#deathstroke/reader

[gilverrwrites]

idk if this is too weird or dark but I’ve been thinking about Arkham Knight Jason and Slade ruining Jason’s replacement by brainwashing her or feeding her Ivy’s aphrodisiacs, so every time one of them walks in the room, you’re ready to please them. You learn to automatically open your legs or get on your knees when you hear heavy boots approaching wherever Jason’s keeping you. Jason films a lot of it too, like when Slade will find a spot on the floor and you’ll immediately move to straddle him, grinding a little as you lean down to suck the old man’s tongue.

Related posts: one, two, three, and four.

WARNING: NON-CON/DUB-CON, brainwashing, corruption, degradation, spit. Just, these two should come with one of those toxic waste symbols on their heads.

Oooohhhhhhhhh, Ivy’s aphrodisiacs but not telling/gaslighting you into believing it's all on you, you just want them so fucking bad. You're lucky to have them to take care of you. Your body isn't betraying you, it just knows better. It's your base instincts telling you you're not meant for heroism, you're meant for fucking these nasty, dirty men.

That's why you feel so flushed whenever they're in the same room as you, that's why you can't help opening your legs and bucking your hips when they look your way, that's why just the graze of their gloved fingers on your cheek makes you cry in frustration, makes you beg for more.

"You should be so fucking grateful, letting you ride our dicks." Jason likes to taunt, with his face buried in your bouncing tits, finger in the flesh of your hips. "Where would you be without us? Still at Batman's beck and call. Waste of a perfectly good slut."

There was a time when you would kick and scream whenever you were even left alone with Slade. He used to tease you, threatening to bind and gag you, knowing full well he much preferred the thrill of the fight, preferred taming you the hard way. Now, now he just whistles and you're at his feet like a good little bitch in heat.

"I don't think a minute goes by where you‘re not thinking about this cock being inside you. Is that right?" He'll coo as he holds you steady, cock pulsing in the back of your throat, making sure you choke on him until tears are streaming down your pretty face. When he finally lets you go, you know to say 'Yes, sir." If you want him to keep using you.

Also, anon, I gotta say, the image of Jason filming while you grind in Slade, sucking his tongue, fingering his silver chest hair, just being a good girl for that filthy old man is sending me and has been since I read this like WHAT.

Jason jacking off to the whole display, spitting the vilest shit while you grind a stain into Slade's pant leg with your disgustingly wet pussy. “You like that, you needy whore? Old mans barely even touched you and you're creaming all over him.

Feels good, right? Letting your body do what it wants, take what it needs?

Oh just you wait ‘til I get my hands on you baby, you're not gonna know a word that isn't ‘fuck’ and ‘please’ by the time I'm done.”

Slade doesn't even care when Jason calls him an ‘old man’, not when you're sitting pretty, drooling on his fingers and begging for a good fuck.

"You look so good getting fucked like that, pretty girl." "She feels fucking good, you like that don't ya?" "Yeah! Yeahyeahyeah yeah, please don't stop." "Oh, don't worry, you nasty slut, I'm not stopping anytime soon." "Now smile for the camera bat-brat, this is going out to all of Gotham. Say 'Hi Batman!' Ha, blow him a big kiss baby."

And you're so fucking out of it from the pheromones or just, the euphoria of being bent and twisted and praised and degraded and railed just right, or whatever reason, that you do exactly that; With Jason's fist in your hair, his spit on your face, a smile on your lips. You flutter your lashes, waving limply into the lens as you say 'H-hi Batman! MuWAH!'

Shit, what if when they're not around they have all the footage Jason took playing on a loop wherever they're holding you. Intermitted with clip/photos of you pre-capture To remind you of how far you've fallen.

[mikyapixie]

BROOO!!! 🤣🤣🤣

[nxtaliaistyping]

hi!!! could I ask for more Slade p links? He's so underrated, I'm sure he'd be so mean during it tho :sob:

Batrogues | p links part four

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nsfw 18+, part one here, part two here, part three here

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Slade Wilson/Deathstroke:

worship him so he can ruin you

Very much into placing bets (and he always wins)

Makes you dress for his entertainment

Also loves when you show off for the camera he makes you fuck in front of in one of the outfits he buys

You need to be able to take him all the way baby

Harvey Dent/Two-Face:

Loves feeling wanted and desirable, so when you get on your knees and do this, his brain shuts off

He can’t say no to you when you wear socks like that

When he comes home and sees you in the kitchen, he can’t help himself

Let him teach you a lesson, each flip of the coin decides what he does with you next

Loves when you bury your head in the sheets, gives him an ego boost

Edward Nygma/The Riddler:

You really pissed him off by interrupting his work, so this was a fitting punishment for a whore like you

Your throat training

Stockings and lingerie will always be his weakness, he’ll fuck you like this while making you say how much you love dressing up for the smartest man in Gotham <3

Has a small thing for doing it in semi public places, likes the knowledge that if anyone saw, they’d see what a pretty girl the riddler has all to himself

Claims he eats you out so it’s easy to fuck you…but we all know he loves it

Jonathan Crane/The Scarecrow:

This position + you with a little of his fear toxin in your system

Also this while he’s got you under the influence of his toxin

Pretty into pet play, so loves it when you send videos to him like this (even if it means he’ll punish you when he gets home)

He’s a meanie fr

Loves to keep you leashed

Threesome/Random assortment:

Black Mask wants to demonstrate how obedient you are, so he commands you lick Deathstroke’s little pet while she’s fucked

You know how Catwoman and The Riddler have a thing in some comics? Yeah well picture that…but then they both take you home

Edward and Jonathan share you, and Edward has to record it for…um…no reason in particular

Black Mask needed to make a deal with Harvey, and you were his final bargaining chip. After explaining to him what a filthy mouth you have, Harvey couldnt help but be curious

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[l0s3rd0wnt0wn]

"FIGHT FOR YOU"

Deathstroke Reader used to be a Robin within the Bat family until they did something that kind of revoked them from the mantle of Robin. But that's enough of that; I'll get into it in the series that I'm making. Deathstroke reader is mainly known for their brutality when it comes to the mercenary business--so calm, so collected, yet every fight ends up a bloody one. Deathstroke reader isn't new to neglect; they were neglected by their mother during childhood, making them isolated and fearful of physical affection in all forms. They were neglected in the Batfam when Bruce gained custody of them, but after that incident, that's where the neglect began. They don’t see Bruce as a father figure anymore, causing them to fall into the arms of the deadly mercenary himself, Deathstroke. He's basically your old man, teaching you everything he knows. The two of you bond in a way that isn’t father and child but more like soldier and captain on the field. At home, it’s a different story. He'll break down his walls, and so will you; you guys connect on a spiritual level. The connection is so deep that fists can be used instead of words. He does get rough when it comes to training, but you know he doesn't mean it. When you're down, he's always there to pick you back up again, bandage your wounds, and tell you where you messed up. He teaches you, and you teach him. You can never see this relationship working with Bruce; your own father sees you like a monster and won't even look at you. But Slade knows who you truly are--just a kid at heart wanting to do the right thing, wanting to have someone to be proud of them. So when you take a hit shooting a mafia boss's head, clean off from a top of a balcony, in a sick and twisted way, makes him proud of you, and it fulfills you. That crimson blood on your hands isn’t a sin; it's a part of you. You do end up in Arkham, and Batfam likes to visit you now and then. You try to get yourself solitary confinement every time they come around, but it's useless; the nurses will put you in that damn straightjacket and roll you into the meeting room. Now they have thick glass separating you from your newest visitor, not because they are going to hurt you, but because you might hurt them. Your hands are bound together, but your head can do just as much damage as a punch. You're mostly calm around Alfred; you have a small vendetta against the old butler, not as much as you have against the rest of them. Once you break out of this damn hellhole, it’s back to work. But Big Brother Dick comes first to pick you up; he’s first to take his "baby bird" back home. Oh, you want him dead

[witherby]

What would happen if the littlest Wayne accidentally started working as a personal assistant to a villain? Like they were looking for jobs and didn’t look into the employers (might be dumb ask idk)

It's not a dumb question at all! I think this is completely plausible.

Flittermouse had no intentions of becoming a vigilante, therefore they don't possess as much knowledge about Gotham's underbelly as the rest of their family. It makes total sense for certain major pieces of information to fall through the cracks.

Such as becoming the personal assistant to one Slade Wilson without realizing he's a major antagonist to the Batman. Whatever secret front he's got going on seems legitimate enough that you just shrug, apply for the experience, and report for duty.

It takes Deathstroke all of 5 minutes to realize you know nothing about him, and about 30 minutes more to realize he can't get anything confidential out of you to exploit against the bats. Unfortunately, you're Just Some fuckin Intern he put on his illegitimate payroll for no reason.

Fortunately, you are very competent. So he squirrels you off to do some busywork and keeps his distance from you, lest your dad and brothers decide to throw away their no-killing code and paint the city with his blood.

It isn't until you've been working for him for a few weeks that Tim asks how the internship is going, and you cheerfully tell him that making copies and going on coffee runs for mister Wilson is going great!

Dick chokes on his food and has to give himself the heimlich. Damian's drinking glass shatters in his hand. Jason shouts "WHAT!?" at the top of his lungs and goes to get his guns. Tim looks at you like he's waiting desperately for the punchline, and like he might cry if there isn't one. Bruce gently sets his cutlery down and holds his face in his hands. Alfred clears his throat and starts to clean up the mess.

After dinner, you have to sit through a PowerPoint presentation about everyone in their Rogues Gallery and their secret identities.

You pout. Mister Wilson paid you so much money to copy his fake financial reports and get his ancient Kureg to work long enough to spit out a cup of coffee! Now you have to find a real job!!

[thewritingfairy]

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Slade Wilson is petty

trigger warnings: doubt, alludes to one of the poll options in chapter 17 talks about death, anger, plans of murder Drabble! main m.list       series m.list       bad ending m.list

You always prided yourself on your morality and values. You always thought you wouldn’t be as bad as your family. That you wouldn’t turn into the monster they seemed so desperate to make you. Yet here you are, standing in front of a killer with no remorse. Standing in front of man with an unhealthy obsession with your elder brother. Slade Wilson

But you aren’t standing in front of him to take him in. No, you are talking to inquire about his services. “If I was to hire you, how much to take out Alfred Pennyworth Bruce, Dick and Jason Wayne?”

Slade just smiles at you, a smile so twisted that you do not know where to look. If you should narrow your eyes and attempt to look intimidating. But you can’t, not when his eyes are so soft yet sharp at the same times. “You wish to kill your eldest family members but not the youngest or the girls?” He asks, there was no air of distaste. No air of condescension.

“Only they have a chance to gain my custody,” you admit, you know he won’t show and tell. That could damage his reputation and you have the Penguin on your side, something that will protect you in the long run. “how much would you ask for that?”

“For that?” he laughs, throwing his head back just ever so lightly. And for a second you think you see your mother whenever she thought about Bruce, his gaze full of anger and disappointment like hers did. “Nothing, except the price of the equipment I’ll have to use.”

"Now that's a deal."

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[i-yap]

Slade Wilson X batsis!reader

sorry this was a long gap, i had class registrations which was like hunger games( I got the exact classes I wanted !!)

Daddy vibes? yes. I mean slade is older than bruce?? Im assuming you are like twin age of jason ...so he is much much older to you.

The only two ways that I can think where the batfamily or you don't assume its all a trick, a strategy of some sort is if - 1. he met you undercover and had no idea who you were, 2. genuinely gave up his life for you

I also love the idea of slade getting close to you for the sake of your batfam and to get info/leverage but ends up falling in love . Then spends forever to convince the rest that he genuinely loves you.

there are so many problems that the batfam brings up- 1. he is a villain, 2. he is double you age at least, 3. this could be an elaborate plan, 4. he is incapable of love for all his past crimes.

But in the soft moments when he pulls you to the inside of the sidewalk, holds you hair when your washing your face, offers you his choice when u don't like what u picked up to drink/eat, kisses your ring finger as if just the mere thought of marrying you could heal his recent stab wound.

Its when u wake up to see him already looking at you or when he strokes small patters on you back and when you ask him what he is thinking he says something so deep, so romantic, so vulnerable and genuine- yea you trust him

his love language is acts of service. He lowkey sucks at the rest but when I mean service, I mean everything. ties you shoelaces, learns to cook your favorite meal, burns cities in the shape of I love you on the world map...everything.

[allzelemonz]

Breaking Point: Slade Wilson X Male Reader

Pronouns: None Mentioned Physical Sex: AMAB Rating: E/Smut Warnings: dubious consent, mentor/protege, Reader is referred to as younger, sparing, violence, groping, clothed older man and naked younger man, power imbalance, anal fingering, anal sex, rough sex, sex toys, prostate massager, somnophilia, fucked so hard you pass out, forehead kisses, cuddling Summary: Showing weakness during training has consequences.

The floor is cold against your back when you hit it. Not even a second passes before a heavy boot presses hard into your chest, pinning you down and agitating the bruise already there. You grab at it uselessly and it just presses down harder.

“How many times are you gonna fall, kid?”

You look up at Slade, finding his good eye glaring down at you in disappointment. “I just—“

”You suck.” He digs his heel down against your bruised skin. “I didn’t take you in to make you a failure.”

You try hard not to show weakness, or make any noises of pain. “It’s been hours, Master.”

Slade moves his foot off. There’s a fleeting moment where you think he’s listening, but it’s squashed when the steel toe of his boot connects with your side. A noise escapes your throat before you can stop it and you curl in on yourself by instinct. But Slade grabs your shoulders, shoving you onto your stomach and digging his knee into your back.

“If you think you can be this pathetic and do your job then you’re dumber than I thought.” He yanks your arms back, tying them together with his belt. “You need a lesson in stamina, kid. You think Nightwing gets tired? Batman? Green Arrow? No. They don’t.”

You don’t resist him. Doing so would be a good way to earn yourself more pain, so you lay there waiting for whatever lesson he has.

“Since you’re so damn tired of sparring, we’ll try something else.” Slade mutters. “More than one way to make you last, kid.”

His hands on your hips aren’t overly alarming, neither is the tugging down of your pants. Slade’s done a lot to train you, he’s seen every inch of you at this point. You only feel the panic set in when his hand actually squeezes your bare ass, his thumb running along the split of cheeks.

“Slade?” Your voice shakes and you want to hit yourself for it.

“Quiet.” He snaps. “Be a good runt and learn something.”

His thumb presses inside, dry and burning. You bite your lip, trying not to make a sound because showing weakness is only going to make everything worse. He rubs softly around the rim, pressing in on occasion as if he’s assessing. Your tense muscles relax when he pulls away and you let yourself breathe, still aware of him kneeling behind you. You try not to shake as your head swims with questions and explanations. Slade’s never touched you like this. He’s manhandled you, beaten you, starved you, all in the name of training. But this is a new line he’s crossing.

His hand settles on your hip and his knee nudges your legs apart. You squeeze your eyes shut, pressing your forehead to the cool floor as you try to prepare your mind for what’s happening. His fingers rub against your rim, now cold and slick. He presses inside, one finger rubbing around and moving slowly. Then two, scissoring and stretching. Then three, thrusting and curling. You bite your lip through it all, not daring to make a sound.

“You’re doing good, kid.” Slade mutters, taking his fingers out. “This is about your stamina and not whining, so keep it up.”

“Okay…” You breathe out, trying not to think about the feeling of pleasure shooting through you and the hardness laying against your stomach.

You feel him press against you, tip resting on your rim. His hand grips your hip tightly, thumb rubbing your skin almost in a soothing way. “No weakness, kid.”

Then he presses in all at once. You grit your teeth, arching your back as you press your head into the ground and try to handle the feeling of your mentor inside of you. He feels massive, splitting you open like it’s nothing and making needles of pain shoot through you. But when he moves it starts to feel good again, pleasurable dragging making your legs shake around him and thrusts hitting deep and making you have to bite your lip again to not moan his name.

“Shit, you’re tight, kid.” He mutters, hips slapping into you at a steady pace now.

You have to bring your hand up to your mouth to bite down on it because he’s just so much. Slade knew the belt would never last as a restraint anyway, you know he’s not so doubtful of your skills to think you can’t escape something so simple. The pleasure of him filling you over and over, his hips slapping into yours with such lewd sounds, the way his hands grip at your hips like he’s done with your arm with the pressure makes you drop your sword, everything drives you crazy. It’s like he was made to fuck into you, every slide filling perfectly and hitting deep inside in a way that makes shivers shoot up your spine. He tugs your hips back, propping you up to quicken his thrusts, and you have to bite hard into your hand not to make a sound at the feeling.

“You last as long as you can.” Slade orders. “This is still a lesson.”

You manage a weak nod, not trusting your voice.

He chuckles, leaning over you to blow on your ear. “Such a mess, aren’t you, kid? Can’t even talk with me inside you.”

You squeeze your eyes shut, nearly screaming against your hand in frustration. It doesn’t help your efforts when Slade moves his hand under you to stroke your dick with his bruising pace. His hand feels like fire and ice all at once, tugging unforgivingly with only precum as an aide. You finally fall apart, unable to stop it as it hits you like a truck. Your legs tremble, arms giving out as you fall forward. Slade doesn’t stop, only chuckling as you release over his hand and onto the floor. With every thrust in now, a whine escapes your throat from oversensitivity. You can barely feel your arms enough to try and muffle yourself.

Slade made you cum harder than you ever have in your life.

And he doesn’t stop.

His hand winds into your hair, gripping tight and pressing your cheek down against the floor as he continues to hammer away at you. After training and being so deeply used, your body’s exhaustion begins to take over. Your eyes flutter closed, growing used to the rhythm of Slade slamming into you as it essentially rocks you to sleep.

When your mind finds itself again, the first thing you sense is the warmth of pleasure. Your eyes blink open slowly, vision bleary as you take in your surroundings. You’re in a bed, not yours, but what you can guess it’s Slade’s. The covers are pulled over you as you lay on your side, a warm, soft feeling against your back and steady arms wrapped around you. But, most obvious, is the vibration digging against your prostate.

“Awake, kid?” He asks, tightening his arms around your waist.

“Yeah…” You croak, voice broken and scratchy.

“Understand the lesson?”

You have to clench your legs from the needles of pleasure as he presses the massager flush against your prostate. It squelches as it’s moved and you can only guess it’s pushing out Slade’s spend as it moves deeper into you.

“You’re not allowed to give up, kid.” He whispers in your ear. “I don’t care if we’ve been training for hours, days, weeks, you don’t get to stop. You pass out, you get used.” His hand reaches down, roughly grabbing your balls and you can’t tell the difference between pleasure and pain anymore as you grit your teeth. “So you stay the hell awake, you train your ass off, and you behave like a protege worth my time.”

“Yes, sir.” You manage through gasps.

He releases you, moving his hand to hold your hip as he slides the massager out. “I’ll admit, you did good.” He mutters as if he doesn’t want to say it. “You came maybe fourteen times, I’d be surprised if your balls got anything left, kid.”

The weakness in your body makes much more sense now, the ache in your ass and the prickling at your balls. “How… how many did you—”

“You wore me out after five, kid.” Slade chuckles, standing and stretching. “But I’m not as young, I have higher expectations for you.”

He tugs the covers up to your shoulders, his hand brushing your hair back in strokes. When you look up at him you see something soft about his eye. He leans down and you close your eyes as he presses his lips to your forehead. It’s warm and soft unlike everything else, like when he patches your wounds after training.

But, then again, this is part of training now.

[bruhseidon]

[Dinner at the Wilson’s]

Tim: Y/N? Well? Do you wanna tell Slade about what happened at school today?

Y/N: Um… o-oh, I flunked my math quiz.

Tim: No, the other thing!

Slade: What other thing? What happened at school today?

Y/N: Oh, the school shooting?

Tim: Yes, the school shooting!

Y/N: Oh, yeah, some kid shot up the school.

Slade: Who shot up the scho—was it you?

Y/N: No.

Slade: Did you get shot?

Y/N: No.

Slade: Oh. Well, what’s this about failing a math quiz?

[owlwithanapple]

Eternal Engagement

Chapter 05

The flame was ignited

How much time has passed...?

It's so quiet, so dark, you can't see your hand in front of you, the chemical gas keeps invading your body, it makes you unable to move. So afraid of this abyss, Talia's words are hovering in your heart. Engagement, family, comfort and superpowers. You can't tell which side is the real side, you only know that Talia's words make your fragile heart suffer inexplicably.

A snapping sound suddenly appears as if calling you, a small flame suddenly sparks and ignites. You stand there looking at the small flame in the dark, you walk towards it. It is like a piece of land on you, the small flame snaps, trying to remind you of something.

Fear is a mind killer. Fear is a small death that brings destruction. You have to face fear and let it out of your body. It is clearly a flame, but you are attracted by it and reach out your hand to be burned. After, you are very scared keep slapping the fire on your body to extinguish everything. You keep screaming in pain.

But the flames never give up, as if they will burn you to ashes. You keep rolling on the ground but it continues to burn. You can't break free from Talia's vicious shackles, the flames in your heart can't be extinguished. You think you are no longer strong enough to support your life. You are so scared.

"Give Y/N back to me!"

Such a familiar voice, it seems to be Damian.

"What nonsense are you saying to her! I won't let you touch her with your dirty hands!"

Damian...Damian...Damian...

"She is my wife! The world doesn't need my evil seed! She doesn't need to bear children for me! I won't let you hurt my wife in that vulgar way!"

Damian...he is so fierce...seems to be more terrifying than usual...he calls you wife

Strange? Why do you suddenly think of Damian? Why do you hear Damian's voice? Why do you hear him arguing with others so fiercely? Wait, why can you hear it so clearly in this closed space?

Suddenly, there was a sound of a door being kicked open, a heavy sound of thick boots. A rough move woke you up from your dream, someone pulled your hair to wake you up from the dark dream to reality. You screamed in pain as if begging him, but the man didn't even think of letting go of your hair.

"Superman's daughter huh? I didn't expect that she would need to hire me to look after her." He threw you to the ground roughly. You had no strength to refute him. Excessive absorption of chemical gases caused your physical activity to decline a lot.

You slightly opened eyes and carefully observed who was treating you like this. He was fully armed like a mercenary, with several swords hanging on his back. You coughed a few times, the gas blocked in your throat was barely discharged through the respiratory system. This person is one of Batman's enemies, Deathstroke. "What... do you want?"

There are only you and him in this dim place, the other masked people have rushed to other places. The sound of boots echoed with his footsteps. He pulled out a gun pointed it hard at your forehead and pushed you. His dangerous tone seemed to remind you that "Batman and Robin are here, lucky little princess."

"Batman and Robin?!" You used all your strength to get up from the ground, but the gas was still emitting polluted air from the vents, the sedative ingredients in it made you unable to move freely, still fell to the ground.

"Weak chicken, Talia told me to be careful of you, you would explode like a wild bull, but in my eyes you are just an ordinary girl." His gun slashed from your forehead to your throat and then pressed against your chest again to protest against you.

You clenched teeth and looked dazed, insisting on your stubbornness. You were afraid that would faint again and never wake up again, suddenly heard a fierce quarrel again, it was Damian and Talia's similar vicious language, you focused on that voice heard "Give my wife back to me now! She is not the property here! I won't let you hurt and torture her!"

"Damian, you are as fragile as your father! If you two stand on our side, we can definitely lead the League to the peak moment hand in hand!" Talia lost control of her emotions cursed at Damian, but with a hint of melancholy, even heard the sound of two swords clashing.

"I don't want to talk about your ambitious conspiracy now! I just want my wife to come back to me! Hand her over, or don't blame me for destroying you mercilessly!"

Damian is here... He is really here... He is looking for you...

Talia fight her own son Damian, which caused a huge controversy. With a rapid breathing rhythm, the two swords quickly launched a fierce attack on each other. The echo of the swords can be heard in the defense. The fierce battle is like two poisonous snakes fighting. Time is passing every minute and every second, and the battle between the two has not ended yet.

You listen to every detail of Damian's words. Why is he so obsessed with you this time? You really hate him so much. Why does he always make you like and hate him? He always wears the engagement ring on his hand to show that he values ​​this engagement very much. Occasionally, he touches your head to make you happy, occasionally encourages you when you are on the verge of self-doubt.

You stood up exhausted from the ground, unstable steps made you unable to stand firmly. Mommy and daddy's faces suddenly appeared in your mind, their tone was very serious, "Listen, little princess, you are not as strong as Jon and Kon. But as the daughter of Superman, giving up is not taught by family rules, you must never succumb to difficulties."

Snap, as if a lighter lit a fire, as if something began to change. During the time you were asleep, the unextinguishable flames had already burned every cell and blood in your body. Your vision is no longer blurred, the chemical gas inhaled into your body seems to have no effect on you. Your body gradually develops an immune response to the gas.

Deathstroke big hand ruthlessly strangled your neck, pulling you in front of his mask to bluff, sang words to attack you in your ear at a very close distance, "What if you get up? You little weakling, blame your family's genetic mutation for making you so cowardly."

You don't seem to feel any pressure from his sarcasm, maybe you are used to this behavior. The snapping sound just now is like a sound of a beating to remind you, the moment you wake up, suddenly feel that your vision is much wider, all the emotions mixed with fear are out of your heart. For some reason, your face has an expression like Superman and Superboy.

"It's really painless, didn't you eat? Deathstroke~" You are mocking him and taunted him, taunting this dangerous man, not afraid of his strength at all, but enjoying belittling him.

"Hahahaha! Little weakling, I really want to strangle you to death." Deathstroke's hand began to tighten your neck, as if his fingers were going to penetrate deep into your skin.

You raised your right hand that had just been freed from the chains, the chains were still wrapped around your arm, but you tore it in half. You proudly bluffed outside, seemingly trying to attract hatred, "If you have the guts, do it! You son of a bitch!"

Rise up... Little flame...

"You're so fucking stupid. It seems that Superman can only cry pitifully while holding the photo of his baby daughter. Hahaha!" His laughter echoed and suddenly disappeared.

The next moment, his laughter disappeared with a beep. There was a quiet and peaceful moment, but a loud bang shook the whole place. A darkness appeared in front of him, covering his vision. A strong wind as sharp as a blade came. League of Assassins thumped like a minor earthquake. The rubble was shattered by a fierce strong force, the small flame ignited the power of the strength.

Meanwhile, Damian as Robin was fighting fiercely with Talia, the mother and son were equally matched in drawing swords against each other. His sword was as tough as flowing water, and responded to every attack of Talia with fortitude. Batman used his gadgets to cover Robin, severely injured other enemies who were trying to get involved.

"Talia, let Y/N go! Imprisoning and manipulating her just for the League is ridiculous, you are destroying her!" Bruce knew very well that the person in front of him was the woman he had loved and the biological mother of his son. But his best friend Superman trusted him, he entrusted him with the important task of rescuing you.

"It's all because of you! You took my son away! If Damian hadn't chosen to become Robin today! I wouldn't have to do this!" Talia did not hesitate to turn the fierce sword from Robin to Batman, wanted to pierce his heart and kill him.

"No! Mother!" Robin screamed, quickly ran towards Batman, seeing that his mother's evil deeds were getting stronger and stronger, even his and Batman's calls could not call her back. Mixed with complex emotions, on the one hand, he must take back his imprisoned fiancée, and the other hand, his mother's evil deeds are unforgivable.

When Batman took out Batarang was about to fight back, his original strategy was disrupted by a sudden accident. In just a few seconds, he escaped danger, but the price was his son's life. Robin, who took the damage for Batman, was pierced by Talia's sharp sword on his left shoulder. The blood on his left shoulder was dripping. Robin squeezed his left shoulder screamed one after another.

"Hi——yahhhhhhhhh——"

A long shout sounded, interrupting the confrontation between the three of them. Your power super strength awakened, and Deathstroke's helmet hit by you with a heavy punch, causing it to break, but you did not stop but punched a big hole in the uneven wall, forced Deathstroke fiercely to the wall in the distance. The whole ground was slightly shaken by the impact of your power.

"Y/N!" Robin's first reaction not heal himself, but with a hint of shock from your power, he stared at you standing on the big hole, looking at them.

"How is it possible! Isn't it to increase the emission of chemical gases?!" Talia threw the sharp sword in her hand in your direction in anger.

"Talia! She is now a body of steel--!" Deathstroke shouted a warning but was still a step too late, because when he fought with you in the place where you were imprisoned, the bullets could not penetrate your body at all.

You are calmer than ever, vision is wide, can see every dust particle clearly, including the sword flying towards you. You split the sword in half with your bare hands at lightning speed, you crack your knuckles warm up for the battle, as if you are declaring war on Talia and Deathstroke. Your black hair and body float in the air and land in front of them.

You are different from daddy and your brothers. Superman and Superboy are positive energy gentle voices that move people. And you, roaring like thunder, ordered them to "Stop it right now! Otherwise I will turn this place into ruins without hesitation! Even if you are Damian's mother or some fucking thing!"

Suddenly, a heat vision appeared from above, sweeping across Talia and Deathstroke's front, drawing a line of heat that separated you from them. It was the lifesaver you just called for. Superboy, wearing a cool jacket and sunglasses, floated in the air and now landed next to you. Conner Kent appeared, "Aho, little princess! If you want to mess things up, I don't mind helping!"

Superboy and you, Robin and Batman, Talia and Deathstroke. The inconsistency of their positions is in sharp contrast, the atmosphere is very heated, the sense of oppression is very strong, just like six lions standing together to bite each other's necks. The sound of a drop of blood dripping came to your ear to attract your attention, Damian covered his left shoulder tightly to suppress the wound pierced by the sword.

"You fucking bitch—!" You rushed towards Talia furiously, you stepped forward with your super strength that made the ground shaking and releasing your fists. Deathstroke realized it and immediately pulled Talia back quickly.

Batman noticed your impulsiveness, immediately intervened in front of you to prevent from making a mistake, because he knew how powerful Superman was. You swung your powerful fist to the right, transferring the impact force to another object and destroying it. Batman's expression was solemn. Damian's injury was caused by Talia and Talia's behavior of imprisoning you.

"Mother, I will regard this knife as a gift for your blessing on my marriage." Damian told Talia coldly and ruthlessly, slowly stood up and walked to your side, with a very self-blaming expression on his face, looking very uncomfortable. He intertwined his fingers and held your hand tightly, pulling you away, leaving this devilish place.

Conner noticed and followed immediately. Batman watched until the three of you disappeared and the surroundings fell into a solemn silence. He breathed a sigh of relief, glad that you didn't hit Talia head-on with your extraordinary power, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous, but he was more worried that it would plant the seeds of shadow in your heart.

The sound of high heels clicking as she walked towards Batman's back. Talia wrapped her arms around his waist and hugged him. Her expression and tone were like a weak heartbroken woman. She whispered, "The moment he drew his knife and pointed it at me, it was enough to prove that he loved her very much. They won't forgive me, right?"

"Talia, you hurt her and Damian. I won't persuade him to forgive you. If you still want to achieve your goal, I advise you to withdraw from their lives." Batman moved her hand away and turned to face her.

Talia felt Batman's eyes on her, saw that he was very disappointed. He knew that Talia was as vicious and arrogant as a scorpion, Damian's birth was also her goal. He stroked Talia's cheek and didn't know how to speak. He wanted to yell at her but couldn't change the facts that had happened. Talia hugged his neck with both hands and replaced all the sadness regrets with a passionate kiss.

He hugged Talia's waist pulled her body closer to deepen the kiss, just like the passionate love they had when they first fell in love. But this kiss was not just passion, it was mixed with a lot of bitterness. After they separated from the deep kiss, Talia leaned against his arms, "My love, if you choose me, maybe we -"

Without waiting for Talia to finish her words, he immediately loosened his arms around her waist, turned around, his cape was blown by the wind. He did not look back but headed towards the exit. He knew that Talia's mission was in the League, he would not give up Batman for Talia, nor would he go against his original intention for Talia. He just said goodbye coldly, "Goodbye, Talia."

Deathstroke took out his gun aimed at Batman's back to shoot ammunition, but Talia blocked the gun with her body, preventing Deathstroke from launching a fierce attack on Batman. Until Batman's footsteps stopped ringing, Talia walked away from him and returned to the depths of the League, leaving him alone to think. He stroked the helmet that was broken by you and the traces of your destruction.

"What a ruthless little weakling..." he muttered.

While waiting for Batman to return, you and Damian leaned against Batwing in silence, without a single word of concern, only intertwined hands remained. You were worried about his left shoulder injury, but he didn't seem to be in any pain. Conner paced around, not knowing what to say, and the stalemate had not been resolved since just now.

"Hey, brat! How long are you going to keep silent?" Conner pushed Damian's shoulder, with an impatient tone in his words.

When you wanted to interrupt to stop Kon, Damian finally spoke in a cold and ruthless manner. His attitude was always unpredictable for you, sometimes gentle and sometimes cold. He whispered to you, "My mother hurt you, I'm sorry."

"Talia is your mother, the leader of the League of Assassins. Why did you and Uncle Bruce hide Talia's existence from me?" Wanting to know the truth, you gently squeezed each other's intertwined hands, as gentle as stroking a kitten, worried that you might accidentally break his hand.

He is very confused, no matter how developed his intelligence is, he is still confused. He doesn't want to involve you in the world of League, so he chooses to hide everything in the past and the existence of his mother. Arrogance is his stubborn appearance, but in fact, he has been fighting with his heart deep in his heart. He wants to let down all defenses in front of you, wants to confess his feelings to you. But his dignity and arrogance don't allow him to do so, fearing that he will become too weak once he lets down his guard.

He avoided your gaze, trying to avoid those questions. At this time, you saw his emerald eyes flashing with tears, finally revealing the true face of his emotions. At that moment, you realized that he had emotions, not just a condescending attitude. Your heart tightened, no longer pursued the truth of those things.

You broke free from his hand without saying a word, he knew that you must hate him even more now. Unexpectedly, your actions exceeded his expectations. You hugged him tightly from his side with both hands, buried your face in his shoulder, your ears flushed and whispered, "It's okay if you don't say it, tell me when you ready, I'll wait for you."

The sound of his heartbeat was transmitted to your ears through your super hearing. He swallowed saliva to cover up his unprepared mentality. For the first time in life, you saw another side of him. Although you two are engaged, you have never been so close to him. You were embarrassed and first thought was to move away from him.

When he noticed that you were about to move your hand away, he immediately glared at you, his expression was calm but ears were red. His eyes stared at you, as sharp as a sword. You felt oppressed like a little Pomeranian, staring at him with watery eyes, and your body was about to tremble.

Unbelievably, he lowered his head and nuzzled the tip of his nose against your head as if he was playing. A gentle smile appeared on his lips, he looked like very doted on you. He chuckled, "Hehe, okay. I promise you. Give me some time, I will tell you everything."

Walking on the flat ground with heavy boots, the black cape swaying in the wind, Batman, who was heading towards Batwing, was worried after parting ways with Talia, until he saw the two of you, the serious Batman smiled with relief. Although the distance between you sometimes gets closer and sometimes farther, every smile both of you show is as precious as sugar.

Batman, who had regained his serious and dark style, cleared his throat and interrupted you. You both turned around and looked at him at the same time. You saw Batman curled his lips and smiled, then retracted it. You were so shy that you wanted to find a hole to bury yourself, while Damian maintained a very proud and arrogant look on his face, he couldn't help but mess up your hair with his hands.

Conner saw that you were safe and sound, finally he put down the heavy stone in his heart with peace of mind when he saw the smile on your face. He walked forward and followed Damian to mess up your hair. He whistled at you mischievously and teased you two, "Sweet~ You two are smiling so sweetly~"

You suddenly realized and immediately let go of Damian, rushed forward hit Conner's chest with your little hands to cover your blushing cheeks. "Stupid Kon! What nonsense are you talking about! We are not sweet!"

"Really? I wonder who’s that the fierce girl just beat Deathstroke away, now she is like a little cutie seeking for her husband to hug hug~" Conner winked at Damian and continued to tease you two.

"Hmph, TT." Damian turned his head and looked away, a little shy.

"Ahem, since the little princess is safe, let's go back to the manor. Alfred has to treat Damian's wound. We also have to check the little princess's physical condition, especially your newly awakened superhuman strength."

Batman's eyes moved around observing you. He noticed you were completely different from the previous one, as if your superpowers had disappeared again. Seeing that the sun had set, it was getting late, no point in staying here. He jumped into the main driver's seat of Batwing and started the engine system. He silently nodded to you to signal you to get on Batwing.

Damian jumped onto Batwing with agility and ease. Before sitting on the passenger seat, he reached out to you, wanting to pull you directly, but you had just experienced being imprisoned by his mother, which made him afraid that you might refuse to touch his hand. The hand he stretched out made you feel like he was silently asking if you were willing to hold his hand again.

Without any hesitation, you reached out held his hand tightly. Thanks to his help, you successfully sat in the back seat. After the engine started, it slowly rose into the air. Before setting off to the manor, Batman turned to Conner who was floating next to Batwing. He clicked the button to open the jet cover, "Want to go back to the manor with us? Meet your love."

Conner and Tim, Superboy and Red Robin. The two were originally a good pair of partners who accompanied and understood each other like close friends. Gradually, they found that the friendship had turned into love, the two naturally started a relationship. After several years of relationship, they have changed from boyfriends to lovers.

Conner immediately thought of Tim when he heard the word "lover". It had been a week since they had met and hugged each other face to face. They only talked through the phone and the communicator about the mission, not the topics of the two-person world. He missed his lover forever. Now he finally had the chance to see Tim. He adjusted his jacket and combed his hair, then jumped into the back seat and sat next to you. "Okay! I miss him so much. Let's take a ride, Batman."

With a crackling sound, the Batwing jet engine started to run the acceleration system and started. When it reached the highest level, it activated the stealth mode and headed towards the Batcave at full speed. Time passed bit by bit, finally returned to the Batcave safely. Damian took your hand and led you down from the back seat of the Batwing.

You just stepped on the floor didn't have time to look around, a red light rushed towards you and wrapped you tightly in his arms. This huge chest, this gentle hug, carefully stroking your hair, until he spoke, you finally realized that you have arrived at the safest place "Little princess, welcome back."

"Daddy... I miss you so much..." It's Superman, it's Clark Kent, it's your father. You hugged him and snuggled in his arms. In his eyes, you are his little princess, the one he cherishes the most. Only by his side can you become a little girl, and he will give you unlimited tolerance and warmth.

"Hehe, okay, daddy misses you. You must be very uncomfortable, right? It's okay, daddy is here." He is caring for you in the most gentle and considerate way, expressing comfort in the lowest voice to reduce the pain you are experiencing.

Batman takes off his gear and walks towards you, speaking to your daddy. The conversation is serious and sensitive, especially about Talia's purpose and the disappearance of your newly awakened power. The three of you sit in chairs, and you begin to slowly tell them everything that happened to you in captivity, your concept of activating the power.

Clark understands what Bruce means, he firmly believes that you must have a superhuman talent, but the time has not come yet. Bruce presses a button, the center of the floor is divided into two halves. A detection device rises to the ground. You are nervous but step onto the device again to conduct the test.

The sound of footsteps shuttled through the tunnel, and Tim came to the Batcave. Conner knew it was his lover by the footsteps, he rushed to Tim's direction and hugged him tightly. Tim was almost tripped by him. Although it was embarrassing to show it in front of everyone, Tim couldn't contain his excitement. The two hugged each other, and the lover who hadn't seen each other for a week was finally embraced.

"I miss you so much, my Robin. The date planned for this week has been ruined." Conner kissed the top of his head and smelled the soothing fragrance. It was his beloved Tim, who was in his arms now.

"Me too, my clone boy. Stay overnight to make it up to me today, I do have a plan." Tim held his waist and winked at him, and this little move ignited the resonance between the two.

"You are really-!" Before he finished speaking, Tim took the initiative to kiss Conner. Conner did not resist and did not care about the other people around him. He hugged Tim and his tongue deep into Tim's mouth to deepen the kiss. Their tongues danced in each other's mouths, deepening all their desires.

"Ahem, Master Timothy, I suggest that you two go back to the room to deal with private matters." Alfred handed the tea to Bruce, then walked towards them and made a calm suggestion. This passionate scene was not the first time he had seen it.

After Tim and Conner separated from the deep kiss, he exhaled. Tim noticed Damian standing aside. He was seriously injured and looked heavy. Tim worried for a while and told Alfred, he took Conner's arm and left the Batcave together. "Sorry, Alfred. Kon and I are going to be busy first. And... take care of Damian."

Alfred came to Damian's side, with his sharp eyes, he noticed Damian's expression. He patted his back to comfort him. He was the central figure in the Batfamily, he regarded everyone as a life. He led Damian to the medical room to treat his wounds. Through a thick layer of glass, Damian's eyes were always on you, had no intention of moving away.

"Master Damian, you must be very uncomfortable." He used medical equipment to carefully observe Damian's injuries and chose to treat them symptomatically.

"Pennyworth... am I weak to unload the heavy burden in front of her?" Damian was struggling with his heart. His dignity and arrogance were the source of his contradictions and one of the reasons for his confusion.

"You are not weak, which makes you like a human being. At the same time, you desire her more like a husband seeking the embrace of his wife." Alfred comforted Damian while injecting a little anesthetic into his left shoulder while he was distracted, began to perform a minor operation to treat his left shoulder.

"I... I desire her. Not because she has superpowers... but as a woman..." Damian felt the anesthetic penetrate into his blood vessels and nervous system, causing him to feel no pain in his left shoulder. He had long been accustomed to it.

Alfred stopped the minor operation for a second and was immediately surprised by what Damian said. He smiled as he exhaled, continued to treat the wound on Damian's left shoulder, teased him, "As a man, it is reasonable for you to desire her. After all... you are not popular with women, unlike Master Bruce."

Damian immediately glared at Alfred's smug look the next second, when he opened mouth to refute him, he repeated in his head what he said about desire you. He was too embarrassed to admit that he had said something wrong. He tilted head back and covered eyes with his right hand, once again used his arrogant attitude to cover up the facts. "Pennyworth, focus."

Sometimes teasing Damian like this is also Alfred's little hobby. After all, Damian has Bruce's excellent knowledge but mixed with Talia's arrogance, which makes him very distressed but he still accepts it fortunately and loves him like a grandson. Alfred shook his head and chuckled, "Understood, Master Damian."

As luck would have it, Clark heard Damian's words about desire you. He stole a glance at Damian, then you and Bruce. Bruce listed all the tests and did the tests for you without stopping. You followed Bruce's instructions a little clumsily.

At first, Lois was very angry and opposed Clark and Bruce's decision. Made an engagement for you two without authorization. Damian didn't mean to resist at all. Everyone knows Damian's personality, but you will find a different side after getting along for a long time. Especially when Damian privately found Clark and told him that he would protect you for the rest of his life, until the end of the world.

Damian chose to protect you silently rather than express his feelings. Damian was too clumsy when it came to feelings, treating you like glass, fearing that you would break into pieces. Clark was worried that Damian's behavior would alienate you two, suddenly he had an idea. He walked to Bruce and whispered with a joking tone, "Can you teach Damian some tricks to pick up girls?"

Bruce was speechless, "You are such a fucking idiot."

The test that lasted for several hours finally ended, and the good news came. Bruce displayed your test report on the big screen, pointed the laser pen at each key area to explain. Through the analysis of the data table and the trend of changes in the genetic structure, the changes in your body have confirmed that you have superhuman talents.

"You didn't lie to me!? But I can't feel any changes in my body..." You jumped off the chair in a panic and came to Bruce's side to pull his cape. Pulling his cape is a habit you have never changed since you were a child.

Bruce chuckled and messed up your hair. It was his little act of pampering you, taking care of you as a Batfamily. "I didn't lie to you, Uncle Bruce is telling the truth. I have witnessed your explosive power with my own eyes, and I am happy for you."

"Bruce, is there any way to forcefully stimulate her superpowers?" Clark walked towards the Batcomputer, his eyes fixed on the report on the big screen, which was slightly different from the previous report.

"She will only explode under strong pressure, I don't want to take the risk of forcing her to bear the pressure." Bruce's fingertips tapped lightly on the keyboard, his head was like an engine starting and fell into deep thought.

Damian walked out of the medical room, the clattering footsteps stopped behind you. A pair of hands gently tidied your hair, you stiffly didn't understand what Damian wanted to do. Until he blurted out his idea, you were shocked "Since her superpowers are gone, it means that she can't control the power of Superman. Let her experience the Wayne family's training mode first to improve her body's endurance and physical strength."

"You mean to experience the so-called daily life of our Wayne family?" Bruce raised his eyebrows and looked at Damian, a little bit wanting to laugh as he was fixing your hair. His eyes tilted towards Clark, he pouted as he thought about Damian's suggestion.

He agreed with Damian's opinion. All the people in the Wayne family were mortals who became vigilantes through hand-to-hand combat, which was equivalent to one of the strongest physical qualities among mortals. You have no superpowers at all now, it is meaningless even you receive superhuman training with Clark. If you accept difficult training experience the taste of hardship, it may inspire a new self.

"That makes sense, after all, your family leans towards the dark side. The workload at the company is heavy, the training is extensive, and the physical energy consumed is dozens of times that of ordinary people." Clark chuckled and teased Bruce, who rolled his eyes in response to his joke.

Bruce cast a look at you, an unprecedented magical phenomenon. If you can really use their abilities to inspire you, you will definitely be able to increase the extraordinary and powerful strength of your allies, maybe one day you can surpass the strength of the Big Three. He leaned over and held out hand to you seriously, "Do you want to try to push yourself once?"

"You will stay with Uncle Bruce for a while. Your life will change a lot and will be harder than before." Clark looked at you reluctantly, his eyes flashing with worry. He had a hunch that you would choose to pursue your dream, but he knew that you should let go when it was time to let go. This was fate.

Damian saw through your hesitation. He put his hands on your shoulders and gave you a gentle squeeze to encourage you silently. Although it was a small move, it gave you a little courage to be meticulous. You reached out and held Bruce's hand that he extended to you, nodded slightly and looked firm, "Daddy, Uncle Bruce. I want to try."

"Wayne family will not show mercy." Damian said harshly in a cold tone. He was just joking and playing a prank on you. He was very happy in heart that he could have more time and opportunities to see you. He didn't need to run back and forth from Gotham to Metropolis like before.

"Eh?! I'm a newbie after all!" You turned around faced Damian, saying awkwardly and panickedly. Your words and panic made Bruce and Clark laugh.

Damian attitude changed immediately. He couldn't let your cute appearance break his arrogant mask. His hands in his pockets and raised his chin arrogantly, looking down on you as if he was trying to provoke you. When he opened his mouth, it was definitely not a good word, but a mockery, "What? Superman's daughter is so weak? And she deserves to be my wife? You should thank your dear father for that."

Clark found out that Damian said he was going to step forward to dissuade him, but Bruce noticed that your expression was a little different and immediately stopped Clark. You were so angry that felt an impulse of self-doubt in your heart. You clenched fists and wanted to lower your head to avoid him. But you didn't do it. Instead, you raised your head and looked directly at him. You pointed your thumb to your heart and ignited fighting spirit. "Don't underestimate on me, Damian Wayne."

The two of you have a tacit understanding like rivals, and you are bound together by the engagement. Every time you feel inferior, he pushes you forward step by step, while you only care about self-deprecation and self-doubt. You secretly vowed to surpass him, not just wait at home for daddy and Jon to return safely from danger. This time you decided to fight side by side with them and become a real superhero.

Ten days later, in the Batcave—

A loud bang, not the impact of your awakened power. Instead, Bruce threw you to the cold floor with an overhead throw, your back hit the ground hard. You supported yourself on the floor with hands and slowly climbed up, sweat dripping from your forehead and neck. Ten days have passed since this series of training, and your superpowers have not improved at all, but your physical fitness has improved a little bit.

"Again!" Bruce rushed towards you head-on.

His oppression and strength scared you so much that your legs became weak and stiff, you couldn't move when you realized the danger. Snap—it was the sound of the flame igniting in your body again, just like the feeling of awakening in the League. Your vision has changed, the speed around has slowed down, your senses have become much more agile.

Just now you thought Bruce's punch was very fast, but now it's so slow that you can easily dodge it by turning sideways. You flexibly use the various close combat techniques taught by Bruce, the next moment you go behind him, put your hands on his shoulders, jump up lightly, wrap your legs around his neck lock his throat, then you flip backwards and take him with you to the ground.

Pound—!

"Eh...?" After ten days of training, you have experienced being tossed around by Bruce in every way, and used to being knocked to the ground by him. But this pound is so loud that you thought it was you again. After taking a breath, you realized that you actually threw Bruce to the cold floor. It was your first time to defeat an opponent.

"Well done, but don't be too happy too soon. This is just the first step. You will have a hard time next." Bruce stood up and reached out to help you, he smiled as soon as he finished speaking. It was obvious that you used superpowers just now, the next battle will definitely not let you win easily.

You held his hand and he pulled you up from the cold floor. Your fighting spirit was burning, you didn't intend to give up and continue to lose to him. You took a deep breath and looked at him with a firm look, "Understood, uncle Bruce."

A few hours passed, the intense training delayed the time between you two a little longer. As soon as he announced that the training was temporarily over, he left. Seeing that there was no one around, you immediately collapsed on the cold floor. Your chest rose and fell slowly with your breathing, you covered eyes with a towel and slowly closed them as if you were going to fall asleep directly.

"You'll catch a cold if you sleep here, idiot." Suddenly you see the light again, it's Damian who lifts the towel covering your eyes. He just came back from gym and is wearing sportswear, the sweat on his forehead and neck makes his skin look smooth, a little sexy?

"Mind your own business, I'm just closing my eyes to rest." You wanna grab the towel back, but he looks arrogant and has no intention of returning it to you.

His emerald eyes start to wander over your body from your face, seeing you defenseless is like tempting him. You are only wearing a sports bra and tight shorts, the sweat on your neck slowly flows into the gap between your breasts. He feels bad and thirsty, especially for you.

Something bad has happened. His lower body is reacting. Damian is panting like a lion in heat. He quickly puts a towel over your face to prevent you from seeing it, then wraps his jacket around his waist to cover his erection. Then he moves towards the elevator. After the double doors close, the elevator rises to the floor of Wayne manor.

"Damian?" No one responds to you. You move the towel away look around. Damian's figure is gone. You tilt your head, a little confused. You just had no idea what happened because your vision was blocked. You shrug and continue to lie on the floor to rest.

He quickly rushed into the bedroom locked the door. Looking down, he saw that he was already erect. He stepped into the bathroom, turned on the shower to cover the sound, slowly moved his hand down, holding it and rubbing it back and forth to masturbate. His own moans echoed in the bathroom, and his head was filled with your face, the face of his future wife.

"Ah-ha-Y/N-ah-" He calls out your name while releasing himself. He wants you so much, wants to hold you in his arms, wants to kiss you.

He closes his eyes and grits his teeth. That moment has come. He reaches climax. He finally releases his desire. There is no more moaning in the bathroom, only the sound of water. He takes a deep breath in place, releasing his inner desires and emotions. Although it is shameful, he is not wrong. It is normal for him to do this while fantasizing about the person he likes.

"Fuck... restrain yourself a little, Damian Wayne." He scolded himself.

He quickly finished his shower, cleaned himself and left the bathroom. He came out wrapped in only a towel, revealing his strong muscles. He walked to the desk, opened the drawer and took out a photo frame, which was a photo of you, him and Jon when they were still young. You stood in the middle with a big smile on your face, Jon was making a funny face. But Damian, his eyes were not on the camera but on you.

"My future wife, I love you..." He smiled at you with a doting look, then he kissed your face on the photo frame.

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After what seemed like an eternity you heard the door unlock. You practically sprang up from your blankets as you watched the door swing open. As soon as he walked in he looked over at you with a smile, amused at how excited you were. You were pressed as far forward as you could against the cage trying to get as close as you could to him.

“Did my pet have a good day?” “Yes Daddy.” 

He smirked and walked over to the cage holding the key in hand, kneeling down to see your pretty face.  “Would you like to come out?” He asked, twirling the key in his hand. “Yes please” “please what?” “Please may I come out Daddy?” He slowly placed the key in the lock maintaining eye contact and suddenly stopped. 

“I don't know if you deserve to come out after that little slip up, maybe we should leave you in here for a few more hours.” He said as he slowly took the key out of the lock. “No Daddy please! I stayed in here all day I've been a good girl! Please Daddy I’ll be good! Please Daddy!” 

“Such a needy slut.” He said with a smirk. “Well, I suppose you can come out for a few minutes, Daddy needs help relaxing anyway.” He unlocked the cage door and slowly opened it.

You instantly sprang out and wrapped your hands around his neck, giving him a sloppy kiss, his beard tickling your face. He wrapped his fingers around your collar pulling you closer earning a small moan from you in return. “You look so pretty wearing that, my precious little pet.” 

He slapped your thigh giving you a simple instruction which you quickly followed, wrapping you legs around his waist he stood up holding your thighs tight enough to leave a bruise.

He walked over to the bedroom and threw you onto the bed, quickly moving to your neck sucking and biting at your skin. You let out small whine as he leaves a trail of dark hickeys down your neck, leaving bitemarks on your shoulder.

He sits up and hooks his finger in the loop of your collar, roughly pulling you up. "Clothes off, princess" He says coldly and your hands are instantly on his shirt, ripping off his clothes and tossing them to the ground s he looks down at you with an amused expression.

You run your hands over his chest, feeling the muscles and scars that litter his abdomen, your mouth watering. Your hands fly down to his belt but he quickly grabs you by your collar, roughly pulling you back. "Wha-" "Did I say yes?" He asks roughly with a cocky smirk on his face. You let out a whine, hitting his chest. "please!" You whine, trying to grab his belt gain.

His smirk instantly fades when you don't listen and without warning he pushes you back on to the bed and flips you over on to your hands and knees, shoving your head into the sheets.

"What did I say?" He snapped, grabbing the back of your collar and shoving your head into the pillows. "You wanna keep bein' a brat? Then I'll treat you like one." You whine and try to sit up but his rm doesn't budge. "I'm sorry- I'm sorry, Daddy- please!" You cry, rubbing your ass against his bulge, desperate for stimulation.

Slade scoffs at your disobedient act, chuckling at the pathetic desperation. "huh, you really need Daddy's cock that badly, sweetheart?" He teases, pressing his front against your back to keep you stuck under him. All you can do is nod and let out a pathetic whimper. "Yes.." You say quietly in a pathetic voice.

He smirks and gives your ass a firm smack. "My needy pet" He says in a mocking voice and easily pulls his belt off in one quick motion and tosses it to the floor, freeing his throbbing cock. He runs the tip through your drenched pussy, dragging it over your clit. You whine and try to push your ass against him, desperate to be filled. "Please!" You whine.

"Needy pet"

He grabs his cock and positions it against your entrance, instantly bottoming out. You moan out in pleasure at the sudden feeling, your walls painfully stretched out around his cock.

He doesn't go easy on you, thrusting as fast and as tough as possible, keeping one hand on the back of your neck and one on the flesh of your hip. "Ow- D-daddy-" You whine, not sure if you can handle it. "Shut it" He snaps, giving you a hard smack on the ass. "Youve been a bad girl, do I want a bad pet? huh?" He asks, practically folding you in half.

You quickly shake your head. "N-no" You say quietly, you mind going blank as his cock brushes against just the right spot. "Oh- daddy!" You moan, pressing your face into the pillow to suppress a whine. He smirks, giving your ass a final hard smack.

"Do you think you deserve to cum? Hm? Youve been such a brat and I don't tolerate bad pets." He grabs your collar and pulls your face out of the pillow, bottoming out in you so you cant go far. "Answer me, honestly" He growls. You know you don't, you know you cant disobey him and most of all, you're desperate. "n-no.. " You answer honestly, involuntarily clenching around him.

He smirks, a chuckle rumbling in his chest. "That's a good girl." He says and pushes your shoulders back down on to the bed. "However, you still have to work for it. You were still a bad girl, weren't you?" He asks with a sadistic smirk. You let out a whine in annoyance that you wont feel his thick fingers against your clit but you move your hand down, pressing your thin fingers against your puffy clit, waiting for his command.

"I don't know.. I kinda like seeing you like this" He says quietly, running his hands along your sides. You let out a frustrated whine, tearing up from frustration. He chuckles at your rection, looking down at you with a mock sympathetic expression. "Aww, did I make my pet cry? How could I say no to such a pitiful sight." He says with a smirk, giving your hips a gentle squeeze.

"Go"

Your fingers instantly rub your clit as quick as possible as he starts thrusting into your drenched cunt again. You let out a string of lewd moans as his thick cock slides against your velvety walls, filling you just right. "Daddy- please" You say quietly. That's all he needs to hear.

"Cum" he says roughly. You scream out in pleasure as your orgasm crashes into you, the combination of your fingers and his thick cock making you see stars. "Thank you!" You cry, convulsive in his hold as you milk his cock, covering him in your juices.

You let out a final, shaky moan and go limp, only held up by his arms. He finishes with a few final thrusts and shoots his thick cum against your cervix, letting out a guttural groan as he finishes. "Fuck-"

He slowly pulls out of you, catching his breath and gently rubbing your back. "Good girl" He says in a hoarse voice, watching the mix of cum drip out of you which he quickly shoves back in with his fingers, making sure it stays in you pretty little cunt.

"Tha..Thank you, Daddy.." You say in an exhausted voice, collapsing on to the bed bellow him. He looks down at your sweaty, battered body with a satisfied smirk, gently running his hands along your thighs. "That's my good pet"

[nxtaliaistyping]

Batrogues | p links part two

(gotta be logged into twitter for links to work)

NSFW 18+. some new faces, some returning ones, part one here.

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The Riddler:

If you beg for his attention while he’s working in his workshop, then he’ll leave you like this.

Secretly has a soft spot for bigger girls <3

He’s a classy guy, he loves lingerie

How he eats it after you stroke his ego

He likes you dripping and desperate for him

Honestly this is how I need him to fuck me

The Scarecrow:

What, you thought just because he used to be a professor, he’d be turned on by you dressing so crude? He’ll show you what he thinks

Edward is the closest thing he has to a friend, it would be rude for him not to share you with the riddler.

As a thank you for letting him have you, Edward gave you a present. Now you use it and send videos to Jonathan when he’s working <3

You help him get to sleep

Likes making you ride him

This but he’s wearing the scarecrow mask

Catwoman:

She gets a sick sense of pleasure when she seduces a woman whose in a relationship with a man

Takes you to expensive hotels just the fuck you in them

You told her and Harley that you wanted to be part of the Gotham City Sirens, but they said there was an entrance exam

Yeah, it doesn’t matter where you both are, she’ll just knock out anyone who stumbles upon you both

Breaks in to your house with her strap on under her suit so she can fuck you

Thank her for all the expensive gifts by getting on your knees

The Mad Hatter:

Once he found the toy under your bed, he knew he had to have you use it

Loves seeing you in such cute underwear

He also loves when you act all innocent, so he can feel like he’s corrupting you

How he treats his sweet Alice when you do what he says

And it helps when his Alice loves it as much as him

Though he likes when you take matters into your own hands

Deathstroke:

He owns plenty of handcuffs

If you try and ride him, this is how you’ll end up

Oh you’re wearing fishnets? Good luck

Where else should he cum, if not deep inside?

Yeah, he’s rough

But if it’s been a long day, he can be intimate too

Black Mask:

Makes you send videos like this all the time, the more embarrassing the dildo the better

What’s that? You don’t wanna do anal? Well then obviously you don’t want to be his best girl, do you?

You still have to look pretty, even when being punished

After coming back from a meeting

Unlike Scarecrow, he definitely isn’t shy about being into the whole schoolgirl outfit

As in incentive to his men, the lucky guy who earns him the most money that month gets front row seats to see this

Harley Quinn:

Harls doesn’t like to wait till you’re back from the club

She’s a threesome kinda girl

She loves your tits

Fuck her with the strap, so she can fuck you with the same one tomorrow <3

When you put her panties in her mouth, she came so quick

What happens when she invites you for a sleepover

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[l0s3rd0wnt0wn]

DEATHSTROKE!READER HEADCANONS CUZ YALL LOVE THEM SO MUCH!!!

Deathstroke reader's hair is fried, like it was back when they used to be Robin. They used to straighten their hair to an unreasonable amount. Actually, think of Steph back in her Robin days—that was literally the reader's hair back when they were Robin, but it didn't work well for their hair type, resulting in terrible and irreversible hair damage. When they joined Deathstroke, they shaved all their hair off and started fresh. Fresh hair. The reader has a buzz cut that is gelled to be spiky and styled; it's actually pretty good. They used to dye their hair a lot, like blonde, which also contributed to the hair damage. Last but not least, the Wilson family loves to rub your freshly buzzed hair.

Deathstroke reader has acne around their face, which is basically your fault because you wear a lot of makeup, causing some acne. Also, your mask makes you sweat, clogging your pores. You've been thinking about getting a skincare routine, but you're too lazy, so Rose does your skincare every now and then. Your acne isn't really noticeable; it's just there. But as long as you keep up with those face masks, you'll be fine.

Deathstroke reader is non-binary; they go by all pronouns and wear both masculine and feminine clothing. They used to only wear masculine clothes back in their Robin days because they hated femininity due to their mother. I'll get into this deeper in a later fic. Deathstroke reader is also around 19 to mid-20s; I wanted to make them older compared to the other readers, who are either in high school or in college. Deathstroke reader is pretty tall, like basketball-level tall, standing right next to Slade's shoulder.

Deathstroke reader smokes; Rose does too, and I'm pretty sure I saw a comic where Slade smokes. It runs in the family, I guess, but you can't find your lighter anywhere—borrowed by Rose, or you lost it some way, somehow. So you find intricate ways to light a cigarette. Hell yeah, the Flash's electric speed definitely helps your Green Lantern boyfriend light your cigarette for you. Totally, Deathstroke reader will literally walk up to Bruce, smoking in his face. The rest of the Bat Family hates the fact that you smoke, scolding you and saying it's bad for you, like you're some child, even though you're about to be pushing 30. It gets on your nerves.

Deathstroke reader isn't much into relationships; mostly, they have meaningless flings. When you're thinking about getting into a relationship, you're already waking up with someone gone. You have an ongoing fling with Constantine—not a serious relationship, really; it’s routine at this point. You call him up for a favor or he does, and you both get a drink, maybe a smoke. You end up at his dank apartment, then you leave the next day. You don't intend on staying, and you don't intend on loving him either, but he's developing warm feelings in his chest because of you. You always have to remind him it's just a fling. Roy, on the other hand, isn't so easily persuaded. That ginger will not believe it started as a one-time thing. The moment he saw you playing around with Lian was the moment he declared you his. So gentle with her, so sweet; you only say it's because you have siblings, but he knows better. The nights you two spent together are passionate and sweet, but you always seem to leave his bed with no intention of coming back. You're breaking his heart.

When Deathstroke reader was Robin, they had internalized misogyny within them, not just because the Robin mantle used to be for guys, but also because of their relationship with their mom. Think about the "I Hate My Mom" song by GRLwood—like, they used to hate almost anything feminine because it reminded them of their mother: long nails, makeup, eyelashes, dresses, skirts, all that stuff. It's not until they worked with Slade that they started to embrace this part of themselves. You're not like your mother; you never will be. It doesn't make you weak, and it doesn't make you any less strong. That's something I can understand—makeup and flashy clothing, embracing yourself more.

Deathstroke reader is brutal when it comes to fights; they do not fight fair at all—biting, slapping, scratching, kicking—almost anything. Sure, they do know fighting styles, but their greatest strengths are brute force and ambushing their attacker with punches to the point where they're unable to react. You had a fight with Cass one time, and you dominated her with hits over and over again, not letting her let up. Sure, she can read body movements, but yours are so aggressive that it's honestly too hard to fight back. You're pummeling Damien like he's not your little brother, more like a stray dog on the street begging for scraps. Your head-butting Jason's Red Hood mask, making cracks in his mask and giving him a black eye in the process. Sure, your head was ringing for at least an hour, but it was worth seeing the shock on his face. You remember one time Bruce visited you at Arkham Asylum—the asylum he put you in—trying to manipulate you into coming home. You jumped across the table, beating the shit out of him. It took multiple nurses to get you off of him. Anytime the Bat Family comes to visit, especially Bruce, you're stuck in a straitjacket with a glass wall in front of you. There's literally a struggle at Arkham to try and get you into the meeting room. They have to roll you in a wheelchair like luggage out of an airport because you tried to escape multiple times, but it always fails, and you're stuck in that meeting room. They're rambling on and on, saying they'll bring you back home. Yeah, right.

[oshunmin]

[WIP SNIPPET: SLADEJAY]

Just sharing a little bit from my current Burlesque inspired WIP with my favorite DC pairing at the center. [Also in search of any ao3 beta's who'd like to give this story a taste]

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Being with Slade has honestly been a breath of fresh air compared to his struggles with rebuilding his relationship with the rest of his family. Slade has never pushed beyond his boundaries, and when they do have a conflict, he is steady, and they are able to have rather rational conversations about what the issue is and how to address it.

And while they are far from perfect, they’ve learned how to find a balance and compromise for one another.

Most of the time.

Jason huffs out in frustration as he and Slade sit across from one another at their dining room table, with the information on Jason’s latest case scattered between them.

Now, back to the problem at hand.

“No,” Slade states resolutely.

“What do you mean, no?” Jason fires back.

Slade leans back in his seat, large arms crossing over his chest, his gaze locked on Jason��unwavering. “I mean what I said. No.”

Jason gapes at him for a moment, not really expecting Slade to be so opposed to this particular case. Not that it’s going to change Jason’s decision.

After taking a breath to regain some patience, Jason finally says, “You can’t just tell me no. It’s not your case to work, Slade.”

“And it sure as shit ain’t about to be yours.”

“Slade—”

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When I say I am having a delightful time writing this pairing, I truly mean it. There shall be more to come as I continue to plot out and edit the first two chapters of this work so stay tuned.

[acapelladitty]

Deathstroke x reader and pet play?

His hand tugging playfully at the thick plug which impales your ass, the curl of the attached tail filters through his fingers as he strokes along it with a heated look in his one good eye.

"You've had your tail in for a few hours now, pet, so maybe you're ready for something a little bigger."

Trailing your fingers across the thick mat of salt and pepper hair which covered his chest, the hair only disturbed by the odd bit of scarring, you drop your head to his neck and lick along the skin there.

Slade's chest rumbles at the attention and you can feel the stiffness of his cock as it presses between you, his arousal as apparent as your own, and his hand drops to tweak at your nipple as the other hooks around the thick leather collar that encircles your neck.

"Drop to the floor and present yourself for a fuck, pet. You know the rules." He grunts and your body almost falls from his lap in its haste to follow his very simple instructions.