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pynkgothicka · 5 months

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Inspired by one of your reblogged posts..

I really want to see dark! misogynistic Jason Todd with a somewhat innocent! girlfriend. He was so sweet to her until they started dating; Now he just can't be bothered with her. He consults his friends about it on COD, or some other incel hangout, and they advise him to put reader in her place.

He comes home one day to reader laying in bed on her phone and he just can't seem to control himself. He's spewing out degrading thoughts, about how he's just so sweet to her and all she can do is complain, and not even be grateful that Jason's using his precious time to breed and lay his claim her needy cunt. Using and absolutely destroying her like the plaything she is.

(also, can i be 🐢 anon? i feel like I'll be returning to you for a while.. i love ur work!)

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Pairing - Dark! Misogynistic! Incel! Jason Todd x Innocent! Girlfriend! AFAB! Reader

Featuring - Rest of the Batboys

Tags and Warnings - Incel behavior, noncon, name calling, misogyny, medication, gaslighting, degrading, abuse, violence against oc/reader

Authors Note - Back tew my roots!!!! And ofc I would love to finally have anons!! Also sorry this took eons-

A friendly reminder that all my works are dark fanfiction! Please if you do not like that do not read them! These depictions don't pertain to reality. This is your final warning before hitting the keep reading button!!

Jason watched you in your shared small apartment. He couldn't figure out what went wrong between the two of you. It started whenever he moved in. Jason was never so used to having somewhere there 24/7.

You were just so needy and particular.

“Jason? Baby… what do you want for dinner tonight?” You ask coming to sit by him. Your hands ran over his arm and kissing at his visable scars. Jason pulled away from you, the feeling making his skin tingle.

He watched as your face fell and you sigh before getting up and grabbing your purse. “I'm going grab something to eat tonight. Please remember to take your medicine.” You say heading to the door and leaving.

“I don't need them.” Jason replied quickly looking at you as you straightened up the living room before leaving. “I told you about reminding me to do shit.”

Jason watched as you just sighed again. “I tell you because I want you to be better baby. I don't want to keep doing things alone, I just want us to be better.” You said doting once again, keeping your sweet nature with Jason. But he only saw that as pity and he hated it. He hissed before rolling his eyes and getting up, the couch going back by his sheer strength. “I don't care what's for dinner. Just get out.”

💭

“I don't know what to do with her. She's just so fucking annoying.” Jason rambles into his microphone. He was playing COD with some online friends. One of his friends, N1ghtVV1ng laughs into his own mic.

“Well what is she doing huh? My girl treats me just right, and even allows me to fuck whenever I want.” He taunts. Jason rolled his eyes at his friends comments. “And she's so tight, god I trained her right.”

“Dude that's so gross.” RedRobinYum, another one of his friends said.

“Well, she just keeps bothering me. Then whenever I try to ask for something she just reminds me to take my meds.” Jason sneered. “Its the same shit, all these dumb questions. I just want her to stay with me and not bug me.”

“Well have you tried putting her in her place? Show her what you want from her.” DamitheBest says. Jason hummed at that suggestion.

“She's just so fragile, I'm afraid she might bre-”

“Get that shit out of your mind now.” Dami says. “Show her who's the boss before she does. Women will kick you to the curb and leave you for someone who'll tolerate that shit they pull.”

“Literally don't listen to these freaks, sit down and talk to her.” RedRobin chimes in. “With any relationship just talk it out, trust me I do that with my partner and we just talk everything out.”

Jason could hear Dami make a buzzer noise that almost broke his mic. “Nope, don't listen to him. Red, he's gotta put his foot down. Cut out any disobedience from his girl.”

Jason looked down at that, the thought of hurting you almost sickeningly turned him on. Dami was right and had always been. Jason just needed to man up and confront you.

💭

“What are you doing?”

You turn around from your spot on the bed too see Jason, standing in the doorway. You smile before getting back on your phone, his voice making you feel better that he's still around.

Yet majority of the time, Jasons voice always brought you a sense of worry and hurt. Worrying so much for and about him made you into someone who barely cared for yourself. It was always Jason, and everything you did was for him.

“Nothing really, I'm just kind of bored.” You reply. Jason stares at you, face blank. His eyes leered at your body as you just so casually laid down. Almost as if just waiting for you to say something. Anything.

“Your not going to bug me to take my meds?” Jason practically spat out. You turned around moving to where you sat on the bed. “Not gonna ask me to take out the trash, help around the apartment?

You furrow your brows. “What? Why are you talking to me like that?” You asked looking at him. “I- What did I do?”

“You dont like it when someone stands against you?” He replied completely ignoring your question. Everything about Jason's words and demeanor frightened you. It was like he genuinely hated you.

You stood up walking towards him slowly. “Jay… it's okay. I think you're having a episode…” You say keeping your voice low. Jason's chest came up and down as he kept getting more and more enraged. You reached out a hand to touch his arm, but Jason pushed you away. Your lower back hit the vanity you both built when you moved in.

“You think I'm having a episode?! Of course you do, you don't just think I'm pissed?” He replied moving to tower over you. You put a hand on the vanity to stand back up. Your chest heaved as your lungs tried to keep up with your heart. You pushed past him leaving through the bedroom door.

Back burning, you looked for your keys. “I'm done with this, all I want is what's best for you. But you've treated me like shit, and I'm done with it.” You said seeing reaching for your keys.

But they were picked up and thrown across the room.

Jason pushed your head against your kitchen island. You groaned out and began to thrash around. Jason snarled at you, keeping you detained.

Hr laughed in your face and seemingly just waited for you to calm down. “I like it when your quiet.” He said leaning down to kiss the back of your head. Your breathing shuddered as you began to cry quietly. Jason reveled in your weakness a hand resting on the back of your neck, the other on your back.

“What did I do Jason … What did I do so wrong…?” You said, your words breaking with your own tears.

“Get on my nerves… I'm such a good boyfriend, yet all you do is complain. I'm sick of that, so I'm going to change it.” Then you feel Jason's arm brush against you as he reached for the kitchen scissors. “Stay still, unless you want to get hurt. I could care either less.” He said as he took the scissors to your shirt. Cutting down the fabric, leaving you exposed as you chose not to wear a bra.

Starting to kick at Jason again, flipping around to try and get away. That attempt was failed, as Jason took your throat in hand, slamming your head back onto the counter. Your vision blurred on impact as he took off your shirt completely. The impact made you dizzy and start to become unaware. Jason saw that, and quickly took advantage of it, kissing at your neck.

He was going to get himself off.

It was what you owed him.

His kisses trailed down to your stomach, tongue dipping into every dip in your skin. You let out dazed cries as tears poured down your cheek. “You've always been so gorgeous. Don't you see how good you could have it?” Jason commented quietly as he pulled down your sweatpants along with your panties. He blew on your cunt, watching just how wet you became at his actions. “Do I have to keep beating you for you to keep still.”

Biting at your bottom lip to hold back tears you shake your head. He smiled as you shivered from his breathing. Jason pushed his head into your cunt, lapping at your exposed pussy. You bit at your bottom lip, trying to stay quiet. You couldn't give him that satisfaction, just once you wanted to be stronger than what you actually were. But Jason knew you, his hand coming down on your ass, making you yelp out. “Stop that, I want to hear you.” He said into your cunt as he continued to eat you out.

But Jason is Jason.

And Jason is selfish.

He only eats you out close enough to make you cum. He pulls away with the bottom half of of his face coated in your juices. You grabbed at the counter top, full on sobbing. “Please… Jay. Stop we can ta-” Jason's hand came crashing down next to your head, the sound of tile making you cry out more.

“You had your chance. You had multiple chances to talk, but you didn't. So now I'm putting you in your place.” He said, ignoring any protests you had. You could hear him undo his pants, the taunting noise of his zipper making your cries only louder. A dribble of spit hits your cunt, Jason's palm coming down to rub at your cunt. “Now shhh, while you take this dick.”

You let out a yell as Jason pushes his length all the way into you. He sits there, breathing heavy and labored.

His eyes stayed fixated on your pussy, swallowing his cock. He pulled out then pushed back in, your walls clamping on his length. His groans were deep as he took no time for you to adjust, fucking into you. Your body shook and shuddered as he held you down, using you for his own pleasure.

“You're so pretty like this,” Jason said his body pounding into your own. You continued to whimper under him, feeling your body become weak. His hand tangled in the mess he had made of your hair, using his strength to pull you up. “You need to be like this all the time, then I wouldn't have to deal with a bitch for a girlfriend.” He snickered into your ear. He said it like it was a threat, or a suggestion you couldn't turn down.

So you nodded in agreeance, his smile turning wicked as he fucked into you. You could feel his hips stutter as he reached his peak. Jason's hand moved to your clit as he rubbed at your bud. “You better cum with me or I'll keep raping this cunt.” That quickly snapped you back to reaily. The realization of needing to end the abuse he put you through, you tried feeling pleasure from the trauma he was putting you through.

Then you feel it. The feeling of you cumming alongside your cunt getting filled. You let out a choked gasp, Jason groaning as he filled you to the brim. His hand grabbed at your ass as he hissed. He pulled out watching as a dribbles of his cum dropped from your abused cunt. He quickly pushed it back into you with two thick fingers. Jason snickered before pulling up his boxers, leaving his jeans on the ground.

“Clean up in here, I'm getting back on the game.”

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thefiery-phoenix · 9 months

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YANDERE BATBOYS WITH A READER WHO HAS FICTIONAL CRUSHES

Honestly I wouldn't put it past them to explode with rage and jealousy and act like clingy petty children to you

Dick Grayson: If there's one thing he feels proud of in life is the amount of love he has for you. He feels like no one else can love you like him and he knows you better than you know yourself. Thr first time he finds out that you really like a fictional character was when you both were having a movie night with the other Titans as a day for rest and relaxation since you guys need some chill in life. The movie you guys were watching was Rapunzel and you really liked the movie. You told Dick that you've wanted to grow your hair as long as Rapunzel when you were a kid and he pretended not to know about it but in fact he already did know about it since this sneaky son of a bish here already read your diary that mentioned it. He feels like there should be no secrets between the two of you since you're destined to be with each other and you're soulmates and one person. He knew you liked Rapunzel which was why he made the suggestion of watching it that day but what he wasn't prepared for was when you suddenly said "Damn Flynn be looking good" and he suddenly felt his heart skip a beat. What exactly did you mean by that comment? Garfield turned to you and spoke "Wait don't tell me you have a crush on him?"as he grinned in amusement as you shrugged your shoulders and replied "Believe it or not he was one of my childhood crushes" and Dick felt his hand twitch with irritation. ONE of your childhood crushes? So that clearly meant that there were more and he was determined to find out who the bloody hell were these pathetic sneaky pests who dared to steal the heart of his lovely angel when it was clearly reserved for him

"How about we watch something else?"said Dick as his eye twitched with irritation but you didn't want to change the movie so he ended up tolerating the damn movie for the next 2 hours for the sake of your happiness. But he swears to get rid of that bloody movie and make you forget about that damned Flynn Ryder because the only man you should be thinking about is him

Jason Todd: He doesn't become delusional and descend down the rabbit hole of madness and chasm of obsession right off the bat yet. There's still time for him to become delusional as hell and it all started when he first met you as Red Hood when he was patrolling the streets around Gotham. It was really late at night and you were coming back from the public library after doing some research for your Physics paper in college that would count for at least 50 percent of your grade. You really needed to work hard and up your game since your Physics professor was a hardass and had no chill in life whatsoever and you didn't want to flunk out of the class. You'd just gotten a headache after studying so much and you were looking forward to relaxing after you went home. You kept walking when suddenly you stopped in the middle of the road to rub your head for a few minutes and your eyes since your vision was starting to get blurred but that was a huge mistake on your part because a car was moving with a really high speed and the driver was honking at you to get out of the way. You'd have been literal roadkill had it not been for the Red Hood himself who pulled you out of harm's way. "W-whats going on?"you mumbled as he chuckled and replied "You're so tired you didn't even realize your life was in danger" and he offered to drop you off home since it was evident that you couldn't be trusted in such a condition. He made sure you were safe in your bed and felt bad when he saw you with no one else in your house. Was that why you weren't taking care of yourself properly and not sleeping early? Jason made sure you went to sleep and he wrote a note for you that said 'Take better care of yourself darling' and placed it near your bed table. The next morning when you woke up you saw the note and you smiled, it felt nice to have someone care for you

You were hoping to meet the Red Hood again the next day evening and sure enough you were lucky since you did end up meeting him. "I have a box of muffins with me that I made. Would you like some? You know, a way of saying a thank you from my side for saving me yesterday" and he was stunned. After all these years of protecting and looking after Gotham you were the first person who actually thanked him for his deeds. He felt happy since a really long time as he accepted it and thanked you for it. The next day you met Jason at the library but not as Red Hood, as regular Jason though and you both bonded over the books there. He offered to help you with some stories you were working on and he was like your second pair of eyes offering you constructive feedback of your works and he loved reading every line and word you've written

The two of you bonded over a period of time and you decided to have a movie night one day after your college's term finished. You invited Jason over and you already had snacks and drinks ready. Jason was just glad you didn't invite any of your pesky little friends over he despised them from the bottom of his heart. To him they were nothing but corrupt leeches who wanted to ruin you while he was protecting you from all the negative and bad things in the world. You didn't need to know all the dark stuff happening around you, and you can also thank him for the cancelation of your newspaper subscription. Who needs the news anyway, it's filled with utter nonsense and garbage these days anyway according to him

You both watched some movies and then this show called Supernatural popped up on your recommended list so you both decided to watch that. Jason actually liked Dean Winchester he thought he was cool and he could actually relate to his problems in a way. At first when you started gushing about Dean Winchester he didn't seem to mind. It was just a little fictional crush but when you told him that you had all the merchandise of his and you even had a freaking body pillow of Dean that's when things took another turn. Jason couldn't help but feel jealous and he knows it's silly being jealous of a fictional character but he can't help it. As selfish as he is, he wants you to think of him, the only man you'll ever need in your life. When Jason sees your body pillow of Dean Winchester his hand twitched with irritation and made a mental note to burn it to ash when you weren't noticing. He doesn't like it when you ignore him for your fictional characters, just pay him some attention as well and you're good to go but if you keep gushing about those fictional crushes of yours he might have to step in and when he does you'll have to say goodbye to your movie watching marathons

Tim Drake: I can imagine Tim actually vibing with you and your fictional characters that you're so fond of especially if they're anime characters. He really loves anime. You guys met online on Discord in an anime server when some random bozo was saying stuff like how Eren Yeager sucked in season 4 but you had a different take to that opinion and when you put forth your opinion you revived some major hate and backlash from that person calling you a dumb person and a bunch of other nasty names that made you feel pissed off. Fortunately for you, someone came to your defense and that someone was none other than Tim Drake himself. He called him out for behaving like a douchebag and basically started an internet flame war with that person. Then you thanked him for sticking up for you and you both chatted with each other for a while at a private chat room till you had to get going but you felt happy that you'd gained a new online friend. You both chatted with each other for a few weeks and you were ecstatic when you'd learnt that he went to the same school as you, Gotham academy and you were determined to meet him so you arranged for the two of you to meet at the music room of Gotham Academy too which he'd agreed

Truth was, Tim already knew who you were right off the bat without your knowledge. There's a reason he's called a whiz with technology you know. He was just keeping his identity anonymous to humor you and wanted to see your reaction when the guy sitting right next to you during your Advanced Calculus class was your online friend. You waited for your online friend to show up and sure enough he did and it was none other than Tim himself. Your eyes widened with surprise and you spoke "Tim, I can't believe you're the one I was talking to this whole time, this is amazing" you smiled and he felt glad you saw this as a positive scenario. The two of you had your lunch together and started spending more time with each other in person. The thing about Tim is that when he falls in love with someone, he falls in love really fast and hard. He loves someone with a lot of intensity and passion, words nor numbers couldn't describe the feelings he felt for you. He was also someone who believed in love at first sight and when he found out that you were his online friend from Discord he was extremely thrilled and his joy knew no bounds. Of course he had to keep you a secret from his brothers since they'd tease him and they'd try to flirt with you and steal you away from him which is something he doesn't want happening at all

He's so used to being the replacement in his life but for once he wanted to be selfish and have you for himself. He was growing obsessive over you and his affection for you might be deemed as suffocating for other people but you failed to notice the red flags in his behavior like him being clingy to you when you talked to someone else and when you you him about the guy who flirted with you during your biology lecture he got suspended for the possession of drugs that Tim may or may not have planted in his locker and anonymously tipped off a teacher. He was just trying to keep you safe in this dark and cruel world, and he should know how bad the world is because he's Red Robin

Your exams were done and you'd decided to have an anime marathon with him and he invited you over to the Wayne manor. Of course Dick, Jason and Damian were cocky when you'd shown up and started flirting with you just to tease and rile up Tim because watching him getting riled up was the amusement of the century according to them. Tim's face grew red and he 'accidentally' spilled some water on Dick and Jason as he stepped on Damian's foot and he dragged you inside to his room and shut the door. He could hear them snickering to themselves as Jason howled "Use protection" as he just rolled his eyes and you looked confused. "They're immature jerks, so should we get started?'' and you nodded as you watched animes like My hero academia, Haikyuu, Demon slayer, Bungou Stray dogs and many more. You wanted to watch Kakegurui as well but Tim didn't want you to taint your innocence and it was filled with some not so wholesome content according to him that wasn't suitable for your delicate eyes

You had some favorite characters from different Fandoms and the character you were really fond of was Daisuke Kanbe from the anime Millionaire detective balance unlimited. Tim could get why you liked Daisuke a lot and he vibes with your choice too. He will however get a tad bit jealous that you're not paying attention to him and he'll do something or the other to interrupt your anime fest and make sure you pay attention to him. Other than that he's actually pretty chill with you crushing over animme characters but like every other possessive yandere dude he will have to curb it and make you forget about your anime crushes if it gets too out of hand. He doesn't want to lose you to some Pixelated non existant 2D picture on a screen

BONUS: Damian Wayne: Oh boy, I can say for sure he won't be too happy about this whole ordeal of you simping for non existant Pixelated fiends according to him when you have THE heir of the Wayne family and the Al Ghul heir himself. It's been a few months since he's kidnapped you and taken you for himself and he had to do it you know. The first time he met you was when you were about to climb a huge rock ready to dive in because a puppy was drowning. As much as he was touched with your love and concern for animals he couldn't let you just endanger your life like that which was why he had to step in and do something before you'd ended up getting hurt. Damian raced to where you were about to jump and pulled you back in time and before you could say a word he dove in and rescued the puppy. The poor puppy had a bleeding paw and you let a soft gasp of despair when you saw its bleeding paw

You really loved animals and that sight just broke your heart. "I have a feeling someone must have done this to the poor thing, why else would a puppy intentionally go to the middle of the river if it doesn't know how to swim?" you asked Damian as you snuggled the little thing against you, the puppy grateful for the warmth it was receiving from you. "Take care of it and yourself too, I hope you don't do something as reckless as that ever again" said Damian with a serious note but you looked at him indignantly and replied "The poor thing would have drowned had I been a second late. Besides I know how to swim" you grumped a bit and Damian found it to be endearing and the two of you exchanged numbers and parted ways after that exchange took place. That night he wasn't able to forget about you and he made sure to visit the same place next day to make sure you and the puppy were doing all right. He didn't even know why he was so concerned about someone he just met but seeing you do something as reckless as that made him want to protect you and just wrap you with his arms so you couldn't endanger yourself. What were you making him feel?

Sure enough the next day Damian saw you and the puppy and he was glad to see it doing okay. The both of you spent some time together and you liked spending time with him. Though he had a stoic expression most of the times you could tell deep down he cared for other people. He took you to a Cafe where you both ordered something and you went to see Titus his dog. Titus seemed to take a liking to you immediately and the puppy too. Titus kept wandering near your legs and Damian thought it was adorable when he tried to place his paws up on you as if he was asking you to lift him up like a child. The puppy was a bit shy around him but Titus didn't seem to mind

Soon it was time for you to go home and Damian didn't want you to leave. He wanted you to stay with him and with a heavy heart he had to bid farewell to you. However it didn't mean that his mind and heart rested though, Gotham was a dangerous place and in the little time he's known you he's already taken a liking to you which meant that he's appointed himself as your guardian and protector to keep you safe from this twisted world and so day by day he kept stalking you and kept an eye on you to make sure you were all right

Finally he reached a point where his obsession could no longer be contained and he needed you like a dying man needing air so he kidnapped you and took you for himself. Does he regret it? Not an inch because the way he sees it is that you both are destined to be together forever. He felt his heart break when he saw you crying your heart out, begging him to please take you back and even after he bought you your puppy for company you still avoided him like the Corona virus. However you just started opening up to him recently and that was something he felt immensely thankful for. You finally saw that he loved you with all his heart and he wouldn't harm you and besides you were tired of being alone all the time

Currently the two of you were watching some shows together and you decided to watch Austin and Ally after you'd insisted. You loved Austin and Ally since you were a kid it brought back so many memories and when you accidentally let the fact slip that Austin used to be your childhood crush Damian felt like someone had knocked the wind out of his chest. Just what EXACTLY did you see in that immature blonde haired Walmart Ken ripoff he didn't know but he needed to make sure you'd forget about this Austin fellow effective immediately. Damian doesn't care if he's being petty, he doesn't want your heart getting stolen by someone else. Your heart is reserved only for him and he'll have various tactics to make you forget about Austin. He'll either make sure you watch something else that's different or when you try to see Austin and Ally he'll just start bragging and boasting about how much better he is than him and pin point and nit pick EVERYTHING wrong with Austin. Like mentioned before no man can steal your heart as long as he's with you

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dollwritesarchive · 2 years

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𝒾’𝓂 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒹𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂, 𝓂𝒾𝓃𝒹 𝒶𝓈𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓎 ⎹ 𝓒.𝓚.

fandom dc / masterlist coming soon / @dollsdc-library

featuring conner kent x dick’s girl!reader ( f! )

rating none of my work is meant to be viewed by minors (anyone under the age of eighteen), and i will happily block any that interact with my posts or my blog.

content warning this is a dark fic. sex pollen. choking/violence against reader. noncon. oral and fingering ( f!receiving ). size kink/belly bulge. degradation. friends to (forced) lovers.

summary you’re locked in a room with the strongest superhuman you know, and he was just dosed with something that made him murderous.

word count 6.5k / one shot

attention do not repost or translate, even with ‘credit’. just don’t do it. reblog instead of like. leave feedback if you enjoyed. i officially hate writing fight choreography lol

“Re— co—?”

you frown; Dick’s voice was robotic and choppy in your ear. you tap the earpiece.

“Dick?”

Conner was walking behind you, watching your back. you appreciated that. not that you were necessarily scared in this moment, shining your flashlight over the damp, concrete walls of the tunnel as you trudged deeper beneath the city, but it was nice to know you had a brute at your six; anyone who tried to ambush would be met with your super guard dog. “The concrete must be screwing with the signal.” he observes.

“Yeah,” you hum, the beam from the flashlight dancing over the walls. “I don’t like it.” interrupted comms meant twice the risk, if something were to go wrong.

“Do you wanna go back?” Conner muses from behind you and you turn to face him for a moment, pondering his inquiry, his eyes coruscating in the dark. trying to see through the walls. you could tell by the way his dark brows furrowed that it was unsuccessful. he looks back at you with a tight jaw.

you point the light towards the ground, where your boots are planted. “Seeing anything?” but he shakes his head.

“Must be reinforced somehow.”

you hum, perplexed, looking at the worn concrete structure around you. bits were crumbling off, but not nearly enough to see what was planted behind it. “Which means there’s probably something down here worth taking extra care in hiding.”

“So, we keep going?” Conner was impatient, waiting for your answer, kicking at chips of rock by his sneaker. if he had been paired with anyone else on this mission, you were almost certain he wouldn’t have paused to get a second opinion. he had a tendency to do what he wanted, and blow off authority. with you, it was a bit different. not that you could ever truly leash him, but he seemed to respect your input. maybe that’s why Dick was so fond of saddling you with him; you were the only one that could make him see reason if he needed a dose.

in this moment, however, you were torn.

i don’t want you two down there with no backup. Dick’s voice was still ripe in your mind. you had been suiting up when he found you, and crossed his arms over his chest. you absolutely hated when he looked at you down the slant of his nose. so what if he had several inches on you, towering like a beacon of authority, you’d been in the game nearly as long as he. if i can’t reach you on comms, i want you to shut it down. you’d laughed at that, ‘So now leashing a super-charged Doberman to me isn’t enough for you? You’re gonna tell me how to do my job?’ it was lighthearted, but Dick wasn’t laughing, so you’d swept over to him and hooked your arms around his neck. ‘You said it yourself, as long as Conner’s there, we’re practically untouchable.’ he’d narrowed his eyes at that, but grabbed your waist. i’m serious. if you can’t radio in, i want you to pull back.

now that you were here, it didn’t seem fair. you’d made it all the way down here, and the two of you were almost certain there was something just a bit deeper. something the team couldn’t afford to ignore. how could he expect you, of all people, to turn around when you were so close? he sure as shit wouldn’t have.

but, he’d also given you an order.

you chew on the fleshy inside of your cheek, gripping the flashlight tighter. “Dick will kill us both.” you offer, but your lips are turning into an uncertain simper. his follow.

Conner puffs out his chest, indignant, and his large hand makes a fist that meets yours in the space between the two of you, with a muffled thud. side by side, his fist is at least twice the size of yours. it made you feel better, for some reason. “Let’s go.”

minutes felt like hours, punctuated by the steady pattering of your feet and his. dragging moments filled with darkness, the flashlight swinging back and forth or throwing dancing light over the walls to look for any opening. nothing but static in your ear.

“Re—on— tee— copy?”

you pause, a twinge of relief nipping at you. a full word. you picked up a full word.

“God—ammit, do you copy?!” Dick’s voice was strained through static.

“Dick!” you cry, holding your first two fingers on the earpiece. “Yes, we’re here!”

“What the hell happened?” you could hardly make it out, but the frustration in his tone came through crystal clear. you take a step forward, testing the connection. it goes out completely. then you take another step, and the static returns. “— out of there.” another step. “— gave you an order.”

Conner has shuffled up to stand at your side, leaning close to hear through the speaker, but his nose scrunches at the mere mention of orders.

“Dick—“ you frown, trying to talk over the static. it was clearer, but not enough, “we were just—“

“Ge— ack—- base—“

you sigh in defeat. “Fine.” but just as you were turning to stare down the dark tube you’ve been walking for what had to be miles, you feel Conner’s elbow dig into your ribs.

“Wait.”

you huff, shaking your head. “Dick’s right, we need to get back—“ but Conner has snatched the flashlight from your hand. “Conner!”

“It opens up ahead.” he replies, aiming the beam at what appeared to be an open doorway. “Looks like a room.”

you stare at the darkened archway, then look to Conner, who was a few steps ahead of you, his body angled towards it.

the static roars in your ear. “—ack to b—s.”

but your gaze drifts back to the doorway. it lingers. the beam from the lamp caught glinting metal, but you couldn’t make out exactly what it was from this distance.

“We already came this far,” Conner argued, “and what we’re looking for could be just up there. You don’t want to turn back.”

he was right. and you shook your head.

“Good, so let’s go see what they’re hiding.”

you followed him this time, and the static in your ear cleared into Dick barking your name. “We found something…” you mutter, more to Dick than Conner, who was waving the light around.

Dick pauses. “What?”

“Some kind of…” you look to your left, and then to your right. metal tools laid out atop a metal tray on wheels. “Abandoned lab.”

“No, not abandoned,” Conner chimes, picking up one of the tools, “no rust. Not even a cobweb. Everything is way too new to be abandoned.”

you purse your lips. “So… they heard us coming and ran?”

“Maybe…” he points the flashlight along the back wall, “but there’s only one way in and out. We would’ve seen them, right?”

Dick was listening over the line, before his voice comes in, eerily clear. “What all do you see? Look around and tell me everything. Don’t leave anything out.” Conner was already walking towards you with the flashlight, but you had found a dinky string hanging from the ceiling, and fluorescent lighting floods the room with one, smooth tug.

the room around you seemed to be plucked from a mad scientist movie set, and fit awkwardly in the dilapidated tunnels you were just traipsing moments before. “An exam table,” you answer, walking over to it. you press the toe of your boot against the leg of the table and it doesn’t budge, “bolted to the ground.” your fingers jingle the chains wrapped around it. “Restraints. Tough ones.”

“Scalpel… drill… saw…” Conner was naming off each surgical instrument he picked up, and then sat back down, more to himself, but you knew Dick could hear, too.

you turn, allowing your gaze to follow the cables up the sides of the concrete walls. there’s a security camera angled in one corner, capturing the entire space. “CCTV.” you squint, watching a blinking red light. “Someone’s watching us.”

“There’s a vent over here.” Conner said, even as he was climbing to reach for it. you took one look and knew he couldn’t fit into the space, but you might be able to.

“That it?” Dick asked, but you’d stopped, eyes landing on two syringes, meticulously placed on an otherwise suspiciously empty tray. your name rings out in your ear. “What’s wrong?”

“Two needles.”

“Do you know what’s in them?”

“This one is strange,” you frown, staring at the string. the substance inside was vivid violet. “I’ve never seen anything like it.”

“What’s in the other one?”

“Kryptonite.” Conner was silent, now, standing a few paces behind you, peeking around your frame, but he didn’t get too close. “A lot of it. Enough to…” you trail off, neither of them needed the final two words, and you’d come to a gut-wrenching realization. “It’s a trap. For him.” a mechanical whirring from behind the walls spurs your feet to move, and you whirl around to face Conner. “The doorway, now!”

meanwhile, Dick is shouting, “Get out of there!” in your ear.

Conner was much faster than you, moving in a blur, but not fast enough. a door comes slicing through the archway from the ceiling to seal the two of you inside, just as Conner’s right shoulder collides with the concrete. the room quivers upon impact, and you fall against it, too, with a frustrated grunt. “Shit!” you look up to the ceiling, and take a step back. “We’re locked in.”

“Conner,” Dick was well aware he could hear through your earpiece, even with you standing eight feet away, “Break through the wall.”

“The hell do you think I’m working on?” Conner snarls, hurling all of his weight into the door again. chips of concrete crumble over his shoulders and start to pile at his feet. another body slam, and a chunk falls out and clatters to the floor. “Dammit—“ he hisses through grit teeth, balling up his massive fist and banging on the wall. it quakes and cracks beneath the force, but on the other side, is shiny silver, not even dented. you can see your own reflection, and Conner’s, the more he rips through the concrete.

“He can’t.” you mumble, trying not to panic. but it was damn scary. there weren't too many materials that Conner couldn’t tear in half like a phonebook. “He can’t get through.” you were telling Dick over the endless grunting and heaving as Conner threw himself against the wall. there was a miniature mountain of rubble at his feet, but the silvery sheet wasn’t budging.

you heard Dick swear under his breath, and you looked towards the camera again. “They didn’t hear us coming and run,” you pieced together, “they were never here to begin with. They’ve been waiting for us to find this place.” but why? Superboy has resorted to pummeling the wall with both fists, and the sound of smashing concrete coupled with his cursing was driving you mad as you paced, your eyes flickering up towards the vent. he wouldn’t fit, there’s no way. Dick was spouting command after command in your ear, and your brain felt like it was drowning. “I could probably get through the vent,” you say after a few moments, “if I could… I could find a way to open it from the other side.”

“Good enough plan as any,” Dick sighs, and you know he’s pissed. he’s regretting sending you out with Conner, and you’d probably hear all about it by the time you got back to base. “Knock out the camera, first.” you nod, though you know he can’t see you, and grasp a sizable chunk of concrete from Conner’s wake, hurling it at the camera. it crackles, the lens shattering against the wall before it hangs in a heap of broken metal and cords.

“Conner, I need you to open the vent.”

“Fine,” he grumbles, but he was still glaring at the wall as he stepped away from it. it must’ve really gotten under his skin that he couldn’t break it down, because even as he hovers several feet in the air and pries the cover from the vent, he was still staring at the silver sheet. screws clatter on the floor before you approach, craning your neck to look up at him. he drops the cover and offers his hand, which you take, and he’s hauling you into the air in a matter of seconds without a single sign of exertion. “Ready?” he asks, and you nod.

“Yeah, when I’m inside, I’ll find a way— do you hear that?” you blink, confused. there’s a low hiss, like air being slowly pushed from a balloon. “What is that?”

Conner frowns, too, turning back to face the vent, where his brows knit together. “What… the hell…” a gust of azure fog engulfs him, and he chokes, releasing your hand. you tumble the few feet to the ground, hitting your hip against the solid ground with a low groan. your hand snaps up over your mouth and nose, staying low.

“What’s going on?” Dick demands over the radio, most likely spurred by Conner’s gagging, but you can’t answer him for several seconds. not until the smoke dissipates. “Talk to me!” he was pleading.

you wave your hand in front of your face, a vile aroma left in the air. it smelled like rotting milk. you could see Conner slowly lowering to the ground, and assumed he was okay. you pull yourself to your feet. “Some seriously foul fumes coming from the vent,” you answer Dick finally, glancing back up at the vent, suddenly unsure if you should chance it. “It was probably booby trapped.”

“Are you both okay?”

“Yeah, we’re fine.” you turn back, to find Conner standing behind you, hands in tight fists at his sides, shoulders hunched. eyes ablaze. you frown, puzzled. “Conner?”

you have only a fraction of a second to respond when his fist cuts through the air, and you stumble back with a hapless yelp. his other fist is hurdling towards you now, and you dodge that one, too, but you hadn’t expected his shoe digging into your sternum as it makes contact, and sends you flying across the room. tumbling into one of the trays, you roll off of it, and metal tools rain down around you. “Okay,” you huff, your ribs hurting, “something’s wrong. Conner’s been…compromised.”

“Don’t say that.”

“And now I think he wants to kill me.”

“Please don’t say that.”

but Conner was stomping towards you, and you force yourself to your feet, gathering a handful of the sharpest tools you could find. you fling them, all at once, only to see him swat them away as flippantly as he might a bothersome mosquito. “Conner,” you start, firm, “don’t make me fight you.” it was mostly a plea. for, as skilled as you were, you knew you stood a very small, pathetic excuse for a chance against a Kryptonian Superclone. but he advances, still, and you grab the upturned, empty cart, and launch it at him. he doesn’t even flinch when it bounces off of him, but you’re already scrambling over the exam table, unraveling the chain. you wrap it once around your fist, tripping over rubble as you try to put as much distance between you and him as possible. crimson beams burn through the table and leave a hideous, black trail along the concrete as he decimates floor and wall alike, chasing you. the heat from the rays nearly burns your skin even as you roll out of the way.

“You can’t fight him!” Dick was exclaiming, frustrated.

you laugh, weak and bitter, “Geez, babe, thanks so much for the vote of confidence.” Conner was heaving a terminal over his head, chucking it in your direction, but you fall back in time to miss the monitor, and hear it shatter against the wall behind you. Conner is on you in a second, his fists like thousand pound hammers that you’re only able to narrowly avoid, the wind from them whipping your hair about your face. the final punch was unavoidable, but you grasp on to his wrist instead, trying to force it up and angle it away from you. he switches gears, his fist opening to clamp around your throat. “C— Conner—“ you croak, feet kicking as you’re suspended, his grip tightening. “It’s— me!” there’s a slight wavering of his snarl, and his grip loosens for a fraction of a second. long enough for you to press your feet into his abdomen and climb him, jamming the heel of your boot into his jaw and forcing him to release you. you fall to one knee, and grasp the singed exam table to pull yourself up.

“He’s not going to stop,” Dick muttered, “that’s why they set the trap. So he could kill one of us.”

“No,” your eyes were trained on the table top where the syringes lay. “The syringes. This is a game to them, and Conner’s their pawn.”

“The Kryptonite.” Dick’s voice was low. “How much—“

“Too much.” you snapped, cracking the chain like a whip to deflect an oncoming attack. “It would kill him, Dick. I know it.”

“And we have no idea what the other shit does.”

“But they want me to choose one or the other.”

you chance a glance at that peculiar purple syringe. if the Kryptonite would kill him, certainly the mystery substance wouldn’t. why would they even bother if that was the only goal? it didn’t make sense, and you were missing something. your attention is snapped back to your opponent when he grabs the end of the chain mid air. you should’ve dropped it, but you hadn’t the seconds needed to unwrap it from your fist before he was yanking you forward with it, pulling you in to meet his assault. instead, you thought you’d counter, and brought your knee up, ready to kick him square in the chest, but his other hand snagged your ankle. shit.

Conner launches you several feet in the air once more, and when you come crash landing to the floor, you collide into the table. it topples over on top of you, and the syringes hit the floor beside you. your head bounces once against the concrete floor like a deflated basketball, and the earpiece— the only thing connecting you to Dick and the others, clicks as it hits the floor. there’s a dull hum as Dick frantically calls for you over the radio. the breath knocked forcefully from your lungs, your back aching, you want to give up. Dick was absolutely right. you couldn’t fight Superboy and win. and if you kept this up, he would no doubt break every bone in your body. you needed to subdue him.

you look from the Kryptonite to the mystery substance, and back again. the prior was much too dangerous. and you weren’t keen on killing your friends. but the latter could be anything. whose to say it wouldn’t intensify his newfound murderous agenda?

you felt the chain around your wrist tighten; Conner had snatched it up again, and was pulling on it, reeling you to him like a fish on a hook. you don’t have time to consider much, just that killing Conner wasn’t an option, and you grasp the purple syringe tight in your other fist. being dragged across the floor, over bits of shattered glass and rubbled concrete was a most unpleasant experience, but you hadn’t the energy left to fight him off. you work to unravel the chain from your sore wrist when you finally stop, but two, powerful fists are quick to wrap around your throat again and heave you up into the air. your back slams into the wall with a deafening crack. your feet kicking in the air, toes just barely grazing his knees. “Conn— Conner—“ you croak, grasping on to his wrists again. you tried to stare into his ocean eyes, but found your vision blurring, tripling. he was squeezing so tight, your neck would break soon. you tried to suck in breath, but choked instead, “this— better not— kill you.”

for a moment, Conner looks confused. his head cocks to one side, and his brows arch, but you give him no time to react, jabbing the hollowed tip of the needle into the side of his neck. you half expected it to break against his skin, but it pierces through, and you push down with your thumb. the violet liquid disappears a little at a time as Conner wails. his grip loosens and you slip free, crumbling on the floor in an exhausted heap, breathing ragged. your lungs inflate, painfully, as if they are for the first time, reaching up with one hand to rub your throat. it was bruising already, you could tell. he’d almost killed you. your friend had almost killed you.

with your eyes watering, you peer up at him in time for him to pull the syringe free with a grunt and hurl it to the floor. his stoic features were still fixed in fury, and for a moment, you were convinced the dose had done nothing at all. your heart was sinking into the pit of your stomach, “C’mon big guy,” you pleaded through labored breathing, scrambling backwards. but he didn’t follow you at first. he just stood there, eyes fixed on your frame. “You don’t want to hurt me anymore, right? Starting to feel more like yourself again?” it was a hopeful question, but he still wasn’t looking at you like himself. his eyes were dragging over every inch of you, from boots to the torn fabric on your thighs, and up to your breasts heaving as your chest rose and fell. his fists were tight. so tight that his knuckles were turning alabaster. then, finally, his eyes met yours. your heart stuttered in your chest. you knew that look, but you’d never seen it on him. you never thought you would see it on him. your name leaves his mouth, thick and husky, and you swallowed hard around the lump in your throat.

“Fuck.”

you roll over on to your knees, clambering towards the earpiece. your body is on the brink of giving out, exhausted from the ferocity of the fight, but you had to try, no matter how awkward you moved. you weren’t exactly sure what you would tell Dick when you reached it. ‘Oops, I think I made it worse.’ was in the forefront of your mind, but could you explain to your boyfriend the way your teammate was looking you over, like he was a depraved animal? could you really fix your mouth to say the words? he looks like you do when you’re inside of me.

as luck (good or bad) would have it, you never got the chance. that humongous fist wraps around your ankle and pulls you back, before his knees hit the ground hard enough to sound like a drum behind you. “Don’t run from me.” he barks. trading his grip on your ankle for both on your hips, he jerks them up towards him, forcing your back to arch and your knees to dig into the concrete. you let out a protesting whine, but he’s already shredding your stealth suit as he forces it down your legs. “It’s a waste of time.” his words are masked in a deep breath. inhaling your scent once your sex is completely exposed, “And I’m sick of wasting precious moments I could be ruining this pussy.”

you grind your teeth, squirming. his words are like pure electricity, sparking and buzzing deep within you. you didn’t want to like it, but you were wet, anyways. “Conner,” you reach behind you, trying to push him away, “this isn’t like you—“

“You’re right,” he growls in response, leaning in to drag his countenance along your cunt. you realize you can’t push him off from this angle, so you reach both of your arms forward, trying to grip something, anything, to pull you away, but his grip on your hips kept them cemented in place, “but I can’t fucking think straight. I can hear your heart beating, I can smell every pheromone coming from you, my body is screaming for yours and I can’t fucking stand it.” your breath escapes your open mouth in a wheeze when he licks a fat stripe under your folds, teasing your opening. “I need this. I need you. If you’re not willing to help me, then I’ll take what I need.”

“I’m— I want to help you, Conner,” you were pleading, pushing your palms into the concrete to try and crawl away, “but this isn’t the way. Dick can help us fix you, we just have to get out of here!”

but Conner was way past listening. with a primal grunt, he buries his hand in your hair, pushing your head back down against the ground. “Stay. Down.” he hisses, panting hot air on your core. “I can’t wait for Dick Grayson. I don’t need his help, I’m helping myself.” his tongue encircles your clit, that throbs from the attention. he seals his lips around it and suckles furiously, until you’re covering your mouth with one hand to stifle a vulgar mewl. you didn’t want him to get the wrong idea, think that you liked it, but you couldn’t keep your thighs from quivering. you couldn’t keep your eyelids from fluttering, especially when his other hand released your hip to push his middle finger into your spasming hole. ready to welcome him, your walls flutter about the intruder. he moans at the sensation, nuzzling into you as close as he could. the bridge of his nose grinds against your sensitive button and you can’t help but wriggle. “Fuck,” he slurs, mouth open and lapping at your wetness, knuckle deep and pumping quick, “you’re going to feel so good wrapped around my cock.”

you loathe yourself for getting even wetter hearing the desperation in his voice. you two were friends, and this was very, very wrong. still, his finger was hitting all the right spots, beckoning for you to cum on it with cheeky curling, and he wouldn’t let up on your clit: sucking, teasing with his teeth, slurping on you. you press your palm tighter against your mouth, but it wasn’t muffling your noises enough. “Feels good, right?” he asks, and you could tell he was smirking by the way his lips stretched, smashed against your flesh. his ring finger joins its sibling, and you whine in hapless submission. his fingers are so much thicker than Dick’s, just the two of them stuffed inside you and you already feel full. couple the stretching with his nearly mechanic rhythm, and the room around you is spinning. you don’t want to be as close to orgasm as you are, but you can feel it coming, and you can’t stop it. your toes curl in your boots, muscles going taut. you try to keep it in, fight back the pleasure, but he notices. “Don’t even think about holding out on me,” Conner snarls, tightening his vice on your roots, smearing your face into the ground, “I need to feel you cum. I need to taste it. If you want to play hard to get, I swear I will break you with my cock, and fuck you within an inch of your fragile life.”

you didn’t want to test the theory, nor did you think that you could even if you wanted to. your climax was a tidal wave, ready to crash and sweep you away, whether you were ready for it or not. a mild, “No…” that was directed to yourself falls from your lips. don’t enjoy this. you can’t. but, it felt so damn good.

Conner groans when you come unraveled, burying his face in your slick with his tongue working overtime, flicking your clitoris back and forth, swiping over it, everything he can do to intensify your climax until you’re shivering, panting, and spent, with both of his digits deep inside. “More.” Conner growls, “I want more.”

more? what more could you give? the statement seemed ridiculous— he’d dismantled you already, leaving your muscles too exhausted to move, your body his to do with what he wanted. “I can’t…” you mumble, but he’s already pulling what’s left of your tattered suit from your body. you’re tossed about for a moment as he strips you, but then you fall back on to your belly and stay there, while you watch him undress himself through bleary eyes.

“You don’t have to.” he snaps, his clothes in a puddle of fabric beside you. “I’m going to do the work for you.” his cock springs free, hard and throbbing and pointed towards his bellybutton, and you feel yourself clench on air. part of you wanted him inside of you, to tear right through you, but the other part— the reasonable one, was not only apprehensive at the sheer size of the titan’s manhood, but the fact that this was still so wrong. no amount of euphoria would mask the infidelity, the guilt of betraying Dick, even if you couldn’t stop this from happening. and the worst part was? you knew you would never tell him about it. Conner was only a passenger; the drug, whatever it may be, was in control of his body, and that wasn’t his fault.

when he reaches for you, you squirm, a feeble attempt at another crawl towards the receiver, but his fingers curl underneath your chin, taking you from behind by the throat and pulling you to your feet. you were limp, sagging forward, but he didn’t even mind. with one hand around your neck, he kept you steady enough, toes dragging the floor, to guide the tip of his cock to its destination. “Look at you,” he whispers in your ear, “so fucking weak, you can’t even stand up on your own. Don’t even try to fight, just take it.”

his other hand hooks underneath your thigh, lifting it as he draws you back into his thrust, and a helpless moan seeps from your lips. his fit is snug, almost too snug. you need time to adjust, but he’s not so keen on giving it to you. he’s much too… depraved to ease you into a soft, passionate fucking. instead, his hips snap forward as he drags you back and forth, using you the same way you could imagine he used his own fist when he was alone. “Take it,” he was grunting, over and over, until those two words were the only things on your mind. two syllables burned into your psyche. take it. take it. take it. even your own whimpering waned in comparison to his snorting in your ear.

the hand around your throat falls, instead, to catch your dangling leg at the thigh and lift it into the air, using the leverage to bounce your body, impaled and levitating. your head feels like a fishbowl full of jelly, and it lolls back against his chest, rising and falling with the heavy rhythm of his breathing. indescript sounds fall from your parted couplet, and your eyes are heavily lidded as you try to look up at him. you catch sight of the sharpness of his jaw, drawn right as he grits his teeth, his clear eyes shrouded in darkness, pupils dilated more than you ever thought possible. his face is red, sweat raining down on you. you feel so damn small, looking up at this giant, feeling every thick inch he’s forcing you to accommodate, suspended in the air.

Conner looks down at you, and his grimace twists into a tense smirk. he must’ve felt like a god right now.

“I always admired your strength,” he murmurs through jagged breath, but it was hard to focus on his words when he was jackhammering into you so hard that his balls were swinging to spank your clit, “now I feel fucking foolish, seeing how easily you submit. You’re not a warrior at all— you’re nothing but a fucking whore, made to be used just like this, and you fucking love it, don’t you?” you wanted to argue, tell him that was the drugs talking, but in this moment, he made a good point. would a real fighter still be resisting? could they? you couldn’t even form sentences, and you felt like his cock was going to tear you in half, and instead of trying to get away, you were just slumped back against the menace terrorizing your body. using it. you try to shake your head, but he laughs at you. it wasn’t Conner’s usual laugh. that’s what you kept repeating. he doesn’t laugh that wicked. it wasn’t him. he wasn’t in control. “You’re a damn liar,” he snarls, his massive hands squeezing the supple flesh of your thighs hard enough to elicit and whimper. they would be sore for a while. your whole body would. “If you didn’t love the feeling of my cock destroying your little body, you wouldn’t be so dickdrunk. You wouldn’t be clenching around me like you just found your life’s purpose, and it’s being impaled on my dick. Would you?” you can’t answer, and that coaxes another husky chuckle.

“Maybe you should take a look,” he grunts, allowing his arms to glide with ease up your torso. his elbows force your legs up and spread further, and his fingers lock behind your head, pushing it down. you’ve no choice but to stare at your belly as it distends, the shape of his cock bulging out from the inside when he bottoms out. your head spins, locked in his vice, you can see your own cum dripping from your cunt. you couldn’t help it, but it was still humiliating. “Watch me fuck that little pussy. See how good you take me? Fuck, what’s Grayson always say about you? ‘Tiny, but mighty’? I’ll fucking say so. You’re taking every fucking inch.” you babble, a mix of pleas and his name broken into pathetic syllables as he drives himself up into you. “Attagirl— I might just snap you in two if I pound any harder, huh?” his words are muffled, distorted, as he bites on his lip. you force yourself to nod. you doubted he would show you any mercy, but your body was at its limit.

“C—Conn— Conner!“ your eyes, even glazed, were focused on watching his shaft slide into you, form a thick lump in your belly, and then back out. if you had another orgasm, you’d had three more. the pleasure seemed to run in tandem with your exhaustion. you wanted to beg him to stop, or at least slow down, but his name is the only word you can form.

“Keep screaming my name just like that,” he moans, slobbering over your neck where he sucks and bites, “it’s gonna make me cum!”

you could’ve told him to pull out, but what was the point? he would do what he wanted, and you had absolutely no say. with his hot breath raising goosebumps on your skin, he howls, rutting deep, any rhythm he had before dissipated into fervent fucking, the primal need to be as deep as he could, before he erupts.

and just like that, he drops you.

hitting the floor had become a feeling you were, unfortunately, used to, so you only groan, rolling on to your back. you could feel his cum leaking out of your abused body, and you sucked in a few, heavy breaths.

Conner, on the other hand, has fallen to his knees, panting, growling, his fingers digging into the concrete with his eyes closed. “What… the hell…” he mumbles, “what… did I do?”

Conner was back. the real Conner.

good to know the dose was only temporary.

still, you didn’t know what to say, nothing that came to mind would do much to make him feel better. he finally convinces himself to look up, to look at you. you must’ve looked exactly how you felt, spent, bruised, naked and oozing him, because he let out a furious scoff at himself and pounds his massive fists against the ground, initiating a cloud of debris and dust to swirl around him. “They… weaponized me. Again. To hurt you.” his voice wasn’t steady. it was strained.

“Just…” you hold out your arm, the muscles practically made of gel, “help me up, Conner.” what were you supposed to say? how were you supposed to act? his brows furrow, but he does as instructed, before dressing himself then gathering your clothes. you didn’t miss the way he eyed the destruction he caused about the room, or the guilt painted over his face when he saw you leaning against the wall, wincing, holding your belly. you couldn’t help it. there was a painful, hollow feeling in you after such a rough romp. “Thanks.” you mutter, holding his broad shoulder for stability as he helps you step into your suit. it was horrendously torn, as if you’d been mauled by a werewolf, but nothing the fight couldn’t explain.

“The others are getting close,” he offered. super hearing, you assumed. “What are you going to tell Dick?” Conner asked, somewhat bashful. you noticed that he even looked away when he knelt in front of you, avoiding looking at your body. his cheeks were crimson. he wasn’t the sheepish type, that was all humiliation. and anger at himself, probably.

you look towards the door as it whirrs to life, raising to reveal the tunnels. your way out. what a sick joke.

you could faintly make out silhouettes; the team, and you sigh. “Nothing.” you answer, finally. the last thing you needed was Dick to learn what happened here— you knew him well, too well, to know better. but Conner opened his mouth to protest, and you shook your head. “That wasn’t you, and we never mention it again. Agreed? Not to Dick, not to each other. It. Never. Happened.” now, he nods, and seals his tiers. he wouldn’t say a word, and neither would you. but you knew, deep down, that you would think about this night. replay over and over it in your mind. and maybe he would do the same.

#dc x reader #dark dc #dc comics #dc smut #superboy #superboy x reader #superboy x you #superboy smut #conner kent #conner kent x reader #conner kent x you #conner kent smut

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mattiebluebird · 25 days

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I love how Bruce tells Duke to guard the Cave & Duke goes "Yes, sir. You got it. Not a single goddamm person is getting into this Cave." Like he takes it so seriously that when the GREEN LANTERN shows up, Duke doesn't think "Hm. He probably has a good reason for being here. Maybe I should ask him?"

No.

He DROPKICKS HIS ASS.

#duke thomas #dc #batfam #PANEL FROM DARK DAYS: THE FORGE

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sassylittlecanary · 1 month

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Batman’s cape should always be drawn like it’s basically a sentient creature with its own personality. Bruce is like “hnnn I want to be a Creepy Night Creature” and his cape is like “got it boss 🫡”

#batman #bruce wayne #batman dark victory #dc #dcu #dc comics

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thekitsunesiren · 2 months

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Dc x Dp #46

"I'm transferring you all to another branch to focus on your teamwork." Batman announced to the Young Justice League out of nowhere.

The news surprised the whole group. They've been together for quite sometime and had gotten alone just fine. Sure, they had disagreements here and there, but that wasn't enough for them to need more training, was it?

"We've been officially working together for a long time. Why do we need teamwork training now?" Robin asked, being brave enough to talk to the well feared vigilante that many were fearful to speak against.

Batman said nothing as he scrolled through the tablet in hand, obviously searching for something.

"Because you still have problems with your teamwork. You need the help of another team your age to get a better view point of what you're doing wrong. And hopefully you'll be able to learn about the different type of enemies

"Wait, wait, wait! Our age? You mean there's another team that we didn't know about?" Kid Flash asked, the news obviously being a surprise to him.

This news was a surprise to everyone in the group. All of them thought that they were the only young heroes that worked under the Justice League.

Finding what he was looking for, Batman opened a file and the team looked at the large photo that appeared on the screen. The photo contained four teens, just around their age if not older or younger.

One was a black teen with a red beanie, and Robin was surprised to see the bulky tech in his hands that he was using. What kind of outdated tech was this team using?

Next to him was a goth looking girl with raven black hair wearing a black short with a black and green plaid skirt. Her face was concentrated into a stern glare that gave Wally the shivers. The gun that she held in her hand didn't help either.

There was another girl as well. Her black hair down and resting against her shoulders. Said shoulders and the rest of her body covered by a black and red suit with a hoverboard against her feet and another strange weapon in her hand. A gun maybe? Red Arrow was curious to see her aim when moving on that board.

And the last kid wasn't standing. He was floating. With snow white hair and green eyes that seemed to glow everytime they looked at the photo. He looked to be around the same age as the other three, but he wore a black jumpsuit with white boots, gloves, and belt. On his belt rested a thermos? Superboy didn't see how such a scrawny thing could be of any threat.

One thing was similar was that how all of the humans eyes seemed to glow. Almost as bright as the- metas'? Aliens? -did.

"These are the members of Young Justice: Dark. They have been under the Leagues employment for three months, but they've been working on their own for almost two years and managed to stop several world ending disasters dealing with the supernatural."

The statement from Batman shocked the team. Them? On their own for two years fighting against the supernatural? Surely he was joking?!

"But-how? We've never heard of them, and they were world ending, we should've known about it." Robin argued.

"Because they've never left the threats leave their town." Came Batmans clipped reply. "There have been a few close calls, but all of them have been handled. As for why the League wasn't aware, there was interference that stopped the League from knowing about Amity Park. This is the team that took our place."

This was the team? Two years unsupervised against supernatural threats that they didn't know about and they still remained uncovered? Just how strong was this team?

"I'm assigning your next mission to work under them. For the time being they will be your superiors and you will follow their instructions if you come into contact with any enemy. Do not go against their orders or else it will be dire. With this, you will learn about threats stronger than you have faced and better yourselves as a team. Do not mess this up."

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Batfam AU where Jason never dies, so Tim doesn't join the family the standard way. Instead, he continues pouring most of his time and energy into his photography, eventually becoming known as a popular photographer for events and all that. So now, picture this: Tim gets hired to be a photographer for a Wayne gala. Obviously, he's ecstatic, because he can take pictures of Batman, Robin and Nightwing and be in their presence for a whole night. Since Tim is so naturally talented in stealth and taking pictures unnoticed, the second one of the fam realises this they're like: this kid is good. Tim manages to go unnoticed by all 3 of them (all bat-trained, one literally batman) multiple times during the night, and even when he is noticed, he disappears before they can manage to get a good look at him; to the sheer amazement of Dick and Jason.

Jason, (very discreetly putting snacks in his suit pocket): i know you're under the table, kid.

Tim: don't mind me, Mr. Todd-Wayne, sir, just taking a few pictures

Jason: right... Jason's fine, and what pictures were you taking from under the table?!

Tim, showing him perfectly good shots of him: these.

Jason: how did you get that. it looks like you took it from the rafters

Tim, nodding: I did.

Jason, glancing at the ceiling: ...what?

Tim, gone:

Jason: no fucking way.

Dick, hearing a very, very faint camera shutter from behind him:

Dick, turning around and finding no one there: what the actual...

Dick, getting the feeling of being watched and whirling around to find Tim staring at him from across the room: ... huh.

Jason, pulling Dick aside: you see that kid too, right?!

Dick, nodding: the camera kid, yeah?

Jason: who is that.

Dick: he's one of the hired photographers, apparently. one of the best in his field, despite his age.

Jason: he's good. like, really good. snuck up on me 4 times already, the little bastard.

Dick: you too? i swear he's constantly watching. it's creepy how well he can sneak past both of us.

Jason:

Dick:

Jason: you don't think...

Dick: no. B would've told us.

Jason:

Dick:

Dick: did he get another kid and not tell us somehow

Bruce: what do you mean another kid?

Jason: you heard us. did you adopt another kid and not tell us?!

Bruce: no?? how would I even?? ... what's this about?

Dick: one of the photographers has managed to sneak up on both me and Jay multiple times already

Bruce: what.

Jason: he also can't be more than like. 15 or 16. so forgive us for assuming you took another one in.

Bruce: do you know his name?

Dick:

Jason:

Bruce: really?

Dick: in our defence, he's very hard to catch. i wouldn't be surprised if he's snuck up on you, too.

[camera shutter noise]

All of them, whipping their heads toward the sound only to find nothing but air:

Tim, smiling from the other side of the room:

Jason: do you see what we mean?!

Cue an entire night of shenanigans where it's just Dick, Jason and Bruce trying to catch Tim and learn about him. Upon finding out who he is and where he lives, Dick immediately asks to keep him as an honorary member of the family. Jason is hesitant at first but at some point Tim calls Bruce Batman instead of Mr. Wayne on accident and Jason laughs so hard he's basically won over. Bruce can do nothing but watch as Tim proceeds to come over almost every night for sleepovers and is coddled by both of his sons. And he can't deny, the kid's investigation and stealth skills are top tier. By the time Dick and Jason both start referring to Tim as 'their younger brother' Bruce has just accepted his fate.

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lycheeloving · 2 months

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I know I've been posting a lot about Batman, but tbh I've also been thinking about yandere!Superman...

I mean, hello? super strong, super fast, can hear you from anywhere in the world, can see through walls, what can't he do?

Kidnapping you would be the easiest thing in the world for him, he doesn't even need to lock you up, he can hear when you try to leave and be there immediately to gently usher you back inside, even if he was busy on the other side of the world just a few seconds ago.

Might keep you in the fortress of solitude, just for some extra isolation (and so absolutely nobody can find you). But he might take you flying sometimes! Take you somewhere beautiful and secluded so you can have a picnic together, if you behave. He can get you any food you feel like eating, from anywhere in the world, isn't that nice?

I don't think he'd hurt you to keep you in line, but he might threaten you subtly if you piss him off enough, reminding you just what he's capable of. Nothing too overt, but he might let his eyes flash red for a few seconds if you insult him for the third time that day, just to make you think twice about what you want to say to him next time.

You literally have no way of escaping and he just wants to love and protect you!! Just accept him and let him take care of you and he'll do anything you ask for (except for letting you go, of course).

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mrsdarkandyandere7 · 8 months

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Friend

Pairing: Dark Bruce Wayne x (female) Reader

▶ This is a yandere/dark work and it may contain triggering content so please READ THE WARNINGS before. Do not read if minor.

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SUMMARY: Your boyfriend can’t stand people hurting your feelings.

WARNING: Toxic/Abusive Relationship.

AN: Please, reblog and give me feedback.

“Bruce, did you… do something?” you hesitate, twisting the phone in your hands as Bruce buttons up his shirt. He looks at you through the mirror, eyebrows raising as his lips curl into a slight smirk.

“Why would you think that, my love?” his head tilts to the side with his eyes meeting yours, a mist of arrogance and confidence in them.

You gulp, wondering if you’re wrong to even consider that a possibility. But deep down there’s a submerged certainty that it was Bruce.

It was foolish of you to confide to Bruce about how a close friend of yours was being so mean, almost bitchy towards you. Her name had mindlessly slipped off your tongue and back then you didn’t think much of it.

You were just taking it off your chest, seeking some comforting words and perhaps advice from Bruce, nothing else.

But when said friend suddenly loses her job, her apartment and even her bank account savings, it creates an uneasy feeling in you. Bruce is the only person you had shared your problem with, not to mention he has more than enough resources to make that happen.

“I…Maybe…Just tell me. Did you do something?” you beg. Bruce doesn’t immediately reply, taking his time in fixing his suit returning his attention to the mirror.

When he finally looks up, anxiety has filled your mind and it doesn’t help that Bruce sickly smiles at you, coming closer.

He presses a kiss against your forehead, his hand intertwining with yours. Closing your eyes, your breath stutters, a bad feeling sinking in.

“There’s nothing worth about her, so don’t worry that pretty head of yours with those theories, darling.” Bruce’s voice is nothing but a low whisper.

You were right.

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pynkgothicka · 2 years

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Hey!! I was wondering if you'd write this.

Reader's being stalked and goes to the police for help, Dick gets assigned to the case and escorts her home only for the reader to find out he's her stalker??

Smut!! Non-con.

Dark! Dick Grayson x Fem! Reader

a/n: y'all I took a good lil break fa a minute

Tags/Warnings: NONCON, GASLIGHTING

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You fiddled with your fingers in the GCPD. You were waiting to be allowed in the back in order to speak with Commissioner Gordon about maybe getting some help with your stalker situation. Whoever was following you, was beginning to really worry you. Some nights you'd come home to your door being wide open and stuff missing, your bed messed up, and a musk smell in the air.

You weren't safe, and you knew it.

"Hey Ma'am, Gordon wants you in his office."

You were snapped out of your trance as Cash motioned to the back. You nodded and moved to the door. A gruffed out voice allowed you in. You closed the door behind you as you walked through the door, taking a seat afterwards. Commissioner Gordon sat there, and gave you a small warm smile. "So what's the problem here ma'am?"

You explained what had been happening the past few weeks and the Commissioner took notes, just letting you vent out your frustrations. "Well Ma'am, this is a solid stalker case and I can make a warrant for arrest. But, I don't have a face nor a person to even start off as suspects."

"What do I need to do then Commissioner?"

"Not a damn thing, I'm assuming you know of Batman and his entire ya know, clique?"

You raised a brow, why would they have anything to do with the case you were building? None the less you answered, "Yes?"

"Well, I'm going to put one of them to your case, don't worry they'll let you know they're onto you. Trust me, it's for the best that it's one of them. Those freaks are quiet and stealthy as hell." You let out a small laugh and your heart rate slowed down. If all they had to do was make sure you're safe, then you're okay with that.

"As long as something is getting done, thank you for understanding."

"Hey, what are we here for?"

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You stood at the side of your window gazing longingly at the sky. Your paints were scattered everywhere, the muggy sky only needing some gray and blue. Everything was so bleak and bland, and you haven't heard anything for the past 2 days, was someone in your case yet?

Deep in Thought, you picked up another glob of blue oil paint and was nearly about to paint until you saw a man outside your window. You screamed and jumped back, tripping on some loose clothes you didn't have the energy to pick up. Your window opened as he climbed through, shutting it behind himself. He rushed over to your side and pulled you up.

"I'm so sorry about that, I didn't think I'd scare you that bad." He said rubbing your shoulders. "I'm Nightwing, as you probably already know. And they put me on your case, so just think of me like your guardian angel." You smiled and let out a breath of relief. You were glad it was him out of all the other vigilantes. He was carefree and easy going, and that's exactly what you needed.

"Thanks, um are you hungry or something? Sorry I just don't want you to be hanging around and not be comfortable." You picked up your paintbrush and dumped it back in your water cup. Nightwing gave a sheepish smile.

"Trust me I'm alright, it's my job to watch over you, so don't worry about me."

Having him around would definitely lift some stress from your shoulders. You could finally focus on your art and making rent.

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Nightwing escorted you home every late art show you had, giving you someone to talk to about your troubles and worries. And all the stalker junk dialed down, hell you barely even felt like someone was watching you these days.

"Hey I need to stop and get something real quick, wanna come with me real quick?" Nightwing snapped you out of your thoughts. You shrugged and nodded as he grabbed your hand and pulled you to the nearest alleyway. You felt your trust in your guardian angel falter. He kept dragging you deeper into the alleyway, he's so happy about it too, laughing all the while. He turned into a nearby doorway. He kept going down the abandoned hall and finally opened a door.

"Go ahead and rest for a bit, I'll be right back." He motioned towards the couch he had in the apartment's living room. He walked into the kitchen and started rummaging through the cabinets and drawers. You went ahead and sat down on the couch and looked around. The door out had 3 locks which raised some concerns. Maybe he was just wary like that? He is a vigilante after all.

The TV in front of you was unplugged and had a DVD tape attached. He had a large collection of films and TV shows, most you recognized just with a single glance. Maybe you'd have to ask to come back here sometime and have a movie night. All of a sudden you yelled out as your hair was caught in a vice grip. You were shoved forward into the ground, your head slamming on the corner of the glass counter. It was certainly going to bruise.

You barely had a chance to get up as you were dragged to another door within the apartment. Nightwing was attacking you, and you were trapped.

He threw your body forward, making you lose balance and collapse on the ground. "Nightwing, please-"

"I've been waiting so long for you to come around. Do you know how hard it was to keep everything from you?" He rambled on, beginning to go from the top of his uniform, and slowly pulled down on the zipper.

"Hide what?" You questioned backing further into the alley. Your back hit a soft mattress, and then it all connected, he was going to take away your virginity. He was the one stalking you, The Commissioner played right into his plans, and you only made it easier.

"I sure do love seeing those gears in that little head of yours work. Who knew all it took to get you like this was for me to do my job?" He chuckled, pulling down the front part of his outfit, and pulling off his pants to reveal his raging hard on. "Now strip, and I won't ask again." That was all you needed to hear as you took off your blouse. You didn't want to give him a reason to possibly kill you, he was 10x your size and could crush you in an instant.

The room was muggy, and you were half naked, and sweat stuck to your skin. Dick was exposed, and was slowly walking towards you, panting heavily. You pushed further into the bed trying to get away from him. He climbed with you, hovering over your shivering body. He kissed up your leg all the way to your panties. They were plain and white the only hint of color being a small pink bow. He chuckled and pulled down your panties and blew on your newly exposed clit. You shivered as your leg shook. He then licked a single stripe, you letting out a small gasp, choking on your tears. "Shit your dry as hell, don't worry we're gonna get you nice and soaked." Nightwing then shoved his mouth and latched onto your clit. He ate you out and fucked you with his tongue. He groaned out, your taste staining his tongue.

You were close and you knew it, you didn't want to have him get the pleasure of making you cum but you couldn't hold back. It was just too good. "N-Night-"

"Dick, call me Dick. And shhhh. Dick moved away from your now puffy clit and grabbed at your breasts. He then smashed his lips against yours, the bitter taste of your own juices coming back through his toxic touch. He pulled away climbing higher, positioning his rock hard erection in front of your lips. "Kiss it baby, for good luck." You shook your head rapidly, Dick growled in response. "Come on, don't you want good luck? I sure do I want to knock you up so you can't ever leave."

You gulped and reluctantly planted a kiss on his hot tip. He groaned out and took you by your hair to keep himself steady. He moved down and positioned himself in front of your waiting pussy. He rubbed himself a few times before shoving himself inside you, still keeping a firm grip on your hair. He used that grip to keep you in place as he kept a harsh rough pace, cashing his high. You were already too fucked out to even realize what was happening, you clawed into the bed beneath you.

"You're gonna cum soon, do it with me."

That was all the permission you needed as you are with a loud cry, your vaisin getting spotty. Dick crashed his lips onto your already dead ones and came, the warmth filling you. He collapsed on you, and began stroking your hair. You knew that you couldn't push him off, he was way more powerful than you.

You should've never let him into your life as much as you did. Not for sure it was going to take a miracle in order to escape.

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thefiery-phoenix · 9 months

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CAGED NIGHTINGALE (YANDERE TIM DRAKE X SINGER READER)

Thank you so much @mariidepp for saving so many of my works, and all of you wonderful folk out there, I really appreciate your help and support during these times. It's time I revive my blog back and be back in business 😎

It's not easy to hide something from Tim in the first place, he's pretty good at uncovering information from any source. You had a passion for music ever since you were a child, you loved singing and playing the keyboard as well. You'd practice relentlessly day in and day out, fine tuning your voice and setting your skills to perfection till you were actually ready to become a professional singer. You finally got your first contract for a movie when you'd auditioned for the singing part. From singing for movies to releasing private albums, your fame was starting to increase. However you weren't doing this for the fame, you genuinely loved doing this. Sure, the schedule could be stressful at times and hectic even, barely even giving you a moment to breathe at times, but you found your comfort and solace in singing and the world of music as your reputation soared in the music industry and had quite the massive following

You were getting ready for a concert today and you were mentally preparing yourself in your dressing room as you took a deep breath and softly hummed to yourself, a warm up exercise for your throat. You made sure to hydrate yourself as well as you heard the door open and your manager entered the room. "You ready to shine out there?" he asked you and you smiled and nodded. You could already feel the excitement and adrenaline rushing through your body, you felt nervous and excited at the same time but you composed yourself and followed your manager backstage. Your manager gave you a supportive thumbs up sign and you smiled at him gratefully, you felt grateful for all his help for making all the arrangements for a concert in Gotham as you went to greet the crowd. "WHAT'S UP GOTHAM, ARE YOU GUYS READY TO HAVE A BLAST TODAY?!" you greeted your fans and you were met with hollers and screeches of excitement from the crowd and you began to sing your songs

Meanwhile Tim was on patrol duty, he had nothing better to do and he was frankly bored, Gotham was usually known for having a history of crime occurring at least twice or thrice in a day bur surprisingly there weren't any reports of attacks today. His nerves couldn't relax though, he felt like something was up and decided to stay vigilant. He was currently on the rooftop of a building when he heard an amplified voice singing through a microphone and Tim stopped looking at his phone to listen carefully to the music. He was listening to you singing and he was mesmerized and immersed in your voice, you sounded like an angel who descended from the heavens above. He simply had to get a closer look at you. He headed towards the stadium quickly and peered from above to see you on the stage, singing and the audience cheering and clapping for you. He could see your face through the screens next to the stage and needless to say, it was literally love at first sight for him

He loved the way your expressions kept altering whenever you sang and changed your pitch from high to low, it just showed that how much you were immersed in the song you were singing. He also loved the way that you were dressed in something comfortable and classy at the same time, your beautiful eyes shining like gemstones. You barely had any makeup on you and yet you looked like an elegant and graceful angel who radiated beauty with your clothes hugging those beautiful curves of your body. Tim completely forgot about patrol duty and didn't even answer when Dick called him, asking him for the usual hourly update because he was so engrossed in your songs. He felt like you were singing solely for him and was regretful that your concert was done so soon. No matter though, he just had to find out more about you and research was something he excelled at

He couldn't forget your music or your face for weeks, he kept humming the tune you'd sang to himself and was often lost in thought about you. After he went back to the manor he immediately began his research about you, you used to be a regular high school student who had a passion for music and you were a Latino too, Argentinean to be specific. Which also led to him researching about the Latino and Argentinean culture because he wanted to impress you the next time he saw you. Somehow or the other, he needed to get your attention. His mind couldn't forget you. For weeks he stalked your social media accounts on various platforms, yes, even the Tumblr blogs as well and even went so far as to reading fanfiction about you online on Wattpad and Tumblr. He had a mixed reaction of the fanfiction about you, part of him was happy and glad that it was there because he could dream about his fantasies with you and he may or may not have written some of his own, imagining how life would be with you. And yet, another part of him was a bit upset and angry that people were thinking such lewd and dirty thoughts about someone so innocent and pure like you, he despised the way people treated you like some sort of object to analyze, you were so much more than that

His obsession for you spiraled out of control. Whenever you'd host a concert, he'd make sure to be at every single one of them without fail, with front row tickets. You'd often seen him at your concerts, he'd be standing at the edge of the stage and you felt familiar with his presence after a few concerts of yours. You really appreciated his dedication. He was also the president of your online fan club and went so far as to purchasing all your merchandise, always keeping up with the latest tabloids and gossip and news featuring you. However he didn't like it whenever you did a collaboration with someone else, what right did they even have to steal the spotlight away from you? They weren't even worthy of looking at you much less even BE in your presence in his opinion. He also despised the rumors about your love life with some random person, it should be HIM who should be your partner. He's followed you so diligently, you were his goddess and he was your loyal worshipper, no one could separate the two of you and he'd make sure that no one would dare to separate the two of you

There were rumors about you dating another singer and when Tim saw the headlines, he almost lost it and started seething. Even though he knew they were just silly and baseless rumors, he couldn't help but feel bad that someone else had dared to steal you away from him. He couldn't just sit by and let that no good scumbag take advantage of your kind and helpful nature. He did what he thought was right and tracked the person down and let's just say, he's in the hospital due to some lowlife criminals attacking him. Gotham was a pretty dangerous place after all, full of crime and deceit. When Bruce managed to secure backstage passes to meet you he almost lost his mind in a frenzy of excitement. He couldn't believe his fortune. He felt like it was the fates gift for him waiting for you so diligently and patiently

However during your next concert when he was lurking around to make sure that nothing happened to you, he noticed that one of the overhead spotlights was lose and it would fall directly on you. Tim couldn't allow that to happen, he would rather burst an artery than let you be in danger. Before you even realized that the light was about to fall on you, Tim managed to save you by pulling you out of harms way with his arm wrapped securely around your waist as you fell on his chest surprised. He felt like he was in one of those over dramatic teenage romance blockbuster films when the male lead saves the female lead. You looked at him with a rather frightened expression on your face, you couldn't see who he was because of his Red Robin mask but you hugged him and thanked him. He felt like he'd just died and gone to heaven, where he was being hugged by you. He had to blink a few times if this was a dream or not

After your concert was done, you invited him to your dressing room and he thanked his lucky stars as he followed you. He revealed his identity to you and when you thanked him again, he felt pride course through his veins. From then on, he not only saw himself as a protector and a guardian for you, he was also there whenever there was an 'attack in progress' involving you. He may or may not have bribed a few people to just look threatening so he could play the good guy and be your knight in shining armor and save you from those goons. What a sweet naive innocent little thing you were, you always fell for his act

What really drove him over the edge was you making the mistake of mentioning that you were in a relationship with someone. You wouldn't disclose the name but he just lost it completely. Of course he doesn't blame you for this, he blames the no good pest who dared to steal you away from him. He knew you wouldn't be safe in a place like Gotham without his protection, can't you see? You NEED him as much as he needs you like a dying man and air. Acting in your best interest, he ended up kidnapping you and all your social media accounts were removed. You were of course angry at him for kidnapping you and but no matter how much you screamed and cried to be set free, he simply wouldn't budge with his decision. Now you can sing your songs only for him and not for anyone else

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deadsetobsessions · 3 months

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Danny used to be a vigilante, firmly on the side of good. Like, illegally, but morally good.

Danny’s 100% sure that whatever he is now, it’s not good.

Is Gotham’s influence just Like That?

He was homeless when he got to this thrice damned city (literally, because Lady Gotham was so cursed) and now he’s… here? In a mid-level penthouse with a rotation of homeless kids going in and out of his kitchen and eating out his pantry??

Danny adjusted the cuffs of his dress shirt, making the conscious decision to ditch the tie. He’s a tall 6ft 4 now, taking after his Dad. His head smarted all of the time, hitting doorframes when he was being a bit clumsier than the normal ghost-like grace he had learned to channel as The Phantom.

The Phantom instead of just Phantom. Why? Because Phantom was the name of a teenage vigilante in another dimension. The Phantom, on the other hand, is an intimidatingly tall, deceptively kind, extremely dangerous kingpin.

Honestly? Danny didn’t even want this life. Like, he had no idea it would snowball like this??

He supposed that it all started when the Penguin was trying to snatch kids off of his block on Crime Alley. Not officially his block, of course, because Danny didn’t actually enter this city to be a crime-shadow thing. But he hadn’t lost enough of Phantom the Vigilante to ignore kids getting hurt. He still hasn’t, if he’s being honest. He flew into a frantic search, tracking down the missing kids to Penguin’s bar. The Iceberg Lounge. Apparently, he wanted the kids to do some menial tasks and what not. Danny, rage flickering through his core, intangibly went in and robbed Penguin of every coin and secret the man kept.

Then? Danny blackmailed the Penguin to guarantee his kids a measure of safety from the Rogue. That began the slippery slope into whatever it is he does now. Penguin was being kept in line by Danny’s threats, the grip he had on the Rogue’s weak points, and a wonderful bit of intimidation.

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“What, you stinking phantom? I’m stickin’ to yer rules!” Penguin snarled, forced to his knees by invisible blob ghosts.

Danny, salty and pissy from the lack of sleep he’d experienced trying to keep Penguin’s men in line as a result of Penguin trying to test where Danny’s lines were, dropped the temperature to the point where Penguin started shivering. Considering the place was already cold- the Iceberg lounge lived up to its name- it meant that Danny was standing nonchalantly in a room that was negative twenty five degree Celsius in a sweatshirt, Danny was already making good on his natural intimidation factor.

“It’s The Phantom to you, Oswald.” Danny said, in the tone of someone saying “it’s the shit, to you.”

Danny narrowed his blue eyes, letting a tiny tint of ectoplasm make his eyes glow a bit in the suddenly icing over room.

“Your people have been getting on my nerves, Oswald. Roughing up kids is so… uncultured. Are you sure you’re a Cobblepot?”

Penguin snarled, the effect of which was rendered ineffective due to his increasingly violent shivers. Plus, Danny loomed over him without even trying.

Danny, annoyed and asking himself “What Would Dan Do To Intimidate This Guy?”, gripped Penguin’s shoulder and hauled him up one handed. He dragged the mob boss over to one of the booths, avoiding the bodies he’d dropped (non-lethally) when Danny first walked in to ruin Penguin’s night. He shoved Penguin in chair he iced over, because Danny’s petty and if he saw one more bruise on his kids at Penguin’s hands, Danny was gonna go full Dan the Murderer.

He at least allowed to room to warm up before laying into Penguin, though. He stayed standing. Hey, he had the height advantage to use. He could have kept Penguin kneeling, but it was probably god the best that the mob boss got some sense of pride back.

(Danny had no idea that sitting as someone loomed over you to lecture and threaten you was even worse than kneeling. At least with kneeling, you knew where you stood. But sitting? It leaves you horribly off kilter.)

“I told you to keep your people in line. Kids are off limits, Oswald.”

“I kept them in line!”

Never let it be said that Oswald Cobblepot had a normal functioning sense of self preservation.

“Really?” Danny jabbed his pointer finger lightly on top of Penguin’s trachea and allowed his fingernails to sharpen into Phantom’s sharper digits. Penguin tried to lean away. “Then why did they start a gun fight when there were kids visible on the street? Why did I see one of my kids get hit by one of your poor excuses of a bouncer?”

“I-”

“Don’t care much for your excuses, if I’m being honest. I let you mess around with the little projects you have, without even breathing a whisper of your secrets. Sionis would love to know how you double crossed him the last deal, yeah?”

“I- I’ll keep them in line!” Penguin stuttered.

“Well, I believe in second chances,” Danny bullshitted. Ancients, how was this even working? “So I suggest you make an example of the guy that smacked Hailey around before I make an example out of you, Oswald.”

“Fine! Fine!”

——

And with that, he got access to Penguin’s resources and men and more importantly, the corrupt police officers. He made Penguin “boot out” the pedophilic ones (in a very violent way) and kept the rest.

Then? Mr. Freeze froze over the god damn pipes and Danny had to intimidate and make a deal with the Rogue so he and his increasing roster of orphans had access to warm water.

In exchange for Danny’s restorative and, more importantly, unmelting ice, Mr. Freeze was now Danny’s… on-call enforcer?? When he’s not researching cures for his frozen in a pod wife, that is.

Danny was satisfied with that. He was! But then Black Mask happened, with the man trying to engage in a battle of wits with Danny over the control of Crime Alley which, at that point, was firmly Danny’s territory.

The thing is, Danny doesn’t play nice anymore. Why bother with pointless mind games when he could just…

——

“So, you’re The Phantom.”

“And you’re Sionis.”

Black Mask twitched at the name, gloved hands pulling out his guns. Danny sat on the counter, head touching mid cabinet, and sipped out of Sionis’ favorite mug.

Because Danny broke into Black Mask’s safe house and stole his quality coffee. The man’s eyes were wary.

“How did you get in here?”

Danny shrugged. “Walked.”

Danny held the coffee out of the way as Sionis unloaded a clip into his chest and lunged forward to slap a mask onto Danny’s face. After waiting a bit, as Black Mask’s smug triumph bled into shock, Danny laughed and, using a bit of his natural strength, tossed the guy off of him. He casually took the mask off of his face.

“Jeez, I’m trying to be nice, here.”

“So, you’re a Meta.”

Danny grinned. “Eh. And you’re a cult leader with a mask fetish.”

Danny tuned out the rant about the “true face of Gotham” or whatever, already bored, and sipped at Sionis’ coffee. The ass might be a psycho, but his coffee tastes were wonderful. Danny stood up, rinsed his mug, and turned back to Black Mask.

“You’re trafficking people. Kids.” He said, cutting through Sionis’ chatter. He was sly about it too, committing violence and torture in a way that would ensure obedience and fear. Danny probably would have never caught on, Black Mask’s schemes being so ingeniously created and executed, had he not kept a hawk’s eyes on the more vulnerable members of Crime Alley’s community. And the rest of Gotham’s vulnerable communities, of course.

“My, a wonderfully obvious conclusion. Now, Phantom, I have a proposition for you.”

Sionis seemed to have gotten his bearings back. Danny tilted his head at him, looking down.

“You can work for me,” Sionis said, before opening a laptop with video feed to one of his masked men or whatever holding a knife to one of Danny’s more fearless kids. Danny snarled.

“Or, refuse, and your kid will lose a finger for every instance of your defiance.”

“I told you not to touch the kids, Sionis. I don’t allow trafficking either.”

Black Mask chuckled. “Cut off a finger, Sadness.”

“Yes, bos- ARGHHHH!”

Danny watched as Mr. Freeze froze the goon’s arms before breaking them.

“I’ve got her, Phantom.”

Danny nodded at Freeze, keeping an eye on Sionis in case the fool bolts.

“So, what are your cards now, Sionis? You’ve sure pissed me off with nothing to show for it.”

And that was the last night anyone heard from the one that was supposed to be the King of Crime.

But Gotham knew the head mounted on a pike at one of Black Mask’s hastily abandoned bases was a warning, that The Phantom was watching.

——

Then he somehow got a gaggle of more orphans that were undead zombie “Talons?”

From there, he just obtained influence over the crime bosses of Gotham. Because his Talons kept bringing him heads and blackmail and his crime alley kids and Gotham orphans kept bringing him information for food and safety?

But like, Danny never wanted anything in exchange for the safety he provided. His core could give less of a shit whether he got anything in return. But he couldn’t convince his kids of that! They’re putting themselves in danger and ugh-!

Danny checked himself once more in the mirror. Ready, he stepped out into the night to wait for the Bats at his new favorite VIP spots.

On the way, he passed Ivy and Harley, who he waved to. Pamela worked under him because he controlled Gotham’s criminal underground (which also mean the official parts of the city considering the sheer amount of corruption) and influenced them into more plant friendly methods. His dominion over Undergrowth also helped immensely.

Harley? They’re friends. He beat up and crippled her abusive ex. She gave him therapy and stopped torturing people for fun.

Danny stepped into the back door of the Iceberg Lounge. No one stopped him. No one dared to.

He settled onto a velvet couch, nodding respectfully at the server that had immediately and nervously set down his mai tai. He glanced around for cameras and wire taps, before giving up and upping his ectoplasmic output to short any recording devices out.

He sipped his drink as he waited.

“Batman.”

“Phantom.”

“Oh, good. You didn’t bring Robin,” Danny said, watching Batman tense. “Kids shouldn’t be in places like these.”

Batman stayed silent.

“Come on, sit.” Danny gestured to the couch across from him.

“This isn’t a social call. I’ll stop whatever you’re scheming-” Batman growled.

“Oh my god, you’re so dramatic. Is this where Nightwing gets it from?”

Batman snarled.

“Sit, sit.” Danny rolled his eyes.

Batman stayed stubbornly looming. Danny sighed, allowing his voice to slip into velvet danger.

“I told you to sit, Bruce Wayne.”

“You-”

“I won’t repeat myself again, Bruce. You’re testing my patience.”

Bruce sat, wary and hyper vigilant. Danny sighed, settling back in his chair.

“You’ve heard of Red Hood, yes? Don’t answer that, it was hypothetical. I know you’ve heard of him.” Danny waved a hand impatiently. “I don’t really care why he’s setting up shop in my Alley, but he’s upsetting the other crime lords. They’re asking me to interfere.”

“I don’t work for you.”

“No,” Danny acknowledged with a nod. “But I could make you, if you push it. Politeness would serve you much better right now, Bruce, seeing as I am doing you a… favor. And since I’m not shouting to the world who you are under the cowl.”

Danny gave Batman a pointed, patented, mom glare.

“… Apologies.”

“Now, you might be wondering what that favor is.” Danny watched Batman’s cowled face carefully. “I thought you should know that the Red Hood is your “Jason Todd.’”

Batman was still. And then Batman leapt at him, snarling, “How dare you-!”

Danny caught the vigilante by the throat and squeezed.

Batman’s flurry of punches- which, mildly ow, those gauntlets kind of hurt- quickly changed to clawing and maneuvers to get out of the choke hold. Danny held steady, cutting off the vigilante’s air supply until he began to go limp. He’s not Superman. Danny will bruise and kill, if he had to.

“Are you going to listen to me now?” Danny asked mildly, emulating both Black Mask’s drawl and Dan’s effortless psychosis.

Batman gave a weak nod. Danny plopped him unceremoniously back onto his couch. He sipped on his drink once more as he waited for Batman to cough some sweet air back into his lungs.

“I’m telling you to get your little birds in line before I have to go hunting, yeah? Keep your kids out of danger, Bruce, and I won’t have to step in.”

“He- how do you know..?” The growl isn’t there anymore, and Danny felt a smug sense of vindication of having smothered it out of the guy. Woah, no, that thought was too Dan and too little Danny. Danny handed him a cup of water, which Batman didn’t drink.

Danny rolled his eyes and raised an eyebrow. “Drink. If I wanted to kill you, I would have done it by now. And as for how I know…”

Danny held up a beat up copy of Jane Austen’s Sense and Sensibility, filled with Jason’s writing. He tossed it to Batman, who caught it with blank eyes.

“Water,” Danny reminded him firmly, feeling like a mother hen. Batman gulped down his water, eyes flicking between the pages of Jason’s annotated book. Ancients, Danny couldn’t believe he annotated his book. A crime lord, like that? Well, it’s not like Danny could say anything.

Batman looked up at him, a silent demand- no, plea, because he’s not in a position to make demands- for an answer.

“Broke into his safe house. You should contact your fling, Talia. Seems like she dunked him into these “Lazarus pits” and told him you replaced him with the current Robin.”

Danny could see Batman’s emotional gears hard at work and honestly, he doesn’t have time for that.

“Now, we’re done here. You owe me one for the information. I’ll collect later.” Danny grabbed the Dark Knight, who stayed oddly unresisting (shock, maybe?) , and hauled him up.

“Tell Tim Drake to eat more. He looks too skinny.” With that, Danny dragged the Dark Knight to the window and punted him out. His kids were waiting on hot chocolate night and Danny had to go shopping for quality ingredients.

——

“YOU COULDN’T HAVE TOLD ME THE BIGGEST CRIME LORD OF YOUR CITY WAS THE FUCKING HIGH KING OF THE INFINITE REALMS?!”

“Hn.”

“BLOODY HELL, DON’T YOU GRUNT AT ME, YOU BROODY BASTARD!”

Constantine let out a scream. Shite, the king who held his soul contract was a crime lord. Great.

——

The reason intelligence and convoluted schemes and genius doesn’t work against Danny is because he’s got weird standards of what he’ll tolerate and the fact is that his normal dumbassery and mother hen tendencies cancels out and coherent thoughts or plans he might have had.

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