#dinah lance imagine

[fandomnerd9602]

Oliver: seriously you’re dating a knock off of me?!

Dinah: at least he doesn’t make me cry

Oliver: but I’m a billionaire

Dinah: and Y/N gives me home cooked meals and cuddles. A girl needs more than wealth, Queen

Y/N swings in…

Y/N: hey my canary, ready to go?

Dinah: baby I’m ready to sing for you…all night long

For @konstantin609

[jasonstodger]

Oliver Queen loves to share. Dinah Lance? Not so much.

The way I see it, Ollie is always willing to take the backseat and just watch. He enjoys seeing your enjoyment. When you're fucking, just the three of you, he's content to sit at the end of the bed, gripping his cock and moaning softly as he watches his two best girls writhe and moan in the sheets.

This is the way Dinah likes it: When she can control your every sound and movement from above without having to worry about an outside force ruining her plans for you. She'll use all her toys, all her tactics, to slowly tease you to orgasm, bruising your lips with her mouth and bruising your throat with her gentle but strong hands.

Even off the field, the three of you are the perfect team.

[ekat-fandom-blog]

No Dick Grayson AU

Alfred convinces Tatsu Yamashiro(Katana) and Dinah Lance(Black Canary) to join Batman's crusade when it starts getting difficult for him to handle crime on his own. Katana brings Barbara Gordon into the fold as Oracle because Barbara is determined to help the vigilantes.

A few years later, Bruce joins the Justice League(Superman, Wonder Woman, Aquaman, Flash, Cyborg, and Green Lantern). Dinah moves to Star City, and Katana disappears. Barbara starts to join Batman on patrols.

About a year later, Batman brings Jason Todd home. Jason tries to join Batman as a vigilante, but Bruce, Alfred, and Barbara convince him to wait until he's an adult. Bruce agrees to train him until then.

Jason starts helping Barbara with coms, Alfred with making sure they have the medbay fully stocked, and Bruce and Lucius with Wayne Enterprise Charities. Jason, as the top student, graduates a year early(age 16/17 since his b-day's in march) and goes on a world tour for extra training. He gets sucked into training with the League of Assassins, but leaves rather quickly via Talia tossing him to the All-Caste since Bruce knows where he is. He returns to Gotham as the vigilante Flamebat as a nod to his All-Blades and the dark red and black costume he created. As the All-Blades don't harm any non-magical being, he normally uses them when he wants to be dramatic or particularly threatening.

Barbara does get shot by Joker before Jason goes on tour and loses the ability to walk.

Steph also appears (at 15) on the vigilante scene briefly, but is talked out of it by Barbara and disappears for a while. When she gets back she decides to go out as Spoiler. When the others are unable to convince her to wait until she's at least 17 to start being a vigilante, Cass (as she's about 1 year older) is declared to be her patrol partner. (this happens just before Jason leaves)

Cass shows up a bit after Steph does. She's found by Barbara and is convinced to wait until she's at least 17 to start vigilantism. Bruce adopts her pretty quickly and gives her the tools to figure out who she is without the violence of being an assassin or a vigilante.

About a year after Jason returns, Damian (age 10) appears in the Bat's lives. He continuously sneaks out of the manor to prove that he's worthy and ready to become a vigilante and follow in his father's footsteps.

When Bruce disappears, Jason takes on the responsibilities of being Batman and CEO of Wayne Enterprise. Cass and Alfred take on the role of being Damian's primary caretakers. Tim figures out that Bruce is still alive after getting "lost" in Wayne Manor during a gala, and leaves an anonymous tip about it for the Bats to find. (Tim doesn't know that they're the Bats, just that somehow Bruce ended up in the past.)

After Bruce comes back, things mostly go back to how they were before. Except, they catch wind of a group of child vigilantes. Beast Boy (age 13), Blue Beetle (14), Impulse (16), and Raven (13). When interrogated, the adult heroes find out that: Beast Boy had joined a group called the Doom Patrol and been with them since he was 11 but left because of conflicting morals, then run into Raven and Impulse; Blue Beetle had been doing superhero stuff for a few months before he ran into the other three; Raven had been picked up by Beast Boy while running from a cult that wanted to use her to summon a demon; and Impulse is the one who pulled the group together to help prevent a future event from happening. Not knowing exactly what to do with the group of child heroes, they put Kon (aka Superboy; 17) and Spoiler (18) in charge of the group that's now called Young Justice.

Around half a year later, Damian(11 almost 12) joins the group along with Jon (Superboy; 12).

They also find out somewhere along the way that Billy Batson was 10 years old when he started superhero-ing.

[internalsealpanic]

Set Them by the Door

Summary: It’s hard to say not to a favor when Oliver Queen is the one asking, but it becomes nearly impossible after meeting Roy and Lian.

a/n: Happy birthday to @pricetagofficial! This fic was based on “i’m the lawyer helping you get custody of your daughter and oops you’re all kinds of adorable with her and also i think she’s growing attached to me is this good or bad” au from this prompt list.

warnings: I know little to nothing about custody battles. This was a messy but fun fic to write so it's written in stream of consciousness.

"Well, what do you think?"

 You look up from the case notes Ollie's handed you. "It's..." And well, it's not great. Dozens of misdemeanors, charges for assault, a juvie record, and oh, a history of drug possession. You always want to read that on a client's file, especially for a custody battle. "Ollie, I'll be straight with you," and boy, that's hard with that hopeful look Ollie's got, "It's a long shot and I mean long. Hail mary long."

 "You said that about your last case."

 You run your hand through your hair. That was because I was working with a single mother, you want to say but don't because that hope in his eyes steel, and yeah, that's that. "You're gonna run me out of miracle juice, huh old man?" Fucking hell, Ollie. You look at the file again. The client isn't bad looking which would help. You're gonna pray he never shows up to trial with a black eye or a split lip. His features hook on you though too bright and distinct not to leave an imprint in your memory. "He from the center?"

 "No."

 This, too, catches you. Ollie's altruism is impressive but it has limits. He's got a bank account that would take you a few lifetimes to catch up with but it's not bottomless, not enough to save everyone in this city. But that's not it, is it?

 "Who is he?"

 Ollie shifts. There's a strange flicker in his expression. You brace yourself for some brick to hit you in the face. Ollie's revelations feel a lot like that sometimes and you wish he'd come up with a way to ease people into it.  "He's one of mine."

 Well, that you weren't prepared for.

 You blink. "Like a minion?"

 Ollie balks at you. "First of all, what would I need minions for?"

 You shrug. "I dunno all you commies seem to have 'em."

 "Hal is younger than that joke," Ollie groans.

 You smile and lean back, flipping through the files again, careful not to get the coffee you're sipping on it.  "How come I've never met him?"

 "We..." Ollie goes quiet for a second. It's a bloated pause as he searches for a way to explain too many things at once. "We had a rough patch and apparently, all my kids think I'm embarrassing."

 "You are."

 Ollie scowls at you but you just shrug again.

 "But I've met Connor and Mia but not Roy."

 "Like I said rough patch." There's a twitch in Ollie's jaw, a kind of guilt that worms under your skin. You soften. You flip through the papers again before standing up. Ollie was always about second chances and sadly, the old man has rubbed off on you. And fuck, you and your bank account hate him for it.

 "Ollie, I'll... see what I can do."

 ()

 The first time you meet Roy Harper. He's late. Almost an hour late. You're in the middle of your lunch late. You're going to throw a half-eaten salad at him late. But ultimately, it's Lian who keeps you from throwing the scruffy-looking man out.

 That and the possibility of being charged with assault.

 The first thing you realize is that Roy is pretty harmless. Sure, he's got arms that look like they could manually decapitate someone, and sure, they're lined with tattoos, but he's harmless to you and more importantly Lian.  Lian is, in fact, very relaxed around Roy and hides behind him until you tell her you're a friend of Ollie's. She looks at him like he's the whole world. A complete and utter trust.

Your secretary, Jess, looks at once smitten and aggrieved as Roy reschedules another appointment. You can sympathize. The man has very interesting clavicles. It's going to be a lot easier for you if the jury will be as smitten with Roy and be able to skate past that mile-long juvie record. You shrug and pull your own phone out.

 "Hi Dinah, yeah, no, this isn't an emergency. Just wanna know if Lian is with you. Mmhmm, yeah. Could I maybe... I know, I know, you're gonna say yes though." There's a sigh.  "Relax, I'm not going to teach her poker. Oh, Ollie already— Ha! See, there is nothing worse I could teach her."

 Jess frowns at you.

 "What?"

 "Are you even legally allowed to meet with the kid like that?"

 "Yes," you lie.

You might have agreed to help them, but you're still not getting the full picture of this whole thing.

 With all the missed appointments, you're starting to get antsy and maybe a little suspicious. Besides, you need to interview Lian and Dinah's there as a legal member of the family so if you squint at it, you're just following protocol.

 Normally, you conducted these interviews during the first meeting but that meeting was cut short. Very short. So, here you are now, invading the Queen's kitchen, competing for counter space with Dinah who is making Mac and Cheese and has, reasonably, not offered you any. She does very much know that this is not protocol.

 The interview is going well. Roy's, as you confirmed, a good dad from Lian's perspective and seems to be able to provide her with both emotional and fiscal support. If helping your kid out with math homework on practically no sleep doesn’t count as love, you don’t know what does.  The stories Lian tells you make you soft and a little guilty about going behind Roy's back. You'll apologize— eventually.

 “Do you not trust my dad?” Lian asks with a grounded-out look that kicks you between the ribs.

 I don’t— I didn’t, is what you think, is what you would say reflexively, but through better judgment, you say, “I’m a lawyer.”

 Lian scrunches her face. You are pretty sure she likes you a lot less. That’s … fine. It’s fine. You’re not upset at all.

 You press your fingers together as your eyes cut away. “I trust your dad— I do! It’s just that…” You wave your hands vaguely. “... Lian, I’ll be honest,” you say taking her hand gently, “The court won’t trust your dad.”

“But dad’s awesome!”

You smile. “He is, isn’t he?”

She returns your smile with an even bigger one. You nod. “He’s really awesome, so you have to tell me how awesome he is then you have to tell them, ok?”

She huffs but she agrees, looking a little less upset with you.

 "Yeah," you chuckle softly, packing up your suitcase. 

Roy’s at the door covered in grease and grime, looking like he’d transformed into a car just to get here. You make eye contact. A panicked, startled sound bubbles up in his throat. You look him up head to toe. He’s still in his mechanic’s uniform, probably just got off work, probably a shift covered.  “I got here as fast as I can—”

“ ‘s all good, Mr. Harper.” You shake your head.

"Satisfied?" Dinah asks, not quite as grumpy as before.

 No matter how much you think you want Lian to be in a good home, Roy wants it more. 

 This is when you decide to help them.

 Come hell or high water.

It's been a couple of months— custody battles drag on, often kicking and screaming— and the work is delightful.

 ()

 Mostly.

 The second thing you figure out, and this one is against your will, is that Roy Harper is by all accounts charming.

 "You're late again."

 Roy gives you a once over and you feel unfairly conscious. You're not wearing your full suit today, not when Star City is in the middle of a heat wave. Roy throws you a slowly, lazy grin. It's handsome. In its own way, it is. You know for a fact that that exact expression is something that gets him out of a fair amount of trouble.

 You do your very best to scowl at him.

 He holds up a box of donuts sheepishly.

 "Sit down."

 He does, biting back a grin. You roll your eyes at him. "How's Lian?" You ask, swiping a doughnut and taking a bite. It's freshly made and it's from that little store down the street. A man of good taste.

 He shrugs flopping himself on one of the seats. "Oh you know, fixating on Dinosaurs, prepping a Ted talk about ponies for Ollie,  and getting indoctrinated into hockey."

 "Oh, that's nice."

 Roy pauses.

 You pause.

 A grin creeps into his features as you look up from your papers. Your features twist and contort with a million things on your mind but the first thing that comes out is, "Couldn't she pick something civilized like football?"

 This draws out a full-bellied laugh from Roy and your cheeks are burning. "Could be worse. She could play polo," Roy says, miming swinging a polo mallet while that smirk is still plastered to his face. This induces a frankly disgusted look from you and  Roy is one step away from dying of laughter.  You fight down a smile.  "Never took you for a hockey guy. Does Star city even have a hockey team?"

 "It does," he pauses like he's reevaluating the veracity of that statement then tacks on, "But we're more of Gotham Penguins fans."

 You blink. You fail entirely to keep the shock off your face. Gotham? Star City is bad but woof, Gotham? "That's... Gotham? What, you couldn't pick a less cursed shit-hole?" You have nothing against Gotham. Nothing personal. You just take offense to its existence.

 "Hey! My best friend happens to be from that shit-hole." You snort in response.  "And honestly, he's the hockey guy."  A friend who’s been in contact with the family. Good, you think. "Speaking of which, I need some character witnesses from you. I usually ask the client for any recommendations to make things expedient. You understand."

 He nods and he does. It's a courtesy. It gets on your client's nerve sometimes but he understands.

 As he lists the names, you're realizing slowly. That it's not just you who Roy's worked his charm on. It absolves you, a little. That feeling cracks seeping into rock dulling. It helps that it's not only friends but also teachers and medical personnel.

 "Dick Grayson?"

 You've heard the name before. Somewhere.

 Roy grimaces. This territory feels a little like scorched Earth but you press on. "He's the one who figured out I was shooting up." Roy braces for something. The tension in his muscles rising as you shuffle through some papers. You only realize you haven't said anything when you notice that he's gone dead quiet.

 "That's good."

 "He knows— he saw how bad it got."

 "Better."

 “He’s a cop.”

“Spectacular.”

“He could tell the court about my drug binges!”

 “He could tell the court the man you’ve become. You telling me that he figured out you were using, didn’t haul your ass to rehab, and you’re still friends? Fuckin’ christ, Harper.”

From Roy’s face, you can tell that you’ve got your voice raised up to an 11 but you can’t find yourself caring.  “Sorry,” you mumble burying your face in your hand then repeat more clearly, “I’m sorry.”

 Roy settles back into his skin. He laughs a little. “Wouldn’t they just ignore his testimony if we’re friends?”

“Depends on how we play it,” you say, looking up from your hands, “we could go with the friend angle but since he’s a cop who’s dealt with domestic violence cases—”

“He hates those,” Roy says with a bitterly, fond smile. 

 “Good. He’ll be able to give good testimony then.”

 “That is if he agrees.”

“You’re making your friends sound stellar,” you laugh and Roy’s shoulders ease despite the terseness of the sound. “Love the guy but he’s kind of a dick.”

 ()

 "What's your poison?" Roy asks, trotting out a smile that's bright and sweet and wholly inappropriate as you look over a transcript of Dick's testimony. It's manipulative— fully, aggressively aware of it— but your scowl falters anyway. He is aware that you're supposed to show him these transcripts without being coerced, right?

 "Cyanide."

  After a moment, you slide over the transcript to Roy to see if this'll end the conversation.

 It doesn't. Please, you're not that lucky.

 "A little old school, isn't it?" He says, sliding onto the corner of the desk, because sitting on chair to read isn't good enough. You cannot fault him for wanting to show off how those jeans fit on him though.

 "Nothing better than the classics," you say, going through Wally's transcript. It's long. Too long. You did tell Jess to take everything down. Taking down even the chewing noises seems excessive though.

 "C'mon," he says, leg bouncing, "you're not about to tell me you got nothing."

 Roy's always like this when Lian is at her mom's— agitated and ready to sink his teeth into anything also long as it keeps him busy. You think about pulling something tired like alcohol or cigarettes and some sob story out of your ass but upon reflection, remember that Roy is terribly perceptive. "Ask Mia."

 He pulls a face.

 You pull a face.

 "What?" hissing, defensive.

 Roy's still got that face on him. You backtrack. “Shit Roy, I didn’t mean anything by it. All I meant was Mia has dirt on me.” His face blows wide open from the confession. A victory but at what cost. Well, at least he’s not forcing you to put money in the swear jar.

“Why the hell would you give Mia, Mia Dearden, anything to blackmail you with?”

“Because…”

“Because?” he repeats expectantly. You sigh. "I was new at the game and I didn’t know any better so I thought telling the kid something embarrassing about me would make her feel better and get her to yanno, trust me." 

 "Did it work?"

 "No, but she at least said something other than fuck off."

 “Lian’s looking less like a handful, huh?”

“Lian’s an angel.”

 "She is. Listen," Roy says, cupping the back of his neck and cutting his eyes away, "Sorry. It's just— I'm sorry. I'm usually... better than this."

 You want to remind him you blew up on him just a couple of weeks ago but then he might say it was warranted. "Roy, I work in family court. The look you gave me is pretty much child's play."

 "Yeah?"

 "You should see divorce battles. Terrible. So yeah, you're fine. I get it."

 A grimace hooks on his features. "You're too sweet, you know that?"

 You stare blank faced at Roy. Your brain is overclocking to process those words because that stupid smile on his face is blocking everything else out. Collecting yourself, you scoff. "Hal'd have a dozen things to say about that."

 "Hey, as long as you didn't screw with his truck's engine, you're golden."

 "Of course, that was you."

 There's a bit where you two fall silent. It's comfortable. The shuffling of papers and the buzz of the space heater fills the room nicely like quilt draped over your body. Then as you lull into that trance like state you get into when you read documents, the clack of a box against your deck cuts through the buzz and brain is once again forced to inhabit the same plane of existence as the rest of you.

 You look down at the box and stare at it. An ugly little card board box scribbled with crayon butterflies and dinosaurs. Giving Roy a questioning look you tap the box. "Ollie's gonna be covering your legal fees..." That's not it because Roy chuckles. "Lian asked me to give you the jewelry box she made in class."

 Roy holds it out. It's obvious from the look you're giving him that you're still confused. "Connor told us it was your birthday last Tuesday."

 "Oh." You take it carefully. It's stupid, but for some reason, you're scared it'll shatter if you put too much pressure on it. Something warm and fuzzy bubbles up inside you. "Thank you."

 ()

You never knew just how much projectile macaroni would hurt, but Thursday seemed like the perfect time to find out.

 "Seriously, Mr. Harper, I'm fine," you say, holding the ice pack to your forehead. You are not actually fine. You feel like starting a petition to ban macaroni arts and crafts from schools but other than that, you're fine.

 "Let me check," he insists. Lian is sobbing and clinging to your side. It's a little crowded.

 You rub Lian's back. "I'm telling you it's fine. There's no bleeding."

 "On the outside, what if there's some on the inside?"

 "That's where it's supposed to be!"

 "I'm sooooooorry!" Lian sobs, her tears and snot getting all over your suit as she clings even tighter. "Please don't be mad. I'm sorry."

 You set the ice pack down and scoop Lian up. "See," you say, turning your face to show your eye. "Fine."

 "U-huh," Roy huffs, crossing his arms.

 You glower at him then Lian hiccups, mouth-wobbling to keep another sob in. "You're still mad."

 "I promise. I'm not. It just... stings a little."

 "I'm sorry," she wails, "don't leave."

 You and Roy look at each other startled. More than that he actually looks panicked by the idea. You can't blame him. Finding a different lawyer at this stage is honestly a horrible idea. You, on the other hand, are struck by the fact that leaving them had never even been an option.

 It's, well, wow. You're attached. Wow. Ok. Shit, you think. Scrubbing your hands over your face, you muffle a scream into your palms and debate whether to call Ollie and tell him to never sicc clients on you ever again.  Instead, you call Hal because fuck, if anyone's going to be the voice of reason at 3 fucking AM, it's gonna be the former alcoholic who is up talking to God or something.

 "I. Am. Going. To. Block. You."

 "I think I'm attached."

 Hal cackles then hangs up. He blocks you by the way. True to his fucking word, Hal blocks you and you're left to stew in your own self-recrimination and fighting off thinking about Roy. You stare up at the ceiling and god, you want to cry and "Jesus fuck, Roy," you think. He and Lian can't just walk into your life and throw it up against a wall and fucking rob it of its lunch money.

 Two hours later, you're on Ollie's front door, staring up at a light-polluted sky.

 Ollie comes out in his fluffy pink-slippered glory and hands you a mug. "You on a bender?"

 "Some people call those 3-day weekends."

 "Same people who would call neighborhood watch on you for sitting outside at 4 AM."

 "Fucking weirdos."

 Ollie laughs. "So, last time you did this, you wanted me to talk you out of law school because you were scared it'd cost your folks too much. What's up?"

 "I need you to talk me out of something." You're not exactly famous for self sabotage but you've never avoided it. Besides, who better to ask about shitty love life decisions than Ollie. He probably knows this. He probably sees this written all over your face but he humors you. "What extremely good life decision am I talking you out of now?"

 You give him a sideways look.

 "I've... I got attached."

 Ollie's quiet.

 Ollie's never quiet.

 You scrunch up your face. Reading his micro-expressions in the dark is not the smartest move but there's just enough definition on his face that has you wanting to throw the mug at him. "Hal told you," you say dangerously flat.

 "Texted," he clarifies.

 "Hal told you."

 " 'bout 5 minutes before you got here, so I could get it all out of my system."

 That more than anything pisses you off. The nerve they have for courtesy when you're having an emotional crisis. You set the mug down. It's a stiff gesture that has Ollie on edge. He's about to say something when you bolt up and shuffle angrily to your car.

 "You got attached, so what? Roy tends to make people do that."

 Your nostrils are flaring. It's a strange thing to focus on while your blood is boiling, but you hold on to it, not ready to take a swing. "So what?" Your fingers flex. "Ollie, do you hear yourself?" They curl into a fist. "So what?!" The wind-up. "Ollie, if I fuck this up, Roy's going to lose Lian. And I am going to fuck this up because I will." The words fly at Oliver like a fist.

 You're shaking. You're inconsolable.  You're going to fail.

 The other shoe is always going to drop. 

 “Kid," Ollie leans his weight against your car, "I could have hired the best lawyers money could buy.”

 “Are you bragging?”

 Ollie scrubs his hands over his face, looking exasperated. “Just listen for a sec, ok?”

 “All ears.”

 “I coulda gotten Roy any lawyer, anyone, but you’re the best, you got that? How many cases have I thrown your way?”

 "50."

 "How many have you won?"

 "What does that matter?"

 "Answer the question."

 "47. Every case is new and you know it. Just because I won..."  You feel tired. The adrenaline buzzing through you is fading. Ollie rests his hand on the back of your neck. “Well shit, Ollie,” you laugh in the floppiest way you've gone through a mental breakdown. "Thanks."

 "No problem. Just stop coming before the sun rises. The neighbors are starting to get the wrong idea."

 "Sure, but you gotta do me a favor too."

 "Hmmm?"

 "Stop sending me supermodels. My neighbors are starting to get the wrong idea."

Roy's a little pale. It's like the color's been bleached out of him. You think, a little defensively, that this says a lot about how much he trusts your capabilities. Maybe you're projecting. He's probably more worried about losing Lian. The way he's holding her tight to him like he's trying to fuse her into his ribs to keep her safe.

 She waggles, bored. She looks up at you and you give her a weak wave. You're not really paying attention to her but devoting most of it to Roy whose face is trying not to fall apart. You don't know how he's keeping his voice even or who he's even calling.

 You lean against the wall and make faces at Lian.

 A good lawyer would read through notes or something right now, but you did all of that last night.

 The call ends and Roy looks up at you tired and grimacing. "Ya think we got a shot?"

 "Mr. Harper," you say, more gentle than strictly necessary, "I'll get you more than a shot," mimicking his pantomimed polo shot.

 "All you family court lawyers this cocky?" The grimace turns crooked and fond.

 "Only if they're as good as me, yeah."

 ()

 "Kidnapping is classified as a felony offense under federal law that has a minimum of a 5-year prison sentence."

 "A, you and smart ass over there are adults," Ollie says, waggling a butter knife at Roy, "B, Lian came willingly. C, what cop is going to believe you if you say, 'they kidnapped me for free waffles.' Boohoo. Just take a seat."

 Roy crosses his arms and glowers at Ollie who took the spot next to Lian at the exact same time as Hal took the spot next to Dinah leaving only one chair. Now, Roy is not a paranoid man, but the timing is a little suspect. 

 You side-eye Roy, breaking your staring contest with Hal. "Why exactly do you have that memorized? Should I be concerned?"

 "No."

 "Be very concerned," Hal says.

 You look at Roy. He holds his hands up defensively. "Look, I was mad at Ollie and Jesus, I wasn't being serious!"

 You blink, gape, then cover your mouth and look like you're about to tell him exactly what crime he's committed by opening his mouth. Ollie, helpfully, explains what Roy is floundering on. "When he was a teenager, he said he would tell people I kidnapped him if I didn't let him go with his friends on a weekend trip."

 Roy's a little in love with you when you smile at him, corners of your mouth sticky with syrup. "Thank you," He leans in, whole body falling into your orbit, breath brushing against your ear, "and it's Roy now. I can't have you calling me Mr. Harper on a date."

 "Do I even have to point out how ridiculous that sounds?"

 "It's been said," Ollie says casually.

 "Great," Roy says, "now, where's the other chair?"

 Dinah shrugs, covering up the twitch of her lips by biting into a waffle. Hal opts to innocently look around. Ollie straight up ignores the question. Lian, well, Lian does some mental math before lighting up. "Musical chairs!" she cheers. 

 You'd like to see the work for that one. 

 "I feel like I'm entitled to a chair," you say, "since I won the case. I feel like that's fair."

 "There's a chair right there."

 "Dinah, there's a chair. Singular. Me and Roy's muscles would never fit."

 Hal chokes on his waffle. If he dies, you could get his chair. It's more pleasant to think about than what you just said.

 You sadly miss the tinge of pink creeping up Roy's skin. Or the way he flinches away when he's realized he'd subconsciously drifted in your space once again— something he's been trying to avoid the past few months. 

 You both shift your weight awkwardly and stare at the chair. 

 "I think we could fit."

 You look at the chair skeptically. "You sure?"

 "Do we have a choice?"

 You cram yourselves awkwardly on the chair– arms, knees, legs, and shoulders bumping. It's a terrible process trying to keep up with the rhythm of the table while you're all tangled up with another person. Even engaging in shop talk, which you normally do like breathing air, is made difficult by all the squirming. You both mumble apologies as you try and fail to find the right places to slot your limbs into only accomplishing more skin-to-skin contact that has your hearts racing.  It's painful when Hal and Ollie hint at your crush. It's especially headache-inducing when they just tell Roy to ask you out on a date as a thank you. This is quite literally painful because the waffle comes back up your throat like it's demanding a rematch. You ignore the fact that Roy doesn't strenuously object to the idea.

 You give up eventually. Not before Ollie can laugh at your predicament. Such a fucking asshole.

 "Take it down a notch love birds." 

 "Bite me." You say it as seriously as you can with a cheek full of waffles. 

 "Don't threaten him with a good time," Roy quips.

Roy's a little in love with you when you smile at him, corners of your mouth sticky with syrup. "Thank you," He leans in, whole body falling into your orbit, breath brushing against your ear, "and it's Roy now. I can't have you calling me Mr. Harper on a date."

[themuselesswriter]

Imagine: Dating Bruce Wayne

and yes I’m using black canary’s gifs cause wtf she’s hot af

“Hello there handsome, Bruce Wayne, isn’t it?”

“How about you tell me your name over a drink?”

“I didn’t expect to see you here”

“Well, I’m full of surprises, aren’t I?”

“I’m heading out for a drink, you’re in?”

“Or we could stay in, I have the finest winery in Gotham, Alfred could prepare us a meal right after I finish my workout”

“Are you seriously leaving me after everything we’ve been through?”

“I’m tired Bruce, of the disappearances, the secrets! It’s like i don’t even know who you are!”

[dollwritesarchive]

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[lylethewaterguy]

I’m sorry... how has it been years and I’ve read this several times yet I somehow never realised that Ollie is shooting Roy’s hat into the ocean?????

[fashion-runways]

okay, i promised an explanation and i won’t go into too many details because honestly i’m still kind of a mess and there’s a lot we don’t know yet and everything but-- 2 weeks ago out of nowhere, in the middle of the night at 6am cops showed up at our home and raided our apartment and stuck around up until 2pm just making a mess of the whole place and taking photos and whatever, they broke the downstairs front door (which we now have to pay to replace off our own money), made an absolute mess of every room in the apartment, took every electronic device except our phones (and that’s only because i started crying about having all my healthcare info on an app and how i was going to lose all my appointments, and i think they felt bad for us?) and detained my father. they have barely given us information on what he’s accused of, they’re still nowhere near investigating those devices they took so they won’t give them back to us, and we have no freaking idea if or when my dad is coming back, because again, they’re not giving us a lot of information. on top of that my dad is pretty old, he's 65, he was supposed to have surgery this month because he can’t see very well from one eye (his workplace was paying for it) and he kinda can’t hear very well from one ear too, even though he refuses to accept it, and he’s been on anxiety medication for a while, so i’m kind of scared of what will happen to him without actual medical care or a nice place to sleep every night?? i don’t know. i truly don't.

now, this as you can imagine is traumatizing enough as it was, and it continues to be, but on top of that my dad was pretty much the only person with a stable job and a concistent income in this family, so now that he’s detained and we literally have no idea when he’ll come back, me and my mom got basically left in the dark. and even if he comes back, like, i don’t know, next week? i’m pretty sure he’ll get fired because he’s been missing work for 2 weeks now. i have some money that i saved from the stuff you guys send me, my mom has some money she makes, but it’s... obviously not enough, and this is a really stressful situation to be in, obviously, i wouldn't wish this on my worst enemies tbh.

so... i don’t know. i can’t promise i’ll post anything new because i’m limited to mobile for god knows how long, that’s why i’ve been reposting stuff. and if you want to help, if you enjoy the blog, if you have anything to spare, that would really be helpful. i know this sounds insane what happened, and trust me it still doesn’t feel real sometimes?? like i’m going to wake up and it'll be a bad dream? i don’t know. as always, since i’m from latin america, anything helps. literally even the smallest amount of money helps. sorry this post is so long and so trauma dump-y, but i said i’d explain and i need help more than ever, this blog is basically the only semi-stable thing i have income wise. if anyone wants me to tag this with any trigger warning specifically, let me know, i wouldn’t know what to tag this myself.

anyway, i have my kofi account that i link in every post i make here: https://ko-fi.com/fashionrunways and my redbubble account: https://www.redbubble.com/people/dinah-lance/shop if you’d want to buy something instead. and as always thanks for loving this blog and for always helping us, i know it doesn't seem like it matters sometimes, but it does to me 💖

[bish-0-p]

two of my most recent comms from @l1-b1 that make me ILL /pos

on the left is my version of pietro maximoff (quicksilver) braiding his daughter luna's hair before they go to bed. on the right is dinah lance (black canary) how i imagine her. every once in awhile i look at these two images and just sob because they captured them so well <33

[bitimdrake]

pssssst hey quick question on the dl - who is helena bartinelli??

i cannot answer anon questions on the dl, so answer on the up-high, which she deserves:

HUNTRESS

a.k.a. Helena Bertinelli, a.k.a. Gotham's coolest and most notable antihero, crossbow-wielder, and purple bat-associated vigilante.

Helena was born to an Italian mob family, but spent her childhood blissfully unaware of the family business--until her entire family was slaughtered in front of her when she was eight. She stayed with family overseas for the rest of her childhood, learning how to fight and protect herself.

She came back to Gotham for both vengeance and justice, and became one of Gotham's many vigilantes. Though her focus is on the mob, she'll step in to stop any crime.

She's also a schoolteacher! Good for her.

She is discerning in who she chooses to kill, but she does kill. As you can imagine, this put her at odds with Batman for a long time. Helena is pretty much the premiere example of Bruce trying to claim control over every vigilante in Gotham, no matter how little right he has. The argument on killing/ethics is valid, but his default was basically "do exactly what I say and fall in line under my command, or stop completely," which is why he's an asshole control freak and why I'm constantly mad about how she was treated 👍

She was an absolute mainstay of the Batfamily before Flashpoint (2011) and it is personally hurtful to me that people don't know her. (Like, to be frank? She had far more of a presence than Damian or (living) Jason in the post-crisis era.)

You could count on seeing her in any major Batfamily crossover, from Cataclysm to Battle for the Cowl.

She was central to the biggest Batfamily crossover ever, No Man's Land, where Gotham was locked off from the rest of the country and turned into a lawless wasteland. Bruce left to sulk for the first couple of months and in absence of any other vigilantes in the field (only Oracle having remained in the city), Helena donned the mantle of the Bat for herself to protect the city. And when Batman came back, in return for all she'd done, she got...yelled at, assigned impossible tasks and criticized for not achieving them, her costume stolen and given to someone else, lied to, abandoned in the face of impossible odds, and shot multiple times protecting kids. Absolute fucking hero, honestly.

She also was on the Justice League for a while, though admittedly I have barely touched that run. To my understanding, despite nominating her for the position, Bruce was also the one to revoke her membership there.

Fortunately! things improved!!

In the early/mid 2000s, Helena joined the Birds of Prey, Oracle's team, and found legit friendships and support there with teammates like Dinah Lance/Black Canary. She finally got more respect in the community, and had a much better time.

Additional relationships include:

A big sister/annoying little brother type thing with Tim, who may disapprove of her killing but simply likes making friends too much :)

A great relationship with Vic Sage/the Question

One single issue where she met Steph that presented SUCH interesting potential that I desperately wish had been followed up on

On and off romantic/sexual tension with Dick, depending on the writer, which culminated in a single hook up that apparently most people around here would rather pretend didn't happen, though I really don't think it's that bad

A complicated relationship with Barbara, partially due to clashing personalities and conflicting morals (with Babs being nearly as much of a control freak as Bruce), and partially due to a shared history with Dick because DC loves making women be catty

Surely others from her first solo or time on the JLA that I don't know well enough to list!

She's rad and determined and takes no shit but cares a lot, and I love her. We deserve more stories tying her teaching day job into her night work. We also deserve more stories with her in general.

If you would like additional Helena beyond just cruising my tag, I recommend:

Batman/Huntress: Cry for Blood - far more Huntress than Batman, this is a great 6-issue miniseries about Helena reckoning with her past, ft the Question.

Batman: No Man's Land - if you have the time for it, a big storyline but worth it.

Birds of Prey vol 1 (1999) - Helena starts to appear around issue #57 and becomes a central character from there.

[fandomnerd9602]

Do you do Arrow (CW Arrow)

Can you do one where all the women has a crush on reader☺

Sara: hey hot stuff

Mia: you free tonight, Y/N?

Dinah: baby I could sing you quite a song tonight

Felicity: Y/N I could show you some private hacking techniques

Mia: hands off Mom! You have Dad!

Y/N: what is going on with everyone, today?

Oliver: hey Y/N, Dr Fate left some magic cologne here. Have you seen it?

Y/N: was it in an hourglass looking bottle?

Oliver: the very same.

Y/N: Uh oh.



[tbcanary]

haiii uhm. idk if anyone has asked this but what are some of your favorite character costumes/outfits :O

iggy i love and adore you and i love this question. hold on, i have to dig up some images.

okay. i dug up some images. so many, in fact, that i hit image limit on this post and had to trim some things down. let's go through it.

we're gonna just go ahead and start out with dinah lance, the light of my life. this whole post won't be sorted by character, but she's the one i have the most images of, so she gets her own section.

i know people really, really love the short-haired, less effeminate dinah we get in grell's 80s run. i'll get to her! but i'm going to start by saying that her looks in the green lantern/green arrow run are all-time. please consider, if you will, the most fashionable lady in the room:

(i can't include the house robe from snowbirds, but know that i spiritually do count it as part of this post. i hold it near and dear. for now, these two looks will do.)

her long black hair. her little white vest. the statement necklace for her date with ollie. and look, i would include ollie here too, because his outfits in this run are PEAK seventies dad energy, but i don't have the space and i like dinah more, so you get these.

then comes the 80s, when dinah is in her element. short black hair, noir vibes, wearing graphic tees for things like "seattle slugfest." (in longbow hunters, at least.)

she gets some cute looks in grell's run, obviously, but i'm partial to this little skirt and sleeveless denim button-up because it's so very unlike her. she was putting in the work to look cute, and i appreciate it. oliver, meanwhile, looks like fred from scooby doo.

the 1991 run is important because of her extremely high heeled boots with the BIG cuffs around the calves. i miss the cuffs. i wish they would return to me. but the actual panels i think about the most from this run are when she cuts her fishnet stockings and uses them to tie her hair back.

wh. who. i want to know which people in the writer's room decided that was a feasible option. i just want to talk. i can't imagine a less stable hairstyle to go karate-chop some yacht pirates. come on now. but also, she even ties them in a bow? i love her so much. what the fuck is happening.

she has a lot of good looks in birds of prey (1999), honestly, but none of the artists have EVER IN THEIR LIFE seen a woman's chest. not a one. i'm going to go ahead and stick to the two things i love: the fringed leather jacket (iconic) and the long-pants jumpsuit that they did instead of the fishnets.

i don't know WHY they got rid of the fishnets, honestly, but i like this turtleneck situation and the yellow accents. also her communicator necklace on full display <3 she also usually wears a motor jacket OVER the jumpsuit. slay!

(it's maybe a little sacrilegious to like the long pants costume, given that she is so well-known for the bodysuit and fishnets. but to be fair, even when they cut the legs off this suit, she still isn't wearing the stockings. her legs are naked. 0/10 what the HELL.)

sean izaakse deserves his own post and i would not be able to pick out a limited number of panels from his work on green arrow (2023) but i will say i love dinah's new costume, i love the texture on her jacket, and i love that she gets to have the little canary logo on the chest now.

i assume this was more of a birds of prey (2023) design and not izaakse's personal design, but i love how he draws her hair, and she's so short compared to everyone, and overall she just looks good. zero complaints here.

(actually, i do have a few complaints, they just aren't about dinah. one, lian's eyes should be brown. two, ollie should have KEPT HIS HORRIBLE MANBUN, THAT'S MY DAD. and three, mia's cape should still be yellow on the outside. otherwise, the art in this run is perfect.)

speaking of mia.

the art of green arrow (2001) is not like. my favorite art style ever in terms of aesthetics. but hester really, really sets the tone for a lot of these characters through his design choices. particularly mia, which makes a lot of sense given this is her introduction and he did a lot of the initial work with her character.

the thought put into her costuming. she's wearing baggy clothes to contrast with what she wore before she moved in with ollie, she has the hair up in a messy ponytail, etc etc. this mia is everything to me. and i love ollie, too. he looks like a cartoon dad from a nickelodeon show. which is exactly who he is, to me.

we're gonna detour from dc and into marvel for just a second but don't worry we'll come right back. i was really excited when kelly thompson and leo romero were announced for birds of prey (2023) because i really liked their work on hawkeye (2016). it's such a good style for kate bishop, in particular; it feels very youthful and the style just suits her. this is The Kate Bishop, to me, outside of the 2012 run.

(i also really, really like the way dinah is drawn in birds of prey (2023). she's small, she's compact, she looks like someone who's been doing gymnastics and karate her whole life. i could also fit her in my pocket! perfect!!!!)

but yeah okay i mentioned it so i also need to shout out hawkeye 2012. this comic's aesthetics were so fucking on point, and it is one of my favorite ones i've ever edited because it has such an INTENTIONAL color palette and use of graphics like the arrows and bullseyes.

like i know everyone talks about how good this run is but that's because it is LITERALLY that fucking good. the writing. the art. the characterization. ugh. life-changing.

anyway that's enough marvel (for now). back to my hovel. dc.

spiritworld (2023) was so fun. the art is so intentionally drawing on manga and i loved it from the first issue. you can feel the love put into the character design and the color work, and xanthe's cool bomber jacket and undercut is SO essential. this is the nonbinary rep we deserve.

shoutout to cass's look in this comic, too. i LOVE this costume for her. it moves in such a fun and exciting way when she's flipping around and moving through the air, it has a new silhouette, AND it STILL has the bat on the chest. perfect. everything to me. never change.

that being said, i DO have a favorite cass look, and it's these specific panels from batgirl (2000). the style in most of that comic is great, it's super funky and fun, but these were the panels i saw that ended up solidifying in my brain as "oh, that's cass."

also from batgirl (2000) though, i love the funky design choices because they give us things like PEAK takes on stephanie brown's spoiler costume. she's just a fucking blob to me. look at her.

steph has a lot of fun looks, to me, but my favorite will always be the era in like, issues 110-112 of robin (1993), where they gave her a bob cut and big :pleading: emoji eyes.

i do wish she'd had freckles at this time. i know they were a later addition, but i like them. they add character.

unrelated to AAAANY of that, i need to talk about poison ivy (2022). this run is stuuuuuunning. i've only pulled panels of pamela here because i LOVE the way her freak body horror is done, as well as the way her hair is drawn, but the scenery and the textures of this comic as a whole are insane.

even when the story isn't grabbing me, the art does. it's beautiful, it's unlike any other comic i'm reading right now, and it is one of the first comics i ever looked at that made me go, oh fuck, that's an ART piece. ykwim.

HOWEVER. if we're talking about comics that are just. art. through and through. there are a couple others i need to mention.

supergirl: woman of tomorrow is stunning. the colorwork, the hair texture, the EXPRESSIVENESS of the FACES. ugh. this comic made me cry, yeah, but it also made me stroke the pages lovingly because of the beautifully rendered colors.

i love that kara doesn't always look Pretty. i love that she gets bloody, and beat up, and she looks tired and sad and sick sometimes. i love that it is so beautiful and also you can see genuine hurt on kara's face. ugh. UGH. this comic!!!!

now for the indie shit lol. die (2020) is sooooo lovely. stephanie hans is ordinarily a cover artist, but she jumped onto this project to do pages, and my GOD is it beautiful. the character design, the colors, the expressions. it feels like a PAINTING and i want to EAT it.

there's a lot of body horror and gruesome stuff in here. but like, somehow, even that manages to look pretty? i love the painterly textures. i love how the tone influences the colors. it's all just stunning. i need to go reread this one right now, actually.

annnnnnnd! last one, i promise! it's time for THE FORGED (2023).

i love this comic. everyone in it is a lesbian with an atypical body type, half of them are wearing bondage gear, and it's all set in a space sci-fi setting with more lore than you can shake a stick at.

and on TOP of all of THAT. LOOK HOW BEAUTIFUL THE COLORS ARE.

there are a few honorable mentions i don't have room to include images of, so i'm gonna go off and list them now:

the wild west arc of exiles (2012) in that very painterly style

the scenery and background work in wonder woman: the hiketeia

the INCREDIBLY clean lines and sharp colorwork of dan mora in world's finest (2023)

the super sketchy and rough pencil-esque art in the back half of green arrow/black canary (especially mia! i love her!)

i am sorry but i enjoy the very sharp style of batgirls (2022). i don't necessarily endorse the writing or the story of the run, but i think the shapes are good. sorry. take me out back, i know.

young justice (1998) also has very cute cartoony art!! i haven't read much of it yet, but every time i see it, it makes me smile. which is the point, i think?

OKAY. PHEW. do you regret asking me yet, gobby. did you get what you came for. am i welcome to come yell at you about the forged (2023) and die (2020) until the day we both shed this mortal coil and depart for the great beyond.

that's it ily mwah thank you for the best question i've ever been asked <3333

[story-weavr]

What if: Justice League gets hit with a spell that brings out their “inner animal”

Continuation of Superman as Kryptonian bird post.

Batman_ Bruce Wayne = Wolf 🐺

Territorial yet family-oriented; scary hunter

Wonder Woman_ Diana Prince = Lioness 🦁

She is a being of love who has strong bonds of sisterhood. I’m basing it more off what the character creator was going for.

Aquaman_ Arthur Curry = Gorilla 🦍

I couldn’t find an aquatic creature where a father leads and protects the group. Arthur is a responsible warrior-king.

But in addition to his serious side, Arthur is playful.

Martian Manhunter _ J’onn J’onz/ John Jones = Zook 🐶

I had a very hard time finding Martian fauna that matched J’onn’s complex personality of hardened survivor, logical detective, & empathetic/mischievous individual.

So I head canon the zook, a Martian canine similar to a dog.

Flash_ Barry Allen = Golden Retriever 🐶

Barry is a kind, loving person who is also a dedicated, hardworking detective. He is both a family person and a hunter. A dog is perfect for him.

Idk if Golden Retriever matches him because they are not very good guard dogs but I have no clue what breed would be. Thoughts?

Green Lantern_ Hal Jordan = Macaw 🦜

Hal is stubborn but not to the point of blindness like a badger. He is also imaginative and flying is his life.

Green Arrow _ Oliver Queen = Tiger 🐯

Before Oliver became the socially conscience jokester we know today, he came onto the hero scene freshly returned from being marooned on an island where he fought viciously everyday for survival.

Star City was no different from that jungle. But when he felt safer and more comfortable, he became far more playful. This just reminds me of a tiger in a zoo.

Not to mention he is insanely protective. Tigress’s raise the babies, daddies keep a damn close eye from a distance.

Black Canary_ Dinah Lance = Tigress 🐯

I swear I’m not being lazy; Dinah is literally a solitary yet social animal. She does her own thing but she does partner-ups and teams.

She is also insanely protective of those she seems family

Let me know in the comments if y’all agree or not! 😊🙏🏻

[shepherds-of-haven]

I just found the Dark!Shepherds AU and it got me curious. You likened them to the Justice League a bunch, so what superheroes would the ROs be? It doesn’t have to be DC either, Marvel works too.

Hi there, the #superhero tag also has some answers that are analogous to this (like what would be their favorite superheroes would be in a modern AU or what a literal #superhero AU would look like with them as the Justice League), but if you're talking about which literal real-life DC/Marvel superheroes they'd be or what roles they'd fill in their version of the Justice League, I think:

Blade: realistically he's probably Batman, but without the remorse over killing... so maybe Cassandra Cain or Damien Wayne without being a little kid?? Let's just go with Batman (he can share the role with Riel down below) - paranoid and tetchy, hyper-vigilant, keeps to the shadows, does a lot of his work in secret, trained by the League of Shadows before turning against them if we're putting in Batman Begins lore, etc.

Trouble: Superman or Captain America (idealistic, good-hearted, patriotic, etc., the "face" or mascot of the League)

Tallys: Vixen, keeps to herself but definitely still a member of the League, cares more about helping the world/nature than her social dynamics with the other heroes. Could also see her being Huntress (Helena Bertinelli JLU version) for her desire for revenge and her rivalry with Black Canary (aka Lavinet) below

Shery: Oracle or Red Tornado (Young Justice version); takes on a more secondary, overseer role or even the role of the homemaker

Riel: Batman (the tactician, world's greatest detective, would always be prepared to bring down the others if they became too powerful/corrupt, would keep files on their strengths and weaknesses, etc.). Ironman, of course, would also be a very fitting analogue for him: billionaire genius inventor who uses tech to supplement his lack of natural powers

Chase: I feel like most of the superheroes are most analogous to him are female LOL I feel like Catwoman (thief, antihero, oftentimes aligns herself with the good guys--especially recently) is the closest idea I have, but I'm open to hearing others!

Red: Dr. Fate (magic-user who dabbled with things he shouldn't have) or Dr. Strange? (idk anything about him to be honest, my knowledge heavily skews DC, but if the vibe fits)

Ayla: Hawkgirl (JLU version): distrustful of outsiders, has her own secrets and motivations, fiery but a powerful hero who comes from another land (or, more accurately, another planet)

Briony: Starfire--bubbly, a bit ditzy, extremely passionate and emotional, wears her heart on her sleeve, "foreigner" who has to learn (or relearn) the ways of the Earthlings and acclimate fast

Lavinet: Black Canary (Dinah Lance)--trained by a mentor to rival Wonder Woman in combat prowess despite being a mostly normal human, joined the League against parental protest and permission, but also has strong social and mediation skills/emotional intelligence (Young Justice version)

Halek: John Constantine? I don't even remember if he's a part of the League lol but, you know, exorcist, chain smoker, kind of disenfranchised... it fits in my head...

Mimir: Raven (Teen Titans version)--I imagine their voices being very similar, too!

[paladin-of-nerd-fandom65]

You’re welcome for the questions, got some more for you :)

1: I know puns are the duos favorite type of humor, what’s the duos least favorite type of humor?

2: I know that they are best friends but do they have a second? I can see Jake being 2nd best friends with Robert Long; in my universe that I’m still in the process of making they are 1st best friends ;)

3: what’s Jake’s & mar’is relationship with starfires sister komand’r?

4: let’s say they are allowed to use firearms, what type of guns would they use?

5: in relation to the question above, what’s your opinion about the new rocksteady game where you play task force x to kill the justice league? Imagine if instead you play as the starburst duo, superboy jon kent, & night star instead; instead of killing the league just knocking them out instead.

6: what’s something the duo does that annoys other people? In “canon” Chris does slurp his noodles very loudly.

Apologies for the delays and the lack of answering on time @pin-crusher2000

But here’s a little something I try in can make up for some lost time ;-)

1) Intense Toliet humor, Racially Charged Jokes without any tact or awareness, Shock Value Anti Humor, Overly Long Running Gags where Barely anything happens…Basically a catalogue of jokes one can find in a bad episode or Family Guy or the many knock offs of South Park. Those are the humor types that the Duo would very much like to avoid if they can help it

2) Chris’ second best friend can be either Sin Lance (adoptive daughter of Dinah Lance aka Black Canary) and/or one of his classmates from Hamilton County Middle School who can something of a Jimmy Olsen to his Clark Kent as the two are frequent partners in the school’s own newspaper.

As for Jake, while actually Robbie Long is Mar’i’s second best friend (A next Gen Wonder Twins if you may), his secondary choice for a friend goes mainly to Jasper Logan, the son of Beast Boy and Raven (created by @fireflyxrebel-writes and @hains-mae). The two had met ever since basically when they were toddlers and often stuck close to each other plenty of times in play dates and other hang outs they did.

3) Well as given much thought in many posts like these throughout my blog, the two love their Auntie Blackfire and vice versa. At this point, Kom had more or less reformed away from her villainous actions, akin to the McU Loki reformed in a way by the time of Thor Ragnorak, becoming something of a trickster ally to his brother. That applies also to Kom whom acts as that lovely Aunt who lets the kids in some crazy stories from the past and lets them have some fun behind the parnets’ backs.

4) Hmmm…..a case like this would probably entail something of an AU that has no superpowers, no capes meaning no heroes nor supervillains and the two being of the right age and properly trained to weld these weapons.

Now that’s established; Chris’ main arm would be a small carbine with a semi automatic mode of firing and bullets that can penetrate with precision.

For Jake, his main weapon of choice can be a bolt action rifle which can be fired from very far distances and has a scope that can be attached for aiming at very far away targets.

Again these are if there’s an AU that is No Capes and the Duo are registered adults who proper training and no superpowers. Its picky on my part I know but I feel it’s the best chance circumstances for this ask

5) Now That’ll be a game I’d play for a dollar and then some. If the mechanics of their superpowers are incorporated in place of the weapons and gear Task Force X uses instead and hopefully with an engaging enough story that reads like the good comics they adapt from, it’s a game I can see myself playing

Now if only hopefully it doesn’t come with a plethora of methods the Triple A game industry like to deploy to squeeze real money out of its customers including say Battle Passes, Cosmetic DLC or heaven forbid Loot Boxes

6) Maybe unintentionally on their part, Chris and Jake have a tendency to blurt out some funny voices they make when talking about other people they’ve encountered or TV shows they watched and replay in their minds when in public which certainly can get them some attention.

Otherwise besides Chris’ slurping, I can see Jake practicing some tongue twisters or popping his mouth when he’s bored at a pace and there’s nothing else to entertain himself, like say if his phone is low on battery so he’d not use it

[bluejaysandblackbats]

blood on your altar

Fandom: DC Comics, Titans (fab five), Aquafam, Arrowfam

Summary: Roy Harper is haunted by a strange sight he witnessed while on holiday by the seaside.

Chapters: 1/?

Characters: Roy Harper, Garth, Oliver Queen, Hal Jordan, Dinah Lance

Relationships: Roy Harper/Garth

Additional Tags: Cannibal Mermaid AU, Sacrifice, Cannibalism as a Metaphor, Secrets, Angst, Romance, Horror, 1950's AU

Chapter One: Stained Glass

I watched the thing, meat in its teeth, blood dribbling down its chin as it growled and moaned. Wretched thing. Beautiful thing. Blood drunk. Red drunk. Like wine. My strange beast slurped flesh off the bone as it became more of a man and less of a thing. Claws became fingers. Dark reflective scales like abalone shells became flesh. Its eyes were man's eyes. First, they were bright candles behind amethyst stained glass windows, and then... Dark and dull indigo like a boy's. He wiped the blood from his lips, pretty and pink, before lying on his back in the sand. He spread his arms and legs in a shameful display, unashamed of his nakedness. He writhed pleasurably as the waves lapped at his bare skin. I gripped the fabric of my jacket, swallowing the lump in my throat as I watched my boy-creature. 

I knew it was wrong to watch the way I did, but the blood in my body rushing south only encouraged my voyeurism. I continued, guiltily watching my creature amid a lustful act, his now-human hands poking and tickling his loins, then flapping it back and forth, then as if he'd figured it out, he began to stroke and squeeze and gasp. I couldn't bear to look away. Hungry, dreadful, sinful curiosity captured me. It swallowed me whole, making parts of me long for a man in ways that I'd never imagined. I watched until he dribbled, then spurted alabaster white onto pink-blue flesh. Cold flesh from the looks of it. Then something changed. His man eyes flashed back to their stained-glass amethyst, shining brightly in my direction. I hid behind a boulder, holding my breath. I dropped to my knees and peeked around the corner, watching him crawl to the ocean. Cover his nakedness. Cover his acts. He glanced in my direction, still unable to see me while I hid again. “Who's thir?” he shouted. “Who's thir?” It was a strange accent, but not completely unintelligible. I didn't move. I didn't breathe. 

I stayed there until his honey-sweet voice stopped calling. By that time, he was already inside me. His eyes, his voice, his flesh. His chin was soaked with blood. Every little detail seeped into my brain and my heart, and I couldn't stand it. “I willny haert ye…” 

I crawled on my hands and knees until I bumped into Ollie’s shins. He groaned, bracing himself as he crouched. “Having fun down there?” Ollie asked. I couldn’t stand up. The creature burrowed into my mind, chilling me to the bone. Ollie extended a hand. He worried about me. It wasn’t without reason. He took me out of California to clear my head. Dinah and Hal suggested a trip to the seaside would improve my health. 

“Did you hear someone yelling?” I asked. Ollie shook his head as he pulled me to my feet. 

“It’s getting late, kid… Let’s go inside,” Ollie suggested. I followed him up the carved stone steps to the house. The faded pale green-grey house with its old beat-up hemlock green shutters. The windchimes blew around, singing hollow wood songs in the cool night breeze. Ollie asked me to go inside and shut the inner shutters to prepare for the coming storm. As I stepped inside the house, the boy-creature’s face faded from my memory. Seeing him felt like no more than a strange dream.

Dinah sat beside the radio with a glass of wine. She hummed to the radio’s tune. It always calmed my nerves. I sat on the floor by Dinah’s feet, and Ollie sat beside her. “What spooked you, Roy?” Hal asked. He noticed. I must’ve looked ill. “Were you out on the beach tonight?” 

“Don’t fill his head with all those ghost stories, Hal,” Ollie warned him. Dinah took a sip and smiled. 

“Awww, come on, Ollie. I wanna hear it,” Dinah replied. She kicked off her shoes and threw her feet over Ollie’s lap. He discreetly ran her thumb across her calf.

“Tell your story, Hal,” Dinah smiled. 

“You must beware of nighttime swims in coastal towns and cities. There are women… Women who dwell in the waters like fish. Some are as vicious as they are lovely. They swim to the surface at night, luring men in—.”

“Are they all women?” I interrupted. Ollie and Hal squinted at me. Dinah smiled and raised her glass. 

“Yes! Do the mermaids have meddling merfathers?” Dinah teased. Ollie playfully nipped at her. 

“I guess there could be male creatures… I could imagine male creatures of that sort are in short supply, though,” Hal answered. Ollie scoffed. He was neither superstitious nor interested in fantasy. “I’d imagine they’re much more dangerous and desperate than their female counterparts. Without the ease of allure, they might rely on speed and force to catch their prey, hiding underwater and dragging their poor victims beneath the waves to tear them limb from limb.”

I covered my mouth. “It’s only a story, Roy. Cut it out, Hal. You’re scaring the poor kid senseless… It’s getting late,” Ollie announced. It was his way of telling me to go to sleep. I left the room and bathed. I sank into the warm water and shut my eyes. My mind strayed to the gore and sweet hunger of the dark-haired thing. I lathered with soap as my hands strayed to my privates. I imagined his bloodstained lips kissing me all over. They couldn’t hear me over the radio. So, I moaned freely. I could almost feel his skin against mine. The warm bathwater was the entire ocean. His skin must’ve been soft like a woman’s. It felt more natural than anything I’d ever experienced… But it didn’t feel common. No. 

I could only feel this way in passing. Soon, it’d be nothing more than a dream to me. I spat white paint onto my speckled canvas. I shuddered as I thought of him doing the same. He writhed shamelessly, almost glowing under the moonlight as he delighted himself. The creature bore himself into my skull and wouldn’t leave me. He was ceaseless… And I was insatiable. I knew someone would worry if I took too long, so I collected myself, dressing in my robe and pajamas before hiding away in bed. 

Ollie was right. The storm set in after I laid down. The wind and rain shook the outer shutters, and thunder shook the house. I loved listening to storms when I didn’t have to go out in them, but something about this one seemed strange. I had a dreadful feeling wash over me as the kisses I imagined turned into bites. Devastatingly sharp and taking chunks out of my skin. I didn’t fight back. I didn’t want to. That’s what frightened me most. I would’ve let him eat me whole if he wanted to. I fell into a deep sleep, so deep I didn’t want to wake up. 

I couldn’t remember dreaming. So, I could’ve been dead… Or perhaps… Perhaps my boy-creature was a dream as well.