#dc marvel crossover

[dc-marvel-crossovers]

DC/Marvel parallels + Ao3 tags, pt. 2:

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[ynscrazylife]

THE BAT IN THE SHADOWS 🦇🕸️

— CHAPTER TWO

Summary: Bruce Wayne is the happiest he’s ever been in a while. He has a beautiful wife, amazing children, and is stopping crime left and right as Batman. All that shatters when you, his wife, mysteriously disappears.

Pairings: Bruce Wayne x Wife!Reader, Batfamily x Batman!Reader, Avengers x Reader (Platonic)

Series Masterlist | Main Masterlist

Having to wait until morning to pull the security cam footage from nearby stores was hell. In the meantime, Bruce filled out a missing persons report (and nearly broke down whilst doing it). The worst part of it all was having to come home, alone, and face his family.

His kids and Alfred were exactly where he left them, all in the living room.

“Where’s Mom?” Dick was the first to ask, arms crossed. Neither he nor his brothers could hide the worry flickering across his face. Not even Alfred, who was usually so composed.

“I believe,” Bruce began, wanting to be strong for them. The image of your smiling face flashed in his mind and he slammed his hand against the nearby wall to steady himself. Get it together, he told himself. The weight of your shattered phone in his pocket felt like tons of bricks. “She’s been taken.”

He hated that that was all he could say on it. That was all he knew. He hated that he had to say it at all.

Five rounds of “What?!” echoed around the room. Bruce forced himself to look at Dick, Jason, Tim, and Damian. At their pain. Their shock.

“I only found her phone, broken. But we will bring her home,” Bruce said, knowing that there was no keeping his children out of this investigation. “I will take the lead. I’m going to go downstairs and start working. Anyone is free to join me, but I’d also suggest trying to sleep. If you can.”

He started towards the stairs. Then, half-way there, he stopped and turned around, opening up his arms. It took a second, but the boys came to him, and Bruce tucked them in his arms with a strong, tight hug. Alfred watched for a moment, then walked around and put his hand on Bruce’s shoulder.

“We will find her,” Bruce vowed.

And, he thought, if you were harmed in anyway, if a single hair was out of place, he’d destroy whoever had enough nerve to do this.

//

Standing by Commissioner Gordon’s side, Bruce peered over the employee sitting at his desk, who was starting up the footage on his computer. They found the closest store to the spot where your phone was found and as soon as the sign switched from closed to open, they walked in.

“Here you go,” the employee murmured, pressing play.

The footage was grainy and dark but with narrowed eyes, Bruce was determined to take in all that he could. As soon as you walked into frame, Bruce couldn’t help but tense up, nervous about what they were going to see.

Your pace started slowing as you took out your phone. Then, a jolt of electricity — where it was coming from was off-screen — hit your in the back. Bruce fixed his jaw, trying not to lash out or yell or even cry as he saw you fall. The thought of you, limp on the hard, dirty sidewalk . . .

Then, two figures came into frame, lean builds and wearing all black. Bruce watched how one stomped on your phone screen and he took a breath. They were saying something to each other, but the footage didn’t have audio. It was impossible to make out. He curled his fingers into a fist when they each took one of your arms, starting to drag you away. They didn’t seem to care at all that your head was bouncing off the ground and Bruce wanted to smash the screen.

He’d make them fucking pay, that was for sure.

Gordon did the talking, thanking the employee and whatnot. Bruce was in a daze, the footage playing over and over again in his head. He hadn’t even realized that Gordon wrapped up the conversation until he was pulled outside. They went a few stores down, trying to find more security camera footage of where they took you.

When they did, Gordon and Bruce watched as the kidnappers haphazardly tossed you into the car. As if you were nothing. As if you weren’t the most precious thing in Bruce’s life. He made fists again. They drove away and the one good thing was that the footage captured the license plate.

Gordon drove them to the police station and Bruce practically forced him to speed. A goddamn license plate, that was their only clue. Bruce’s only hope. He was pacing back and forth while the police actually ran the plate, never staying still for even a millisecond.

Finally, Gordon emerged. “They must’ve stolen the car. We’ll start sending patrol units out, contact other local departments . . . We will find this car. We’ll find them,” he said confidently.

//

While patrol units drove all around the city and beyond, Bruce did the same in his Batmobile. He spent every minute of every hour on the road, only returning for food and a couple hours of sleep after numerous calls from Alfred. It was the second time when he came home that he saw how much this was affecting his children. A wave of guilt hit, he knew that he hadn’t been paying as much attention to them as he should’ve.

You would’ve told Bruce to leave it to your fellow detectives, who were hellbent on getting you home. You would’ve told Bruce that he didn’t have to be Batman. He had to be home. God, you were so good, it sometimes hurt.

Bruce sat with his four boys on the couch, his arms wrapped around them. He updated them on the case, told them everything he knew. Of course, they asked to join him on patrol, but Bruce told them there was no need. He was going to take a few days off to spend with them.

It was after those few days that Bruce received a call from Gordon. They were in the middle of a somber dinner when his phone rang and the vigilante sprang up from his seat, nearly knocking his chair over. Everyone paused their eating.

“Gordon?” Bruce asked. The last few times, Gordon had nothing big to tell him, but Bruce answered his phone the same way every time.

“We got the car. It’s abandoned, but they drove out of the city. Parked near the woods.”

Dick, Tim, Jason, and Damian all wanted to go search with their father, but Alfred assured Bruce that he’d have them finish their dinners. Bruce gave each one of them a kiss on the head and promised to be home at a reasonable hour (which Alfred would hold him to, bless the man) before he rushed off.

It took a little while to get to the coordinates that Gordon sent, but when he did, he found detectives and cops and even civilian-organized search parties. It warmed Bruce’s heart, how much the city adored you. They knew you as Mrs Wayne, the kind and brave detective.

He joined the search as Batman, looking high and low. He got deep into the woods when finally, he found something. A group of costumed people all looking around, some confused, some awed. Bruce could tell they didn’t belong.

“Identify yourself,” he growled, coming out of the shadows and approaching them.

They all turned to him suddenly. No one moved or said anything for a second, until a redheaded woman came forward. She looked to be around your age, maybe a couple years older.

“This is probably going to come as a shock, but please, hear me out,” the woman began.

“I don’t ‘hear’ people out. Identify yourself, now,” Bruce demanded, in no mood for games.

The woman sighed softly. “Fine. You can call me te Black Widow. Back home, I — we — are known as the Avengers. We’re looking for someone named Y/N,” she told him.

[ghost-in-the-corner]

Every Spider-Man and Batman crossover is missing out on abusing the fact that Michael Keaton is both Batman and the Vulture in film and that Peter would absolutely despise Bruce on sight

Like can you imagine

Bruce Wayne: *a model citizen, building a new homeless shelter and funding revitalization in poor communities in Gotham*

Also Bruce Wayne: *is Batman, goes around in armor fighting bad guys with his kids at night to protect the innocent*

Peter Parker: evil evil this guy is some kind of mafia boss or something he's absolutely bad I bet he's gonna threaten me just like the real guy this man is a monster

Peter Parker: *with his eyes narrowed* What are your thoughts on vultures, Mr. Wayne?

Bruce Wayne: ???

[paintedimagery]

I like to think they'd be besties

[zedreh]

Ok, just one more post of my cross-company otp, Tim Drake and Jubilee. But just one more, I mean it, just one. This is my last post on these two... for a while. Just long enough that this doesn't become a blog about these two.

Also, just for fun, here's when Remy and Logan stole the Batmobile

[feelingthedisaster]

what was more relevant? the renaissance or "dark matter" by mysterycyclone?

[wyxan]

Art for Marshmallow Crime Lords by @noxnthea and @there-must-be-a-lock

The most delightful series, makes me grin like mad through every re-read!

Created for the Crossover Fanworks Celebration

Link to AO3

[the-broken-truth]

Tribute OC Art: Terrence Lawrence JR.

Broken: An incredible writer named @toast-on-dandelioms made an interested storyline about Bruce Wayne's Son who was neglected by the Bat Family after the death of his mother resulted in him being sent to his father's side of the family. This Son would then gave the powers of a certain marvel superhero after a spider bite during a trip. Here is my trubite to that amazing story.

Broken: Here is the Tribute Art: Behind The Mask. @toast-on-dandelioms, what do you think? For full images of each photo and a crafted profile, please, look down there. 👇

Terrence Lawrence JR.: Bruce's Unloved Son.

Spider: Terrence's Vigilante Persona/The Bat Family's Obsession

Profile for Terrence Lawrence/Spider

[writing-nothing-but-spilled-ink]

To the people calling x men woke ummm sorry to break this to you but umm the x men have always been woke and not only are the x men woke but so isn't captain America because he fights fucking red skull witch is a fucking Nazi and he fights for freedom, dark horse comics Hellboy hes woke because he 1. Doesn't stand for social injustices and 2. Fights Nazis on sight literally on sight the second he sees a Nazi symbol he's brawling,.. literally all your favorite superheroes and villains are woke in some way at one point the Fucking joker beats the shit out of red skull because he finds out he's a Nazi and jokers explanation is a long the lines of nobody likes Nazis and he's canonically bisexual, cross dressing has been in comics for fucking decades to so people being so uncomfortable because Gambit is in a fucking crop top or because what you presume to be a male is in what you think is feminine clothing is actually insane and incredibly stupid...if y'all wanna be mad about gambit where's that energy for when joker crossdresses or for that matter when any male character crossdresses... They're are so many examples of superheroes, anti heroes, and villains alike being woke like come on now be fucking for real..

I have no idea what comic this panel is from I'll try to find out and add it to the post

In case y'all don't believe me about joker heres a panel taken from one of the Batman comics

NOTE: I'LL ADD IN WHAT COMICS BOTH THESE PANELS ARE FROM AS SOON AS I FIND OUT

[juridical-angel-blog]

Special Imagine ''Crisis on Infinite Earths'' Dc & Marvel Comics!

[mileschoosesdeath]

Hi y'all! This is my resurrected Jason Todd AU in which he gets powers ala Scarlet Witch thanks to the Lazarus Pit. A sort of fun little AU I wanted to write of Jason having powers and becoming Red Hood with said powers! I hope you enjoy it and please hit up my inbox with questions, comments or concerns! Additionally, please feel free to add kudos, comments or bookmark the fic itself on AO3!

[dc-marvel-crossovers]

DC/Marvel parallels + Ao3 tags

[ynscrazylife]

THE BAT IN THE SHADOWS 🦇🕸️ — CHAPTER THREE

Summary: Bruce Wayne is the happiest he’s ever been in a while. He has a beautiful wife, amazing children, and is stopping crime left and right as Batman. All that shatters when you, his wife, mysteriously disappears.

Pairings: Bruce Wayne x Wife!Reader, Batfamily x Batman!Reader, Avengers x Reader (Platonic)

Series Masterlist

It takes quite a lot to confuse Batman. Yet here he stood, reduced to speechlessness, as he stared at the odd group in front of him. The woman called herself Black Widow, said she was looking for his wife. Bruce thought he would’ve remembered if you mentioned anyone like this before.

“Then you’ve come to the right place. I’m also looking for her. How do you know Y/N?” Bruce asked, crossing his arms. They didn’t seem to be . . . Evil, but he had no clue who the hell they were or what you had to do with it and that was very annoying.

Black Widow glanced at her friends and another one of them, a man in bulky, flashy red armor, stepped up. “We used to be on a team together. Years ago. Until a mission went wrong and . . . She disappeared. I guess she landed here,” he said.

This did not help at all. In fact, it only made Bruce more confused. He was positive that you never mentioned working on a team before. “How long ago is ‘years ago’?” He asked next.

“About five now,” Black Widow answered.

Bruce felt like he was being slapped in the face. He had met you five years ago, when you were a rookie officer. You and he dated for two years, then married, and you were so skilled that you made detective within four years. Could this really be true?

“How can I trust you?” Bruce asked.

The group all looked at each other, seemingly coming to this conclusion that this masked man had a connection to you. Then, the archer pulled a paper out of his pocket and unfolded it, passing it to Bruce. He stared down at it, shocked to find that it was a photo. It was all these people, at some party, and . . . You. You were definitely younger, but it was clearly you, smiling and holding a drink.

Willing his hands not to shake, Bruce looked up at them. “I have a lot of questions,” he said bluntly.

“So do we,” the armored man said. “What do you mean that you’re also looking for her? Isn’t she here?”

Bruce took a deep breath, thankful that the mask covered his face, otherwise they’d see the tears pooling in his eyes. “She was abducted a few days ago,” he replied, forcing his voice to be steady.

“That explains the weird signal I detected,” another man said. He had a beard, a cape and looked like some sort of wizard.

Yeah, Bruce had a shit ton of questions.

//

It took some time for parties, the Avengers and Bruce, to get to really talking. They both had to give up information they’d rather not to learn more about the person they all cared about. The Avengers explained that you used to be on their team, until you went missing on a mission like they mentioned earlier. They said they scoured the world for you, until consulting with the wizard guy over here (who called himself Doctor Strange, Bruce didn’t comment on the weird name).

Doctor Strange said that he detected a signal not long after you had disappeared and, with his magic, found out what it meant: you were off-world. In a whole other universe. They’d been scouring the multiverse (which Bruce almost needed to sit down for a second after hearing), until finding a similar signal a few days ago which led them here.

So that meant . . . Both signals gave your last known location, told them that you had been taken. The first one was from the universe that the Avengers were from and the second was from this one, the one where Bruce made a life with you.

He was still utterly perplexed and didn’t completely trust them, but that picture . . . The timeline . . . It was tugging at something inside him. Bruce admitted that he had known you for these past five years, though he didn’t outright admit that you two were married. He was going to hold that fact close for as long as possible.

Finally, the Avengers led Bruce back to the point of origin, where they arrived in the forest. The masked man turned it all upside down, sadly not finding anything that could help.

But . . . He did have something they could help with.

“I don’t really want to do this,” he admitted, turning back around to face them. “But this is my only choice. My only clue to find Y/N. If I find that you’re messing with me . . .”

“We’re not,” a man, about Bruce’s height, looking like the American flag, said sternly.

Bruce sighed, forcing his shoulders to drop. “I have some footage to show you,” he said, really hoping that he wasn’t going for regret this.

//

As soon as the Avengers saw the footage of the store from earlier, Black Widow went pale.

“No, no, no . . . This . . . They’re inactive. This is impossible,” she said, gritting her teeth. Hawkeye placed a comforting hand on her shoulder as all eyes turned to her.

“What?” Bruce asked, his tone sharp and unforgiving.

“Play it again,” she snapped, leaning in close to the computer.

Bruce glared, but complied, restarting the video.

She took in a sharp breath, crossing her arms. “These people . . . Their uniforms, their behavior. It has the Red Room written all over them,” she said, as it dawned on the Avengers how serious this was.

“The Red Room? What the hell is that?” Bruce asked, his patience wearing thin.

[geekhead79]

what are you looking at?!

[beesandhoney1219]

Marvel and DC crossover would end up with a huge happy party once everyone calms down

Thor and Shazam talk about their powers

Superman and Captain America are like two sides of the same coin

Wonder Woman immediately challenging Black Widow to an arm wrestling contest

But Batman and his family are just on edge all the time and giving death glares and Damian threatened to stab Tony more than once with his katana

They only get along with Peter

[zedreh]

Eh, you know what? Here's more of Tim Drake and Jubilee.

For anyone unfamiliar with this, it comes from the DC Versus Marvel and DC/Marvel All Access cross-overs from the 90s.