, smokey!” He explains and the stupid nickname makes your eyes roll. “Besides, we’re pretty serious, right?” Nodding, he nods back. “So why not meet my family?” 

“If you’re sure… I don’t see the harm. But I’d need them to approve of it first,” 

And that’s how you ended up at the West house the day before Thanksgiving. Dressed in a brown sweater with thin white stripes, a pair of Wally’s baggy jeans, and your dress shoes; you stand next to Wally as he spam rings the bell. 

“I think they’ve heard it,” You slowly tell him, lowering his arm. 

“You think?” He grins, sliding his arm through your hand until you’re holding his hand. He’s dressed in a simple button-down and jeans, the best you’d get him to wear to the event.

“Wally!” A woman with darker red hair than Wally greets as she opens the door. “And you must be (Y/n),” Nodding, you fumble your hands before extending the hand that Wally wasn’t holding as he chuckles. 

“Hello, Mrs. West, thank you for having me.” She smiles and shakes your hand. 

“Please, call me Mary. Come on in, it’s chilly out.” Following Wally inside the home you see various pictures of him and his family hanging up. Baby pictures, first day of school, major events like weddings. 

“He pooped himself that day,” Barry tells you as you’re staring at a picture of Wally when he was in middle school, holding a science trophy. First place. 

“Barry!” Wally groans. “He’s lying,” He tells you and ushers you away as you’re waving at Barry. Barry laughs and heads towards the kitchen where you see Iris. 

“That’s Jay and Joan. He was the first Flash,” He whispers as the two of you enter the living room. 

“So,” Rudy says from behind you and you nearly jump out of your skin, spinning around to look at Wally’s father. “You’re the boy my son is dating?” He asks, his eyes scanning over you. Letting go of Wally’s hand, your nails mess with the thread of your sweater, pulling and picking at it. 

“Yes, sir,” You nod, swallowing your fear. With his eyebrows raised, he rubs his mustache. Lord, that’s a big mustache. 

Do not focus on his mustache! Sculk shouts. 

“You do drugs?”

“No, sir.”

“Drink?”

“No, sir.” You shake your head, feeling your chest tighten and suddenly your heart is in your throat. 

“Dad,” Wally almost scolds before his father can ask another question. “How about I show you my old room?” Nodding, you wave to the others and hurriedly follow Wally up to his room. 

“I cannot breathe,” You admit once the door closes. “I have never felt this nervous before, perhaps this was a bad idea.” Helping you to the bed, Wally opens the two windows of his old room. 

“It’s normal to be nervous,” He reassures you as he sits next to you. “Plus, you’re super powerful! They can’t hurt you,” As he’s speaking, he’s drawing chemical bonds on the back of your hand. Each of their names pops into your head, but it does nothing to take your attention away from your fear. 

“I do not wish to harm your family!” You bark, covering your face. “But what if they go astray? Wallace,” Looking at him, he frowns and rubs your back. 

“Ask Sculk to go to sleep if you’re worried. How about we stay for an hour if you still want to go and then we can. I promise,” Slowly, you nod. 

“I need to use the bathroom, but I’ll be right back, okay?” He stands up and you go to stop him, about to beg him to stay but nod. He smiles softly and slowly kisses you. “Sit and breathe, maybe look at my embarrassing pictures.” He points to a shelf with various pictures and a picture book mixed in with textbooks and comics. Nodding, he pecks your forehead and leaves. 

Laying flat on his bed, you hold your hands over your chest. Feeling yourself breathing and your heart stop beating so fast. Once it’s calm enough, you walk over to the window and sit out on the porch roof. Watching as cars drive past and as families greet each other around the block, you frown. 

Maybe if you hadn’t picked up the stone that held Sculk, those kids could’ve been you. You could’ve seen your family again. You could’ve grown up being loved by your family, and seeing your siblings grow up. Go to school, graduate. 

Sighing, you lay your head on the wall behind you, now staring at the sky. 

In truth, it probably was always going to end up this way. With you away from your family, shunned and cast out. But this was probably the best outcome because now you have Dr. Light and Wally. You have Sculk, too. 

“Hey, babe,” Wally climbs out of the window. He knows how you find the word odd, but he loves your reaction to it. “Ready to go back down?” He asks, sitting next to you. 

“Not yet,” You mutter, laying your head on his shoulder. He nods, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and the two of you stare at the clouds together until your legs go numb and you’re forced inside. 

“I promise, they’ll love you.” 

Downstairs, everyone is seated in the living room and watching some show. Unsure if you should greet them, you wave once again and sit next to Wally on the couch. While you’re nervous and unable to watch the courtroom show, you try your best. 

“Oh,” Iris says as she checks her phone. “I hope it’s okay but I invited my friend and her husband over; her parents just died and I didn’t want her to be alone.”

“That’s fine, hun,” Rudy nods and everyone tunes back into the show until Wally suggests playing Just Dance. 

“(Y/n), partners?” He grins as his father loads the game. You’ve played the game before, maybe three times but Wally is infinitely better than you. 

“Sure,” You agree and the two of you pick a song. Apparently, they play in teams, and whoever scores the most wins. He picks Kesha’s C’mon. 

“You always pick this,” You chide, standing next to him. 

“I gotta show off,” He shrugs. 

After three rounds, it’s decided that Jay and Joan got last place, Rudy and Mary got third, Barry and Iris got second, while you and Wally got first. He cheers, of course, holding up the Wii controllers as if it was a trophy. 

“I’d like to dedicate this win to my amazing boyfriend! His support means everything!” He says as if he’s at the Oscars, accepting an award. Grinning, you laugh alongside the others. “And as the winners, we’re deciding on Salvadoran food for dinner!” 

“Are you sure there are Salvadoran restaurants nearby? I’d hate for the food to get cold,” As you finish, Wally and Barry stare at you blinking before staring at each other. “What?” You ask and Wally chuckles, leaning down and kisses the top of your head. 

“Babe, you’re asking the Flash and Kid Flash if a place is nearby.” He explains and you feel stupid, shaking your head. 

“Forgive me for being concerned,” Rolling his eyes, he sits next to you.

“(Y/n) loves Salvadoran food,” He explains. “I don’t think they’ve ever had some, so you’d have to give recommendations.” He tells you and your eyes widen. No way, what if you give them food they hate? “Baby, they love all foods.” 

“You say every time it’s my turn to pick dinner,” 

“And I’m always right,” He grins. “Right, guys?” He looks at his family, silently urging them to agree. 

“I’m sure we’ll love whatever you pick,” Mary nods. Sighing, you agree. Explaining various foods and drinks, they all pick their food and Barry says he’ll pick some up whenever Iris’s friends text back what they’d like to eat. In the meantime, Wally drags you up to his room. 

“See!” He basically cheers as he closes the door. “They love you!” Sitting on his bed, you nod and watch as he dances around his room. Doing his victory dance. 

“For once I was wrong,” You admit and he nods, still dancing around. “Your family is truly nice.” Scooting back in his bed, he closes the windows and the curtains before joining you. On his way to the bed, he grabs his old picture book. 

“Prepare to see the most amazing baby ever!” He grins, his twin-size mattress hardly big enough to hold the two of you. The two of you must’ve stared at pictures for an hour before he puts the book back and the two of you just lay in the bed. 

“Yknow something I always wanted to do?” He grins over at you. Looking away from your phone, you hum and look at him. “Make out in my childhood room.” He winks. 

“Sure,” You grin and climb on top of him. He giggles and you raise an eyebrow, your hands trailing along his jawline. 

“I’m excited,” He huffs, his hands finding their place at your hips. “Sue me.” 

Kissing him, you move your right arm down to the small of his back, pulling him closer to you. He hums and wraps his arms around your neck, mindlessly playing with the hair at the base of your neck. Feeling his nails drag along your scalp, you relax against him. Your left hand gently holds his jaw, keeping his head tilted high enough for you. Your lips mesh against each other, pressing and gliding with each turn of your heads. Eventually, his tongue slips past his lips and you let yours do the same. 

He sighs out of the kiss, staring at you with barely open eyes and a spit-covered grin before leaning back in. Biting your lower lip, Wally picks back up where the two of you left off. Whatever chapstick he had used is fading at this point but he can taste it on your lips, quickly deciding he’ll buy more of it before he loses it. Cupping his neck, you press his lower body deeper into the bed while he makes a move for your belt. 

Shifting his left leg higher, you start breaking the kiss, leaving slowly kisses trailing down his neck when the door swings open. 

“I was right!” Barry shouts, laughing at your expressions. “Come on, dinners ready and Iris’s friends are here.” He closes the door, still laughing as you and Wally fix yourself. 

“That part wasn’t on my bucket list,” He jokes, wiping your mouth of spit as you fix your shirt. 

“Your family knows we kiss,” You groan. “Your dad knows I’ve kissed you! In his house!” He’s going to try and kill you, get Barry to create a tornado, and deprive you of oxygen. 

“My dad knows I tried to have sex in his house!” He groans back. “We can still leave with our dignity.” 

“No,” You huff, kicking the air. “That would be worse. Let’s just go downstairs and act as though Barry never caught us.” It takes him a second but he agrees and the two of you start your walk of shame down to where the rest of his family are. 

“There’s the lovebirds!” Barry cheers when the two of you finally emerge.  Wally rolls his eyes while you stare at the carpet. It’s too late, you can never look any of them in the eyes again. “Sorry, I interrupted your little make-out session,” 

“Babe,” Iris scolds, putting her hand on his knee. He holds his hands up and Iris clears her throat. Wally guides you to a smaller couch than the one you sat on earlier and you finally look somewhere other than the carpet. “Mary this is my brother, Wally, and his boyfriend—“

“(Y/n)?” Mary finished for her. Looking over at Mary, she seems familiar but you can’t tell from where. 

“I apologize, but do I know you?” You ask and she frowns. Everyone looks between the two of you but her husband seems to have already placed it. He grabs her hand, giving her his silent support. 

“It’s me, Mary,” She says and you’re still no closer to knowing who she was. Her frown grows deeper when she figures that nothing is clicking for you. 

“Your sister.” 

“Oh,” You breathe. Wiping your hands on your pants, you lick your lips. 

“Where’ve you been all these years?” She asks, scooting closer to the edge of the couch. When you look at her, you hate how you don’t feel anything. There’s no connection with her, she’s just another stranger to you. 

“I don’t believe right now is the most appropriate place for this conversation,” You tell her with a tight smile. 

“We tried to get ahold of you for the funeral. Mom and Dad would’ve loved to see you—“

“No.” You tell her. Now it’s Wally’s turn to offer you moral support. “They wouldn’t have. If they didn’t want me in their life then they wouldn’t have wanted me in their death. As I've said before, now is hardly the time or place to be having this conversation. I believe you’re making the hosts uncomfortable.” 

“Can we talk outside?” She begs. “Please, I haven’t seen you in a decade. (N/n).” The name stings. It stings more than any injury you’ve ever gotten. The name sounds like nails on a chalkboard. It reminds you of everything you’ve lost, it reminds you that you’ll never be that child again. But maybe, she’s different. Mary might not be like your parents, she could love you again. 

“Fine.” You coincide. “Wallace will join us, though.” She nods, anything to get to talk to you. Wally is up before you are, guiding the three of you out to the backyard as his family awkwardly eats their food. 

“Why did you leave?” She asks once everyone is settled in the deck chairs his father had set out earlier in the day. 

“That’s far from the truth,” Shaking your head, you stare at the moon. “I was kicked out. They’d given up their rights to me, tried to get me sent to a wilderness camp.” 

“Mom never would’ve done that!” Mary’s eyes narrow and you huff, looking back at her. 

“Mary, what use is lying now? If I ran away wouldn’t they have looked for me? Reported me missing— tried to get me home?” It settles on her, how your mother and father only cried for you and prayed during church for you. But they never asked for you back. Her eyes lower, almost ashamed of her actions. 

“Where were you?” She reaches for your hand but you move it away on instinct. 

“A cabin in the woods. I lived there until recently,” 

“Your father,” Mary’s husband started after silence had fallen over the group. “He always told stories about you being possessed. A she-demon who took over your body,” 

“I guess he meant you being gay…” Mary trails before she sighs. “(N/n), I’m so sorry I didn’t help you. That I didn’t fight for you. I’ve missed your entire life, all because I believed our parents without question. But God has brought us back together, God is letting us be a family again.”

“I don’t believe in such a cruel man,” You tell her and she falters. “Your god and his cruel ways are what led to me being abandoned. It’s what led to me living in a broken-down cabin until I was found almost ten years later. Your god isn’t someone deserving of my love and my devotion. He’s never helped me,” You spit. “I helped myself. I found solace, I found joy, I found love. Look, Mary,” Wiping your face, you grab Wally’s hand, giving it squeezes to comfort yourself. 

“I will not tell you that you’re wrong for choosing that god, I will not tell you that your religion is cruel. I’m sure you’ve heard it a thousand times over. What I am telling you is that your god played no role in my life. I am here because I am meeting my boyfriend's family. I met Wallace because the woman who found me is friends with Barry’s friends. I am still alive no thanks to god, no thanks to your mother and father. If you wish to have some sort of relationship with me, you’ll need to understand that.” It was awkward, saying that in front of Wally’s family and all but clearly Mary wasn’t going to let the situation go. 

“I understand,” She nods, her hand rising to press against her cross. “I’m sure our other siblings would love to see you again. I know your birthday is coming up—“

“It is?” Wally gasps, effectively changing the whole conversation. “You’ve never told me your birthday!” The realization hits him like a truck and he gasps, clutching his chest. “Babe!” Mary stifles her laughter, watching the two of you. 

“I haven’t celebrated my birthday in years, Wallace,” 

“We’re celebrating!” He shakes his head. “I’m already planning the best surprise birthday for you,” He grins, leaning closer to you. 

“Please, look up the definition of a surprise.”

“My dad told me the same thing,” 

—

December arrives faster than you’d like. You know Wally and your sister have been texting about your surprise party. You’ve seen their messages— and the subsequent group chat with all of the people who are going. It’s Wally, his family, your sister, your family, Kimiyo and her kids. No one from the team, though. Wally understood well enough that you’d hate to have them there. They know next to nothing about your biological family and you’d hate to have them learn in that way. 

Sculk isn’t the happiest with this. She’s against the idea of you rekindling things with your family but you’ve explained that nothing is set in stone. You’re testing the waters, unable to let yourself get hurt like that again. 

“Happy birthday!” Wally cheers as you enter the training room. Everyone else is already there, starting their warm-ups. 

Thank you, Wallace,” Nodding towards him, you start your warm-up. He watches you, a stupid grin on his face because he doesn’t think you know his plans. He’s already created a great cover story. Barry and Kimiyo are going to call the two of you away for a mission. It’ll do two things, create a reason for you two to leave and ensure that the two of you aren’t called back for an emergency. 

Double win! 

“Happy birthday,” The others rush out and you thank them all the same. 

Around twelve, Wally tells you to put on something nice. He says nothing fancy, but not jeans either. Essentially, your version of comfortable wear. Surprisingly, he’s dressed up. 

He’s wearing a new shirt and pants, a black turtleneck, and a pair of brown plaid pants. Of course, he puts on his usual shoes. 

“Ehh!” He says, gesturing to his outfit. 

    “We could skip it and I could enjoy this outfit in my room,” You offer, slowly trailing your eyes over him. For a moment he genuinely considers it. His eyes flicker something almost desperate, yearning, but he shakes his head. 

“I have an amazing day, plus backups planned,” He tells you, smoothing out your collar. “We can do what you said when we come back, yeah?”

“If you can wait that long,” You chide. His eyebrows raise, seeing that as a challenge he is more than willing to accept. 

The two of you leave Mount Justice with help from Sculk. Appearing in the backseat of Barry’s car that’s parked outside of the venue Mary had rented out, he looks back at the two of you. You’ve spent more time with Barry and Iris since Thanksgiving, actually enjoying their company. Iris often invites you out for coffee on the weekends. 

“No getting freaky—“

“Shut up!” Wally groans, covering his ears before loudly repeating lalalalala. You just stare at him, unblinking. That’s the guy you’ve fallen for. 

“You ready?” Iris asks as she looks back towards you. “Because you can always leave.” Her hand reaches for her knee and Wally catches that for once, you don’t jerk away from the sudden touch. His eyes twinkle as he stares at you, even if you’re unaware of the shine in them. 

“I’m sure I’ll be prepared for most of the possible outcomes,” You reassure. 

Heading inside, you see faces with features that you see in yourself. You see your hair color, your eye shape, your skin tone. Your family. They’re all so foreign to you, you know their names and their relation to you but you don’t know them. They’re like an urban legend in your mind; except you’ve always figured the Moth Man was more real than you reuniting with Thomas again. 

“(Y/n),” He smiles at you, his height matching your own. Thomas was your twin growing up, he was born a week after you to your mother's brother. You’d been inseparable since birth. Damn near identical, too. 

“Thomas,” You greet him. “Wallace, this is my cousin. Thomas, this is my boyfriend, Wallace.” 

“Call me Wally,” He introduces himself with a handshake. “He’s a stickler for full names.” He smiles back at you and you smile back. Thomas laughs before patting your shoulder. 

“Glad to see that hasn’t changed! Come on, Pop is dying to see you again.”

And thus begins an hour of reuniting with family. Having Wally hear whatever stories they’ve retained over the years, small pieces of your childhood that Wally never thought he’d get to hear. 

“You had a stutter?” He whispers to you as the two of you look to find Mary. 

“Used to,” Humming, you spot Mary talking to her husband near the drinks table. “It stopped when I merged with Sculk.” Who, just for the record, is hating every second of this. She hates when they greet you, when they talk fondly of you. when they hug you. She hates the way they act as if you’ve been off to a different country to study and not cast out from their family entirely. 

She hates how the elephant is being ignored.  

You find it amusing how not only are you meeting your family, but so is Wally. Although, he’s much less nervous than you were. He’s chatting away, doing most of the speaking for you (bless him, honestly), and mingling enough for the two of you. 

“(Y/n)!” A woman smiles as she pulls you and Wally over. Removing your arm from her grip, she looks down at it but doesn’t vocalize her thoughts. “I was just telling Imani how you’ve grown into a strong young man.” She grins, beckoning her daughter over. Imani, who you remember through Thomas, is his neighbor. But they’re considered family by the older generations. 

“I remember him crying over a trapped mouse,” Imani grins, nudging her shoulder with yours. Rolling your eyes, you see Wally grin and lean his head on your shoulder. 

“You cried over a mouse?” Wally asks and you nod. 

“I had just read the Crime of Being Small poem. It was cruel to let the creature starve in the trap when I could simply release it. But my father never permitted me,” You explain. “It never stopped me though,” 

“What a hero,” Imani remarks, a lighthearted smile on her face as she watches her mother leave. It drops once she’s out of earshot. “I can’t believe you came back,” She frowns and you frown back. Was she not happy to see you? You understood you were never that close but, damn. “No offense, but you’re better off.” She quickly adds and guides you over to seats. 

“Before you went on that mountain trip, our parents were thinking of setting us up,” She explains, scratching her neck. “They started up that betrothal shit again; I’m actually engaged.” 

“We could help you get out,” Wally immediately offers and you nod. She sighs, wringing her hands together. 

“I don’t have my diploma… I don’t have anything,” She admits and Wally glances at you, urging you to take the lead. 

“Neither did I,” She looks at you as if she remembered that you’d been alone, without any documentation for years. “But I can set you up with someone; get a place to live while you get your GED and raise enough money to support yourself.”

“Really?” She breathes and you nod, offering a smile. 

“Give me your number or…” Thinking about it. “I could ask them to collect your belongings now and we can leave once the party is over.”

“That quick?”

“That quick.” 

Connections, connections, connections. That’s the name of the game, at least that’s what Kimiyo tells you. Getting into contact with Bruce was easy, he’d prepared a safe house in Central City until Imani picked a different one. Clark and Doctor Fate collected Imani’s things, setting them up in the safe house. 

All the while, you and Wally are hanging amongst everyone at the party, eating snacks and drinking fruit punch. Imani is nervous, having to excuse herself to the bathroom enough that her mother starts to worry. So, the two of you bring her into your group and talk until Mary says it’s time to sing Happy Birthday. 

You’re reluctant. But you can’t say no, it is your party. 

It’s a tower of a cake, covered in your favorite color with small white details. There are little emblems and when you look at them, you see Lady Whistledown. The gossiper in Bridgerton. 

Everyone sings Happy Birthday, recording videos with obnoxious flashlights and trying to get you to smile. 

The song ends and you’re handed the knife, everyone waiting for you to make the first cut. Hand the first slice to someone incredibly important to you. You know Mary wishes it was for her, she stands next to your other siblings, watching as you cut the slice and carefully plate it. Her hands almost reach for the plate instinctively, but you hand it to Wally. 

He doesn’t know the meaning of the plate. He doesn’t understand that you’re basically declaring your love for him. He doesn’t get why everyone is stunned when he’s handed the slice. But you smile at him and wipe frosting from the knife onto his nose. The same thing he’d done to you for your birthday. 

Barry takes over cutting the other slices, handing you the second slice so the two of you could sit in peace for a little bit. 

“Did you enjoy it?” Wally asks as the two of you make your way to the outside area. 

“More than I thought I would,” The cake is lovely. It tastes good but you’re sure Wally has incredible tastes for these sorts of things. “Thank you, Wallace.” 

It’s too early for an ‘I love you’, but both of you can feel the words lingering in the air. Your feelings are mutual, trying to outshine the other but you match his love in your own ways. 

To be loved is to be seen. To be loved is to be changed. To be loved is to be known. 

You love Wally. You love how he catches your moods, how he knows when you need a break, when you need a push. You love how you’ve slowly noticed his little quirks becoming your own. His eye rolls, his laugh, his gaze. You love how he knows your favorite color, your favorite flavor, and your favorite food. How he knows certain things would never be something you’d enjoy. 

Laying your head on his shoulder, you stare at his free hand. He’s since finished his cake, the empty plate left on the ledge next to him. 

Saying I love you feels right. Saying I love you would be like saying the sky is blue. Of course, it is, of course you do. But you’ve heard it’s too soon in the relationship. It’s too soon to feel that strongly about someone. But in truth, you think this is only the beginning. 

—

“How're you holding up?” Wally asks as he rushes over to you, watching your back as you fight against two of the zombie soldiers. He attacks the third zombie that had slipped behind you. 

“Good,” You huff, using Sculk’s powers to rip one of the zombie’s heads from its body. “I broke one of their jaws and used it as a shovel.” He makes a noise akin to that’s good and you hum. 

“Can you two focus?” Conner grunts, having five zombies on top of him. Flinging them off of him, you roll your eyes and pull the zombies to the center of the room. There’s about a dozen or so left and Dick had wanted to get some in to see what spell or curse they were under. It was a little difficult to knock out a zombie, they didn’t have a stream of consciousness or any sort of pain receptors. 

It was a matter of switching off their mobility, essentially paralyzing them. 

“Thanks, Ward,” Dick sighs, wiping his face of zombie flesh. Nodding, you check over Wally. He’s fine, talking to Artemis. His hair is messy and his black suit is working wonders for his body. Damn, runner's ass was a real thing. 

Snapping out of it, you clear your throat and head over to M’Gann and Zatanna, helping with the magic side of everything. 

“I want Ward and Miss Martian with me to dissect them,” Dick tells everyone as Zatanna binds them together. “Zatanna, could you make sure that nothing follows us back?” She nods and scans the area as you help M’Gann load up the zombies. It makes the jet smell horrid, surprise, dead things without ventilation smell horrible!

On the way home, you can’t help but stare at Wally. His black suit really is nice, but when he switches back to the yellow and red, you shift in your seat. 

“Zombies moving!” Conner shouts and you whip your head around, seeing the twelve zombies surrounded by a magical sort of aura. 

The Witches doing. Sculk sneers as she helps you put them back down. This time, she encases them in a magical prison. Cool, totally cool. 

“It’s Enchantress,” You tell them. “Someone needs to alert Batman that June has lost control of her.” Dick nods and calls his father. With Enchantress, you know you’re in for a long night of undoing spells and magical traps. So long that you’ll overuse Sculk’s magic and probably do something stupid. 

Dammit. 

—

Looking up from his phone, Wally gets up at the rapid knocks on his door. It opens and he smiles when he sees you, about to greet you before you start speaking. 

“I want you,” You tell Wally as you stand in front of his door, covered in sweat. He stares at you, confused. He hasn’t even known that you returned from the dissection room. 

“You have me…?” He trails, letting you in, and checks the hallway to see if anyone else is awake and in the hallway. It’s the middle of the night, he’d thought about going to sleep so it’s probably around two in the morning. 

“No, I want you sexually.” You groan as he closes his door, although you’ve come close more than a dozen times, nothing has gone past a couple of hickeys. “Ever since this—“ You gesture between the two of you. “I’ve been feeling weird shit. Horny shit. And fuck your suit? It’s really doing things to me, man!” You admit and he has to pause. Never has he heard you say any of those words before. 

“Are you okay?” He asks, putting his hand on your forehead. When he does, you start giggling and hold his hand in yours. 

“Yes— Sculk thinks I should mention I get weird when I overuse her powers— but I’ve been jacking it like a pre-teen for months to the idea of you. So, can we fuck? That sounds so rude.” You frown and drop his hand. “I’m willing to have sex if you are. Like so willing,” You rephrase your sentence. 

“Yes, please,” He laughs, already discarding his shirt as you grin and start to do the same. “Wait— are you sure you want this? I feel like this should wait until you’re clear-headed,” He says as he places a hand on your chest, keeping you away from him. 

“Ugh, you’re too nice. And sure, Sculk is about to knock me out, anyway,” In preparation you go to sit on his bed but your body gives out and you collapse. Wally even with his amazing sight can’t tell when your body changes from you to Sculk. Black and blue cover takes your body like moss on a tree and Sculk sits up. 

“This’ll be short,” She says, her voice like that of an audiobook for children. “Yes, he’s in a clear state of mind. Too clear, it’s basically anti-lying drugs when he overuses my powers. So, good luck. I will not be here for when you two…” She makes a face. “You know. I’ll be locked away, trust. That’s my son, I already hear his thoughts about you.” She gags at the mention and he doesn’t know if he should feel insulted. 

“Son?” He echos and she laughs. It makes him feel warm, like a child again. 

“I’ve raised the kid, that’s my son. He really likes you, by the way,” She smiles. “Thank you, for that. But I’ll kill you if need be.” And just like that, your body is back on his bed and he’s left trying to grasp with the knowledge he’s been bestowed.

—

With much encouragement from Wally, you agreed to hang out with the others for dinner. He thinks it’s the perfect time to have dinner with the team. With summer approaching again, he’s hoping for a weekend vacation with the team. You wanted to stay inside his room, perhaps continue your activities from the morning. But this was fine, too, you supposed. 

Everyone is in the kitchen, discussing what to get. 

“I’m tired of pizza,” Artemis says, immediately cutting Wally off when his lips press to make the P sound. “We should branch out for once! How about Salvadoran food?” Nodding in agreement, you can already picture what you’re going to eat. 

“My boyfriend loves Salvadoran food!” Wally beams, pulling you into a sideways hug. The others pause their conversation and look at the two of you. 

“Boyfriend?” Dick echos, looking between the two of you. “You’re his boyfriend?” He asks you. 

“I do enjoy Salvadoran food,” You nod. His eye nearly twitched, technically yes, that answered the question but it totally didn’t at the same time. 

“How long have you been dating?” M’Gann smiles, her arm wrapping around Conner’s shoulder. 

“One year and one month,” Wally happily tells them. “I’m surprised you haven’t noticed. (Y/n)’s been super touchy, it’s cute.” He grins before kissing your cheek. “And my lock screen is him.” As proof, he shows them the picture of you smiling with the sea glass next to your eye. Yours is a picture of you and Wally on a date to the local fair where he ate too many deep-fried Oreos. 

“They don’t notice me,” You shrug, just wanting to eat. “It isn’t surprising that they haven’t taken notice.” Frowning, Wally rubs your arm and looks at the others with an accusing glare. 

“That’s not true,” Klaudr shakes his head. “You’re a valuable teammate, we notice you.” The others nod but do not offer anything of value. 

“I don’t mind,” Shaking your head, you lean away from Wally. “I understand I am not the most approachable or the most… friendly person on this team. There’s no ill intent nor malice.” 

Before anyone can speak again, your phone buzzes and you see it’s a call from Doctor Light. 

“I am needed elsewhere,” Excusing yourself, you kiss the corner of Wally’s mouth. “Enjoy your dinner.” He nods and sees you off, but doesn’t return to the others for dinner. Instead, he makes a bowl of cereal and heads towards his room. Only, the elevator door won’t open. 

He tries every door and nothing works, he’s stuck in the common area until you or Zatanna returns to fix it. Great. He’ll just eat his food in the living room. 

The others don’t eat much before heading to the living room. 

“Wally,” Dick starts but Wally doesn’t listen. With his back to everyone, Wally lays down on one of the shorter couches, making sure no one could sit next to him or talk to him. For extra measure, he puts on your pair of headphones that he stashed in the living room and immediately, the sound around him drops to nothing but his own breathing. 

Dramatic, probably. But he would’ve thought that the team, his friends— supposedly your friends, were still excusing you. He’d straight up told Dick that he basically ignored you, surely he would’ve thought ‘Hmm, my teammate is being excluded, we should include him especially since he was alone since he was five until four years ago’ but no. He thinks it especially hurts because Dick is his best friend— his best friend can’t be bothered to take the time to be friends with his boyfriend. 

That shit really stings. 

He must’ve watched videos for three hours before he saw the mist of your powers roll over him. Pushing one of the headphones away from his ear, he looks back at you and smiles. You’re dropping your hero outfit on the ground, revealing your daily clothes and your tired expression. He catches the signs that you’ve overworked yourself and frowns. That mission must’ve been tough, but you’re not injured. 

“Aw, babe,” He draws out as he scoots back, offering space between him and the back of the couch. “Wanna cuddle?” The offer is met with a simple nod and he lets you crawl over him. He smiles as you lay in front of him, throwing one leg over his legs to pull him closer. 

“Thanks, ‘missed you,” You mumble, digging your head into his shirt. With barely open eyes, you stare at him. He can basically see the heart eyes you’re making and he smiles, tracing chemical bonds on your cheek. 

“I missed you, too,” He whispers, pulling the headphones off with his free hand. 

“Nah,” You laugh and his eyebrows raise. “I missed you so much more!” You tell him, running your fingers up and down his arm. 

“How much?” He asks, just to milk the situation. 

“Oh,” You sigh, eyes wide. “Like so much! Ugh, Kimiyo wouldn’t let me leave to come and see you!” He fake gasps and you nod, acting as if that was going to get her in trouble. 

“She didn’t?” Wally shakes his head. 

“She did, baby!” You whine, cupping his face. “I was so lonely and I kept thinking about you and me and you kissing, us having se— Sculk is telling me to shut up.” You laugh into his chin and he knows the party is over. “She says I’m gonna regret this when I wake up— oh, she’s making me fall asleep. Night,” Immediately, your head falls onto the pillow and your hands drop into your face. He fixes you, of course, laying on his back with you on top of him. 

When he flips onto his back he catches the others staring and stares back. 

“We’re sorry,” Dick speaks first, looking amongst the others. “We should’ve made more of an effort with (Y/n).” He nods, carefully fixing your hair. 

“Our normality and judgment blocked out any potential interactions,” Kaldur adds. “We understand that looking from the outside doesn’t provide the full story, especially regarding Ward.” 

“Who knew he was so cuddly,” Artemis adds, making Wally chuckle.

“I did,” He speaks softly despite knowing Canary’s screams won’t wake you up in that state. 

[montimer]

Can I get BTAS, TNBA, and JLA Joker x insecure reader headcanons, please?

Sure!!

(Tnba,btas,jla)Joker x insecure reader

Gn!reader, hc's

Tnba

He's taken by surprise. Why would someone as lovely as you be insecure?

Did some horrible person told you something thats stuck in ur head? Or is it just you telling yourself? Either way hes good at figuring you out

Lots of kisses and hugs from him. He compliments you even more

He'll make sure to give a visit if it was a person, his guards will take good care of whoever dared hurt his darling.

He loves you so much and wants you to feel comfortable w yourself :]

Btas

Hes angry, not at you ofc! Never at you. Rather at the worthless person who made you feel this way.

He gives you lots of attention too to make you feel better while his goons find that person

He lets you sit on his lap while you talk

He gives kisses all over ur face, proud of the fact that he left his lipstick marks on you

He loves you dearly, no person can dare make his darling feel insecure, and he makes sure that is clear to everyone.

Jla

He immediately jumps to hug you.

He tries his best to cheer you up, with lots of jokes, tricks and ofc compliments and cheesy flirting to make you laugh or atleast smile.

He hates to see his dear feeling down, he never hesitates to bring a smile to your face.

Confetti will be all around the hide out and a big sign saying 'i love you y/n :)'

[primeofprimes115]

You Saved Me From Myself ♥️ - Supergirl x Male Reader

Warnings: Fluffy/Wholesome and Angst (Also a cheeky smut 💕)

18+

*

Being someone who is practically and almost immortal with a gift of power comes with many advantages... But what it doesn't prepare you for... Is the heartbreaks.

Watching all of your loved ones die and pass away while you stand there like like you haven't aged at all.

This does as such for an Ancient Warrior named Elementor aka Y/N L/N... Well just Y/N now as it is.

Gifted a power from an Ancient God, a Gardener of sorts, resurrecting him from the dead with little memory of his last death or how he even died.

He's fought many battles, lived through Humanity's greatest wars and over the years, he's changed.

But... Like all times, heartbreak is destined to change someone completely, scarring them for life.

Y/N went through so many heartbreaks, scarring him, changing him into the person he is now, who has no time to muck around, and gets the job done without question or ease.

But deep inside? He hated himself, he hated his purpose, he doubted himself and pushed so many potential friends and many who liked him away, to save himself of that heartbreak.

He wasn't as chatty as he was centuries ago, he barely talked and when he would, everyone would shut up and just listen to what he had to say.

For a time... He was angry at himself, angry at whoever gave him this godlike power, angry at the curse that was brought upon him to watch his loved ones wither away while he couldn't.

He still is angry, angry at the curse brought on him, only to just protect Earth and the Universe for that matter, a purpose which was slowly turning him insane.

The world he lives in now? Is a world filled with Heroes, Heroes that are Human, Meta-Human and Aliens.

Many teams of heroes had these protectors, such as the Justice Society of America (JSA), the Justice League of America (JLA), the Outsiders, The Teen Titans and last but not least... The Doom Patrol.

He's met many of the heroes, the only one he respects the most is of course Batman, someone as serious as him, gets the job done without question and plans ahead accordingly.

But even everyone has their least favourites, and it's mostly a lot of the Heroes, the chattier but not too serious types, he would often butt-heads with many... But there was one particular Hero who he butted heads with more than he could count, one who he didn't really get along with on good terms who recently joined the newly re-formed Outsiders, led by Nightwing aka Dick Grayson and Artemis the Amazonian Warrior.

The cousin of Superman, the Maiden of Might, the Girl of Steel, Supergirl.

"At least show some respect!" The Kryptonian got annoyed with his attitude toward her, though it was for a reason.

"Respect isn't given, it's earned! You could've jeopardized the whole mission, you got cocky, reckless and you could've gotten a member of your squad killed!" Y/N scolded her, his voice was heard by everyone within the HQ.

"I was only trying to help as much as I could, isn't that what we're supposed to do?" she argued back, getting a little more angrier as everyone watched.

"By putting others in danger? Causing collateral damage let alone distracting others in the process? You got cocky, you tried showing off, you tried to impress others, let alone tried impressing me? You didn't impress me girl, you only disappointed me" he said with outmost disappointment once more, turning his back to end the conversation with him walking away.

"Ha, it's not like you tried protecting your own friends and people before right? Oh yeah I forgot, you don't have any!" Kara smirked with her insult, prompting the Ancient Warrior to stop in his tracks, his eyes widening as his blood began to boil.

"What. Did you just say?" his voice turned cold, his head moving to the side, giving her the side eye.

"You heard what I said" she crossed her arms as everyone within the room looked shocked, flabbergasted.

"Damn... That's just... Cold" Impulse aka Bart Allen broke the awkward silence between his fellow allies standing beside him, ready to witness what was about to be said next

"And what would your birth parents think!? ~" he violently turns round to face her as her smirk disappeared from her face - "What would they think of the woman you've become? A cocky, disobedient, snob who disobeys orders most of the time! ~" he shouted at her, Kara began clenching her fists as he dared talking to her about her parents - "You think you deserve to wear that glyph? When you wear that symbol, you don't bring hope, the only thing they'll see you as... is a disappointment... Someone who's not worthy to wear that!" he growled at her, Kara's facial expression went completely from all of that went from snarky to downright angry, she grinded her teeth, clutching her fists as they both stared each other down with hatred for one another.

"DON'T YOU DARE SPEAK OF THEM LIKE THAT!!" she suddenly lashes out at him, right hooking him across the jaw with super-human speed and power, the force of her punch echoed through the entire room, shaking everyone in their boots as Y/N was turned round due to the force of Kara's punch, his back now turned to her.

A moment later, he spat out blood along with a few teeth, this pumped something in Y/N, giving him adrenaline, no one has ever managed to make him lose a few teeth in years, let alone make him spit out blood.

Shocked gasps were heard, some whispers between one another, debating if they should stop this now or there won't be a HQ to reside in.

Y/N could only wipe at his mouth and then...

He laughed, he let out a laugh like none other - "No one has ever managed to make me spit out teeth and blood in years" he continued to laugh, no one has heard him laugh before which was... Pretty scary to others.

But to Kara? She showed no fear, her blood was still boiling, her face said it all.

His laugh then turned into a sinister growl after spitting out some more blood one more time, he turned round with the crazy eye - "you want a fight? ~" he summoned a scorching hammer in his hand - "THEN LET'S FIGHT!!" he shouted, making his way over to her as she began to also approach, before being stopped by the other Outsiders.

"Hey hey, chill out! There's no need to fight" Blue Beetle got in Y/N way along with Impulse, Metamorpho and Thunder while Wonder-Girl (Cassandra Sandsmark), Halo and Jade hold Supergirl back from fighting Elementor

"Let go of me!!" Y/N growled, attempting to push them all away.

"What's wrong? Knocked a few teeth out! I'll knock out the rest!!" Kara shouted across as her friends tried holding her back, almost getting overpowered by her.

"You two! KNOCK IT OFF! ~" Nightwing finally arrived at the commotion with Artemis, The Amazonian Warrior, trying to break up the commotion they heard from outside the debriefing room - "Y/N. calm down! And you too Kara! Knock it off, both of you!" he told the two off like telling off bad behaving toddlers, already having enough of their crap.

Y/N growled one last time before overpowering the heroes holding him back as Kara did the same, knocking them away as they both rushed each other, only for both Nightwing and Artemis to get in the way - "When I say knock it off, you knock it off! ~" his hands both reached out in front of Y/N and Kara, as they both stared each other down with hatred, Kara was so tempted to use her heat vision, super-breath, anything just to land another hit on him as he thought of using his elemental shield to throw it at her, but with both Nightwing and Artemis standing in the way, he knew he couldn't - "I don't know what's gotten into both of you to fight but it ends now!" he ordered.

"He started it!" Kara argued, staring down Y/N as he kept his eyes on her also, giving her a glare.

"I don't care who started what, you both need to calm down and stop fighting like a married couple" Nightwing folds his arms in disappointment, the Kryptonian and Warrior look at with shock and utter confusion.

"Wait what ~" Kara cocked an eyebrow before cackling - "Me, him? Married couple? Uh uh, nope, nope! Never happening, never!" The Kryptonian scoffed.

"That's not what I meant Supergirl ~" Nightwing retorts - "my point is that there's no need for violence, and Kara, you know well not to attack someone who's trying to school you from what you did, I was told what happened and Y/N is right on one thing, you were being reckless, and you also disobeyed orders" Nightwing turned his gaze to Kara, being held back by Artemis.

Kara shakes Artemis' grip off not long after, thinking why is he siding with such an asshole? - "Excuse me? I was helping people, isn't that what we're supposed to do? Plus, he's not even in the Outsiders so why is he here in the first place?!" Kara pointed towards him, who just stared angrily at her, letting out cold breaths in between.

"I made him team leader for the mission till I was back from Bludhaven, and he's here to help us for the time being, he's an ally, not an enemy" Nightwing scolded her as she pouted.

"Yeah right, at least he can show respect, a team leader doesn't scold their own, and plus, you think I'm just gonna let him make me think that I'm a disappointment to this? To my parents!! ~" she pouts, angrily tapping the House of El glyph - "I bet he does the same with others, If he even had a team to lead or friends for the matter"

Nightwing just sighs and looks at Y/N, still wielding his scorching weapon as it burned brightly as he stomped closer - "Stand down Y/N, calm down ~" he reached his hands out to him - "I'll deal with this, I'll talk with her about it but you don't need to start a fight with her either, she's one of my teammates and I won't let her get hurt, and that'll make me responsible for it" he tried calming down the flame inside the Warrior, keeping his eyes on the Kryptonian as she gave him a hateful glare.

"Nightwing... With all due respect... I'm going to say this once, and once only... Keep. Your own allies in line ~" he coldly spoke, towering over the crime fighter before getting into his face, leaning down a little - "Or I will" his words came out cold with a threatening aura, his hammer disappeared before walking out the room.

"Well... That was awkward ~" Impulse says out loud before being punched in the arm by Wonder-Girl - "Ow! What was that for?" he yelped.

The former sidekick of Batman sighs as Y/N disappeared out of view, turning back to Kara as she kept her eyes focused on the wall, using her x-ray vision to see where Elementor was heading.

"Kara ~" Dick snapped his fingers, snapping Kara out of her x-ray vision - "Debriefing room, now"

*

Y/N stood outside, sighing to himself as the calming winds hit his face, he looks out to the city ahead of him, closing his eyes as echoes of voices ring in his head, echoes from his past... Of his loved ones, family and friends.

All he could hear was "Don't push people back, let their kind soul help you"

He wished he could, but he couldn't, he didn't want to feel that pain of losing the people he'll care about, they'll become attached to him.

Batman was right about one thing, don't let anyone become too attached to you and... Y/N respected that... But deep down... He knew it felt wrong but he was doing it for a reason.

He sighed to himself once more, before he felt Nightwing's presence behind him - "What is it?" he asked brashly, not in a mood to have any company.

"Just coming to check on you big guy, I spoke with her -"

-And?" he moved his head to the left a little, giving him a side eye.

"And? Y/N, you were a little harsh on her don't you think? She's not long-"

-"That doesn't give her the right to disobey orders, DIRECT. Orders. The world isn't sunshine and rainbows Grayson, she needs to learn responsibility, she was cocky, reckless, put her own team at risk and I had to save them and herself!" Y/N snapped.

"She's trying, like the young generation are, I heard what happened with you and the younger generation of Heroes, you're not really liked by most of them, yes I understand that she was a little reckless during the mission but that doesn't give you the right to lay into my own, not with her, she's just new to the team so cut her some slack!" Nightwing raised his voice at him, Y/N turns round immediately turns round, staring him down with annoyance before the realisation hits him.

His facial expression turns somber as the former sidekick realises it, the Warrior sighs and turns his back to him, one foot up on the platform of the roof - "I know... I just..."

"I know you're trying to look out for them, trying to show them that the world isn't as colourful as they think ~" he stood beside him taking in the view also - "But Kara? She understands, she doesn't need to be schooled like that. She's gone through a lot for the past year, she's still new to Earth... Sorta, but she's lost her planet, twice, Krypton and New Krypton, she's lost her people, her parents, friends... She's still... grieving as it is, I know you were there when the Kryptonians issued an assault on Earth ~" Nightwing finished as the both looked at the city's lights, lighting up everywhere - "My point is... Just cut her some slack, I know she can be... Rebellious but let me deal with her if she does anything like that again, she's got great value to the team, the world and she's one of the Outsiders now, or at least part time but... I would probably keep your distance from her, I've told her the same also, and... I know what she said to you, I was told about it" he added.

Y/N looks at him before sighing with somber, thinking back to what Kara said that got them to fight in the first place - "She's right about that Grayson... I don't have any friends left... All my people are gone" he gave in to Kara's harsh words from earlier.

"C'mon don't say that, she was just saying that to get a reaction out of you, I mean... You scolded her a bit too much and she retaliated" he tried cheering him up.

"I wish you were right Dick Grayson, I wish you were" he refused to believe him, making him realise that Y/N was still grieving too.

For how he knows this? By reading his face.

"Look, I know you've lived for a very long time and still looking young as ever ~" he jabs at the curse a little, making Y/N grumble - "But I also know you're pushing people away, refusing to have anyone help you or... Become friends with you, I know that because you didn't want to be my friend, just acquaintances, I know that because... You don't want to go through that pain again, I can tell by the look in your face that I'm correct right?" he asked as Y/N looked at him.

He sighs once more, looking back at the city - "Yes... You're correct, it's not the fact I feel... That pain, but the fact that if I have someone close to me, wither away and die while I can defy death, over and over and over again, it's a curse Grayson, and it's..." he stopped speaking to grumble again.

"It's driven you insane?" he asked kindly.

"I guess you can put it like that" he agrees with him.

"I can't imagine what you're going through Elementor, but don't let it drag you down, just gotta push forward, all you need - is a little push and you're all set to sail" he patted his back which surprised Y/N, and for the first time... He smiled, without showing it of course.

"You're smiling, aren't you?" he smirked.

"Don't make this awkward Grayson" he warned him as a laugh escaped Nightwing's throat.

"Whatever you say big guy... Just remember to... Keep your distance from her, to prevent arguments and that but knowing her? She might not listen" Grayson sighed to himself, patting Y/N on the back before walking off.

"A push? A little push and you're all set to sail?" he repeated Grayson's words from earlier as he kept his gaze on the city, making him realise that maybe he wasn't wrong, maybe he was harsh on Kara, too harsh to say at least.

Sure she can be pretty immature, impulsive, bratty, rebellious and too quick to anger, but from what he has heard about her... She's done some good, despite many people not liking her mostly everywhere, especially Metropolis.

In a way... He felt pity for her, but she doesn't fully understand him, why he acts the way he is, mostly strict and commanding, the guy who always ruins parties and stuff, she didn't like him for it, nor has she ever.

That's where the dislike comes in, he doesn't like when she acts out of order, she's disobeying orders and getting cocky which almost got her and a few others severely hurt, killed almost, including civilians, she doesn't like when he's so strict and commanding, the one who isn't much fun at parties or anything fun, he just gets stuff done his way, in and out, quick and clean.

She even relates him to Batman in a way "He's like Batman but more... Nastier, grumpier and... Just a downright dickhead" she once told her friends.

Even some of Kara's friends dislike him for what he is, Ancient Warrior or not.

But they fail to see the pain behind the armour, the mask. The pain he's suffered throughout his time of living for that long, he's watched many of his allies, friends and family wither away and die, and that scarred him for life.

They can't imagine what it's like to live for thousands of years and die over, and over, and over again, coming back each time just to repeat the cycle again and again.

He felt... Lost, he didn't feel himself anymore... He doesn't feel...

Human anymore...

He only felt... Isolated... In a world he doesn't understand anymore.

As he looked toward the stars... He began to think...

"What happens next?"

*

A month had flown by, quite say that the Outsiders were getting along... A little.

Supergirl and Elementor always kept eyes on each other when one weren't looking at one another, Kara pulling off faces at him when he wouldn't look but she was caught doing it one time which made him roll his eyes.

"Maybe she is more immature than I thought" he mumbled to himself which she heard him, almost erupting into another pointless argument which would be broken up.

Though things were still heated between the two, she began to show a little... Pity for Y/N after she briefly heard him talk with Nightwing one night, talking about the situation they're currently dealing with before the next part caught her attention fully... Where Y/N would tell him about his life, and barely scratches the surface about his last friends the other night.

She knew he had no friends but... To hear him say "The only friends I ever had... Are gone, and they've been gone for a long time ~" made her realise that there is more to Y/N than she originally thought - "I'm just... Afraid of losing people close to me again"

Maybe the way he acts commanding and strict is because he doesn't want whatever fate happen to her and the others that happened to his friends? His allies?

She revealed this to her friend Cassandra Sandsmark/Wonder-Girl.

"I caught onto Nightwing's conversation with Y/N believe it or not" Kara said, sitting down lazily on her couch within her apartment, still in costume.

"Really? What'd you hear?" she replied with curiosity.

"They were just talking about... The situation and the plans but then... Nightwing asked him something about 'letting people in?' or something like that but... There was one thing that really caught my ear is that... Y/N replied with 'The only friends I had are gone, and they've been gone for a long time' which made me think there's more to him than I thought? Maybe I was right when I said he had no friends and I didn't even realise why it hit him the way it did a month ago" Kara answered, feeling pretty guilty about her harsh words to him last month.

"Oh really? Wow ~" Cassie didn't know what to say, this was the first time she's heard this piece of information - "I know he's lived for a long time but... Ouch, I can't imagine that" she felt bad for him too.

"He told Nightwing that he's still grieving about it, but it doesn't give him the excuse to... Loath into me and a few others, or treat us like toddlers when he looks like a a young person too ~" Kara complained - "And he hasn't even apologised to me yet about what he said about my parents, my birth parents, about... Thinking I'm not worthy of wearing this" she pouted sadly, sighing to herself as Cassie went to comfort her best friend.

"Maybe he's just working on it, after all, I think you should apologise to him for what you said to him last month" she told her as Kara looked at her friend.

"What's the point? He's not gonna listen, he's just gonna ignore me, like he usually does with others" she pouted.

"Maybe, but give it time, give him time to come round, it will happen, just like how you and I forgave each other" Cassie comforted her.

"But that was different, this however? This is something else, how can I make him forgive me?" she wondered.

"Like I said, with time Kara. Or you can just approach him and apologise there but... I don't think that's a good idea considering your in hot, boiling water with him right now" Cassie replied to Kara's thought, making sure she doesn't think too far ahead.

"Thanks Cass" she hugged her friend with a smile.

"Anytime Sis" she replied, smiling back with her.

*

The next few weeks were quite eventful for the Outsiders, especially for Kara.

It indeed was a busy few weeks for the Outsiders, with villains on the run, causing some commotion as usual and with the current situation, it was no surprise that one of them, being Lex Luthor, was looking for a source of ancient power, a power Y/N once sealed away that came from an ancient being

This is where he was fully involved in this, despite Kara not willing to enjoy it...

However... Things weren't as they seemed for both Kara and Y/N, even after stopping Lex and his quest for power.

(Kara/Supergirl's pov)

Had to stop by Metropolis to do what I do best, saving the day, kicking criminal butt and taking names!

There's one thing I really enjoy about being Supergirl? It's not just saving lives and kicking butt! It's the flying part that's my favourite. Being able to fly out of Earth and sunbathe is definitely an experience, a very relaxing experience.

But from what I've noticed? I've noticed that Elementor hasn't shown up to the Outsiders for the last week or two after the situation was dealt with about Lex and his quest for power.

Why does he even bother? I don't know? It's Lex Luthor, once he sees something, he wants to claim its power.

But... Last week... Y/N... He saved me from getting hurt badly, using his elemental shield or something to save me and... I never got to thank him for it.

"I've got you Supergirl, we'll fight him together" I remember him reaching out to me with his hand to pull me up, I still haven't forgotten that, it was pretty magical in a way too, him saving me in that way, I think that's the moment maybe I was wrong about him.

I still need to apologise to him... I should've done it as soon as I could but... I was too stubborn, doubtful he'd even take the time to listen to me.

But for some reason... He was... Very nice to me, he barely even talked but... What made me happy was that he praised me for my heroic deeds for saving the Earth while my cousin was immobilised.

It made me happy but... I should've apologised there and I regret not doing so... Though he hasn't apologised to me yet so... I guess we're not there just yet.

Nothing more than just flying around the city, enjoying the breeze and wind hitting my face as I continue patrolling Metropolis.

That was until I flew over near the Cemetery, where I caught a familiar face near it.

It's... Y/N? What's got him in Metropolis? And is he carrying... Flowers?

He was walking to the entrance of the Cemetery and this really got me curious, is he visiting someone's grave? Because it sure seems like it.

Doesn't matter, I need to see why he is here, it's been a hot minute since I last seen him.

I stayed a-float so he couldn't see or hear me, I didn't want to draw his attention, whatever has him in the Cemetery must be something very important to him.

As I flew a little closer, he stopped at a gravestone before kneeling down to it, using my microscopic vision, I could see it read; 'Here lies Elliot Richards 1865 -1901, loving husband, father, friend and sibling'

Wait... Was this? Is this one of Y/N's friends? from the 18th century?

"Hey old friend... It's been a while ~" he sighed to himself as put down the flowers, I stayed stationary not too far from him but a little closer than before - "I know I haven't been able to... Visit since well... Been busy... Keeping all of this safe" he sounded... Sorrowed, hurting, like he was in pain.

I blocked every noise that I could hear with my super-hearing to listen to what Y/N was saying, I flew a little closer than before - "I don't even know where to begin, the world has... Changed since the last time I ever visited you, and the others too" my heart wrenched at this, a sick turning of my stomach was enough to make me realise what was really happening.

He was grieving... Like I would... I'd talk to a picture or... Something that reminds me of my parents... And this was his way.

"The world isn't even the same as it was ages ago, there was no advanced technology, no skyscrapers in cities, not many extra-terrestrials... Nothing like that, there was only... Us... Guardian Warriors and Humans, they call me an Ancient Warrior now but... Humanity has changed, many things have changed, whole cities were built, more aliens and extra-terrestrials than before... And I thought in the next cycle, there would be more like me... I was wrong ~" he scoffed, I really wanted to swoop on down there but I know I can't, not right now - "If I could give you my one life, If could do the same for everyone I cared for... I would... But I can't, I have to live with the fact that no matter what happens... I don't think I'll ever have that one, final death... It's a curse! A lie! The fact I've died so many times only to come back has been driving me to insanity and I... *sigh* I don't even know anymore, I don't even know who I am at this point" he looked at his hands, self-loathing himself... Just like I did? Survivor's Guilt?? I'm not the only one who suffers from it???

I hear him sigh once more, after all this time? He's been suffering from the same thing I've went through? This realisation hit me pretty hard, those harsh words I said to him not long ago, the way his facial expression got when those words left my mouth, the fact he bad mouthed me over me not being worthy of wearing this glyph? How he made me think I disappointed Mom and Dad, Alura and Zor-El.

"I may have... Done some... Things I'm not proud of to people who didn't deserve it, especially to... One particular girl I scolded, around 18 years old, her name is Kara... Kara Zor-El, people call her Supergirl, she's also an alien called a Kryptonian much like her cousin, but... *sigh* she didn't deserve to be scolded by me, she's been through a lot as of it is and I... I said some... Horrible things to her, even though she did the same but not as bad as I did... I don't think I'll ever -"

He's talking about me? I have to agree that he wasn't wrong about me... I felt like I wasn't worthy, I still feel responsible for New Krypton's destruction that I just I wanted to give up being Supergirl, just to live as Linda Lang full time, not everyone likes Supergirl, but I knew what Kal would say, what Conner, John Irons and the rest would say, including my Earth Aunt, Lana Lang.

But overall... Y/N was right about one thing... I got reckless during that mission, I got cocky, I tried showing off, tried impressing him and all I did was screw up,

That's when I heard him... Chuckle? He chuckled softly? - "I know you're listening... Supergirl, you can come down now" he looked up to where I stayed a-float.

I don't know how he does it but... He sure does have a very good sense of surroundings, almost like a super-sense of some kind.

I flew down slowly, gracefully landing gently on the grass a few feet away from him as I slowly approach him, feeling remorse for him.

"Hey" he greeted me, I practically had to swallow the lump at the back of my throat to speak.

"Hi" I say with a lowered voice.

"So... You heard it all?" he asked me as I nodded my head, he sighed afterwards and looked back at the gravestone.

There was awkward silence between us, all could be heard was the flapping of my cape behind me, I stood closer to him, standing beside him, my left hand crossed to my right arm as we both looked at the gravestone together.

"How'd you meet him?" I asked him as he took a deep breath.

"I met him when he was getting himself into trouble at a saloon, saved him last minute before he his fate could be sealed by some Outlaws" he replied, chuckling near the end.

He was hurting, I can tell by his tone and his pain, I've felt and still feel it.

"He was... A kindred spirit, like many others before him, like... My brethren" he broke the minute long silence between us before I could, I just wanted to say sorry to him but... He had more to say as I questioned his... Brethren?

Did he mention his 'brethren?' Was there more like him? - "Brethren?" I asked him.

"Yes... Believe it or not but there was more like me years ago, we were called Guardian Warriors, a group of warriors that would defend the planet for centuries. We. Were. Legends... Until our history was scrapped from the history books, keeping our kind hidden from Humanity today ~" he looked at me, I can see the pain in his eyes, grieving, hurting - "I am the last of the Guardian Warriors"

I blankly stared at him as he revealed this, I had no idea he'd been living for this long, to hear that... It must've been... Hard for him.

"I know what you lost Kara, you lost your planet twice, Krypton, New Krypton... Lost friends, family even... And... I'm... I'm so sorry for what you lost ~" he trailed off, looking away as I began to remember my parents, my friends... Thara... - "I was there when the Kryptonians invaded, after many years of hiding after General Lane issued that I'd be hunted down, I went out of hiding to protect Earth once more... I killed those invading Kryptonians Kara, they began hurting innocents and I... I killed those who harmed the innocents, the amount of their blood on my hands, justified who I was... I became... A monster again... And I'm so sorry, I'm especially sorry for what I said about... What I said not long ago, when you... Knocked my teeth out" he... He actually apologised? I felt a little relieved about it but... Knowing he killed those invading Kryptonians attacking Earth... My adopted home, stung my heart a little knowing he did that but do I blame him? Should I get angry at him?? For killing those invading Kryptonians???

No... That was justified, he had no choice... And I don't blame him, knowing he's lived for this long, seeing his home... Our home, get attacked over New Krypton's destruction, calling to run Humanity to extinction.

"I still remember their faces, their last words before they were gone, when... New Krypton was destroyed, I wanted to give up being... This ~" I point to the family glyph on my chest, gaining his attention to look at me - "After Zod issued a full assault on Earth, I... I just wanted to give so badly that I blame m-myself for its destruction, I brought Reactron there to justice, only to find my mother torturing him before..." I stopped myself as I choked up, I still felt emotional talking about it, knowing my mother is gone, my father is gone, all of those people... Gone.

In an unexpected manner, he pulled me in to hug me, which took me by surprise, my face saying it all - "Don't blame yourself, that only adds to the pain of loss ~" he cooed, managing to keep me calm a little, I just wanted to cry, I really did, to just cry in his chest as he held me but... I couldn't, I let my tears fall down without sobbing - "Trust me... I know how it feels, it adds to the guilt, making you self-loath yourself further, Survivor's Guilt? We both share it" he talked me down, in a comforting matter, I felt... Safe when he held me I have to admit, it was...

A nice, warm feeling.

I sniffled as he pulled back, looking at me in the eyes with... A smile?

He was smiling... He's. Smiling!? I've never seen him smile before, he used to be this... Grumpy, I kill the mood for everyone person but... To see him smiling? It made me flutter a little.

I wipe away any remaining tears on my face still, to point out his... Unusual behaviour - "You're, you're smiling" I grew a little smile too as his disappeared, you just had to say something Kara, now he's gonna be annoyed with you.

"Perhaps I was" he agreed, admitting he did smile... Phew, thought he'd get mad at me

But I wanted to apologise to him, I need to, he deserves one from me.

"Oh, also... I wanted to apologise for... Saying... What I said to you when you and I had that... 'Fight'" I began to play with my cape in nervousness, afraid of what he's going to say next.

"No need to apologise, you're forgiven either way" he nodded his head, smiling once more, I swear his smile is making me blush now.

"Eh ~" I didn't know how to say my next words afterwards, my hands were behind my back, my cape flapped behind me also as I blushed a little, I wanted to bury the hatchet between us, Rao I love that saying, to perhaps... Become friends? - "So... Do you want to start fresh? To bury the hatchet between us and... Start from there? Re-introduce ourselves and... Maybe become friends??" I spoke a little low with awkwardness, grinning like a fool before he sighed, which killed the stupid grin I had.

"I've pushed so many people away in my lifetime after... Elliot passed ~" he looked at the gravestone of his friend before making his way back to me - "For years I've walked among the Earth alone, with no one by my side, no friends to call on, only minimal allies I met along the way, but I never saw them as a friend... But there is one person that's ever been close to be called a friend... Is Dick Richard Grayson, Nightwing ~" he continued, the fact Dick was very close to making Y/N call him friend, made me smile as it melted my heart, it really shows why he's so generous and he's like a big brother to me - "Though I've never admitted it... I do see him... As a friend... And maybe having another friend... Wouldn't hurt much" he gives me a sweet smile which made my heart flutter, I smiled like an idiot and chuckled happily, knowing he's willing to give it a go.

"Great! ~" I hugged him without warning him until I realised what I did, my face went red as I pulled back, scratching the back of my neck awkwardly as I giggled - "Sorry, *nervous chuckle* I uh.. Got carried away there ~" I couldn't look at him in the face as I felt totally embarrassed, but I pulled myself together by clearing my throat and staying calm to re-introduce myself once more to him - "Hi, my name is Kara Zor-El, like Superman or Kal-El or his secret identity; Clark Kent, I'm from Krypton, I go by Linda Lang as my secret identity since I was adopted by my Aunt: Lana Lang but... Everyone here knows me as Supergirl" I reached my hand out for him to shake as I waited for his response.

"Y/N... Y/N L/N, Elementor, Guardian Warrior, Earth, it's a pleasure to meet you, Supergirl" he shook my hand with a cheerful smile, calling me by my Superhero name as I smile brightly, standing in front of him with my superhero outfit on

"It's good to meet you too... Y/N"

*

(3rd person pov)

For the next few weeks, their fresh start started pretty well, he began opening himself up a bit more to Kara, who invited him over a few times.

He revealed he lived within an abandoned alien ship that crashed centuries ago, the outside area was outgrown, covered in green and flowers but the inside was pretty clean for an old abandoned ship.

The biggest twist was that when Kara saw it... She immediately realised it wasn't just any ordinary ship, it was a Kryptonian Shuttle, a modified scout ship that went missing centuries ago in Kryptonian History.

This discovery was big for Kara, she thought the Fortress of Solitude was the last Kryptonian structure on Earth and the Universe? She was wrong.

Her cousin was called up to this immediately after this discovery and the fact Y/N had been living in it for years says many things, even most of the tech inside the ship still worked but the engines were completely busted beyond repair which was upsetting but Kara didn't care, she was happy either way.

This grew Kara's bond with Y/N further, he began entrusting others into his circle, opening himself up more to others but to Kara? He trusted more the weeks would go by where nicknames were given.

His: Y/N/N.

Hers: Angel (There's a deeper meaning behind it, you haven't revealed it yet)

"I've never been more proud... To call you... A friend, Angel" he smiled sweetly, melting Kara's heart as she hugged him on the couch.

"What about best friend? Best Super Friend??" she asked him, pulling back from the hug.

"Let's not go there yet, I'm still trying to get used to... This" he replied, looking at his surroundings, it only has been a few weeks since then after all.

He looks back at her and smiles, though she put on a sad face, trying to win him over by calling her best friend.

He slightly chuckles at her facial expression, he couldn't lie, she looked pretty cute when she did that, putting on a puppy dog eyes expression.

"What's with the lost puppy expression?" he asked her as she fiddled with her hair.

"I just thought we could be... Best friends?" she looked at him with a naïve expression, he had to admit that she was naïve and adorable when she was, it was almost like he was falling in love with her in a way.

He shook that thought right out of his hand and snickered at her - "You want to be best friends?"

She smiled brightly while nodding her head.

"Okay... I'm only allowing it because you're an exception" he cooed, Kara erupted in exhilaration, filled with joy upon him allowing it, hugging him tightly, giggling uncontrollably.

He chuckled at her cute nature, accepting the big hug by wrapping his arms around her, his heart fluttered when he thought about her, like he had something else to say, a feeling from earlier on.

He wanted to say that she saved him from himself, saved him from hating himself.

He's never felt this happier before, though it was hard for him to admit it.

Their hug however was cut short as Kara heard sirens in the distance, and shouting... Curse Super-Hearing!!

"Ugh, great" she sighed and groaned.

"What?" he asked her, wondering why she groaned.

"Sirens, probably crime... Again ~" she got up and changed with super-speed, transforming into Supergirl as she placed her glasses down on the table in front of Y/N - "you coming?" she sweetly asked him with a hand on her hip.

He exhales and begins to get up, his armour re-forming all around him - "Let's make this quick" he sighed.

"Agreed" she acknowledged, picking him up and flying out the opened window towards the scene...

* A week had gone by and... It was a pretty stressful week...

Lex was back at it.... AGAIN, with his schemes and also had backup with him...

But on the other hand... A Darkness had risen back up, long thought dead after years of not showing back up, this Darkness was a figment of Y/N's past, better known... His sworn enemy, the one responsible for the death of the Guardian Warriors, labelling him the last Guardian Warrior on Earth.

Nightwing issued a debriefing for the two main issues, one issue was that Lex was now looking for another source of power while the other, was that the Justice League had encountered a mysterious entity and a team of heroes had not reported back since they first encountered it, once of those heroes included the Man of Steel, Kara's cousin.

Upon this new threat, Y/N suffered flashbacks to a very powerful god who feeds on Nightmares, Terrors, Pain and Fear.

This god was named Sevarec, a god Y/N once took down but who kept coming back to haunt many others, including himself.

"I am Pain. I am Fear itself. I am-"

"Sevarec" he hissed out loud, gaining all their attention.

"What? What was that Y/N?" Nightwing asked him as the man of elements shook his head, out of hearing Sevarec speaking and laughing.

"I know who the entity is, I heard his voice, his name is Sevarec, a God of Pain and Fear, he feeds on Nightmares, Terrors, he's someone I've faced many times and should not be taken lightly ~" he explained his rather word vomit - "I'll go after him, while you take the others to the other issue I'm sure you'll manage" he issued.

"I'll go with Y/N" a femme voice spoke out, belonging to Kara Zor-El, taking everyone by surprise, even him.

"No Kara, this will be too dangerous, even for -"

"Listen Y/N/N, I don't care what you have to say, my cousin's trapped in there and I'm going to find him whether you like it or not" she interrupted the man with the elements as she had her hands on her hips, striking a superhero pose, he thought it was cute when she performed a superhero pose to get her point across.

"Kara this is a very stu..." Nightwing was cut-off by Y/N, preventing him from scolding Kara into thinking she could go against some powerful God, let alone, someone that feasts on fears and nightmares along with pain... And she still has those nightmares and fears about New Krypton's destruction along with everything afterwards.

"If she wants to go with, she can go ~" he told him, which took him by surprise and her also - "Your love for your cousin, I can sense it's strong, like your heart and we'll find him and the others... Together" he told her, which seemed to uplift her a little.

"Are you sure about this?" Nightwing asked him.

"Yes... I am" he nodded his head before looking at Kara who had a smile on her face... And he smiled back at her.

*

Supergirl begins to groan as she wakes back up from unconsciousness, clutching at her head as she sat back up, her outfit slightly torn along with her cape, she looked down at herself and groaned, getting on one knee.

Fire was everywhere, the ground was ruined by the amount of debris.

Kara looked to her left and saw her cousin, unconscious, along with Green Lantern (Hal Jordan) trying to get up but struggling to even step on one foot.

She then heard noises, Wonder Woman came flying out of nowhere and landing a few feet in front of Kara, falling to unconsciousness.

She then then heard the clashing of weapons and a roar of sinister laughter.

"I will enjoy this moment while it lasts!! As I did with your people!" Sevarec roars out in satisfaction, his scythe clashing with Y/N's Glaive, two of them clashing back and fourth.

Supergirl gets back on her feet and immediately gets up, flying right toward where she heard Y/N and Sevarec fighting to the death... Only to run into...

Something unexpected.

"But as much as I enjoy our fights, it all must come to an end someday" he says with cold meaning, his scythe impaled right through Y/N, he was all battered up, his wounds weren't even healing like they should.

And it hit her...

"Y/N!!!" She screams for Y/N as his body falls limp on the blade and is thrown to the side, right as Kara caught him.

She set him down, as he clutched his wound with little effort, she tries cauterizing the wound with her heat vision but nothing seemed to work, his wound wouldn't close up.

"Why isn't it closing?!!" she panicked, she kept looking back at him and his wound - "Y/N please answer me! Please!! Don't..." tears began forming in her eyes as his breaths were shallow.

"K-K-Kara... It's... Magic... Can't heal ~" he struggles to say as he holds her hand - "I'm proud of you Kara... I see it, they're calling... For me" he smiles at the sky above, seeing a Light and hears many voices call out to him to join"

"Y/N, stay with me! Don't go! Not now! I need you!" Kara cried, tears falling down rapidly as his thumb wiped them away off her face, he smiled

"Thank you... Kara, for being *laboured breathing* for being... M-My best friend... Don't give up Angel... I... Love you" he said through a choked breath, gasping for air as his vision began to turn white. closing on Kara's angelic face

"What? You what? ~" she spoke through tears, looking at him in panicked confusion as Sevarec began to drew near, slowly making his way to her - "Y/N? Y/N?! No... Don't go! Please don't..." she begged as his eyes began to shut, his body goes limp.

She couldn't hear his heartbeat anymore, the hand he held went limp, touching the ground beneath them as Kara cried... She begged for him to come back.

First Krypton, and Kandor, Argo, her parents and friends, losing them twice, TWICE and now? This... Y/N's sudden death at the hands of Sevarec.

She whimpers and sobs, tears continued falling down from her eyes, holding his lifeless body close to her as Sevarec laughs with no remorse, which began to stir something within the Girl of Steel.

"That pain and... Fear within you? Oh it's so satisfying! Watching you painfully watch him wither away and die... And... Your pain? You blame yourself for a Planetoid's destruction, you doubt yourself, you fear that you bring pain and destruction to everyone around you, you think... You're a failure... Not worthy, you fear that you... Are alone... that... Pain? Let. Me. Devour it!" he snarls as he enables painful memories to swirl inside Kara, putting her through tons of pain.

Flashbacks run through her head, all of her bad moments first from Krypton to landing on Earth, through her struggles and coping with living on another planet... To finding Zor-El killed by Reactron and then... Watching the uprooted Krypton fall to chaos and destruction, killing thousands of Kryptonians, watching her own home fall twice... And now... This.

She groaned, cried, and hissed through the pain, putting down Y/N's lifeless body as she tried fighting back.

She got up on one foot, trying her best to move as Sevarec's torment was pulling her back down, slowly feeding on Kara's nightmares, pain and fears.

"You... took him from me ~" she managed to step on her other foot, standing up - "I was... Happy, and you... Took. Him... Away from me" she stepped forward, fighting the pain of torment"

She took another step, refusing to stay still, fighting the pain and turning it... Into harnessing anger.

"What? N-No, that's impossible ~" Sevarec realised that Supergirl was fighting his torment, beginning to inflict more pain and suffering on her which made the Maiden of Might stumble to one knee - "I won't let some Kryptonian girl overcome my power! My power is limitless!" he snarled, grasping his clawed hand to inflict more pain on the Kryptonian than before.

"Everything is possible! ~" Kara shouted, putting aside her grief, fear and pain by turning it into strength, allowing the memory of her parents, her friends, New Krypton and... Y/N, to fuel her resolve, pushing through the pain, breaking through it all, getting close enough to punch Sevarec with all her strength which sent him flying backwards, his torment over her broken - "You may not know me Sevarec, but Y/N told me everything about you! I am Kara Zor-El of Kandor, of New Krypton, Daughter of Alura and Zor-El, I am a Superhero of Earth... And I don't scare easily" she stood tall and resilient, ready to fight Sevarec as he growled at this.

"Then. You will die screaming for mercy" he growled, using his scythe to balance himself.

"No ~" Kara retorted - "You will" she snarled, her eyes lighting up red with heat vision and within a blur... She flew at him with inhuman speed, practically teleporting toward him before connecting a killer left hook, delivering a flurry of punches before going for an uppercut, sending him up into the air as she gave chase.

Back on the ground where Y/N's body was, his finger... Began to twitch as voices spoke to him.

"It's not your time yet son" a man's voice spoke to him as he puts his hand on his shoulder... His son's shoulder.

"But Dad, I'm here, I'm with you all, I've always wanted to be here to see you all again to stay with -"

"Son ~" a woman's voice spoke, belonging to his mother, she approached Y/N as he grasped his hands - "Your father is right, it's not your time to join us yet, not now" she cooed.

"Mum... I..." he stopped himself as he looked down, getting a little emotional, he hasn't spoken with his parents for what it felt centuries in his lifetime as he swallows the lump in his throat.

"Son, look at me ~" she placed her finger under his chin to make him look back up, a tear falling down his face as the woman smiles - "My boy, my sweet, handsome boy, we know how much you've missed us all, how long it's been... But don't fret, we will always be with you in here ~" she points to where his heart was, he sighs afterwards upon hearing this - "Son, there are people out there that need you, they need their Guardian... Their Warrior... Their Protector, don't just go back for us... Go back for them and... That girl... What was her name?" she cooed with a question for her son.

He slightly chuckled, smiling at the thought of his friend, a friend he hasn't had in so long - "Her name is Kara... Kara Zor-El but the people know her as Supergirl, and she goes by Linda Lang to blend in with society" he kept his smile, thinking about her as he would on a daily basis as feelings fluster inside him.

"Go back for Kara, you love her, don't let go of that ~" she told him, smiling before she along with her husband see the door to the real world begin to close - "The door's closing, you need to go back now"

Y/N looked back also, it was now or never, he knew his parents were right, it wasn't the right time for him to join them within the afterlife, not now when people need him, not when Kara needs him.

Before he would run back... He turned round and hugged both his parents - "Thank you, for raising me" he choked a little as son and mother and father hugged one another for the last time.

He pulled back and began running for the door, he stopped as he reached the door, to look back at his parents as they were joined up by the many people that Y/N saw as friends and family, he had a huge smile on his face upon seeing them all.

He then takes a long, deep breath, praying he gets back in time as he stepped through the door...

All it took was one... Deep... Breath.

*Gasping for air* he awoke, gasping for breath, immediately shooting up as he breathed heavily, his eyes wide open like he saw headlights coming at speed to hit him.

"I'm... I'm back?" he asked himself, looking at his surroundings, seeing what appeared to have been the aftermath of a battle around him.

There was a few cracks on the walls and craters on the ground, a hole leading to the outside area - he began to get up as he checked himself, the wound he suffered from Sevarec healed up, though his armour was still banged up pretty badly.

"Wait... Kara? Shit! Supergirl!!" he remembered she was left alone to fight Sevarec after he supposedly killed Y/N himself, he began to panic a little before hearing noises coming from outside, prompted to check what it was.

It was... Whimpering, sobbing, crying... Coming from Kara as she hugged her cousin tightly, the body of Sevarec was surrounded by Green Lantern, Wonder Woman, Steel and Flash (Barry Allen).

Kara sobbed to her cousin, they all knew what had happened, upset by the death of Y/N caused her to snap and... Put an end to Sevarec.

Kal wasn't angry nor disappointed with her, he couldn't... His cousin was upset, very upset, distraught, up until...

A Heartbeat was heard.

A familiar, slow heartbeat, very calm and soothing to Kara's ears, a heartbeat she always listened too whenever he would draw near.

She broke the hug with her cousin as the heartbeat drew near, upon looking where it come from, the figure drew closer.

His armour was broken but the hole in his chest had healed up like nothing happened.

They all looked shocked, for sure he was dead, it was confirmed later on when Superman woke up from unconsciousness, before he and the others would find Kara destroying Sevarec in a harnessing, unrelenting rage.

Kara's eyes brimmed with more tears as his face appeared from beyond the fiery smoke.

"Y/N!!! ~" she shouted with jubilation, crying tears of joy as she rushed toward him with super-speed into the arms of her friend, digging her face into his chest - "You idiot, you stupid idiot! I thought you died!! I thought I... Lost you!" she cried, sobbing into his chest.

He didn't know what to say at this, she was crying but was it happiness or sadness? He couldn't tell.

"It's alright, I'm here now" he wrapped his arms around her, feeling the softness of her singed cape as he looked on at the shocked faces of the League and the dead body of Sevarec.

"Is he?" he asked.

"I-I lost controlIcouldn'tstopmyselfandI-"

"Hey hey hey, calm down Angel ~" he broke the hug to look at her as more tears streamed down her face - "It's alright, I say good riddance, though he might come back, we'll be prepared for him next time" he cooed, de-stressing Kara a little as she began wiping her tears away which blurred her vision.

"Wait, did you just say this thing can come back from the dead like you can?" Flash asked from afar, looking back at the dead creature.

"Yes, he's been doing it for years, it takes him years to come back, so in 20-30 years at most, but he can still torment people, even if he's dead... He needs to have his remains locked away safely out of harms reach" Y/N replied as Barry looked back and fourth at him and the creature.

"I don't think I'll be sleeping tonight, don't want Oneirophobia" he mumbled to himself.

"You do realise what Oneirophobia is right Barry? It's the fear of dreams, not sleeping is literally that!" Hal told him.

"Eh fair point" Barry shrugged...

*

A few hours has gone by after the entire Sevarec threat had been neutralised, his remains would be locked away, safely within the Fortress of Solitude, Y/N agreeing with Kal on taking the remains there for safe keeping.

Overall... Y/N's supposed death almost left a toll on Kara, she was... A little shaken up about it but afterwards... She was all cheery again, put on a spare backup outfit she had just in case if her other one was ripped and torn like it was near the end of her fight with Sevarec.

His death and revival reached the Outsiders and they were somewhat relieved that Y/N would walk out with Kara, especially with finding the lost team that first encountered Sevarec, though problems still arose with Lex and his schemes, along with some other issues too.

What surprised most was that... Kara defeated a literal God, it surprised her too but she was the one who lost control, not holding back in any form, the supposed death of Y/N fuelling her anger for Sevarec.

Currently... She was on patrol, recently saved a few construction workers who were repairing a damaged structure that was destroyed during the Kryptonian Invasion of Earth months back

Soaring around Metropolis once more to enjoy the summer breeze, the sun was beginning to settle down for the night to kick in.

She was smiling with closed eyes, thinking back to good memories, letting the wind hit her face as her cape gently flapped behind her.

That was until... She heard him, his voice.

"Hey Streaks! Didn't mean to scare you pal but have you seen Kara?"

The Kryptonian smiled at this as she immediately began flying back, doing a barrel roll in the air as she giggled to herself, singing a tune to herself. her cousin's theme tune.

"🎵 da da da da da, da da da, da da da da da, da da da!! 🎵" she sung to herself, mouth opening widely to strike a radiant smile as she continued singing to herself.

She for sure was enjoying herself on the flight back to her apartment, giggling away as she did more tricks, her arms extending out to each side almost like she had wings.

(A/N: Definitely one of my favourite comic drawings of Kara I've ever witnessed upon reading this comic, it's from Supergirl Issue 50... She honestly looks like one of em Disney Princesses in a way too... Fun fact: did you know that Helen Slater herself took part to write this comic too? Also, credit goes to rosewilsonworth for this edited image)

Her smile was bright as a star, enjoying the wind hitting her face as the apartment drew nearer the more she got close.

"Eh, she's obviously out on patrol and..." he stopped his words as Kara swooped on in through her window, landing gracefully as she stroke a superhero pose as she shook her hair back behind her.

"I heard someone wanted to see me?!" she grinned.

Y/N smiled as he approached her, taking in her presence - "Yeah, just wanted to pop in to say hi and if you're alright with me staying here for a bit, just to y'know? Take you up on that offer" he referred to Kara's offer from last week, dinner at her place for a change.

"Oh yeah, the offer still stands but... How did you get in here?" she asked him with an eyebrow

"...I climbed... ~" he blankly stared at her as she put on a confused smile - "Okay... I didn't, I teleported in here with a experimental device I've been trying out and it works! Though I may have scared Streaky on accident doing so" he rubbed the back of his neck as Kara called for Streaky.

"Come here Streaks! Come to mama! ~" she knelt down as the orange tabby cat came meowing toward her, happy to see his owner back - "Hi Streaks! Hi! How's my baby boy?" Kara asked after picking him up, booping him on the nose gently before planting a kiss on his head as he began purring.

"What is it with you and cats?" he rolled his eyes with a smile, referring to the many pictures of her and cats, especially with Lions and their cubs.

"Cats are adorable! Even big cats! Dogs are too like Krypto but Streaks here? He's my baby boy" she melted, hugging him gently as he continued to purr happily.

"I agree... I guess" he kept his smile as Kara put Streaky back down on the ground

"So... Are you cooking dinner or am I cooking?" Kara asked him, hands on her hips again.

"Yeah, I'll cook this time... I've got something special to cook up, and I want to share it with you"

"Aww, how touching ~" Kara giggles before hugging him - "Is that what the bags are for? Those the ingredients?" she then asked him, quickly scanning through the bags with her x-ray vision.

"Yeah, quickly went down to grab the things I need, got some extra's just in case" he looked back at the bags.

"With what money?" she asked, looking at him.

"Uh... Bruce Wayne? He gave me some cash after I sold an artefact to him, I didn't need it so... I sold it to him, I told you this remember?" he revealed the answer to her question.

"Oh right, sorry, It's been a hot minute" Kara looked away awkwardly.

"No worries Angel, but I should get to making dinner"

* The night went on by while Y/N made dinner for both himself and Kara, a pasta dish, pesto sauce, ham, beef with a little kick to it, a dish once made by his mother a very long time ago and surprisingly... He remembers the ingredients and the steps all to well thanks to an un-rather memory he regained.

Ever since you came from the Afterlife, you've been having memories flood through you, memories of your parents, friends, everyone you knew and met throughout the years you walked among the Earth, travelling to different country.

Kara talked about her patrol, keeping the city safe, snapping you back to reality from a daydream of memories, and all the while she was still in costume, not bothering to change out of it at the moment.

She revealed few subtle details about her upcoming promotion of her other job, not her job as a superhero, the one she previously landed with Lana Lang's assistance along with Kal's and Lois' help.

He was proud of her then she asked him if he'd ever get an Earth job...

"So... Do you think of getting an Earth job?" Kara asked while playing with her hair.

"My Earth job... Is protecting Earth, it's my purpose after all" he replied.

"No like... A secret identity type of job" Kara re-worded what she said.

"It is... My job" he cocked an eyebrow.

"You really stink at this, y'know that?" Kara chuckled.

"I know I do" he smiled at her before the water within the pot began to sizzle, disrupting anything else he had to say.

When the time came to dish out the food, it really had a good smell which got Kara's attention away from her little story she was telling him.

She... scoffed the whole lot on her plate. Her plate was completely empty, no ham, no beef, and no pesto pasta left.

"That... That was amazing, really good, best pasta dish I've ever had" Kara praised and boasted, licking her lips afterwards.

"Yeah, happy you enjoyed it... Haven't had it since mother made it" he picked up his and Kara's plate, taking it over to the sink.

"Wait... That was your mom's dish?" she asked curiously, but surprised also.

"Yeah... Ever since I 'allegedly' died and got out of the Afterlife, when I could interact with my parents again, when I came back to life, I began to experience... Memories of my past, of all my friends and family, happy memories, and one of them was... This" he began cleaning the plates with the hot boiling soapy water, letting the heat hit his hands as he sighed with satisfaction.

"Oh, like the good memories you've spent with loved ones? Yeah... I have them too, I always try to remember them when they last" she trailed off, fiddling with her cape.

"We can't always cling to the past, but we should always cherish the good memories from our past also, only leaving them alone as the bad ones remind us that we have come a long way... As they fade away" he monologued, moving onto the next plate to clean.

The question Kara wanted to ask was beginning to bother her again, thinking back to what Y/N said to her when Sevarec firstly killed him - "I... Love you" she wondered if he meant it and was surprised he hasn't even brought it up yet.

"Uhm... Y/N"

"Yes Angel?" he answered sweetly, making Kara blush a little but she pulled herself together.

"Back when I... Held you after Sevarec impaled you. You said something to me before you... Died" Kara began to twiddle with her fingers, feeling nervous about asking the question.

"Hmm?" he hummed, finishing cleaning the plate as he went to clean the forks next.

"You... said something that's been stuck with me since then... You said... 'I love you' ~" Kara looked at him as he stopped cleaning upon hearing what she said, he looked at her wide eyed as she chuckled softly - "All I want to know is... If you... Really meant what you said?" she finally asked the question, THE question that's been bothering her for the last few hours.

He looked at her, still wide eyed as he tried to think of something to say... Before he sighed, his facial expression falling - "Kara... The last time I ever loved someone was... A very long time ago ~" he looked away from her as she got off the chair, to go all the way round to face him, her facial expression showed concern, written all over, eyebrows knitted - "there were many times where I could've fell in love again... But I pushed all of that away after... Losing the one person I fought along side, she was one of us, like me... Sevarec killed her and it... Changed me, I could never find that one person again... Until... You knocked some of my teeth out" he began to smile as Kara's mouth carved into a huge smile, giggling at the memory.

"You have to admit that I have a hell of a killer right hook" she said with sparkle and enthusiasm, her smile shining brightly as he looked away with a chuckle, not being able to keep a straight face at her piercing smile that stroke his eyes.

"Yeah, you do... Every time you smile it... It distracts me since I can't think straight every time I see you smile like that and... Since then when you knocked my teeth out with that 'killer right hook', I think I... I began to find you... irresistible, naïve and sympathetic, i-in a good way of course" he kept his smile as he looked back at her as she kept that curvy smile on her smile, flustered by his words... She began to move.

Closer...

"Go on" she said with a coy smile next.

"And the fact that... Since I saved you that one time properly and... Congratulated you for saving the Earth... That day when you and I finally apologised to each other, knowing that we both share similar pain... The fact you... Wanted to be my friend, though I was tempted to push it away but... You brought something I never felt in a long time" he began to chuckle nervously, he's never chuckled nervously in a long time which fuelled Kara's thoughts.

"And that is?" she smirked, now closer to him than before, their bodies were close as their eyes locked on to one another.

"A heart... You brought a heart to me and I... I couldn't let it go ~" he smiled brightly as her eyes sparkled at this, unable to keep her eyes off of him - "I never said this to you before and I should have but... You saved me from myself, Angel... And I can't thank you enough for that, you changed me for the better ~" he also couldn't keep his eyes off of her, he was falling deep for her, the way she smiled, her eyes on his, her angelic face, her laugh, it always made him feel... Himself around her.

"I saved you from yourself?" she asked with a growing smirk as her forehead puckered, trying her best not to levitate off the ground and kiss him right now.

"Yes... You did... And... I hated myself, I really did, but you... You changed that and I call you *a blush appears across your face* my Angel for that... Practically that's why I call you by nickname, Angel.. But to answer your question ~" he made sure to look at her in her eyes - "As I look into your beautiful comets that make your eyes shine bright... I. Meant what I said... Kara Zor-El, I. Love you, and I have since we started fresh" he smiled ear to ear as Kara's eyes sparkled once more, her eyes falling to his lips as she let her intrusive thoughts win.

"Well, if that's the case" she giggled, levitating off the ground a little as she drew her face closer, placing her hands on his chest to support herself before... Her soft, tender lips touched his, connecting gently and pressing against him.

He placed his hands around her hips as he melted into the kiss, closing his eyes with hers, feeling the softness of her precious lips on his.

"Y/N, I love you too" she said back, breaking the kiss as she giggled afterwards.

"Can I stay with you tonight? To wake up beside you?" he asked her sweetly, his smile growing on his face as she kept her gaze on him lovingly.

"Yes, I'd love that" she pulled herself back in to continue kissing as she landed on her two feet gently, kicking a leg up before things began to...

Heat up...

(Smut time! 💕)

Their lips began to dance with each other slowly but as time progressed, Kara began moaning into the kiss, deepening the kiss further, their lips dancing as they begin to make out.

She backs him up to the wall not far behind him, breaking the kiss as they both looked at each other with lust.

This was the first time Kara ever tried getting emissive, let alone make out with someone.

And she felt she was pretty damn good at it, feeling all flustered and lustful, feeling in the 'mood' of lust, a feeling of sensation.

They both smile seductively, as they continue to make out, using their tongues next as they dance in each other's mouths, her soft moans as his hands reach down behind her back, beyond her cape as it moved around with her motions.

She had him pinned to the wall, floating up a little to his level as their tongues and mouths danced together fluently, in sync.

Her hands reach for his shirt, unbuttoning it slowly, making sure she doesn't accidently rip his shirt as she pulled back, her lustful smile growing bigger as his chest was beginning to show, his soft and hardened body striking her eyes as she blushes red at the sight.

Her lavish smile grew into a deepened smirk, licking her lips before biting her tongue at the sight before going in to kiss his bare chest, pecking it little by little, slowly turning him on along with herself.

She's been waiting for this moment a long time now, her feelings for him showed out, her lustful desires becoming reality as she continued to kiss his athletic chest as he watched on with a smile.

"I've been waiting a long time for that ~" she smirked, speaking with a lowered but seductive tone - "Y/N/N, this is my first time doing anything like this... I want this, I 'need' this ~" she said, exaggerating the 'need' with enthusiastic lust - "I want you to be my first and only... Allow me to show you how much... I love you" her smirk deepened further, biting her lip hard as she pulled herself in for another seductive kiss.

Her hands began to reach for her crop top with the cape attached, ready to take it off but she felt his hands stop her, as they opened their eyes to look at each other - "No, keep it on, Angel" he smiled ear to ear, not breaking eye contact as she kept her smirk going, immediately going back in to continue their make out session.

It was at this point where you were now in control, taking her over to the dining table and planting her on top of it, her cape draping across it behind her as you both continued kissing.

She began to get more hornier by the minute, her hands slipping into his pants as his hands reached for her breasts, fondling the House of El glyph on her crop top.

She began rubbing the bump in his area, stroking the hard on he was beginning to get as her moans filled his ears, squeezing her soft breasts through her top.

Her two hands began pulling down to his pants, revealing his boxers as she then pulled them down also, revealing his hardened member, her hand began stroking it after looking down at it, him continuing to play with her boobs, fondling them even further as he kicked off his trousers.

Her moans soon turned into lavish, demanding more from him as she continued stroking his member, making him groan with satisfaction as she then vibrated her hand fast enough to stroke it with more speed, bringing him to orgasm no long after.

Your juices hit her skirt, landing all over it as she giggled, allowing you to shoot the rest of your juices all over her lower half, most of it hitting her skirt.

"Well, won't need this on anymore ~" she took off her skirt and panties, revealing her cherry for him to witness, his eyes bulging out at the sight as his blush deepened, stirring him even further, she caught this and instantly giggled with a brightened smirk of lust as she drew closer to his face - "Let's take this to the bedroom" she suggested, smirking and giggling cutely as she got off the table, taking his hand to lead him to the bedroom.

Her ass swayed side to side as she walked, her cape got in the way a few times but she took notice and held it out, allowing him to "enjoy the view".

Reaching the bedroom was where things kicked off further, they began making out once more, Kara was on the bottom as he laid on top, allowing him to take the wheel for now.

She really wanted to feel him inside her so bad, but first things first, he wanted her to feel good.

Upon looking at her cherry pop, you smirked as you began to draw closer to it, wanting to pop her cherry, after all... Supergirl was a virgin, you wanted to make her think she's all yours and make her feel good.

"Go ahead, make me feel good" she spoke slow and submissive, licking her lips as she would bite her tongue afterwards.

Before long... she moaned as his tongue licked the entrance of her cherry, teasing her as his tongue licked her labia more frequently as time went by, making her excited and warming her up with his technique.

He's had sex before, many times with his former love years and years ago, but now? At this very moment? He was enjoying it again.

His tongue entered through her cherry, beginning to eat her out as she moaned for him to continue, fondling her breasts as she felt his tongue inside her, moaning with passion, using his finger to tease and rub her lips as his tongue danced inside her vaginal walls, working his way to make her orgasm.

"Yes! Oh Rao, that feels so... Fucking, good!" she moaned out loud, lifting up her crop top to reveal her tits and nipples, hardening as she continued to play with them.

She watched as he continued working on her vagina, moving his tongue in and out of her all the while he rubbed his fingers on her clitoris.

"Keep going! Keep going! It's coming! I'm gonna cum soon!!" she felt her vaginal walls closing up, her orgasm coming closer as he continued eating her out.

HIs fingers began to rub on her faster, making her moan out in pleasure loudly, she tried biting her lip to stop her moans but even that wouldn't stop her from moaning as loud as she was, her eyes rolled back in pleasure, her hands clawing the bed

"Ohhh fuck!!" she moaned loudly, squeezing her breasts as she let loose, letting her juices fly at him.

A moment passes as things calm down, her slight whimpers as he cleans her up with his tongue, licking the juices that were still leaking out of her.

"Wow, pretty powerful orgasm you had there" he complimented her, making her giggle with a satisfied smile, but clearly...

She was hungry for his dick inside her.

She wants her virginity took away by him and only him, she practically begged him to stick his member inside her, seducing him to do it with a deepened kiss, stroking his cock to entice him.

He teased her, which was driving her crazy, craving for it more than she was before, her lustful eyes staring into his, a sparkle of light brimming in them.

She positioned herself, spreading her legs as she pulled down her crop top again, showing off the House of El glyph to him to remind him who he's fucking.

He had to double check if she had protection anywhere but she had it covered already.

She smirks as he positions himself, aiming his tip right for her entrance as she begins rubbing her clitoris, he thought of teasing her as she caught wind of this - "C'mon, I know what you're thinking, slip it in already!" she groaned, eyebrows frowned, wanting his member inside her as he smirked at her facial expression.

"You read me like a book huh? ~" he teased - "But hey... You wanted this" he got closer to her face, looking right into her eyes, their lips not far from each other as he thrusted his hips into her, his tip entering her cherry as the walls constructed around it, causing her to let out a huge, softened moan, breathing onto his face.

She re-opened her eyes after she briefly closed them due to the pleasure of him entering her, her eyes widening as he went deeper the first thrust before going slowly, this was her first time and he didn't want to rush things but he hissed, groaned...

"Oh damn... Your tight already" he hissed, she began to show concern as his face scrunched up.

"Are you alright? We can -"

"Shhh ~" you placed your finger on her mouth - "It's a good thing, your vagina's not crushing my cock so. we're. Good" you reassured her, which seemed to calm her worried thoughts down, you were groaning in pleasure.

It's been so long since you felt like this, that you ever slipped inside someone.

He never thought he'd be fucking a Super, let alone Kara Zor-El, Supergirl, you admitted you loved her geeky, nerdy side when it came to her identity Linda Lang but... It was Supergirl you fell for, the heroic, hot headed, cute Superhero.

"Oh fuck! Fuuuuck" Kara clawed the bed sheets around her, as he kept thrusting in and out of her.

Her continuous moans, filling his ears as they both embraced in a deep kiss, using their tongues to dance in each other's mouths, his hands once again reached for her breasts, fondling the glyph once more, massaging her breasts through her crop top as she moaned during the deep kiss, laughing softly as he began to pick up a little speed.

"Oh. Fuck. YES!!" Kara breathes out heavily, her moans getting louder as his cock popped her cherry, going even deeper as it slipped in and out with more ease, her pussy lubricating his cock as it penetrated her, he moved his hips like a jackhammer, picking up speed and slowing down again.

"You enjoying yourself huh?" he teased, pulling out his cock and teasing her entrance again.

"Hey! I was until you did that!" she pouted.

He began to chuckle - "Relax Angel, step two coming up" he smirked as his cock aimed back down into her hole.

Before the Kryptonian knew it, he slammed right down inside her, going in deep as this made her gasp, eyes widened as the pleasure was sudden, his cock drew deeper as he thrusted with speed, knowing he popped her cherry not long ago.

His thighs collided with her pelvis, slapping noises were heard as he was going deep, his cock slipping in and out, in and out as she continued to moan loud, her pussy got wetter as that began to make noises too.

Her moans were silenced briefly by Y/N's lips crashing into hers as he kept the paste up, her muffled moans colliding with his own soft groans, both breathing hard after the long deep kiss they both shared, his hips going much faster than before.

His hands massaged her breasts again as her eyes brimmed with tears, the pleasure becoming too much for her to bear she began to giggle uncontrollably, laughing at the pleasure of his cock going deep inside her, touching the G-spot.

She craved for this, looking into his eyes as she used her elbows to reach up to him, wanting to kiss him deep by pulling him down to her, her legs wrapped around him as she wanted him to finish inside

And she knew it was coming, she knew he was getting close to orgasm, she could feel his cock twitching.

Not only that... She was close too, her walls began to tighten further as her soft moans got louder again.

"Oh Rao yes!! Fuck, fuck, fuck! Keep going!! I'm gonna cum again!!" she shouts with pleasure, his cock did a few more thrusts before - "YESSSSSS!! OH FUCK!!!" she shouted with an orgasm, cursing and talking dirty in Kryptonese not long after.

You didn't understand what she meant but she said it with heart and lust as you came to orgasm after she did, groaning as your cock twitched inside her, filling her womb up before crashing into her body as the two of you laid there, panting heavily as both of your hearts calmed down.

Kara laid there was satisfaction, looking at Y/N as he sighed with her, both feeling satisfied as they embraced in a kiss.

Not long after... The two got up and cleaned themselves, Kara changed out of her outfit by putting on a suitable pair of pyjamas, donning her glyph.

Y/N however stayed within his boxers, both were laying on the couch, watching a movie they agreed to watch.

His arm outstretched over her shoulder, cuddling into him as they watched the movie together.

It was at this point... Y/N was the happiest he's ever been.

He found that one person who somehow managed to break open his shell, his layer of walls that isolated him forever.

It was like what Dick Grayson once told him - "A little push and you're all set to sail" he thought back as he laid his head against Kara's.

"Y/N"

And upon that...

He would never want to leave her side.

"I love you"

Ever...

"I love you too"

[purple-obsidian]

voiceless

ch1: where we're at (prologue) tags: reader x bruce wayne, reader x j'onn j'onzz, past reader x dick grayson warnings: major character death, major character injury, this is just the intro but rest of the story gets pretty dark. See ao3 for full tags, but please dni if you are under 18. a/n: reader is female, uses she/her pronouns, meta, and a member of the JLA. this is the prologue, I am still editing the rest of the story. unsure if I will post the whole work here or keep it on ao3. set after the Justice League Dark: Apokolips War dc animated movie. I highly recommend watching it if you haven't, but you can read through the plot here.

Accept the things you cannot change, have the courage to change the things you can, and have the wisdom to know the difference...

When Damien told you, you couldn’t believe the news.

“Lazarus pit?” You had asked, voice shaking and body trembling, freshly broke of Darkseid's brainwashing. “So, he’s alive? He’s okay?”

The hope in your voice wasn’t mirrored by the hardened, harsh voice of your boyfriends little brother, whos not as little as he was since you last saw him.

“His body is functioning. But he isn’t Dick anymore. Don’t get your hopes up.”

He was right. When you finally returned to earth and the saw what had become of your lover in the two years you were serving Darkseid, your heart shattered into a million pieces.

To say he wasn't himself was an understatement. Reduced to a feral animal, incapable of conversation or even speaking real words. He was a man crazed, yelling and growling at anyone who got too close. The Lazarus pit restored his body, but his mind was still lost. Damien looked after him dutifully since bathing his brothers body in the green waters, kept him fed and clean. But there was no relationship between them, at least, nothing beyond that of a pet and its master.

After Barry disappeared into the speed force, you and the surviving members of the league/titans made what’s left of Titan tower your new base. That was three month ago. You’ve worked tirelessly with Clark, Diana, Bruce, and the others to try and mend the broken world left over from Darkseid's destruction. And when you weren’t rescuing refugees or searching the ocean for surviving Atlanteans, you found yourself by Dicks side, in his holding cell, caring for him and singing to him to help him stay calm.

Your voice had been weaponized by Darkseid. Your ability to compel others with a simple vibration of your vocal cords was an ability the new god was very interested in. After you were finally overtaken by his forces, he took you in and installed an amplifying device in your neck to increase the potency of your mesmerizing song, but only after brainwashing you himself, first. To control you was to control the others, and to your horror, he used you like a puppetmaster.

You watched one by one as him and his slaves brought in the body parts of your friends and loved ones, rebuilding them and putting them back together with his alien tech. The paradooms really did a number on them. But each of them were reborn in Darkseid's image. You’re lucky, you only have a chunk of the alien tech in your neck.

Queen Mera, J’onn, Carter, Starfire, and Diana weren’t as lucky.

They were forged back together and reprogrammed, with your help, to be Darkseids soldiers, protecting Apokolips from anyone who dares to threaten the authority of the New God.

You and Bruce were given different roles, serving the your master more closely and given more freedom of choice, in the context of your responsibilities. Not mindless drones, but faithful acolytes, tasked with serving him and ensuring his foothold on the universe.

But the horror and trauma of what you all experienced on Apokolips seems to be pushed from your mind and replaced with a deeper grief whenever you sit next to what's left of your lover, in the basement of Titan tower, watching him thrash and yell, throwing his food and crying out like a madman.

Damien has fed him well enough that his body is still strong. He still looks like Dick, except for his eyes. The pit turned his gorgeous, ocean blue eyes into a depraved yellow.

Oh, how you long to see those blue eyes again.

You never pictured the future to be like this. Dick had talked about the two of you getting married, having a kid. Settling down eventually, being a family. All plans for a future that’s no longer possible, in a world that no longer exists. You grieve the loss of your love. Damien grieves his brother. Clark and the others grieve their friend and leader. Bruce is grieving too, although he doesn’t show it like the rest. He’s visited Dick several times. But he never stays long. You imagine it’s hard for him, to see his eldest son, his first robin, now nothing more than a beast who tries to bite and attack anyone who comes near.

Bruce has been somewhat of a recluse between missions, letting himself disappear in the maze of the towers halls. He’s done a lot of work repairing the tower’s electrical grid and solar panels. You suppose that’s his way of coping, of helping. He spent so much time repairing the reactor on Apokolips for Darkseid, you guess this is his way of trying to make up for the damage he caused.

Everyone grieves differently. And it isn’t just the loss of Nightwing that’s the source of everyone’s grief. You all lost friends, family, people you cared for.

Victor. Lois. Zatanna. Etrigan. King Arthur. Garfield. Wally. Connor. Roy. Donna.

Gone. All of them. Titans and gods. Friends and loved ones.

Taken from you too soon, by Darkseid and his paradooms.

The world is grieving too. Billions of lives have been lost. The human race is facing the eminent threat of extinction, and what’s left of earths protectors now band together to try and put back the pieces of this broken world to save the precious life that’s left.

What else can you do, other than your best? You have to try. And when the weight of this harsh reality gets to be too much, you lean on each other, and pray that Barry is somehow able to help erase the atrocity that's marred this reality.

⌜read more on ao3⌟ 

[sisaloofafump]

Marvel creates teams, DC creates characters.

Disclaimer: this is a gross over simplification and greatly limited to the comics that I have read. I can think of dozens of examples that do not fit these observations, but it's what I've been noticing as I (an X-Men kid) fell deep into DC over the past many months. TLDR at the end.

Marvel is incredible at writing teams. Look at how well balanced their x-men adjacent stories are—both within the individual groups and within mutantdom as a whole—and compare that to the absolute mess of the JLA or any of DC’s crossover groups above 2 members.

But, DC knows how to write individuals and (when they’re small) their support networks. Where as Marvel, with the exception of Peter Parker, consistently falls flat and struggles to write compelling individual arcs that don’t rely on external characters or world events.

So much of this has to do with how the franchises were created in the first place.

The JLA is a an awkward mismatch of individually created characters and franchises whose only justifications for working together can be massive multiverse-ending events. This leads to a never ending slew of crossover stories where each issue is 70% dense exposition of stakes that are too high to matter and 10% visually discordant fight scenes. The remaining 20% is split between the characters that bring in the readers (Superman and Batman) and the characters without a solo run—leaving all others as background fodder. The villains are only repeats of an individual franchises. There are no JLA-specific villains (aside from bland cosmic entities) because the JLA is not a team, it is a crossover.

Marvel, whose franchises centre on teams rather than individuals, can have a group (be they the Fantastic Four or the X-Force) focus on meaningful, local, character-driven stories. However, take a character out of their designated group and now you have one fifth of a whole acting as another team’s third wheel. Only long-time, well established characters (currently: Emma Frost), or those created as a solo adventurer (Deadpool), can break the mold. Ironically, I feel the Marvel Cinematic Universe betrayed the strength that Marvel’s comics have—by setting up each post-Civil War (and arguably earlier) Avenger as their own franchise it lost the balance of a team and became instead a crossover.

A point in DC crossovers’ favour, however, is that because all the world-changing events only happen when every major player is involved, they hit the whole world equally. Inner-franchise climaxes don’t become large enough that they should disrupt others. It’s believable (somewhat) that each hero family stays in their own city—a major event to Green Arrow isn’t effecting the Amazons, and vice versa. In contrast, because the groups in Marvel get so big, their problems and scope can get even larger. What happens in one stream (say, the mutants terraforming Mars) should have massive effects on everyone, but it rarely does. (To be fair, I think Marvel has been doing an overall good job at balancing this recently).

The individual based module also works great for minor crossovers. But, this only works so long as the pairing stays small—Superman and Batman can have many team ups against new and original villains, whereas mutant/Avenger duos rarely happen and when they do, they stay firmly within their established franchises' concerns. Again though, these pair ups only work when they're small: compare World’s Finest issues that focus just on Superman, Batman, and Robin, with chaotic ones that cameo the whole JLA.

This isn't to say the individual method treats characters better, in fact, it often makes it worse. Lead characters must stay stagnant, their circumstances and relationships never changing. Side characters must fit their original archetypal role and purpose—if not, they're erased (adult Lana Lang), put in limbo (Tim Drake), or added to an ever increasing support team for a franchise not written for teams (basically everyone). When the X-Men needs novelty, they can just rearrange the roster. If a character no longer fits, they can join another subgroup or (albeit rarely and awkwardly) join another franchise's team (just look at Kitty Pryde's whole history). DC will never let Jason Todd escape Batman's shadow, because he was only ever built to orbit him.

Their treatment of the characters over the course of decades however, is different than its individual stories, and I would much rather pick up one of DC's short side character features than Marvel's. Within a short timeframe, the dynamics switch. Aside from when they're introducing a new mini-franchise, Marvel's short solos often work to push the plot of an adjacent team and the characters are reduced to pieces in a grander puzzle. DC's short solos in contrast exist to spotlight characters, allowing the autonomy and uniqueness that they may loose in the long run.

I don't know which I prefer. I'd love to see the writers/editors of Marvel take over DC for a few years, and vice versa. Might solve some problems.

TLDR: Marvel’s franchises are centred on large teams, and DC’s are on individuals. These both have their strengths and downfalls when it comes to crossovers.

When it comes to teams: The Justice League is a crossover group of individuals, not a team, only focusing on world-ending stories with no room for character arcs. But, the characters have a lot more mobility for small team-ups, and the world feels more cohesive. In comparison, Marvel’s teams are true, well balanced teams. But take a character out of a team, or do small scale crossovers, and they float awkwardly under developed. As large events and characters stay locked in their group franchises, Marvel as a whole feels split into disconnected parts.

When it comes to characters: DC allows for more short term solos but very limited long-term mobility, whereas Marvel characters aren't as stuck in archetypes, but short solos focus on contributing to grander plots rather than fleshing out niche characters.

[classicmarvelera]

60 Years to the Marvel Age of Comics

This year Marvel Comics is celebrating 60 years of the Avengers and the Uncanny X-Men. Two superhero teams (not super teams equivalent to DC’s JSA & JLA) that have seen many highs and few lows over the decades. Both transitioned from the pages of comics and onto the TV as well as Silver Screen. Both were created by Stan Lee and Jack Kirby, two names that would start the Marvel Age in the comic book industry with the Fantastic Four in 1961 

A lot has been written, and many documentaries have been produced about this particular era, referred to as the Silver Age. However, what needs to be examined is why we won’t be able to see a repeat of the Marvel Age till the end of time. It wouldn’t be wrong to say that this was Fukuyama’s “End of History” moment that brought superhero content full circle (foundations of which were established by Jerry Seigel and Joe Shuster in 1938) 

Had Stan given up the industry would still be producing content about ideal beings establishing truth, justice, and the American way, or World Peace for that matter. Luckily for every superhero fan out there, he didn’t nor did Jack Kirby (co-creator of Captain America and the man who drew him punching Hitler), Steve Ditko, John Romita, John Buscema, Gene Colan, Don Heck, Marie Severin, Jim Steranko and Larry Leiber (Stan’s brother). They added realism into a genre that was built on idealism 

Lee, Kirby, and Ditko by Alex Ross

The stories of this era have stood the test of time. Aside from old, heavy hardware being seen in the panels; the struggles of flawed humans speak out and connect till today. The Fantastic Four and The Amazing Spider-Man, the Incredible Hulk, the Invincible Iron-Man, Ant-Man, and Wasp are a reflection of our daily struggles be they financial, emotional, and in the case of X-Men, discrimination

The Age saw a new way of depicting heroes artistically. Kirby and Ditko’s art mesmerized the readers and the same happened when they were succeeded by other comic books art legends like John Romita, and Gil Kane to name a few but what many may not know was that it was during these years, Steve Ditko would introduce corner box art, now considered a cult classic, to help differentiate Marvel titles from the competition on the newsstands. DC had started branding its covers with illustrations of superheroes who would be appearing in anthology books but Ditko took it to a whole new level by making it more organized as well as enhancing the look and feel of the cover

The foundation laid by Lee, Kirby, and Ditko ensured that younger talents who would succeed them could produce more of such content without compromising their heroic DNA and still keeping them relevant for today’s readers. It is for this reason that the comic book industry’s most tragic tales involved two of the best creations from the Marvel Age, namely Spider-Man and the X-Men

The Night Gwen Stacy Died, written by Gerry Conway and illustrated by Gil Kane, shattered the rule that a superhero would never lose his/her love interest to death. This happened in 1973 (50 Years ago) and wasn’t done to create shock value for short-term sales boosts. It had to be done because the reality outside of the pages was a city suffering from one of the highest crime rates at the time and how can it be possible that a superhero doesn’t get affected by it. Even today, younger readers feel the same pain as their older peers when they actually read the story and go through the panels instead of looking it up on fandom. The X-Men’s Dark Phoenix Saga could have eclipsed Spider-Man’s tragedy had it not been for a reckless decision by Marvel Editorial to bring back Jean in the mid-80s (a decision even Dark Phoenix Saga author Chris Claremont didn’t agree with). Needless to say, Scott Summers lost Jean Grey, and Parker lost Gwen; this was the new precedent for the industry and a continuation of the Marvel Age which established the fact that superheroes can be fragile human beings for whom great power brings great responsibility along with adversity   

From The Coming of Galactus/Galactus Trilogy to the Death of Aunt May to Secret Invasion, all of these stories found a way to connect deep down with the audiences not just in terms of personalities or social issues but even beliefs as well as trust in one another which reminds us that it was during the 60s that Marvel broke the racial barrier long before any other publisher ever thought of, giving us stories that would be way ahead of their time. Whether it’s about Mutation and Cloning or Kirby’s Madbomb, we are living in a world that is seeing glimpses of such developments, if not in entirety 

Let’s face it, the Marvel Cinematic Universe won’t exist had it not been for the works produced in the 60s. The global popularity of Avengers, Spider-Man, and X-Men (thanks mainly to FOX Studios) shows that without a solid base, a structure or a studio can’t be erected on top of it 

A homage to Joe Simon and Jack Kirby 

All of Marvel’s success goes back to these formative years of 1961-63 in which flawed, struggling individuals would redefine what superheroes were all about in the pages of The Fantastic Four, Spider-Man, Doctor Strange, The Avengers (Iron Man, Thor, Hulk, Ant-Man and Wasp) and X-Men as well as breathe new life into Golden Age characters such as Captain America and Namor. The rest is history! 

‘Nuff said 

[doctorslippery]

(via X-men Rogues Gallery 11x17 Fine Art Print - Etsy)

Really only two who I can’t identify, and one of them, I’ve seen before. I’m going to look it up, but that would be cheating, so I’m not including that post-post lookup. The woman next to Pyro, over Sabertooth’s shoulder in the purple mask, I know I’ve seen her before and i should remember her name, but I don’t. The other is the woman standing between Sebastian Shaw and Donald Pierce, who I just realized is Selene. So there’s only one I can’t identify. ... ... ...I know way too much about the X-Men considering that it wasn’t ever really my favorite comic book. Was always more an Avengers and JLA comic reader...even FF before X.

I take it back. There is another character I can’t identify. Over Stryker’s shoulder, the woman in the hood with the headband and the hoop earrings. 

So, I spoke too soon. There are still two people I can’t ID in this group shot. Helluva nice one. If you like it go to Etsy and buy yourself a copy. 

[unfortunately-obsessed]

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✿⁠ oc x canon | ⁠♡ reader x canon | ✎ wip

✧ Batman | (All media types)

◍✧⁠* Random

Bruce written by Dostoevsky and Sue Zhao

Rating Batmen in different medias

Batman quitting the JLA

Batsons are just like their (younger) father

Other batkids are just like their father

◍✧⁠* Series:

We Can Make This Place Our Home (AO3 Series Link) ✿⁠

I. Reencounters

II. "You left without saying a word."

III. When I See The World Burn (Multi-chapter, AO3 links)

◍✧⁠* Multi-Chapter Works:

What Is Wrong With Us (AO3 Link) ⁠♡

I. Chapter

II. Chapter

III. Chapter

When I See The World Burn (ao3) ✿⁠ ✎

I. Dry Your Eyes, Darling Boy

II. Have You Ever Heard Of Robin Hood?

◍✧⁠* One shots:

Before The Legend Is Told (AO3)

My Love Will Never Die ⁠♡

◍✧⁠* Headcanons:

Bruce Wayne | Love Language ⁠♡

Alfred Pennyworth | Love Language (platonic)

✧ X-Men 97'

◍✧⁠* Random:

Straight ramble about E5S1

✧ Spider-Man: Spider-Verse | (Sony Animated Movies)

Episode 5, Season 1 | X-men 97 spoilers/theory

◍✧⁠* Meta:

Canon events and Miles Morales

Villain vs. Antagonist

◍✧⁠* Multi-Chapter Works:

Come morning light (I'll die homesick) (AO3 link) ✿✎

I. With your lips dripping red

◍✧⁠* one-shot:

Silk & Cologne ♡

All things end ♡

I'll love you like a dog (you'll betray me like a man) ♡

✧ Supergirl | (All media types)

◍✧⁠* one-shots:

On Earth, I Look Into Everything With Love

In this universe, Kara arrives on Earth at the same time Kal does.

✧ Detroit: Become Human (all links are to AO3)

◍✧⁠* Others:

Eat your young (sneak peak) ✿

◍✧⁠* Series:

All We Could Change (Stays the same):

I. The dawn of our raise (only needs a bullet to fall)

II. The Raise Of Our Fall

III. Step into the gun, Connor

How would you prove you're alive?

I. The Lovelace Test

II. The Coffee Test

◍✧⁠* One-Shots:

I Love It When You Look My Way ♡

At The End Of The World

Wasteland, Baby! ✿⁠

✧ Spy x Family

◍✧⁠* Series:

No happy ending for us (all links are to AO3):

I. After Everything™ went wrong

II. The half lies we didn't say

III. Happy even after

IV. 128 Park Avenue, West Berlint (multi-chapter) ✎

◍✧⁠* one-shots:

Sweetheart

"It's the first time I see you smile."

[themotherofhorses]

omg vic imagine aemond that really wants to go home but realizes how happy and safe his sweet wife is in the modern world so he just embraces his househusband lifestyle and accepts his new life with his son🥹

pairing: aemond targaryen x modern!wife!reader

jla masterlist

Aemond stands by the window, rocking silently as he eyed the last bits of sunlight vanishing behind a row of sharp-peaked rooftops. It is tiny moments like this that make him miss his mother and sister and kid brother.

Jaehaerys and Jaehaera too, he thinks glumly. His sweet niece and nephew, always so delighted to see him. And Vhagar. His stomach tightens at the memory of them all, feeling like heavy rocks sinking deep within his belly.

He tries not to think about it. But it is all in stupid vain; he dreams of home almost every hour he lays abed, of the Red Keep and the sprawling hills and the vast, bright-blue skies.

"When you are ready to come home, my prince, all that is needed is to prick your finger- just enough for a droplet to fall.”

Aemond thinks about the rivers woman's words a lot. Sometimes his hand tingles with the strongest urge to unsheath his sword and slice his palm, just enough for Alys Rivers to feel.

He would bring his woman home- their son as well, and cloak her in all the riches across the realm.

I'll bring her home, and we will live in the Keep. She'll have a good hot meal and wine every night, and my mother will meet her grandson.

He turns from the window, gazing down at the wife kneeling on the living room floor with their babe. In her hand is a green dragon, one she named Vhagar, in honor of his mount, saying that it would be the closest thing to an egg. She waves it around Aemion's plump face.

Her hair hangs about her pretty face, and the smile on her lips is warm. Aemond feels himself falling in love with her again. He watches as Aemion grabs at the dragon with stumpy fingers, cradling it against his chest with big, violet eyes.

His lady's smile widens, and he feels his own heart flutter inside his breast.

It makes him want to kiss her, to carry her to their bedchamber, to fling her onto the bed, to make her heavy with his child again. He loves her so fucking much.

She is safer in her world (the healed scar across her lower belly is proof of that) and much happier too. He sees the way she lights up every time her mother or Aemion's aunt visits, excited to flaunt her son around. She easily rivals the sun. Isn't that all a good husband could wish for?

Aemond loves his home, in truth, and his family too, but he loves his lady wife more. Where she stays, he shall remain.

notes: his wifey totally orders the jellycat green fuddlewuddle dragon plushie. idc it's def canon.

[keef-a-corn]

Ahem, not close to being an og on tumblr or DC so I may have some stupid points and/or may being doing this friggin wrong and I’m okay with that. Fairly certain I will be proven wrong one way or another, but I’m tryin’.

Now..

Got into DC not too long ago. This is what I have learnt so far (these are mainly Batman based because I’m yet to care about anyone else nearly as much as I care about Bats and I’m mainly focusing on the stuff I’ve encountered, not toxicity [because I haven’t encountered that yet]):

- Batman is awesome but his canon constantly clashes. It’s nicer for HCs but is also a pain when a bunch of people focus on one part.

- still very shocking but… people tend to be fairly okay when someone doesn’t read the comics or most of the comics, as long as they are at least familiar with references to the comics.

- the live-action movies are both really good and highly flawed all at once.

- there is a horrific amount of crossovers with Miraculous and Danny Phantom. Like fanfics made yesterday have these crossovers.

- You like a ship? Perfect! Here’s plenty of content in relation to that!

- my method from finding Transformers fanfics does not work.

- Not enough JL depress.

- still yet to see anyone mention how funny it is that parents allow their children to engage with majority of DC and JL content when they really shouldn’t.

-Batman can never be apart of young children content. Nothing targeted to someone below the age of 7 should be allowed to engage with Batman content. Considering how he became Batman, his morals, his motivations, his goals.

- majority agree that a good version of Batman is when cares about people and actually is a very good person but will never see himself as a good person, he’s not scary. He’s not mean. He actually cares about people. He’s just a damaged person.

- Autism and ADHD characters are canon and I love browsing all the proof that it’s canon.

- Alfred is best. (Also raised my standards for the British only for it to be destroyed by my stupid uncle.)

- want to ignore canon? M’kay!

- not enough ‘Bruce cut himself off from people for years, but did solely interact with Alfred, gradually he started mimicking Alfred’s accent, so when he finally interacts with people again he has a British accent.’ Come on.

- if you search up any negative, but angsty, trait and ‘Bruce Wayne’ on tumblr you’re going to get a whole bunch of content that’s either Bruce x reader or is batbros focused rather than Bruce focused.

- everything is either from 5 years ago or yesterday.

- not enough owl man and Batman interacting content. Where’s the fanfics where Owlman tries to join the JLA and the only one to question it is Bruce! Initially Owlman’s there to undermine Batman and drive him insane, but gradually their relationship develops and the original plan goes out the window in the wake of ‘protective brother’ mode?? It’s not even close to canon, but at this rate it doesn’t matter.

- fight scenes are cool, but do you know what’s cooler? Characters displaying proper friendships [while fighting]

- overworked and insomniac characters are central in fanfics when you least expect it, but if you ACTUALLY SEARCH IT UP YOU GET NOTHING!

Edit: completely forgot to mention

- still waiting for someone to mention that although Battison (I think [yet to watch it]) addresses the black makeup from around the eyes of Batman when he’s in the cowl, does it really matter? Because it’s not even supposed to be there because Batman’s eyes are supposed to be covered by the lenses built into the cowl.

- disappointed by the lack of high-heels in more modern content. They run around in heels in Justice League and Justice League Unlimited and that’s how high my standards are. No heels? No point.

- pink kryptonite hehe

And finally

- learning big words and concepts thanks to everything. Honestly didn’t know what ABA was, or that it’s called a cowl!

[latesummerfrost]

When anyone asks me what my favorite comics are or what I would recommend to a new reader I always (before Brubaker and Cooke's Catwoman) go straight to Huntress : Year One. After Morrison's New X-Men and Perez's Wonder Woman, the title that really sucked me into comics was Gail Simone's Birds of Prey. Naturally, I had to know more about these women.

So after a Black Canary deep dive (which I'll go into later, because that deserves its own gosh darn post, obviously), I came to Huntress : Year One. I'd already seen these ladies in Justice League : Unlimited. I already loved Helena as Amy Acker brought her to life. I had no idea what this book would do to me.

You understand Helena in Gail's BOP better for reading it. You understand her better in JLA (which came before but obviously informed this title). For crissake, it makes you appreciate the Birds of Prey movie more (we know you tried, Margot, you did your homework and bless you for it)!!! Ivory Madison killed it on the script; Cliff Richards MURDERED IT on the pencils and color. This book isn't perfect, but it's a goddamn Helluva read if you enjoy a good Mafia story with a titch of cape thrown in (no spoilers, obvi).

[montimer]

TNBA and JLA Joker with an s/o who can communicate with animals and is kind of a Robin Hood type

Reader who can communicate w/ animals

Tnba!joker,jla!joker (separated) x gn!reader

Tnba!joker

He'll be surprised.

But kinda proud.

He won't really have a big reaction about it at first.

He sees you talking to his hyenas. Then again his hyenas understand him too.

But when he sees you can just talk to any animal and they can understand you immediately.

Oh wow, you still manage to surprise him.

Jla!Joker

His s/o can talk to animals! Aren't you adorable?

He'll be happily watching as you talk to them.

He wants to learn to! Teach him!

Might use them for a prank, like send a lot of animals on the city to annoy batman more.

He wants to know what the animals think! If you can do that too.

He has so many questions

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

Just Another Death

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/roRDP8J by Cloudy_yes You live in Gotham. Shit happens. Everyone’s used to it. Death comes and goes. Every new death is “just another death.” It happens. Words: 899, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: DC - Fandom, DCU Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Categories: F/M Characters: Nightwing, Dick Grayson, Bruce Wayne, Batman, Damian Wayne, Superman, Clark Kent, The Joker, Alfred Pennyworth, Commissioner Gordon, James Gordon, Reader, Y/n - Character, Fem reader Relationships: Dick Grayson/fem!Reader, Nightwing/fem!reader, nightwing & fem!reader, Dick Grayson & Fem’ Reader, Nightwing x Fem!Reader, Dick Grayson x Fem!Reader Additional Tags: Mentioned Catwoman - Freeform, mentioned JLA, reader can’t catch a break, Stressed Reader, Angst, Fluff and Smut, Eventual Smut, maybe slow burn, Character Death read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/roRDP8J