#Kryptonian reader

[hattersrabbit]

Hold up because yandere avengers x kryptonian! reader was so GOOD can we have a pt 2 please

(I'll actually go on knees for pt 2 but ofc if you don't want to make one that's up to you!)

BYE BYE, BABY BLUE

yandere avengers x kryptonian reader | sfw

CW! male reader, denial of reality, possessive behavior, blame of self, batman/Bruce wayne exists in this universe, jealous avengers, superbat (kinda, Bruce x Reader, more platonic tho),attempted murder

Summary! You've grown tired, and you've kept excusing that nothing is wrong with your team mates. It only gets worse when you meet someone who tells you what actually is going on

part 1

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It been so long since you've had time to yourself. Asking Peter to go back to New York until something actually important happens you would call him.

Thankfully the younger man was a lot more convincable than the others. Wanda and Tony he thinks most importantly weren't that convincable.

Just for now; you were alone with Kyrpto who refused to move away from you.

You would never let him be away from you. You two may be aliens but you had feelings and the tension with your team mates was horrible.

Suffocating.

As if you were something helpless. Too naive but you noticed it all but didn't know why. Why was this happening to you.

At least until he walked into your life. A man with black hair and the most piercing of blue eyes. A man named Bruce Wayne with his son, Dick Grayson.

Whilst dealing with the avengers any time you got time alone you would talk to Bruce. The man had come to own your place of employment. Any time he visited which was rare but when he did you two would always talk a storm.

So close that he figured out your identity, and you figured out the fact he was Batman. A cryptid and the Robin by his side. To his word; you were the only one he told.

Best of friends and the finest. You had started getting traction in Gotham and helping Batman and Robin. A token meta in the world of Gotham.

Gotham wasn't known for safety, and word travels fast.

And one time it got bad.

Tony was fussing over you being in Gotham. He felt irratible about the fact you were conversing with this Batman. He was begging you to stay with him at the tower with Pepper.

Steve was yelling at him.

Bucky was standing too close to you. Him and Steve seeming to hold some connection of what to do.

With you.

You didn't like it, and while it hurt you to do so your pushed the men off of you. Without a word you flew off frantically. With your super hearing you could hear Tony getting his suit on, and the calling of Thor and Wanda.

It was futile to make you stop. You pleaded for them all to stop but they never did. All in the place of love, and making sure you were okay. You were new to this, but they were wrong.

Lex Luthor was dead. You came to know that when Tony Stark took control of his company. It was alarming, and suddenly kryptonite disappeared.

You didn't understand why this was happening. It wasn't hard to see how Wanda's murderous aura became big when you would ask about Lex Luthor.

Peter would seeth out a response.

You confronted them. Steve was quick to deny it. To deny the too close of touch that he and Bucky tried to force onto you. The overall fact that you were stuck in a invisible cage.

Clint and Natasha seemingly trying to hide the bloodlust they had when another assailant came to have Kyrptonite. In horror watching how they became something worse.

Thor's hammer, just as it did for Thanos, blood was shed. You were in horror as the hammer crushed the green crystal.

No you couldn't stand Banner's excessive mother henning. No Tony, you can't take my blood and make my suit even bulkier. You could stand it anymore.

Suffocating.

The breeze rushing past feeling dark. Thor and Wanda most definitely on your tail.

You tucked your fear all the way back into your stomach. Your mind flashed with images of Bruce's face. That kind man always knowing what to say despite his reputation of being a playboy.

You could feel tears falling down your face as you sped off to Gotham; Bruce's home of address.

"B! It's [ ]!" Dick would shout from seeing you land on the balcony. True to Gotham weather it was raining. Your own tears mixing in with the rain.

And then Bruce was there.

The balcony doors opened and you found your way into Bruce's arms, careful not to break his mortal body. "I know you said no metas but I just-" You cried to him.

The normally stoic Bruce that you came to know comforted you better than anyone of the avengers. Even the likes of Peter who was above all sweet, but it wasn't Bruce.

"What happened?" He would ask you while holding you. His butler, Alfred and Dick watching with worried eyes.

"The avengers...I don't know why but they've just gotten so...overbearing..."

You were naive, sure, but you you knew better. You were sheltered but you knew off behavior. The same kind of eyes staring from your town. The weird farm boy that people didn't know when he got there.

For good reason your new parents protected you from the world. Afraid that everyone in that damn town would hurt you despite your strength and powers.

You shivered remembering Tony's stare at you. The way his voice went up at the notion of you in Gotham, and working with the Batman.

Pictures of you and Bruce at your place of work.

It hadn't been long since you revealed your identity and that you were exactly human.

Thinking your naive nature and thinking you don't know that Bruce was a playboy, when he wasn't. Coming to know the man he did it to mask the pain of his tragedy.

Recently he stopped do so, but still kept up his flirty personality.

"Words and actions. Always angry that I'm alone without them, or with you or in Gotham. As if I'm not a fucking hero! As if I'm not an alien with strength above them!"

Your chest hurt as you relayed all the repressed feelings you felt in your chest. Krypto who had yet to leave your side rubbed up against you. You barely noticed the contact.

Bruce simply rubbed circles into your back. Alfred and Dick came back with cookies and tea for you all.

Your eyes always flickering to the windows. Scared to see Wanda's flickering red eyes and misty powers. Her ability to mess with your brain. Despite all of Bruce's help in strengthening your mind she would always penetrate it.

Sometimes you felt like things were missing from your memory. Or you seem to black out and suddenly in your room.

"You're something better than what they are. Better than me."

"Bruce-"

"They want to keep that pureness. Goodness is what they want, and they aren't good. The avengers have done things and have gone to the dark side. The scarlet witch is one big one."

You shivered at the mention of her name.

"Oh, [ ]. She's scaring you." Dick whispered. He brought a cookie to your lips slowly. You smiled seeing the boy try to cheer you up.

"Miss Maximoff is quite the danger isn't she? She's messed with your head?" Alfred inquired.

"Yes, I believe so." You gripped your hair. They were pulled off by Dick.

"No doubt a planned to keep you under wraps. Always one of them keeping an eye on you ever since kryptonite came to the public eye." Bruce responded. His sharp eyes on the window.

"Do you think you were followed?"

"Yes. They'll find me. I- I don't want them to find me!" You collapsed into yourself. Dick's small body hugging you tightly.

"Robin will protect you! Both Batman and Robin!" That boyish smile and hopeful expression. Once you had that outlook but since then it's broken down. You couldn't find a reason to smile when you were being smothered.

"Remember your stronger than them, and i can craft something to stop the mind control."

"Master Bruce."

"Yes, you can always leave and...joina group we've been trying to get together since the recent events with the avengers and you. I noticed it but I wished for you come to me, which you did." He brushed hair away from your tear stricken face.

"Maybe if I hadn't left then maybe Lex Luthor may not have..."

"I see." Bruce's voice deepened at the notion of death.

"It's not your fault, [ ]. You're something want to preserve. To believe that they are truly good. This new team; the Justice League would never treat you like that. I promise. People who love you would never do this." He held you to his body. Dick clinging hard to you.

Alfred had left to retrieve his shotgun.

"They don't care for your wants, [ ]. Otherwise, they'd understand you can take care of yourself. You're a hero not some child. They know you aren't, but anything bad to happen that would taint you it must be stopped."

"If I hadn't crashed-"

"If you hadn't crashed here then Metropolis would certainly be worse. You gave this world hope better than anyone!" Dick insisted. His hands cupping your face.

"Dick is right. What you've felt and seen is the truth. Don't let them continue." A rare smile crossed Bruce's face.

You noted how Dick visibly brightened at it.

"Quit them, and join our group; Diana would be overjoyed to have you with us again. Dick would be happy to see you more."

"Yeah! Those avengers of yours are really icky and scary." Dick giggled, and fake gagged after finishing his words.

Bruce chuckled. You're heart warming after digesting after all you've heard. The reality finally realized that what was happening wasn't good. They were smothering you like some baby when you were.

A human being that was bound to become hardened but that was the life of a hero.

"Okay. You promise to to not be like them." You pleaded.

"Of course, and if they find you right now me and Dick will defeat them. Alfred will be there with the shotgun too." He smiled bigger.

"For you!" Dick raised his hands. Sharp eyes on the window. Bruce's own eyes at the window with that Batman glare.

You heard her, but the loud gunshot stopped time. Unexpected, even for her.

This time you and Bruce couldn't find the care to stop the butler. Dick continued to hug you as Bruce stood up.

Already a message sent out for the rest of an upcoming league. The monster in the window down below with a shot to her stomach.

You felt at peace for now.

Even if you could hear all of their heartbeats.

Even the witch's heart was still beating.

[thatrandomidiot182]

Glimpse of Another Life

Variant! Invincible/Mark Grayson × Kryptonian! Reader

Warnings. minor angst, mentions of unrequited love, mentions of death/murder.

A/N. This is verrry dialogue centric, and written during 3am spurts of inspiration, so it's not the greatest, but I do like how it ended up. I hope yall like it as well! P.s. This is not referencing any of the canon Mark variants, but it can be seen as viltrumite Mark if you want! I just had this idea and wanted to share bc pathetic Mark has me DOWN BAD 😫

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"I thought I'd find you here."

The statement sends a wave of panic down your spine, breaking the peaceful silence you had tried so desperately to find. Your body springs up, instantly uncurling from the fetal position you had been floating in as you tense, preparing to face the source.

"You always came up here after a rough day."

God you wish he'd just shut up.

You never thought you'd feel like this, but after everything that's happened these last twenty-four hours, all you wanted to do was escape that damn voice.

It's why you had fled the planets atmosphere in the first place. Speeding off to curl up in your hiding place next to the sun as soon as things had died down.

It was the one place you knew you could avoid Mark— or at least, your Mark.

It was the one place you could escape the sound of his voice spitting words he'd never say.

"You look exactly the same... You're as beautiful as the day I lost you."

He whispers your name like a prayer, and it sends a violent wave of nausea rolling through your stomach.

Just yesterday it would have brought you an embarrassing amount of glee to hear his voice calling out to you in such a tone.

The teasing lilt and deep, raspy pitch would normally send a wave of comfort over your tensed figure, instantly quelling your fear... Mark always did have the innate ability to shatter your defenses. Even with something as simple and small as a laugh.

"Please. I'm not here to hurt you. I'd never hurt you, I just... I needed to see you again. It's the only reason I came here."

His voice trembles, pitch heightened as he begs, "Please let me see you."

Your body trembles as you feel his presence drawing closer. Whether it was with fear, rage or exhaustion, you don't know. Maybe a sick combination of all three...

"I'm not that person..."

It was the only thing you could think to say in the moment, and your enhanced hearing allows you to hear the stutter in his breath all too clearly...

Along with his heartbeat, which was beating almost as fast as yours.

"I know."

His voice is small, defeated. As you finally turn to face him, body coiled and tensed for a fight, you find yourself freezing at the sight– because this Mark was different.

His face was stronger, more defined. All chisled cheeks and sharp jawline, no trace of the leftover baby fat you loved to squish when he was being too cocky.

Prominent eyebags and traces of a five o-clock shadow age him significantly. Although, taking into account the scars that littered his face and hands and the pure size of him, it was safe to assume he was a bit older.

As your gazes finally meet, you find yourself hesitating at the amount of pain and fondness his eyes held.

That hesitation lasted for only a moment, because as soon as your brain processed the full image of this Mark, you froze.

There are quite a few reasons you feel as though you should be afraid of him, but none of them were what set you off.

It wasn't the suit, which was, to your horror, the classic Viltrumite uniform that you had seen on the previous visits from the race.

It wasn't the length of his hair, which was only slightly shorter than your Marks' was and added to the aura of stern maturity he carried.

It wasn't even the broad expanse of his shoulders, that easily beat your Mark's in comparison, that caused you to freeze in such fear.

It was because of how much he looked like his father.

From the slope of his shoulders to the cinch of his waist, even down to the swell of his thighs, this Mark was undeniably his fathers son.

You'd never thought that Mark had looked like Nolan as much as everyone said he did, but seeing what could be– what is, this other Mark... One who is far from the slender, goofy, childhood best friend of yours that can't build huge muscles if his life depended on it...

Suddenly made you grateful that Debbie's genes had put up such a fight.

Because even as you see Nolan in the mass of his muscles, and the stance that takes up as much space as possible while simultaneously exuding danger and strength– You can still see the remnants of his humanity in the shape of his eyes and curve of his lips. In the slope of his nose and the brown of his iris, you see traces of one of the greatest women you've ever known.

Which is the only reason you haven't moved to attack.

Because this Mark was different. Not just from your Mark, but from all the other Mark's who you had fought (and killed) throughout the past few hours.

Whereas those Marks were all varying in size and stature, their eyes had all held the same sinister glint.

They all shared the same sick inclination to violence and pride, never hesitating to attack first, with a stupid, egoistic whip and strength that rivaled your own.

He didn't.

Despite his size, his posture was carefully submissive, hands splayed open before your eyes in a show of innocence and vulnerability.

His eyes were gentle and tired, rather than obsessive and manic as the others had been.

Still, despite his seemingly unviolent nature, you don't know why you never attacked him.

Maybe it was the desperate hope to find another Mark that was good, or at least, not as bad as all the others.

Maybe it was the overwhelming exhaustion that had numbed your mind since you were first forced to kill a version of your best friend.

Or maybe it was because he somehow knew where to find you, when even your Mark had no idea about your solar absorption, that led you to where you are now.

Sat next to him in a cozy little crater on the moon, overlooking earth as he recalls your alternate life.

"We grew up together. Inseparable since the moment Nolan brought you home from the GDA after your little ship landed in the middle of New York." You note the peculiar use of Nolan's name, nodding along with his words as you reflect on your past with your own Mark.

"I used to be so jealous of you growing up. Unlike me, you had your powers since birth. Nolan always told me that it didn't matter how long you had your powers because when I got mine, I'd be stronger anways." He scoffed, "Fucker was always trying to pit us against each other..."

You tilted your head at that, confused by the notion, "He... never did that here." Your voice was hesitant, unsure if sharing the fact would comfort or further upset him.

Based on the way he smiled at the sound of your voice, you assume he wasn't too concerned with your actual words.

"That.. Makes me so happy to hear, actually." He laughs, breathless and without much humor, "I imagine we– You have a much better relationship with him then..." He trails off, glancing questioningly your way.

You pause, "With Nolan? Or..."

He huffs, leaning more into his elbows that are crossed over his bent knees as he responds, "Both, I suppose..." He gazes out at the expanse of space longingly, "I've thought about it a lot... What it could've been like if he never made us hate each other."

His grin falters, "But that didn't happen. Well, it did, just– not fast enough..." He stutters, and you watch nervously as his fists clench.

"We were at each other's throats our entire lives, and it only got worse when I finally got my powers– I think I was thirteen?" His body remains tense as he continues, "I used to see you as competition. Nolan always paid more attention to you. He took you with him on patrol, he trained you, he.... He made me feel like you were in the way of our relationship as father and son."

He scowls, "I felt like I had to fight for Nolans attention whenever you were around, and it made me hate you because you seemed to take it for granted. You were never enthusiastic about spending time with him, you even seemed to avoid it, and it pissed me off to see you taking advantage of it when I had to beg for crumbs of his approval." He grit his teeth, shuffling ridgedly and you instinctively lean further away at his agitation.

His head snaps your way, and your heart lurches in your throat, wide eyes meeting his as he softens under your flighty stare.

"That's exactly what he planned..." He trails off, head turning away as his body slumps, agitation fizziling out at the sight of your fear. "He wanted me to hate you, so that I would eventually have the will to... eliminate you when the time came to conquer earth. He-He knew that you were the only thing that could pose a threat to our takeover." You both winced at the wording.

"It wasn't until junior prom that I actually opened my eyes..." He laughed sadly.

"Mom made us go together, seeing as neither of us were very popular and tried to use that as an excuse not to go..." He smiled with a wistful sigh, "I'm glad she did. It... ended up being the best night of my life." Your heart clentched at the sight of his crooked smile. His eyes were glazed and reflected the light of the stars in a way that had your breath hitching all too familiarly.

He laughs again, eyes crinkling with affection, "I still remember how awkward you looked in your cute little outfit." His voice took on a teasing lilt as he glanced at you, "Standing at the top of the stairs all grumpy because mom wanted a picture..." He leaned back to lean on his hands with a laugh, "I remember standing there like an idiot. Gaping like a fish because, all of a sudden, you were more than the annoying kid who took my dad from me... You were just... A normal teenager... Who also happened to be the prettiest person I'd ever seen." Your cheeks flushed, and despite knowing he's not actually talking about you... you couldn't help but let yourself indulge in the compliment that your Mark had never even come close to speaking.

"You know, I beat myself up the entire car ride to the school. It was so awkward and it made me realize that despite my dad's interference... You never hated me."

Your eyes are wide and curious as you listen. His voice held so much fondness for this other version of you, it was shocking to imagine him ever hating her.

"I felt like the worst person alive when I realized that despite how awful I was to you, you never held it against me. Guess it's because you knew that I didn't know who my dad actually was..." his voice trailed off, and you could sense the rising anger simmering in his eyes.

"Who knew all it took for you guys to get along was teenage hormones and the dougie..."

Your absentminded comment snaps him out of his haze, drawing his attention as a bewildered stare graces his features.

"I mean, a sixteen year rivalry ended in one night! Must've been some prom..." You smile as you finally get a laugh out of him, quietly reveling in the sound.

"Yeah. It sure was." He smirks, eyes twinkling with a familiar mischief, "You can dance a mean cupid shuffle."

You burst into laughter, tossing your head back with a grin, "Tell me, does you having two left feet translate to every universe?"

He grins back, "Well, yeah– but you said it was cute!"

Your laughter rings in the quiet expanse of space, heard only thanks to the superior senses of your respective alien biologies.

In your humorous fit, you fail to realize how close you began to lean towards Mark until the warmth of his bicep met your own.

Your laughs dwindle at his sudden silence, head tilting to eye him as you grow concerned.

You were met with a gentle, fond smile that set your heart ablaze. His eyes were soft, cheeks pink and dimpled as he stared at you reverently.

You stayed quiet, allowing yourself the moment to soak in his undivided adoration, silently preening under his gaze.

It wasn't until he reached a hand up to brush against your cheek that you snapped out of your stupor. Hesitantly pulling away as you reprimand yourself for getting swept away.

After all, this isn't your Mark.

This isn't your best friend (and nothing more).

Your Mark would never willingly speak so adoringly of you.

Your Mark would never caress you so softly, as if you were something to be worshipped.

Your Mark just didn't love you like you loved him.

It was cruel and unfair to lean into the embrace of this Mark and take advantage of his feelings because at the end of the day, you are not the you he fell in love with.

Your thoughts drive you to break the silence with a sharp sigh, pointedly ignoring his hurt stare as he slowly lowers his hand back to his side.

"Why are you here, Mark?"

He stares at you with a furrowed brow, "I told you, I wanted to see–"

"No, I mean–" You take a breath, gesturing to the earth before you half-heartedly, "Why did you come here with them, if you don't want to conquer our world like they do?"

He takes longer to answer you this time, and you began to worry about his answer.

"It was the only way to see you again." His voice is shaky, the warmth from your previous conversation gone as he glares out at the planet. "Angstrom promised that if I helped him get revenge, he'd let me see you– have you." He pauses, and you tense at the implication of his words.

He sighs, wincing at your jumpiness as he rushes to reassure you, "I'm not here to be the bad guy. I don't want to conquer this earth, I could care less about this Mark! I just– I needed to see you alive. T-To know that you're happy and healthy here... and to make sure it stays that way." His last words are spoken so softly they were almost whispered, and you hesitate to believe them for the sole reason you think you might have hallucinated them.

Nonetheless, you stay silent at the revelation, allowing yourself the time to properly digest your entire encounter thus far.

Your head is far more clouded than when you originally came up here after Mark had disappeared with Eve. After your heart could no longer take killing him again and again...

You don't know what you're supposed to do anymore...

You want to cry, but you can't because you know the Mark next to you will want to comfort you, and the worst part is that you'd allow it.

You want to go back down and pummel every varient you come across just to let out the frustration you feel, but you won't. Not after discovering the possibility that they're not all bad.

So what can you do? What should you do?

What will you do?

What you always do–

"Well, you said you weren't here to be the bad guy, right?"

You slowly rise from your seated position, looming over Mark with a steeled gaze.

Despite your seriousness, you can't help the quirk of your lips at the intense way he nods his head. You shoulders stiffen as you turn back towards earth resolutely, sparing him one last glance before taking off.

"Prove it."

–Save your planet.

[pastelclovds]

𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧’𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞

pairing: debbie x kryptonian!male!reader x nolan

cw: angst, diabetes amount of fluff, polyamorous relationship, hurt/comfort, pre s2, comfort sex, praise kink, vaginal sex, oral sex, squirting, soft dom!top!reader, spooning position, mentioned past threesomes, infidelity (andressa and nolan in the end 😬).

word count: 1.5k

authors note: continuing from this post a lifetime ago. this is my most angsty fic yet :’) enjoy 💕

the only thing that just as painful as fighting your husband, nolan, the man whom you had loved for two decades after witnessing him beat your son (mark) to a pulp: was watching your wife, debbie break into a million figurative pieces on your bed while she was holding one of nolan’s shirts.

you had always admired her independence and compassion. she taught you and nolan the history, beauty, and culture of this peculiar planet. it wasn’t long until she and nolan had stolen your heart. the house was empty and mark was off to college. you had come back home from the grocery store, a box of debbie’s favorite snacks in your hand when you caught sight of her sobbing self.

debbie was the strongest person in the universe to you. she had always put the needs of others before herself. this time, you’ll be sure to make her feel loved and supported. she didn’t push away from you as you took her into your sturdy arms, nolan’s shirt immediately forgotten.

she let’s out a sob when she felt your lips trailing from her collarbone to her neck. a few tears still manage to escape her closed lids but disappear as you kiss them away. debbie sits on your lap as she hides her swollen face on your chest.

“i’m sorry—”

“you have nothing to be sorry about.”

“how could i’ve been so stupid to believe him for all those years—?”

you gently cup her tear stained cheeks as you softly muttered, “i believed him too. nolan’s betrayal hurt us both. but you’ve been dealing with it all by yourself when we should’ve been dealing with it together, debbie. you’ve been strong long enough, for mark and myself. i’ve never been more proud of you, but now it’s your turn to let go and be taken care of. will…” she gasps when you give her waist a small squeeze, you continue to ask with soft eyes, “…you let me?”

debbie had never felt more loved in her life, she had no clue what she would do if you weren’t there by her side. the bed was never cold. your tender smile greeted her every morning. you treated her like she was a queen worthy of your worship. she was so tired of putting on a facade. tonight, she wanted to be yours.

debbie answers your question by wrapping one of her arms around your neck as her plump lips pressed against yours, to which you warmly welcomed back. all the while, her other hand snuck under your shirt and started stroking your abdomen.

you removed her shirt and unclasped her bra, debbie let out a pleased sigh as her chest was released from its cage and hung free, her nipples hardened under your lustful gaze. you didn’t waste any time in getting naked yourself as debbie continued to strip herself for you. her heart leaped when you stared at her body with the same hunger as when you first saw her naked all those years ago.

a string of slick reveals itself as debbie removes her panties when she catches sight of your toned muscles shining under the light of the sunset peeking through your bedroom window. your dick throbbed and felt heavy as debbie took it in her hand, you shallowed your groans with a steamy kiss as her fingers played with your tip.

before debbie could make a move to take you into her mouth, you stopped her. she stared up at you puzzled.

“i’m supposed to take care of you, remember? i wanna spoil you, make you feel good,” you spoke in a thick tone that it has debbie clenching around nothing. you said nothing as you picked up debbie like she weigh nothing as placed her carefully on the cold bedsheets. you spread her legs apart until you were met with the delicious sight of her wet pussy. your cock jumps and your balls made it painfully clear that they were full than ever. you wanted to dive into her body and never part, but you ceased those thoughts. this was for debbie, not you. there would be a time for that later.

debbie looked up at you with pleading eyes, you lowered yourself down on the floor at the edge of the bed. your hands continued to lovingly caress debbie’s thighs. then, without warning, you leaned your face towards her cunt and push your tongue inside her twitching walls.

“oh fuck— ah! oh, this feels so good,” debbie cried out, her legs wrapped themselves around your head. she didn’t know if it was because you were an alien or whatever, but your tongue always managed to reach the deepest depths of her better than nolan could.

debbie fists the sheets as you continue to stretch her out, but you didn’t stop there. you ravenously sucked her clit, your growls sending pleasant vibrations through out. you devoured her like an inmate on death row. debbie was reminded on how greedy you were when it came to her pussy. whether it was to eating her out or thrusting your fat cock into her, it didn’t matter. you were drunk on her and nolan’s respective holes nonetheless.

debbie let out gasping moans as your tongue flattened over her overstimulated clit and dragged it back and forth. just to throw her over the edge, you pumped your fingers in and out of her sopping pussy, curling them up and pressing them against her walls until they found her sweet spot. you stared up at her with a soft, demanding look, as if you were commanding her to let go and release all over your face.

the only sounds in the rooms were the slurping of your mouth against debbie’s sex and her uncontrollable noises and pleas for more. It was too much and perfection at the same time. debbie shook as she choked out a cry, she sees stars as her orgasm rushes through her and slick squirts over your lips and nose.

debbie laid on the bed like a stringless puppet, her eyes closed as she catches her breath. meanwhile, you rise from the carpeted floor, wipe the clear slick from your face, and use it to lube your hard cock. it had already turned bright red near the tip due to you ignoring it. now the real fun can begin. you give debbie a few minutes to rest, you handed her a bottle water to drink as you showered her in praise.

debbie flushed at the overwhelming adoration. debbie recalled another memory of you taking charge in the aftercare as nolan and debbie held each other in warm embrace after a particularly exhausting session. you made sure they were the most comfortable.

finally, you set debbie sideways on top of the soft pillows as you laid behind her, snaking your arm around her waist as you grind your dick against her entrance. debbie whined when she felt the tip of your cock touch her clit after every movement of your hips.

you peck her neck once more and whisper next to her ear, “i love you, debbie. more than anything else. you aren’t alone, this wasn’t either of our faults. you’re my strong, beautiful wife. nothing’s gonna change that.”

you hear debbie’s breath hitch before salty tears fill her eyes once again. she turns her head and holds onto your neck so she could press a kiss to your lips. your bodies were tangled up like a intimate pretzel, even if you didn’t have your super hearing, you’d still be able to hear debbie’s heartbeat due to how close she was.

nobody else but yourself, debbie and nol—

…nobody else but debbie and youself existed…

debbie pulls away from the kiss first as a few tears escape from her eyes again, she stares at you with pure love and trust as she mutters out, “thank you for everything. i love you more. please, please put it in—”

debbie trailed off and let out a sighing moan when she felt your cock fill her to the brim, your hips press flush against her. your tongue was perfect, but your dick was divine. you were going to do everything in your power to make sure nobody hurt your family again. but in the deepest corner of your mind laid a traitorous thought.

where did nolan go, and was he okay?

after you and debbie were done making love, you use your super human speed to make quick work of clean up and gave debbie one last kiss good night before covering the two of you in a blanket and sleeping peacefully for the first time in weeks.

meanwhile, nolan stared up blankly at the countless stars above him from his spot on the balcony that was just outside his bedroom, where andressa slept peacefully on his bed heavy with his future child. despite how far he traveled, nolan could never run away from the memories of what he’d done. he was a disgrace to his empire, and to his family.

the picture of you and debbie appear in his mind. no matter how many times he tried to deny caring for the two of you: he couldn’t believe it himself. he wished things could’ve been different.

[gatorbites-imagines]

So we all agree that Kryptonians can purr right? Humans just can't hear it but what about viltrumites? They also have heightened sense right, so theoretically they should be able to hear it.

Now imagine Kryptonian!reader with the petcvincibles, like come on, they'd crave that!!!!!

I like to think they can hear it, in a strange way. Like, viltrumites have better hearing than humans I think, and if they couldn't physically hear it, then they'd feel the vibrations somehow. Like, straight up feels the soundwave vibrations. Would also notice how they become so much more calm when Kryptonian reader is at peace, cuz the readers purring acts like cat purring.

If they could hear it no problem, then they'd want to make the reader purr more and more cuz, first, it's a sign that you are pleased (with life, with them, with the situation), and two, it's like nonverbal praise right? It's a confirmation that they're doing something right and you like them.

They all fight on who gets to lay on the readers chest when he's purring cuz they all wanna just smush their face into the readers pecs (or between them) and just zone out, completely turn their brains off and just enjoy the purring like a brain massage.

Readers purring would reach all of them if they're all in the same room, but laying on his chest is just the best seat, ya know?

I like to think reader purrs to comfort them too, when they get worked up or way too murderous, then holding the vincible and purring a lil bit gets him outta that headspace, somewhat.

On another note. I've been thinking about giving the vincibles belly rubs and chin scratches all day. Sighs dreamily.

[broifoundher]

Supercorp + baby reader

A/n : I just wrote this, literally. It might change.

“I know I’m not a reporter and all, but…” Kara bit her lip trying to keep her smile from getting any bigger than it already was. “I kind of believe her.”

“If there’s one thing I learned, and through hard experience of all things…” Started Clark. “It’s to never trust what a Luthor says. Never.”

Kara’s excitement faltered slightly.

“Anyway, did you see anything when you X-rayed the room?”

“No, you?”

“No.” Admitted the man.

“See? She must be good.”

“Let’s not jump to conclusions yet Kara.” Suggested Clark with otherwise a smile on his lips.

…

“Now it’s my turn to ask for a favour.” Said Lena.

“Anything. Shoot.” Replied Kara.

“I need to get in touch with Supergirl.”

…

The wind blew lightly and two soft thud were heard from behind her.

But she wasn’t afraid, no, she was rather excited.

She rolled her chair around to face her guest.

The blonde beautiful woman was standing tall on her balcony, with her two fists on each side of her waist.

Lena could barely believe it. It actually worked.

“Supergirl.” She smiled and stood to greet the other woman who stepped into the office, her cape following her steps.

“You wanted to see me?” Said Kara in the deepest voice she could manage.

“Yeah, thank you for coming.” She said softly while Kara simply walked passed her. “Actually,” she started, reaching for a secret controller hidden underneath her desk, “if you’ll just hold on a second.”

She barely had time to say it that Kara heard a click and suddenly, the windows were sealed and she couldn’t see outside anymore, not even with her X-Ray vision.

Which obviously made her feel threatened.

“What is all this?” She asked sharply, making Lena turn around to look at her.

“Oh, I’m sorry. Those are simply my precautions, for the reason I called you here is sensitive.”

“Which would be?”

Lena was now standing next to a bookshelf in her office. One that she was pretty sure she had seen nothing off about it when she first came in with Clark.

The brunette tapped on one of the shelves before turning around to face her guest once more. This time, with a raised eyebrow and a small smirk on her face.

“This.” She answered as the bookshelf opened to a secret room. She had already began stepping into it, missing the way the blonde’s body tensed up behind her. “I know it’s cliché to be behind a bookshelf, but this is only one of them and…” She bit her lip, anxious about what would think the Super.

She was a Luthor after all, and this must seem pretty suspicious. “Anyway,” she said, bringing a small child out. “I’m really sorry, but I just didn’t know who I could trust with this.” She looked sincerely apologetic as she rocked slightly the baby in her arms.

“I’m not sure what to make of all of this.” Admitted Kara.

“What is there to make?” Answered Lena, playfully. “I’m sorry, no. Of course. I’m a Luthor and you, a Super. And I just trapped you in a room where no one can enter or eavesdrop on us. That is, indeed, a very suspicious thing.”

“Yes…”

“Please, take a seat.”

“I’m fine here.”

“Alright…”

“Waa!” Protested the baby. Making grabby hands for Kara.

“Ah. Um, I’m sorry, but would you mind holding her for a moment?”

Kara looked between the baby and the woman who was holding it.

“I-uh…” She cleared her throat and straightened her posture. “If I must.” She, again, said in the deepest voice she could manage. She tried really hard not to react to the clear happiness showing in Lena’s eyes.

The child reached for one of the blonde’s strand of curled hair and pulled.

“Ah! Rao! That hurt!” She yelled in surprise in a not so deep voice that she was sure her cover was probably blown. But then it hit her. “It… hurts…” she blinked the small tears in her eyes and looked down at the child. “[Hey little one, are you from Krypton?]” She asked in Kryptonese.

And when the child’s face lightened up at her words, she thought she could almost cry.

But then she remembered where she was. And despite the softness she had just felt, she suddenly felt cold. This could all just be a ruse to get to her.

But as she looked at the woman in front of her, she couldn’t see a single hint of mischief.

No, the otherwise young and unapproachable looking CEO was looking more like a normal person. No, like the kindest person Kara could ever meet, and that meant something considering she knew Eliza.

While Lena stared tenderly at the child who was playing with Kara’s locks, the latter found herself staring at Lena.

“So beautiful…” She mumbled.

“Hm?” Wondered Lena as she looked up at her, a true and honest smile still on her lips.

She really was a pretty woman.

At Kara’s hesitation to answer, Lena thought it was finally time to explain herself.

[wordsofwhimsy]

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【Ａ/Ｎ】⦂ Thank you beautifulpersonsblog for the request! I’m not sure what type of personality you had in mind for the Kryptonian reader so I just ran with it. I hope you enjoy!

【ＰＡＩＲＩＮＧ】⦂ Sinister!Mark Grayson x Kryptonian!Reader

【ＷＡＲＮＩＮＧＳ】⦂ Violence, oppression

【ＩＮＳＰＩＲＡＴＩＯＮ】⦂ “My Piece” by Miguel

【ＳＹＮＯＰＳＩＳ】⦂ In Sinister Mark’s universe there is a Kryptonian who, for whatever reason, has taken up the mantel of being his partner in crime. The atrocities they commit together are unthinkable, and more than that—unstoppable.

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The night was quiet. The city below sprawled with lights and sporadic dots of burning fires as it trembled under the weight of tyranny. From your view on the balcony of Mark’s high-rise fortress, the world seemed so small. So fragile. The moon hung low in the sky, bathing everything in a silver glow. But to Mark, the world wasn’t bathed in light. It was bathed in control. And the woman standing next to him, gazing out at the city with silent intensity, was his greatest weapon.

“You look beautiful tonight,” Mark's voice broke the silence, though it wasn’t a compliment—it was simply an observation. He wasn’t one for pleasantries. His tone was firm, devoid of any tenderness, the way he always spoke. You were his ally, his tool—his lover? Of course. He’d be a fool not to make use of a body that sumptuous. The warmth though that typically existed between lovers was absent, replaced instead by a cold sense of purpose and obsession.

Your Kryptonian features caught the moonlight perfectly—sharp, angular, striking. A goddess among mortals, and Mark revealed in the idea of his possession of you. You were strength, beauty, grace—but above all a weapon to be unleashed on his command.

You turned to face him, your eyes narrowing slightly, not at the compliment, but at the context. You knew him well enough by now to understand his twisted nature. The way he operated.

"You don't need to flatter me, Mark," you said, voice low with a raw edge. The arrogance in your tone matched his. "If you need me to make a move, just say it."

He nodded, an almost imperceptible smirk pulling at his lips. "You’re such a good girl…”

Mark took a step toward you, eyes calculating, never once betraying any emotion that wasn't necessary. "I need you to do something for me. There’s a resistance—weak, disorganized, but disrespectful to my rule, quite frankly. I want them broken."

Your lips curled into a subtle smile. "You know exactly what I want," he continued, a lustrous tone to his words. "I want them to see what happens when they oppose us. I want them terrified."

You stepped closer, your eyes locking with his. There was a moment of silent understanding between you two—a recognition of power and mutual respect. Mark wasn't the type to get close to anyone, but with you, he was different. Not in a sentimental way, but in the way that a king might view his queen. Necessary. Useful. As beautiful and dangerous as a blade.

"You have no idea how good it feels to be used," you whispered, your voice dripping with dark satisfaction. "To be part of something… greater."

Mark’s lips twitched upward, not into a smile, but into something far darker. "Then make them see. Make them fear you. They won’t know what hit them."

The moment suddenly became charged with an intensity that neither of you could ignore. The calculated coldness that normally hung between you both evaporated, replaced by something far more primal. There was no longer a leader and a tool, no longer a ruler and his weapon. In this moment, it was just the two of you, standing at the edge of destruction, and something dangerous stirring in the night.

You could see the way his chest rose and fell, the slight clench of his jaw, the hunger behind his cold eyes. Without warning you closed the space between you, reaching up to rest your hand on the stony contours of his chest. For a brief moment Mark tensed, as if anticipating the risk of what might come next. But then you pulled him in, lips crashing together with an intensity that felt like it could level everything in its path. The kiss was fierce, hungry—nothing gentle about it. His hand gripped the back of your neck, pulling you closer, as if to ensure that no distance would remain between you.

You responded in kind, your body pressing into his as the kiss deepened. There was no softness, no warmth. Just raw, unrestrained power. The way his lips moved against yours was deliberate, controlled, as if every kiss was an extension of his will. You matched it, your hands gripping his hair, tugging him closer, as if you, too, wanted to assert your dominance.

Mark growled low in his throat, the sound vibrating through his chest, and it only spurred you on. You pulled away just enough to look at him—his eyes dark, filled with a mix of control and something darker, more primal. "This is what power feels like," you whispered, your breath coming in shallow bursts, your body trembling under the weight of the moment.

He didn’t respond right away, but his fingers traced the curve of your jaw, his touch cold. "I don’t need to feel power," he said, voice low and dangerous, his gaze never leaving yours. "I am power."

And before you could respond his lips were on yours again, this time even more urgent, the world around you fading to nothing as you both drowned in the fire of your shared ambition.

It wasn’t just a kiss. It was an assertion. A claim. And in that single, heated moment, everything that stood between you—every rule, every limit—was torn away. But sooner than either of you would have liked, the moment came to an end. Your lips pulled from his as he eyed the sheen of saliva now coating your mouth. It stirred an arousal deep in the pit of his abdomen.

A dark glint flickered in your eyes. "Leave them to me. I'll make sure they understand who’s in charge."

Mark gave a slight tilt of his head, acknowledging the agreement. As you moved to leave, he spoke again, his voice soft but cutting, the kind of tone that commanded loyalty without question. "Remember you’re not just here for show. You’re here because you're better than them. Use that."

With a single look, you walked past him, the heels of your boots clicking sharply against the floor as you left the room, each step bring you closer to the chaos you would soon unleash.

Mark watched you leave, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. You would do the work, ugly and bloody, and in return he would give you the dominion over this world that you both craved.

This resistance would be nothing but a footnote in the history you would write together.

Later that night...

The city streets were littered with mayhem. The resistance members who had dared to stand up against Mark’s rule were scattered, their hopes shattered. The few who remained struggled to hold on to the last threads of rebellion. But there was no escaping the inevitable.

You hovered above them, your Kryptonian presence an overwhelming symbol of strength that left those who witnessed it breathless and awestruck. The few brave souls who had gathered to oppose Mark’s empire looked up in terror as you descended, the night sky darkening around you like an omen. They could see it—your absolute dominance, and they knew in an instance that resistance would be futile.

With a flick of your wrist you sent them flying, their bodies crashing against walls, into cars, and across streets. The screams of the helpless echoed in the distance, but you didn’t care. You never did. Thia rebellion would break just like the rest had—through force, through fear.

Mark watched with satisfaction from his perch atop their fortress. His fingers tightened around the railing, a cold smirk crossing his face as you obliterated their last hope of standing tall. You were the storm he released from the sky, all encompassing in your oppression. The sight excited him in ways he could hardly contain.

And when you returned to him, stood beside him once again, the pleasured sensation thudding in his chest and coiling in his stomach was almost euphoric.

Mark turned to you, struggling to control how much feeling he convey on his face, but the truth was self-evident. In this twisted relationship, you were indispensable. The storm was yours to create, but only he could control it.

Together, the world would fall. And it would fall to you.

 “That was impressive,” he said, his voice almost reverent. “You didn’t just defeat them. You absolutely annihilated them. Such a beautiful thing you watch you show them that no one—and I do mean no one—stands a chance when we’re in control.”

You both couldn’t help but to relish in the feeling of triumph. You had crushed the resistance, obliterated anyone who dared to oppose Mark’s will. And Mark wasn’t just pleased; he was exhilarated. His eyes were fixed on you, a dark gleam in them that wasn’t just admiration but unsuppressed hunger.

He took a step toward you, his posture commanding. “You really did break them,” he said, his voice low, thick with satisfaction. “I knew you were strong, but this—seeing you unleash that power... this is exactly why I chose you.”

Your chest swelled with pride at his words. He didn’t just view you as a weapon in his arsenal. In this moment, he saw you as something more. A force to be reckoned with, equal to him in every way. You could feel the weight of his gaze on you, not with cold calculation but appreciation.

“I told you,” you murmured, your voice rich with confidence as you stepped closer. “I’ve always known what I’m capable of. I just had to make you see it too”

The space between you closed as Mark reached out, his hand brushing your cheek, the gesture almost tender but there still being a lingering notion of power behind it. A claim. A promise. “You make me so proud,” he nearly purred. “You’ve earned this. You’ve earned everything.”

His words were like fire, lighting something inside you. The look in his eyes—the raw hunger, the respect, the shared ambition—pulled you in. Without another word you crushed your lips to his, your hands threading into his hair, pulling him closer. The kiss was explosive—ferocious, full of raw desire and ecstasy.

Mark responded instantly, his hands roaming over your back, pulling you closer as if to make sure there was no air left between your bodies. His kiss was intense, possessive, but there was a deeper current to it—a viscousness that suggested he needed to remind you he was still in charge of if all—that included you.

You broke the kiss, breathing unaffected as you looked up at him with a rush of adrenaline. His eyes were dark, glowing.

“You were perfect,” he said, voice thick with desire. “You’re perfect. We’re unstoppable.”

 “We are unstoppable,” you replied, your lips pulling into a wicked smile. “And I don’t plan on stopping anytime soon.”

He didn’t hesitate. Mark pulled you back into him, kissing you again, this time even deeper as his hands exploring your body, claiming it as his. There was no need for words now—only actions. Your fingers roamed over his chest, feeling the strength beneath the fabric, the undeniable power that had brought you both to this point.

Mark’s hands slid down your sides, lifting you effortlessly as if you were weightless, and before you could fully process he had you pressed against the nearest wall, his lips never leaving yours. The kiss was all-encompassing, a physical manifestation of the control and dominance you both now shared. There was no hesitation in his touch, no doubt in his mind. He claimed you just as he had claimed the world—completely.

The kiss broke only for a moment, both of you seemingly starved for the others touch as your bodies still pressed together. “You are mine,” he said softly, the words a dark promise, a declaration.

“And you mine,” you replied, your voice full of equal certainty as your nails dragged down his chest before pulling him in for another kiss as if to seal the agreement between you.

The world outside, the people you had crushed underfoot—none of it mattered now. It was just the two of you, reveling in the power you had claimed, the empire you’d built together. This was only the beginning, and you both knew that nothing would stand in your way.

[am-i-obsessed---maybe]

I Like You (Tim Drake x FTM Kryptonian!Reader

A sweet Tim Drake x FTM Kryptonian!Reader

I did a little (too much) research into the Kryptonian language because I thought it would be cool. The translation is alway in parentheses next to the Kryptonian.

Word count: 3k

Summary: Y/N Lor-Em is a child of Krypton just Like Kal-El and Kara Zor-El, except Y/N isn’t from the house of El. He’s the only child of a low ranking scientist who gave up everything to make sure his child had a future away from their doomed planet. In the future his father worked so hard to give him Y/N met Timothy Drake and finally learned to appreciate their new home on Earth.

The destruction of Krypton was a tragedy that few lived to mourn. Following the destruction of the planet three children were sent away and survived their journey to earth. The house of El sent a son and a daughter. Kal-El and Kara Zor-El. We already know their stories, but they were not the only ones to escape the destruction of Krypton.

Y/N Lor-Em was the child of a small, little known family. The house of Em, a family of scientists and lab technicians. When Lor-Em heard that the famed Jor-El warned of the destruction of Krypton He did everything He could to procure a stasis pod to send his little girl away. To allow her a future, and so the young 12 year old Y/N Lor-Em was put into a pod and sent out with Kal-El and Kara Zor-El to the planet Earth. Unfortunately the universe had other plans for Y/N and the force of the explosion forced the child’s pod off course. For years the pod flew through space but eventually it found it’s way and crash landed in a small town in New Jersey.

Y/N Lor-Em arrived on earth, confused and scared. Unable to understand the language people spoke on this new planet but there was one thing that they did understand. The other Kryptonians were on Earth because again and again Y/N saw the crest of the house of El.

Five Years Later

Y/N Lor-Em (now simply known by his peers as Y/N) has come a long way since landing on Earth. You realized that you prefer to be identified as a boy. And decided to go simply by your name, Y/N on earth. You had no one to take you in. No one to teach you so you lived on the street and met many other kids like yourself. People born in the wrong body, that became your new family and taught you everything you know about earth. Slowly you learned to speak English and learned from older teens how to survive on the street. You took apart your pod and took the parts you could use to a home you were making yourself. You stole occasionally and used the powers Kryptonians get from Earth’s yellow sun to protect yourself and his friends from anyone stopping you from taking what you needed to survive. Eventually you set up and moved into an abandoned apartment in Gotham City. You learned very little about the other Kryptonians on earth. The one he knew as Kal-El, the Earth knew as Superman. He spent his days saving the world and his city of Metropolis. Occasionally you heard about what Kara Zor-El was up to but very quickly you decided that you wanted nothing to do with the Els. You preferred kept to yourself and your few friends in the world you made for yourself. Until one day when you came back to the apartment you heard people inside.

“How the hell did so much Kryptonian tech get here?” Asked the voice of what could only be a teenage boy. Maybe 17 or 18.

“I have no idea but we need to tell Clark about this. Either someone is stealing Kryptonian technology or someone learned to make it. Either way this is bad news” A different, much lower and older voice said but there was something else to it. It sounded like it was being transmitted, which was confirmed when you looked inside with your x-ray vision and saw only one boy in your home. You floated above the ground so as to not make a sound and as the boy spoke.

“I’ll take some of this stuff back, there are a few crystals here and if they’re anything like the ones he has they can help us figure out what this is” Said the boy and you opened the door, eyes glowing red.

“You won’t be doing anything” You said.

The boy jumped and took a fighting stance with a bo staff. He had short black hair and wore a red costume with wings.

“Who are you? What are you doing in my home?” You questioned, eyes red but not using your heat vision yet. You would give the stranger a chance to explain himself. The boy inspected you and you flew up to him, staring him down.

“You’re Kryptonian” He said and your eyes went back to their E/C color.

“Yes.” You told him, still floating over the boy.

“Red Robin, are you there? I’ve called Clark. Come back with whatever you find” The deep voice said from the transmitter in the boy’s ear and you used your super speed to grab it and break it in your hand.

“You will not take anything.” You said and dropped the broken ear piece in front of him. The boy put his hands up and took a step back.

“Hey- It’s okay. I’m not going to hurt you. I didn’t know this was your home” He said and you scowled.

“You can’t hurt me even if you tried.” You told him and he nodded.

“You’re right, I can’t. But I can help you. I have a friend he’s like you-” You cut him off before he continued.

“No one is like me!” You yelled and you saw the boy flinch.

“Listen, I’m sorry for breaking into your home but I can help you. I know Superman and he can teach you how to fit in here on earth” He tried to convince you and you floated down to the ground. This boy wasn’t a threat.

“I don’t need Kal-El’s help. My father sent me with everything I need. Besides what does he know about Krypton, he was sent away as a baby while I was sent away as a child” You told the boy who’d eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“Wait, so you know Superman… And are older than him?” He asked and you simply stated.

“Yes. I was born 11 years before him. Not that it’s any of your business” You told him and the boy pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Listen, I’m very confused right now so if you’d just come with me we can discuss it. I’m sure Superman can at least help find you a nicer place to stay than this” He said, pointing to the abandoned apartment with clothes and tech spread around.

You glared at him. But you couldn’t hear any maliciousness in his voice and even though you didn’t want to associate with the Els, you didn’t particularly love living on the street.

“Fine.” You finally agreed and the boy smiled, holding out his hand.

“Great! I’m Red Robin by the way” He said but you didn’t take his hand. Instead you allowed your face to become neutral once again.

“I’m Lor-Em but you can call me Y/N”

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When Bruce called Clark about a huge stockpile of Kryptonian technology he made whatever excuses he needed to be able to get to Gotham as soon as he could. But when Bruce said that Tim found another Kryptonian he didn’t believe it.

“I told you Bruce only mine and Kara’s pods made it to earth. I don’t know how many others were launched but they never made it off the planet” He said as Batman typed away at his computer.

“Rrup nahn jolum Kal-El. Rrup non kir kav dhedh khahp skilor rrup. Vadhah rrup skulir kuva vot iovis ughozh.” (You are wrong Kal-El. You were smaller last time I saw you. Also you look stupid with that suit.) You told the man of steel as Red Robin led you to him and Batman. He looked at you very confused and your face fell back into a scowl.

“You don’t speak Kryptahniuo” (Kryptonian) You said and Red Robin tried to lightly glare at you for the judgment in your voice.

“Not very well no. Now who are you and how do you know that language and my name?” He questioned and you crossed your arms.

“My name is Lor-Em. My father worked with yours so when Jor-El predicted the destruction of Krypton my father gave up everything he had to procure a stasis pod in which he sent me to earth.” You explained and Red Robin looked at you curiously.

“Also he’s apparently 11 years older than you” The boy added and Superman looked at you in confusion.

“The little that still worked in my pod after I crashed said I was blown off course. I landed five years ago” You said and you could see the gears turning in Superman’s head.

“I don’t need your help whether you believe me or not. I’m only here because he practically begged me” You said, pointing to Red Robin and he turned to you.

“You had crystals in your apartment, maybe those hold records?” He asked and you shook your head.

“Only two haven’t broken. They don’t hold anything important.” You lied and it worked.

That night you sat on the rooftop of Wayne manor looking at the sky thinking back to when your father, the original Lor-Em, would take you stargazing on Krypton. The sky was completely different with different stars and planets dotting the sky. Earth's moon was bigger than Krypton’s and you enjoyed seeing it’s changing phases in the sky.

“I thought you went back to your apartment” A voice said behind you and out of instinct you turned around and held up your fists at the owner of the voice.

It was Red Robin, except he was in normal clothes and wearing a pair of sunglasses.

“Batman allowed me to stay for dinner” You said and sat back down, looking at the sky.

“I’m sorry about all of this. I know it must be hard” He said and sat down next to you.

“It’s fine. I’ve been through worse” you told him and he smiled.

“You have nice eyes. They look beautiful in the moonlight” He said and you turned to him, confused.

“Why are you here Robin?” You questioned and he removed his glasses.

“Tim.” He told you before actually answering your question.

“And I thought you shouldn’t be alone right now” He said and you looked down at the legs you were swinging over the edge of the roof.

“It’s gotten easier over the years but every time I look at the night sky I’m reminded that this isn’t Krypton” You told him and he stayed quiet as you spoke.

“I’ve learned so much on earth. Hell I learned I was a boy here." You mused and Tim looked at you confused. You chuckled.

"I wasn't- I mean I was but..." You trailed off. Instead of talking you pulled a crystal that you kept on a string around your neck. Tim watched carefully as the crystal projected a night sky over the dark expanse of the night sky. You put the crystal on the roof and took a step back to look at the full hologram it projected.

"pahskil khahp Y/N Lor-Em" (Show me Y/N Lor-Em) You said and the projection showed a young you, with long flowing hair and a green dress over a black bodysuit. You smiled at the traditional Kryptonian outfit.

"On Krypton girls have three names instead of two, their name as well as their father's name. My name is Y/N and my father's name was Lor-Em" You explained and Tim nodded.

"I appreciate my time here but I’m not like Kal. I can never see this as my home because I remember too much of Krypton. It’ll always be there in my mind” You confessed and held your head in your hands.

"And you took his name when you transitioned?" He asked and you nodded.

"When I first landed a group of kids found me and took me in. They were a few years older than me and most of them were either kicked out or ran away from home because it wasn't safe for them to be themselves. They're the ones that taught me English and helped me understand myself" You shared, your voice held so much love in it and Tim smiled. You were mostly hostile in the short time he'd known you and he liked this side of you. That's when you took the crystal back and put it around your neck and sat back down with Tim joining you.

“And I miss it so much” You said, choking back a sob and Tim put his hand around you protectively.

“I know that leaving your home behind is hard. When my parents died and Bruce took me in I didn’t wanna let myself move on and call this my new home but, Earth doesn’t have to replace your old home. It doesn’t have to replace your home planet but it can be your new home. And you can find new family and friends here that will love you without replacing your family on Krypton” He said and you looked at him. Could you find a new place for yourself without replacing your home planet.

“And your place doesn’t have to be with Clark, I’m sure Bruce will let you stay here if you want” He continued and you hugged him.

“Thank you Tim. Nahkluv” (thank you) You told him and he held you for a bit longer than just a friendly hug but you didn’t pull away.

-

You in fact didn’t stay at Wayne manor. Instead (after a lot of badgering from Tim who you’ve grown very close to), Bruce helped set you up in a small apartment in the city and fake documents to help you live a normal life. Your new name was Y/N L/N, an emancipated 17 year old with up to date vaccination records and legal documents. So you did what any teenager your age does, you got a job at a coffee shop. Tim told you about how important a secret identity is even if you aren’t a superhero, so you practiced introductions and your backstory, Tim even made you promise not to use your powers in public.

He was incredibly eager to help you fit in. You two spent hours going through scenarios and just getting to know each other. You met his friend Kon-El also known as Connor Kent who was half Kryptonian and you told him about your home planet. One of these times you and Tim sat in your apartment, he helped you furnish it so it was comfortable and had little reminders of home. There were space posters all over the place and you had a blanket with your family crest in your living room.

Over the months that you’d known Tim you would spend increasingly more time in your apartment, both because you were uncomfortable in the manor and because Tim appreciated the privacy from his family.

“Wait I didn’t get it, how do you say superhero in Kryptonian?” Tim asked during one of his visits. He started asking you how to say all kinds of words in Kryptonian after you told him you still struggled with English and you found it adorable.

“Zy-gai” You told him again, breaking the word into it’s syllables.

“Zy-gai” He repeated (though his pronunciation was a bit off) and you giggled.

“Close enough” You told him and you both laughed.

“Rrup nahn i zygai” (You are my hero) He said and you felt your face flush, your hands immediately flew to your face to cover it. Tim laughed.

“You ass” You mumbled and he leaned in, pulling your hands away from your face.

“Was my pronunciation that wrong?” He asked and you looked at him and started laughing with him.

“No, no it wasn’t bad” You told him.

“You know it’s true. I’ve never met someone like you Y/N, you’re a hero, cape or not” He said and you curled into yourself in embarrassment at his words.

“Thank you Tim” You told him and he smiled sheepishly.

You didn’t mean to eavesdrop, you really didn’t do it on purpose but you had super hearing and you really couldn’t help but hear not only what Tim said but also what the one who called him said.

“It’s nothing, really- I mean it’s the truth! Cause I’d never lie about that kind of thing-” He started blabbering until his phone rang and he used the excuse to back up.

“I have to take this” He said, putting his hand on the microphone side and walked to a corner.

“So, how’s the date going Timmy?” A voice you had learned to recognize as Tim’s older Brother Dick said and you felt your cheeks brighten again.

“It’s not a date” Your friend grumbled into the phone and you were relieved but also, somewhat disappointed. You realized you had a teeny tiny crush on Tim when he helped you build the furniture you bought for your apartment and while you were glad you didn’t confuse your relationship with him by accident, well…

“Whatever you say Timmy. We all know you’ve got a thing for Kryptonians with identity issue” Dick teased and you heard Tim’s heart race. Was that really his type? And did you have identity issues?

“Kon is half Kryptonian- And what the hell do you want Dick?” Tim asked and this time you focused on the older boy’s response.

“You may want to stay with Y/N tonight. Bruce brought another kid home and this one claims he’s Bruce’s… He’s also a league trained brat” Dick said and you looked at Tim worriedly.

“Right, um, okay. Thanks for the heads up” Tim said and hung up as he walked back to you.

You hurried to look busy but that didn’t fool him.

“You heard all of that didn’t you?” He questioned and you smiled, guilt written all over you.

“No…”

“You’re a terrible liar” Tim said and you very lightly smacked his arm, careful not to use your super strength.

“Only when you’re around” You said without thinking and Tim looked at you, surprised.

“So… Dick said I should stay the night. I can sleep on the couch if you’re okay with it” He said, stuttering over his words and you were all too quick to answer.

“Of course!”

The two of you fell into an awkward silence and you had no idea how to move on so you just asked what was on your mind.

“So, you have a thing for Kryptonians?” You asked, there wasn’t even a hint of judgment in your voice and you smiled as Tim’s face became flushed.

“I mean, Kon- I had a bit of a crush on him” Tim confessed and you couldn’t hold back the next thing that came out of your mouth.

“And me?”

You clapped your hands over your mouth as soon as you heard what you said.

“I’m sorry- I- you don’t have to answer that-" Tim started to lean towards you,

"actually please don’t answer!” Until he heard you say that.

He stopped the second you said please don’t and immediately straightened.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean- I mean after what you said I thought- Never mind. I’ll um, I’ll see if I can stay at another friend’s place tonight. I’m sorry I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable” He said but you stopped him from getting up.

“No, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have asked, I don’t know what came over me” You said and he sat back down and wrapped his hands around yours.

“No- you didn’t- it’s not your fault” He said and scooted over to sit closer to you.

…

“Can I kiss you?” He asked and your eyes widened but you nodded and he leaned in and gently placed a kiss on your lips.

“Khahp zhao rrup Y/N” He said when your lips parted as he leaned his forehead against yours.

“Lor-Em” You said softly and his eyes showed some confusion as you continued.

“In Kryptahniuo my name is Lor-Em” You said and leaned in to connect your lips to his again. “And I like you too Tim”

[invincibledc]

“Question, what do you love your super for?”

TT!Robin: I love my super because of how he’s always there for me.

TTG!Robin: I love my super because he’s the best boyfriend I have!

YJ!Robin: I love my super for his determination to save others.

Injustice!Dick: I loved my husband, and always will for his kind soul.

The robins look at Nightwing concerned.

“You sound like he died—”

“He did.”

The robins:

[butwhyduh]

some fluffy supersis!reader x dami?

“You know I can see through this if I wanted,” you teased as Damian tied the fabric over your eyes. He chuckled.

“Nope. It’s lead lined,” he replied. You tried to look only to see nothing.

“Wow. You are trying to keep it secret.”

Damian grabbed your hand with one hand while his other held your other shoulder as he guided you. You grinned and held your hands out to catch yourself if needed.

“Where are we going?” You asked as he guided you up stairs. Damian laughed softly next up your ear.

“Have a little patience. Almost there. Last step,” he answered. Damian stopped you and turned your shoulders toward some location. You held his hand in both of yours.

“Now?” You asked. He laughed again.

“Almost,” he teased before kissing your cheek. You smiled. “Now,” Damian finally said while unwrapping the fabric over your eyes. You saw a fluttering out the window but more importantly say a pair of puppies on the floor. Cute little brown floofs that were wrestling on the rug.

“Aww,” you said moving to pet them both. They jumped around and you ducked your hand before one nibbled on it. “Don’t break your tooth!”

Damian bent down to pet one behind the ear. “I talked to Clark and he said you can have a puppy.”

“Really? But you got 2.”

“Yeah, they came in a pair. I’ll keep one if Clark says no to two,” Damian said as he sat on the floor. The puppies jumped over his lanky legs.

“So we’ll have puppies? Are they gonna share custody? Spend some time at mom’s and other at dad’s?” You teased. He rolled his eyes but his body language was still happy.

“We could. We could. I mean, in just a few months I’m going to move out into my own place,” Damian replied and you turned to look at him.

“Really? How long have you been planning this? Where are you going?”

“Just an apartment downtown. I’ll be 18, you know,” he answered scratching behind the ear of one puppy. The other roughly chewed on a rope toy you held. Damian looked down at the dog and avoided eye contact. “And I was wondering if you wanted to move with me.”

“Oh. Oh wow. Really?” You said looking at him. He shrugged and nodded without looking up. “Dami, are you asking to move in with you?”

“Well… yes,” he muttered. It was cute when he was shy with emotions.

“Absolutely. Wait, what does your dad think about me moving into Gotham, though?” You asked.

“I can move to metropolis? There’s a good university for you to go to there,” he suggested. “Close to your family. Far from mine. Both great.”

You set the puppy down and you practically pounced on Damian in a hug. He almost fell over at your strength. “You’d move Robin to metropolis for me?? We’ll look into everything in both cities. You’re so sweet,” you said kissing his cheek and lips quickly and this time he fell back.

“Don’t smother me!” He gasped out and you laughed.

“I’m gonna double smother you!” You kissed all over his face and feeling that it was play time, the dogs jumped all over you both too.

“What is going on in here?” Tim said walking in the room. “Ew. Don’t make me get a spray bottle on you. This is a communal space. I don’t want to see all this��. Teenage hormones.”

Damian threw the rope toy at Tim as he left with a drawn middle finger.

“We should get something with a balcony or skylight. I always wanted a jacuzzi,” you said and Damian rolled his eyes with a smile as you started planning places. “A housekeeper would be nice. I always break plates when I wash them…”

[fandomnerd9602]

Absolutely

Elizabeth Luthor x Kryptonian!Reader

Request by @deafeningsharkslimeempath

Letting go of the past was never easy for you or for the woman you loved Elizabeth ‘Lizzie’ Luthor. You were Clark’s other cousin, a Kryptonian rocketed to Earth as a fierce warrior. The press dubbed you Absolute Superman. You were more focused on taking down the bad guys but Clark, Lois and Kara helped you to calm the anger and wrath within you.

Elizabeth Luthor never saw herself falling in love with a Kryptonian. And then she met you. She met your human persona when you went out for coffee one day. The two of you just seemed to click. The next day, she met your Superman persona when you saved the train she was on.

In truth, the Luthors always had an odd connection to the Kents. But love blossomed between you and her. You found the Lois to your Clark.

Your second cousins Jonathan and Jordan give you a hard time. A little ribbing every now and then but you love them. The three of you are able to train each other as Lizzie talks with Lois on the porch. Honestly being with you and the Kents helped Lizzie find the family unit that she was missing.

And then came trouble. You were playing a round of football with Clark and the boys. Lizzie was talking a little worriedly with Lois, normally you could easily tell what Lizzie was worried about but you wanted to respect her boundaries.

So trouble landed, that trouble known as the future in law, Lex Luthor. He landed outside the Kent farm as you and Elizabeth were having time with the rest of the family. Lex was clad in a green and purple armored suit. The visor came down revealing his face.

“After all this time,” he said thru gritted teeth. “All of you together on one location”

Lizzie didn’t even recognize her father at first. You stood in front of Lizzie and tried your best to guard her.

“Lex,” you stated, gesturing for Clark to stand down as well. “Please don’t do this. Not here. Not now.”

Lizzie was dumbstruck, “L-Lex? D-Dad?!”

“Elizabeth?” Lex was equally shocked. He tried to walk to her but she backtracked away from him. “What…why?”

“She’s my girlfriend,” you explained, your hands beginning to radiate solar energy only for Lizzie to put a hand on your bicep to calm you down.

“You framed me!!” Lex screamed at Clark who came up beside you “made my daughter cut me off”

“No I chose that, Father!” Lizzie shouted back. “It wasn’t your arrest that drove me away. It was finding out what kind of man you were”

Lex’s face just dropped as that realization hit him hard. It wasn’t Clark or Lois or you that drove Lizzie away from him, it was just him.

Tears began streaming down Elizabeth’s face as her voice became louder and clearer, “and I will not subject my baby to the likes of you!”

“What?!” Lex shouted.

“What?” You found yourself shocked for once in your life. Your Lizzie just took one of your hands and placed it over her flat stomach. You could feel an overwhelming sense of joy overtake you.

“I-I just found out three days ago” Lizzie admits with a little smile.

“Oh Liz” you found yourself whispering as you wrapped an arm around her and held her tenderly to your chest.

You turned to Clark and then to Lex, “please Lex, for the sake of your grandchild, just leave. Please.”

Lex looked one last time at Elizabeth. His heart shattered. It finally clicked in his head. It wasn’t the crime that he was framed for that shattered his relationship with his daughter, it was everything else.

The man was broken, to the core. So he powered up his suit and flew away.

You turned to Clark who clapped you on the back, “I’m amazed by you. You were the one who used to only care about stopping the bad guys.”

“Well what can I say?” You nuzzle your girlfriend, “this one helped me to change for the better”

Elizabeth Luthor kisses you softly as you all head inside to begin planning out the next few months of pregnancy and the rest of your life as parents.

[hattersrabbit]

GOODNESS INCARNATE

yandere avengers x kryptonian! reader | sfw

CW! male reader, can be seen as either platonic or romantic, toxic behavior, overprotective avengers, obsessive behavior, golden retriever! reader, ambiguous ending

Summary! at some point something fell from earth and crashed into earth. A new hero rises up in the city of Metropolis and catches the eye of Earth’s Mightiest Defenders, and it ends up getting a bit too far.

Part 2

don’t ask about the timeline or anything call it an au where endgame doesn’t happen :D

Somewhere in Kansas a space shuttle fell to earth. It was never found, but the couple said to be incapable of having children had a child, and a dog too.

A child that was above from normal. That being you. An alien from the planet Krypton that had died. You and your dog, Krypto being the only one of your kind.

The last surviving Kryptonians.

Your new parents were a joy to have. You loved them and they raised you very protectively, and in return you cared for them.

With your strength, and Krypto you helped save your city Metropolis for the first time. The massive billionaire Lex Luthor caused massive damage and almost killed a bunch of people if not for you.

Dressed in blue and red you were a symbol of hope. The S across your chest being a family crest. One of the last of your parents own existence.

The people loved you, and you find the world was interested in you. A hero that came out of nowhere.

And certainly you were loved. Nick Fury couldn’t deny the need to get you on the team of train wrecks.

In fact, it could all be seen all the way to a Spider Boy who could only look at the footage in awe. The hero was someone who Peter Parker aimed to be.

Beside him was Wanda, the Scarlet Witch who looked on with awe in her eyes as well. As a woman who’s gone after bad thing after bad thing she couldn’t help but want goodness.

You were goodness. She could feel it, even if it was through a video.

Tony was apprehensive but even so he never seen someone so good. It was like you never faced horror ever. Your kindness and not a hint of showing off, or playing around while fighting.

Determination.

Captain America; Steve Rogers saw himself in you. Goodness that he could never achieve. One that smiled despite it all, while somberness swallowed him into a boastful mouth.

Bucky would have to agree. He was smiling once back then, and you were literal sunshine. A smile on those lips with such natural strength, and treating civilians with such kindness.

Thor found you adorable, and could feel that you were worthy of his hammer. Even through videos of you he felt like you were worthy. Absolutely beautiful he also thought. What man could fly through the air so gracefully like that. Without a care, and just as quick.

Natasha and Clint admired you. Albeit maybe it was a sense of something they never got. A man who hadn’t ever killed in his life, and was smiling. A sense of light they never got, and there you were.

Sunshine for them to bask themselves in.

Bruce felt wary but you were strong. No anger seemed to be in your body. Surely yes you seemed angry at Lex Luthor but that was for obvious reasons. You weren’t always angry like him. Angry only when necessary, unlike him.

Control of yourself is what you had.

A semblance of this world is that it was corrupt. A source of true good like you, and while you weren’t of them you believed in good.

Good in human beings.

The avengers knew better.

So when you’re recruited they aimed to make sure you’d ease into that reality. When offered the chance you jumped at it.

Imagine the surprise when Krypto arrived by your side. The avengers were no less taken aback and flustered.

You smiled big and wide. Nothing to hide and kind to them all.

Unbeknownst to you the immediate thought of you changed. A being that was good and needed to be protected. This group had been through terrible things, and it brought them down.

Made them turn darker.

Wanda knew that better than anyone.

Bucky hated himself for it.

Peter remembered the days when people knew of him, and how in those last moments back then he almost committed true murder.

They hid it well.

Steve would greet you with open arms and a welcoming smile, “Welcome to the team!” He would pat you on the shoulder. He would blink when it felt like metal.

You would laugh brightly, and saying a lot of people said that. Although it wasn’t like you were gonna say you were an alien. Not yet anyway.

They would find out anyway. Thanking Wanda for that, for she read your mind.

Imagine the wonder Peter had when he talked to you. Over the years now that he was Spider-Man he had lost his once happy attitude in being a hero.

You a little older than him was still hopeful, and hadn’t started as a teenager. You were hopeful and Peter couldn’t help but admire you. That smile; the one he lost and you still had it.

You can’t blame him when he stole one of your notebooks. The pages had tons of notes of your perceived faults and self-hatred. Don’t blame him when he shows Steve and Tony.

Don’t mind the confusion when the entire team is praising you more than usual. Any time you lift something instead of the Hulk Bruce smiles. His anger dismissed and he’s praising you despite his shy nature.

Don’t be surprised when you get hurt and spit blood that you get tested by the scientist. Tony even going as far as tweaking your suit to make sure you’re more protected. It was sweet, but useless venture to say you didn’t need it.

Of course you needed it. You were young, and even had fewer experience than Peter. You had no idea what you were talking about. Bruce and Tony were older.

They knew better, and told you that.

Naively, you shrugged it off. Krypto would only tilt his head at the them, and albeit he became much more close to you.

Wanda didn’t seem to like the change.

Once or twice Krypto would stare at her. ‘Try it.’ The dog was protective and a nuisance. He could feel the darkness. The woman was more susceptible to the darkness. The obsession of getting you to herself.

The others so far, Bruce and Tony already got hands on you when you got injured. Although never really seemed to look into your mind. What if you got brain damage?

She could fix it. Her magic would change it from affecting you. Peter had too much time with you. She was more your age, so you should be with her.

In a way you reminded her of Vision. Kind and understanding. Normalcy that she begged for and clung to.

Maybe she could change the dog but you would notice. It would make you sad, and she didn’t want that. Surely she was wanting you to herself, but your happiness also mattered.

She would be careful.

Get Krypto’s trust was her plan.

The two who have killed before were floored with the kindness. With the protectiveness you gave them.

In act of almost being killed you rang over them with your huge size and protecting them in the blast. Your scream of pain was loud in their ears.

Thor heard it loud and clear. The enemy was on the floor in seconds. Too brutal for normal, and you questioned Thor.

The god gave an excuse that you completely fell for. Too sweet and naive for this world. A sheltered kid in the Midwest fields, with protective parents.

Still too unforgiving of this horrible world.

Thor couldn’t tell you that he almost aimed to kill the attacker.

Natasha would share a look with him.

They knew. Murder was out of the question, but when you screamed like that they knew that maybe maiming was the move. Clint would talk to you as the two discussed what to do with the assailant.

Hearing the news Bucky would want to check over your wounds. There were none but it didn't stop him from getting those mental fingers on your bare skin.

You would shiver. Cold against your warm skin. Shining like the sun Bucky would think. Steve would look too.

A body like his own and invincible to harm.

At least they thought.

Kryptonite was horrible. Lex Luthor's laugh haunted them. You on the floor and holding your chest. Blood flowing from your mouth and a bullet in your chest.

Bruce was terrified.

Peter and Wanda beside themselves.

And so when you awake from your slumber don't ask about the disappearance of Lex Luthor. Don't ask why you can't hear his distinct heat beat.

Don't ask your still on bed rest, and Krypto is so much more hostile towards everyone now. Wary of Wanda and her glares to your dog.

Don't ask why Bruce's lingering touch stayed.

Don't ask why your mind seemed played with.

Don't bother with the protective members who've been known to kill before to be so close to you.

Don’t tell Peter to leave your side. Don't ask Steve to stop defending your city, Metropolis.

All the avengers ask of you is to keep that smile on your face no matter how confused you are.

To keep there goodness, and to never be corrupted.

To be good.

[l0s3rd0wnt0wn]

"SMILE FOR THE CAMERA BABY"

TIM DRAKE X KRYPTONIAN!READER

*SNAP ZOOM CLICK*

The camera zooms in on your naked body, taking in every inch of your curves, every contour, every scar, every stretch mark, every spot you try to wiggle away from the camera's vision. But all Tim had to do was move his hands or move your body. You were usually so much stronger than him, but tonight you were weaker, your link to the Kryptonite chains holding your power back, a green glow dancing over your skin. You felt so weak and small under him, whimpering and gasping for air as the camera continued to follow your every move. "You like the cuff I made for you? Took me a couple of months. I had to raid Bruce's Kryptonite stash just to find the perfect one for you." You could see the cocky smile on his face behind the camera. Why did he have to be so perverted? You started to gain your bearings just a little bit until BUZZ. "GAAH!" you moaned out, your body arching, tears rolling down your face. He rubbed your abdomen gently, calming you down, keeping your back pushed against the bed. "It's all right, baby, I'm here," he chuckled softly, the cocky bastard, putting the vibrator on high just to see how you would react. He's evil like that, villainous like that, rubbing circles with the vibrator on your sensitive bud, seeing you shiver and shake. "Aww, crybaby, I'll take good care of you. Just a few more for tonight, or maybe not; this way is too fun." He licked and kissed your tears away from the overwhelming pleasure, putting the vibrator back on high, guiding it up and down your wetness, humming along with the rhythm of the toy. Your body started to go limp, your mouth slacking open as another orgasm hit you like a truck. "Not putting up a fight," he mumbled against your cheek. You stopped thrashing around, pulling out of the cuffs, your body relaxing as you let your thighs tremble. His lips found yours in a heated and sloppy kiss, his tongue dropping down into your throat, making you whine. The kiss separated with a string of saliva connecting your mouths. If you remembered correctly, drool trickled down the corner of your mouth as you gasped for air. Here you lay during the interview. Tim's kisses got desperate as he made his way from your chin down to your neck, placing bites on your collarbones. His lips continued to travel, sucking on your nipples. The camera was still in focus, moving an inch down to where the vibrator was sitting, still buzzing loudly. "That's enough of machines; let me make you scream in the right way." His warm tongue flicked against that sweet bud, and you moaned, your head falling back as you thrashed against the cuffs. "Baby, break these one, and I'll make the next ones even stronger." He suckled gently on your bud with a purr; all you could do was nod.

[witherby]

is Conner magically linked to mouse somehow or is he so obsessed with them because there the first one he talked to beside lex luthor

Fantastic question! Conner has imprinted on Flittermouse!

I'm kinda sneaking in soulmate dynamics here a teeny bit, in the sense that Kryptonians' mating instincts have them search for partners with appealing biochemical markers to latch on to (usually for purposes of procreation, but obviously as they're both still minors that isn't playing a factor here). They also mate for life, so if they find an ideal match and imprint on them, chances of imprinting again are near zero.

Conner's biological instincts latched onto Mouse as a Great Match, and his body is responding in kind. He's found someone he desires, and now he has to win their favor in whatever manner his Kryptonian biology demands. He is becoming attuned to mouse so that his body knows where they are, how they're doing, and how he can best accommodate and protect them.

His body is in love even though he doesn't quite know what's going on yet.

[gatorbites-imagines]

the idea of an alternate mark/multiple of them trying to attack a kryptonian reader (or even just. A reader that’s stronger than them) and just . breaking their hands absolutely kills me,,, seemingly normal human guy just standing there while the marks are just punching him like he’s a wall - he’s safe even before he pet-ifies them

Alternate Marks (Petvincibles) x kryptonian male reader 

Headcanons 

I just thought this scenario was really funny, so I decided to cook up a more solid thing for it. 

Imagine, you are a powerful kryptonian villain from the DC universe. You have obviously built a resistance to kryptonite and other kryptonian weaknesses, you are unstoppable. 

Or well, you should have been. In the end, Kal-El and his justice league defeat you with the power of friendship. 

Kal-El, being the kindhearted man he is, offers to let you serve your punishment in a different universe if you behave. This might also be because you are one of the few kryptonians left, so he doesn't want you to die or anything. 

In the end his passion, kindness and sunny personality makes you see the light, as villains tend to do. You agree to serve out your sentence in a different universe,  

The universe you end up being sent to, is the one from invincible, since it has nothing to do with the people you are used too. 

Batman helped you set up a fake identity before you crossed over, ironclad enough that even the GDA would never think it was fake. 

Ironically, you settle down as a journalist. It's a bit embarrassing in the beginning that you end up doing the same thing as Kal-El, but you swallow your pride and just live a normal human life. 

Sure, you could have helped save this planet and many lives, but, you weren't Kal-El, you felt no need to defend anyone or anything. Even when your sensitive hearing picked up on the guardians being killed, you did nothing. 

Not your circus, not your monkeys. You enjoyed your (retirement) punishment too much. 

You were enjoying your day off when the chuckleheads showed up through their portals.  

You had just gotten out of your shower, put on some comfy sweats and a t-shirt, ready to munch down on takeout and watch horrible reality tv, when your telenovela changed to the news instead. 

Normally, you would just have left it alone. Other heroes would take care of it, like always. And it would have stayed that way, until you watched this cadmus suit wearing fucker destroy your workplace. 

Luckily it was the bimonthly “nobody is in the building” day, so there was no one inside, but still, that was your job dude. 

When the news showed all of these numbnuts, and you saw just how the usual heroes were getting broken left and right, you realized you might have to step in. 

No way you were gonna let these guys destroy your retirement. You still owned your old suit, the one the justice league had beat you in, but you felt no need to put it on for this. 

This was simply you disciplining a group of brats, no need to take it too seriously. 

You were faster, stronger, bigger, sturdier, everything they could dream of being, so obviously you reach one of them first.  

This one just happened to look like a bee, or a wasp. And he seemed so entertained by your presence, his very energy grated your nerves, acting like he was sure to win and that this was all a mild inconvenience. 

That is, until he threw a punch and you didn't move, tired and bored expression on your face. 

Sinister had assumed this would be easy, just another useless fool to punch a hole through. Well, it would have been, if his fist didn't shatter when it met your chest. 

A shocked guttural yell pulls him his chest as he feels his arm break all the way up to his elbow, just from punching you with all his might. It left Sinister feeling shocked for a moment, and a moment was all you needed to beat him. 

Past you would have killed him, but Kal-el had been so serious about you growing as a person and being better, so you just... tuck him under your arm and fly off for the next invincible. 

It wouldn't take long for the GDA and public to notice their attackers being taken out, by a guy in sweatpants and a hello kitty shirt of all things too. 

Normal Mark would immediately tense, ready to fight even if he knows he wouldn't stand a chance after seeing you take out all his alternate selves so quickly and easily. 

“Relax, I'm retired” you tell him, holding a hand out as if to comfort him. Mark doesn't really know what to do with you, seeing someone so fucking strong just... chilling. You could clearly have beat his dad, so why didn't you? 

“didn't feel like it” you shrug. Then why take out these guys? “Destroyed my favorite coffee shop and my workplace” 

The GDA obviously want you to hand over the alternate Marks, where you just bark a laugh in their face. “Yeah right. I know what you government folk do to people like them”. So, you end up bringing all the vincibles back to your place. 

This is probably also the best place they can do, since you are the only one able to contain them. 

When they wake up, they are obviously gonna attack you again, from wounded pride or whatever else they might be experiencing. You easily keep up, beating them down again and again until they are mellowed out. 

You also give them the whole speech Kal-El gave you, about being better and whatever. The speech isn't what slowly turns them, but rather just you in general. 

Maybe its viltrumite biology to be into people who are stronger, or it's because you are such a strong figure, but they start to become “pet-ified” as we say. 

Chances are, you still have contact with the justice league, who helps you offer all the Marks ways into other universes where they can start afresh, and be heroes. But they all decide to stick with you instead as they have grown attached, like feral tomcats. 

GDA isn't happy about it obviously, but what the hell are they gonna do about it? Normal Mark wouldn't be happy about it either, but he would at least just kinda grow to accept it over time. 

Luckily for you, nobody really noticed or got your face on camera when you picked the vincibles up either, so you are able to return to work a while later.  

All is swell, but your apartment, and earth itself, is starting to feel stuffy. Maybe it's finally time to leave the planet and start exploring the galaxy, and you have a feeling the vincibles would follow if you did. Except of course, the original one, perhaps.  

[v-killallspiders]

HEIR TO THE STARS

Mark Grayson x Kryptonian!Reader

CHAPTER ONE: FALLING IS THE FIRST LESSON

You always knew Earth wasn’t home, you could feel it in the thrum of your bones every time the sun rose over the GDA facility. You could feel it in your soul every night you went to sleep and dreamt of stars and other worlds far beyond this one. But whilst you knew Earth wasn’t really home - it sure felt like it was. It felt like home every time Cecil gave you that warm pat on the back when you passed another test of strength. It felt like home every time he took you outside to some field as a reward for being just that bit faster in the simulations he’d set up for you. 

Cecil may not have been warm but he was a constant in your life - he was your father. Even when you wished he wasn’t.

He was still your father even when he’d keep you training until you passed out from exhaustion. He was still your father when he’d keep you locked away to see how long you kept your powers for without the Sun. He was still your father because that’s just what fathers do, right? They push you to your limits - make you the best version of yourself.

He gave you everything, so you owed him everything. That’s simply the way it works. So when he comes to you one day and tells you, in that stern voice of his, “I want you to keep an eye on Invincible.” You didn’t question him, simply nodded along.

—

You weren’t quite sure what to expect of Invincible. All you knew was that he was one of Cecil’s new assets, the son of Omni-Man. You also weren’t quite sure what Cecil expected of you. Usually orders from Cecil came with a lot more information and parameters. So you simply decided to watch. You weren’t quite sure what to expect of him but what you got was… Invincible - clumsy, brave, reckless and kind. Far too kind for someone who had enough power to take over a planet single-handedly. 

You watch from a distance as he defends from a Flaxan invasion, you watch his first interaction with that weird one-eyed alien that keeps showing up periodically and you watch him as he works with Eve to fight Doc Seismic. You were always watching, not too close, but not too far. Close enough that you came in time to rush him to the GDA after his near-death experience in Machine Head’s office. But far enough that he couldn’t sense your lingering presence wherever he went. It stayed like this for months, you silently keeping watch over him and him not noticing you. Until Omni-Man finally removed his mask.

Outwardly, it’d seemed like a normal day, that was until Cecil called, “Y/N get away from Mark now! Nolan has gone rogue and you are not ready yet!”

You stiffened slightly, ‘not ready’, isn’t this what you’ve been preparing your entire life for? Everything you have done up until now for a scrap of praise, has been preparing you for this moment and you’re not ready? You hesitate for a moment before you rip out your ear piece and drop it to the floor, hundreds of feet below you before you fly off, tailing behind Mark.

But you were too late, too slow, too hesitant. Mark and Nolan were already gone, all that was left in their wake being the carcass of a dead kaiju and the body of Immortal. You ignore the body as you make your way towards Chicago, where you can hear the majority of the conflict.

Nothing could’ve prepared you for what you saw, it was absolute carnage. Nolan had destroyed the city. In the midst of the chaos, you caught sight of Nolan and Mark out of your periphery. Nolan had his son by the back of his neck, Mark’s face a mottled mess of bruises and blood, his mask torn and goggles shattered.

You didn’t even think before you slammed unto Nolan at mach speed, a sonic boom echoing over the city behind you. Nolan drops his son due to the sheer force of your impact as you drive him into the ground. You say nothing as you get on top of Nolan, landing punch after punch on him. A punch for every bruise he’d given Mark. You’re landing successive punches, until you’re not. Until Omni-Man catches your fist in his hand and crushes it, your blood spattering over his face. Nolan froze, sniffing the air.

“Kryptonian,” he mutters, before catching your other wrist and headbutting you, throwing you back a few metres, “What a waste.”

“W-wha…” you murmur, trying to lift yourself up on your crushed hand.

“You don’t even know what you are? Do you, girl?” he tuts, “No idea of the legacy left behind you, the strength of your kin?”

He walks closer to you, crouching down so he’s on your level where you are on the ground before he grabs your hair, lifting your head up so you’re eye level with him, “Let me break it down for you.”

He doesn’t get the chance before a blur of blue and yellow comes rushing at him.

“Get out of here!” It wasn’t the first time you’d heard Mark’s voice, not with all the months you’d spent as his silent follower, but it was the first time you’d heard his voice speak to you directly. You didn’t even get the chance to move before Mark and Nolan had disappeared out of your sight. 

You barely had the chance to breathe before you were teleported back into the GDA headquarters, your father’s eyes staring straight back at you, rage simmering beneath the surface of his skin.

“What the fuck were you thinking?” He yelled at you, causing you to flinch slightly. “I told you, that you weren’t ready for this fight!”

Cecil started to pace backwards and forwards in front of your limp position on the floor before finally turning back to face you again. His features softened before he crumpled to the ground with you, wrapping his arms around your broken figure, “God, if I’d have lost you…”

This was the first time Cecil had hugged you. This was the first time your father had hugged you. You broke down in his arms without another word.

[mintyys-blog]

LITTLE SECRET | tim drake x kryptonian! reader

DC COMICS MASTERLIST

WARNINGS: implied sex, sexual themes,

Gotham was quiet for once. Too quiet for Red Robin’s liking, but perfect for the kind of rendezvous he found himself craving lately.

Perched on a rooftop ledge, Tim scanned the dim streets below. All clear. No muggers, no gang activity, just the distant hum of city life. He exhaled through his nose, preparing to move on—until a sudden gust of wind swept past his cape.

“I thought I’d find you here,” came a familiar voice—soft, teasing, wrapped in velvet and steel.

He turned, lips already curling into a smirk. “Y/N…”

She hovered just a few feet off the ground before landing beside him with the grace only a Kryptonian could pull off. Her eyes sparkled with mischief, the faint city lights dancing in them like stars. Her boots made no sound against the gravel rooftop as she stepped in close, gloved fingers tugging gently at the hem of his cape.

“You on patrol tonight?” she asked, voice low—like a secret just for him.

“Supposed to be,” he murmured, hands already finding their place at her waist, the warmth of her body seeping through her suit and into his palms. He tugged her closer, until there was no space left between them. “But now…”

Now his pulse was racing. Now the weight of the cowl, the mission, the silence of Gotham’s night—none of it mattered. Not with her this close. Not when she was looking at him like that.

They kissed—hungrily, messily, a crash of urgency and need. The world melted away as her lips moved against his, the taste of her leaving him dizzy. His hands roamed her back, fingers dragging along the curve of her spine as hers tangled in his hair, dragging him down to her level, grounding him even as he felt like floating.

She pushed him back against the rooftop wall with just a little too much strength, and he grunted, half-laughing into the kiss. “Easy,” he breathed against her mouth, eyes half-lidded. “You’ll break my ribs.”

“Maybe I like you a little fragile,” she teased, her voice breathy, her mouth moving to his jaw, to the curve of his neck.

Her hands slipped beneath his suit, fingertips tracing over warm skin, and he groaned—quiet, needy. Gotham buzzed somewhere below them, but right now, they were on another planet entirely.

He tugged at her suit’s collar, enough to press a kiss to the exposed skin of her shoulder. She shivered—not from cold, but from the heat of it, from the way he looked at her like he was starving. Her gloved fingers slid under the edge of his belt, and he caught her wrist, both of them breathless now.

“Someone’s feeling bold,” he rasped.

“You like it.”

He didn’t deny it.

Clothes were shifted just enough—strategic, practiced. This wasn’t the first time. It wouldn’t be the last. The rooftop behind the old Gotham bank had become their place. Their stolen piece of sky.

Breath hitched, gasps muffled by lips and hands and urgency. Fingers fumbled in the dark, finding each other like magnets. She lifted him with barely any effort, just enough to make him curse under his breath, lips dragging along her collarbone, his hands gripping her thighs like a lifeline.

And in the middle of a city that never slept, in the middle of the night’s quiet, they made time stand still.

For just a moment, Gotham felt a little less heavy. A little less cold. And Tim forgot everything else. Forgot the comms in his ear. Forgot the mission. Forgot the city.

Until the sharp screech of tires and the distant wail of an alarm pulled him back like a slap to the face.

BANG—SCREECH—ALARM.

Tim pulled back fast, still panting, eyes wide with realization. “Shit,” he hissed, tugging his suit back into place. “That sounded like—”

“A robbery,” Y/N finished, biting her lip, instantly guilty.

He kissed her quickly, almost chastely this time. “I have to go.”

And he was gone.

When he reached the street, the van was already disappearing around the corner, jewels glinting inside as they drove off. Tim stared after them, clenching his fists.

Y/N floated down beside him a moment later. “I’m sorry, Tim—I didn’t think—”

“I should’ve thought,” he cut her off, voice low with frustration. “How could I be so reckless?”

Just then, his comms crackled to life.

“Red Robin.” Barbara’s voice was cool and professional. “We just got an alert. Jewelry store on 10th. Smash and grab. Van matching the suspect’s description just peeled out heading west.”

He closed his eyes and muttered, “Copy,” but when he looked over his shoulder—she was gone.

Meanwhile…

The van didn’t get far.

A streak of red and blue tore through the air, and before the thieves could process the sound barrier breaking—BAM—they were airborne.

Y/N hovered above them, holding the back of the van with one hand before flipping it onto its roof like it weighed nothing. It crashed onto the pavement, smoking slightly, but intact. She flew down, slammed her palm into the side door, and crushed it inward, warping the metal.

“Try running now,” she muttered.

Then, as the Batmobile roared closer from down the street—she was gone, vanishing into the sky and hiding herself in the clouds, heart pounding.

From above, she watched Batman exit the vehicle, cape fluttering in the wind. He circled the van slowly, inspecting the warped side. His gloved fingers brushed over the dent—a very clear handprint.

Something powerful had done this.

He tilted his head back toward the sky, scanning the clouds with a glare sharpened by years of suspicion.

Red Robin dropped down seconds later.

“This was in your area,” Batman said coldly. “And you let it get this far?”

Tim didn’t flinch, but his jaw clenched tight. “I got distracted. Sorry. It won’t happen again.”

Batman nodded once, turning as police sirens approached.

But before stepping away, he added grimly, “Someone else stopped them. I want to know who.”

Morning in Gotham rarely felt peaceful. But in Tim Drake’s room—curtains drawn, the hum of the city dulled by thick glass—it almost felt like the world had paused.

He stirred in bed, muscles sore from patrol, the weight of last night’s guilt still lingering in his chest. His breath was slow, deep…until something soft brushed across his cheek. Then again. And again—like whispers of wind.

Lips.

He groaned softly, eyes fluttering open.

Hovering above him, practically glowing in the soft light breaking through the curtains, was her.

Straddling his hips, hair falling like a silk curtain around his face, and a mischievous grin pulling at her lips.

“Hello, handsome,” she giggled.

Tim blinked, a breathy laugh escaping him despite himself. “You mischievous girl—”

He sat up fast, flipping her easily onto her back with a smooth twist, her laugh muffled as she hit the mattress beneath him. He kissed her before she could say another word, long and slow and grounding. Her hands slid around his neck, pulling him deeper into it.

But eventually, reluctantly, he pulled back—resting his forehead against hers.

“Thanks, by the way,” he murmured, voice thick with sleep. “For stopping the robbery.”

She smoothed his hair back gently, running her fingers through the dark strands with that same teasing fondness. But her eyes softened.

“Don’t thank me,” she said quietly. “You could’ve done it before it even happened. I…” Her voice dropped a little. “I distracted you. I shouldn’t have done that.”

Tim’s gaze lingered on her face, her guilt evident in the tiny crease between her brows.

“Hey.” He cupped her cheek, thumb brushing her skin. “We got distracted. It wasn’t just you.”

“But you’re the one who had to answer to Batman,” she whispered, eyes flicking away. “I can fly off and vanish. You don’t get that.”

Tim sighed and rolled to the side, lying beside her, one arm slung over her stomach. “Yeah, well… you also don’t get yelled at through comms at 2AM by Barbara.“

“Ouch, yeah you have it worse, boy wonder.” She smiled a little at that, but it didn’t reach her eyes all the way.

“I just hate that I made your job harder,” she said. “You’re already carrying so much. And then I show up all flirty and…” She trailed off, embarrassed now.

Tim turned toward her, fingers lacing with hers.

“You make it better,” he said. “Even if last night was a mess. You—you make the weight feel lighter. I’d take a thousand distractions if it meant waking up to you.”

Her lips parted slightly, surprised by the softness in his voice.

“…Damn,” she murmured. “You trying to make me cry?”

He smirked, nose brushing against hers. “Just trying to beat you to it.”

They kissed again, slower this time, the heat of the night before replaced by something warmer. Something real. And even as the city outside stirred with chaos and noise, in that moment, in that room, it felt like they had a little slice of peace.

The Batcave was silent, save for the rhythmic tapping of keys and the occasional low beep of data processing. Screens flickered with footage—grainy security cam clips, satellite captures, audio logs. And front and center: a freeze-frame of the flipped van from the jewelry robbery.

Bruce stood in front of the monitor, arms folded, gaze sharp beneath the cowl.

The handprint. It was clear. Too clear.

Not a weapon. Not an explosive. A dent shaped by raw power—five fingers pressed deep into reinforced steel like it was wet clay. There were only a few beings capable of that. And most weren’t exactly subtle.

He enlarged the image, rotated it. Finger length. Spacing. Width. Not as wide as Clark’s. Smaller. More refined. He ran a scan, cross-referencing it with their metahuman database.

No match.

But something nagged at him. A pattern. A frequency.

He played back the nearby traffic cams—footage from five blocks out. A faint blur zipped through one frame. Red cape. Blue suit. Female frame.

He narrowed his eyes.

Super-speed. Flight. Precision.

He brought up a different feed—citywide communications. Someone had scrambled comm frequencies for exactly six seconds the moment the robbery happened. Interference coming from the same quadrant as the blur.

He tapped his comm. “Barbara.”

“Yeah?” she replied quickly, already typing.

“Pull footage from the upper west traffic drone. Forty seconds before and after the robbery alert. Also pull any recent sightings of unidentified metahuman flight signatures in Gotham over the last 72 hours.”

“On it. You thinking Kryptonian?”

He didn’t answer right away. “…I’m thinking someone’s hiding something.”

Later that night. Batcave.

Tim was suiting up for a routine patrol when Bruce stepped into the cave.

“You’re late,” Tim noted without turning. “Didn’t know you needed the Batmobile to be fashionable.”

But Bruce didn’t smile.

Instead, he stepped up beside Tim and wordlessly handed him a tablet. Tim glanced at it—then froze.

The footage. The van. The dent. The blur. His heart climbed into his throat. “…Where did you get this?” he asked carefully.

“Gotham’s traffic surveillance.” Bruce’s voice was low, unreadable. “Care to explain why someone with Kryptonian powers is operating in my city—without permission?”

Tim looked away, buying time, brain scrambling. “Could be someone passing through. You know how many metas drift through Gotham now.”

Bruce’s silence was damning.

“…You’re not going to tell me,” he said at last.

Tim’s mouth opened, but nothing came out. He couldn’t throw her under the bus. Not when she’d fixed his mistake. Not when she was his.

Bruce’s eyes narrowed just a little.

“This person intervened in your area. After you failed to intercept a robbery that should’ve been easy to stop. You claimed distraction. Now I’m wondering what that distraction really was.”

Tim’s jaw flexed.

“I handled it.”

Bruce stepped closer, lowering his voice to a warning.

“If someone is operating outside of protocol in Gotham—hiding their identity, interfering with operations, compromising my operatives—then I need to know who they are.”

Tim met his eyes. Tense. Steady. “I’ll find out.”

Bruce studied him a moment longer. Then, with the barest nod, he turned and walked back into the shadows.

Up in the clouds, just beyond Wayne Manor’s detection range, Y/N hovered.

She was high above the skyline, suspended in silence, the cold wind teasing the ends of her hair. From up here, the world looked small. Lights twinkled like embers across Gotham’s sprawling darkness. The city never slept—but now, neither could she.

Her ears still rang with Bruce’s voice—cold, clipped, lethal with suspicion.

“Care to explain why someone with Kryptonian powers is operating in my city—without permission?”

“This person intervened in your area. After you failed to intercept a robbery that should’ve been easy to stop. You claimed distraction. Now I’m wondering what that distraction really was.”

Y/N shut her eyes tight, hovering still despite the wind. The guilt felt heavier than any collapsing building she could lift. Her breath puffed into the night air as she stared downward, past the shifting cloud cover, toward Wayne Manor’s distant silhouette.

She’d thought she was being careful. She always moved fast, blurred her image, changed her path. She’d even scrambled comms when she flew too close to tech hubs. But it hadn’t been enough.

Of course it wasn’t. It was Batman. He missed nothing. And now… now he was circling like a hawk. She could feel it. Hear it in the way his voice lost all warmth. In the questions he asked Tim. In the pause between his words—like he already knew.

She pressed a hand to her chest. Her heart thundered. Not from thrill. Not from love. From fear.

He’s looking for me. And worse— He’s suspicious of Tim.

That thought made her breath hitch. He was caught in the middle. Still protecting her. Still lying for her. He didn’t give her up—not even when it would’ve been easier. And he’d looked so calm on the surface, but she knew him. She saw the storm behind his eyes.

He was carrying her mistake on his back.

The very idea of Bruce turning on him—of questioning Tim’s loyalty—sank into her stomach like a lead weight.

She drifted back, pulling deeper into the clouds, hiding herself from view. Her cape rippled behind her, caught on the updraft, but her body felt heavier than steel.

The fear clawed deeper into her now, sharper than the night air.

She wasn’t scared of a fight. She wasn’t scared of Bruce. She was scared of what this could cost.

Tim.

And she wasn’t sure how many more mistakes he’d be able to cover before the Bat stopped asking and started hunting.

Later that night, just before dawn painted Gotham in gray, Tim returned to his room through the window. His limbs were sore, his mind a blur of exhaustion and pressure. Every patrol lately felt heavier—each step watched, each breath measured.

He peeled off the last of his suit, tossing the cowl onto his desk.

That’s when he saw it.

A folded note, sitting neatly in the center of his pillow. Weighted down with something familiar—one of her gloves. Her scent still clung faintly to it, soft and sweet and gone.

His breath caught. He unfolded the note slowly.

Tim,

I’m sorry. I heard what he said. I heard everything. I didn’t mean to make things worse for you… but I have. You’re already under enough pressure, and now you’re caught between protecting Gotham and protecting me.

So I’m doing the only thing I can think of that feels right. I’m going back to my city. Just for a little while. Let things cool off. Let him stop looking over your shoulder. Let you breathe without worrying who’s watching.

We should take a break. Not because I want to… but because I care too much to stay and risk making this worse. You deserve peace. Even if it means I don’t get to be part of it right now. If you want me again—if you still want this—just say the word. I’ll be there before you can blink.

I’m sorry.

Yours always, even from afar,

—Y/N

Tim sat down hard on the edge of his bed, the glove in his hand now clenched tightly in his fist.

The silence in the room felt endless. He didn’t move for a long time. He just stared at the note, jaw clenched, eyes burning.

The Batcave was colder than usual that night.

Tim stood at the base of the main platform, watching as Bruce reviewed data from the flipped van robbery for the third time. There was nothing new. Just repetition. Just waiting—for a lie to collapse or a truth to surface.

Tim stepped forward.

“I need to tell you something.”

Bruce didn’t look away from the screen. “Then say it.”

Tim took a slow breath. “The one who stopped the robbery. The one with the handprint.” He hesitated—but only for a second. “It was Y/N.”

Now Bruce looked at him.

“She’s Kryptonian,” Tim continued, voice even. “She’s been flying into Gotham at night. Sometimes to help. Mostly to see me.” His jaw tensed. “We’ve been… seeing each other. In secret.”

The cave was dead silent.

“I was with her that night. I got distracted. I chose her instead of staying focused. That robbery happened because I wasn’t doing my job.” His voice lowered. “She tried to fix it. But it should’ve never gotten that far.”

He lifted his chin. “If you want to bench me, I get it. I crossed a line.”

A long silence stretched out between them. Bruce’s expression unreadable, arms crossed.

Finally, he said:

“I figured.”

Tim blinked. “Wait—what?”

Bruce turned back to the monitor, voice casual—too casual. “You’ve been more tired lately. Unfocused. Coming back with a pulse high enough to suggest either combat… or something else.” He glanced at Tim, a flicker of dry amusement in his eyes. “You’re not exactly subtle.”

Tim’s mouth opened slightly. “So… you knew?”

“I suspected.” Bruce turned back to the data. “I just wanted to see if you’d admit it.”

Tim felt like the ground had dropped out beneath him. He braced for a lecture, a command, something.

But instead— Bruce sighed. “You’re not the first to get close to someone who operates outside protocol.”

Tim tilted his head. “…Are you saying you’re okay with it?”

“I’m saying I understand it.” His voice sharpened slightly. “But don’t mistake understanding for approval. You took a risk that jeopardized your mission. You’re lucky no one got hurt. You won’t always be.”

Tim nodded, absorbing every word.

“She’s gone for now,” he said quietly. “She left… because she didn’t want me to keep covering for her. Didn’t want to make it worse.”

Bruce looked at him again. “Then you’re both smarter than I gave you credit for.”

Tim let out a breath—part relief, part something else. Regret, maybe. Longing.

“She’ll come back,” he said, more to himself than anything.

Bruce just gave a short nod, already refocusing on the next crisis lighting up the screens.

“Then next time,” he said without looking at him, “don’t make me ask.”

It had been a week. Seven long days since her note. Seven nights on patrol without her shadow soaring overhead. Seven mornings waking up alone, reaching across cold sheets out of habit.

Tim couldn’t take it anymore.

He hadn’t messaged her. Hadn’t tried to pull her back before he was ready. But now—after the conversation with Bruce, after finally saying it aloud—something in him settled. He didn’t want to hide. Didn’t want to wait. Didn’t want her to think even for a second that she wasn’t worth fighting for.

He made the trip just after dusk. Civilian clothes, hood up, eyes sharp behind civilian lenses. The train ride out of Gotham was quiet, uneventful—but his fingers tapped a steady rhythm on the seat the whole time.

When he reached her city, he didn’t waste time.

He didn’t need to search the skyline. He already knew where she’d be.

He climbed to the rooftop of the tallest building in the city—her favorite place to perch when she wanted to think, or hide, or sulk. The same rooftop where she’d once brought him after a patrol, where they’d laid together above the clouds and just breathed.

And there she was.

Hovering just above the edge, her cape catching the wind, arms folded as she looked out over the horizon.

Tim stepped forward.

“I didn’t bring flowers,” he said softly.

She turned.

Eyes wide, lips parted. A dozen emotions flickered across her face all at once—shock, guilt, love, fear, hope.

“Tim—”

“I figured I’d show up instead,” he said, offering a small, crooked smile. “Thought that might mean more.”

She landed, feet touching down gently. But she didn’t move closer.

“You shouldn’t be here,” she said, voice tight. “What if—what if Batman changes his mind? What if he—”

“I told him.”

Her breath hitched.

“I told him everything. About us. About that night. About how I chose you.”

She stared at him, mouth trembling. “And he didn’t…? He didn’t bench you? Or yell? Or—?”

“He said he figured.”

She blinked. “What?”

Tim took a step closer. “Apparently, I’m not as subtle as I thought.”

That got the faintest laugh out of her. A fragile little sound that melted into a sniffle as her eyes welled up.

“I didn’t want to mess things up for you,” she whispered. “You love Gotham. You love the mission. And I just—I love you, and I didn’t know how to balance that.”

He reached her now, taking her hand, curling his fingers through hers.

“You don’t have to balance it alone,” he said softly. “We’re a team. And I want that again. If you’ll let me.”

She looked up at him, eyes shining. “You drove all the way here to say that?”

He smirked. “Train, actually. Wanted to make a dramatic entrance. Failed miserably.”

She laughed again, this time real and bright, throwing her arms around him.

He caught her, held her tight, burying his face into her neck. “I missed you,” she breathed against his skin.

“I know,” he whispered. “I missed me too.” She flicked his arm, spending a spike of pain. He laughed through the pain, “I’m joking. I miss you too.”

She pulled back just enough to kiss him—long and deep, the kind of kiss that made the air crackle between them again. The city below faded away, and for a moment, all that mattered was the warmth in their chests and the quiet promise between them:We’re back.