#slade Wilson x y/n

[i-yap]

Slade Wilson X batsis!reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[froggyfics]

Play Fighting

You have a training session with Slade.

This was suppose to come out in September 2023...It's now February 2024. We're gonna just be happy this is finally completed.

Additional note at the bottom

I categorized this as a fem!reader, just because I mentioned “girl” once in this fic. So, I hope that those who prefer gender neutral readers will still enjoy this. 

Feedback is always appreciated. Feel free to message me privately or comment below to let me know what you think. Constructive criticism is always welcome! 

Pairing: Slade Wilson x fem!reader

Theme: Fluff

Word Count: 1,279

You grunt as your back crudely hits the mat once again. The pain shocks your system, but you’re not at all surprised that you’re in this position.

“I told you, I’m not good at this stuff,” you grumble.

“Get back up,” he commands.

Rage surges through your body and if looks could kill, he would be six feet under already.  He laughs heartily, with his palm clutching his chest.

“You think you can intimidate me, doll? A little girl like you?”

His mocking tone acts as a battery for you, and your depleted energy disappears. You grab the sword that you dropped on the ground and position yourself in a battle stance. 

“Make sure you protect your chin,” he instructs.

You ignore his suggestion.

“Protect your chin,” he repeats.

“Protect your own chin,” you mutter.

He doesn’t respond with words, but instead lunges at you. The speed at which he travels makes you shriek, and you can’t help but drop your sword and cover yourself with your arms. You glue your eyes shut, waiting for the impact.

It never comes. Seconds pass before you slowly open your eyes once again. He’s just standing there with a smirk on his face and his arms crossed. His hair droops down due to his sweat and is sticking out in different directions. The rash guard he has on clings to his body - his muscles barely contained by the thin polyester. The sight of him in front of you makes you salivate, but of course, you can’t let him know that you’re desperately attracted to him. You have an intense crush on him, but you know better than to fall for those ocean blue eyes – sorry – eye. 

“Stop looking at me like that, Slade! C’mon,” you exclaim, as you pick your weapon back up. You can’t stand how he looks pityingly at you. “Fight me like a man!” You try to goad him, but Slade, ever the patient one, refuses to indulge you. 

You beg, plead, and even shout expletives at him to resume the training session. Slade continues to stand in front of you, arms crossed, with that knowing smile on his face. 

The situation is more frustrating given that your gaze falls onto his lips every few seconds. You’re so angry that you can’t control your own impulses. It’s cruel that a man with such a hideous personality could look so attractive.

Well, if he’s not going to fight you, you’ll have to bring the fight to him.

You leap towards him, sword in hand, stabbing the air repeatedly as Slade easily dodges your every attack. He’s light on his feet for a man of his stature. Within seconds, you can feel your fatigue overcome you, especially in your arm.

“Getting tired?”

“Not at all,” you heave. You’re definitely tired, but you won’t let Slade in on that information.

“You can tell me if ya get tired. I know pretty girls like you aren’t used to being pushed around like this,” he purrs.

Thankfully, your face is already red from the training session, otherwise, his comment would’ve made you look like a tomato. 

“Whatever.”

Something in the air changes once the word leaves your mouth. Slade no longer has a playful smirk on his face. He neither smiles nor frowns, but his eye gives away his true feelings. He’s glaring at you.

He lunges at you once more. This time, you don’t cower. You desperately swipe at him with your sword, but it’s useless against him. 

He’s suddenly within arm’s reach, and he slaps your wrist with an open palm. You nearly lose your grip on your sword’s handle, but you recover quickly. 

“I like you girl, but you got one hell of a bratty attitude. Don’t think I won’t teach you a lesson if I got to.”

“You seemed fine with my attitude not too long ago.” You struggle against his grasp, but he has a firm grip on you.

“Yeah? Well, my patience has run out.”

“That’s too bad, I like giving you an attitude.”

He forcibly yanks your arm, and suddenly you’re dangerously close to him. You’re so close that you can smell him. He smells a bit of sweat, with an undercurrent of…vanilla?

“I like correcting attitudes.”

A polite smile crosses your face. “Wait till I tell everyone that the big, bad Deathstroke uses girly body wash. You smell like a bakery.”

Pain radiates up and down the column of your spine. Your back hits the mat before you even register that Slade had leg sweeped you.

For the millionth time in this training session, he has the advantage. He hovers above you in a lunge - triumph oozing out of him. 

You want to humble him so badly. 

He clutches his hip after you punch the bony part of his pelvis as hard as you could. The punch distracts him momentarily, but it’s long enough for you to slither your way out from under him. 

For good measure, you slap him once. Redness immediately begins to surge on his cheek as his capillaries break. You know you’re definitely going to regret doing that later, but you just couldn't resist!

You swing your sword and stop just before it connects to his neck.

Slade wobbles for a moment, still in a lunge, but rights himself within a few seconds. His gaze moves from the sword to you and back to the sword several times. 

It’s at this moment that you think you’ve gone too far, specifically with the slap. Sure, you’re cheeky with Slade every once in a while, but he's always real quick to set you straight when he’s not in the mood.

Based on his expression, he’s not in the mood right now.

However, he’s right where you want him. The upper hand you have - however momentary - makes you all the more confident to do what you’ve been wanting to do for so long.

“Kiss me.”

Slade rarely gets caught by surprise, so you revel in his stupor. “You have a sword to my throat,” he responds with an air of disbelief.

You roll your eyes. “Don’t act like you can’t get out of this situation.”

He doesn’t move. You continue to stare at one another. Sweat gathers in the crevices between your palm and the sword handle, loosening your grip. You swallow loudly. Has it always been this hot in here? Did you just make it creepy? Can he not be this damn irresistible?

“Kiss me,” you whine, a bit more desperately this time.

He sighs deeply, taking a moment to mull over his options.

“Fine,” he says. He leans forward to reach your lips, and you raggedly bend over to meet him halfway. The sharp blade presses into his neck, but he doesn’t seem to notice.

When he’s near centimeters from your face, a great idea crosses your mind. An idea that would solidify your victory for this training session. You let him lean even more closely to you - so close that his eye begins to close in preparation for the kiss. Once his eye closes, you remove the sword from his neck and swiftly move to the side.

The sword acted as a barrier for Slade to keep him upright - once the sword was removed, he fell forward. 

Any other person would have laughably landed on their face, but Slade, ever the skillful mercenary, plants his palms on the floor and pulls himself into a half-plank position. 

He turns his face to look at you with a look of annoyance.

You unceremoniously drop the blade and place your hands on your hips. “Oh, Slade, you take things way too seriously. We were only just play fighting!”

Note: I got the prompt "kiss me...you have a sword to my throat" from @celestialwrites however!!!!! I cannot find for the life of me the exact post that inspired me

[dragonsandwolvesohmy]

I could've sworn I read a fic that was self insert, reader insert, second person POV or similar. It had the MC (Main Character) ending up in an Alpha/Beta/Omega DCU world somehow. She makes friends with her boss at her new job, who is either a beta or also an omega. The A/B/O thing comes as a surprise to her later.

She meets Deathstroke or Deadshot in a bar while she's reading, and they approach her eventually. (I think she visits multiple times) I think it's a ship between MC and multiple people, a reverse harem situation maybe. It also might've been Yandere but I don't know about that. I do know it was incomplete.

[dead-sane-stuff]

Y/N: just remember this Deathstroke, what comes around, is ALL around !!!

Dick and Damian: ...

Slade: Dont you mean what goes around comes around?

Y/N : .... YOUR NOT GETTING THE LAST WORD IN.

[scremogirl]

☾✧꥟ 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 ✧✰☀︎︎

𝐌𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐫𝐚𝐳𝐢𝐞𝐬

!Deathstroke; Slade Wilson Edition!

Yea…no.

Sure, you knew when signing up for this job that you’d be dealing with the worst of the worst. You knew that the amount these guys racked up is probably more than your yearly salary. You knew that this was a building filled with maniacs and lost souls. You knew that. What you didn’t know is that you’d have to be dealing with this guy.

Slade Wilson; mercenary, assassin, business man, and just over all powerhouse. You will say that he isn’t the worst on your roster, but he isn’t the nicest either. It doesn’t matter to you though, everyone in here could be thrown into the same category. You snapped out of your thoughts when the telltale buzzing sound hit your ears, signaling that your next patient was here. The conversation between you and the guards was routine; telling you the patient's name, what they're here for, blah blah blah. As they leave, Wilson takes the seat right across from you instead of the much more comfortable couch. You suspect this to be some sort of intimidation tactic, lessening the distance between you so you feel uncomfortable. He wants to make himself look bigger, badder; you’re not falling for it. Noting this makes you feel more certain so you puff out your chest more, head held a little higher.

“Good Afternoon, Mr Wilson. I’m Dr. (L/n) and I’ll be your new physiatrist and occasional therapist,”

“Occasional?”

“Yes, occasional. Lord knows how understaffed we are,” that last part was mumbled under your breath, or at least, you thought it was; seeing as you earned a chuckle from the mane across from you. Yes, this is a good start.

“So, Mr Wilson,” you perk up a bit

“Is there anything you’d like for me to know about you? Any worries, concerns, hobbies, things of the sort?” He pauses, his good eye analyzing you from top to bottom. His brows furrow slightly and the cuffs around his wrist slightly flank against each other from the tapping of his leg.

“Just one,” he says in a deep voice sending shivers down your spine. Not like that…I mean, yes like that, but could anyone really blame you? Just look at him.

“Anything, Mr Wilson,” you smile lightly as a sign of welcoming. You know whatever comes out of his mouth won’t be the most savory, no matter how severe, but you won’t let him see any weakness.

“How long do you think you’ll last here?” you’re about to inquire the meaning of his question but get caught off before you could ask.

“It’s obvious someone like you isn’t meant for a place like this. Too kind, too friendly, too small,” the octave of his voice goes down a little at the end.

“You’d get eaten alive in here,” you smile, soft and content. You sigh a tiny bit before looking up from your notepad looking directly at him.

“You’ve know me all of,” you take a glance over at the clock to the clock

“…five minutes and you’re already making assumptions. Even implying I quit the job I spent 13 yrs practicing for. How inconsiderate, Mr Wilson,”

The playfulness in your voice brings back that slight tug of his lips and melodic chuckle. Two (Y/n) zero Slade Wilson.

“One could say that’s the whole point of your job isn’t it? Making assumptions. Trying to see what you think would help people like us; analyzing us as soon as we step through these doors,” damn, 2-1.

You return to smile again, this time in defeat, still never losing the airiness to it.

“Touché. However, I’m not so worried about assuming. It’s human nature to do so, is it not? You see a guy standing in a dark alleyway, hoodie covering his face, hands tucked deeply in his pockets,” you rummage through your desk drawer before pulling out two erasers. One a cow face and the other a little pig. You set them down in front of you before continuing.

“You’ll think one of many things; A, he’s a smoked out crackhead waiting to ask for some money. B, a low life thug ready to mug you for all your worth, or C, a murder in the loose ready to make you his next victim,” you glance up at your patient, he seems confused as to where you’re going with this. Good.

“My point is that everyone assumes. No matter what. It’s my job to separate the lies from the truth m. To find out who you really are,” you smile for the nth time, he starts to grow annoyed. How can you be so carefree with someone like him?

“You gonna tell me where you’re going with this?”

“Tell me, Mr Wilson,” you point to the erasers you previously set out.

“Which one of these do you think is my favorite?” He shoots a quick look at his choices and then back at you. He assumi-…guessing that you want to prove a point, make him see he’s wrong. Not gonna happen. He takes his time, he knows about you, how could he not. Everyone knows when fresh meat gets sent into this hell hole, easier to manipulate. When he heard you were assigned to him he did some digging into your history, but… he couldn’t find anything. A regular person with an irregular job. There has to be a reason for this. Earlier when tried to assess you he thought you were nothing but another innocent to be corrupted, but from the situation that he’s in now… he’s assum- guessing he’s wrong. Damn… you are good. 3-1.

“Neither,” hm? What is he talking abou-

“It’s the one on your pencil. That’s your favorite,”

You laugh, of course he’d figure it out. Ever since you two started talking you’d fiddle with the end of your pencil from time to time. The little bunny remains stationary at the end of it. 3-2.

“You figured it out, didn’t you?” he smiles before man-spreading his legs a little wider, shoulders falling back slightly.

“Well, Deathstroke, I just give credit where it’s due. However,” you say dragging out the last syllable.

“One thing you failed to notice this one thing,” you for some god unforsaken reason flip the eraser inside out and his face drops.

“It’s a sheep,”

4-1

I kinda lost motivation at the end so it’s a lil sloppy and doesn’t really make sense ¯\_(ツ)_/¯. Just tryna get over my writer’s block and last week's bust ass schedule. Hope you enjoyed it anyways.

Love, Sosa❤️

[thesharktanksdriver]

The Cost of Power (Romantic)

Ok listen, Professor Venomous from ok ko is super hot and like I really like his character so I thought, what if I made a y/n based off of him in dc. Even more big brain idea of them being a weapons supplier to villains and those villains eventually gaining feelings

I left y/n in this gender neutral and the whole thing of professor venomous having purple skin up to reader interpretation of y/n having that feature or not

Btw in this y/n is confident in their abilites but has some deep rooted insecurities about doing better and getting power to make themself feel secure. Their also kinda an oblivious lil bitch cause of that lol

If y’all like this I’ll make more with more villains and some platonic stuff. also send in suggestions for some villains if you'd like

In a world that has super hero’s and villains of wild proportions, gifted with powers of all kinds it’s easy to be cast aside when you are not to their standard

You were a hero once, part of the few gifted with powers beyond anyone’s wildest dreams

It was great, you were happy helping people and the adrenaline that came with the job

Fuck, you even worked with the god Damn justice league of all people. Everything had seemed to finally be good in your life

But even with that there was always doubt in the back of your mind

You could do better, sure you were a good hero but not a great one despite how much people tried to convince you of it

You could’ve done more to save others, your powers would never be good enough to be compared to the others no matter how much your worked

You felt inadequate in your own skin, in your own suit, with your powers

In some ways you felt stupid for feeling that way, Batman and Green arrow didn’t have powers and they were just fine

But it just kept simmering and simmering for you until a breaking point

You tried making a machine to help enhance your abilities, it was meant to push them to the next level as to make you more effective

To finally get rid of that stupid voice in the back of your mind

But it backfired badly, really badly

It ended up getting rid of your powers all together and nearly killed you in the process

You were powerless again, like you’d felt all your life until you became a hero

You were useless now

At best you’d maybe be put on tech support but why would they do that when they have someone like cyborg or Batman with his gadgets

So you left

You left your half vaporized and shredded uniform and gave up on being a hero until you’d be able to create a cure

Luckily no one knew your identity nor did you know theirs so you migrated into base where you began developing equipment

It went on like this for about a year until you needed money and you decided to sell some weapons

And Bane ended up buying from you

You justified it at first, that you’d make up for it when you got your powers back

But eventually it felt good…really good

And then you began selling to other villains and saw the demand they had for your schematics and machines

You felt powerful again, infact you felt more powerful than you did with your powers

And that’s where you realized that you don’t need powers to have power

All you needed was to create a supply and demand plus build partnerships with other certain people

And you were golden

As mentioned earlier Bane is your first buyer of all people

And thus the first to gain feelings for you

It’s a slow thing at first as it is for the other villains as well

What hooks his attention is your intelligence which is sadly a hard trait to find in the underworld

Your smart like him, frighteningly so

You create intricately made schematics and beautifully crafted machinery that helps enhance his venom

You even make the containers and tubes hooked up to him more durable

He likes that he can hold a conversation with you and can talk deeply about subjects which interest both him and you

For instance the topic of power

You respect him quite a bit, especially when learning of his childhood

And the respect is also mutual from him as well since he knows there more to you than meets the eye

Your a mystery to everyone, one that’s carefully crafted and sculpted from shadows and vague rumours

One in which he finds himself enraptured in as he begins to become more and more interested in you on a personal level

At some point while you adjust your new enhancements on him the talks become personal

And he finds himself leaning into your precise touch

And shit

Well he didn’t intend to end up this way but he can’t say that the feeling of his heart racing isn’t nice

It’s at this point when he realizes his feelings that he makes subtle moves

Like he pays a bit more than what was asked for, always writing it off as a tip for you excellent work

Giving you pet names in Spanish that have certain connotations

Hell, he even promises you protection should you need it along with promising that if you got into trouble he’d bail you out by force

The poor man is dropping hints faster than flies dropping from the sky due to a chemical leak

But you don’t catch on due to you thinking no one would actually like you other than in a business partnership way due to your still lingering insecurities

But dear god he’s getting real fed up with how you aren’t catching on at all

For as smart as you are, your kinda oblivious to everyone’s advances

Like he’s been calling you nicknames in Spanish with romantic connotations and you don’t bat an eye at it even though he knows you know Spanish?!!?

Don’t be surprised next you come over and see an indent in the wall from him bashing his head against it in fucking frustration

Though he presumes that also is something he enjoys with you, how despite your intelligence your still a emotionally stoic genius

He 100% uses the fact he bought from you first and knew you the longest to all the others after your cold unbeating heart

He really likes stirring the pot especially when seeing how pissed off he can make others

Oh it’s so fun to toy with them until they break

And he intends to do that until he’s the last one in this race standing though unfortunately that will be hard for him to do considering everyone else is just as invested in it

Slade is another bunch of your clients that buys your weapons quite frequently

He likes your work along with the fact that your punctual

Your never late nor do you waste time on bullshit to get to the point of the conversation

After spending a long time with people skirting around details and dilly dallying he finds it nice

Your just to the point and you don’t disguise your motives

Along with that your prices are fair and your weapons are worth it

You meet in secluded places with him, handing him over the weapons safely stored in a bag as he transfers the money to you

It’s during one of these meets though that it’s interrupted by some random thugs

Before he can even point blank shoot them you just take out the weapon from its case and takes care of them

Just blam

While he’s standing there thinking about how attractive that was lol

“We’ll I guess we can consider that a weapon test if your still interested in buying”

Yeah…seeing you absolutely decimate some poor fools with you own weapon, lab coat fluttering in the wind really hits something in him

And gets worse as times goes on and those private meets spaces end up eventually taking place in his apartment where he offers coffee (that you desperately need)

Slade goes through like 7 stages of denial and then accepts it one day as he realizes that others are after you too

It kinda gets worse when Rose ended up there once while you were advertising some new sniper scope and you suddenly go from stoic and emotionless to gently patching her up

And while he has a strained relationship with her at best he still cares for her more than he’d like to admit

And seeing that you care for kids and took to patching her wounds with care and a certain gentleness in your voice just kinda hits him hard and hrrnnnnjajajajajsjn

(👆🏻his brain)

He gets really competitive with everyone else cause when he has his sights set on something/someone he ain’t letting down easily

Meanwhile Rose is just watching from the sidelines. Like she may dislike her dad heavily but after the few encounters she’s had with you she likes you

So she’s kinda silently hoping that something good comes out of this

Either way she gets to watch him get stressed from half your clientele feeling the same way he does lol

At one point he legit asks you out on a date and you misinterpret that as “a work date where you can tell me of your newest items on the market”

Safe to say he’s a bit salty after that especially when he’s now been roped into buying a new rifle (though he does admit he needed a new one anyways)

What makes it worse is that he swears your flirting with him sometimes? Or at least you sound like your flirting with how you phrase shit and the tone of voice you use

Maybe he’s looking too much into your words but why must you say such hot evil shit

Plus your damn lab coat and black turtleneck combo is so fine

You don’t even know the hold you have on this man lol

Has 100% offered to give you a discount for any of his services should you need it

Like taking out competition but you just say you want to crush them via taking all their buyers yourself and watch them get panicky

by god he respects that sentiment and you get a good hardy chuckle out of him

While Harley and Ivy are a bit more relaxed than they were before their relationship that still doesn’t mean they don’t want to check out your stock especially since you also make stuff for plants

And of course ivy eats that up and Harley eats it up as well since it makes Ivy super happy

As they say happy wife girlfriend happy life

But as they casually shop from you Harley and Ivy begin to find your company quite fun!

You kinda begin to act as a counterbalance to Harley’s wild ideas and Ivy’s more controlled ones

You Find a middle ground for both of them in most situations and inventions made specifically for them

It’s then that they begin inviting you to their apartment, a place where you unwind a bit from the stress of everything

You’ve spent many a nights planning and building and selling so it’s nice to just relax and watch a movie with them

To watch a schlocky horror film sandwiched between the two women as you hold a popcorn bowl in your lap

Hyenas curled near your feet

Unsurprisingly they both kinda start catching feelings and both are much more in-tuned with their emotions than most other suitors and catch on quick that they got feelings

Now the thing about them as well is that both communicate with one another and when they both realize that the feeling is mutual they both decide might as well

These bi queens are working together on this but you ignore the signs cause a) their in a relationship with one another they couldn’t possibly like me and b) their just really affectionate with me cause I’m their friend

Honestly instead of frustrating them it just makes Harley laugh cause like “Puddin your smart but not that smart”

Both of them bond with you over the fact that they’ve also got high educations themselves!. Ivy in particular cause she give good tips on how to make your machines eco friendly

Listen you may be a criminal with morally grey sense of ethics but your not a complete asshole

Harley shows her interest through affection so be prepared for a lot of hugs, hand holding and even some kisses on the cheek if your comfortable with it

Giving you cheek kisses is hilarious to her cause how the fuck are you not catching on and it also pisses off the boys

She also LOVES nicknames. Once she’s friends with you she ain’t ever calling you by your name again, it’s just nicknames galore from then on out

As a sign of trust she actually asks you to look after bud and Lou (her hyenas) when she and ivy go away for whatever reason

At this point the two are big puppies around you and you have a soft spot for the two balls of spotted fur

At some point Harley kinda subconsciously psycho analyzes you just out of habit

And by doing that she kinda figured out that your inability to see all the hints thrown your way by several people stems from some insecurities

She’s not certain what caused said insecurities but she gets the sense that due to something in the past you can’t see others perceiving yourself as anything other than an ally or a necessity

You enjoy the feeling of being relied on and the power that comes with being in such a position but can’t distinguish and justify when others seek more than just what you offer resource wise

…she may be reading more inbetween the lines but it kinda worries her a lot

Especially since she doesn’t know what might’ve caused you to think of yourself in such a way

But she keeps that to herself and Ivy, instead focusing on doing her best to make you happy and help you catch a hint

Ivy on the other hand shows affection Via gift giving and words of affirmation

She gifts you small plants and succulents that you now keep in your lab, properly watered and cared for

They also serve as a subconscious sign for your to look after yourself as well

They stand out well against the cold purple tinted steel, vibrant green’s brining in a sense of life to the place

Your base up until that point had always been…lifeless. Nothing personalized there but with Ivy’s gifts they help give the place something that had been missing

Along with plants she also gifts a lot of skin care and general health goods as an extra little thing

She also compliments you a lot, saying how great you look and how great your inventions are

She really enjoys when she can see the smallest bit of pride swell up in your eyes as you thank her

Both find it hilarious when you say or do something vaguely flirty but don’t realize it until they say and you get all flustered

They also say “no it’s ok, in fact say more” and you take it as a joke not knowing their 100% serious

Harvey and Two-face once bought from you and had intended to have it as a one time thing but once meeting up with you had decided to change their mind via coin flip

What had gotten both their attentions was the sense of duality that they saw in you

More so how they got the sense you weren’t like this once upon a time but something in you changed

Just like Harvey

So they continue to buy from you, trying to kinda figure you out while also enjoying the supplies you sell

You treat them as their own separate entities, not thinking of one as the “good” side nor one as the “bad” side

Harvey himself engages and enjoys the activities egged on by Two-face, releasing his self control to not act on his every thought

The only thing with Harvey is that he feels the guilt afterwards and still sometimes prefers to work stuff out somewhat civilly if the situation calls for it

He likes you can see the difference, that he isn’t designated as “good” like most do with him

You talk with him about law, but more specifically the best legal loopholes he knows of which makes him laugh

It’s honestly been a long while since someone talked to him, to Harvey

You don’t bring up what happened to him as to not be insensitive but you do ask him about his favourite cases he’s worked on

Ones that specifically caught his eye or had the most batshit (pun intended) insane stuff that happened in it

His favourite one he told you was the one involving the theft of a car which somehow ended up turning into something completely ridiculous and somehow had a circus involved

Your laugh makes something bubble up in him, genuine joy from feeling seen along with making you smile despite the bags he’s sees under your eyes

You remind him of himself in more ways than one in both good and bad. Something that makes him worry

Back in his collage days he obsessively worked, studied and if it weren’t for Bruce he’d likely never actually socialize with anyone much

And he sees that with how your obsessed with your craft but also the fact you seem to be trying to prove yourself to someone (though he guesses that someone is yourself)

He’s always been a good judge of character, being district attorney does that to you along with being able to see through people

And he sees some deep rooted issues

You try, and try and your confident in your abilities but you keep pushing yourself. Like an eternal hunger, one which he felt once before as he tried to do better, to take on as many cases as possible to help more and more people

Wait why does he care so much….oh shi-

Yeah so he kinda blanks once he realizes this, full on fucking blue screen as your talking one day and then Two-face takes over absolutely cackling at Harvey finally fucking realizing what he’s know for like an entire month now

Two-face on the other hand knows what he wants and once he realizes that’s you he’s already buckled into this roller coaster and ain’t prepared to leave midway through

He digs deep into getting to know you, what makes you tick and trying to see the sides in which you try to bury away

You somewhat open up after some prying from him, what can he say? He’s good with words

Especially since Harvey knew how to butter people up good

You mention a bit about childhood, having nothing and not having control of your life, not having and power over it.

And then you had it and things were great. But the the doubt began to set in, you felt inferior to everyone else and in trying to get to their level you lost everything

You can deprive someone of something like good food and they wouldn’t crave it until they got a taste of it. And once they do they can’t go back to the shit they are before

Which is what had happened to you

But now your role here has given you back that again, that control and security which you now need more than anything

For who are we all if not creature that crave more

Well uh that was a lot but he can’t say he’s surprised much

Both of them really like your confidence, but Two-face especially finds it to be fun

Seeing you quite literally strut past his goons and place down your briefcase on his desk is really a sight he finds amusing

He also finds himself surprisingly soft when you do not fear staring at his “half” of Harvey. You don’t flinch at the slight of charred and burned skin nor the slight hint of burnt flesh that lingers

you don’t even seem to hesitate shaking his hand, something most would shy away from doing

It feels nice just being treated like he isn’t Frankenstein’s monster, a creation that should’ve been destroyed rather than created

Unlike the others I see both Harvey and Two-Face not really being big on making their feelings for you known

They’d bother rather stay on the sidelines as others squabble as they use that time to get closer

In that sense their much more subtle with their shared approach

But both of them have their own ways of expressing interest.

For Harvey’s his is more traditionally Romantic gestures, something he kinda picked up on from Bruce’s many endeavours and stories of how he charmed yet another woman

He writes you notes, formal yet genuine sentiment leaking into every word written on old yellowed paper

Perhaps even some gifts of Designer pieces of clothing he’d thought you’d like

Excusing it as “it didn’t fit us” or “just thought you’d like it”

He honestly gets a bit finicky when gifting these to you and whatever confidence he had slips away like sand between his fingertips

It only gets worse when you smile and accept it from him

Two-face on the other hand is more practical in his affection

Straight on telling you to your face that your attractive in both personality and looks

And supplying you with imports of supplies you need

[lazycats-stuff]

Hello, do you accept orders? If so, you could make a dick grayson x male reader, where the reader is a mercenary son of deathstroke and they are a couple, but the bat family doesn't know about their relationship (for obvious reasons) and that during a fight with the family of bats the reader is hurt and that Dick cares so much about him, that he doesn't mind going to help his boyfriend and that the others find out about their relationship, and well that in the end there are tender scenes between dick and the reader. I'm sorry if it's an inconvenience.

This is adorable. I want someone like Dick Grayson in my life.

Summary: Dick and (Y/N) are together, however, one is a good guy and one is a bad guy. Their families find out.

Warnings: mentions of a fight, Dick being a sweetheart, secret relationships, Deathstroke and Batman being protective fathers

Dick went on patrol, separating himself from his family. He had a meeting with his boyfriend, (Y/N). Why was the boyfriend secret? Because his boyfriend was son of Slade Wilson, aka Deathstroke. They have started out as rivals, fighting whenever they saw one another.

But one time, they saved each other and their friendship started there. Dick didn't tell (Y/N) his name at the time, but they talked a lot about their fathers. Sometimes it was about how annoying they were and sometimes how protective they can be.

Yes, Slade Wilson is a protective father too.

Overtime, it grew into something new, something that, at the time, scared Dick and (Y/N). But a fight secured their feelings for one another and they started their relationship. It was the best that has happened to Dick.

But there was a problem. They had to keep it a secret. They knew each others identities, but their families are enemies and if they found out they would have separated them.

Dick jumped on the roof, smiling at the sight of his boyfriend. (Y/N) smiled too, walking up to Dick. They wrapped arms around each other and kissed.

If Bruce and Slade were to see this, both of them would have had heart attacks.

They stayed close to one another, just basking in their proximity.

" Hey Dick. " (Y/N) said, smiling at his boyfriend, moving his hand to cup Dick's face.

" Hey (Y/N). How are you? " Dick asked, kissing him once more.

" Whenever I see you, I'm always better. " (Y/N) said smirking, moving away a bit.

" I could say the exact same thing. " Dick said, watching his boyfriend.

" What's wrong (Y/N)? " He asked him, taking (Y/N)'s hands into his own.

" I think my father is planning something against yours. I don't know for sure, but there is a plan that involves Batman. " (Y/N) revealed to Dick, squeezing his hands.

" Well, whatever it is, we are going to be fine. " Dick reassured, this not being the first time they had to fight with their families. It wasn't easy, but they knew that they had to keep up the façade.

" I know, but I have a very bad feeling about it. I just wanted to warn you. " (Y/N) said, giving Dick a kiss on his cheek. " I have get going, he will be suspicious if I don't get home. "

Dick nodded, giving (Y/N) a last kiss on the lips before they went their separate ways.

(Y/N) was right about a plan involving Batman. Deathstroke tried to get him to be alone, but the rest of the family was there too. Batman and Deathstroke had started talking, but they were going to fight.

Dick glanced at (Y/N) who was standing behind his father. He couldn't see (Y/N)'s face due to the helmet, but he knew that (Y/N) was looking at him too.

He could only hope, that Batman and Deathstroke won't fight. But hope always dies last. Dick knew it's stupid to hope for that, but for both his and (Y/N)'s sake.

Once Batman and Deathstroke jumped into action, so did everyone else. Dick didn't want to fight (Y/N), he couldn't fight him. It was too painful.

Damian and Jason went after (Y/N) and Dick, Tim and Bruce went after Deathstroke. While fighting, Dick kept an eye on (Y/N). Damian was good and Jason was good too. It wasn't easy to go against Damian or Jason, especially if it's 2 vs 1.

And Dick was proud of (Y/N) from handling it like a champ. One of the reasons why Dick loved him was the fact that (Y/N) could handle it. He could keep up with them and not everyone could.

The fight was going on forever. They have switched from time to time, but Dick never got into a direct fight with (Y/N). He would hold back and his family would notice it and be suspicious.

Dick tried to get to Deathstroke to end the fight, but a scream made him turn his head. It was (Y/N), on the ground and Dick swore he saw blood.

He abandoned the fight with Deathstroke and ran over to (Y/N). He knelt next to his head, saying his name. Damian and Jason stopped in their tracks.

Jason's loud what stopped the fight. Batman and Deathstroke turned their head from the fight they were having. They looked at their first sons. Why was Dick kneeling down next to (Y/N), gently holding his face? And why was (Y/N) reciprocating?

" Hey, where were you hit? " Dick asked softly, ignoring everyone around them. He saw it immediately. It even broke the side of the helmet.

" Can I take it off to see it better? " Dick asked for his permission. (Y/N) mumbled out a yes and Dick gently took off the mask smiling at the sight of (Y/N)'s face.

" Why are you smiling Dick? " (Y/N) asked Dick, raising his hand up to cup his face. It was a habit of his to cup Dick's face.

" Because I love you. "

(Y/N)'s heart melted at the way he said it, just so easily. But then his heart sank. Their families were here. They know...

" Dick... They know. " (Y/N) whispered, worried out of his mind.

" I know. " Dick answered, giving him a kiss to soothe his anxiety.

" Since when is this going on? " Batman asked, his gruff voice cutting through the silence.

" It's going to be a year soon. " Dick answered for them both.

" And how did it happen? " Deathstroke asked the two, watching as Dick helped (Y/N) sit up.

" A series of fight between us and other villains. " (Y/N) answered this one. He leaned his head onto Dick's side and Dick wrapped his arm around him.

Nobody really said anything and Dick and (Y/N) were waiting for their fathers are going to say about this. If they separate them, well, they will still find a way to see one another.

" (Y/N), do you love my son? " Batman asked, using his Bat glare to look at (Y/N).

" I do. I love him more than anything. " (Y/N) said, Grasping Dick's hand.

" And you Nightwing? Do you love my son? " Deathstroke asked Dick, grasping the hilt of his blade. Batman eyes Deathstroke's hands.

" I do. I don't think I could live with out him. " Dick confessed. The brothers were silently watching.

" Okay, I have something to say for the rest of the birds here. " Jason started, clapping his hands. " (Y/N), hurt our brother and I can promise you, you will be begging us to kill you. " Jason finished, making the other brothers nod their heads.

" Same goes for you Nightwing. " Deathstroke said, glaring at the him with his good eye. " Hurt my son, I will make sure to send you to pieces to Batman. "

Batman turned his head, glaring at him. He could understand the protectiveness, (Y/N) being the only son, but that is crossing a line.

" Well, point taken and I think I speak for both myself and (Y/N). " Dick started, helping (Y/N) up. " If you need to talk to us, I'm taking him to my apartment. I need to check out his injury.

He glanced at Jason, who just shrugged his shoulders.

" Come on. " Dick encouraged (Y/N), moving his boyfriend to the exit.

" Are you okay now? " Dick asked, watching his boyfriend as he was laying down in his bed. They have been at each others places, but only for a small amount of time, never overnight.

" Yes, can I get some water? I'm thirsty. " (Y/N) asked his boyfriend, touching his bandage wrapped around his head.

" I can, don't touch them. " Dick warned him about bandages. He went to the kitchen, getting a water from the fridge. He sat down on the edge of the bed, making sure that (Y/N) has drank enough water.

" Are you sure you are okay? You have been quiet. " Dick asked, taking (Y/N)'s hand.

" I am okay, it's just weird for our families to know, I guess? " (Y/N) explained to Dick, caressing Dick's hand with his thumb.

" I know, I understand it. " Dick said, giving (Y/N)'s hand a kiss. " Do you need anything else? "

" Not really, just you here next to me. It's our first sleepover together." (Y/N) said, moving so that Dick could lay down next to him.

" It is. " Dick realized, moving to lay down next to his boyfriend.

" I'm just glad that we don't have to hide anymore. " (Y/N) said, kissing Dick on the lips. If it weren't for the fact that (Y/N) was injured, Dick would deepen it.

" We will continue this make out session later, your head needs to heal. " Dick said, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend.

" And you need rest. I know you need it, so lets go to sleep. "

[geowrites03]

An ounce of regret

Teen Titans!Dick Grayson x Wilson!Reader

I FINALLY MADE A PART TWO TO SLADE’S DAUGHTER!

Part 2 of Slade’s Daughter

Summary: While looking for her father y/n gets caught by some of her mothers henchmen. Now the Titans and Slade have to work together to get her back.

Robin’s POV~

It’s been 336 hours, two weeks, since y/n and i fought. 335 hours since she left for good and destroyed all my information on finding her father. 334 hours and 40 minutes since the Titans found out. 334 hours and 20 minutes since we all lashed out at each other. 333 since we all decided to calm down and talk it through. And 332 hours and 35 minutes since we came to the conclusion of disbanding.

The Titans were already treading on thin ice with each other for some weird reasons nobody could really remember. Guess y/n leaving was finally the straw that broke the camels back, the thing to make the whole team collapse. She was the glue holding this team together, without her? We all fall apart.

I wish I could take back some- no, all of the words I said to her. I feel terrible and I just want her back in my arms and back with the team, eating victory pizza, or playing video games and getting interrupted by villains terrorising Jump City.

I hate the reason I even got petty and started the fight. All because she wants her fathers tracker back in her arm so he can protect her. I should have just put it back in without being an asshole, I know her farther can protect her better than me, but I let my pride and ego get in the way.

I’ve been trying to get ahold of the trackers coordinates, at least to see if she was somewhere safe, but it seems that Slade must have encrypted it somehow. Either that or something terribly bad has happened to her. I couldn’t imagine her being in any serious trouble, in need of help, and I can barely do anything.

The security system went off as the tower’s main computer received a call. I pressed the answer button.

“Slade…”

“Hello, Robin. It’s been awhile.”

“Where’s y/n? Why isn’t her tracker working?”

“That’s what I called for. Y/n’s seems to have been destroyed. I think her mother has her.”

“Then why haven’t you done anything!?”

“Because, as much as I hate to say this… I will need the Titans’ help. Her mother has requested help from Red X, and now they’re working together.”

“I’ll get the others. When are we going to save her?”

“Meet me at this location in one hour.”

He sent the coordinates and I forwarded them to the Titans, explaining that we need to help get y/n back.

~

We all met at the location that was sent out. The Titans didn’t seem like talking to me, but Raven asked what we were going to do to get her back. I didn’t tell the about Slade yet so they were all shocked when cut my answer off as appeared from the shadows.

“We need to infiltrate m/n’s base.” He continued to explain the plan to us as we were scouting out the base from our hiding spot across the road from the base.

~

Our plan of sneaking in and quietly taking y/n without minimal fighting guards had failed so far. Beast Boy and Cyborg high-fived too loud when we got to the room that y/n tied up on a chair in.

The high-five alerted all of the guards and they were closing in around us. We all started fighting, I quickly knocked out someone as a different person caught my attention.

Red X came running toward me and tackled me to the ground. I punched his nose and kicked him off of me. We both immediately got back up and continued fighting. Luckily for us his gadgets weren’t working because he is out of the power supply for them.

With one last uppercut he fell to the ground and my sight locks in on y/n. I rush over to her side to untie her but my hands went through her and her body started glitching. It’s a hologram.

y/n’s POV~

I readied my bow and aimed at Robin I then signaled to RedX that I was locked on Robin and ready to take the shot. He jumped down to the rest of the Titans ready to attack but a sword pierced his torso.

Since when was my dad willing to work with the Titans? I gasp and accidentally fired my bow, the arrow going through Robins shoulder. Shit! I quickly ran into another room and threw my bow on the ground in frustration.

A figure came through another door with their arms crossed, she shook her head and spoke, “I’m disappointed, you had the shot on him, on the boy who hurt you, why did you miss. If you were truly my daughter you wouldn’t have missed.”

“No, no. Please I’m still your daughter, let me make it up to you. Please. Don’t stop being my mother. I need you to be here, what can I do to make it up to you?” She looked at me with disgust.

“You can stop whining like a little bitch for starters. Look how desperate not having a mother made you, you’ll do anything just for me not to abandon you again.” She chuckled and threw a knife at my head.

I dodged the knife and caught it, I threw it to the other side of the room as she got into a fighting stance. l didn’t want to fight, I got into a defensive stance. She swung at my face but I blocked it, she then tried to kick my legs out from underneath me but I blocked that too.

“Mother, please. Stop!” She punched my eye then kicked my ankle. I let out a loud scream as she stabbed me in the stomach. She pulled out the knife and pushed me to the ground as the door got kicked down.

“Don’t you dare hurt my daughter.” My father was the first to enter the room and lunge at my mother. The Titans were in fighting positions ready to assist, besides Robin who instantly ran to me and kneeled at my side.

“Y/n, hey, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry my love.” He ripped off a bit of his cape and held it on my stab wound. He wrapped his other arm around my shoulders. “I am so sorry. I wish I could take back what I said. I’m sorry I love you so much.” He kissed my cheek and I smiled up at him.

I went to apologise for the things I said but he shushed me. “Save your energy.” I looked down and saw that I had lost a fair bit of blood, a puddle on the ground where I was laying and on Robin’s suit. His green glove had almost completely turned red, I let out a really faint chuckle.

“Hey, stay with me now.” My vision was darkening and he looked into my eyes. I smiled up at him as my vision fully clouded into black.

~

I woke up later in my father’s safe-house. I was in the med room and he was checking my vitals next to me.

“Thankfully, you are my daughter, so you healed rather quickly. I’m glad you okay.” He gave me a hug. “The Titans are at the tower if you want to go now.”

“Are you sure? Wouldn’t you want me at a closer distance now?”

“I trust you’ll be safe with them. Mainly Robin.”

~

I walk out of the elevator in the tower and immediately greeted by hugs and warm welcomes. I look at Robin and smile, a tear ran down my cheek and he wiped it with his thumb. He kissed me on the lips, disgusted sounds came from the other Titans as well all walked to the large sofa.

[identity-library]

Disability (Comics)

A:

Archie (Comics)

Harper Lodge (Limited Mobility, Wheelchair User)

B:

C:

D:

DC (Comics)

Amon Tomaz/Osiris (Limited Mobility)

Barbara Gordon/Oracle (Paralyzed, Wheelchair User)

Charles McNider/Doctor Mid-Nite (Blind)

Elizabeth Chapel/Doctor Mid-Nite (Blind)

Freddy Freeman/Captain Marvel Jr. (Limited Mobility)

Hartley Rathaway/Pied Piper (Deaf)

Joseph Wilson/Jericho (Mute)

Mace Gardner/Militia (Paralyzed)

Niles Caulder/Chief (Paralyzed, Wheelchair User)

Rose Wilson/Ravager (Partially Blind)

Sean Sonus/Discord (Deaf)

Slade Wilson (Partially Blind)

Victor Stone/Cyborg (Amputee)

Walter Shreeve/Shriek (Deaf)

Wendy Harris/Proxy (Paralyzed, Wheelchair User)

E:

F:

Fullmetal Alchemist (Manga)

Lan Fan (Amputee)

G:

H:

I:

J:

K:

L:

M:

Marvel (Comics)

Alecia Masters (Blind)

Anna Marconi (Dwarfism)

Charles Xavier/Professor X (Paralyzed, Wheelchair User)

Charlotte Webber/Sun-Spider (Ehlers Danlos Syndrome)

Clint Barton/Hawkeye (Deaf)

Curtis Connors/Lizard (Amputee)

Doreen Green/Squirrel Girl (Speech Impediment)

Eugene "Flash" Thompson (Multi-Limb Amputee, Wheelchair User)

Forge (Multi-Limb Amputee)

Irene Adler/Destiny (Blind)

Janelle Chord/Silhoette (Paralyzed)

Julian Keller/Hellion (Multi-Limb Amputee)

Matthew Murdock/Daredevil (Blind)

Mercedes "Misty" Knight (Amputee)

Nick Fury (Partially Blind)

Phil Coulson (Amputee)

Roger Bochs/Box (Multi-Limb Amputee)

Ruth Aldine/Blindfold (Blind)

Takeshi Matsuya/Wiz Kid (Paralyzed, Wheelchair User)

Theodore Sallis/Man-Thing (Mute)

Xuân Cao Mạnh/Karma (Amputee)

N:

Nimona (Graphic Novel)

Ballister Boldheart (Amputee)

O:

One-Punch Man (Manga)

Genos (Amputee)

P:

Pokémon (Manga)

Pryce (Wheelchair User)

Q:

R:

Real (Manga)

Kiyoharu Togawa (Amputee, Cancer, Wheelchair User)

S:

T:

Touch Within the Abyss (Manga)

Kasumi (Blind)

U:

V:

W:

X:

Y:

Z:

[mlmxreader]

Right There | Slade Wilson x m!reader (🍋)

@spicyveganfun asked: “You can come when I say you can” and Daddy Kink/Praise Kink with Slade and a bottom reader please 🥺 👉🏾👈🏾

summary: you and Slade have a little fun. 

tws: anal, mentions of fingering & rimming, swearing, Daddy!kink, praise!kink, spanking, choking

notes: Dom!Slade, top!Slade, sub!reader, bottom!reader

word count: 756

MINORS DNI OR YOU’LL GET BLOCKED

Slade had you on your hands and knees on the bed, his arms around your waist as he pounded into you harshly, such a relentless pace that you almost thought that you could feel your heart in your fucking mouth; his moans mixing with yours and filling the air around you both, only just covering the sound of his balls slapping against your skin, your ass filled and stuffed with his cock as you pushed back against him and tried to ignore the sweat that dripped down your face. Sex with Slade was great at best, but when he was fucking you like you meant nothing to him, or better yet, like he hated you, you couldn’t deny that it was some of the best sex you had ever had in your life; he brought one hand up to lay it around your throat, his fingertips digging into the skin so harshly that you knew there would be marks in the morning, but you didn’t care, you just wanted him to fuck you until you couldn’t take it any more. 

“Fuck, Daddy!” You yelped when he delivered a particularly harsh thrust, reaching out to grab the headboard, your knuckles clicking audible when you grasped the metal. “Fuck! Right fucking there!” 

“You’re being such a good boy,” he growled, leaning over so that his voice was directly in your ear. “Fucking taking my cock like a champ.” 

He pulled his hand away from your throat, and delivered a smack to your ass, the sound echoing through the room as he moaned softly. You were so glad that you used more lube than you thought you would have needed, his cock so big that it still stung a little when he slid it in - even if he had licked and fingered your ass until he was sure it was ready. 

“Daddy please,” you whimpered, pushing back against him and letting out a soft gasp when he roughly slammed into you again, a shiver running down your spine. “If you keep fucking me like this, I’m gonna cum.” 

“Now, (y/n),” Slade snarled, shaking his head and smacking your ass again. “You know that you can cum when I say you can.” 

“Oh, fuck,” you hissed, able to feel your cock start to twitch, only just about managing to hold yourself back as you bit down on your bottom lip and moaned loudly. 

“That’s it,” he praised harshly. “Fucking look at you, so fucking handsome, and doing so fucking well… I might let you cum when I do.” 

“Fuck, that’d be so fucking hot,” you admitted, but your words were soon silenced by the way he started to pick up his pace, so rough with you that you thought you were going to pass out, sheer ecstasy overwhelming you. 

You almost couldn’t hold it in any longer, whimpering and whining so loudly that you knew that anybody who passed by the flat would hear you without a doubt, but you didn’t care; all you wanted in that moment was for Slade to let you cum, for him to finally say the word and let you finish; you could feel it bubbling in your stomach, the need and the urge to cum, sweat dripping down your face and a thin sheen of it covering the rest of your body, and when he started to choke you again, you very nearly let loose. But then his movements became sloppy, mixing between rough and soft as he moaned and continued to praise you, letting go of your waist in order to steady himself with one hand gripping the headboard, his knuckles going white; you could feel him starting to cum in your ass, and finally, he said the words you had been longing to hear. 

“You can cum.” 

You couldn’t help the guttural and animalistic moans and howls that left your lips as you came with him, spilling onto the bedsheets as he filled your ass, slowing down to let you ride it out; you very nearly collapsed on the bed by the time you were done, just about keeping yourself up as you tried desperately to catch your breath. He pulled out, admiring the sight of your ass filled with his cum for a moment before he chuckled and growled softly. 

“We should go get cleaned up,” Slade gave your ass another smack, although this time it was playful, and almost gentle. “C’mon, I’ll run you a shower.” 

You nodded, panting heavily. “Gimme… gimme a sec, I gotta catch my breath.” 

[littleredwing89]

Villains Masterlist

VILLAINS

🖤 Flower Power Slade Wilson x Reader Warnings: NSFW. Smut. Sex Pollen. // Part 1 //

🖤 Mother Tongue Viking!Slade Wilson x Reader Warnings: NSFW. Smut. // Part 1 //

🖤 Silver Chains Roman Sionis x Reader Warnings: NSFW. Smut. // Part 1 //

🖤 Sound Of Silence Roman Sionis x Reader x Slade Wilson Warnings: NSFW. Smut. Threesome. // Part 1 //

🖤 Master Valentine Slade Wilson x Reader Warnings: NSFW. Smut. // Part 1 //

🖤 Joy Ride Roman Sionis x Reader Warnings: NSFW. Smut. // Part 1 //

🖤 Target Acquired Slade Wilson x Vigilante!Reader Warnings: NSFW. Smut. // Part 1 // Verse-Masterlist

🖤 Business Or Pleasure? Slade Wilson x Vigilante!Reader Warnings: NSFW. Smut. // Part 1 // Verse-Masterlist

🖤 Perfect Gift Slade Wilson x Vigilante!Reader Warnings: NSFW. Smut. // Part 1 // Verse-Masterlist

🖤 Into You Roman Sionis x Mafia!Reader Warnings: NSFW. Smut. // Part 1 // 

🖤 Worth Your Weight In Gold Pirate!Slade Wilson x Reader Warnings: NSFW. Smut. // Part 1 //

🖤 Money For Nothing Roman Sionis x Reader x Slade Wilson Warnings: NSFW. Smut. Threesome. // Part 1 //

🖤 Solider Soldier!Slade Wilson x Reader Warnings: NSFW. Smut. // Part 1 //

🖤 Mr Sionis Roman Sionis x Psychiatrist!Reader Warnings: NSFW. Smut. // Part 1 //

🖤 I’m Like A Lawyer With The Ways I’m Getting You Off Harvey Dent x Reader Warnings: NSFW. Smut. // Part 1 //

🖤 Touch Slade Wilson x Vigilante!Reader Warnings: NSFW. Smut. // Part 1 // Verse-Masterlist

🖤 Forbidden Professor!Roman Sionis x Student!Reader Warnings: NSFW. Smut. // Part 1 //

🖤 Havana Heat Slade Wilson x Vigilante!Reader Warnings: NSFW. Smut. // Part 1 // Verse-Masterlist

🖤 Let Me Make You Feel Good Roman Sionis x Reader Warnings: NSFW. Smut. // Part 1 //

🖤 For Your Eyes Only Slade Wilson x Reader Warnings: NSFW. Smut. // Part 1 //

[froggyfics]

Slade Wilson/Deathstroke Masterlist

Fluff = 💚

Angst = 🧪

Smut = 🍉

Play Fighting 💚 Slade Wilson x fem!reader, word count: 1,279 You have a training session with Slade.

[alessabriel]

“Batman training made you tough pup”

Deathstroke's words ring in your ears, so funny and airy, but you can't form words when you feel that long, fat cock deep in your gut, molding your insides to the shape of his cock.

The dark sheets that cover the mattress inevitably highlight your perfect pale complexion, highlighting your rosy blush so tender that it dusts your cheeks, part of your neck and your ears. Deathstroke can only smile when he admires you, beneath him going up and down his powerful strokes against your tight delicious hole, watching you cling to his arms for dear life, hearing your incoherent babble from your beautiful pink tongue hanging out of your lips. However, despite the ecstasy that I can bet runs through you, there is a deep sadness in your golden eyes, before he could even say the words of comfort that Deathstroke brought out very justly, he was surprised by a kiss with more tongue and violence than tenderness.

"Just fuck me Slade, please don't leave me"

A pang of pain stabs his heart as he watches you shed tears and try not to, the pleasure or the memories. He doesn't know and doesn't want to know.

"You are my puppy, I will never leave you, not in a million years"

And your hole gets that much tighter, even tighter, and it looks like you want to milk it for what it's worth. Slade just tries harder, so much harder and tears apart the sheets as he hammers into your sweet ass, your ever sweet cuddly hole that he loves to eat and fuck so much. He can't control himself, not when that sadness finally leaves you and he sees how your eyes little by little lose the notion of coherence, you just enjoy and that cheers him up.

You deserve only to enjoy and he would make sure of it, to wrap you in his love and not let you go.

[rainbow-okapi]

Muzzle Your Past

A Nightwing x Reader with He/Him Pronouns. Set in the Young Justice Universe. Contains spoilers. A little indulgent Hurt/Comfort fic. Comments appreciated! The fic is roughly 3,400 words.

TW: Brainwashing/Conditioning, Stress Positions, Power Dynamics, brief mentions of bullet wounds and minor Dehumanization

Summary: 

(Y/N) was a Project CADMUS clone designed to be an apprentice for Deathstroke; complete with abilities to match. Years later, (Y/N) was ‘rescued’ and taken in by Dick and bonding over shared trauma surrounding the mercenary. Sadly, trauma is a hell of a teacher and it’s up to Dick and M’Gann to dip into the mindscape to reign him in. 

He would do anything to open the boy up and let everything pour out. To sink his fingers in and peel every single wire, tape strip, and cemented brick from his skull. Training doesn’t break like that though. CADMUS training does not crack overnight. Dick knows that but it does nothing to help his patience now. All he can do is prod around old scars and hope one is tender enough to garner a reaction. Anything to bring some life back into the living doll in front of him. What does help is he’s brought along some friends, and that does wonders. He sees the worry on M’Gannn’s face before he even opens the door to their- (Y/N’s) - apartment. Mission briefing did little to soften the reality of what is to come; he felt under dressed without his costume so he focused back on the team with him. The martian brushes her hand against Conner’s in search of comfort and when they join, Dick lets the sight of support ease him. M’Gann was a pro at dealing with programming and brainwash techniques, however reserved she may be at delving into other’s minds; when her friends need her, she would be there for them. Sure, this was just another wipe of the CADMUS board, probably the worst one yet, but the procedure was clear enough. 

Dick starts with the basics when he finds the boy kneeling in the center of the living room, hands on his head and legs trembling from the stress. He tries not to think of the fact that he’s refined a list for these scenarios. He knows the boy does not see him; knows that whatever he says will be drowned in the pit of static inside his own mind. Dick settles into his role with practiced steps and focuses instead on softly circling their target on the floor. (Y/N) shouldn’t be a target, but in this state he was. Dick knows that if the wrong memory surfaces; (Y/N) is perfectly capable of being an active threat. Until the conditioning was broken, he would be viewed as such; no matter the pain it caused in Dick’s chest. 

M’Gann’s voice is wounded when she breaks the silence of the room. 

“Is this… typical behavior for him during these episodes?” Her gaze is soft yet vacant, as opposed to Connor’s taunt brow and frown. The muzzle on the boy’s face must be setting him off. Dick can never figure out how (Y/N) keeps getting it back; everytime Dick thinks he’s hidden it well enough, or downright thrown it out, the damn thing finds it’s way back to (Y/N) every time he dives too deep into his training. The Acrobat tests the waters of touch by smoothing his knuckles over the side of (Y/N)’s face. When he doesn’t flinch, then Dick sets to work. There’s the hint of his cheery sing-song voice when he finally answers, 

“Yes, and no,” He prys (Y/N)’s hands from their position and lets them rest in his lap before easing the boy backwards. First he works him into a seated position, before moving to manually extend his partner’s legs. “The muzzle isn’t new. Believe me, I’ve tried to get rid of that thing more than once. but- “ All movement stops when (Y/N) lets out a feral growl in protest to the repositioning; Dick feels the muscles of their back go rigid under his palm and the ankle in his other hand jerks back slightly. Before he can react M’Gann steps forth. Her eyes glowed to signal her abilities at work. Dick could see the clarity burn in his partner’s eyes just in time to deflect when (Y/N) strikes against him. It wasn’t exactly clear in the sense that (Y/N) knew what was happening, but rather, he knew what his orders were. None of them were his Handler. None of them were the recipocator’s of the dynamic presented by the muzzle. Which meant until (Y/N) was reigned in, they would all be perceived as a threat to him. After (Y/N) was deflected, Connor was quick on his feet to dive into the fray and secure them in his arms. Enhancements aside, (Y/N) was uncoordinated in his panicked mindset, so Superboy was able to lock his arms and hold steady, despite the way (Y/N) thrashed and snarled as much as his bindings would allow. M’Gann drifted to settle behind Connor to clutch onto the sides of their target’s head, briefly stopping it from colliding with Connor’s jaw. Her eyes were still aglow and her voice echoed, but Dick knew her orders anyway. He settled a top (Y/N)’s thighs and pinned his wrists to his sides. There was barely a second to breathe and brace for the incursion before Dick was dropped into the static.

He would never be used to mental diving with M’Gann. The weightlessness accompanied by the echo that came with every synapse firing was too much. Those split seconds of sheer vertigo didn’t last however, soon he could feel a steady hand on his shoulder and a plane beneath his feet. M’Gann didn’t share the look of relief he had though, she gazed firmly ahead with barely contained fury. At the same moment he turned to follow her gaze, a harsh gust of freezing cold pressed through him. Once more, he was thankful for the Martian’s expertise. Still he shivered despite her reassurance that nothing they were experiencing was real. He exhaled through his nose and counted to 5 before opening his eyes. They weren’t anywhere he recognized. 

The set up of the small room they were in was nicely furnished, if a bit minimalist. A bunker of some sort based on the concrete chamber and whoever decorated it was at the very least trying to make it cozy. There was a militaristic aura to the entire space that couldn’t be ignored, and it had Dick reeling because he knew exactly the context of why. The man behind it all was leaning in a steel doorway; smug. Like the fact that (Y/N) was kneeling in the center of the room exactly as they found him earlier was something to be proud about. Because Deathstroke was always so damn proud when he got his way. Dick bit down the panic and his hand itched to draw his escrima sticks for some sort of defense. He tried to recall whether he showed up in the mindscape in his Nightwing suit or did it just materialize when he felt self conscious? 

Miss Martian cut into his internalized debate with a sudden edge, “Nightwing, focus. Our goal is to isolate (Y/N).” 

Deathstroke cocked his head to the side, and Dick felt something stir in his gut. He found himself repeating the reassurance he was given and met Slade with a leveled look. In a wordless motion, he drew a worn quilt from off the meticulously made bed and draped it around the boy’s shoulders. (Y/N)’s hands fell to his lap when his shoulders began to tremble. Miss Martian knew what was going to happen; they both knew. Dick let his hands linger on (Y/N)’s shoulders, drew them languidly closer to his neck and let his finger’s toy the raised neckline of the boy’s combat suit. The room became warmer. 

Nightwing used the boy’s shoulders as a springboard and could only snap in satisfaction when his foot connected with Slade’s jaw. Dick was ready for this; had made himself a home for (Y/N) and since he knew none of this was real- Slade drew one of his swords and jabbed forward from where he staggered. They danced in that oh so familiar fashion of skill, purely because Dick enjoyed the rush whenever he landed a solid hit and relished in bitter satisfaction when he tackled Slade out the door frame. 

It was a battle for dominance; Dick knew that. When they left that little concrete cell, the world shifted. Everything that (Y/N) was came back to Slade. CADMUS made sure of that much. They had made (Y/N) for Slade. Where Connor was given a generalist education during creation, (Y/N) was brought up to speed on combat tactics and anatomy. M’Gann had been as straightforward with that information as possible when (Y/N) offered his thoughts for consultation. Even as his voice shook and his throat tightened, he approached M’Gann and admitted the painful truth. The Young Justice team may have separated (Y/N) from his Handler and given him a home. They may have integrated him into their team and taught him how to be just a human, instead of the tool of war Slade believed him to be, but in the end, (Y/N) was not free. 

The dueling pair was now clashing along a rocky outcropping. He tried not to dwell on the bitterness in his swings. Dick knew damn well where this was. He could see the same rock where he nearly got sniped on. He could see exactly where (Y/N) was too. There was a perfect little niche nestled in a hard rigid with just enough space for the young apprentice. The shots had clipped his arms and cost him the fight at the time. Luckily, it wouldn’t be revealed until later, but (Y/N) was supposed to cripple his legs with the shots instead. Obviously not permanently but enough to put him out of commission for a while. Dick narrowly avoided a low sweep of Slade’s leg only to be knocked back by a harsh punch. His back collided with that same fucking rock, the same way it happened all those years ago. It didn’t hurt and he didn’t falter. Instead, Nightwing flipped up on top of the rock, the same as before. This would be different; this would be revenge. The shots rang out but not for him. This place was the beginning of (Y/N)’s discovery process. It would be the end for his conditioning as well. Slade crumbled to the dirt, but did not dissipate. No, the mercenary chuckled despite the crimson leaking from his abdomen and thigh. Fatal marks given by the amount of blood. Hard earth flecked the orange and black mask when it was removed and Dick remembers that he never could brace himself enough for the full weight of Deathstroke’s gaze. His one eye always seemed to bore right through him, picking to the smallest traces of thought and-

Another shot rings out and Nightwing watches with a wince as crimson pours from Slade’s right shoulder. He hears M’Gann yell after (Y/N) but the boy connects faster than she can react. A hardy kick nearly spends the mercenary face-first into the dirt. Dick’s vision is once again focused on black and orange, but the sight warms instead of cools. (Y/N)’s placed himself squarely between the two, pistol aimed true on the middle of Slade’s forehead. He’s still in Slade’s colors though and the black dog helmet does make Dick worry just the slightest. The fucking dog helmet never really sat well with him anyway. It had the same shape as a pitbull. How fitting for (Y/N). Dick feels impatient, like they don't have much time, or at least, realistically they shouldn’t.

“Put the gun down, Little Pup” 

Dick chokes at the use of the trigger phrase, (Y/N) does too. Even as his hand loses it’s steadiness, the gun does not lower.

“(Y/N) don’t-” M’Gann’s finally caught up and assessed the scene. Her voice was so soft compared to the carnage. Slade interrupts with a bite to his words and Dick finds himself flinching.  

“Apprentice, I gave you an order!” 

Dick wants to intervene but there is a burn in his arms and a heaviness to his legs. It takes too much energy to breathe. “Nightwing-” Now M’Gann is worried about him too. Was it always so cold out here? 

“Obey, Little Pup.” An order. The focal point of (Y/N)’s programming. 

There was too much noise. There were so many things happening all at once. Dick had tried to speak, tried to move. M’Gann was yelling, something about finishing this. The gun was lowering. 

It took too long to register the snap of bones. How Slade slumped down at (Y/N)’s feet. The gun was down. (Y/N) wasn’t moving. Dick was freezing. 

When he comes to grips with himself, Dick knows they aren’t in the outcrop anymore. They’re back at (Y/N)’s apartment. M’Gann seeming just as shocked as he felt. (Y/N) is still with them, though frozen as he seemed. The gun is barely being held. 

“I thought-” M’Gann’s voice was so quiet, “I thought if I ended the fight…” She drifts gently and covers the few paces to stand before the boy. “It wasn’t enough. The trigger phrase was said.” She gazes into the helmet as if she can read (Y/N) through it. She probably does anyway because her face falls into discomposure. “I was hoping it wouldn’t come to this.” 

“What- what’s going on?” Dick doesn’t bother berating himself over the stutter, because he focuses on the next step. “M’Gann?”

She obviously doesn’t want to say it, but she steels herself and does anyway with a forceful voice.

“I only succeeded in destroying what control Deathstroke had over (Y/N) as a person. This conditioning- it’s too deep. It’s written into (Y/N)’s very personality. He’s not detached from it like Red Arrow- or Connor- was. It would take days to even begin to remove it and even then, I wouldn’t trust myself to catch everything-” She cuts herself off. And starts just as abruptly, “It would be easier to just add a new Handler to associate the words to.” 

Dick hates the way he locks up; mind racing and neglecting the physical body. Her words echo but he heard them clear. He understands, even if the weight threatens to make him choke on his words. 

“You want me to be his Handler instead.” It’s not a question, but it sounds like one. She looks so distraught. It shows in her voices like she’s just trying to convince not only him, but herself as well.

“All you have to do is activate a bond with (Y/N). You already have a connection with him anyway.” She smiles with an odd warmth, like an old childhood memory just came to mind. “You both care about each other. (Y/N) thinks so much about you. He risked everything for you back there… And he did it again, because his love for you is greater than the fear of punishment.” Dick does wince at the reminder of the punishment (Y/N) must have gotten for saving him that day, in the outcrop. He takes in the sight of M’gann and the still form of (Y/N) to ease the guilt. Part of him wonders if (Y/N) even hears them at all but with the way M’gann glances between the two of them; he let’s her words sink in with fondness. “I know he would be proud to call you his Handler.”

They let a beat pass. It’s not tense but it’s not comfy either. Dick takes the time to stand before (Y/N) and take the gun from his grip. It doesn’t look right when he sets it by the TV but Dick forces his attention to the task at hand. Returning to position before (Y/N), he sets to work feeling for the catches at the back of the helmet. It comes off with a hiss of air and the sight of (Y/N)’s face draws a breath out of him too. He was met with a face as impassive as his body language, with vacant eyes. Maybe the pain was too evident on his face since M’Gann speaks again, sad, but hopeful. 

“Once you take command, I’ll wrap up everything as neatly as possible. It shouldn’t affect him too much. Do you have any suggestions?”

Now that pulls Nightwing from his thoughts. He barely manages to keep his voice level. 

“Suggestions?”

“Yes, I’ll be adding some mental suggestions for (Y/N) to keep him safe while I work. While I can’t make (Y/N) completely forget the trigger phrase, I can take away or change the demands that come with it.”

He’s frowning and he doesn’t know why. The Idea of manipulating (Y/N) like this made his gut tighten. It just felt wrong, no matter his good intentions.

“Just, try and make him comfortable. Let him relax for once.” 

He took (Y/N)’s face in his hands and soothed his cheek with his thumbs. He didn’t want (Y/N) to change from this. Dick just wanted him safe and happy. Yet Dick had tried for so long to lead him to that, but those eyes before him were like ghosts in his dreams. How (Y/N) always searched the faces in the room only to get disappointed that his Handler wasn’t there. How he completely froze when the one time they went on a solo mission together and he was. 

(Y/N) defied everything for him. Dick let M’Gann’s words echo and warm his palms. Tactile and soft, Dick let the words curl on his tongue and put what tenderness he could into him. He could be (Y/N)’s handler and teach him how to live a life outside of firearms and combat skills. He had already made himself a home for (Y/N), let him be a guide too. 

“Little Pup, come home.” Dick barely contains his sign when the boy in his hands leans towards his right palm. He feels M’Gann place a hand on his shoulder in encouragement. When (Y/N)’s eyes flutter slowly, he feels so much lighter. The words don’t burn in his throat. 

“It’s okay Little Pup. Just breathe for me.” He’s holding the boy to his chest in seconds, cradling his head and smoothing a hand down his back. There was a pair of hands grasping and pulling at his back; (Y/N) desperately clawing for purchase on his armor. Dick wants to so gently peel him out of Slade’s colors. When he draws back from the embrace to catch (Y/N)’s eyes, Dick stills at the sight of his watery gaze. They bore into him and it pulls at his chest. They’re trying to speak; lips moving but weighed down with a lead tongue. (Y/N) is terrified. He doesn't know what’s going on and he doesn’t know how to handle the softness Dick has to offer. There was a gap of information to fill and Dick was responsible for it. 

“(Y/N). Everything is okay. I’ve got you.” His voice is the epitome of bedside manners. Which means he gets to watch as (Y/N) utterly melts. Bingo~. Now he doesn't bother to hold his breathy laugh as his hands set to work. Dick braces one against the back of the boy's neck and smooths the other across his scalp. Nor is the new Handler shy about using the trigger phrase. It gets paired with every fluffy and light praise he can offer. M’Gann doesn’t call attention to herself as she gathers the group and begins to pull the mission to a close. The trio of heroes leave the mindscape with cheery laughter in their wake. 

When (Y/N) came to his body, He was wrapped in a pleasant warmth. Something solid was around him and underneath him. The firm hand bracing the back of his neck would tap and drag it’s digits rhythmically. Morse Code. (Y/N) nestled deeper into the hold. The scent of cologne and fresh laundry tugs a duvet over his thoughts. There was a tremble to his shoulders when the beats picked up but the arm across his waist tightened to compensate. The body beneath (Y/N) begins to rumble softly and he succumbs to the quiet joy of listening to Dick hum the tune of ‘Here Comes the Sun’. In the back of his head (Y/N) drearily ponders what Dick’s saying with dashes and dots but the thought goes as quickly as it comes. Why should he worry when (Y/N) was so comfortable in his Handler’s arms? (Y/N) finds himself humming too.

[redheadjustin]

Heyo! Since your requests are open I was wondering if you could do a Damian Wayne x male reader. So basically the reader is Damian's older brother (somewhere around Tim's age) and just spending the day together at the mall, (Maybe going to build a bear since I can bet he's never been there).

Thanks so much <33

You were probably the only one of the Bat family, besides Dick, that Damian, Dami, Wayne Liked. It wasn’t that hard for him to like you. You were Y/N Wilson Wayne, son of Slade Wilson A.K.A. Deathstroke the Terminator. You were trained to be an assassin since you could stand. Bruce adopted you after the ENTIRE Justice League was called in to take Slade down. Given Slade’s track record with his children, Grant, Joey, Rose, It was no surprise that Slade had trained you. Bruce took you in around the time Tim started as Robin. There was no way you could forget your training so Bruce let you in on the family business. Red Bat. You were named that because of your brutality and the amount of blood you spilled. You were by no means as deadly as Jason but your training dictated that you put an enemy down. Bruce understood this and while he did not like it he understood that you suffered from a form of PTSD where you had no choice but to obey what Slade tahut you.

When Damian came to live with the Bat family you were the first one that Damian respected. He could not beat you. You were Tim’s age and you have the same genetic enhancements that Slade did. You refused to think of Slade as your father. Damian was entrusted to you when Bruce and Dick were too busy to take Dami on patrol. He seemed to listen to your orders Faster than Bruce and Better than Dick. Dick would never tell you but he was jealous that Damian listened to you better than him.  It was a rare day off and you needed to head to the mall. You always headed to the mall when you had a day off and It just so happened that Damian wanted to go as well. You hid your smirk. You knew Damian just wanted to be with you. And you have no problems spending your time with your baby brother.

You knew as soon as you saw the shop you had to drag Damian in. Build a bear workshop, it’s a Bat Family tradition. Every member had gone with Bruce to get one. Dick got an elephant, Jason a wolf, Tim a Monkey and you a Texas longhorn. You knew Bruce would do it but you knew that Damian needed to take part in the traidation. You knew Bruce would make an exemption.

As you led Damian to the store He sent you a murderous look. He didn't know about the tradition as part of the tradition was that people weren't informed of it until after it had been completed. You sent him to go pick one. Damian sent you an inquiring  look. You suppressed a chuckle as he picked out a Batman one. As you two stood in line to have it stuffed Damian decided to ask the question that had been on his mind since you entered the store.  

“Willison, Why did we enter this childish shop?” Damian asked quietly as to not draw attention. You couldn’t keep the smile off your face. “I’ll tell you after you're done. And if you don’t lose your temper then we’ll get ice cream, deal?” You asked, knowing that it would get the former assinan to agree. Damian nodded his head. You were very happy to find that he kept the Sarcastic comments to himself.

When everything was done and paid for Damian was happy. He didn’t know why but he was. It was when they were sitting in the food court that Damian asked his question. “Why did you make me do that, Willson?” It wasn’t spoken with the usual amount of hatred, Damian was honestly wondering why You had him participate in the tradition. “Well, It’s something that goes back to when Dick was first adopted. You see, when we all came to Bruce we were scared, angry, sad, confused, grieving. Bruce knew this. He wanted us to have a friend. So he brought us here and let us pick our first friend. I was never Robin. I’m the son of one of his worst enemies. He went out of his way to make me feel welcomed. You, Damian, Push everyone away except for me, Dick, Bruce and Alfred. You need something to pour your heart out to. Yes it's childish, But I still do it. You need to. You need to feel a part of the family. Because, despite your background, You Damian Al-Gaul Wayne, are a part of this family.” You never lost your sincere smile. You could see the tears in Damian’s eyes, despite the sunglasses. You and him Finished your Ice cream and left to head home. It was in the car that Diaman said the thing you wanted to hear the most.

“Thank you Y/N. Thank you for treating me like a member of the family. For treating me as more than a weapon.” You hid your smile but you knew you broke Damian’s first wall. “Anytime baby bat. anytime.”  

[moonlit-imagines]

Titan Slayer

Donna Troy x Batsibling!reader

warnings: blood, death mentions, guns, blades,

a/n:

prompt: anonymous: “Reader is Dick Grayson's younger sister and is dating Donna Troy, Deathstroke (Slade Wilson) kidnaps her instead of Jason and the team go looking for her. Only to find her beaten and bloody, Donna and Dick go after Slade.”

“Hey, have you heard from y/n in the past few hours?” Donna asked as she stared at the last message you sent her, scrolling past the next few messages she sent that hadn’t even been read yet. It wasn’t like you to ignore her like this, she felt that something was off.

“Hmm…no, I haven’t.” Dick checked his phone for any texts or calls, shaking his head. “What’s the last thing they said to you?” Donna held her phone over to show him.

Gotta take care of something really quick, love you. He read your message and frowned.

“I know what that means.” Dick ran his hand down his face, pausing over his mouth while he started thinking, trying to get to the bottom of this. “What time was that?”

“About three hours ago.” Donna’s worry steadily increased every moment Dick silence lingered. “Dick? Does y/n still have their tracker from Bruce?”

“We took them out together when we first got back here.” He smacked his lips and Donna rolled her head back, both racking their brains for a solution. Dick walked off, heading towards the computer without warning, leaving your girlfriend to nervously go after him in hopes that he had a plan. Her’s would be to tear the city apart looking for you, but he was much more calculated here. He wouldn’t risk a moment with you in potential danger like this. “The best I can do is track their phone, maybe we’ll get some answers.” The clacking of the keyboard filled them both with dread, and the loading of the screen only made it worse.

LAST KNOWN LOCATION: 2 HOURS, 14 MINUTES AGO

“Shit!” Donna slammed her fists on the desk and tried to storm out, but Dick grabbed her by the wrist before she made any rash decisions. “Let me go, Dick. I have to find y/n.”

“I know, but you aren’t the only one who cares about them. Who loves them.” Dick slowly let her go once she reluctantly nodded at him, letting her cross her arms and look up at the monitor. “If this was y/n’s last known location, then their phone was either turned off, broken, or…”

“…Or they’re underground.” Donna set the map location on her phone and walked off. “If you’re gonna suit up, do it now. We have to go.” There was sternness is her voice and urgency in her movements, Dick knew that if he didn’t move right now she’d leave without him and do whatever it takes to find you. She’d march down the streets of San Diego and let nothing get in her way. “Are you coming?!”

“Yeah, let’s just go.” Dick got up and left as he was. He knew that she felt like she was reliving the worst days of her life again. Deathstroke was behind this and they both knew it deep down. You were smarter than this, maybe you had no intention of engaging but things went south. Maybe Slade caught you—oh, god, they hoped so badly that he hadn’t caught you. Or worse.

While they had been searching for you, your phone pinged once more. “They’re phone is back on.” Donna showed him. “They’re moving.”

“Call them. Maybe they’re okay.” Dick and her waited as the line rung, nervously awaiting your answer. Then it stopped.

“Hello? Y/N?” Donna asked, almost relieved that there was an answer.

“Hello, Wonder Girl. Looking for someone?” Slade’s gruff voice came through the speaker and their stomachs both dropped.

“Slade…” Dick froze in place, knowing his worst fears were just confirmed. “Where are they?”

“They’re alive. For now.” He answered, a dry chuckle to follow. “But you’d better get here soon, don’t you agree?”

“If you so much as lay a finger on them, I will break every bone in your body.” Donna’s threats were amusing to him.

“A bullet’s not a finger.” Slade told her and brought ever bad memory back in an instant. “And Boy Wonder? Every heard the saying, ‘an eye for an eye and blood for blood’?” Dick snatched the phone from Donna’s hands before she crushed it.

“I swear to God, if you hurt them—” He paused as soon as he heard you scream. “Slade! You son of a bitch!” Bystanders overheard his outburst and looked his way as they passed him by. “You’ve made a huge mistake. We’re coming for you.”

“Looking forward to it.” Slade taunted and hung up the phone call. All Dick could see was red, he could not bare to be the reason he lost his own sibling, the reason another person was lost in this war. Slade was the reason his life fell apart, and if he took any more from him…

Donna had already lost one love because of Slade. After Garth was shot down, she could never let go of the guilt. He was there because of her, she made so many rash decisions that led him to his end. Now you were in his clutches and he was determined to get back at the Titans, he’d go to any end to destroy this team, this family. He’d ruin all of you for satisfaction alone.

“Let’s go. They stopped moving again.” Donna pulled him away from the crowd of concerned civilians, pushing on to find you. Her heart was racing, her grip getting stronger.

“Ow! Donna, let go. We’ll find them.” He assured her emptily, taking out his own phone to track you. “It’s a few blocks away, we’ll make it.”

“You really believe that?” She snapped at him. “You’re acting awfully calm for someone whose sibling is walking the edge of a fucking knife right now. I can’t lose them! You can’t lose them! So start taking this seriously!”

“You think I’m not taking this seriously? I’m trying to keep a level head! I’m fucking terrified and you’re wasting my goddamn time arguing with me. We find y/n, that’s our first priority.” Dick held up the tracker and pointed to the stationary red dot. “This is all we have. All we know.” Donna rolled her eyes and continued on, stomping down the street, an earthquake in every step. Blocks away you were helplessly awaiting their rescue, muffled cries through your gag as Slade approached you.

“Crying? Really? I thought you Bats were supposed to be stronger than this.” He pulled the cloth from your mouth and you spat in his face.

“The tears aren’t for me and you know it.” You sniffled as the sweat, blood, and tears mixed on your cheeks. “You’re gonna be sorry.”

“I have nothing to be sorry for. If I felt sorry, I’d have gotten out of this line of work a long time ago.” Deathstroke unsheathed his sword and polished it off. “You and I are done here. For now. I wonder if you’ll bleed out before your friends get here.”

“My family.” You corrected him just before he shoved the gag back into your mouth.

“You don’t deserve family. Your ‘family’ took mine away.” Slade slapped you across the face and made his exit, leaving you for dead unless Dick and Donna could get there in time. And you were starting to fade in and out, dark spots in your vision, a horrible dizzy spell you fought back as hard as you did with your restraints. But breathing became it’s own battle and as it got shallower, your head fell forward and hung low once you lost consciousness.

Dick and Donna had searched high and low for you, finally finding you in the basement of an abandoned building. You were tied to a chair, beaten senseless and covered in blood. More importantly, you weren’t awake. Dick ran to you and checked your pulse. “Their pulse is weak.” He told her, who gently grabbed your face, pulled out the cloth stuffed in your mouth, and tapped your cheek.

“Y/N. Y/N, wake up.” She whispered gently, getting more impatient every second. Dick started on your binds while she continued. “Y/N! Wake up!” One good shake was all it took, taking you right back to Earth, where you felt an intense amount of pain. Everywhere. But especially your stomach.

“Fuck!” You cried, clutching to your abdomen and feeling the wet blood that soaked your black shirt. When you pulled your stained hand away, Donna’s eyes went wide.

“Dick?” Donna caught his attention to show him your wound, noticing you wouldn’t stay conscious or alive for much longer. It was hard enough to look at you when you were in so much pain, the bursted blood vessel in your eye, the cuts and bruises along your body, the blood dripping from your broken nose and trailing between your teeth. And now the injury that was life and death. Dick saw the blood on your hands and lifted the lower part of your shirt to fully reveal the stab wound, following it all the way to your back, where an exit wound was slowly leaking. “Take them to the Tower right now.”

“And what are you going to do?” Dick asked, watching her kiss your forehead and turn her back to the both of you.

“What do you think?” He had no way to protest, you were the most important thing to him right now. The number one priority. Dick lifted you gently from the chair and flat onto the floor.

“You’re gonna be okay, y/n.” He said to himself. “I’m right here.” While he got on his phone to call for backup, you reached for his hand and grasped it with all the energy you could muster up.

“I know.” You whispered as he made the call to Gar. His hand took yours a little tighter while he explained the situation and as you laid there awaiting a miracle, you faded out again. By the time your eyes fluttered open all you could see was fluorescent lighting and a couple silhouettes. “Where? Oh.” You started to put the pieces together. “So I’m alive.” You chuckled through the pain as Dick, Donna, Gar, and Rachel’s faces became clearer. They all looked so relieved to see you. “Hours or days?”

“Just hours. A couple of really long hours.” Dick leaned his chin on the side guard of your bed. “How you feeling?” He asked, peering up at Donna, who hadn’t said a word yet.

“Ow.” You muttered and reached your hand towards Donna, trying to get her to grab it. Her eyes were red, completely washed out from the hours before. You knew she’d been busy since you’d been out, you knew she was guilty, ashamed, scared, hurt. “Donna…hey.” You whispered and she slowly accepted your gesture.

“Maybe we should clear the room, guys.” Dick told Rachel and Gar, rubbing the top of your head as he said goodbye. “Feel better, y/n. I’m around if you need anything.” The three shuffled out of the infirmary and left you and Donna to it.

“What’d you do? You go after him?” You weakly asked and watched her look away. She took a seat beside you and shook her head.

“I tried. He disappeared on me.” Donna felt bad that she couldn’t get justice for you, but she was just relieved you were still with her. “I was worried you wouldn’t make it.”

“I’ve gone through worse.” You joked, trying not to laugh too hard in order to keep your stitches in place. “Remember—ow,” you sat up a bit, “remember when we were kids and Two-Face shot me twice? Now that sucked.”

“I sat with you the whole week you were on bedrest.” Donna chuckled and you felt you’d finally got her out of her rut. “I love you, you know.”

“Oh, I know. I love you, too.” You puckered your lips and got her attention. “Can’t move, come here, please.”

“You’re cute.” She leaned over and gave you a careful, tender kiss. “And I promise I’ll keep you safe from here on out…Just don’t go out on missions alone anymore. Please?”

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