#bio mom poison ivy

[myveryownfanfiction]

18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

tags: @illiana-mystery

warnings: smut, blowjob, swearing, bit of an undetermined age gap (enough to have Bruce feel a bit awkward), fighting

AN: yes I saw the flash. No I’m not happy. So here we are.

Bruce tensed slightly as I put my hand on his shoulder. Looking at me out of the corner of his eye, he shifted slightly as I reached past him to grab the glasses from the cabinet.

“you know you could clean up in here a bit.” I grumbled. Bruce hummed and continued cooking. “Just because Alfred…”

“don’t you dare.” Bruce growled. I shrugged as I put down the glasses, immediately raising my hands in surrender.

“Hey don’t forget who taught you to cook when he passed Bruce.” I raised an eyebrow at him. Bruce rolled his eyes as he looked around for the pasta he’d set aside earlier. “All I’m saying is you can’t just stop doing the things he was doing simple because he’s not here anymore.” Bruce’s shoulders sagged and I walked over to stand next to him, sliding the packet of pasta over to him.

“it’s not that I don’t appreciate all you do (Y/N).” He sighed as he put the pasta into the boiling water. “I just…” his shoulders sagged more as he finally turned to look at me. “It doesn’t feel right without him.” I nodded in agreement.

“I know what you mean. When my mom brought me over to talk to him about his time in British intelligence, I didn’t think I’d make a friend. Let alone two.” I gently hit Bruce’s shoulder with my own. “Now things are too quiet. I was used to my phone blowing up between classes and calls at random times when you didn’t come home.” Bruce chuckled.

“so that’s who he called.” I nodded as I laughed. “Always figured he called his niece. Or his sister. Never would have thought it was you.” I shrugged again. Bruce looked over at me again, this time with a sad smile. “What did you two talk about? When he was worried I wasn’t gonna come home.”

“depended on who you were going after. Two face, riddler, or scarecrow we’d talk about my classes. How I was doing.” I gave him a smile. “Bane, poison ivy, hush it’d be what you were up to at the time. For Wayne enterprises or just the flavor of the week.” Bruce groaned and leaned into me as I laughed. “Off me old man!” I giggled as more of his weight fell against me. Bruce chuckled as he straightened out. It took a minute before I spoke again. “Joker, penguin…anyone who could do you real harm…Alfred always told me stories of when you were a kid. Silly stories mostly. When he tried to teach you to ride a horse. First time you drove a car. Which honestly that one explained a lot. First date. Prom. Stuff like that.” Bruce hummed in thought. “I learned a lot about you through those talks. Got to know Bruce instead of Bruce wayne. Started to make sense why you became the Batman.” I watched Bruce carefully. “Alfred loved you y’know. Maybe you were his flesh and blood but he sure loved you like it.” Bruce nodded.

“I knew.” Focusing on stirring the pasta, I fiddled with the pot holder next to the stove. “he loved you too you know.” Bruce shot back. “Wanted to bring you here when your mom passed. Thought it would do you good. But he never asked you. I couldn’t ever figure out why though.” I smiled sadly.

“He knew I wouldn’t be truly happy here. Had a secret I kept close to my chest. But he figured it out.” I chuckled. “Alfred always figured everything out. Knew I wouldn’t be able to keep it from you if I stayed here.” I swallowed nervously. “I would tell you…I had a crush on you.” Bruce turned to me, cheeks dusted pink.

“You did?” I nodded. “Huh. Never would have guessed.” Blushing, I chanced a look at Bruce’s face. It was unreadable as usual. “What about now?” I shrugged.

“back then I did everything I could just to hang out with you without seeming like a needy clingy college kid.” I diverted. “Even sparring with you. And you never went easy on me. Which I appreciated. Taught me to defend myself on campus and I got to watch you train to be Batman.” Bruce looked over at me, something like recognition in his eyes.

“that’s what I’d always hoped you got from that.” Bruce offered. “After dinner, want to spar? For old times sake?” I nodded.

“sure. I could stay here and not go into gotham tonight but couldn’t hurt to have a little practice.” Bruce nodded. “But be prepared old man. I’ve gotten better.”

“where do you get off calling me old man?” Bruce teased. I laughed and strained the pasta. Bruce got some sauce and brought it over to the table. “That never bothered you?” He asked suddenly. I looked up at him from where I was dividing the pasta between the two plates.

“what never bothered me?” I asked, looking at him curiously.

“the age gap.” Bruce said as he sat down, putting some sauce on my plate before doing the same to his. I shrugged.

“the heart wants what the heart wants.” I admitted. Bruce grunted in response. “Although it never really bothered me much. I think others who figured it out found it strange but I mean…” I shrugged again. “I had gotten to know you and I liked what was there.” Bruce paused.

“Huh. Thought that would have been…” he trailed off.

“a bigger deal?” I finished. Bruce nodded. “Not really.” I paused as I was about to start eating, looking up at Bruce and turning red slightly. “Is it…uh…does that…bother you?” Bruce looked up at me as he ate. With a small shrug, he met my eye.

“I mean it’s flattering if nothing else.” He joked. I breathed a sigh of relief. “Can’t say I’ve had many people give me more than just a night. let alone want more than just a night. And the ones that did…well.” Bruce waved around the room.

“right. The Wayne inheritance.” I nodded. “I’d have loved to see the look on their faces when they realized you either donated it or gave it away.” Bruce smiled at me. “Hell when I first found out you really only slept what you needed to keep living here and fund your little nighttime activities, I think I laughed at Alfred.”

“what was his reaction?” Bruce laughed. I smiled and shook my head.

“He very nearly showed me the check book.” I laughed. Bruce winced and shook his head. “Then you walked in that a tshirt with the holes in it and I did a double take. Found it pretty believable after that.” Bruce rolled his eyes.

“I got rid of it later that day.” He protested. I smiled at him and he sighed. “Whatever. At least you stuck around.” He muttered to himself. I smiled at my plate and we finished eating in silence. I got up first and started to do the dishes. Bruce joined me not long after and dried everything up. When we finished up, I excused myself to my room to change into something more comfortable to spar in. Bounding back down the stairs, I headed towards the batcave. “(Y/N)!” I turned towards Bruce’s voice and raised my eyebrows at him.

“oh. Not in the batcave then?” I asked. Bruce shook his head and made a come here motion with his hand. I stepped off the stairs and got into a fighting position. Bruce matched it and we grinned at each other before finally advancing. I took the first swing and Bruce blocked it, countering with a quick jab to my ribs. Arching away from it, I threw a kick at Bruce’s head.

“whoa. That’s new.” He muttered as we continued our little dance. Move after move, we countered each other and tried our best to land something. Getting frustrated, I dropped and swept Bruce’s leg. He went down and I back up. Bruce got back up and smirked at me. “Not bad kid.” I nodded with a smile. Taking another step back, I didn’t realize the carpet was slightly rolled up. Tripping, I went sprawling on my back.

“oof.” I exclaimed as the wind was knocked out of me. Getting my arms under me to push myself back up, I yelped when Bruce slid on his knees over my body, coming to a half inches from my face. I gulped as I looked up at him, trying behind hope to keep my eyes off his crotch and the visible bulge that was just under his sweats. Bruce was breathing heavily, not moving. “B-Bruce?” He watched me as he bit his lip. I hesitantly put my hands on his thighs and used the leverage to start pulling myself out from under him. I jumped when Bruce put his hand over mine. “Bruce?” I froze as he squeezed my hand and reached up to the waistband of his sweats.

“what…what would you say if i told you I had a crush on you too?” Bruce asked, his voice going deeper with his arousal. I gulped as my eyes flicked to his crotch before settling on his face again.

“you…” my brain was close to short circuiting at this point. “You did?” Bruce nodded as he undid the tie holding his pants up. “You do?” I amended, noticing the look in his eyes as more than just lust.

“yeah. Always thought you’d think it weird. Or creepy.” Blinking up at him, I pushed his hands out of the way and finished undoing the tie. “You don’t have to…” I pushed down his sweats and underwear in one go. Shifting so I wasn’t fully under him, I looked up at him.“I can…” shaking my head, I leaned in and licked a stripe up his cock. Bruce groaned before squeezing my hands that had moved back to his thighs. “Shit.” He hissed as I sucked the tip into my mouth. I hummed around him, making him moan.

His fingers wound themselves in my hair, tugging slightly as I took his full length. bobbing up and down with the occasional pause to lick around his tip, I kept my eyes on Bruce. He bit his lip several times to stop from moaning but I would suck on his cock or lick it like a lollipop and he would become a moaning mess. I felt him twitch as I licked a stripe up the underside of his cock and hummed happily. Bruce tightened his grip on my hair and started to thrust into my mouth. As he did, I would lick and hum. Thrusting hard into my mouth, Bruce held me against him as he came.

“(Y/N)!” Bruce yelled out in a broken moan. He panted above me as he slowly pulled out. I swallowed down what he had given me and slipped out from under him as he sagged. Catching him, I tucked him back into his underwear and pulled it up with his sweats.

“Bruce?” I whispered when he leaned his head against my shoulder. Hesitantly, I reached up and ran my fingers through his hair.

“god dammit (Y/N).” He breathed out, kissing my shoulder. “Where’d you learn to do that?” I laughed as I gently pushed him off me. “On second thought, I don’t want to know.” With a small chuckle, Bruce leaned in to kiss me. I hummed happily against his lips, playing with the hair at the base of his neck.

“glad you liked it.” I said when he pulled away. Hearing the clock chime out, I jumped. “Shit. I should go…” I trailed off as I looked at Bruce. He nodded, eyes sad but also conflicted.

“I’ll give you a ride.” He said as he stood up, offering me his hand. I took it and let him haul me to my feet. Pressing a kiss to my cheek, he turned to lead me to the garage. Getting into one of the cars, it was a silent drive back to Gotham. When we pulled up to my building, Bruce smiled softly at me. “Thanks for…” I nodded with a blush. Giving him a small smile, I got out of the car. My feelings weren’t hurt per se but it felt more like a dismissal than I thought it would. It made me wonder for a brief moment if this is what all those others felt when they were ushered out of Wayne manor in the middle of the night. “(Y/N)!” I turned at the top of the stairs and looked at Bruce confused.

“yeah?” He had gotten out of the car and was jogging up the stairs. Hands on my hips, he pulled me into a searing kiss. My hands found their way to his chest and Bruce dipped me slightly. Laughing as he pulled me back up, he pecked my lips again.

“Let me return the favor.” Bruce whispered. Nodding urgently, I quickly got the door to the apartment building open and we rushed in hand in hand.

[artzychic27]

Would that mean they took the school field trip to Gotham instead of New York and if so how would Zoé first meet them exactly? Would they save them from a super villain when one of them could transform or accidentally bump into them during a mission because if that the case that second one would be hilarious?!

Mme. Bustier: Students, welcome to Gotham.

*Cue clown-mask wearing guys driving crazily down the road with dollar bills flying on the breeze as gunshots are fired*

Akuma Class: …

Science Kids: …

Jean: Well, I like it here.

The first few days start off fine with the students hanging out at shops, avoiding villains, eating at cool restaurants, avoiding villains, and going to the parks

But one evening, while at the hotel, the Riddler and his men break in and hold the students hostage unless they can solve his riddles (Y’know, like most Maribat fics)

Lila (Remember, this is her canon self) urges them not to say anything until she can call Batman, to which the Science Kids roll their eyes and start answering each riddle correctly while also subtly coming up with a plan to neutralize The Riddler

Jean whispers spells which cause reflective surfaces in the room to move slightly, and Marc, with his hood over his head, uses his eye beams on Reshma’s compact mirror, which bounce all across the room until they nail The Riddler in the back, knocking him out

Right at that moment, Batman and a blonde Robin arrive on the scene, and Lila takes the credit for using a “special taser” to incapacitate The Riddler

Yeah, they ain’t buying it

Anyway, they knock out The Riddler’s henchmen, avoid the press, and head off onto the night, not even bothering to keep Lila from blabbing and getting herself killed because of her “connections”

Cosette: I’ll just say what we’re all thinking… Robin was kind of hot.

Reshma: But they wore a mask.

Cosette: Hush… They were hot.

Meanwhile in the Bat Cave, Robin is going over the securty footage from the hotel when they notice something odd about the way The Riddler was taken out

They also can’t help but notice how familiar some of the Science Kids look

Batman: Huh. Does that kid with the braids remind you of Virgil Hawkins?

Robin: Other than the outdated slang? Yes. Also, that one with the red hoodie has the same color eye beams as Starfire. And tell me that brunette doesn’t have Zatanna’s eyes.

Batman: … Well, I know some people who have some explaining to do.

One night while the Akuma Class is asleep, the Science Kids decide to go out and blow off a little steam due to Lila’s non-stop talking about knowing the Bat-family and the Justice League

The city’s overrun with all sort of criminals, so who’s going to notice some superpowered teenagers?

Here’s an answer, Batman and Blonde Robin who have been keeping close tabs on them since the hostage

Ismael: *Nervous laughter* You must be wondering how I’m flying, why her skin is suddenly magenta, and how he broke the sound barrier just by running. Funny story-

Batman: You’re all coming with us.

Science Kids: Yes, sir.

After being served tea by Alfred, Batman questions them about their parentage

Lacey: That’s it? Okay, my godfather is Beast Boy since he transferred some of his blood to me after an accident, Aurore’s bio dad is Aquaman, Marc’s mom is Starfire, Denise’s… I guess, creator is Wonder Woman, Simon’s godfather is The Flash. Same deal as me. Ismael’s dad is Superman, Reshma’s mom is Poison Ivy, Cosette’s dad is Static Shock, Jean’s mom is Zatanna, and Mireille’s mom is Black Canary. This tea is amazing, by the way.

Aurore: So, is that all? Was dragging us to your brooding lair really necessary? What happens now?

Robin: I told him it was excessive.

Batman: Look, you kids can’t go out using your powers out in the open. You’re in Gotham; one of your parents enemies could make the connection.

Marc: Most of my mother’s enemies are either back in Jump City or on Tamaran.

Cosette: Ebon and Heatstroke are way out in Dakota, so I’m good.

Robin: … You single?

Cosette: What?

Robin: Nothing!

When they head back to the hotel, they discover that Robin somehow got all of their numbers and set up a group chat between the eleve of them, because they need to be around decent people their age and not those snobs at Gotham Academy

Well, they don’t mind. Now Robin can keep them up to date on any villain attacks so they can avoid it… Or help out from the shadows. Who’s gonna stop them?

When news gets out about hooded vigilantes with superpowers assisting Batman and Robin, Lila uses it to her advantage and says that Jean of all people is her boyfriend

Jean: *Loudly laughing* Oh, God! Oh, God! Please, stop it!

Lila: *Tearing up* What’s so funny? What my boyfriend and I have is beautiful!

Jean: *Rolling on the floor and crying while laughing* Stop! I’m gonna fucking bust a gut if you don’t stop!

Don’t worry, those who believe Lila aren’t complete and total assholes like in MariBat stories, so no one gets left behind on purpose when a villain tries to kill everyone in the room or steal a room key so someone has to spend their vacation in the dangerous part of Gotham… (That has happened in fics)

They just glare or tell them to knock it off because they know better than to make a scene in Gotham of all places. When they’re not doing that, they’re trying to keep Lila from telling so many people about her connections to the Bat Family

When taking a tour of a museum, it couldn’t be on a worse day when Scarecrow decides to show his face and spread his toxin throughout the building

Jean uses his magic to manipulate the air around him and the others so the toxins can’t get to them, Marc and Ismael zap any security cameras so no one sees them using their powers, and they go to kick Scarecrow’s ass while the rest are under the effects of his toxin

He didn’t exactly account for ten superhuman teenagers and became bound by a mint green cobra, punched into next week by a short guy in a cardigan, had his eardrums destroyed, and electrocuted

Batman/Robin: *Barge in wearing gas masks and crying the antidote for the Fear Toxin* What the-?

Science Kids: *Playing cards on Scarecrow’s limp body*

Aurore: And just what took you two so long?

Robin: I quit. I wanna join their team.

Batman: Not in the middle of the semester.

Just one more week until they head back to Paris. And as a special treat, the sponsor for the contest Marinette won and Lila claimed she won has surprised them all tickets to the Wayne Gala, because that’s also a thing in these fics

The Science Kids spend the day finding some fancy outfits, doing each others hair and makeup, and trying so hard to ignore Lila until she tries to get her classmates to buy her an expensive dress becuase she “left her wallet at home”

Cue Simon grabbing her wallet without anyone noticing

Simon: Here, Lila. I found this on the floor at the hotel. You should be more careful. Well, at least now Rose can buy that gorgeous dress.

Then Cosette prevents Lila from messing up Marinette’s hair dryer at the salon

Aurore keeps Nathaniel dry when Lila tries to push him in a puddle for some petty reason by diverting the water

And just to be petty, Reshma throws a few pollen bombs at Lila

Anyway, it’s the evening of the Wayne Gala, and everyone is looking gorgeous. It’s all going well, Marc musters up the courage to ask Nathaniel for a dance, Alya’s talking with Lois Lane, Robin managed to snag a dance with Cosette, no high-ranking people are buying any of Lila’s lies… Then The Joker makes an appearance

The Akuma Class start wondering if they’re cursed to just be followed by super villains no matter where they go

Since they can’t exactly sneak off without one of The Joker’s henchmen noticing, the Science Kids have no choice but to use their powers in public. And they expose Lila’s lies a bit, so that’s a bonus

Jean: Hey! Girlfriend of mine, there’s something I should tell you… *Seizes Jon Kent by the waist, dips, and kisses him for ten second* It’s not me, it’s you. Or, rather, it was never you, because I’m not dating you. *Rejoins the fight*

Jon: … Damn.

Ismael: Dude! That’s my brother!

Then, at the last second, when a bullet is about to pierce Marc, it suddenly stops in mid-air, surrounded by a black aura

The Joker’s henchmen are rounded up and bound by an unseen force while the Joker is forced into a portal leading to Arkham Asylum

Everyone’s just wondering who did that until Nino points out Nathaniel floating and surrounded by a black aura

Alix: NATH?!

Jean: I knew there was something up with him.

Kim: He’s magic?!

The fight ends with the Akuma Class crowding around Nathaniel and trying to get answers out of him until he freezes time so he can talk to the Science Kids, Batman, and Robin

Nathaniel: I always had a feeling I wasn’t the only superhuman at school.

Batman: That magic of yours. Are you-

Nathaniel: Son of Trigon, devourer of a thousand souls, conqueror of a million universes. Nice to meet you; can I have your autograph?

Denise: Uh, real quick. What about your classmates? We can’t exactly have them all knowing about us.

Nathaniel: Don’t worry. By the time I unfreeze time, they won’t remember anything within the last hour.

And they didn’t.

Long story short- Lila gets exposed, Cosette and Robin have been texting outside the group chat, Batman relented and took a selfie with the Science Kids, and that’s about it

[msweebyness]

DuPont School for Monstrous Youths- Mylene Haprele

Mylene’s here and she’s got two green thumbs! As always, thanks to @imsparky2002 and @artzychic27!

Species: Plant Monster

Appearance/Attire: Hair made of thick vines, lime green skin, bright green eyes with yellow sclera, sharp teeth, vines growing from various places on her body. Bright pink bandana over forehead, flower wreath, loosely fitting ankle-length floral dress, green cardigan with flower pins, brown hiking boots.

Bio: The kindest and gentlest monster in school, Mylene is the mom friend to her entire class, comforting and caring for all her friends! She listens when someone has a problem and has endless mom-hugs at the ready! She’s also very peaceful, hating conflict and being an admitted pacifist! Mylene is VERY passionate about the environment, always taking care of her plants and making sure all her friends are mindful of nature too. She maintains the school’s beautiful greenhouse, inhabited by her beloved monster plant "babies", a job that she takes seriously and loves to have her friends join her. She loves her boyfriend, Ivan, dearly, being a comforting and soothing presence for him.

Quotes:

“Keep calm and smell the flowers!”

"I swear, my sprouts end up in the weirdest places."

"Don't let that grumpy face fool you, my bumble is a big softy!"

"Ugh, my vines wrapped around the desk again! Little help, guys?"

"I consider myself a pacifist, but l'll grow poison ivy in your throat if you keep messing with my friends!"

"Let's find the root of this problem!"

Make sure you recycle when she’s around! Leave thoughts in the comments and reblogs!

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

schrodinger's cat

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/HuAbzGs by Metalotaku My extrapolated story from I'm building off flamingpuddings post on Tumblr. What if Selina Kyle was Danny bio mom. That she had with Batman. And she put him up for adoption to her distance relatives the fentons. I've also taken the liberty to set the phantom time line up a few years earlier. Danny had his accident in Jr high. At 11 in 6th grade. He meets Selina at not yet 14 teen. A ton of DC characters will make appearances eventually. But it's going to focus heavily on Gotham based characters first. And slowly sprinkle in more phantom characters and other dc characters from all media forms messed together. Words: 3157, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Danny Phantom, DCU (Comics), Gotham City Sirens (Comics), Red Hood and the Outlaws (Comics), Batman - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M, Other Characters: Danny Fenton, Selina Kyle, Jason Todd, Harleen Quinzel, Ivy (Poison Ivy 1992), Rogues Gallery (Batman), Batman Ensemble, Vlad Masters, Dick Grayson, Tim Drake, Damian Wayne, Bruce Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth Relationships: Pamela Isley/Harleen Quinzel, Pamela Isley & Selina Kyle & Harleen Quinzel, Selina Kyle/Bruce Wayne Additional Tags: Bruce Wayne is Danny Fenton's Biological Parent, Selina kyle is danny fenton's biological parent, Danny Fenton is a Little Shit, danny fenton has a new alter ego, he's living his catboy dreams, no beta we die like danny, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, danny will get some safe self discovery, He/Him and They/Them pronouns for Danny Fenton, eventually read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/HuAbzGs

[ali-kitkat]

i keep thinking about how diana was legit made made of living clay.

and like bc ivy is connected to the earth and plants, that she technically could have access to living clay and could make her pwn child.

and just my little goblin brain who never knows how to stfu just chants.

ivy with baby mari.

anyways. onwards with my day

[miraculous-trinity-leo]

Tᕼᗴ ᑕᕼᗩOTIᑕ ᗩᑎᘜᗴᒪ

(Part 1) — (Part 6) (Part 7) (Part 8) (Bonus 8.5) (Bonus 8.5½)

Bonus: Sno Wars Like Snow Wars —•— Flashbacks

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"I have called forth this meeting in regards to our Snow-Shine Queen's absence." - Alix

"She hasn't even been gone that long!" - kim yelled from the back of the croud of children

"While yes that is true, in her absence we must multiply our Christmas Mischievous tenfold!" - Alix jumped up onto the park bench behind her and looked to the semi-large sea of other children infront of her - "We must have the best Christmas ever in loving memory of our Queen!"

"She acts like she's not coming back." - Kagami spoke next to Chloé as they watched from under a nearby tree

"So we will build creatures of snow!" - Alix puased as the children cheered - "We WILL pour water onto the sidewalk and watch unsuspecting passerbys struggle!" - The children cheered louder as Alix spoke her finishing lines - "And we WILL throw snowballs more harshly than intended in our goal for Christmas MADNESS!" - All the childreen erupted with shouts, whistles and cheers as they threw up their winter hats

Alix jumped down and gave them their final, and frightening, words of parting - "Now go forth my bretheren! Spread far and wide! Leave no person un-snowballed! SCATTER!"

"She's so grounded." - Chloé shook her head while Kagami stood up and all the other kids ran off in different directions

"Let me talk to her." - Kagami began making her way over to Alix

"Yeah, good luck with that." - Chloé rolled her eyes as she looked at her nails. She didn't notice Alix handing Kagami a highly compact snowball, or the new chaotic smile that overcame Kagami. All she notices was the snowball making direct contact with her face as she looked up to Kagami calling her name

"Wh-!!!"

—–—–—–—–—

"Wait, so that's why you were hiding behind me like I'm a shield?" - Marinette looked at Chloé with a smile

"Yes, after all, you have the best survival chance being raised in Gotham and all." - Chloé

"Out of all the things that you could be attacked with, an unreasonably highly compact snowball would be the least deadly." - Marinette

"... In other words, you are the perfect body guard right now." - Chloé

"But we're inside." - Marinette gestured all around her to Chloé's large room

"You never know when they'll attack!" - Chloé pulled her blanket closer over her as she eyed all the doors and windows in the room

"Well, considering you are the only child in a 20 mile radius that isn't grounded, what the hell happened?" - Marinette

Chloé had a far off ‘I've seen some shit’ look, her eyes glazed over slightly as she spoke - "It was a fucking war."

~~~~~ 𝔽𝕝𝕒𝕤𝕙𝕓𝕒𝕔𝕜 ~~~~~

Chloé ran as fast as she could, dodging and weaving between buildings to escape the crossfire. Car alarms were going off as universe defying highly conpact snowballs hit them. Evil children laughter filling the streets as they fired – with scarry good accuracy – at unknowing passerbys, their shreeks loud yet muffled as they get snowballed square in the face, falling to the ground unconscious.

Chloé made it to an alley just as 6 stray snowballs hit the wall behind her, barely breaking on impact as they fell to the ground like chunks of hard ice. She hid behind a metal garbage can as 3 kids looked into the alley, their laughs turning sinister as they spot another adult just on the other side of the street. Chloé watched as the bigger kid got the lady's attention just as the snowball made impact with her face. The kids ran away, scampering down the road while Chloé took the lid off of the trashcan to use as a shield.

She had made it back to her hotel nearly unscathed, walking in slowly to her hotel. She crept in while holding her shield close to her chest., looking around the room at the slightest change of sound. All the adults in the lobby were confused, until Chloé whipped her head back, and darted towards the elevator, rapidly smashing the button to go up as 10 kids burst in from the front, Snowballs a-blazing.

The Elevator dinged, getting one of the kid's attentions, they fired at Chloé, only for her to raise her shield as she backed up into the elevator, smashing the top floor button as snowballs relentlessly smashed into her shield.

The doors closed, allowing Chloé to take a step back as the calming elevator music was interrupted every few seconds by a faint ding for every floor she passed. She instinctively raised her shield again as the doors opened on her floor. She peeked out, looking for any signs of an attacker, her shield raised, she crept passed the room doors till she had reached hers. She pulled out her keycard, swiping it quickly over the lock, opening her door as she heard that formerly calm ding of the elevator doors opening.

She quickly opened her door, closing it shut and locking it. Her back leaning against the door, she strained her hearing as she heard the muffled thuds of feet running on the carpeted floor. She held her breath, daring not to move or make a sound as they got closer. They stopped just infont of her door, the only sound Chloé could now hear being her pounding heart. After what felt like hours, they left back the way they came, and after a few minutes, Chloé breathed in sharply from need of oxygen.

She slowly creeked her door open and peared out to look at the elevator doors. The numbers were going down, allowing Chloé to let out a sigh of relief as she proceeded to barricade herself in her room. She spent her Christmas inside, away from snow, as she watched happy and funny Christmas Movies.

~~~~~ 𝔼𝕟𝕕 𝔽𝕝𝕒𝕤𝕙𝕓𝕒𝕔𝕜 ~~~~~

Marinette sat slightly stunned as Chloé shed a single tear after her harrowing story. Leaning forward, Marinette wiped away the tear as she spoke - "You are a true survivor Chloé Bourgeois. It's over now, I welcome you to safety soldier."

Chloé sniffled as she gave Marinette a hug - "Don't leave me along with these monsters, take me with you next time. PLEASE!"

"You sure? What happened to Gotham being a ‘Death Trap?’" - Marinette

"That was before the Snow Wars." - Chloé

"Wait there was more than one?" - Marinette

*Sad flashback Chloé noises*

"Oh honey, shhhh, don't cry, I got you. Shh sh shhh, lets watch something to get your mind off it kay?" - Marinette felt Chloé nod her head

She sent a vine to grab the remote, turning on the TV just in time for the news

"News Recap of yesterday: The children of Paris went on a rampage, firing snowballs at civilians and cars over ⅓ of Paris. The ring leader was one Alix Kubdel, and the ‘Second in command’ was one Kagami Tsurugi. Throughout the whole day, people and cars were attacked, 124 people were ingured, and 23 were sent to emergency care. After this incident, the citizens of Paris have dubbed it ‘The Snow Wars.’ That concludes our recap, now on to the weather.—"

*Sad Chloé Flashback noises intensifies as she hugs Marinette tighter*

"So much for a Holly Jolly Christmas—" - Mushu remarked from the nightstand, only to be scared shitless when Chloé cried out

"WAAAAAAAAAAA" - Chloé began whaling

"It's ok." - Marinette patted the back of Chloé's head, trying to comfort her as she glared at Mushu

Selina opened the door to see Chloé crying her heart out while Marinette hugged her, Mushu patting Chloé's back- "Should I go or?..." - Marinette looked at Selina as she continued - "Cause I got those Donut Snow Balls from Sabine and—"

"AHHHHHHHHHH HAAA HAAA!" - Chloé shot up out of bed, her blanket somehow not tangling up as she shut herself in her bathroom

"What the fuck was that?" - Selina gestured to the bathroom door where they could still hear Chloé crying

"War flashbacks. I think her trigger word is ‘Snowballs’, and don't mentions the Snow Wars. Also, can I have one?" - Marinette got up from the bed to walk up to Selina

"Sure, I got plenty thinking Chloé would want some but I guess not." - Selina handed the bag to Marinette

"I'll smoosh them so they don't look like what their called. Should be fine then, love yuh Auntie." - Marinette hugged Selina and went to the bathroom to comfort Chloé

Selina watched as Mushu grabbed the TV remote and started flipping through the channels - "I don't get payed enough to deal with this."

"... Last I checked you aren't getting payed." - Selina stepped out of Chloé's room before she heard Mushu's retort, and searched up ‘Snow Wars’, only to wish she hadn't - "... Harley must never find out about this, Bruce would kill me if she tried to replicate half the shit these kids did." - Selina mumbled as she made her way to the elevator

[Later that night, Selina prayed for 3 hours straight, hoping to god Harley would never hear about the Snow Wars.]

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[soulmate-game]

This is an alternate ending for my Bio!dad Joker / Bio!mom Harley AU. Or really, the timeline itself will be entirely different starting from the moment that Marinette’s plane lands in Gotham. If you haven’t read the original, you can do so here.

—*—*—*—*—*

“He’s going to find out, Mom.”

“No he won’t, don’t be silly! I’ve been very careful about hiding you from him, Nettie-pie.”

“Mom… I just have a bad feeling. I don’t think we can hide who I am from him. If he sees me, I think he’ll know.”

The phone went silent.

“If he hurts you, I’ll kill him. If I was crazy about him, Sugar, then I’m head over heels for you. Not even he can stop me from caving his skull in if he tries his usual tricks with you.”

“... My plane leaves soon, I’ll talk to you when I land. And mom?”

“Yeah, honeycake?”

“I love you.”

—*—*—*—*—*

Marinette often hated how accurate her intuition tended to be. She had barely even stepped out of the airport before she had felt the prick of a needle in her neck and the sensation of being shoved into a small, dark space before her vision cut out.

Looks like her mom wasn’t able to hide her existence away as well as they thought.

And unfortunately for Marinette, her darling asshole of a father had apparently had ample time to plan his first meeting with her. If he had just used the much easier to acquire Chloroform on her, then Marinette likely would have woken up early enough to come up with a plan. Chloroform was unreliable and wore off fairly easily. But no, he had actually had the time to steal hospital grade anesthetic.

Which meant that Marinette woke up with her wrists zip-tied to heavy links of chain above her head, and her ankles connected to the chain below her with what felt like ten layers of duct tape.

Lovely.

“Ah, there she is! Good morning, sleepyhead!” Those were the high-pitched, dramatic words she heard when she came back to consciousness. She didn’t even need to open her eyes to know who the speaker was— she had watched enough videos online and not-so-legally obtained Asylum and Prison footage to immediately recognize the speech patterns and tone that was echoing around her.

Apparently keeping her eyes closed was not allowed, because it was only a few seconds later that Marinette felt a harsh slap sting her cheek and whip her face to the side. Oh, that would become a bruise without a doubt. Her teeth betrayed her, cutting into the inside of her mouth with the force of the hit. So, when Marinette opened her eyes to glare at the sperm donor responsible for half of her DNA, she aimed her bloody spit right at him. It landed on his shoe, which only a few seconds later slammed into her gut.

Marinette gasped for air even as the chain she was on swung violently, making her dizzy and upsetting her stomach. Too bad she didn’t have anything in there to throw up on him, she thought angrily. The chain links rattled loudly, ringing in her head alongside the electric pain of both of her newly forming bruises.

“Honestly, is that any way to treat your dear ol’ Daddy?” Joker cooed with false offense, one hand over his heart. Marinette glared at him as best as she could as she continued to sway in the open air, the chain she was tied to being the only thing keeping her from plunging straight down into a vat of sickly green, bubbling liquid.

Marinette didn’t need to be told what that liquid was. And joker knew that, the moment he saw her look down at that vat and saw the realization almost immediately cross her face. So instead of explaining, he laughed. Loud, high, and deranged.

“Good, good! That idiot Harley kept you educated, at least,” he said between psychotic chuckles. “Ah yes, and she somehow managed to choose the perfect name,” he glided over to her, as if he was some ethereal demon of chaos instead of a human. His paper-white hand reached out, grabbing her chin in a crushing grip and turning her face this way and that. Inspecting her as if she was a piece of china and not a living being. “So easy to adjust. Right now, you’re Marinette. Just like how, all those years ago, your mother stood here as Harleen. But just as she was dunked into acid and became my harlequin,” he stepped back and grabbed Marinette’s shoulders. He spun her like a top, making the metal chain creak and clink as it wound into a few weak coils and then released back out, trying to go straight again. It sent Marinette twirling through the air in a horrid half-spin, one-eighty degrees one way before sharply spinning to the other side. Joker laughed.

“Just like that, you’re gonna go from boring old Marinette,” he stuck out his tongue like a child, as if the mere taste of her name was bitter. “And you’ll be reborn as my new little Marionette. Aren’t you excited?!”

“Fuck you,” Marinette spat, even as she tried to blink and return her vision to normal. She was far too disoriented to even come up with a plan— but she was still coherent enough to register that the sky was dark outside the high windows of the factory she was apparently in. She had been missing for a few hours then, which meant that her mom and Momma Ivy would have called for help a long time ago. Maybe if she just stalled long enough, it would get there in time. “I’m not a puppet. Not for you, not for anybody!” She snarled.

Joker rolled his eyes, but his smile still widened. “Oh, that’s what they all say. In fact, your mother put up a good resistance there for a while, but her inner chaos couldn’t resist me. You’ll bend even easier, I have no doubt,” her ran his hand along her cheek in a motion that was so gentle that it felt foreign, wrong, to her coming from him. She knew what he was doing. He was trying to whiplash her, take all her hope away before dangling the option he wanted her to choose in front of her like a carrot on a stick.

Too bad he didn’t know her at all. She cringed away from his gentle touch, revolted by the mere feel of his skin on her’s.

“And your accent is a nice touch,” he cooed as if her reaction didn’t bother him at all. It probably didn’t. “Exotic. Just the thing I need to freshen up my usual act a bit, the Boston twang my old Harlequins had is just… stale by now, don’t you agree?”

Marinette clenched her jaw at the reminder that he had tried to pass off a cheap look-alike as her mom when she disappeared, back when she was pregnant with Marinette, to hide her baby from Joker. How he had discarded that woman like trash when Harley went back to him, only to replace her again when her mom left him for good.

No matter how badly Joker spoke of her mom, Marinette knew that Harley had been the only Harlequin of his to actually last. The only one he kept around, and there was a reason for that. Now, he was looking for another replacement. One that was more than a cheap knockoff, and he was hoping that a teenager with not only Harley’s genetics, but also his own, would be the exact kind of right-hand prop he wanted. An obedient little puppet of chaos, just for him.

But Marinette was nobody's toy. She had been used and taken advantage of enough back in Paris, she had spent her whole life struggling to escape the side effects of her parentage. To deal with the things she inherited.

The obsessiveness, the way she was so quick to get attached. She knew she inherited that from her mom. But there was also the rage, the anger that Marinette constantly had to stuff down. Hide below the surface before it hurt someone. Keep under a tight reign and hide away in the back of her mind, her own dirty little secret.

The constant reminder of just who her biological father was. Because that anger, that viciousness, could only have come from him.

She had spent her whole life trying to carve herself her own identity, to create beauty with the chaotic elements she got from her blood. And she couldn’t blame her mother, not really. Her mother at least did her best to help, and always leant an empathetic ear when Marinette needed it. But Joker?

Oh, she could, and would, blame him even long after he was dead and gone. Because he was the one who hurt her mother, he was the one who twisted her and drove her to feel unfit to be a parent. And sometimes, Marinette thought it would be better if Joker never existed. Sure, that meant she never would have been born. But wouldn’t that have been easier, too? To not ever have to experience the struggle that came with being his daughter, a title she never consented to?

But she couldn’t change the past. She was alive, and she would use her life to spite everything that the Joker stood for. That would be her revenge. He wanted a toy?

Joker had been monologuing, but Marinette drowned it all out as she kept her periphery vision on the windows above her. Shadows moved out there, with familiar bright yellows and shadowy blacks. The bats were there. She just needed to stall.

She opened her mouth. Joker pulled a lever.

Marinette dropped.

Wire whizzed through the air, knocking the breath out of Marinette as it wound around her torso. She was barely able to piece together what was happening; one of the bats shot a human-safe grapple to try and pull her away from the acid.

But the chain and her restraints were stronger, heavier, and just dragged the grapple down with her body.

The impact sent a large wave of sickly green liquid surging over the side of the vat, and Marinette was dragged from view underneath the surface.

It burned.

She distantly felt the tape around her ankles peel itself away from her skin, the combination of acid and wetness rendering it useless. She felt the chemicals burning at her, sending painful tingles across every last inch of her skin. It got in her mouth, she didn’t have any breath in her to hold and ended up swallowing some. It seared her throat and created a river of lava inside her. It hurt.

It hurt so bad, she just wanted out. Out. Out. Out!

Someone pull her out now!

The zip tie around her wrist loosened enough for her to pull herself free, right as something heavy slammed into the heavy metal bowl. The entire container sloshed, slamming to fall onto its side. Marinette’s body was pulled alongside the rush of liquid as it flowed out, and she was able to breathe air again. Sweet, cooling air.

And then she hacked up acid, spitting and spewing it in an attempt to purge every last drop she had accidentally ingested. Like a cat choking on a hairball, she coughed and hacked and her chest convulsed and contracted to try and help her. Her ribs ached, she figured that the grapple that had tried to save her had ended up fracturing or breaking a rib or two. But all she cared about was breathing and getting rid of the chemicals she had inhaled. She needed it out. All of it. Out. Out. Out of her!

“Try to take a deep breath,” a gruff voice commanded, soft but solid. Something stable for her to cling to. So she did as it asked, forcing herself to stop hacking and instead focus on inhaling. As slowly as she could. It was difficult, the first few breaths cut themselves off with more involuntary coughing, but the owner of the gruff voice stayed nearby. Repeated it’s request. “Deep breath. Steady, now. In. Out. Good.”

Marinette was just starting to calm down, just starting to claw herself out of the haze of panic and adrenaline, when that wretched laugh cut through the air again.

“There you are! Heheheheh! My cute little Marionette!”

Marinette froze. She could barely think, barely understand her own emotions. But she knew she was different now. She knew there was no way back, he had taken it from her. He had taken her normality, he had taken all of her years of hard work and burned them right in front of her.

He had won. The bats hadn’t been fast enough. But, if her foggy mind was correct, Batman was the one trying to bring her back to lucidity. Batman was the one trying to help her get air back in her lungs.

Not her so-called father.

If he wanted a toy, she’d be a haunted doll. She’d harass him, haunt him, until he wanted nothing to do with her. She’d come back, like a possessed porcelain doll refusing to be thrown away. She would make him regret ever awakening the monster that she had spent so long forcing down. Because she was her father’s daughter, yes. But she was also her mother’s daughter.

And most importantly, she was Marinette Quinzel-Isley. Her own damned person. The Chosen wielder of the Creation miraculous. And she would never bow down and be used by anyone, ever again.

Tikki’s words from so long ago echoed in her mind. Resounded even louder than Joker’s laughter;

“That’s all order really is, Marinette. The decision to take all the chaos and madness around us, and make it make sense. Make it do something good.”

And wasn’t that everything Marinette had ever done? It was a part of her now. Like a tattoo she had inked into her very soul.

She took the chaos she was given, and turned it into something beautiful. And right now? Right now, the most beautiful thing she could think of was Joker’s face when she slammed her fist into it.

“Easy,” Batman repeated, but for a different reason now. Marinette’s lungs still stuttered a little, but her breathing was mostly under control. Now, he was saying it because Marinette was forcing herself to her feet. Her legs trembled under her, threatening to lay her out on the floor again. But she was every bit as stubborn as Joker, which made for a terrifying combination with her all-consuming fury. The acid had broken the mental chains Marinette had been using to hold it back, and now it burned fierce and bright in her eyes.

So Marinette kept herself up right, cognizant of Batman’s hand on her shoulder but ignoring it. She grit her teeth against the burning light of the room, everything suddenly too bright and colorful. Too vibrant. But it did little to distract her. She realized that one of her hands still gripped the heavy chain that had sent her drowning in the acid, and sent a snarl at her darling, jackass of a father as she whipped it out right towards him.

“Marinette!” Batman yelled, his grip tightening on her shoulder. But he didn’t pull her back, which spoke louder than any words he could have said to her right then. He wouldn’t save Joker from his daughter, he knew the man deserved at least this much pain. And sure enough, the metal links slammed right into Joker’s side, winding around him like a crushing whip.

But that was all Marinette had the strength to do. As soon as she saw Joker’s body hit the floor, writhing in agony and painfully loud cackles, her hand let go of the chain and her body tumbled down. Batman caught her.

“Red Hood, Nightwing, get Joker back to Arkham,” Batman’s order faded in and out of focus. Now that her most pressing desire was taken care of, the effects of the acid reared their ugly heads with renewed ferocity. Everything was too bright, too loud, and her thoughts echoed in her head like voices wrestling for supremacy. “Robin, Black Bat, stay on alert. Harley said that she’s incredibly trained,” he warned his partners. Marinette didn’t begrudge him, the only other two people who had survived being dunked into those chemicals hadn’t exactly treated him with kindness and pacifism. But she could barely focus on them anyway, too distracted by trying to reign in the chaos in her mind.

But Joker would never stay silent, even as he was dragged away in chains.

“Hehehahahahaha! Paper white, paper white!” He jeered cheerfully. “That’s my girl! Violent just like Papa!” Red hood knocked him out with a harsh punch to the side of his neck before he could say another word. But it was enough— enough for Marinette to gasp in realization.

Her skin. It was paper white, just like his. Not even Harley’s skin had been bleached like the Joker’s after her dip in the acid. That had always been makeup. Her mom had a healthy, peachy complexion like anyone else. A complexion Marinette had shared— until now. Now, she was unhealthily pale. Just like him.

A painful screech tore itself from her already raw throat, and Marinette’s fingernails immediately began to tear at her own skin. Red. Red was better than white— she didn’t want to look like him. She couldn’t. White was bad. Bad. Bad. Bad.

“Marinette! Stop!” Strong hands clamped around her wrists, pulling her hands away from herself even as she wriggled and tried to keep clawing at herself.

“No! No no no!” Marinette howled. “I don’t wanna look like him! I don’t wanna be like him!” She managed to get one hand free and immediately tried to tear away at her face. Batman was able to wrestle her arm away before she could do any damage besides a few angry red lines. “I refuse! I refuse! I refuse!” She shook her head, not feeling as tears flung themselves off her cheeks.

“Okay,” Batman’s voice was solid again, soft and grumbly and stable. She grabbed at it again, drawn to anything that might help bring her stability. She needed his unflappable attitude right then, and he probably didn’t even realize how badly. “That’s good. But you don’t need to rip your skin off to do that, you know that right?”

Marinette hiccuped, finally sinking down to sob as the weight of everything she had lost pressed down over the chaos of deafening light and blinding sound that continued to jumble around inside her head. “He changed me,” she choked out. Batman nodded even though she wasn’t looking at him.

“He did.”

“Th-that f-fucking bastard,” Marinette managed a sad chuckle before devolving right back into sobs. “I wo-worked so h-hard. N-never hurt any-anybody. Never… never yelled. Ne-never hit… Not people who didn’t attack f-first.”

“I know. Your mom told me,” he confirmed calmly. Solid, tethering. Marinette swallowed another gulp of air, trying to calm down. But everything was too much.

“Mom!” She suddenly realized out loud, turning and grabbing at Batman’s chest, clinging to his uniform. She didn’t even care that she almost sliced herself on a batarang, she clung to him desperately with wide, crazed eyes. “G-get Mom and… and Ivy! They… they can help. They know—“ Marinette paused to breathe, then resumed. “Momma Ivy— she gave me—gave me a diluted… th-thingy, years ago, I can’t remember—“ Marinette’s eyebrows furrowed as she tried to get her mind to calm down. To work.

“The serum she gave Harley?” He asked. “The one that made her immune to poisons, and gave her increased physical abilities?”

“That!” Marinette agreed frantically, nodding. “I was too— too little, to give the real thing, so she diluted it,” she swallowed her spit and winced when it burned her throat. “It… I think it’s helping with the—the—the—“

“The chemical’s effects?” Batman suddenly sounded like he was paying much more attention than before, his shoulders a little straighter at her explanation. “You think it’s slowing down or numbing what it did to your mom and Joker?” Marinette couldn’t talk anymore, it hurt too much. Everything hurt too much, so she just nodded. “Good. That’s good, Marinette. Robin! Get Harley and Ivy down here, now!”

That was when the voices started. Sometime during the ten minutes it took to get her Mom and Ivy to her, they had apparently been waiting nearby anxiously incase the Bats had needed backup, the voices had built from ominous whispers to devious shouts, ordering her to do things like slam her elbow into Batman’s throat or see what happened if she splashed Robin with some of the acid that was still on the ground.

Her body didn’t move. She kept herself carefully still, focusing on ignoring her impulse to listen to one of the voices. She was still lucid enough to know that she would regret it if she did any of that. That the Bats were more on her side than any of the voices or the Joker were. But it was growing painful, and Harley and Ivy walked in to Batman trying to keep Marinette from hitting her own head. She had devolved to trying to knock herself out to get the voices to be quiet.

“Shut up,” she hissed, her voice hoarse and gravelly. “Shut up, shut up, shut. Up!” She was clearly talking to herself, her eyes screwed shut as she continued to try and hit her head. Harley gasped, hands flying to her mouth and eyes watering at the sight. This was something she had hoped she would never see.

“Harls,” Ivy spoke softly, putting a gentle arm around her wife’s back in support. It hurt Ivy to see Marinette in so much agony, but she knew it pained Harley even more. And much more personally. “Come on. We can help.”

“Y-you’re right,” Harley agreed shakily, taking a deep breath to try and compose herself before they both approached their daughter. Batman didn’t let go of Marinette, but did lean out of the way to give them access to her.

“Honeycake?” Harley called out softly, a little unsure how the chemicals were affecting her baby’s personality right then. The first few days were going to be the worst, and she knew that. The Dunk never took it easy on it’s victims. Marinette gasped, stopping her muttering and raising her head to look at Harley with wide eyes.

“Momma?”

Harley had to swallow heavily to shove back the sob that wanted to bubble up out of her. She had to be strong for her baby. She couldn’t break yet. But Marinette hadn’t called her Momma since she was little, now she called Pamela ‘Momma Ivy’ and her just ‘Mom’.

“It’s me, sugarplum,” she assured her daughter, kneeling down and cupping one of Marinette’s cheeks in her palm. And that was when she noticed it, and couldn’t help but widen her eyes in shock. But Marinette’s senses were so sensitive that she noticed it right away, and stiffened.

“Wh-what is it?” She grew frantic when Harley didn’t immediately respond, only winced in sympathy. Marinette knew that wasn’t good. “Mom? What is it? What did he do? What else did he do to me?”

“Darling,” Harley started, licking her lips nervously. “My sweet baby girl, your right eye… it’s green now, sugar.”

Marinette’s world froze. She tried to smile, but it came out lopsided and disbelieving. “No,” she somehow managed to breathe. “No, mom, I have your eyes. Your blue eyes. I love your eyes,” Her voice steadily got more and more panicked as she went on, not wanting to accept what her mother was clearly seeing. She watched as Harley’s face broke a little, a few tears escaping before the older woman could stop them. Marinette shook her head again, slipping her tiny wrist out of Batman’s hold and raising it to her eye. “No. It’s one of his tricks. He—he must have slipped a contact in my eye when I was passed out, that’s— that’s— that’s all—“ but her fingertip met her normal eye. No contact to be felt. Marinette’s hand fell into her lap limply. The room was absolutely silent as everyone gave her a few seconds to process just how much she had been changed, entirely against her will. She opened and closed her mouth, not sure whether she wanted to yell or curse or cry. Instead, her voice just came out in a very tiny, broken:

“...fuck.”

—*—*—*—*—*

Marinette had gone mostly mute. She would say a word here or there, but for the most part she was doing a good impression of a vegetable. She stayed silent, as still as possible, and just stared at the ceiling of her hospital room.

She had been like that for the past two weeks they had been monitoring her in the Acid’s aftermath. Her ribs, which had turned out to only be bruised thankfully enough, had healed. Her cheek and torso were healed up too, only the barest hint of sickly yellow to show as a reminder of Joker’s hits on her. Sometimes the cameras would catch her talking to seemingly empty air, only for a nurse to rush in and see that Marinette had gone silent yet again.

Tikki was doing her best to help. She had been separated from Marinette, but Pamela had found Marinette’s purse and returned it— and subsequently Tikki— when they had gotten her to the hospital. She was the only person Marinette regularly spoke to, because Marinette knew Tikki understood. Tikki had been around since the Big Bang, she had seen worse things than a little insanity. Tikki had always been there to help her feel at ease with her mind and body. She shared a piece of Tikki’s soul, even, according to the tiny god.

But talking to anyone else was too hard. Too scary. She still had those damned voices at war in her mind, trying to convince her to do things that made her lock her joints and keep her body absolutely still before she acted on any of the coaxes. Possibilities she had never considered before came startlingly easy to her mind now— like how it would only take two seconds to tear her IV out and stab it into her nurse’s eye. How she could use her blanket to strangle Momma Ivy, or how she could fake jumping out the window and Harley wouldn’t waste a second trying to save her.

They were horrible thoughts. Intrusive, ugly, and far too loud. She didn’t want to act on any of them, but sometimes she found her fingers twitching only a second before she could follow through on one.

She spent a lot of time meditating, because of it. Which is why most people thought she was ignoring them. She didn’t mean to, she just needed to meditate. It was like her brain was a giant room filled with filing cabinets that held her thoughts and emotions. Her whole life, Marinette had carefully kept this room alphabetized, organized, and neat. Every file in its correct drawer. Until Joker had come along, and ripped the entire place apart. Tore certain files in half, broke her cabinets, ruined her filing system. And now she had to put the room back together, one drawer and piece of paper at a time.

That’s what the meditation was doing. She was getting reacquainted with herself. Learning what had changed in her mind and trying to adjust. She couldn’t be the old Marinette anymore, but she’d be damned if she let the Joker turn her into someone ugly like him.

So she needed time.

One day, towards the end of those two weeks, she got a visitor slipping through her window. Considering her room was on the tenth floor, she had it pretty narrowed down as to who it could be. Batman had visited her every night, a silent shadow in the corner, but he had already left for the day so it couldn’t be him. None of the other bats had dropped by after the second day.

She turned her head to see that that was now changed; Red Hood sat on her windowsill with one leg inside the room and the other bent on the sill itself. He looked the very picture of comfort despite being a stiff wind (or quick shove— no, bad brain) away from falling to his death. And then Hood took off his helmet, which was ugly enough to inspire some of the more violent suggestions in her brain and make them seem appealing.

“Ya know. Red Hood used to be what Joker called himself,” were the first words out of the vigilante’s mouth. Marinette’s eyebrows pulled down, and it was clear she was confused (and a little angry) at what he told her. He grinned, his eyes still hidden by the domino mask on his face. “Eh. The bastard killed me, ya know. I was the second Robin, a lifetime ago.”

Marinette’s eyes widened at that, and the violent voices dimmed and seemed to grow muffled. Marinette couldn’t quite understand what they were trying to tell her anymore, which made her figure that she had better pay attention to what Hood had to say. She licked her dry lips, and spoke softly. Her throat was still damaged from the acid, so she couldn’t speak very loudly yet.

“Then how are you… you know, here?”

The man chuckled. “Another group of assholes happens to have a magic pit in their basement. It’s a glowing green lake, ten different types of bad news. But it brings people back to life, and they dunked me in it without even caring for a second if I even wanted to come back.”

Marinette’s shoulders relaxed all on their own. It seemed to sink into her brain all at once, a simple:

Oh. He gets it.

“I guess the water doesn’t take it easy on your brain, either?” She hazarded an educated guess. He laughed, shaking his head.

“Not at all. I went off the deep end for a while, and killed a lotta people. They deserved it at least, but I don’t like how violent I was back then. Before I learned how to cope. Attacked people who were innocent. Red Robin almost died when I attacked him, back then, when he was just Robin.”

“Then why’d you keep calling yourself Red Hood?” She asked, tilting her head. He finally turned his head to look straight at her instead of just staring out the window. His grin widened, but it was lopsided. The grin of someone who was healed from some serious shit, but knew that it would always ache. A bittersweet expression.

“Cuz he doesn’t own that name. I made it into something that stands for at least a little good. Something that scares the assholes who don’t care about killing or abusing innocent people. Hell, some people take comfort in the name Red Hood now. And you know what that means?”

Marinette shook her head, and his grin widened into a shark-like smile.

“It means I stole it from him. The name Red Hood. He’ll never use it again, and now it stands for the opposite of anything he’d agree with. You can do that too, you know. Find something to steal from him, or use something he gave you, and make it your own.”

“Turn the chaos into something good,” Marinette said dreamily, clearly quoting someone. Red Hood nodded.

“Exactly. It’s not gonna be easy, but you got the choice here. You ain’t going back to who you used to be, but you can take the victory away from him.”

“... make him regret ever dunking me in that stupid vat,” she agreed, narrowing her eyes as they filled with determination for the first time since her body hit the acid. “He wants a puppet, an obedient little doll, I’ll give him Annabel.”

“There ya go,” The vigilante slid off the windowsill and approached her bed, holding out his hand for a shake. “I can help you get to that. What do ya say?”

Marinette was silent for a long minute, staring straight into his masked eyes. And then, a slow smile spread over her lips. “I got one question, Red Hood.”

“Shoot.”

“How do you feel about black cats?”

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This took four hours, holy hell. I’m actually happy with how this turned out. What do you guys think? I even got to max length on Tumblr 😂

[comics-and-fanworks]

ML/DC Bio Mom AU Part 1 (Starfire)

‘So I’ve seen some AUs with Poison Ivy, Catwoman, or Harley Quinn as Marinette’s Bio mom, So here’s some other  DC ladies and how Marinette finds out! Note: Starfire is an adult in this AU, and powers and abilities come from the DC comics wiki and Teen Titans wiki.

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Marinette woke up one day floating above her bed. She screamed loud enough to wake the neighbors. Tom and Sabine rushed upstairs to find her floating up by the ceiling. The Kwamii were in a panic, and weren’t even trying to hide (it’s not like Sabine and Tom would never find out, and Marinette never asked why the fridge was always stocked with the Kawmii’s foods), instead they were trying to help her learn how to move. After helping her down, and calming her down, Tom and Sabine decided it was time to tell their daughter the full truth. Marinette had always known she was adopted, and knew that Tom and Sabine loved her as if she were their flesh and blood, but she never knew who her parents were. It was a massive shock to her when they told her that her biological parents were the heroes Starfire and Nightwing. 

Tom and Sabine explained that they met the couple through Gina, who had met them during her travels. The two couples eventually became close friends, and around the time Mari was born, Starfire’s sister Komand’r returned, and threatened to kill Mari. In order to insure their daughter’s safety, they asked Tom and Sabine to adopt Mar’i Nettie Grayson-And’r and to hide her identity they changed her name slightly to Marinette. They told her that when her bio parents had finally felt it was safe again, and were more than happy to speak with her whenever she was ready. Koriand’r wasn’t sure if Marinette would meet them before or after she got her powers (she had a hunch her daughter would inherit them), and left her some letters to help her learn how to use them. Marinette asked if she could read the letters, and if she could meet her bio parents before school started. 

“My sweet little Mar’i, I don’t know if we’ll get to see you before your powers develop, but as your mother I will always look after you. The most important thing you should know is that your powers are linked directly to your emotions,” Wonderful. That’s just what Marinette needed when she was already dealing with a terrorist targeting peoples’ emotions, “You’ll probably develop the power of flight first, it was the first one I did. In order to fly, you will need to feel unbridled joy. That should be easy, seeing the world from the skies sparks that feeling on its own,” For her, it was the thought of defeating Hawkmoth. Next thing she she knew she was floating again. It was easy enough to figure out how to move around, she just had to lean different directions. Picking up speed was easy enough as well, stopping was a bit tougher, but she got the hang of it. Marinette loved to fly, it made getting to Akumas much faster, and while she kept herself hidden as a civilian, as Ladybug she could play it off as getting stronger and unlocking new powers. Chat asked her about it once and how he could fly, thankfully her timer went off, and later Plagg would cover for her and tell Adrien that it was just a power the Ladybug Miraculous had.

“To use your starbolts, you must feel a righteous fury. Think of a time someone has unjustly hurt you or someone else, channel everything you wish you could have done. Oh my little star! I bet your starbolts will be beautiful, and I can’t wait to see what color they are,” Thinking of Hawkmoth, Lila, and even Adrien at times helped her master her starbolts. They were a gorgeous sapphire blue to match her eyes, and now that she could fly, she could practice using them outside of Paris! Tom and Sabine suggested she look up videos of her mom fighting, so she could learn how to make combos and learn some moves. Marinette was careful to never use this power as Ladybug, she didn’t want Chat getting suspicious. 

“Since you are half Tamaranean, you will most likely have my super strength. Whenever you want to use this, tap into your boundless confidence, I know you can do it!” This was a little harder for Marinette. Due to the heaps of expectations placed on her by her classmates and Mrs. Bustier, the torment she endured from Lila and her supporters, and Hawkmoth had destroyed her confidence over time. However, Tikki and the Kwamii reminded her that she could fly, that she was a superhero, she was a designer. Slowly they helped her rebuild her confidence, until one day as she was trying to get a pen that rolled under her dresser... she picked it up! She quickly climbed onto her balcony and took off to the forest she’d been practicing in to test her new found strength. While she wasn’t able to fully find her limit, she is confident she can lift buildings. She continued to read her mother’s letters, and continued to learn about her powers, until she got to the last letter.

“Around the time your powers have finished kicking in, the rest of your tamaranean genes will begin to show. Don’t worry, I promise you’ll be fine!” Marinette woke up one morning to find that she had outgrown her bed, and most of her clothes. She quickly googled her bio parents, ‘Yep, that makes sense. My bio dad is 5′10″ and my bio mom is... 6′4″!?’ Quickly measuring herself, Mari realized she was now 6′2″. She also noticed something else, her hair had grown overnight as well, and was dragging on the floor behind her. Oh well, this wouldn’t be a problem since she was a fashion designer, and the Miraculous could disguise her appearance. She spent the next few weeks remaking her wardrobe. 

Three weeks before school started, she was sitting in a café. She was finally going to meet her parents! She was scrolling through her phone, looking at all the messages she’d been sent. Mrs. Bustier was asking her to do everything except plan and teach the lessons, her classmates were demanding things and volunteering her to do things for them, and Adrien was sending her reminders not to rock the boat and to not expose Lila. Plus with Hawkmoth getting stronger, she was half tempted to ask her bio parents for help. She loved her Maman and Papa dearly, but she was at her limit, and getting out of Paris seemed like a great idea. Her thoughts were interrupted when she heard the door swing open, and thinking it was her parents, she looked up. There were her classmates, even Chloe and Lila. 

“There you are Girl! We haven’t heard from you all summer,” Alya started, but she was quickly cut off by Alix, “Yeah Mari what gives? You just ghosted us!” Marinette sighed, with her enhanced hearing she could easily catch Lila whispering something to Rose about her potentially doing some sketchy stuff behind their backs. “I... got in contact with my bio parents over the summer, and have been dealing with that. In fact I’m here to meet them,” Most of her class looked amazed, Lila had told them Marinette’s Bio parents never wanted to see her again, but she also told them that Marinette lies so they figured that’s what this was. “Dupain-Cheng, you look weird. What happened to you,” Chloe snapped, crossing her arms. At this, Marinette stood, and her classmates’ jaws dropped. She towered over them with the grace of a queen, and had incredibly long hair up in a ponytail that almost seemed to move on its own. She walked past them to the counter and to get another coffee. She turned back to her classmates.

“If you don’t mind, I’d like to meet with my parents in private,” Mari said. She watched as Lila and Chloe led them over to another table, it looks like she wasn’t going to get that private reunion she hoped for. Going back to her booth, she was about to text her bio father that they should meet somewhere else, when the door opened again. There they were, Koriand’r and Dick Grayson, in the flesh. Marinette’s class was staring as Alya whipped out her phone to record, about to leap out of her seat and ask for an interview with the eldest wayne and his supermodel wife (they thought about coming in costume, but didn’t wanna concern people), when she caught something else on her phone instead. Marinette stood up and whispered, “Mom? Dad?” and almost as soon as she got the words out she was engulfed in a hug. As the class shook off their initial shock, they began to process some of the things that were being said:

“Mar’i.... My little star! We missed you so much!”

“Babybird how have you been? We’re so sorry we didn’t reach out sooner, we thought that it was your choice to make and we didn’t want to take you away from your life!”

“You’ve grown so much! Tom and Sabine have kept us updated!”

It took a moment for the class to process. These were Marinette’s parents? However, looking closer they could see it more. Alya was shocked her bestie never told her these were her bio parents! She was so going to give Marinette a hard time for withholding such incredible information! Nino and Kim were elated for their friend, they never believed Lila’s crap about Mari being a bully, they grew up with that girl and knew that she’d never met her bio parents. Lila and Chloe were shocked. Here they were, making an enemy out of Marinette, when in reality she could have been their ticket to fame and glory! Adrien was stunned, not just at who Marinette’s parents were, but how much she had changed. He had to admit she was very gorgeous, and made him seriously doubt his devotion to Ladybug.

Eventually they tuned back into the conversation in front of them, and heard something that shook them to the core, “If it’s alright with you all, can... can I come with you to Bludhaven? I’d really like to get to know you more and I’ve been having a rough time in Paris, a lot is going on and it’s getting to be too much. If you don’t want-”

“Mar’i Nettie Grayson-And’r! Of course we want you! Come on, let’s go talk with Tom and Sabine, and you can tell us everything that’s been going on!”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Let me know if I need to change anything or if you’d like a continuation of this! I may do a different superhero or villain next!

Edited: fixed grammar error.

[unalive-blog]

Amphibia Headcanons

Here, take some of my Headcanons, some of them are old, some of them are new

Anne uses She/Her pronouns, Sasha uses He/Him pronouns, and Marcy uses They/Them pronouns.

Marcy needs glasses

Marcy is Autistic

Sasha’s hair is naturally black

Marcy would drag Sasha and Anne to some conventions

Sasha is Transmasc

Grime and Hop Pop have top surgery scars

Sprig, Ivy, and Maddie are in a Poly QPR

Polly and Pearl are rivals

Wally is Ivy’s bio father. He’s not allowed to see Ivy. (That’s why he followed Ivy to see her with Anne & Polly.) (Ivy has no idea that Wally used to be in a relationship with Felicia, no one does.)

Toady is 18.

Marcy wanted to ask Anne and Sasha to prom, but got too scared and chickened out.

Anne has freckles.

Sasha does lose an eye, and Anne loses an arm.

Sasha cuts his hair.

Sasha uses armor to bind his chest.

Wally and Stumpy are in love (I have no explanation for this-)

Anne’s eyes become blue, Marcy’s eyes become green, and Sasha’s eyes become pink. (One of Sasha’s eyes is a much lighter pink, to show that he’s blind through that one.)

Marcy grows their hair out.

Wally is Nonbinary and uses any pronouns!

Stumpy is a toad, not a frog.

Sasha and Marcy can’t cook.

Marcy is SUPER Multifandom. Name a fandom, there is a 99% chance that they know it.

Mr. Boonchuy is a Marcanne shipper, Mrs. Boonchuy is a Sashanne shipper-

Anne, Marcy, and Sasha all accidentally asked each other out at the same time.

Mr. & Mrs Boonchuy love and support their daughters relationship with Marcy and Sasha

Sasha is the only one in the Calamity Trio that can actually drive.

Yunan gave Marcy the crossbow.

The frog plushie next to Marcy in the hospital in their theme song takeover, was given to them by Lady Olivia.

Sasha and Marcy have more of a hard time sleeping, so Anne sings them to sleep. And Anne can only sleep when everything’s quiet. So she also has a hard time sleeping.

Anne likes blueberry pancakes

Anne ends up growing taller than Marcy and Marcy ends up being taller than Sasha. (Short Sasha-)

Anne has dyscalculia. (Because I relate to Anne and I have dyscalculia.)

Sasha has an eyebrow slit.

Sasha has an anxiety disorder

Sasha gets anxiety attacks when it’s really cold. (Because that also happens to me-)

(It might not be anxiety attacks, but that’s what it feels like to me-) (I’ve had quite a few of them before-)

Anne has a big stuffed animal collection

Anne and her parents get Sasha a weighted blanket on his birthday.

Marcy and Sasha have definitely gotten so close to Anne’s parents that Marcy will call Mr. Boonchuy “Dad” and Sasha will call Mrs. Boonchuy “Mom”.

Marcy has a strained relationship with their dad. And Sasha hates his mother.

Marcy isn’t really close to their mom, and Sasha didn’t have a dad.

When Sasha, Marcy, and Anne get older, they’ll marry each other. And Sasha & Marcy take Anne’s last name! (Sasha & Marcy Boonchuy)

Mrs. Boonchuy is a Straight Ally, and supports her Trans Lesbian Daughter, her future daughters-in-law, and her bisexual husband. And her daughters frog family of course, none of them are straight or cis.

Yunan is related to Priscilla. I don’t know how, but she is. And Pearl refers to her as “Auntie”. (Even though Priscilla & Yunan probably aren’t sisters) (Probably a best friend that’s sort of like family)

Sprig is a poisonous frog

Sasha gets a lot of piercings when he gets older, and he got everything pierced, himself! (Ears, nose, lip, and tongue.) for now, he only has his ears pierced.

Sasha is half Asian. (Because I think it would be cool to have the whole Calamity Trio be Asian!)

Sasha dots his “i”’s with hearts.

Marcy used to be a ballet dancer

[completely-anomalous]

#onlyingotham is Robinson Park the safest place to be for bio females and kids. Ivy and Harley are the underground moms. She did try to poison me with poison ivy tea but she loves me know that I shared my knowledge of herbs with her. (ps. Jokes on her im not allergic to poison ivy)

[thebisexualdogdad]

Pll original sin eps 4&5 thoughts and theories

● Marjorie girl you gotta stop letting other people take the blame for your shit

● Verdicts in, I don't like Greg. I thought maybe he was just acting out because he was in a toxic relationship with Karen but no, he's just toxic

● Why are basements a thing you will never catch me in a basement

● especially Tabitha like what the fuck you should know to never go into a basement alone

● Imogen don't be talking to Miss Sidney like that

● though the moms were pretty cruel to Angela so like maybe you have a reason to be mad

● Here we go with the oujia shit leave the spirits alone

● The sheriff is such a piece of shit

● Faran is serving as Marion Crane

● I don't care who A is if someone fucks with my pizza they are gonna get smacked

● Holy fuck that Noa scene was emotional

● Walkie talkie club 4ever

● Shut the fuck up Wes challenge

● Faran as Poison ivy?? A look!!

● Shawn is pretty useless as a character, he has not done one interesting thing in 5 episodes

● why is no one questioning why a giant is at this high school party? If no one at your school is as tall a giraffe I would find it pretty fucking weird that someone that massive is creeping around this party

● and why did Davie keep Angela's mask? I'm assuming everything in that trunk was Angela's

● now for the theories:

● do I feel bad for Tyler being dead? Not one bit.

● I would have let Tabitha keep beating the shit out of him

● for Minnie either Elodie was previously married to a man or Elodie and Shirley used a sperm donor of someone they knew and allowed him to be a part of Minnie's life

● I still believe Kelly is Karen

● either way her bio dad wanted sole custody of her and kidnapped her and nows she's processing her trauma by 'helping' people whose kids went missing?

● but Minnie you gotta stop that shit and talk to a therapist

● Chip is the one who assaulted Tabby at the bonfire

● and I don't think Imogens attacker was a classmate, just some trash who saw her walking home alone and took an opportunity (maybe A??)

● I still find Henry to be sketchy as hell, I don't know what he did but he did something

● now that Davie is dead and Marjorie is gonna be in major trouble I feel like Sidney is next. Idk what kind of scandals a real estate agent can get into but there's gonna be a scandal to ruin her reputation

● I don't think Elodie is gonna be directly targeted by A because Minnie is gonna get herself into enough trouble with whatever the fuck she's doing and it's gonna connect back to some secret of Elodie's

[gpgurl50recaps]

My Top 25 TV Shows of 2021

Superstore- This was a heartwarming final season.  Everyone ended up as they were supposed to.

Brooklyn Nine-Nine- This show ended on a good note.  Funny and sweet.

Pose- The entire season was just fan service but in the best ways.  Papi singing “I Swear” as his wedding vows still works for me.

Black Monday- The entire season was a hilarious murder mystery and I guessed the killer correctly!  This show is so slept on.

Saved By The Bell- This show avoided the sophomore slump.

Girls5eva- This was great.  It was about a girl group getting back together after years.  It was a comedy with actually good singers.

Wynonna Earp- This was a solid final season given the COVID of it all. Everyone ended pretty happily.

Wandavision- This was such a pleasant TV obsession for me.  It was a good mystery box show with a great cast.

Yellowjackets- This is my current obsession.  There's actual gay characters on the show but everyone on the show has the dynamic of are they in love or do they hate each other?  The answer is always both.  It's dark, depressing, psychological horror, funny, complex relationships, mystery box show, actual horror.

Mom- This had a nice final season too.  It's a shame Anna Faris didn't come back but it ended very hopefully.

The Other Two- This had a solid sophomore season.  It was very funny.  It was a good take down of actual things and some actually great character moments.

What We Do In The Shadows- This season put our silly characters in power and brought some new character dynamics.  It was a lot of fun.

Everything's Gonna Be Okay- I'm going to miss this show.  It was a sweet, gentle, funny show that depicted characters with disabilities and varying shades of sexuality.  A lot of found family stuff.

Resident Alien- This was a fun, tonally weird, mystery show.  An original show about an alien who comes to Earth to destroy the world and ends up liking it.

Kevin Can F*** Himself- This was a fun genre bending show, told from the perspective of a sitcom wife, if her life was actually a gritty drama.

Tuca & Bertie- This show continued to deal with trauma and relationships in a very funny way.  It explored some interesting things.

We Are Lady Parts- This is a fun show about an all female rock band that forms together.  It's a sweet comedy.

A.P. Bio- The show did a lot of crazy things this season but it was fun.

Hacks- This was a show about an older comic teaming up with a young writer.  It was kind of a dramedy that ended on a great cliffhanger.

Reservation Dogs- This was a good show about indigenous kids living on a reservation together.

The Queen's Gambit- This was a good drama that hooked me in.  It was nice seeing it build to a finish.

Falcon & The Winter Soldier- This was a good Marvel Show.  A lot of fun and betrayals.

Harlem- This was a chill hangout show.

Batwoman- This show is extremely gay.  It's a good superhero show that has a diverse cast.  It's bringing in Poison Ivy and the Joker.

Stargirl- This show is maybe the most improved of the year for me.  It felt like a kids show when it started.  Then it turned into a psychological horror show in season 2.  It had stakes and new characters in season 2.

[murderbirds]

Headcanon for the rogues

Here are my headcanon bios for my 6 favorite rogues in no specific order, might make a part 2

Scarecrow- Theater kid/ E-boy/ Tsundere

Jon is quite good friends with Tetch, Harley, Ivy, Croc and has a rivalry friendship (brotherly kinda) with Edward. He acts dismissive and like he doesn't care about anyone but will die to protect those he loves. He is also a huge nerd, although he will deny it until the day he dies. Feelings? What feelings? He feels no feelings... unless you insult his favorite character or says something factually incorrect... He normally targets abusers or people who enjoy creating fear in other to use as guinea pigs for his experiments. He doesn't get along with the other rogues.

Riddler- Nerd/ bratty/ loud to hide low self esteem

Edward is constantly talking, he just contantly has to show that he is the smartest man in the room 24/7, even if it's really annoying to most, and that reflects in his crimes, which aren't done so much as to get anythibg, but to prove himself better than the police and the other rogues. If he goes quiet around you, that is actually a good sign because it means he doesn't feel the need to prove himself to you. He can come out as arrogant, self centered and narcissistic which is partially true, but it is just a way to cover up his self doubts. Good friends with Harley Quinn, Jervis Tetch, and Jonathan Crane. Dating/ex with Oswald Cobblepot (depending on source)

The rest of the rogues tend to avoid him, they don't hate him (like scarecrow) but dislike his tendencies to leave clues behind.

Mad Hatter- Babysitter friend/ the adult/ ironically the sanest one in the Rogue Gallery

Jervis is a more observant and quiet individual who follows along the louder rogues and normally ends up cleaning their messes. Unlike Oswald, he doesn't go out of his way to stop them from going through with their terrible ideas, he normally goes along until it explodes on their faces. He also owns a bistro which he manages when they aren't committing crimes. Gets along with all the rogues fairly well, but is best friends with Jon and Ed.

Penguin- Sugar D*ddy/ The mom friend/ He can and will ground you

With a constant angry/annoyed face Oswald is quite the serious man, specially compared to his peers. He is a businessman and a good one at that, which leads to him being one of the most unpopular rogues in Gotham seeing as most believe him to be a greedy capitalist which, to be fair, he is, but as any of his employees will tell you, he is also a pretty just man who will pay appropriately to a well done job. Penguin will act polite and as "utmost gentleman" until you piss him off, in which case he will try to kill you with a smile on his face. Penguin has or has done business with all the other Rogues and most of them have no complaints, however he dislikes more chaotic characters like Scarecrow and the Joker. Good friends with Harvey Dent, Victor Fries and Harley Quinn. Was a father figure to Ivy until their goals got in the way. Either dating or exs with Edward Nygma.

Poison Ivy- Gatekeep/Girlboss/ no gasslight cuz it's bad for the plants

Considered the most powerful being in Gotham, Ivy is relative quiet when it comes to the rogues. She has her own greenhouse where she helps the homeless as long as they agree to help her take care of her plants. She will only leave her greenhouse in case something that will amass in a large number of plants getting killed is going on. Some people will still try to go after her out of fear she will one day snap and use her powers for evil, in those cases she doesn't consider herself responsible for their deaths and 100% uses their bodies as fertilizers. She has a very neutral relationship with most of the rogues, but has shown to enjoy working with Scarecrow, Catwoman and Riddler. She was Penguin's protégé but due to his capitalist nature, she doesn't get along with him anymore. Harley's girlfriend.

Harley Quinn- Screw the Joker/ Therapist friend/ Bimbo who loves pranking people

Harley is a really emotionally intelligent person who simply cannot function as an individual. She is hyperactive, impulsive considered ditzy by most of her peers, but once she decides to do something, there is no one who can stop her, not even the bat. After she breaks up with the Joker, she starts her own career as a mercenary, quickly rising to the levels of Deathstroke, even if she isn't the best with a gun. She's still extremely agile and intelligent, especially when it comes to reading people. A part of the rogues enjoy working with her, a part is annoyed by her ultra optimistic nature and the rest is terrified of how easily she can read people. Good Friends with the Dork Squad, Catwoman and Penguin despite being chaotic (he actually finds her jokes pretty funny). Dating Pamela, hates Joker (when she isn't working as a mercenary, she is either working in her clinic or foiling his plans)

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

schrodinger's cat

by Metalotaku My extrapolated story from I'm building off flamingpuddings post on Tumblr. What if Selina Kyle was Danny bio mom. That she had with Batman. And she put him up for adoption to her distance relatives the fentons. I've also taken the liberty to set the phantom time line up a few years earlier. Danny had his accident in Jr high. At 11 in 6th grade. He meets Selina at not yet 14 teen. A ton of DC characters will make appearances eventually. But it's going to focus heavily on Gotham based characters first. And slowly sprinkle in more phantom characters and other dc characters from all media forms messed together. Words: 3157, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Danny Phantom, DCU (Comics), Gotham City Sirens (Comics), Red Hood and the Outlaws (Comics), Batman - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M, Other Characters: Danny Fenton, Selina Kyle, Jason Todd, Harleen Quinzel, Ivy (Poison Ivy 1992), Rogues Gallery (Batman), Batman Ensemble, Vlad Masters, Dick Grayson, Tim Drake, Damian Wayne, Bruce Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth Relationships: Pamela Isley/Harleen Quinzel, Pamela Isley & Selina Kyle & Harleen Quinzel, Selina Kyle/Bruce Wayne Additional Tags: Bruce Wayne is Danny Fenton's Biological Parent, Selina kyle is danny fenton's biological parent, Danny Fenton is a Little Shit, danny fenton has a new alter ego, he's living his catboy dreams, no beta we die like danny, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, danny will get some safe self discovery, He/Him and They/Them pronouns for Danny Fenton, eventually via https://ift.tt/HuAbzGs

[wendyliddel]

So I already mentioned  a theory that Mary could become Poison Ivy, though I know that is highly unlikely.

My other, more likely, theory is that Ivy could turn out to be Ryan’s mom.

I know there were theories early on that Ryan could turn out to be Selina Kyles’ daughter, but the fact that Ryan carried a plant with her for half her life could be a hint that she is Ivy’s daughter. 

I know the plant wasn’t given to her by her bio mom, but still.

Not to mention, we were given the indication that Ivy would be there next season right after Ryan was told that her bio mom is alive.  (I’m not sure where the Penguin fits into all of this, but we’ll see.)

[darkshadow90]

Arthur Fleck x reader (request): the reader becomes Poison Ivy

Summary: You have a love for plants...an unhealthy love for plants. You love bio chemistry and have been studying it for years. You work at a gardening shop, tending to the plants. You meet Arthur and he becomes infatuated with you. You have more in common with each other  than you realize.

A/N: Hey guys. This was requested by an anon. The requested a one shot in which the reader meets Arthur and becomes Poison Ivy. Arthur becomes infatuated with her. This interpretation of Poison Ivy does not have super powers. She has an unhealthy love of plants. I know her name is Pamala Isely. I’m only somewhat knowledgeable of this character, and I’ve never written for her. I apologize if my characterization isn’t accurate, but since this involves the reader becoming Poison Ivy, I suppose straying from the character isn’t so bad. Instead of her name being Pamela, it’s Y/N. Anon, I’m sorry this took so long. I hope it’s what you wanted :) Warnings: Infatuation, obsessive thoughts. Mentions of abuse in the past, manipulation, references to murder.

You had spent most of your life in Gotham. You remember developing a love of plants at a young age. You grew up in an abusive household. Your father would abuse your mother regularly. One day you saw her outside gardening. She told you she loved gardening because it made her feel at ease. She felt like she could talk to flowers as if they were her friends. You loved helping her in the flowers. You noticed your father would bring home roses to your mother as an apology, and it worked. You wondered what is was about the roses that made her forgive him. You and your mother eventually managed to leave him. Much like your mother, you also developed a love of plants over time.

Years later, you decided to attend college and study bio chemistry. You wanted to study plants for a living. It was a way for you to get to know them. You decided to study the chemistry of plants. On the side, you worked at a plant shop. You didn’t have many friends, so you often found yourself talking to the flowers and other plants. One day, a man came into the shop. You noticed he was looking at all the different plants. “Can I help you with something?” The man turned around, a little startled. He looked old and young at the same time. It seemed his clothes didn’t fit properly. “No. I’m just looking.” Something about him seemed a bit off. You could tell he had a difficult life. “What’s your name? I’m Y/N.” “Arthur. Arthur Fleck. I came here on my way back from the hospital. My mom died. “Oh, I’m sorry.” He shook his head and waved off your apology.

“Don’t be. She was sick for a long time. I actually feel pretty good. Can I ask, you seem to really like plants. Can I ask why?” “I grew up in an abusive household. My dad abused my mom a lot. Gardening was her way of escaping for a little while. She told me she felt like she could talk to plants. I loved helping my mom in the garden. We were able to leave my dad eventually, and my mom continued to let me help her with gardening. I didn’t have a lot of friends so the flowers and plants were my friends. Now I’m studying bio chemistry. I want to get to know plants on a deep level and make the environment a better place. What about you?”

Arthur smiled. He couldn’t believe someone was interested in learning about him. “I used to work as a clown. My mom said my purpose was to bring joy and laughter to everyone. I’m going on the Murray Franklin show later this week. It’s my dream. I’ll finally be able to make people laugh. My mom. I really don’t want to talk about her. I was abused as a child, too.” “I’m sorry.” “It doesn’t matter, Y/N. It’s in the past. I really should get going. I need to practice for my act.” “Okay. It was nice meeting you, Arthur.” He turned around before walking out the door. “Can I ask you another question?” You nodded. “If you could, would you kill him?” “What?” “Your father. Would you kill him for abusing your mother if you could?” The joyful look in his eyes as he asked about murder shocked you. You didn’t know what to say. “No, of course you wouldn’t. You’re a good person.” He turned around and walked out the door.

Arthur was infatuated with you. He couldn’t believe how much the two of you had in common. He felt a connection with you, particularly the abuse both of you had experience with as children. He kept thinking about you, you were always in the back of his mind. A few weeks later, riots occurred. You ended up being placed in Arkham. On your way back from your night classes, you saw the gardening shop had been broken into. The flowers and plants had been ruined. You saw the people inside. You lost it and brutally attacked them, screaming about losing your family. The police arrested you and you were placed on the floor for the criminally insane. You saw a very familiar person in your group therapy session. You insisted they call you Poison Ivy. It was Arthur. You realized during the talk sessions that you had a lot in common. “Fancy meeting you here, Y/N. Although a little birdie told me you go by Poison Ivy now. I never thought a sweet little thing like you would ever end up here.” He chuckled at the irony. “Likewise, Joker. What do you say to being friends and burning Gotham to the ground one day?” “I think it could be a beautiful friendship indeed.”