#Other furrys can come just not Batman

[nelkcats]

Danny's "boo-tiful" parlor

After college Danny decided to open his own business, but he couldn't do it in Amity Park with so many people doubting his parents businesses or methods.

So he went to Gotham and set up a nice ice cream parlor downtown. Technically he wasn't invading any territory because he was in all of them at once. Both the Bats and the Rogues wondered if that made it a neutral area.

Everything was going well, Red Hood stopped by for pistachio ice cream every Wednesday, Harley came for bubble gum ice cream on Monday nights, ¡even a giant Crocodile came to buy him! (Croc was very surprised to be treated like another customer and it became his favorite establishment)

Until Batman decided to ruin it and investigate the harmless ice cream parlor; which unfortunately for Danny worked with his own ghost ice and sometimes could look a little too green.

He thought it wasn't fair for them to judge his ice, he had been very careful not to mix ectoplasm with his food, he didn't want alive cookies and cream or liminals running all over the city; except Hood, his pistachio ice cream might have a little ecto-dejecto, but it was to heal him ¡healing ice cream!

That's how Monday morning, the owner put up a "No Batman's allowed" sign in front of the establishment, his business was good without disrespectful furrys.

If the bat wanted to investigate, it should do so away from his respectable business and his new Boo-berry flavor. Maybe he needed to rename the place, but Sam and Tucker banned calling it "I-scream" and "Phantom's haunt" was not that obvious ¿right?

[alienzil]

Okay so I saw this post and you know the types of fics where adult Danny moves to Gotham and winds up emotionally adopting one or more of bat kids or accidentally coparenting with Bruce (with or without a relationship between them)? I had the thought, what if Danny parented the bat kids but he started doing it out of spite?

Like, Danny moves to Gotham and runs into Batman and Robin one night while out for a late night flight and drops down to the rooftop to say hi.

Bruce sees this 5'6" twink that looks like a stiff breeze could knock him over and is so obviously new in town and thinks Gotham is going to eat him alive, he needs to leave before he gets killed.

Batman: Looming menacingly and in his deepest scariest Batman voice, "Leave. Metas aren't allowed in Gotham."

Danny: Offend! Excuse?! Who does this guy think he is?! 😡 Danny was trying to be polite here! "First of all, I'm not a meta. Second of all, rude much?!"

Batman: Does scariest bat glare. "Leave." Swoops off into the night.

Robin (Damian): "My father is correct. You should leave the city for your own safety."

Danny sees this tiny vigilante child with fierce expression and a sword and is just like awww, so cute! 😍 Then he noticed Robin had a small cut on his arm and his inner gremlin activates. If the rude flying furry can't take care of his own kid properly, Danny will do it better!

He bandages up Damian's arm, gives him a cookie and teaches him a neat sword trick before sending him on his way with a hug telling him he needs his sleep.

Danny goes out of his way to run into the bat kids and be the absolute best dad.

He takes Nightwing flying and throws him in the air so Nightwing can do all the fanciest acrobatic tricks.

He tracks down Red Hood and starts a book club with him (Danny may or may not have used his connection with Ghost Writer to get ahold of some rare books).

He eats waffles with Spoiler and trys out weird topping combinations that make them both make faces and laugh.

He makes new gadgets for Red Robin but carefully breaks them just a little bit and takes them to the teen so they can fix them together (it's enrichment!). He always insists RR keep them as a reward.

He follows Signal around during the day invisibly, making faces and doing tricks only Signal can see (he made him laugh in front of the police at a crime scene twice!).

All of the kids get his attention and love and Danny smugly thinks how Batman must be absolutely seething about his kids bonding with Danny and Batman missing out on all of it.

Danny started it out of spite but he does wind up genuinely loving the bat kids.

Batman definetly hates it when the kids are bonding with Danny and is extremely jealous (sulky Batman brooding in his cave about it).

Bruce's repeated attempts to intimidate Danny into leaving Gotham don't work and him telling his kids to stay away from Danny had zero effect (the terrible children don't listen to him at all).

So Bruce starts spending more time with the kids to compete against Danny. The bat kids love it and (little gremlins that they are) use the two of them against each other constantly.

Bruce:"Sorry Tim, I can't make it to your photography exhibit this weekend, there's a meeting with the Justice League."

Tim:"Oh that's fine... I'll just ask Danny to come." 😏

Bruce: Narrows his eyes and grits his teeth, "Actually, the Justice League needs to have contingencies in place to manage without my input. This would be a good time to test their capabilities. I'll skip the meeting and come to your exhibit."

With both of them competing to spend more time with the kids it leads to the two of them spending time with each other to be around the kids more.

After Damian catches a terrible flu bug, Danny spends an entire weekend at the manor babying him. This is when Bruce finds out Danny has known their secret identities for months and tries to get mad about it but Alfred puts his foot down, raises a judgmental eyebrow in Bruce's direction that puts a stop to that nonsense and sets up Danny with his own room in the family wing.

Eventually, Danny gets to the point where he spends most of his nights at the manor and he and Bruce consult each other on all major household decisions.

The whole family is at the manor one morning including Danny. Bruce has a meeting at WE and he and Danny are absently discussing their plans for the day at the breakfast table.

Bruce: " The meeting should take most of the morning and then I have paperwork this afternoon and a scheduled walk through on one of the new engineering projects. I probably won't be done by the time school let's out. Can you pick up Damian today?"

Danny: "That shouldn't be a problem. Would you mind swinging by the bookstore on the way home and getting my preorder? Jay and I just finished rereading the first book and we were wanting to start the second tonight before you all go on patrol. I'd rather not try to make it to the bookstore in school rush hour traffic"

Bruce: "Sure."

Stephanie watches Danny reach out and absently straighten Bruce's tie as they both get up to leave. Bruce grabs Danny's coffee thermos and hands it to him while they walk out the door.

Stephanie: "Sooo, bets on how long until they realize they're basically married?"

[fandomfuntimem]

Dp x Dc or just Dp things I (personally) want to see more of.

Just some stuff I've seen and really liked but never see enough of.

Danny is very casually a genius and/or skilled (engineering, gymnastics, really any skill you pick):

There isn't enough of it tbh. I dont think people realise just how smart and skilled he is. Being a ghost probably made him very flexible and gave him extra abilities the average human may not have. Also he comes from a family of scientists, yeah maybe up against them he doesn't seem smart, but being "smart" comes in different forms. More often than not the ability to be smart comes from your ability to pick up on things, retain information, understand information, and use that information accordingly. Danny does that, especially with his villains. He even finds outside the box ways to defeat his villains. Like tricking Freakshow into becoming a ghost.

I just think its under utilized. A lot of Teen heros are geniuses but no one ecknowledges it. Hell, you can make it that Danny doesn't even realise just how smart he is. He doubts it and often thinks he's one of the dumber people in the room. But when sleep deprived and running on a cup of coffee he can solve a problem he hasn't even seen before the konk out for an hour.

Danny has BEEF with the JL or isn't outright a fan:

In a lot of fics the JL (especially Batman) are huge hypocrites. Like they'll barge into Amity trying to solve problems that don't even effect them, screw things up more, then offer Danny more training. Hello????? You guys being there caused the problem???? Then, in other things Batman preaches about territory and Danny will get threatened or treated with suspicion for even stepping foot NEAR Gothem, but then barges into his territory like its his buisness.

Let Danny call them out. Let him point out that everything has been fine untill they showed up. Let him get MAD. This is HIS territory, HIS haunt, HIS people. These guys have done nothing for him! Why should he accept their help when their help only makes things worse? In fics where they help him because he needed it and ended up in Gotham let him be suspicious and careful. He doesn't need to be vivasected or hurt to be warry of the crime fighting furries he just met.

Mans has the experience to know you can't trust anyone untill they prove you can.

Danny should be casually overpowered and spooky:

This isn't even he has to be experienced. He is so used to his powers he doesn't realise how scary it is. He will casually stop a punch from superman, laugh, quipe, then punch back.

He accidentally breaks stuff, walks through things, glows, its so normal for him. He apologizes and does it again because he forgot. He genuinly has no idea how strong he is, he just knows he needs to be soft on humans.

Danny and Phantom are very different personalities:

I'm not saying they're two different people. They have the same mind same person. But the way they act is so different. Danny is grumpy, quiet, whimpy. Danny is a loser, and everyone knows it. Phantom, on the other hand, is confident, he jokes, smiles, makes a game out of his struggles, he's strong. Phantom is just a good guy. Everyone (minus others) loves him!

This happens because Danny is more comfortable as Phantom or Vise Versa. Sertant trates carry over, they're nerds, they're smart, they enjoy a good pun, they're sassy. But because Danny is a loser everyone sees it as lame, but with Phantom its endearing.

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None of this means you need to get rid of silly nerdy Danny. You can have that but all these other things ad depth to his character. Hes smart but not confident, he's kind but not naive, he's powerful but not violent, and he finds comfort in the fact no one knows him.

Idk. I'm not a big fanfic writer so i thought i would just share and see what others do with it.

[phantoms-world-and-more]

I've seen many posts where Jason dates Jazz and realizes there's something wrong with Danny, but what if it's the other way around?

Danny has been ghosting for a while longer, so he knows better how to hide the effects, Jazz who only recently realized he's liminal doesn't do so well.

Then Jason arrives, he met this cute and nice guy who is totally sarcastic but also always willing to help him with a problem, then he meets his sister, who has something strange about her, sometimes her smiles are too big or her shadow moves unnaturally, makes bad love decisions and wants to be a psychologist, cue Jason thinking that Jazz is the second coming of Harley Quinn but more Eldritch

This is amazing!!!

This is kind of an old one because i was away for a while, but thanks for the ask

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Jason had made a new friend (boyfriend if he's lucky)

They met when red hood was on patrol and was going to stop a SA in progress when this lanky bruce adoptee to be stepped in and handed the scumbag his ass on a silver platter

After the kid took care of the girl, called the police and sent them on their way he stayed, turned to where he was perched, smiled and said

"What? Couldn't just do nothing."

Turned and left, leaving jason dumbfounded that this kid could see him, beating up an unexperienced scumbag was one thing finding a highly trained vigilante was something else, looks like this kid is interesting.

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Turns out the kids name is danny and he is awesome!

He's 19, just moved to gothem from some no where town and was studying aerospace engineering, linguistics and chemistry in gothem university.

His mother was a blackbelt and tought him how to put the fear of God in people 6 ways to sunday, he also has a sister whos an arkam asylum phyciatritrist intern

Danny is cool, knowes how to take a joke and can dish it right back out, was goofy and playful compared to the usual seriousness of of the bats, AND HE WAS SASSY

The colourful way he broke down the batfams characters had him cry laughing

When he met Danny in red hood persona he was mostly the same, though jason nearly had a heart attack when danny called him jason in red hood gear, but dannys cool and easy to talk to, they spent the rest of patrol together

Batman showed up wondering why red hood wasn't responding and red hood thought he had to defend danny from the interrogation that was to come...NOPE

The first words out of danny's mouth was

"I've never met a furrie in person, is it difficult to breath wearing the suit"

By the end of the 'conversation' Red hood couldn't move he was laughing so hard oh he couldn't wait to meet his fanily

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Nevermind somethings wrong with jazz

When he met her nothing was wrong per'se but...

she seems nice but her smiles are too wide, too pointy, she moves too stiff and theres something just...off

She made the pit squirm in...not fear or discomfort, more like, she made the pit more agitated, annoyed, angry...thats...never happened before

Then he found out she was having love problems...the last guy she dated ended up in a cutl and was trying to get her to join, and the way she talk about phycology was too...disconnected

Somethings wrong with her

About 2 hours later jason came speeding into the batcave screaming about the next generation of Harley Quin

[nat-ter]

ok. hear me out. batman and superman having petty rivalry. not bcus they actually hate each other but bcus there's a little misunderstanding going on between them.

the first time they met, superman wanted to impress the other hero (bcus yayy a new friend!) so he might have tried a bit too hard to look impressive to batman by putting on a more confident front than he generally feels.

batman has heard of the new hero in town (or the next one over wtv) and ofc there's this superhuman being who literally shoots laser out of his eyes not to mention the flying thing so in the most batman way possible, he's immediately cautious. and then comes this obnoxious alien to batman's own turf introducing himself as if he expects bruce to bow down to his feet and sing his praises just bcus he can, what, breathe ice? never! so begins the hostility. which took superman by surprise bcus here he comes, looking for partnership, maybe even friendship, but instead getting rude and obnoxious short replies in return.

first time superman is questioned his thoughts on the dark knight, he's honestly taken aback bcus since he hasn't had any contact with the other hero in the public's eye he didn't think ppl would ask him questions about gotham's bat. so, a bit flustered clark kent, in a very un-superman-like way, blurts out, "oh, that. i heard he's human." immediately after which he has to leave the scene bcus there was a tsunami somewhere. and so he unwittingly sets out the verbal war.

next time batman is questioned about his thoughts on superman, instead of leaving without any comment like he usually did, this time he stays and boy does he have something to say. or not, according to his words. but he did say smth and that highly contradicts his own words. "i have nothing to say about a twat in a primary colour who doesn't even know where undergarments go." and so officially begins the war.

clark hates batman bcus he thinks the man is a xenophobe (except he has seen batman interacting with other superbeings just fine and some of them may be meta but still it stings that he's the only one being treated with such hostility). bruce hates superman bcus he thinks the alien is looking down on him for being human with its shortcomings and hey this is a touchy subject for him okay back off. but neither of them actually never make any contact apart from trashing each other to the press whenever they can.

at first it was only pointed remarks that portrayed their distrust for each other like:

"at the end of the day what is batman but a furry with anger issues finding an outlet in the dark?"

"next time, maybe superman should use his ego to topple one of metropolis' finest buildings instead of himself. surely that will get the job done quicker."

but the longer it goes on, the more the two heroes enjoy themselves. and eventually the remarks grows more petty and childish and nothing like what two grown men who fight crimes should even say about each other.

"batman is probably hideous, maybe that's why he wears a mask that only shows the more attractive part of his face."

"who is to say there isn't ugly tentacle-like creatures hiding behind that pristine, god-like face."

unfortunately the longer the war wages, the more it sounds like the two of them are merely flirting in a backhanded way. which drives alfred and martha up the walls. alfred swears that he will leave the manor and maybe become a vegabond if he has to witness master bruce making a fool out of himself by pulling the proverbial ponytail in the playground any longer. martha is mad that her son has supposedly forget all the manners she had painstakingly grilled into him (she demands that clark immediately make peace with the bat but clark is so busy he doesn't even have time to visit his own ma lately and no it's not bcus he's afraid of the disappointed face™ nope. never).

it went from:

"i hardly think batman believes he's above the law, no, rather he believes that he is the law." (which is simply wrong, in bruce's opinion. no, he likes to think that he's operating outside of the law while perfectly abiding to it. alfred finds it dubious but it isn't like bruce will listen to him anyway)

and,

"just because superman can fly, he thinks he's above us. i hardly think any god would run at the sight of a green rock." (which is also wrong, in clark's opinion. he has never run from a fight even when kryptonite is present. lois can seconded it even though she wishes he does run as fast as he can)

to:

"maybe batman should smile more, that'll make him much more attra— i mean, approachable. which, i understand, will dispel the whole dark and broody and bat-themed performance he's got going on, of course, but im just saying, you know, the guy's got a pretty nice chin and—" ("clark!" hissed lois who's hiding among the people superman has just rescued from a burning building, only for superman's ears and shutting the man right up)

and,

"people only trust superman because he's so stupidly handsome." ("wow, B, didn't expect batman to come out like that," sarcastically comments nightwing in batman's comm. batman growls)

it's driving everyone insane. alfred is ready to take a very long, a very well earned vacation, lois wants his best friend to get laid, martha is working up a rant and the two heroes can't seem to figure out their stance on the idea of one another.

[vala-dreams]

Dp x dc au in which Batman thinks that Danny is Damien's dead twin.

Inspired by that one tumblr post I saw a long ass time ago and can't find anymore about Danny and Damien looking exactly alike but having no relation to each other. In that post one of op's reasons for Danny and Damien looking alike is that there's supposedly seven people in the world who look exactly like you.

Idk bout how accurate that is but imma pick it up and run a marathon anyway.

So, let's just say that Danny's having a particularly rough day, he had to turn in several assignments, most of which he did the night before, had teachers throw pop quizzes at him like everyone throws insults at me and it's overall a very shitty day.

He's tired, he's grouchy, and he can barely lift his head from sheer exhaustion.

Enter a random ghost terrorizing people. Any ghost.

And so Mr. Daniel the-ancients-hate-me Fenton has to take care of it. And he fucks it up and the ghost gets away. Already sleep deprived as he is, he stays up another few nights scouring Amity just to find this ghost.

Needless to say, he doesn't find it.

Eventually, he concludes that the ghost most likely went back to the ghost zone.

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Unbeknownst to Danny, that ghost just made it's way into Gotham, terrorizing citizens while the resident Bats and Birds aren't able to do anything about it. Apparently normal weaponry just goes through ghosts. Huh.

Batman is not having a good day.

The day gets worse when ANOTHER ghost who looks exactly like Damien comes along and takes care of the situation.

Bruce concludes that Damien had a twin he never told him about/ didn't know about who was experimented on/killed by the league. And now Damien's twin, his son, has returned as a ghost.

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Meanwhile Danny just saw the news about ghosts in gotham on the internet and dragged his sleep deprived ass all the way there to soup it.

Why is there a bat furry calling him son and trying to get him to "move on".

[therapy-ghost]

I had to ask my dad cause I keep forgetting it.😭😭 He said it was Asperger’s but a news article said it’s an offensive term so I don’t know what it’s called and neither does he. (I finished asking but I googled what the new term was, and it’s Asd I think. Google didn’t explain it well😫)

But the request is Reader is dating Freddy Freeman, but like is low-key obsessed with his alter ego, Captain Everything. It’s all they talk about when Freddy mentions heroes. So with the help of Billy, he has Reader meet his alter ego. (Reader doesn’t know they the same person, if it’s not clear) Just a lot of fluff cause I love Freddy so muchhhjjjjjh

Hello again! I was wondering when you were going to be back and what type of writing you wanted and this is not what i was expecting(in the best way possible)!!! Warnings; meantion Autism(Im sorry if ive depicted it wrong in anywayT-T), swearing, im hoping no OOC, longer then usual one shot... and tell me if theres anymore warnings to add!.

GN!Reader x Freddy Freeman

From a young age; your parents, teachers and class mates saw you as strange; always bringing up that one topic that yuo would always bring up whenever you could, and sometimes it was fun, but eventually those peole started to not want to talk to you.

When you reached middle school; You had found yourself a community online that would rant about the very topic you had grown fixed on, Superheroes, thats all they would talk about.

It was your save place where you can place yourself in your own world and rant forever on who's a better hero; Superman or Batman? Obviously Batman!

but in the end you still found yourself lonely in the sea of online friends, cause well... they were online, and sometimes you would be stuck in the real world where you couldnt talk to them.

But that was untill you meet Freddy Freeman; a crutch wielding superhero maniac who instandly caught your attention(And maybe even your heart) in sciences.

And Freddy was not gonna lie when saying that you did the same.

The two of you started to hang out; most of the time with the company of Billy who always felt like he was third wheeling even if he was in a whole other building.

Eventually you two had asked each other out on the very same date and proceeded to believe you had a psychic connection; Match made in heaven to be more accurate.

And right now; after 3 months of you to being officially a thing, were laying on the floor of him and Billy's shared room ranting about hero's, like you always did.

"-Come on! he's dark, mysterious, most likely rich, and has a most of gotham and maybe even the whole world fearing him; you cant say that superman in better then Batman when every villain and civilian knows what his weakness is but doesnt even know where the heck batman is majority of the time" You argued with Freddy, who laughed at your statement and nodded a bit.

"Ok you have a point; but Superman in the man of steel, and whats batman? A depressed man in an emo cosplay that scares people by being a furry-" Freddy's statement made you gasp and hit him on the arm.

"How Dare You!" You playfully yelled; Freddy laughed at this.

"Fine; next is... Shazam or Captain Everypower?" Freddy asked, sounding a bit more excited aout this one then the others.

"Oh come on, am I a fucking joke to you; Captain Everypower all the way!" You cheered abit, sitting up, which Freddy followed along with doing.

"A-And why is that?" He asked in a nervous manner, which you didnt notice, all you did was stand up and get really excited.

"He's funny, he's powerful, he's decent on the officiency level, he's quick with his job, he puts people before himself; and like, you Shazam does the same thing but whats sets them apart is that Captain Everypower is just so much better looking" you made a fainting motion at the end of your rant.

Freddy's excitment in your statement went unnoticed by you once again as he nervously figgeted in place.

"-And it would be so cool to meet him! I bet it feel like a dream to be around him! And to touch his skin; Ive always wondered what bullet proff skin feels like!" You fanned over captain everything "Wouldnt it?" You sat back up and got really close to Freddy, who was panicking on what to say.

"O-Oh you, he's a r-really cool guy; met him a few times, great guy-"

"Does This Mean You Know Him!" You squealed in excitement.

"Y-Yeah, we're practically best friends" Freddy lied, bullets of sweat rolled down his face as he tried to to stumble over his words to much.

"Why didnt you tell me?" You asked Freddy.

"Because h-he wanted it to be a secret; and I was like why, and he was like cause its for your safety" Freedy shakely explained.

"But Why now?" You kepted asking questions to get the answers you needed.

"um....Be-because... He has agreed t-to meet...you" He lied through his teeth, only digging his own grave of regrets more.

You froze, shocked as to what he was say but to stunned to see through his semi-lies.

Um.. are you-"

"Oh My Gosh! Freddy! Thank You! You Are So Cool!" You cheered, jumping at him to get a big hug.

"n-no problem"

"When do I get to meet him? where? what time?" you asked frantically.

"Uhhh... tomorrow, after school, the convenience store down the street; O-of course if h-he's free that is" Freddy shakely answered; making you stand back up and cheer in glee.

"Oh I cant wait: I need to head home but I will see you tomorrow!" And with that you rushed out of the house.

"Wow, that was something" Billy walked over and leaned on the door frame, watching as Freddy panicked.

"What the fuck have I gotten myself into.... Can you help me?"

"Nope" Billy said

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The next day you basically floated down the hall you were so happy; and it was very clear to both Billy and Freddy as to how excited you were.

"How did you get me in this plan again?" Billy asked.

"Cause you care for me and I care for the fact that Captain Everypower has a super fan that is hot" Freddy whisper yelled to Billy, who sighed.

"Fine: so the plan is that distract superfan while you get out of school and ready for the little rendez-vous?" Billy asked, making Freddy nodded as the bell rang for the last class of the day.

They nodded to each other and walked off.

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The bell hadnt even rang and you were running out of class, to excited to meet Captain Everypower.

You rushed down the hall and to the front door, but before you could get off school grounds, Billy Baston appeared infront of you.

"Hey... um...." Billy hadnt though of a distraction.

"Oh Hi Billy" You Happily said"Whats up?"

"Um...whats got you so smiley?" He asked as he watched behind you as Freddy walked off school grounds as quickly as possible.

"Im going off to meet Captain Everypower" You said with pride, making Billy fake a surprised expression.

“Wow, thats really cool-“ Billy nodded.

“Yeah! well, i have to get going! Bye!” you cheered as you almost bolted off.

“W-wait! Um, Freddy wanted me to tell you that he is unable to make it to the meet up you are having” Billy covered up, panicking a bit more at you excitement.

“Oh, why?”

‘Shit!’ Billy mentally cursed.

“Well, um, he’s-“

“He’s helping me with a projected in art” Darla came butting in the save the day, leaving Billy in relief.

“Oh well, tell him ill see him later; Bye you too” You then ran off; leaving Billy to really let out a sigh of relief and walk home with Darla.

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You waited patiently by the convenience store, waiting the arrival of Captain Everypower in his bright blue super-suit and curly hair that reminded you of Freddy’s in a way.

You were almost jumping down the street at how exhilarated you are for this encounter with the hero and types of questions you would attack the hero with; where did he get his powers? What’s the suit made of? What’s it like to fly? What its-

Your thoughts were interrupted by wind crashing down behind you, you turned yourself to see a very frantic looking Captain everypower.

He looked around a few times before spotting you, then straight into himself out.

“Evening citizen” He said, putting his hands on his hips as he broaden his shoulders.

You were gonna faint at how cool this was.

“I heard from my very good friend, Freddy Freeman, that you, my friend, are a fan of me” He confidently walked over, but not with out stumbling a bit; which concerned you.

“Are you ok? You look tired; Do you need to site down?” You frantically asked.

"O-oh yeah, just was off saving the day and s-stuff before coming here" He waved you off, but his responce excited you.

"What type of 'saving the day'?" You asked, almost jumping at him in curiousity of the question.

"Well, some man tried to steal a womans bag and i stopped it, sent him to jail" He proundly said, making you fan over his actions.

"You are so cool!" You yelled out.

These conversations went on for the next 20 minutes; talking about cool superhero stuff and the best ways to take out villains.

But sadly he had to go, and so did you.

So he bid his good bye and flew off, leaving you as a stuttering mess of excitment and the fact that you believed that it was all a dream.

You made your way to Victor and Rosa's place in a dreamed dazed at meeting captain everything, skipping and humming to yourself with a big smile playing on your lips.

You knocked on the door and Victor answered.

"Hi, Freddy's just up stairs if you need him" He stepped out of the way as you nodded, making you way up the stairs of the home and into Billy and Freddy's shared room.

Freddy was laying on his bed, looking tired as he mumbeled to himself about something when you walked in.

YOu threw yourself down beside him, which obviously made him jump.

You hugged his waist tightly; "Thank you thank you thank you so much" You said, kissing his cheek as he becomes very embarrsed.

"N-no problem... I bet he enjoyed his time with you very much" Freddy said, pulling you close as Darla and Billy watched from the door way.

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Thank you so much for the request and your patience, I really hope you all enjoyed it.

If their is any request you want the fit onto my request list then pleasse dont fear to send it in.

[snakeredbirdbatkatana]

I want badass everybody

Stalker Tim Drake who is an amazing detective who can solve a case without even trying who is running a business and kicking Ra in a chess game.

Dick Grayson who is acrobatic god and amazing martial artist who was the first and made Robin. Who knows leadership and bravery like no other.

Jason Todd who is a weapons king and can fight and think on his feet like nobody's business. Who is stealthy and who you can't hear coming. Is willing to do what it takes and is proud doing it.

Damian Wayne who is an amazing strategist awesome fighter and who is extremely intelligent and who is just as good as his brothers

Cassandra Wayne is the one who is all amazing at body language can take an enemy down in a second who is so sneaky she scares Alfred. She's amazing and is kicking everyone's ass.

Duke Thomas who is ruining crime in the day who's powers and abilities are unmatched who is fighting doing flips and is saving people is proud he is a meta human.

Bruce Wayne who is a furry and loves his kids and knows they are so much better than he can ever be.

Alfred who is an amazing marksman super spy and is keeping them all alive.

BAMF Batfamily

Let's not hate any of them they are all fucking awesome no anti anyone cause they are all amazing other than bitchman and his stupid furry costume no offense to furriers full offense to Batman.

[musicfeedsmysoul12]

Tiny Not Sober AUs for DC/DP to encourage my hyper fixation:

1) Jack Fenton is the time traveling clone/son of both Superman and Batman. An organization mixed their DNA. A scientist felt guilty about raising a baby to be a weapon so they stole the baby. Would have given them over to the heroes. Didn’t happen. Baby got lost in time to become Jack. He’s thrilled learning this when it comes out after the organization is exposed and the heroes look for the baby.

2) Okay so I read a fic where Maddie is the one gunho about dissection and stuff while Jack FREAKS out, saving his son. I wanna use that idea and have Jack discover Danny is Phantom when he was walks into the lab to find his wife HURTING THEIR KID. He stops her, learns everything, tries to help his son and is forced to knock Maddie out. He takes Danny and Jazz, running to Gotham to protect them because Jazz was also locked up because Maddie learned she is liminal. Jack meets a very nice man who runs a club he works as a bouncer for while keeping his kids safe. His kids were making friends and his boss was awesome about the fake ID stuff. Now if only that furry wasn’t breaking things at the club and his son’s ghost enemies didn’t follow him

3) I latched onto Jack. I don’t know why. But okay so Jack and Maddie get divorced after the portal thing because they found Danny going into it, freaked and Maddie didn’t take it well. Jack refuses to let her hurt him and divorces her. Her claiming her son is half ghost, evil and must be destroyed gets held up in court.

Then Phantom shit happens and everyone figures it out really early. Maddie is keeping the portal open and shit. I’m a little not sober as I write this so… I will expand later if asked. Jack decides he needs to call up his old friend from college he made before he got into ghosts: Barry Allen, forensics scientist. Why? “Oh he’s the Flash. The guy was BAD at hiding it. Like super bad.”

*proceeds to not see that Vlad is evil until Danny spells it out* “ah. Oh maybe it’s cause we dated.”

Cue record scratch and insanity.

4) Ellie out of nowhere rapidly gets sick. Trans!Danny needs to mix her DNA with someone else’s or she’ll die. He panics and uses a random DNA sample from the ghost zone cause there’s a ghost there with an obsession for science he was visiting. The DNA is of either: Tim or Dick.

Ellie gets deaged to newborn and Danny freaks out. Of course now he’s aware he needs to tell the other parent cause it’s be fucking rude otherwise. Luckily, he had slept with the other ‘parent’ long enough it fits. Danny has some help acting as if it was a pregnancy out of nowhere. As in ‘didn’t notice at all’. Mostly doctors help faking it and some illusions.

He then contacts the other dad.

Or: Ellie’s orb gets absorbed and now Danny has to give birth so he seduces the other person so Ellie can have two dads. Or he just has to find someone to do that with?!?

5) … I have a thing about pregnancy fics and kid stories but like: some rouge kidnaps trans!Danny cause his DNA was in the system after his parents had him and Jazz be put into it before he went ghost. Why? Cause Jack was worried that his connection to his cousin Clark would be discovered. Because Jack knew Clark was Superman and worried. (Also: this AU has the parents knowing from the get go cause I keep trying to find a fic like that, with good parents.)

But so like I did some bitty gritty research on this but fuck it its a world with ghosts and superheroes. I don’t care if it doesn’t match with reality. Danny’s DNA has him being riven to be a genetically compatible person to one of the bat kids. Like any child born from them would be the ‘perfect’ specimen or bled or whatever. So now Danny got snatched and pregnant and the Batfam saves him cause Jack calls up his cousin. They find out and it’s chaos.

6) Trans!Danny is the twin of Damian cause I’ve only seen it once but the sentance: you picked a name for yourself but go by another is stuck in my head and also the shenanigans of Damian learning his twin survived, is really a boy and all is fun. Bonus: Ellie is a baby so Damian is convinced he’s an uncle.

He’s not wrong.

[martyrbat]

ok here's the movies low-down:

Batman VS TMNT was very good. short. enjoyable. ninjas. Ra's. furries. etc. a lot of the other animated Batman flicks take heavy inspo from 2010s comics so of course they are terrible but this one was a nice departure.

the Tim Burton movies are very good and fun Tim Burton movies but they are weird/mildly frustrating Batman movies. Michael Keaton is great at making Bruce weird. turtleneck. the music. the art. Michelle Pfeiffer. (these are the pros) Bruce kills. the Joker is in it lots. kind of weird but not always good weird ? Tim Burton's blonde love interest fetish. (these are the cons)

Batman Begins ? dated. kind of a slog. but overall I liked it.

The Dark Knight + the third one of that trilogy... boring. didnt care. got rid of homoerotic bruharvey subtext. uninspired. overrated. etc. didnt even ever watch TDKR because I was so bored and didnt caresies.

I havent ever watch the Schumacher ones.. . they look camp but kind of boring. like it's a messy kind of camp. not the cunty kind of camp I've come to expect from Batman.

obsessed with this in depth run down....!! thank you!!! i would probably start with tmnt and animated because i love my silly goofy good times and i think batman 2022 will be my 'ill watch this in october maybe' movie (<- guy who hasnt sat down through a movie in over a year) and i think the only burton movie ive ever seen was the remake of charlie and the chocolate factory so i dont have much to draw on from there!

i know nothing about the plots of any of the others but i do think george clooney from the schumacher ones is so hot... i can deal with messy camp because i think that can be so fun if its a result of earnestness but if its from being boring and just poorly made out of lack of caring then all energy gets zapped out of it :(( and michael keaton is hot for forever with his cunty turtleneck but i only know him from white noise... the idea of a bruce that kills is. bad. and concerns me but also it has michelle pfeiffer which cancels out a lot of complaints i could have.... decisions decisions...

[themidnightcrimson]

One year ago today, on January 3rd, 2022, I posted my first fic on this account. And what a crazy year it has been! A year of immense horniness, community, soul connections, and even more horniness. I cannot put into words just how much I needed this community and how much you all have graced my life! From feverishly talking about Lizzie headcanons to spitting off Wanda fantasies we have, I have loved every second of being on this hellsite. To the silent readers to the frequent askers, I love you all and am so thankful! Here’s to a year of Crimson and another one to come!!!

And since it’s my one year anniversary here on Tumblr I just wanted to shout out the friends I’ve recently made here🥺

@maximotts You are the person who inspired me to create this blog and write on here! You are so brilliant and a true leader. You inspire me to be better everyday! 💖

@kitmoas I am so thankful that we FINALLY started messaging each other after both of us saying we wanted to be mutuals for so long but never were. You’re so beautiful and precious and special, and you don’t get to win this time bc it’s my post :) Keep being the sweet and cute little puppy you are, bubsie ❤️

@wandasbb You’re set out to bully me today but I’m still gonna say that you are such a gentle and kind human! You’re always so supportive to everyone around and that’s why you’re Grammy <3

@togrowoldinv I cannot fathom how much we are literally so alike, you’re my true soul connection and your presence is always so relaxing and humorous. Yankee hunters 4 lyfe🫶🏻

@thatsimplepoet Ree, your intellect always amazes me as well as the time you called me Crimselina Jolie. That forever boosted my ego and for that, I thank you. Enjoy your salad🫶🏻

@wandasdolly You’re such a biter and you’re also my child, you give the best chaotic energy I’ve ever seen and ily💕

@sidneyishere Sid. Oh, Sid. I love the fact that we can communicate with random, incoherent sentences. I always appreciate when you send me dank Garfield memes💘 (bye i oatmealed)

@didntalwayslookthisrough Elaina you are always so sweet to me!! You exude such a chill, gentle energy that I always relish in <3

@inkblot-inc Inky!! The amount of laughter you have given me these past weeks has been so enjoyable and much-needed. From your incessant yelling to your inappropriately timed inking, I love everything about you! Even though you are linear.

@furys-eyepatch Furry!! I adore your little Batman and I love that you always get excited to see my babies too🥺🥺

@wandasobsession MY MELON!!!! I adore you so so much and I absolutely love kicking your ass in 8 Ball bc you have definitely never beat me and I have always won <33

I LOVE ALL OF YOU AND EVERYONE ELSE THAT I’VE TALKED TO BUT I JUST HAVE A REALLY BAD MEMORY SO DON’T FEEL BAD IF I FORGOT YOU ❤️❤️❤️

[cdpdoodler]

hit the episode Tyger Tyger just now (I'm watching BTAS for the first time) and oh??? my god???? why the hell am I gonna have emotions like this over the anthro furry transformation Batman episode??

Dorian had a line about twenty years of work going down the drain. he also says that Tygrus is not his first attempt at a human/animal hybrids?? so even if we assume he meant slightly more than twenty years Tygrus is still probably barely 20 at most. he's like Dick's age. wtf. (I know he probably matured faster than a normal human would cause cat genetics but my god.) he refers to Dorian as his father, Batman assumes he was made in a test tube (and he's probably right) but even so like ???? did he raise him. how fast did he age. does he know how to read. he knows how to talk, what other skills did he learn from his father.

and then there's fucking Garth. who I think we're meant to assume was born human and forcibly altered, like Selina? he wears clothes. why does he get clothes but Tygrus doesn't 😭😭. it's also equally plausible that he was created as a monkey/human hybrid, no cat DNA whatsoever, since it is mentioned Dorian experimented on other primates before his retirement. but he's a lot more human-passing, a lot less feral than how Tygrus and even Selina in her half-cat form behave. who is he. where did he come from. I don't think he ever calls Dorian "father" and his design makes me think that he's closer to middle aged ?? was he just a guy?? why doesn't he grapple with his humanity. how long has he been working for Dorian. was it willingly?? is he just a furry hired goon that was down for whatever as long as he got to be monkey? Where did Batman take him. did he put him in prison. what is the ethical way to punish a half ape man criminal.

And then at the end??? Tygrus hands his father over to Batman bc he figures that Batman will help him?? and also opts to stay on the secluded island with the burning remains of his father's lab??? does he just live out the rest of his life as a wild animal? He's clearly capable of sentient thought. does he resent his humanity? does he resent his creator? Batman says Dorian has to be punished for his genetic crimes- do you think Tygrus sees himself as an affront to nature. does he have internalized furryphobia

jfc. I have so many questions. as far as I can tell from Google he was made for this show and only appeared in one episode and a spin off comic. what the hell. I hate it here.

[sexyinaratkindaway]

Illness, Illness, For Me You Are an Illness

Rating: E

Fandom: Batman

Pairing: Jonathan Crane/Edward Nygma

Tags: Bets & Wagers, Intoxication, first Times together, Introspection, Unresolved Romantic Tension, Massage, Frottage, Trans Edward Nygma, no beta we die like robins, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, tiny hint of plot, romance and lack thereof, Coming In Pants, Bodily Fluids, safe sex!! for once!!, Multiple Orgasms, Age Difference, Vaginal Fingering, Cunnilingus, Clothed Sex, edward nygma's DOGGIES! :3

Summary: A first time together. First of many, but they don't know it yet.

Ao3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/47126947

Was nothing easy?

Jonathan wasn’t supposed to be so stubborn about it.

They were just drinking, they were just enjoying themselves, they were just being friendly and having a drink at Pandora’s.

Why the screaming match, then?

It wasn’t even something worth having a screaming match over.

“Why are you so hung up on it? Sex is sex. It’s good when it’s good, but it is not better than good!”

“You just ain’t had good sex!”

He had no reason to be so pissed about it, no reason for the red in his cheeks, the rage in his heart.

They could have just disagreed and moved on! But no, Jonathan was stubborn and so was he, and God knew they were both so pissed over nothing at all, jumping at the chance to claw at each other’s throats.

“Prove it, then,” he resorted to saying, hands thrown in the air. This was stupid. “Prove it to me, how great sex can be, if you can.”

Jonathan scoffed, fingers tight around his glass.

“You couldn’t take me, kid.”

“You underestimate me, old man.”

They stood, then, at an impasse, staring each other in the eyes. 

For a fleeting moment, Edward imagined the lover the man in front of him could be. Selfish? Controlling? Violent, cruel?

The tie was broken when Jonathan gulped down the last of his whisky, and opened his mouth to speak again.

“Your place or mine?”

That left Edward off-balance.

“What?” “What, you want me to fuck you in this bar? Your place or mine?”

Oh.

He was serious.

His eyes were still and intense, staring right through Edward’s soul. Daring him to back down.

He couldn’t.

“Mine, obviously.” He said, a scoff on his lips, “I wouldn’t set foot in your house if I were dead.”

Jonathan laughed, faint. It was still them, through the buzz and the low warmth in their bellies.

- - - -

Jonathan fit through his doorway like he was made for it. He bent down, laid a hand on the Belgian shepherd’s soft, furry head, and she yipped out a bark of a greeting, looking just about ready to rise on her back paws and climb on top of him.

"Down, Maria." Edward tried to be stern. The dog ignored him, reaching to lap at Jonathan's cheek.

The man laughed.

Was it the alcohol, making him think these silly thoughts? He laughed like he belonged there. In the sanctum of privacy that was Edward's house. He hadn't looked around. Hadn't mentioned the conspicuous absence of green. The meticulous tidiness, bordering on aseptic.

He'd bent over his dogs to scritch them behind the ears, giggling like a teenager.

Edward watched, silent.

Was it silly to feel as if he was intruding? In his own home?

Jonathan raised his gaze to set it on him, and suddenly he felt naked, in his jeans and linen t-shirt and blazer, craving the safety of a domino mask and white sclera lenses, and question mark checked fabric, and the heady weight of a sharp golden cane in his hand.

The man rose slowly on his knees, a pained breath hissing out his throat as he did, and closed the few steps over to be face to face with Edward. Close. 

He had that crooked grin on, that stretched notched lips over dangerous teeth, only reserved for hapless victims in the wrong place at the wrong time, that prickle at the back of Edward’s neck that told him he was about to be torn to pieces and devoured.

Instead, he brought a hand to cup Edward’s cheek, rough and liquor-warm. He felt himself lean into it, despite everything; his eyes slipped closed, before he could remember himself and snap them open, to fix an unimpressed glare on the good doctor.

“Well?” He asked, “Do you think endearing yourself to my dogs counts as sex? Because, so far, I’m not feeling it.”

He chuckled, low and rumbly, fingers flexing perfectly around his smooth face like they belonged there. 

“Not really.” A low mutter, as blue-grey eyes fluttered over his features. “Can I kiss you?”

That was interesting. It was unexpected. Since when did that man ask for permission?

He didn’t answer. Just leaned forwards, lifted himself just slightly on the rubber soles of his sneakers until their lips just met.

Jonathan’s mouth was warm, lips dry, a bit chapped, and Edward couldn’t find it in himself to complain or act huffy because now there were two hands cradling his face and curling around his nape, pulling him in close, and weren’t they silly, standing in the middle of his living room, kissing on closed lips. He took a shuffling step closer, tucked his arms between Jonathan’s, and tilted his head, impatience swirling low in his belly.

The fucker chuckled against his mouth, and then a warm tongue was tracing the loose seal of his lips, a seal quickly broken open.

He tasted of smoke, and warm whiskey, and terrible decisions.

Hands made the slow descent down his sides, too far away through heavy wool and flimsy linen, just as he wrapped his arms around Jonathan’s neck, brought him closer, closer, closer. He could feel his shithead sneer against his lips, and didn’t even care when it morphed into a low, pleased hum.

When they came up for air, Edward's head was spinning with the lack of oxygen, and Jonathan, eyes dark and manic and spit-slick lips, was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen.

Together, they shrugged off Edward's blazer, leaving it in a sorry heap on the floor, and Jonathan's cold hands somehow felt lewder groping him through light linen than they would have touching his bare skin, pinching his sides, drumming along his spine, hungry and impatient, and now there were teeth on his neck.

"You–"

He bit his lip. He couldn’t let his haste get the better of him.

This isn't just swindling some rich old bastard out of money and power in exchange for getting his dick wet, remember?

The whole point of this thing was that he wouldn't get overexcited, wouldn't get eager. He had a point to prove.

He didn't even know why he was quivering at the thought of having Jonathan in his bed; it never happened with anyone else.

A young little voice whispered inside his head, 17 again and too hungry for his own good, But we've wanted him for a while, unlike all the others.

Tsk. Semantics and childhood crushes.

A suckling pressure on his jugular shook him from his reverie, light pinpricks of teeth on delicate, dark skin. Jonathan was bent down at the knees, trying to tuck his face in the crook under Edward’s chin and get his mouth in there. That could not be good on his joints.

In the heat of the moment, he didn’t even consider that there might be marks left in his lover’s wake.

He just cradled his cheeks with both hands and pulled him up till their lips crashed together again. It was almost scary how easy their lips fit together, how good it felt to share whisky and smoke on a breath.

He took a step back, hands still on Jonathan, and he took a step forwards, following him.

The walk back to Edward’s bedroom was slow and stumbling, but it was worth it to never stop kissing. 

He felt himself reach a hand behind him to fumble at a door handle to turn it open, felt himself stumble backwards under Jonathan’s relentless lips, and yet was still surprised when his legs made contact with his bed and he fell back on it, kiss broken and heavy air finally filling his panting lungs.

Jonathan didn’t follow him on the bed. He stayed on his feet, though leaning over Edward, staring down at him with something haunted in his pretty blue eyes; Edward suddenly felt naked. Nevermind that he was still fully dressed. He still had his shoes on, for fuck’s sake.

As if to resolve that cognitive dissonance, he brought his hands to the fly of his jeans, fingers fumbling around the button.

Slender hands laid on his, pulling them away from the denim. Almost reverently, he lifted them to his lips, laid a feather light kiss on too-broken knuckles.

“None of that just yet,” he said, low, with a faint smile. “Why, are you in a hurry?”

It wasn’t an accusation in his voice, per se. No malice in it.

Edward huffed, as if offended.

“I’m not.” He sounded defensive even to his own ears.

“All the same, I’d rather we’re not here all night.”

“Should’ve thought of that before challenging me to fuck you.”

He bent down over Edward to lay one last, feather-light kiss on his lips, and knelt on the ground at his feet.

Quick fingers untied the laces of his white sneakers, carefully loosened them until the shoes could slip off his feet, one and then the other, ran along his ankles to pull off his dark socks; he acted as if the legs he was touching were those of a holy relic, a statue of a merciful saint. It felt significant, somehow.

 He got up, and Edward looked up at him, trying to look unaffected.

“How will you have me?” he asked.

“Lay face down for me, would ya?”

Finally. They could stop looking each other in the eyes and just get this over with.

Edward turned around to lay on his belly and rest his face on his arms, expecting the tell-tale, familiar pull of his trousers being tugged down.

Instead, broad hands settled on his shoulders. Fingers flexed, as if testing the territory they were exploring, palms pressed down at either side of the base of his nape; Jonathan rubbed down along his spine with his fingers and knuckles, slowly making his way down, from his nape to the little dimples above his ass, and then slowly up again. He kneaded his delts and shoulder blades, and Edward could feel his heavy touch almost struggle against tense muscles.

“Relax,” the good doctor murmured behind him, “You’re tenser than a coiled rattlesnake.”

Hard to stay tense and angry, when those big hands, love-warm, were smoothing away all the knots in his sore muscles like a charm. He just melted down in a puddle on the bed, face hidden in his arms, letting Jonathan work his body expertly; he had to hide, else Jonathan caught a whiff of the low, little, pleasured noises escaping his throat.

Shit, came to him, suddenly, thunder on a clear day, eyes open in the dark of his arms and his pillow, What does the winner of this stupid bet even get in the end? We didn't decide on that, did we?

He didn’t have much time to entertain that line of thought, because Jonathan was pressing down the low of his back with both hands, forcing his spine to arch and his muscles to flex back into place; Edward groaned too loud, and felt his face grow warm when a low chuckle shifted the air behind him.

“Good boy,” Jonathan was saying, “Just like that. Let go.”

God, fuck him, he didn’t want to let go. It would just be the first step towards barreling defeat.

And he was such a sore loser.

Finally there were hands under his shirt. They skirted along the lightweight hem, and slipped inside. They were cold, but it was pleasant against his heated skin, the slow drag of flesh on flesh kneading him loose, the soft rustle of fabric being bunched up and away.

He could feel Jonathan’s eyes on his skin, boring holes in the derma until he could stare down at his muscles and bones and tender organs.

The man leant down to lay a kiss on the freshly uncovered canvas, high between his shoulder blades, and Edward felt himself shiver. More kisses, peppered along his freckles, following the lines of purple ink marking him.

His voice again, much closer than before, a wisp of air by his ear.

“That’s it. Thank you.”

Edward’s arm snapped into action, moving back to grip at Jonathan’s nape and pull him into a searing kiss, uncomfortable though it was to lift himself and twist and turn. It ended as quick as it had begun, but Edward had felt his lover’s grin against his lips all the same.

“You smug bastard.”

“You love it.”

“We’ve only just begun,” muttered Edward, helping Jonathan pull off his shirt, “Plenty of time for things to go downhill from here.”

Jonathan laughed, and then the laughter slowly fizzled out in his throat, eyes roving along his now bare back, masked only by his intricate web of inked circuitry.

Edward heard him mutter something, and there were lips on his skin again, tongue and teeth torturing his shoulders and nape, just as hands took their place again on his lower back, keeping him still, pressed against a pair of slender hips—somewhere along the way, Jonathan had climbed on the bed, straddling his thighs—and a tell-tale hardness, too big to simply be a phone in the man’s pocket.

"Someone's overexcited…" Edward muttered.

"Don't worry about it." Jonathan said back, cutting.

Interesting.

With one last slow, long, luxurious rub of his back, hands big and rough spanning up the golden expanse and to his shoulders, Jonathan pulled on his left shoulder in a silent request, and the tangle of their limbs was unwoven for a moment as Edward turned back around to face him.

Even that simple action was made difficult by his loose limbs. He felt more unwound than he had been in… well. In a long time, that's for sure. And the man had never even brushed him below the belt.

He did look good, nestled between his thighs, eyes roving over his bare chest like he couldn't decide what part of the luxurious banquet he wanted to start from. 

Eventually, his hands found Edward's jean-clad thighs, long fingers wrapping securely around his hips and pulling until their bodies were pressed together.

Close like this, he could feel, clear as day, Jonathan’s arousal against his own growing excitement. They slotted together like perfect puzzle pieces, and Edward shifted, testing their contact. 

God, he was big. Felt big, through four layers of cotton and denim and denim and cotton.

Slowly, Jonathan rolled his hips, tentative.

Oh, that crushing pressure… Edward’s eyelids fluttered closed, hands twisting in silky sheets as if to hold himself back from any untoward movement. Didn’t stop his legs from twitching in Jonathan’s grasp to wrap around his slim hips; try and bring him impossibly close. 

It was fine. Jonathan caught his drift anyway. He lifted Edward’s thighs further, leant down over him, dug his knees in the mattress, all to give himself more leverage to grind into Edward. The two of them moved in tandem, heads thrown back, groans bubbling out their throats; Jonathan tilted his head down to look at the golden expanse of Edward’s neck, offered up and vulnerable, and instinct took over thought as he leant down to fit his head under his lover’s chin.

Sharp teeth sank in tender flesh; Edward thrashed against warm restraints of flesh and blood, his arms jumped around his assailant’s shoulders, legs finally wrapping—though with some difficulty, still held firmly in Jonathan’s hands—around that lean, muscled back, pulled them impossibly close and their hips grinding impossibly harsh, denim on denim.

“Fuck,” he heard himself whisper, composure all but gone, and he felt Jonathan shudder against the warm gust of breath by his ear, moved, despite all his bravado, all his appearance of detached control, to something wanting and animal, same as him.

Jonathan kept rutting into the warm place between his legs, and Edward kept letting him, hands fisted in the thick flannel he was still wearing, annoyingly buttoned up to the second button and only granting the faintest occasional glimpse of a pale collarbone.

He could come like this.

It was stunning.

Other men could barely get him wet with full use of their dicks and fingers and mouths—when they bothered to care about his pleasure at all—and this goddamned hick with a too-sharp mouth and a shit-eating look in seemingly always stern eyes was bringing him over the edge by rutting into him, still all dressed like they were teenagers shoving a quickie in at the end of a date, trying to get their frisk on and back home before curfew hit.

Instead of, you know, two grown adults having sex in the comfort and safety of one of their homes.

He felt himself muttering, nails dug in Jonathan’s nape under the curtain of his hair, slurred encouragements, felt his hips twitch in response to his good doctor’s thrusting, trying to meet him and follow his movements as if wanting their bodies to meld into one entity, writhing and groaning and sticky and hot.

“Jonathan,” he muttered, close in his ear, “Jonathan,” more of a wheezed out groan, and stopped in his tracks at his questioning hum. 

Was he going to say it? Throw down the towel, admit defeat, crumble so easily under his lover’s ministrations?

No. 

What he did was turn his head to bite at the soft patch of skin behind Jonathan’s ear, revel in the feeling of his teeth sinking in.

Jonathan groaned like the wounded animal he was, and there was a hand around Edward’s throat, slamming him back down against the mattress.

The impact didn’t hurt, but Edward wheezed out a surprised gasp anyway, eyes focusing on his partner, bleary as they were, a silent question.

Jonathan chuckled.

Gave one slow, long, luxurious thrust, grinding his hips deep and hard against Edward’s, and both men groaned.

“Not like this,” he said, low and alluring, voice dropped an octave and rough with arousal.  “Take those off.”

His eyes were  sharp, steely, roaming down the length of Edward’s soft body to go stare at the golden buttons of his trousers.

Slowly, sheepishly almost under that fiery scrutiny, he brought his hands to his jeans, that earlier he was so eager to remove; he undid his buttons one by one, fingertips shaking, and together they pulled his jeans away in a sorry heap on the floor, leaving him in nothing but a pair of dark grey briefs, soaked.

Jonathan, above him, licked his lips.

He’d never felt this desired in his life.

Fingers, suddenly, circling his hips, his sex, as if shy to touch him, and then they were on him.

Oh, those fingers.

They rubbed a slow, long circle on his throbbing cunt, brushing luxuriously against his stiff cock, enough to force him to swallow down a moan, as if he hadn’t debased himself enough already that night.

Jonathan started on a rhythm, deep and slowly inexorable. Long circles that rubbed his lips the most delicious way, cock nestled in the crook of his thumb, only cotton separating too-warn skin.

Edward gripped his forearm, by instinct. He didn’t know if he’d done it because he wanted it to stop or he wanted more. As things stood, his hand just lay, tense and trembling, over Jonathan’s quickening arm.

It was ridiculous how quick it went. Later, he’d blame the alcohol. One moment he was biting his lip, trying to still his hips from twitching of their own accord; the next, he was scratching indents in Jonathan’s skin, urging him to move faster, harder, more, a litany of moans leaving his lips, and the next still, he was coming, eyes screwed shut and white behind his eyelids, muscles seizing up.

He slumped back down on the mattress, strength leaving his bones, head flopping to the side to catch his breath.

His lover was still keyed up like a young man on his first fuck. At 56.

“Show me,” Jonathan muttered, low, stuttering, feverish, “Let me see you.”

He was staring at him, at his face, red and flustered with desire, but Edward knew what he wanted; he’d lifted his hips away.

Slowly, he  hooked his thumbs in the stretchy waistband of his briefs and pulled them down; but before he could slip them off his thighs, a slender hand wrapped around his wrist.

Oh, Jonathan was staring.

He pulled the hem towards him with a finger, as if to see better, eyes hungry for the milky, watery residue inside the fabric, strings stretching between wet skin and damp cotton. Edward, impatient, cheekbones dark with the shame of his own sticky arousal, tried to push the garment down and off; Jonathan’s fingers around his wrists stopped him in his tracks.

“Wait,” he said, drawl colouring the word into a single slurred sound, voice rough, “wait.”

With not another word, Jonathan leant down and buried his face in the damp, hot space between his cunt and his underwear.

Edward couldn’t really see what was happening, but he could imagine it, behind his head of dark hair; and then he didn’t have to, because Jonathan leaned back, fingertips still hooked in his waistband to give him a good look at the action, and went back to work lapping his spunk away from the soaked fabric.

Something about seeing Jonathan between his knees, bent over him, licking away milky and clear fluids from his briefs, was very alluring.

His hands found Jonathan’s hair, fisting in dark locks, heavy and a bit greasy, but it didn’t matter, not when Jonathan followed his hands like second nature, when his piercing blue eyes were now set on his face, at once steely with purpose and wavering with lust, and Edward knew he’d lost.

“Please,” he whispered, hoarse, “please touch me more.”

Jonathan grinned, a feral dog that'd found its carrion meal.

“Your wish is my command.”

Off came the briefs, crotch stained dark with wetness and spit; now all that was covering Edward’s body were Jonathan’s nimble hands around his hips.

As a rule, Edward wasn't embarrassed about his body; not the delicate lattice of purple ink taking the shape of a lacy circuit board shawl covering his shoulders; not his soft belly and too-wide hips; not his scars, be they old gunshots or stabbings or ancient, beloved surgeries; not the coarse patch of curly hair that drew a line down his belly button, or the puffy pink cock and flowery, jagged labia that hair hid.

And now, especially, there was no reason to be shy: Jonathan had seen him naked plenty: at both of their worst, gaunt and overmedicated and bruised, one wrist chained to cold Arkham showers walls. Still, never like this, never focused intently on him like he was the only thing in the room, the only man on the planet, looking through skin and muscle and bone into his very essence like he wanted to devour his soul.

He sensed his discomfort, maybe, or perhaps it was his own hunger that made him lean that sharp face in the sweaty crook of his throat once again and breathe in musky air and hormones, tongue darting out to lap at sticky damp skin, following the soft guidance of Edward’s fingers tangled in his hair up and up until they were biting into each other’s mouths, tongues over sharp rows of teeth, sounds melting together into a single chorus of destructive desire. Jonathan panted in Edward’s mouth, veneer cracking, bursting at the seams with badly concealed desire, and maybe there was a way to tilt this thing back in Edward’s favour, somewhere and somehow, underneath the black shifting currents of unhinged-jaws want, if only he could find it in himself to spit out the water in his lungs and swim.

Instead, he licked in Jonathan’s mouth, fingers stuttering as he slowly undid his flannel shirt, button by excruciating button, one-handed. He felt his lover grin against his lips, and cut any sharp remark short by biting into his lower lip till he felt coppery blood on his tongue.

Jonathan snapped away with a pained snarl, and still went back to nuzzling Edward’s cheek, nose buried in the soft juncture of cheekbone and ear, dragging blood across his chin in a gruesome mark of possession. He kissed the tender skin there, and lower where jaw met skull, and his jaw; then, teeth, sharp as vengeance, just below his ear where everyone could see it.

Edward hissed, fingers tightening against Jonathan's scalp, and then another bite just past the first one, kissing at the edge of his Adam's apple, before he could complain about marks left for everyone’s eyes. He pulled him away then, held by his hair a hair’s breadth from Edward’s lips, and he was looking down at them, something in his eyes blazing warm and fiery. He was as affected as Edward himself, despite it all, and it showed, in his eyes, the quiver of notched lips, the stiff arousal pressing against Edward’s thigh, trapped in a denim prison; and the ragged heaving of his now bare chest, pale and gaunt, shining silver under the moonlight, a tantalising strip of naked flesh between gently moving, dark cotton.

Edward felt his resolve soften then, eyes raking over sensitive skin, covered in gooseflesh. Slowly, gently, as if dealing with an easily spooked dog, wild and too-oft wronged, he brought his face closer, hand still tangled in dark and greying hair, guiding him gently on his own mouth in a kiss, slow and deep, felt the creature melt against him back into a man, a pleased hum escaping their locked lips, and hands tighten around his waist.

Edward’s hands let go of Jonathan’s hair, his nape; they made their gentle way down his shoulders to help him shrug the garment off, in a sorry, bloody heap, stark against light grey linens. Jonathan sighed against his lips, content.

Something had shifted in the air. Something alien and exciting and new floating around their bodies, melding into one, lulling them into a drunkenness that didn’t stem from drink.

Jonathan’s head dipped low again, to press his lips under his throat, and then against a jutting collarbone to lap at bright ink and salty skin.

His nose pressed against the stark middle of his chest, nuzzling at the script inked there, lapping gently where pecs met belly, and then lower, and lower, until he was breathing in the heady musk of him, nose buried in the line of curly hair that started at his belly button and led to the prize he’d been skirting around all night.

Somewhere along their games, Edward's arousal had climbed back up a dangerous ladder, clouding his brilliant brain with thoughts of talented fingers and a dangerous tongue and lust-addled, smouldering eyes staring into his from a comfortable nook between his golden thighs.

Edward watched, mesmerised, as lithe hands brushed back Jonathan's hair from where it was stuck on his forehead, in long sweeping gestures into a long cascade behind his head. From a pocket of his jeans, a black little hair tie was produced, and in a matter of moments that long hair, addictive in its salt-and-pepper, russet darkness, was neatly packaged into a perfect little ponytail.

Then, suddenly, those hands on his thighs, powerful in their slender, unassuming elegance, spreading his legs wide open and perfectly still. Edward forgot himself, for a moment, hands reaching down to… do something. He wasn’t really sure what. So he settled on carding his fingers through that carefully tied back hair, mussing it into a pretty frame for that pretty flushed face. 

Under his hands, Jonathan's eyes slipped shut, a long sigh shaking his shoulders, fingers loosening around his legs. 

For a while, they stood, just like that, softly enjoying each other's closeness in the quiet silence of night.

Then Jonathan tilted and turned, to finally lay his lips on the meaty inner part of Edward's thighs, he kissed, he suckled, he bit, tongue laving over goosebumps and warm skin, eyebrows knitted together over closed eyes as if carefully enjoying a delicious meal after years of bitter starvation.

And then, finally, his warm breath was coating Edward's slick, puffy sex in humid air. His tongue, wet and warm, met against the turgid head of Edward's cock, dipping low between his lips to taste at his slickness, before his mouth wrapped around him. Edward seized around his lover, curling up around him, breath punched out of his lungs in a silent wheeze just as Jonathan started sucking, gentle pressure and intolerable wet heat around his abused flesh, making him writhe into beautiful shapes, contorted by sharp, panting pleasure.

His lover was single-minded in his focus, and Edward found himself idly going back to the times they’d worked together, the scant moments he’d been allowed in the man’s lab with him in it.

Never to watch him work. Jonathan was as jealous of his work as one would a lover. But for final touches, decantings, fleeting conversations on the most aerodynamic shapes for glass projectiles full of liquid, and Edward watching his steely eyes and unflinching hands as they fashioned instruments of intimate torture.

Was this anything like what Jonathan made in his lab?

He surely seemed to enjoy it in the same visceral, animal way.

Sex made him more creature-like; the vicious glint in his eyes matched by a high, joyous flush in his cheeks, clacking of teeth, a tremble in his fingers he didn’t allow himself while handling dangerous chemicals.

Edward keened under the assault of that talented tongue, exploring him with cruel curiosity and unwinding him into the same shapeless puddle his hands on his back had, only a few short minutes earlier.

How long had it been since he’d laid face down on his bed, again?

Felt like hours. Probably calling it an hour was generous.

Jonathan did something particularly clever inside him, tongue curling around the swell of his cock like an embrace, and there were electric shocks travelling down his forearms and through the circuits inked on his fingers, tight on heavy hair. He did that again and again, uncaring of the groaning song tumbling out of Edward’s lips, and held him firm when he came for the second time, tasting his pleasure straight from the source.

Slowly, dark fingers disentangled from dark hair, lost their fierce grip in favour of something almost loving, the kind of petting, awed and timid, you’d offer a very large, very dangerous kitty.

It dawned lazily on Edward’s pleasure-addled brain that Jonathan was still securely wearing his jeans. Hadn’t even undone the fly to relieve some pressure, laying with his cheek on a damp-skin thigh, breath heavy like he’d just run a marathon.

“Where you breathing at all, during that?” Edward heard himself ask, a grating, used edge to his voice, hypocritical in his own quickness of breath, and Jonathan laughed, hoarse.

“Didn’t need breathin’. Had a job to do.”

That definitely startled a laughter out of Edward’s chest, something like fondness settling in in its place.

“Oh, so you’d just be willing to die between my thighs, if push came to shove?”

“For sure. Better than dyin’ alone and forgotten in some ditch, at any rate.”

“How morbidly flattering.” Edward carded Jonathan’s hair from his forehead, thumbed down at slick lips to stop himself from grabbing his face to kiss him. “I’ll keep it in mind, if I ever plan to kill you.”

“So now what,” Jonathan worked his mouth, jaw probably sore, “I’ll have to be on my toes every time you proposition me for sex, waitin’ to kill me? That’s hot.”

Kiss, kiss, kiss on the meat of Edward’s thigh, and Jonathan’s lips came away slick and shiny, and then he rose up to go kiss his lips. Edward tasted himself on his lover’s mouth. The two of them kissed and kissed, slender hands travelling the bronze expanse of Edward’s bare skin just as rough, dark fingers explored what little was bared of Jonathan, to hook in his jeans belt loops and pull their hips flush together until it was denim on skin, Jonathan’s clothed erection clashing cruel and itchy against Edward’s bare, slick cunt, enough to make his toes curl, draw hissing sounds of pain and pleasure out their lips.

Jonathan was definitely more affected than he looked; his slender hips stuttered outside of his control, seeking contact and friction, and every movement of his made Edward gasp and his cunt twitch and his legs quiver, and that made Jonathan hiss and his hips piston forward, and fuck, Edward could have come again just like this, Jonathan's moans in his ear and the imprint of his denim-clad cock against his oversensitive cunt. Jonathan seemed not too far off, either.

Was this how the night ended? After all this infuriating pleasure, would Edward not even get to experience Jonathan's cock, hips pistoning inside him until every thrust felt like a stab, made him bleed? But with how wet and open he felt, there probably would have been no blood. Infuriatingly.

But no, Jonathan pulled away, hands tight on Edward’s hips to bring him back up to his lips.

“Wait,” Edward said, falling over the word, “Again? I’m…”

What was he? Not ready? Oversensitive? Overwhelmed?

“What,” Jonathan asked, light, ghosting close to his shivering cunt, “You thought I was gonna be satisfied after one? Fat chance. Say stop and I’ll stop. Otherwise, you’re in for the long haul.” He lifted his head. “Want me to stop?”

Despite his burning cheeks, Edward shook his head no, and Jonathan grinned. 

"Good," he said. 

Then he dove back down, tongue resuming its relentless work on too-sensiitive skin. Despite ample anticipation, Jonathan’s slow slow movements, it was still a surprise when he touched him first, a gasp worming its way out Edward’s throat, half-pained. He reached down to grasp at Jonathan’s hair, a mean, faint little voice in the back of his head really wanted to pull on that ponytail and see what noises he could wring out of his doctor. He carded his fingers through silky hair, once, twice, before his hand closed around the hair tie, careful when he pulled. Though light, the touch had its intended effect; a moan vibrated against Edward’s skin, made him moan in kind; Jonathan followed his hand as it pulled him away from his slick cunt, shiny lips ajar, twitching as if craving the phantom feeling of scorching, fluttering skin. He looked up at Edward, eyes hazy, and Edward couldn’t bear to look at him like that, torn between wanting to kiss him and wanting to push him back down on his cunt.

His choice was made harder by fingers snaking around his sex, and then breaching him easily, road paved by slickness and sloppy desire, and those rough fingers inside him were just so much, so much, so much, rubbing against his walls like some sort of excruciating, delicious torture, and Edward pulled Jonathan up by his hair to swallow his moan, fingers wavering. They kissed, and kissed, lips ajar, overcome by sensation as they were; his hips were twitching and he knew Jonathan’s were, as well, seeking relief against the mattress, and he couldn’t take it anymore, not when Jonathan was panting against his lips oh-so-prettily, basically begging for some sort of relief and yet still too proud to want to focus on anything but fingering Edward into endless oblivion. It became a race, then; either Jon made him cum, or he managed to pop the button of his jeans, pull down the zipper, slink his hand in his tented boxers to fish him out.

Fuck, fuck, he was scorching hot in his hand.

“Christ,” he heard himself muttering, and you know it’s bad when you’re calling on gods of other denominations, “Christ, Jon, you’re so big,”

Whatever he was going to say was rudely interrupted by the fingers inside him crooking into a new shape, terrible and lovely, a thumb seeking his dick to make him come.

Jonathan didn’t let him catch his breath, slumped against his skin to mouth wet shapes, even as his fingers slowly slipped out to go wrap around his cock, slick as they were with Edward’s pleasure, and it was truly a hypnotic sight, Jonathan’s long, perfect dick growing slick and shiny with Edward’s watery spunk, mixing with pearly pre with every artful swipe of his thumb, and God, Jonathan was doing it on purpose just to rile him up and it was working because Edward could feel himself throbbing again, through the aftershocks of his orgasm, and he needed him inside now. 

Jonathan seemed to agree, if the frantic hands shoving his pants and underwear off was anything to go by, and suddenly they were both naked in the night, ravenous with biting need. Edward stroked him, hand trembling with anticipation, and finally Jonathan was showing himself for the rabid animal that he was, seeking sensation like air, groaning against his skin. He was desperate; he wanted this just as much, if not more than Edward did; sweet vindication, denying him relief and listening to his muffled whines, after a night spent melting under his fingertips. A tepid hand cupped his cheek, another curled around his own on Jonathan’s cock, and, belatedly, idly, he wondered about condoms. Should use those, probably. In the heat of the moment, the exhilarating newness of learning a body so familiar in such novel ways, he’d forgotten about the fact that he didn’t know Jonathan, not really. Who knew where that dick he was squeezing oh so lovingly between his fingers had been. The thought didn’t make him want to suck him off any less, which was kind of worrying, and he stamped the idea away with teeth on Jonathan’s neck.

“Condom?” he said, low, rising in a question, and Jonathan scrambled a hand in the pocket of his forgotten jeans, to pull a foil packet from his wallet, rip it open with his teeth, hands too sticky to get any meaningful grip on the plastic. Together they managed to roll it on, laughter faint on their lips, like teenagers on their first, illicit love, and Edward watched, mesmerised, as Jonathan dipped his head low to spit on his cockhead, slicking the rubber shiny with his fist. For a few agonising seconds they stood, watching Jonathan’s fist rise and dip around his cock, wet with spit and the remnants of Edward’s orgasms, breaths bated in their chests.

“Jonathan,” Edward muttered, “If you don’t put that thing in me now, I’ll kick you out of my house and take care of it myself.”

Jonathan grinned, huffed out an amused sound; all the same, he crowded against him, let his cock brush and dip between slick folds, frotted against Edward’s flushed cockhead until they were both dizzy with it, until Edward reached a feverish hand down to wrap around him and guide him inside. The tip breached him, and they both gasped, seeking each other in the wake of burning, novel sensation. 

“God,” Jonathan said, stilted, low enough that Edward felt it more than heard it, “Fuck. Edward… You’re so good to me.” It was a slurred together mess of words more than a sentence, tender and low and precious and far more than Edward could ever handle hearing. Tomorrow, they’d forget those words were ever said. Tomorrow they’d blame it on the liquor. Tonight, Edward was delirious enough to believe him.

Their dance was stilted, novel, somehow joyous in the stubborn silence of their minds. Jonathan’s hands gripped Edward’s thighs like a lifeline, and Edward wrapped his legs around his lover’s waist as if willing him trapped forever in his embrace, and Jonathan, root-planted Jonathan with his ashy smell of soot and ozone and damp earth, too-sharp scissors ready to clip Edward’s primaries away, willingly let himself be led and trapped and caged in Edward’s skin, nosed at his throat like seeking the cage of his lover’s ribs, like wishing to squeeze in among lungs and heart and shaking trachea.

Their hips met, and met, and met; it was hard to understand who was moving and who was still, anymore, and maybe it was better that way. Mutually assured destruction and all that. Their hands moved at once to reach between their legs, and Jonathan pulled away first when he realised they had the same objective, looked down with something delirious and unhinged in his eyes at Edward’s dark fingered hand on his cock, thumbing at it; then up at his face, just to catch the way his lips fell slack and his eyes shuddered closed, just to enjoy the warm sigh on his cheek.

“C’mon,” he said, “Come. Come for me, darlin’, be good for me. I wanna see it."

Edward desperately wanted to be good for him. He’d unpack that later. Right now, all he wanted was to come undone under his lover’s eyes. He fluttered his fingers around his cock, sent shocks up and down his spine, and it took little more than Jonathan’s feverish murmuring of filth against his skin to send him careening off the edge again, fluttering around Jonathan’s cock.

Jonathan muffled a groan in his neck, because he’d felt it, of course he’d felt it, and now that all around him was addictive, welcoming, winking damp heat, he’d lost all semblance of a rhythm, seeking the relief he’d denied himself all night until he was howling out his pleasure. There would probably be bruises all over the back of Edward’s thighs tomorrow, but right now, the sheer relief of finality overrode all other feelings; he watched Jonathan pull out, take off the condom to tie it off, dump it in the little wastepaper bin by his bed; he didn’t even have it in him to be pissed about tainting his recycling, because Jonathan flopped next to him, laid an arm on his belly as if loathing the promise of having to stop touching him. They stood for a brief moment, just enjoying each other’s warmth.

“Had fun?” 

Edward did not deign that with a response, and that, apparently, was response enough for Jonathan.

“So does that mean I win?”

“Yeah. Ha-ha. You won the bet. That’s great for you, Jonathan.” Edward muttered, flat.

His eyes were closed, eyelids heavy; he felt himself slip into nothingness, until a soft click resounded in the air, gunshot-loud, and the acrid smell of gas. He opened an eye to look at his partner.

Fucker was lighting himself a cigarette. In his bed.

He elbowed him in the ribs, and the man almost dropped the cigarette from his lips.

“Not in my bed. Go out on the balcony.”

God, his voice was shot.

Jonathan took pity on him, all the same, and rose from the bed, slow and careful, old bones creaking, to make his way to the French door that separated the warm bedroom from chilly March night; he went out and left it open, no modesty or shame about his naked form.

His cigarette was the only pinprick of warm light, in a vast sea of black and silver shine raining on his head.

Edward stood still, watching him smoke from afar. Something stirred inside him that he didn’t quite like; warm and quivery, low in his belly. Before he could examine it any more, a soft rasping on the bedroom door claimed his attention.

Right. 

They probably were still awake, with all the noise he’d made.

He rose to go open the door, and two fluffy, furry masses made their way in, tails wagging, nuzzling into their owner. Edward chuckled, fingers tight on their collars.

“Hi Maria, hi Rita… sorry to worry you with all that racket.”

The dogs didn’t seem worried much, now that they were with him again. 

Rita noticed their guest first, cream furred muzzle aimed at the window. She barked, once, but it was a joyful sound. She knew Jonathan. She liked that man.

It took all of Edward’s strength to hold her back by the collar.

Behind his eyelids, he could see it, clear as day; Jonathan, grinning, that way he did when he thought nobody could see, hands buried in his dogs’ fur, laughing as they kissed him hello like he belonged there.

No, no. 

He thought of something else. One hundred and forty pounds of combined dog weight toppling him past the too-low balcony handrail. A ten story drop. His limp body, spine crushed like a can on damp concrete.

Jonathan had finished his cigarette and made his way back inside; he was staring at him, and backlit in moonlight as he was, his expression was hard to read.

“See something you like?” said Edward, eyes firm on his face. 

“You scared I’m gonna steal your dogs, or somethin’?” Jonathan said, in lieu of an answer.

“Oh, I’m not scared you’ll steal them,” he snorted, “I’m scared you’re going to leave my house and they will follow you out the door of their own volition.”

The man barked out a laugh.

"Y'know, that's fair. Can't do nothin' about that, though."

[ilikedyourablogithere]

My Dislyte Favorite 2022 Awards

I liked alot of stuff so this will be a while

Favorite Character Award: Falken

He looks like a batman villain/ kakashi/ Iori yagami and a Yugioh character mixed into one intimadating look guy but in actuality...he’s just a bit awkward and get misunderstood from time to time but he’s good people.

His story of having to rely on himself to support his family regardless of what was thrown at him is very admirable and you can’t help but want to root for him but then he meet Sander and finally made a friend and he learns to rely on others instead of doing everything himself and then wants to go out and do the same for others. And even though he has lost his friend it didn’t stop him from forging his own sense of justice and continues to move forward. He is a very interesting character to me and I look forward to whatever happens to him

Also he has laser beams, revenge energy stealing eye powers and he can turn into and summon a falcon! how cool is that

Best Boy Award: Lewis

I’ve always been a fan of boxer characters if a game has one I gotta use ‘em and Lewis is no exception. But what really hooked me on him is his wanting to do right by the people in his life. Even when his sister left to go the bad guys side he isn’t trying to drag her back by force or anything, he’s just being a big brother and showing her a good example (whether she’s paying attention is a whole different issue). He got good friends around him like Bardon, Tang Xuan and Li Ling as well as a pretty good mentor in Gaius looking out for him. All and all I think he’s doing just great

My favorite part was that little trivia about how he’s secretly trying to improve his penmanship. Just one of those tiny things that just make gravitate to certain characters.

Best Girl Award: Laura

She’s so dang nice and she just to help people. A bit basic? Not at all. It’s actually super hard to be nice. Like she first went to go be a doctor so she could help people but even after she became a surgeon when she got her superpowers she then went on to join the Esper Union. It’s like lady you’re a doctor you’re saving lives you’re doing good and Laura said “NO! I can be even more nice“ then goes on to save even more people

Like she just adopts a random kid she barely knows anything about. Like people don’t just do that. Being nice isn’t a basic thing at all. And all that nice and kindess she puts just gets to you and make you feel all warm inside and ... how can you not like her?

[NO BEST WAIFU OR HUSBANDO FOR 2022]

[NO BEST SHIP FOR 2022]

for whatever percent of y’all that were wondering about that. I dunno nothing really stuck. maybe next year

Best Anthro Award: Daylon

Should come as no surprise seeing how Sobek was one of my top picks from mythos that I wanted in the game and ever since he arrived I’ve been very satisfied

He’s actually a very chill guy. Nothing too grand or far out there. He’s just a guy, sure he may scare off someone from time to time with the whole crocodile “situation” but that’s not gonna stop him from living his life and helping out where he can as earnestly as he can

Best Monstergirl Award: Melanie

For as overused as the medusa, gorgon, snakes for hair gag is Melanie make it entertaining. Not a dull moment when it comes to her

Her complete unamusement of Fabrice (unless sleep depraved from binge reading shojo mangas) her not taking any nonsense from Leon, Ren Si or Biondina. Her big sister vibes with Li Guang and of course her goofy side she get to show off when she’s around her best friend Celine and she doesn’t have to be the responsible one for a bit.

She’s always just amusing where ever she shows up in the story (obviously someone’s favorite on the game’s team) and I look forward to more of her

Best Mythology Award: Egyptian

While all the character designs in the game are stellar  it’s the Egyptian mythos that stood out the most for me. Whenever a new one dropped they’re decked out in gold and jewelry. Not shy on giving furries some love. The colors from Kaylee being the color of the desert sand to Tiye the night sky. And of course the diversity of blackness. Can not stress enough how nice it is to not be this small corner of the fanbase that just gets brushed over and ignored all the time where we get like 3 and then a bunch of racially ambiguous ones who people will always fight you over because the idea of someone being black just have to be fought back against and it is nice to not have to do that for once...it is very nice

But ya I’ve been loving what I’ve been seeing and hope to love whatever comes next

Best Element Award: Inferno

I like ‘em hot and spicy and this element never disappoint. They can be Fighter Defender Controller Healer you give an inferno unit any role and you’ll never hear anyone thinking it is a bad idea. Flame on!

Best Boss Award: Fafnir

The icy lady is always a fun one to go up against. Whether I’m autoing her or playing the game myself I’m always on edge. All it takes is one move, one resist check and you can be collecting your relics with pride or have your team completely wipe out.

Not to mention her boss theme is a great one

Best Billboard Event Award: Bloody Hunt

Out of all the ones we had this is the one always feel relevant because so many things that were established start getting their pay off. Like various bounties bios and small one off topics that were casually brought up that you didn’t even give that much of a thought somehow end up being actual points of importance in the event. And most importantly of all...Bloody Hunt didn’t “end“ like nothing was really resolved and it feels like something that will come back to at some point in the story

Also dat trailer for it

oh so cool

Best Side Event Award: Origami Love

While I can’t say Ophelia is one of my top faves in the game she did bring along Esper Feud. And like no question my favorite side event

I had so much fun racking my brain figuring out how to beat challenges

Also the story was pretty enjoyable

Best Boss Theme Award: The Dark Star Lord

ho boy did they go that extra mile with this track. Even if you’re not good at this boss fight you still end up feeling good cause you get to here this great beat

and THEN the transition into another rendition of Enter Your Mind seriously how many versions did people submit of this one song ? not that I’M complain of course. My ears love it

Best DJ Contest Track Award : Refuge

Sorry wise there wasn’t much meat on that bone

But that song sure did make up for it. Had that on repeat nonstop for the longest

Best Character Theme Song Award: Reine des Roses

Like I love all the characters themes but I say Abigail’s edges out for that fun factor in it for me

Best Song Sung by the in game Characters: Soul Mate sung by Ahmed

Kinda the only one in this category for now but I still wanted to say it cause it IS a great song

ANYWAYS That’s that

Think I covered all my dislyte faves for 2022 and most certainly can’t wait for what dislyte does next

but for now

HAPPY NEW YEARS CHAMP

let’s make the best of it. stay safe out there

[roy-dcm2]

Circe should be Diana's Arch

Like every comic book fan, I have my own ideas on how to change a character, and, for me, one of the biggest oversights is that The Cheetah is often depicted as Wonder Woman's archvillain.

I am convinced that the only reason Cheetah gets the spotlight is because she was on the Superfiends cartoon half a century ago. But it doesn't make any sense. An archvillain should be the hero's opposite, look at the other members of the DC Trinity -

Batman / Joker = Order vs Chaos

Superman / Luthor = Brawn vs Brains (or Altruism vs Selfishness)

Wonder Woman / Cheetah = Truth vs FURRY?

(Or you could make the stretch and say Peace vs Violence, or Humility vs ... doing things the easy way, which is what WW1984 went with.)

It feels so forced.

If I was in charge of DC Comics, I would put more emphasis on Circe, the Sorceress, as Wonder Woman's true archvillain. Think about it... what is Circe most famous for? She's a mythological character that transformed Odysseus' men into pigs during the Odyssey.

These transformations are lies. They're not a person's true self.

And Diana is the Spirit of Truth. She was even the Goddess of Truth, for a bit.

See how it makes for a better dynamic?

Not only that, but being an all powerful sorceress, Circe has access to more resources than the Cheetah. If Circe can't conjure something with her Magic, she can enchant people to do her steal it for her. She can turn men into beast warriors to serve as an army, or impart powers on women. (Like, I would change Silver Swan to be one of her minions.)

Finally, and the most controversial change, I would make Circe every bad idea about Wonder Woman.

Ignorant people have a skewed perception of what Wonder Woman is - a man-hating, lesbian that thinks women should be in charge, preaching peace through violence. (That's fascism.)

(You could also maker her a TERF)

Expanding on that, Circe thinks men are worthless, but regular women are still beneath her, and she can be vain and shallow. She mainly appreciates beautiful women, as long as they don't displease her. She likes to turn men into animals, but women she'll turn to stone, so she can still appreciate their beauty without having to put up with their personalities.

They say the opposite of love isn't hate, it's control. Circe wants to control everyone, make them bend to her will.

Diana's philosophy is "loving submission." Both partners need to out their trust in each other to look out for one another.

It would be a controversial change, since Diana's arch would come off like an obsessed, jilted lover, but here's always been homoerotic tones underneath Joker and Luthor's obsessions with their archrivals. In this modern era, we can get away being more upfront about it. You just got to tread lightly.

DC has played with it a little bit, using Circe as Diana's rival in the DC Trinity comic, but her appearances are still few and far between. Plus, we had Cheetah in the WW1984 movie, giving the audiences more exposure to that dead end.

Oh well, now that I said it, it'll never happen, but I like Tumblr as a place to post my fanfiction ideas.

What do you think? Who should be Diana's archrival? Are you a fan of the Cheetah. Feel free to leave a comment.

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I could not sleep last night thinking about it: Margaret seems to just effortlessly charm Viviana because she is just so completely unaffectedly Good, she's just LIKE that all the time, pure and brace and forthright, and Viv is just obviously so into it. The Doctor is a little freak but cunning and absolutely devoted to helping people who are in need even when it's at odds with their own safety or even basic common sense, and this ends up charming Senomy and Centaurea, seeing that she's such an oddball but such a pure, kind person. What if Nearl and the Doc are doing that, to each other, all the time. What if they're lowkey crushing but just know the other Definitely Only Sees Them In A Professional Capacity and would never go for it, and all the while they're both just dying inside. What have you done. You've infected my mind.

Every time I infect someone else with Doctor x Nearl brainworms I become a little stronger.

So much of Margaret's appeal both in- and out-of-universe comes from the fact that she's just... Good, without reservation or qualification. She is very much an old-school chivalric heroine, cast much more in the mold of Sir Galahad or Luke Skywalker than antiheroes like Batman or Vegeta. Not for Nearl are the vices and flaws of modern heroes. She has no substance abuse problem, no relationship ruined by her own mistakes and poor choices, no tragic, traumatic backstory that visibly shapes who her character is (sure, the disappearance of her parents had an effect on her, but it's not treated as a component of her story the way, say, the deaths of Batman's parents would be). Any temptation she faces at the hands of the Kazimierz General Chamber of Commerce is swiftly and easily rejected.

As cool as grim, dark, edgy antiheroes are, and I must admit that they are very cool indeed, I must also admit that I am just as weak as Viviana Droste to a hero who is a moral paragon, a shining light in a dim and dingy world, one whose deeds and moral character serve as a source of inspiration, a reminder that all of us can be better than we are. Nearl is the classical paladin as interpreted through the lens of a furry tower defense game, and I love her without hesitation or reservation for it.

As for Doctor, yes, it gets buried in the weirdness and the fandom memes and such, but they are remarkably devoted to making the world around them better as best they can, as seen by the way they take what was supposed to be a vacation to Kjerag and then, within moments of arriving, decide to stave off a potential civil war between three powerful and established factions despite only having access to a handful of operators and their own cunning. While they may have lost their memory, they remain well aware of their prior reputation as a heartless engine of war, and it is my belief that the Doctor is determined to never become that person again. They are very committed to doing good, even when, as you said, it runs contrary to their own personal safety or even basic common sense.

I could very much see the Doctor and Nearl finding in each other kindred spirits, as both have made this choice to do good even when all the odds are arrayed against them, even if they have very different ways of going about it. Where Nearl is bold and forthright, blazing like a star and declaring to the world that the old ideals of knighthood and chivalry still live, serving as the champion of the downtrodden and oppressed in the most literal, physical sense and daring anyone who objects to take up her challenge directly, either with words or force of arms (as seen when she fights Liam to allow the Infected into Kawalerielki), the Doctor fights with guile and cunning, outsmarting Terra's more nefarious factions and frequently convincing them that their own self-interest lies in making things better. Nearl and the Doctor both fight for the Infected during Near Light in their own way, but their methods could not be more different. I think they compliment each other incredibly well, and I could absolutely see the situation you described, where each falls for the other and is yet so convinced that the object of their affections does not return their feelings that they choose to suffer in silence until whoever has the least amount of patience with this kind of sappy, romantic, self-sacrificial nonsense gets fed up with it and bullies one of them into confessing to the other already.

Nearl is really just such an amazing character. I love her so much.

And with that, my ask box is entirely clear. You nerds are slacking.