#same goes for conner

[speedsterly]

Does Bart Allen pay taxes?

[batsandbirdbrains]

The one where the team realizes Robin is in fact a real boy

For some reason, the other members of the young justice team never seem to realize that Robin actually has a life outside the vigilante gig. He mostly only ever talks about training in the batcave, new gadgets he’s working on, complaining about Gotham rogues. They sort of forget that there’s a real kid behind the mask.

So it’s kind of like a bucket of water being dumped over their heads when they witness him actually acting like a normal kid.

“You have a test tomorrow,” they hear Batman say, followed immediately by a groan from Robin. “It’s time to go home.”

“Ten more minutes!”

“Not ten more minutes,” Batman says. “Now. Dinner, study, then bed.”

“Can’t I just skip tomorrow?”

“Absolutely not. School is important.”

“Says the drop out.”

“That’s not the same and you know it!” Batman says quickly. “Keep stalling, and your PlayStation gets locked up all weekend.”

“Fine,” Robin whines, stomping towards the zeta tubes.

And the entire Mount Justice is quiet after they leave, the team not quite sure what they just saw.

“Wait,” Wally stutters, his fingers pointing between where Robin and Batman just were and the zeta tubes they disappeared into. “Does that mean - Robin goes to school?”

“I assumed he was like, homeschooled. Or, like,” Artemis stumbles over the words, not quite sure how to explain her thoughts.

“I thought he was a ninja or something,” Conner says.

Kaldur just sort of shakes his head at all of them. He’s apparently the only one who didn’t think their youngest team member was some sort of robot or cryptid. Maybe because the first time he met Robin, he’d been whining to Batman about how his weeknight crime fighting curfew should be extended to 3am, and Batman actually laughed and told him “nice try, but no way.”

[astorianyxkings]

There's always people theorizing how the Batfamily hides Jason disappearance and reappearance, but I literally haven't seen anyone use the best explanation: Witness Protection.

Like this literally answers every question. The Death Certificate? They had to fake his death. The empty grave? Obviously it had to be believable. The time when Wayne Heir "Richie Wayne" refused to step foot in Gotham and talk to his father? He was pissed about Jason's (non) death. Brucie Wayne's very real depression after his death? Well he lost contact with his son and he was under immense stress from the government.

Like this literally answers every question I can come up with. Why has no one said he was in witness protection? And if people have done it, send me fics and prompts because I'm obsessed.

And the best part is, the Waynes are so stupidly rich that they could pull it off. Lex Luther could try and conduct his own investigation but somehow he can never find anything concrete. And if he gets too close either Babs hacks them or Tim just calls up Conner for a distraction.

One time Jason gets cornered and asked how he felt about returning to his life after being in Witness Protection. Unfortunately, him and Bruce weren't on the best terms to explain the whole story but he comes in clutch. He spins the tale about how heartbroken he was to see his brother, father and grandfather grieving and how honored he was when he learnt his new little brother idolized him. Tim got ahold of a copy of the interview and will never let Jason live it down.

The media doesn't ask Bruce questions about Jason's death because last time they did he broke down and a suddenly furious reporter chastised them and reminded them that while Jason may be alive Bruce still mourned his death. The picture of Bruce in tears at the interview is currently one of Jason's favourite lockscreens.

Same goes for Dick. Any questions of his brother's death results in (1) Richie Wayne ready to throw hands at any and everybody, (2) his wife (well one of them) Barbara Gordon threatening the reporters or (3) That same Metropolis reporter chastising the whole community again.

[couldeatthatgirlforlunch]

I really loved your scenario of The Justice League AND The Ill reader,Lmao, poor reader they only need a rest.

Anyway, ever since I read the first part I was thinking about the kids, you know, the League Sidekicks, obviously The Reader knows them, due to work (I can really imagine Batman introducing His kids to the Reader to force a bond , And obviously The rest of The League does the same) So I had the headcanon that the reader really likes the children, they talk to them after missions, sometimes they buy them some gifts for their birthdays, they listen to them when they complain about their father figures (Therapist Reader), etc. But at the same time I can imagine The Reader being totally uncomfortable with his parents, so I can't help but think of a scenario in which The Reader is talking to the League kids in a good mood, but the League members walk in. to the room (They obviously saw the Happy Reader, so they want to gain some advantage) And The Reader just turns off, goes into business mode and is curt as always with the league, and when he finishes talking to the league, he goes back to talking to the children and their mood is happy again. Man I would love to see the league's reaction to the obvious reader favoritism

PD:I really love your work, you are amazing

Pd2:If The kids are yandere, ITS UP to you

A Week in Life: Take Your Kid to Work Day

Synopsis: A week in your life where you get a lot of new little friends, even if you know something’s sketchy about it.

Pairing: Yandere!Justice League X Assistant!Gn!Reader; Platonic!Yanderes! Robin (Dick), Superboy (Konner), Miss Martian, Kid Flash (Wally) and Aqualad (Kaldur'ahm)

Tw: A single implication about Hal’s past dub/non con incidente (blink and you miss it); Implied emotional manipulation, I guess? Justice League using kids as a manipulation tactic; A little angst, I think we all hate how Superman treated Conner, so I added that, so technically not a healthy relationship between them here, could be interpreted as Superman manipulating him or Superboy trying too hard to make his bio-dad like him; The kid’s ages are definitely not accurate canon wise, but what is canon anyway? I mixed their personalities and origins from Young Justice (along with their age gap) and for Superboy it was mainly the animated movie Reign of the Supermen; English is not my 1st language.

Word count: 3,3k

Requested? More than once.

Extra notes: Dick is 10, Kaldur'ahm, Conner, Megan and Wally are 13. I wish I knew more about the Wonder Girls to write about one of them, I felt bad for not adding them, but I would’ve felt worse writing for a character I have no idea how to write.

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— I wasn't aware that there was a Take Your Kid to Work Day on schedule... — You said in a surprised, maybe taken aback, tone, if not a little strangled and sarcastic, even if a little happy. You rubbed your forehead, you knew your hunch was right…

Monday…

You’ve heard the rumors Gotham media was spreading for months now, you even asked Batman if you should prepare the marketing team in case of an emergency, he denied everything.

So why was it that now you were staring at a 10 year old dressed as a traffic light?

— Miss/Mister/Mx (Y/N)... I’m hungry… — Worst of all? The kid was cute.

You smile in a friendly manner.

— Okay, okay. Just give me a second, buddy, I need to talk to your… Dad…?! — You just now realized you didn't know their actual relationship. Batman only told you his name was Robin, that he was his partner, and that he was in the watchtower to observe. You didn't know superheroes accepted 10 year old interns, but whatever. The kid just stared blankly at you, not giving an actual answer to if you got your assumption right.

— Can I go with you? — Robin fiddled with his fingers. So cute. You nodded with a small smile. The kid jumped off his too big chair and ran towards you, surprising you by taking your hand. He had small hands. So cute.

You walked slowly, to accommodate to his height, in the direction of the door to the briefing room, where Batman was talking to John Stewart. This other Green Lantern was a breath of fresh air. The other one (the one who shouldn't be named) was away, working on another district of the universe since that whole… Less-than-consensual situation. You were happy and surprised when the League didn't just brush it off, and even compensated you for it, alongside making him go away. He either agreed to that, or caused the 3rd World War against the Justice League. It was a temporary predicament, but happier nonetheless, since John wasn't obsessed with you, unlike the rest of them, and easy to work with.

You cleared your throat so they would turn to you.

— Does Robin have any restrictions? He said he's hungry so I'm gonna take him to the kitchen. — You said politely. Batman shook his head.

— Just don't give him sugar. He needs to sleep before patrol tonight. — You raised your eyebrows in surprise and nodded your head. Batman looked at the boy. — Behave, chum. — You blinked, Robin nodded solemnly.

As you walked in the direction of the kitchen, the kid showed to be very happy and talkative. You were surprised, considering who his dad was, but it warmed your heart. At least it seemed he wasn't mistreated.

At some point, he let your hand go and started cartwheeling and doing acrobatics all the way there to show off his abilities to you. You gasped and clapped, praising his talent along with other workers from the crew who were passing the hall. You were slightly worried that he would fall and get hurt, but the kid was really confident in what he was doing (but they always are, until they fall).

When you got there, you were impressed that he wasn't even the slightest out of breath.

— Do you have games on your phone? — He asked, sitting down on a table while you rummaged the fridge for some sandwiches or any healthy snack, since you didn't know how his home diet was, but guessing by his build, which was a lot more athletic than kids his age are, he was probably pretty healthy. Son of the Bat.

— Hmm, I have Dress to Impress, Pou and Candy Crush.

— What is Pou? — Your heart panged and you sighed, feeling old.

— When were you born? 2010? — You walked towards him and settled a plate with a sandwich in front of him, before pouring a cup of juice.

— 2014. — Your mouth dropped, speechless. — Wait, so not even Stardew Valley? — You cleared your throat and shook your head, sitting beside him, while he started eating.

— Wait, can I even let you play? Does Batman let you have screen time? — He nodded.

— I have a phone. I just couldn't bring it with me today… He said he would show me around the tower, but he got busy with work… — He deflated a little at the end of the sentence, your heart broke. — Anyway… He told me I could distract myself. I just need your permission. — You bite your lip.

— Okay. How about we go to the recreational room and you can play some videogames while I work from the computer. — Robin nodded eagerly.

— Damn, you can't even play with me? Working sucks. That must be why adults are so boring. — You took a napkin and cleaned some food from his cheek.

— It's not that bad… You can do whatever you want. — He perked up.

— I guess so… — He looked you up and down. You prepared yourself for one of those moments where kids are so blunt that they don't know they could offend someone. — But you're not boring, (Y/N), you're cool. Must be why daddy likes you so much. And he doesn't like no one.

Tuesday…

Wow, what a weird coincidence. Just yesterday Batman brought his kid, and now Martian Manhunter brought his niece.

Miss Martian looked older than Robin, but again, she was a martian, her appearance was shifted to whatever she wanted to look like. All you knew was that she was young and new on Earth.

Right now, she looked very human. She had freckles and auburn hair. The only thing that made her stand out was the green of her skin.

When she presented herself to you, you got startled by her voice in your head, but you and Martian Manhunter softly explained to her that on Earth people didn't communicate through their minds, and it was kinda like an invasion of privacy. Kinda funny hearing him say that, but whatever.

Like Batman the day prior, Martian trusted the girl in your hands. So many coincidences, right?!

— So, honey, how old are you?

— Oh, on my home planet I should be about 39. But converting to Earth years, I’m 13. — She said with a shy but friendly smile, you smiled back.

— You’re pretty young then. How are you settling on Earth? Planning to go to school maybe? — She nodded.

— I just started the school year… I wasn't too sure about that, but my uncle said it would be good to learn human behaviors. — You nodded.

— American school is nice, I recommend you should take part in clubs. And don't feel pressured to make a billion friends. It's better to have one good friend, instead of 10 people you know but can't rely on. — She nodded, biting her lip.

— I already know some of the other sidekicks, I just don't have any civilian friends… I was thinking about joining the cheerleading team. — You gasped, excited.

— Oh, that's really good! I always wanted to join, but was never the sporty type. You’re sweet, I think that already gives you some points. — Her green cheeks got darker.

— You think so?! — Her voice got louder with excitement.

— Of course! Now let me give you some tips about the jocks, honey…

Wednesday…

Today, Flash brought Kid Flash. You haven't met him until now. The sequence of days the older heroes brought in their sidekicks was starting to look weird… But not that weird. Batman said he would give Robin a tour but became unavailable. Manhunter wanted Miss Martian to meet civilian people and have a good role model — you don't know why he decided that that role model should be you, but it made sense, so… —. Flash Said they would spend the day using the lab to experiment some more on Kid Flash’s still recently acquired powers. So. Coincidences, right?

The boy was 13 too, he had messy red hair and green eyes. Flash didn't specify their relationship, but their personalities definitely matched a little. Both a little hyperiperactive and smiley. Although that could be more of a speedster thing, especially the first part.

Like promised, they spent half that day on the lab, occasionally calling you for snack breaks. However, at some point, Flash gave an excuse and left you with the kid.

Huh.

— Sooo, what do you do around here? — Kid Flash asked, spinning around in a chair he found somewhere and rolled to the middle of your office in the blink of an eye. You half-smiled. It was nice not being crowded by those weirdos and being around fresh and youthful people, but it was starting to feel weird.

— I plan schedule appointments, organize team meetings, prepare agendas and itineraries, book meals and travel arrangements, handle record keeping and documentation, and make sure a project stays on budget. — The ginger blinked and stopped spinning.

— Uhh, you went to college for that? — You blinked.

— I did, why? — He chuckled slightly.

— Nothing, it's cool, sounds boring, though. — You nodded.

— What do you want to work with? — He looked to the side, thoughtful for a moment.

— I think I want to be a scientist.

— Oh really?

— Yeah, I like physics, mechanics and a little bit of chemistry. — You smirked.

— Chemistry? Sounds boring. — Kidflash froze for a second, wide-eyed, then relaxed and started laughing loudly. His chuckling prompted you to chuckle alongside him.

He used his feet to push the chair around your table and stopped at your side.

— Hey, can I see how much people get paid here? If I'm gonna be a member of the League one day, might as well optimize time and just work here. — You slapped his hands away when he reached for your computer, he pouted.

— Wouldn't that make it difficult to keep your secret identity hidden?! — Kid Flash stretched his arm, then draped it across your shoulders, you lifted an eyebrow.

— Babe. I'm a superhero. I could change clothes really fast right now and you wouldn't even notice. — You scoffed and lightly pushed him and his chair away.

— A phone booth would be more appropriate for that.

— What's a phone booth?

Thursday…

Superman brought Superboy.

Why the fuck are they doing that, bro?

You didn't even know they were close! Sure, Superboy is Superman and Lex Luthor’s clone, the whole world knew that, and that Superboy took to Superman's side. But they were never seen together, unlike Flash and Kid Flash, or Batman and Robin, for example.

Worst of all? It looked like the mood between them was… Weary. Especially on Superman’s part. Did he not trust Superboy? You could understand that… But look at his puppy sad face!

And not even five minutes later, Superman just flew away, saying something about a hurricane in Texas, AND SUPERBOY STAYED!

The silence was awkward for a few seconds. You thought back to the personality he showed when he was first announced by LexCorp, when Superman was considered dead. He was all over the media (Lex’s marketing team was good) with his charisma and flirty personality. Although he kept the leather jacket, his quietness surprised you.

You cleared your throat.

Superman brought Superboy.

Why the fuck are they doing that, bro?

You didn't even know they were close! Sure, Superboy is Superman and Lex Luthor’s clone, the whole world knew that, and that Superboy took to Superman's side. But they were never seen together, unlike Flash and Kid Flash, or Batman and Robin, for example.

Worst of all? It looked like the mood between them was… Weary. Especially on Superman’s part. Did he not trust Superboy? You could understand that… But look at his puppy sad face!

And not even five minutes later, Superman just flew away, saying something about a hurricane in Texas, AND SUPERBOY STAYED!

The silence was awkward for a few seconds. You thought back to the personality he showed when he was first announced by LexCorp, when Superman was considered dead. He was all over the media (Lex’s marketing team was good) with his charisma and flirty personality. Although he kept the leather jacket, his quietness surprised you.

You cleared your throat.

— So… Are you hungry? Wanna play videogames? — You grimaced slightly. He looked at you again, a little hesitant.

— Uh… I think so? — He blinked. — You guys have videogames here?! — He exclaimed, surprised. You chuckled.

— Oh yeah, for such a serious and stern guy, Batman really invested in the work environment. — You chuckled together, walking towards the recreational area.

You were curious about the earlier weird vibe, but didn't want to prod.

At first, you just let the boy play by himself, just sitting beside him and working while talking, that was until he paused the game between missions and stretched, then looked at you.

— Are you guys involved? — You looked at him with your eyebrows raised.

— You guys…? — He pursed his lips.

— You and Superman. — You grimaced slightly.

— Oh no, he's my boss, and not my type at all. — He nodded, looking pensive.

— He likes you. — You kept a blank expression, waiting for him to continue. — I like you too, so I can imagine why he likes you. — You stared at him, exasperated. He widened his eyes. — Not like that! — He raised his hands to deny. — It's just- I feel comfortable with you. I felt comfortable with some of his friends before, I didn't even know why, but I think it's because half of me is from him. Like I have some things from Lex since I was… Born… — He looked to the ground for a second, pouting lightly. — That's why Superman doesn't like me. — You widened your eyes.

— I'm sure he likes you! — Superboy looked at you like he didn't believe you.

— No, it's okay… He's polite, I guess. And took me in as his family, just not… As his son… More like a brother, or… A cousin… I mean, I can understand, I'm basically a hate baby, created by his biggest enemy to outdo and destroy him… — You shook your head.

You didn't know what to say, since you didn't know how their dynamic was like.

— H-He brought you here to spend time with you, didn't he? He just had an emergency to take care of… — He looked to the ground and then at you again. He didn't have the heart to tell you that's the first time they ever “hung out”, and that his genius brain clocked hours ago that Superman's plan was to create a connection between you both by orchestrating a connection with you and him. He also didn't want to bad mouth Clark. A part of him always would have hope that Superman would want to be closer to him one day.

Superboy looked at the clock and then at you.

— Don't you have a break? I can hear your stomach, I'm hungry too.

Friday…

This madness has to stop now.

— Nice to meet you, Aqualad. — You nodded at the boy with a small smile. You were a little mesmerized by his exotic appearance. He had brown skin, blonde hair in braids (where are his roots?) and blue eyes. His arms were also covered in tattoos that you knew had something to do with his abilities.

— I was showing him around the Watchtower, but now I have a meeting with Wonder Woman, why don't you two hang out for a while? — Aquaman, always the most obnoxious one. Their intentions were 100% clear now.

Aquaman didn't let you say anything else and left the room with said hero. You heard her murmur something about having to find her own apprentice to bring to the watchtower as soon as possible.

You looked at the boy, not knowing what to say.

— Have you ever been to Atlantis? — He surprised you by speaking first, his tone was gentle, if not a little monotonous, but he looked at you with interest.

— Uhhh, no? I’m not that good of a swimmer and I can't breathe underwater. — Aqualad smirked lightly.

— You wouldn't need to worry about breathing, there are multiple ways for humans to do that, from magic to technology. As for swimming… I'm sure we can find some sort of solution for that, also. And I doubt my king would be opposed to the idea of teaching you. — You nodded slowly. So much for subtly.

— … My vitamin D is low enough as it is, I’d rather stay on land, no offense. — The atlantean opened his mouth to speak but you beat him to it. — Aqualad! Do you like the food here? I've always been curious about your culture’s cuisine…

You kept talking for hours, eventually, Aqualad and you ended up in the training room, he offered to show you a little of his control over water bodies, and you, still a little fascinated over the convivence with superheroes, and this being the second time you met someone from Atlantis, accepted eagerly.

— This is just like H2O… — Kauldur’ahm blinked.

— It is water… — The boy confirmed, hesitantly. You laughed.

— No, no, not water. It's a TV show, it's about mermaids. I guess it isn't exactly accurate, but they can control water, just like you! — He nodded, slowly, contemplating. You looked at your watch, noticing your lunch time was due. You looked at him, shyly. — If you're up for it, we could watch it now… — That seemed to make him perk up a little and he nodded quickly.

— I would like to.

Monday…

— I wasn't aware that there was a Take Your Kid to Work Day on schedule... — You said in a surprised, maybe taken aback, tone, if not a little strangled and sarcastic, even if a little happy. You rubbed your forehead, you knew your hunch was right…

There they were, in the meeting room, all seated around the big roundtable, almost double the number of people who usually sit there.

Now, the food order they made, made sense.

You pushed the food cart forward, one for Flash. You came back and pushed another one, this one for Kid Flash, you ruffled his hair. Then, you walked back and pushed the 3rd food cart around the table, delivering each meal for each hero.

— Steak for Green Lantern. One black coffee for Batman. One meat sandwich and chocolate milk for Robin. — You squeezed his cheek. He smiled brightly at you. — Toast for Martian Manhunter and a slice of strawberry cake for Missy Miss Martian. — As you put the plate in front of her, you whispered that you wanted to know how the cheerleading team was going. She nodded happily. — A burger with fries for Aquaman, a smoothie and salad for Aqualad. Oh, did you change your hair? I like it! — You smiled brightly at the boy and his cheeks burned, he nodded. — Ice cream for Wonder Woman. Another burger and fries for Superman and another for Superboy. I see you followed my advice, your style really matches with those piercings. Tell me how you did it later. — You laughed carelessly and went to the door. — Need me for something more? — Your bosses shook their heads, stunned. You left and closed the door.

— Can't believe you guys actually did it… — John shook his head, disappointed at his teammates.

— I knew it would work. — Batman said, sipping from his drink.

— That's why we stole your idea when we knew about it. — Aquaman chuckled.

— I really need to find a sidekick. — Diana huffed.

Batman turned to Robin.

— You did a good job, chum. — Dick chuckled.

— Yeah, I even asked for a sandwich without the crust. Now (Y/N) think I'm the cutest here. — He smirked smugly. Wally scoffed.

— Yeah, right. She totally doesn't think you're an annoying kid. — The duo stared at each other. — I, for example, made them laugh. — The redhead puffed his chest proudly.

— Are you sure it wasn’t a pity laugh?! — Superboy snorted at Robin’s retort.

— Although Robin might be physically more adorable, and Kid Flash, in his words, made them laugh. (Y/N) and I started a TV show together, my king. — Aquaman nodded at his apprentice’s words.

— You did a good job.

— But (Y/N) actually said they wanted to talk to me later! That usually oficializes human’s friendships! — Megan said, softly.

— They said the same to me, the other day. That I could talk to them whenever I wanted… — Superman looked at Superboy, surprised. He felt awkward praising him, so he just nodded his head and looked away. Superboy pouted slightly.

— Because you told them your sob story, now they think you're a loser. — Conner glared at Dick. — Their physical language showed that they loved me, B! I honestly deserve an Oscar after that performance! They're gonna be ours before you suckers know it!

As a screaming match raised inside the room, the adult heroes looked at each other, lost for words, not only had the kids gotten you roped a bazillion times faster then they could ever dream, but also you were so amazing that they were enamored with you too.

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[starboye]

starring: conner kent x male reader

request: Please make a continuation to the jealous Dick ex-bf fic you just posted where Superboy and reader have dirty sex 😭 perhaps Superboy can hold him in the air and fuck the hell out of him and Dick finds out ofc

warnings: smut, belly bulge, rough sex, fucking in the air, making out

directors note: this is a part 2 to this fic, sidenote but what the actual fuck did i lace that first fic with like im reading over it and oh. my. god. it's like so good i see why yall wanted a part two

some could say it's a little promiscuous to go get fucked by your ex boyfriends friend right after he just fucked you and his load is still dripping down your leg but i mean hey if you get the chance might as well take both for a ride am i right.

showing up at conners door with a needy look, it had gone around that you were a slut so conner knew exactly what you needed (and don't tell dick this but on some night where you were 'to busy' to meet up with dick for a late night hook up you were really getting your guts rearranged by superboy)

queue you two making out on his bed while he fucks your already wet hole "what dick couldn't get you off like i do" conner smirks moving his kisses to your neck "don't flatter yourself conner" you gasp arching your back with the way he goes so deep.

"well then why did you come crawling back to me huh" he turns you over onto your back and starts fucking you faster, throwing your legs over his shoulders, watching with amusement as your face contorts to the feeling of him going deeper.

"because i fucking love you're dick" you groan telling him what he wants to hear "mm mm come on say it like you mean it or am i gonna have to fuck it out of you" he leans down to whisper in your ear, a shudder driving down your spine at the mere thought of him fucking you rough.

"oh you got tighter just from me saying it, you want me to fuck you till you can't remember your own name" he asks, his hand rubbing up to your stomach, pressing down on the slight bulge he made "yes please" you mumble "louder" he slams into you "yes please" you moan out "louder" he demands fucking you rougher "yes please daddy" you yell "that's what i like to hear" conner smirks.

tightly holding your thighs as he destroys your walls while you struggled to keep your eyes from rolling to the back of your head, the head board of his bed banging against the wall with each thrust, he was enjoying making you cum all over yourself to "what is this like your fourth time cumming tonight" he laughs at your pathetic noises.

"please more" you beg him with a croaky voice from the constant moaning "please more what, use your words y/n" he grabs your chin to keep your eyes on him "please fuck me more" you whine "yes sir" he chuckles levitating you both in the air.

the feeling of little gravity made the sex even more better surprisingly, wrapping your legs around conners waist "look at that" conner smiles pulling your head to look down at the bulge he's giving you in your stomach "that's all me baby, every damn inch" he fucks you harder and harder before he empties his load into you.

"fuckkk you know how to make a guy feel good" conner huffs bringing you both back down to the bed, your phone lighting up with a notification to which conner grabs it "mr nightwing himself" he chuckles turning the phone to you showing dick texts, you try to reach for the phone but conner keeps it away and takes a picture of you sending it to dick with the message "he's a little busy".

"well we should clean up because dicks gonna be here in a while and do you really wanna argue with him while covered in cum" conner says looking down at your fucked out body "okay" is all you could barely respond. (this could lead to them fucking you at the same time)

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[fancyfeathers]

Imagine Daughter!Reader pulls a "I'm gonna fake a crush on my brother's best friend so I can make them ALL uncomfortable" but it backfires and the best friend actually likes her back😭? (obviously daughter!reader's age will depend on the batboys bestfriend so no weird stuff going on in this ask dw) Like for Dick, Wally West. Maybe she asks the question "What else can go fast?" or something odd. Then for Jason, Roy Harper she asks him to teach her archery. Jason probably trusting her(maybe) he let's it go on but then catches Roy looking at her differently. Then for the others the same thing, like Tim- Conner. Something like REALLLLLLLLY kid-ish for Jon Kent if you feel like adding Damian's best friend. (These are all separate so no harem thing going on thank god.) Thank you for reading!!!!!<3

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YES OH MY GOD I WAS JUST THINKING ABOUT THIS!

So realistically because she is the youngest, her crush would be on either Jon because he would only be a year older than her, or Connor who may be a bit older (physically, cause he was a lab child) but still within that reasonable age. Then in actual canon she has a boyfriend, who may be a lot little crazy, but they’re in love… right?

But anyway for this let’s say her age differs on each scenario in this okay

Okay Dick is just sitting there the like what the hell the moment he walks back in living room to see his little sister laughing and chatting with Wally, sitting way too close for comfort. Dick tries to show some self restraint, give the benefit of the doubt, but let’s be honest when Wally West falls in love it is head over heels and it is something that happens in an instant, basically love at first sight, she wouldn’t have to say anything to him, she just has to walk into a room. Then cue Dick ending up as a third wheel for the rest of the day, it probably gets to the point where Dick comes up with some excuse of why Wally needs to leave early and then as Wally is leaving he might ask about Dick’s sister and Dick gives him the biggest side eye ever and he just drops the topic. Then Dick goes back inside and his sister’s hair is all messed up, like a strong wind brew by and she is just holding her phone when she wasn’t a second ago…

“What…happened?”

“I think Wally put his number in my phone…”

“Son of a-“

With Jason and Roy, they are going on a mission together and training beforehand. Sister!Darling just handing around because Bruce and the rest of their siblings are gone and Alfred is out running errands that day, so until they get back Jason has to watch her which Roy thinks is weird because she is a few years younger than them for the sake of this post, but okay. So she is just sitting in the cave, reading a book Jason gave her because she not allowed down there so she’s not allowed to touch anything. Jason walks off to go find a different type of bullet and asks Roy to keep an eye on her because she is not allowed anywhere near the weapons or gear, and Roy just looks at her and waves her over…

“Cmon’ wanna try taking a shot?”

“Um… I don’t know-“

“I can teach you.”

So he does, and I really don’t know how to describe it besides this scene from Princess Diaries and just imagine when Jason comes back and found his best friend holding his little sister from the back, his cheek practically pressed against hers. He just loudly clears her throat and tells her that he needs to talk to her and he takes her out of the cave and sends her to her room, locking her in and sends a note to Bruce or whoever going to be home first what happened and where she is. Then he does back downstairs and Roy has the guts to ask if she is single and Jason just can’t…

“Fuck off Roy, she’s off limits.”

Now Tim has a harder time shaking off his friend, and I mean going by Connor in the comics (cause we don’t talk about Connor in Young Justice here) he is a bit of a headstrong personality and cocky, so if Connor and his sister are chatting and teasing each other he doesn’t really think much of it literally until he finds them kissing, a hand on her thigh and on the back of her neck and Connor is slightly levitating. Tim waits until Connor leaves and then he questions his sister about it, and she fesses up to basically trying to get on Tim’s nerves by flirting with his best friend but Connor ended up actually liking her, like a lot and one thing led to another and they were making out and have been texting for weeks and Tim didn’t think of it twice because it was Connor.

So then Tim asks Bruce to try to intervene by asking Clark for help but Connor has already gushed about his situationship with her to literally everyone in the Kent Family, and Clark has already gave Connor advice to ask her out and ideas for dates and it even got to the point where Ma and Pa are asking about when they can meet her because she sounds like a sweet girl. She just dug herself in a hole with this one, platonic Yandere!Superfam anyone?

Then Damian, well this is just kiddy love with his sister and Jon, and Damian knows that but it doesn’t mean he is okay with it. Whenever Jon is is over they are always talking, and Jon is just trying to impress her with his (half) kryptonian powers. Meanwhile Damian is giving Jon the side eye and really it’s nothing but that doesn’t stop him from running to go tell Bruce about it, what if it evolves into something more when they get older. So Bruce goes to talk to Clark about it and Clark doesn’t think it’s a big deal, they’re just kids and this is how kids are and so Damian just has to watch while Jon pushes her on the swings and deal with the fact that she just wants to spend time with Jon Kent and not him. Ugh.

[acid-ixx]

brutus: the only fucked up thing in the world is you

— masterlist !

let me pitch in another idea before i forget about it, but picture this: a oneshot (or mini-series) based off of "ma meilleure ennemie" where it's platonic yandere batfam x brutus! reader (inspired by jinx in arcane though) x yandere! conner kent. don't mind this at all, i'm trying to flesh out the reader's past in a shorter post 😭

you guys get the general gist. you get adopted by bruce wayne, neglected by the same father all throughout, hurt yet desperate to please your family. though instead of giving up and moving out; you take it in yourself to try to become a vigilante like them, without bruce's supervision you'd be out at night in your stupid costume and determine smile—

fighting crime with an (unsure) grin like your idol, nightwing, in gotham of all places.

in your measly trial of becoming a hero, you fuck up and nearly die at your first try by a criminal attempting to gun you down, if not for the familiar face of tim's best friend, a man you occasionally find yourself staring in awe at every time he visits.

you meet superboy face to face, he charms and saves you from nearly dying. it is him who helps and supports you with your journey, and for the first time in a while you feel seen.

not by your family, not by the vigilantes you idolize— but by the same hero seen as only a mere clone by most.

you quickly fall in love with him, he does so too. that's how your typical romance with the hero goes. it's through his willingness to always assure you that he's yours and that you'll never be alone with him that you dismiss the ache in your chest at another day being ignored by your family, by the flutter in your heart at how you met the one.

he kisses you like you mean the world, he holds your hand every time the doubt becomes too much, it's him who swipes your hair away from your sweaty forehead and tear-stained cheeks, just to let you nuzzle into his leather jacket; to feel and melt into warmth of his blazing chest.

and through it all, you're unaware of just how much he truly loves you from the start, how his heart beats for you and only you.

then one night, in a time where you're without your boyfriend who was in a mission in another dimension, is when you finally see them, your family, huddled together in one of the corners of the alleyway, struggling with a particular fight, that you decide it's high time that you disrupt the flow and help.

you try so, with one of your handmade weapons, but instead of it exploding successfully, out of reach in your family's perimeters, it inadvertently causes the buildings in the alleyway to collapse with its impact. it kills not only the criminals they're fighting, but countless of civilians in the process, and you're the perpetrator of it all.

... standing in front of the mess you made, blood on your makeshift combat boots. you always make a mess of things, that's why you don't belong, that's why you nearly died at your first night if not for your boyfriend saving you. and now, under the cast of the moonlight—

you're the villain in their eyes.

they don't even acknowledge how you share the same glinting orbs of the ghost that always stares at each and every one of them sullenly. they don't notice the familiar shadow your hair casts, or how you're shaking and silent all throughout the entire scene.

... as if it's the first time you bare witness to such a gruesome sight of gore and scattered flesh.

they don't see that, they don't see you, as always.

all they see is red.

red that stains at the crown of your head, all throughout the soles of your shoes.

bruce doesn't hesitate to beat you black and blue once he gets his hands on you, uncaring for the loud wails (he doesn't know you're crying for the people you killed...) and tiny whimpers that escape your throat, the others don't even pull him back, watching the scene unfold like they're mere bystanders rather than... heroes who could've saved you.

and just when you're about to make a run with one of the openings, he rips at your clumsily disguised mask and comes face to face with you, hoping that he finally sees his child.

but he doesn't flinch back, he doesn't even recognize you, let alone how young and naive you truly are to the cruelty of the world. he sees a monster, he doesn't hear you call him 'father' the meek apologies, or the sorry way your hand braces itself on the merciless impacts on your face.

only for your nose to crack and drip with blood either way, for your eyes to bruise into disgusting shades of purples, blues and yellows, until you're a mess of pierced, delicate skin and impalpable flesh.

you want to die the harder you feel your bones crack under the pressure, you want to die, even when someone finally ripped him out of his clutches and you, and when you had released another one of your smoke bombs that was actually miscalculated toxic fumes, forcing your legs to carry you to your vehicle, adrenaline consuming your entire being despite the tears and the pain that wreck at your body.

ever since then, you've run away. to a world unknown, a city you couldn't recognize, broken heart, broken dreams, broken body. every part of you feels broken.

you couldn't even confront conner in fear that tim has already told him of your situation, you break up with him through a burner phone and change your entire appearance afterwards in fear of being recognized by the very same people who destroyed your life. you try to overcorrect by wearing the opposite of what your vigilante persona wore. you want a fresh new start, a new lease on life.

you still want to be a hero like them.

yet there's a small voice in your head telling you violent thoughts that turn into harsh screaming, criticism, insults, yells at your pathetic being.

they rip and mock at you, the voices of the damned in that wretched day became silhouettes, your tormentors who grate at your ears every time you try to sleep in your molded bed in some shitty apartment in a shitty new city. they tell you it's your fault — it is, god, everything is your fault...! — you're nothing but a worthless mistake if it meant the bat was willing enough to nearly break his moral code just to teach you a leasson.

but you're not only a mistake, but also a monster who killed people too.

suddenly, it's hatred that dictates your actions and not misdirected hope. suddenly, the line between self-hatred and the burning jealousy at how easy it was for bruce to forgive his other children's mistakes as compared to yours; it all blurs into one intangible urge to hurt once more.

the longer the voices went on, the longer you stared at the twisting shadows and were condemned to paralysis in a rotting bed to repeat that scene of carnage over and over again— the more your head feels like it's splitting apart at the seams and you forget what love, what forgiveness, what grace feels like.

suddenly, you're adopted by a villain in one of your nightly escapades.

he knows of your crimes, of your misery and struggles, and he wants to transform you into his perfect sidekick, an easily manipulated puppet in the ruse of his crimes: you let him, you've nothing worth losing for anyways.

no family, no lover, nothing worth fighting for.

you're trained mercilessly, you wear a new face that speaks of only violence and havoc brought upon the plains of every known existing thing. you learn what it's like to let go, to only cherish people who find a use in you, who reward you through your attempts. if it means causing blood and pain to the world for praise, in a man who's willing to not condemn you but ro applaud you instead.

and all throughout, you slowly start to forget about conner kent, superboy, your first love, your only one. either by the hidden shame that torments your thoughts of what your ex-boyfriend would've seen in you, or the genuine thrill of the chase from policemen ready to gun down the new threat, you.

you forget what his touch feels like, the ghost of his fingertips pressing against your waist, his featherlight kisses on your shoulders, the texture of his jacket that wraps around your body like a hug, his raven hair tangled on your fingers, and even the feel and taste of his tongue on your mouth.

every intimate moment with him is replaced by the thirst for vengeance, by the still growing need to satisfy your new mentor, just to satiate the looming parts in the back of your head wishing for a semblance of a family member loving you back.

everything was fine, it was normal and you felt the sense of twisted love and satisfaction. you could live in this moment forever, but even villains accustomed to chaos need a new change of pace—

or rather, to relive what has triggered them to become who they are now.

so it's only when you step foot in gotham, yet again, to bring true carnage into the wretched city, with enough of your protege's convincing despite the concealed fear in the corner of your eyes, that you begin to fuck up even once more.

a/n: this is shit like dumpster fire trash conpared to my other works, and it's really short too uhm, but i need to establish smth in my drabbles because i'm prone to forgetting things a lot, courtesy of my dissociative amnesia LMAO. idk half of what i wrote, i speedran it, added tags and pictures and i already forgot about what i wrote. but this is just the flow of it all so i might cringe at this once i reread it tomorrow and possibly even delete this thing if i hate it enough. hope u guys enjoy this before it might go in the dumpster 😭

[zylev-blog]

Villain Fenton au 3

Danny is the son of the two biggest supervillains in the world. He has weekly get togethers with the legion of doom, and those villains came to every single one of his birthday parties growing up.

Needless to say, Danny has no friends his own age. To remedy this, he creates a persona: James Nightingale: normal high schooler.

Now, his parents and extended villain family all know this. How could they not? He learned all his tricks from them, after all. But they let him have his fun. After all, every villain needed a secret identity.

But now Danny has a new problem. He’s pretty sure that Lex’s clone son, Kon-El, has a secret identity and goes to his school. He can’t prove it, but he’s positive that the teen boy is the same. Conner Kent is an oddity, but he speaks with the same tone of voice as Lex, and has his smile and eye color. But he has those dorky glasses that Danny’s pretty sure he doesn’t need.

Danny’s first goal to being a normal teenager is to befriend Conner Kent.

[suzukiblu]

WIP excerpt for qwertynerd97 behind the cut; “Billy adopts Conner and it actually goes pretty good!” (( chrono || non-chrono ))

“That went pretty good,” he says to Tawky, who purrs pretty proudly too. “He said ‘no’! Like, a real one! That’s really good, right? Like so good!” 

Tawky purrs supportively. Billy beams at him. Tawky’s the best. 

“Okay so like, what’s good for bedtime?” he asks, turning to the books and starting to sort through the piles. “Like a story’s better, right? Nonfiction stuff isn’t really . . . I dunno, bedtime-y.” 

Tawky huffs indignantly. Billy snickers. 

“Oh my god, Tawky, we’re not picking the Nikola Tesla biography,” he says. “Lynn can find out how ungentlemanly Thomas Edison is when he’s, like, awake enough to listen to you complain about it. How about . . . ummm, oh, is Where the Wild Things Are a little too little-kid, do you think? Or is it a good level of little-kid, since it’s bedtime and all? Or The Monster at the End of This Book? I dunno, that one’s funny but if Lynn doesn’t know any stories maybe it’ll stress him out. Um.” 

Tawky purrs, then leans over and pats one of the books. Billy leans over him to peer at the cover of it, and– 

“Oh, that’s a good idea!” he says excitedly. He doesn’t remember getting The Phantom Tollbooth–Lynn must’ve picked it out–but it’s like, a kid book without being a baby book, and it’s got cool illustrations and stuff but isn’t an actual picture book, so probably if Lynn’s feeling too teenager-y about it he won’t mind that as much as he’d mind a picture book. Though like, Billy’s definitely still gonna offer him a couple of those just in case, because like, maybe Lynn’s not feeling very teenager-y about it. 

Seriously. No stories? 

Cadmus sucks. 

“Maybe, um–I got the first Percy Jackson book, maybe he’d like that?” Billy suggests speculatively, and Tawky tugs it out of the pile and passes it over to him. He got the illustrated edition, anyway, so again, like–a kid book, but not a baby book, so it’ll be easy for Lynn to understand the story and how it works and all, and it’s got pictures in it too, but it’s not gonna be totally patronizing. And like, the pictures aren’t as cool as the ones in The Phantom Tollbooth are, but they’ve got like, cool monsters and stuff. Which maybe he’d worry about showing Lynn monsters right before bed, but like, he did see what the G-gnomes and G-trolls all looked like, so he figures Lynn won’t actually think they’re all that scary or anything. 

Tawky purrs agreeably, then holds up The Wee Free Men too, which Billy doesn’t think has pictures, but it’s still not, like, an adult book. He read it in the library last winter and he really liked it, he remembers. Like, it was really good. He doesn’t remember about the pictures, though. Still– 

“That’s a good one too,” he decides as he accepts the book from Tawky and stacks it up with the other options. “That’s probably enough, right? I don’t wanna do too many, then it’s just gonna be the same problem all over again.” 

Tawky rumbles agreeably, and Billy grins at him, then pitches his voice a little lower while the sink runs in the bathroom, just to try and make sure Lynn won’t hear or anything. Just he doesn’t want Lynn to think he’s, like–stressing anyone out or being complicated or anything, basically? He definitely doesn’t wanna make Lynn think that, yeah. Just he also wants to make sure Tawky knows he appreciates him being here for this. 

“Uh, thanks again for the help, Tawky,” he says. “I know this is kinda, you know, um–restrictive for you?” 

Tawky is way better at talking when he has, like, lungs and everything, but he’s still real good at dismissive little tail flicks. Billy thinks maybe that’s just a cat thing, though. Like, even with tigers and all. Still– 

“I mean it,” he says, because it is a big thing, and a really big favor Tawky’s doing him right now. “I really don’t know how to be a good dad, but I really, really don’t wanna mess it up, and it’s just way easier with, um, a little backup around, you know?” 

Tawky reaches over and pets the back of his hand reassuringly, and Billy tries not to look embarrassed and hopefully doesn’t get any worse than “sheepish”. 

“Thanks, Tawky,” he says, and then sort of . . . scrubs the back of his other hand across his eyes, and then smiles, like . . . hopefully not too weakly at him. “I just, uh . . . I kinda wish I could ask my dad some stuff right now, y’know? Like . . . maybe just, um . . . a couple things.” 

Tawky nods understandingly, but doesn’t say anything; doesn’t even purr this time. Which–yeah, Billy appreciates that too. It’s just . . . not something there’s really anything to say about. And as good as he’s always been at knowing the right thing to say, Tawky also knows when just not to say stuff. So . . . yeah, Billy appreciates that. 

There’s definitely a reason Tawky’s his best friend, for sure. Like–a lot of reasons, really, but especially that one. 

Billy sniffs once, feeling–dumb, kinda, and then gives Tawky’s paw a little squeeze back for a moment, then lets go of it to lay out the books for Lynn on the coffee table all lined up nice and neat for him to pick between, and then piles up all the others again all nice and neat. He really hated the messy foster homes, so like–well, he hated the too-clean ones too, but he definitely still wants to keep the apartment nice for Lynn. Like–nice, but not sterile-nice. Like . . . cozy, maybe. 

Anyway, he also doesn’t wanna lose any of the library books either, that’d suck, so– 

Lynn clears his throat–Tawky doesn’t have one right now, so it’s definitely Lynn–and Billy perks up reflexively and looks back over his shoulder towards the sound. Lynn’s standing in the hall in his pajamas that Billy is just not gonna think about the price of, looking . . . awkward, maybe? Or kinda weird, a little? Not all blank and closed-off, but not really anything Billy can read either. 

Well, that’s okay, Billy figures. He’ll just, like . . . figure it out. Like–sooner or later he’ll get enough practice, and he’ll get to know Lynn well enough.

“Hey, Lynn!” he greets cheerfully, and Lynn keeps staring–well, not-blankly at him, for whatever reason he’s doing that. But like, he guesses that’s Lynn’s business, really?

[pinkiemachine]

OKA—Young Justice Time!

I’ve said once or twice before that I was hammering out which characters I would be including in each generation of YJ, and now I’ve done just that, and I am going to share what I landed on with you :3 (Sorry I don’t have finished posters for them yet tho…)

First off, just to make sure we all have the timeline straight, we have the Mighty Teen Titans, founded by Robin (Dick Grayson), Kid Flash (Wally West), and Wonder Girl (Donna Troy) initially. The other members include Starfire, Beast Boy, Raven, and Cyborg.

Then some time goes by, Cyborg gets promoted to The Justice League, and then the second wave of the Teen Titans hits, primarily founded by Robin III (Tim Drake). Other members include Spoiler, Wonder Girl II (Cassie Sandsmark), Aqualad II (Kaldur’ahm), Superboy (Conner Kent), Impulse, and Miss Martian.

While they are doing that, the old TT are founding Young Justice. As said before, Cyborg got to jump straight to being a JLA member (he was the oldest of all the OG TT by a few years anyway) which just leaves us with Dick Grayson (now going by Nightwing), Donna Troy (now going by Troya—idk, “Troia” looks weird), Starfire, Kid Flash, Beast Boy, and… maybe Raven? I can’t decide if I want her to stay or ride off into the sunset after defeating Trigon… but then who gets her spot? Is it Terra? Do we make her a fully fledged member? For the life of me I can’t decide. Would love feedback. Anyway, new members include Batgirl (Barbara Gordon), Bumblebee, Aqualad (Garth), and Speedy.

So that’s that.

Fast forward a few more years and we get to the next phase. At this point, the Teen Titans are an institution, and Robin V (Damian Wayne) assumes command of a new team comprised of Superboy II (Jonathan Kent), Static Shock, Blue Beetle, Princess Amethyst, Jenny Hex, and Aquagirl II (Lorena).

And while that’s going on, Tim (now going by Red Robin) leads the next generation of Young Justice along with Aqualad II, and Miss Martian. Returning characters include Spoiler, Cassie Sandsmark (now going by Olympia), Impulse, and Superboy (who needs a new codename). New characters are Solstice, Hotspot, Batgirl II (Cassandra Cain) and Arrowette/Artemis from the YJ cartoon—yes, I’m basically mushing the two together because reasons, and she may be more of a sometimes character. You know? Kinda morally ambiguous at first, and a sometimes member. Potentially, since Cassandra isn’t big into being around people, we could leave her with the BatFam and Artemis can permanently take her place, but that’s up for debate. (I know it can maybe be a little confusing having a Cassie and a Cass on the same team, but that’s why in my universe it’s Cassandra Cain and *Cassidy* Sandsmark, rather than them both having the exact same first name.)

After that, no idea what will happen to the Teen Titans, but there sure isn’t gonna be a Robin leading them. So we move to the next gen of Young Justice years later. Currently being led by Robin V (Damian Wayne), Aquagirl II (Lorena), and Superboy II (Jon). Returning members include Blue Beetle, Static shock, and Jenny Hex (ooh, look, a typo). New characters include Jinx, Stargirl (who I’ve given a rough first draft makeover), Sideways, Rose Wilson, and potentially Jericho as our rogue YJ member.

So those are all the members I’ve got so far. What do you think?

[batsandbirdbrains]

The one where Dick has zero concept of how the average person lives

I want a fic where Dick just has absolutely no concept how the average person lives. He went from being raised in a circus to being raised in a manor by a billionaire. His concept of what is expensive and what is totally normal is completely skewed. That whole meme where someone thinks a banana costs $10? He really does think a single banana is $10. He thinks fresh fruit in general is ridiculously expensive; it's a luxury. He just thinks Alfred keeps so much of it in the manor because Bruce is rich. He'll eat a single strawberry and think, "Wow, this is the life."

At the same time, he thinks having expensive suits/clothes is totally normal. His family's circus costumes were some of the most expensive items they owned because it was essential to their act. Similarly, he thinks Bruce spends a fortune on all his suits and clothes for galas and events because it's part of being CEO of Wayne Enterprises. Their Batman and Robin costumes are expensive because it's part of their job. Clothes are super important. Doesn't everyone spend $45 on a plain T-shirt? His Gotham Academy uniform alone is stupid expensive, and that's just for school, every student wears the same thing.

He doesn't think his top of line fancy as hell cell phone is expensive because Bruce gets them through WE. They're basically free. Dick gets a new prototype phone like twice a year. Never mind that Bruce owns WE, that's irrelevant. It's an essential item in this day and age. It can't be that expensive.

So when the young justice team is hanging out at Mount Justice and Wally complains about his phone being old and not working right or not holding a charge the same anymore, Robin barely looks up from his phone and shrugs, saying in a nonchalant tone, "Dude just get a new one then."

"Oh yeah, let me just go get a brand new phone," Wally mocks, scoffing. The sarcasm goes completely over his head.

"B gets me a new phone all time. Just ask your dad, dude."

Everyone stares at him. Even Conner, who somehow knows more about things like this than Dick does. Cadmus psychic education was good for something, apparently.

When Dick looks up, he's confused about why everyone is staring at him.

"What, dude?" he asks, not understanding why Wally is making so many faces at him.

"You are so stupid sometimes," is all Wally says.

"What?" Dick asks again. Then he sits up, a frown on his face. "What's that supposed to mean!"

"It means you have no idea how a normal person lives," Wally jokes.

"That's not true!"

"It's totally true."

"Rob, dude," Wally says slowly, gently, as if Robin is a dumb little child. "Yesterday, you called M'gann outrageous for using raspberries in one of her dessert recipes."

"She used the whole container of them!" Robin defends himself, his voice getting a bit higher. "For a tart she didn't know she'd even like!"

"Robin," Wally says slowly, folding his hands, "how much do you think a box of raspberries costs?"

Robin shakes his head, looking offended.

"I dunno, but it's expensive!"

"But getting multiple new phones a year isn't?" Wally scoffs.

"They're essential!"

"A brand new phone is not essential!"

"It can't cost that much!" Robin argues. "You're so full of shit, Wally, you're just being mean to me!"

"You're literally wearing a designer jacket right now," Wally points out, tugging at Robin's jacket. Robin pulls away from him with an even more dramatic frown.

"What does that have to do with anything?" Robin whines.

"It means you're a snob," Artemis snorts.

"I am not!"

"You have a brand new WayneTech phone that only came out on the market like a month ago," Artemis tells him, "and you're wearing a jacket that's more expensive than one of my textbooks for school."

"It's a book, how expensive can it be?" Robin scrunches his nose up, not understanding the argument she's making. They go to the same school anyway (not that Artemis knows that). It's a textbook. It can't be that expensive. He remembers buying plenty of books with his parents, and his mom always encouraged him to get several at a time. The fact that they were pre-owned and came from a bin had nothing to do with it, obviously. Books are practically free. Artemis is just being annoying.

Artemis just lets out a laugh, shaking her head at him.

"Robbie, dude, my best friend," Wally laughs, sitting down on the couch next to him and wrapping an arm around his shoulders. "Who buys your clothes?"

"What does that have to do with anything?" Robin whines. When Wally pokes at him and insists he just answer the question, Robin pouts. "Agent A buys them."

"Who goes grocery shopping?"

"Agent A."

"Who pays your school fees?"

"B."

"Who pays for your phone?"

"B."

"Do you actually know how much anything costs?"

Dick blinks behind the dark sunglasses he's wearing, tilting his head at Wally. He looks around and sees how the whole team is staring at him, amusement clear on all their faces, and he frowns at all of them.

"I'm thirteen!" he whines. "I'm not supposed to pay for my own shit! You're all so mean to me!"

He pushes Wally off of him and stomps out of the room, ignoring the way they start laughing and how he hears Artemis mention something about him being spoiled. He's not spoiled. There's no way.

He ends up going back to the batcave, and he finds Bruce sitting at the batcomputer, trying to figure out the link between a recent case and an old one they'd solved months ago. Dick drags his feet the entire way over to him, groaning and whining as he drapes across Bruce's lap dramatically. Bruce just chuckles, patting Dick's back, but letting him have his dramatic moment without interruption. When Dick turns to look at Bruce with a pout on his face, Bruce just raises an eyebrow at him.

"Am I spoiled?"

Bruce chuckles again, a little smile on his face. He pinches one of Dick's cheeks and laughs when Dick whines and swats his hand away.

"Maybe a little bit," Bruce admits. "But it's fine."

"Wally says I have no idea how normal people live."

"That might be true," Bruce says with a shrug, going back to patting Dick's back. "You went from one extreme to the other. But I don't think it's anything to be concerned about."

"The team was being mean to me for it!"

"Meh," Bruce hums, not looking bothered, "fuck 'em then."

Dick snorts, and Bruce looks down to smile at him, then they both look around to make sure Alfred wasn't around to hear Bruce swear. Alfred should still be upstairs preparing dinner. They're in the clear.

"Wally's phone is old and sucks," Dick mutters to Bruce.

"I'll give one to Barry to give him," Bruce says easily.

They're both quiet for a moment, Dick still draped over Bruce's lap, Bruce still looking through old case files. Finally, Dick looks up at Bruce and asks, "B, how much does a banana cost?"

"I dunno," Bruce shrugs. "Ten bucks?"

Dick nods his head. Good, good. They're in agreement. It must be right.

[oddlylovingaddiction]

HOW YOU MET YOUR HUSBAND (Multi-hero short blurbs!)

Short little spin offs / ideas of this fic because I’m working on two and a half long fics which include the second part of coming full circle and it’s lowkey painful 💔💔💔

Warning!! Slightly suggestive but not graphic, mentions of alcohol and stalking briefly.

Miguel o’hara x gn!reader + Conner (Kon-el) Kent x gn!reader

Miguel O’ Hara

— This one is so easy you totally met him at some coffee shop, he accidentally bumped into you and spilled your favourite drink on your favourite outfit. This guy listen after losing his family he’s definitely a bit of an asshole.

— Now listen, you’re rich from daddy Bruce’s allowance and normally you wouldn’t give a fuck. Get it dry cleaned washed bam good as new but this mf (Miguel) goes “make sure to watch where you’re going.” Which pisses you off. And you were already having a bad enough day as is because you were late to one of your many therapy appointments.

Then you decide to pull a stupid stunt. As he’s walking away you run directly into him, making sure to spill the remainder of your drink alllllll down his back and pants.

Now it’s his turn to be pissed.

— “Did… you just do that deliberately?” He ask his face souring as you smirk. “Sorry, but make sure to watch where you’re going.” You repeat back snarky.

You both proceeded to argue in the coffee shop over who was right. You eventually got him to admit he was wrong after about 30 minutes to which he apologized for it. You would’ve told him to pay for the dry cleaning for forgiveness however you doubt he could afford to pay for it, so instead he offered to help you do any psychical labour. You happily took that offer since you just moved into your knew apartment and needed help assembling your bed frame.

— same day he didn’t just assemble your bed, he helped test it out too after you teased him just a bit too much. 🤭

— although your relationship started off, he’s not a one and done guy he’s COMMITTED. After that experience he’ll get your number and take you regularly on dates until finally asking you to be his.

— as your relationship progresses he definitely becomes more relaxed and smiles more, he’s definitely sarcastic as hell but never in a mean way that would make you upset. He’s also DEFINITELY a guy whose love language is touch. Like he has to be touching your shoulder, your face your back anywhere he can make sure you’re a 100% still there and real.

— I think he would also be semi-quick to propose to you since he genuinely can’t imagine you not being in his future. Like this guy has a ring picked out month into dating officially.

Conner (Kon-El) Kent

— Totalllyyyy met this guy at a party or club and you were introduced my a mutual friend, you guys hit it off right away and went to his that same night

— Unlike Miguel it would probably be a one time thing in his eyes. However fate always brings you back to each other.

Book store? You’re both there. Movie Theater? You’re Both there. It actually gets to the point after the 8th time Conner pulls you aside and asks if you’re stalking him because the dick was that good.

— You’re pissed he’s just accusing you when in your eyes HE’S stalking YOU. You proceed to tell him it was even that good (you’re lying) and that really he’s only good for a drunken mistake (you were both sober)

— Let’s just say he’s pissed. And this man has an EGO, so he says “Oh yeah? I’ll prove you wrong.”

— And that’s how you two started dating. For the first phew dates it’s a battle of the wills until you both get to know each other and realize you weren’t stalking each other you guys just have a lot in common. Everything became more relaxed after that.

— Not a guy who quickly labels things HOWEVER he definitely doesn’t have anyone else. You know this because he just comes over all the time. It’s like he moved himself in. One time you came back home to your apartment late and he was sat outside just waiting for you to let him.

— he never asks you to be his he just proposes to you. Genuinely.

— It was an evening on a random Sunday and you both just finished fooling around. And this man pops out with your dream ring.

“Meeting you was the best thing to ever happen to me and I think the next best thing if you we spent the rest of our lives together.”

It was such a random thing but you could tell he was serious even though he was smiling like a giddy lunatic.

Fortunately for you he was your giddy lunatic for the rest of your life.

[witherby]

Can mouse forcefully get spit out if the pocket dimension? Like if theyre in that dimension in a dark room in that blob from, but the room had like ALL the lights turn on from every angle so no shadow is cast, would they fly out?

Fantastic question!! I'll answer you in three separate scenarios.

If Flittermouse goes into the darkness of a room and then all of the lights get turned on, thus generating no shadows at all, Mouse simply wouldn't be able to re-emerge in that room. They would have to travel through their pocket dimension to a space that is dark, and pop back out from there.

If they slip into a shadow, then manifest as a dark little blob where a shadow doesn't naturally form, and then the room becomes bright, it's distinctly uncomfortable. They can hold position for a short while, but fighting against light will wear them out, and they'll release the flat form they have to rest in the pocket dimension. Dim light can be overpowered and disabled to eliminate the problem, but lights with powerful lumens are overwhelming and often avoided.

And the same is true in reverse! If Mouse is in an already bright room that isn't generating any shadows (which I'll be utilizing in my angsty Conner prompt btw 😏), they can't slip into the darkness to leave it. Mouse cannot create darkness from nothing; it has to be in the same space they're occupying in order for them to be able to manipulate it.

Long story short: once Flittermouse has made it into the dark, they can't be forced out. But if you catch them out of the dark and illuminate the space, they can't get in.

Thank you for asking! I've been sitting on that info for a looong time wondering if anybody was interested 🩷

[l0s3rd0wnt0wn]

Low-key I'm loving Danny Phantom more then conner

(It seems like many of you liked it, so I will post one more.)

Loving Danny is hard; he's smothering you with his love, cuddling you as if you might slip out of his arms and fall into a great abyss. Sometimes it's too much, and other times, it's just right. Receiving this amount of attention from someone who loves and trusts you with all their heart feels good, and it feels even better to kiss him on those cold, ghostly lips; it makes you shake. Sometimes, he'll get too excited and phase through your face or body, but there’s always an upside: he can choose to phase through his clothes or yours, so there's no need for hassle. You always tease him when he does it; he can't even wait to take off his shirt—he has to go throw it! He's such a dork, your dork, of course. So when he has you on your back, his hand drifting up to your chest, it makes you think of him more as a hunk than your dork boyfriend who bumps into the wall, forgetting he's not in ghost form. His kisses are sloppy and desperate, but they have the same amount of passion. The bridge of his nose keeps bumping into your glasses, and you both can't stop giggling. Your hand goes up to run through his hair and feel it starting to get longer, covering half his neck. He hasn't noticed you got closer and placed a kiss on his neck; you could feel him shiver not because he isn't wearing a shirt.

"Dan, your hair is getting shaggy," you mumbled in a lovesick haze, staring up at him with half-lit eyes. You could see his soft blue eyes widen in surprise as he sat up.

"Is it bad!?" he screamed, feeling the back of his head. It is getting longer, and he's freaking out. He flopped on your bed in full despair.

"Is there something wrong?" You crawled over to him, looking down as he groaned in pain. You stroked his back gently.

"YES SOMETHING’S WRONG!" He shouts his face all sad now like a wounded puppy

"If I get long hair, I'll look like... him!" Danny grimaced and looked away. Pure shame and despair were plastered on his face. You thought for a moment about who he was talking about until a lightbulb went up in your head.

"You don't want to look like Vlad, huh?" You said sweetly, rolling lazy circles on his back. Gently, you felt his body relax under your touch. He nodded in agreement.

"Plus, I think boys with long hair are hot." You ran your hand up his back and to his hair; you lifted it up gently and kissed the back of his neck, feeling him shiver while his ears turned red. That was a good sign.

"Really?" he huffed.

"Really? It means I can do this," you tugged gently on his hair, and he gasped. He lifted himself up. Danny's head hung low, and you were tackled to the bed as if he were a football player. You laughed out loud, but this wasn't a joke—not anymore. Trust will be dealt with.

[the--firevenus]

The missed opportunity of this fandom to not make an au of baby Terry being Bruce child and last of the Batfam addition

HEAR ME OUT. I KNOW THIS IS VERY FANON AND OOC... BUT CONSIDER THIS. IT'S FUNNY. AND FUN.

In the au Terry exist via clone made by Cadmus or something ala Conner Kent, but instead of mix DNA with someone, it's purely Bruce's DNA, and maybe some enhancement (maybe actually mix with someone but idk, put that in the clipboard) .. But here the catch, somehow the existing of this tube baby caught in the wind and he was rescue by the Batfam (don't asked me the logistic, stick with me, this is brainstorming session)

But, unlike the usual test tube kid or whatever. Terry is just a human baby, a child. Sure Bruce had taken care of Damian when he's young but not this young. And technically? Terry is his son?? Right?? Logistically???? If he raise him? Even tho he also technically a clone??? Whatever. Put that on the clipboard.

Que in the shenanigans, Bruce that was like thinking he's a veteran of taking care of kids by now, suddenly fubbling and start at square one of parenting again cuz THIS IS A BABY... Sure he had took care of other people baby for a bit, learning how to change their diaper and make baby formula... But that someone's else's kid and he only took care of them for a while... THIS IS NEW.. NEW BABY... WHAT IS SUPPOSED TO DO!?!?!? (some part of him was kinda happy to take care of Terry that young cuz he never got the chance to do the same to Damian)

Que Dick kinda amused seeing Bruce looked like the same guy that first adopted him, clueless of parenting (even tho that's not true) and unsure, I think he'd help Bruce around when he had the time, buying baby formula and diapers, or maybe offer to cover Bruce's patrol shift once in a while (you think you've seen Bruce being sleep deprived juggling his vigilante life, his playboy sona life and being a dad of 6+? THINK AGAIN. the new baby had him PASSED THE FUCK OUT whenever he can. Plus man is old. You can't blame him for no longer as agile as new parents are)

I think Jason (if we assume this au is Jason and Bruce relationship being better) would be like "I'm only here to see the baby", and he did, but he also told Bruce to go nap "you look like me after lazarus pit old man", in my head Jason I'd a great babysitter cuz he had helped Roy with Lian, he knows his way, kinda, while talking to the baby as if it's a big man, "listen when you're older, I'm your favourite okay, and I will taught you All the things B didn't want you to do >:)"

Felt like Tim would be the most experienced in the "clone but also not really" department cuz... Yk... Probably advocate any health check if Bruce asked, he may experience with it on someone older in age but Terry is a baby, they need plan if things goes sour and Tim had plans if Bruce need backup. With that said, I like to think when he hold Terry up in his arm, he's suddenly the most over protective brother ever, "I only have this child for a day but if anything happen to him, I will kill everyone in this room and then myself" (and he meant it 100%)

In my head Damian would be the one that felt the most conflicted of Terry existent, on one hand.. Yes they technically share the same blood as the Waynes, but he also so used of being the youngest one, suddenly he felt his position threaten even tho he's aware this baby can't even defeat him even with 100 years of training, he scowl at the baby in Bruce's arm, unpleased of this newcomer that threatening his heir position,,, then baby Terry hold Damian hand and how the tiny baby hand can only hold one of his finger.. " He is so weak father.." "that's because he's still little.." "he's useless.... I shall be there to train him stronger when he's of age." ( "in the meanwhile I will protect his soft bones")

Alfred when he saw baby Terry was a bit stunned, he looked just like baby Bruce it's actually insane but also endearing. Suddenly he smile so fondly remembering the day when Thomas and Martha show him then newly born Bruce to him, so soft, so fragile, so innocent untouched of the cruelty of the world. He found himself promising to do his duty to this new Wayne the same way he said to Thomas and Martha the day Bruce's born.

[acid-ixx]

I need to know will we find out that Alfred orcastrated all of this caps an if we do I can imagine we would go at him like it no tomorrow because how dare he ruin the only sense of peace and independence we had just to be selfish!?

— masterlist !

honestly, for all the times alfred has manipulated a lot of shit that went on with your life, you'd think someone would find out by now, but sadly, that isn't the case at all. he's very much written as someone secretly selfish and possessive of your time early on, disguised as someone incredibly selfless and caring — and i won't deny that he isn't, he does care for your safety and well-being, but let's not forget that he's a soldier first and a parent figure second — and with just how low the mc's self-esteem is, his charity work of even sparing you the slightest bit of attention is placed above a pedestal.

in fact, he's so great at what he does that nobody really questions why he even chose to redact a lot of parts in your life to twist the narrative (vague). again, you're the only sense of normalcy around the manor, the only (emphasis on this for plot reasons 😉) person he can treat as family without having to constantly worry about your well-being as opposed to your other family members who work as vigilante.

sadly, pookie, his motives will only be revealed by the near end of a story or once you do get a confrontation scene with him the same as you do with every character, and with the help of a secret character i have yet to introduce, it'll be you who pieces up the entire story and what made the family perceive you as someone so forgettable; and even though alfred's has to take the most blame— it still doesn't deny the fact that you've still been neglected by your immediate family one way or another. it's just that the only difference now is how strained you'll be acting with everybody the longer the fiasco goes on.

and when i mean you'll have to deal with everybody, everyone will, one way or another, have a special chapter dedicated to them that's as long as jason's chapter since although you're the closest to jason, you have special moments in the past with them that i want to particularly highlight.

just know that, either way, i intend for this fanfic to hurt everyone emotionally <333 you really have nobody on your side other than conner, your cat, and that one secret character (alongside catwoman and talia al ghul and a few other rogues of batman, since they're pivotal for the mother's role and for your own character arc; you'll be meeting them sooner or later)