#wondergirl!reader

[shortnsweetsposts]

Damian: Prince, your size nor your mouth intimidate me.

Jon: wat

Wonder!reader: Pardon me?

Damian: “Pardon me?” Oh, don't we get posh?

[invincibledc]

Period scare

Jon x Wonder!reader

Genre: Drabble/comfort

Note: Reader can be female or FTM!reader

Jon sniffles, resting his head onto your stomach as you laid on your back. He was your personal heating pad. He soon looks up, eyes teary and snot running down his face. “I would have a period everyday… just so you don’t have one..”

“It’s not that deep Jon.”

He continues to cry softly, he was traumatized smelling blood from afar as he entered your house to see blood on your sheets. Thinking you harmed yourself, he was soon educated on periods.

“It is that deep!” He exclaims, “You bleed once a month, get painful cramps that are supposedly the same pain as a heart attack!? How can I not get sniffle WORRIED??”

Jon then stayed by your side through your period cycle. It was sweet but shocking.

[msfantasy-comics]

The Little Three

Platonic!Damian Wayne x WonderGirl!Reader x Platonic!Jon Kent

Summary: A short story on “really want to see just a cute little platonic relationship with a reader who’s wonder woman’s daughter with damian wayne and jon kent. like a mini trinity goofing around while bruce, clark and diana are like “oh hell 😐”

A/n: Inspired by this post

Part I

“Obviously Jon will be the best leader.” Y/n declares, finger outright pointing towards the half kryptonian. Damian’s snorts at such a blasphemous proclamation.

“That is ridiculous, I am obviously the best suited to be a leader. If you two went on a mission by yourselves you would not even develop a sound strategy. Jon would come up with a half-baked plan which will quickly crumble, while you would just go to the location and wreck havoc until you win.” Damian accuses, a signature bat frown now adorning his features.

Y/n just rolls her eyes with a groan. “It’s part of my strategy to overwhelm the enemy… it always works.” Which only grates on Damian’s nerves.

“You are only proving my point further. It is reckless and stupid. You cannot be successful by being a brute.” A high pitched gasp escapes, Y/n’s hands now slamming down onto the table.

“Shut up Damian! Just because you don’t like my battle strategy, doesn’t mean you’re better.” Smirking he crosses his arms over his chest, feet now kicked up on top of the hologram table.

“I am better than you, because I am smarter, stronger and better trained than you.” Jon slouches further back into his seat, nervousness creeping up his spin at the familiar dispute.

“Guys… let’s just calm down -“

“Oh shut up you annoying little rat! How about a game of capture the flag to prove who should be the teams leader. Whoever captures the flag wins!” Y/n asserts, fist outstretched waiting for Jon and Damian to fist bump in agreement.

“You are on Little Wonder.” Damian stretches his fist out, bumping the young wonders knuckles with his own. Y/n only clenches her jaw in irritation.

“Don’t call me that, Shorty!”

“Not all of us are born with Amazonian genetics freak!” Y/n and Damian are just about pressing noses, now playing an unspoken game of chicken.

Jon continues to stand behind them pinching the bridge of his nose. The soft ticks and beeps sounding off from the technology around them. The Justice watchtower now shifting and readjusting before settling back to a set position. “Guys… I’m not encouraging this I’m out.” Jon crosses his arms, launching himself backwards into the leather seat again, he turns his attention back to the holographic table, checking for his Dad’s location and only hoping that the pin is moving back towards the tower. Y/n and Damian only meet eyes with a knowing smirk.

“Jon’s the flag?” Y/n asks only getting a small nod from Damian.

“On your mark.” Damian says which only makes Jon’s eye bulge.

“Guys - stop! I said I didn’t want to be part of your games!” The two devils only smile as if not hearing his refusal.

“Get set.” Y/n says, the two now shifting their weight to the balls of their heels. Jon growls twisting and taking off in a quick dash.

“Go!” Damian and Y/n both shout taking off at inhuman speeds, eager to catch their human(?) flag.

Damian pulls out his bat gun, launching a wire and hook into the long wall in an attempt to quick zip line towards Jon only for Y/n to grab the wire and snap it with her bare hands.

“Leave me alone!” Jon shouts, the sonic sound of his shout vibrating the objects around him.

“You’re mine!” Y/n springs out, grabbing the corner of Jon’s jacket only for Jon to step away launching Y/n head first into the large computers and screens with a loud crack. The screens glass sprays across the floor, the Amazonian only jumps up and bounds towards Jon without a second to spare.

“Launch emergency Kryptonite!” Damian shouts into his suit mic now throwing lethal batarangs and recalling the projectiles. Jon only evading the objects by mere millimeters.

The projectiles where only continuously puncturing the steel walls and solid objects around. Sparks fly as Damian hits an electric reserve.

The red emergency lights now blaring a warning.

But the three pay no mind to the danger alarm, Y/n and Damian too absorbed in capturing their objective. Jon too distracted to not getting injured.

————

“Code Red, Watchtower is under attack.” An AI Voice announces into the earpieces of the Justice team. “Permission to counter attack the enemy by any means necessary?”

“The kids!” Superman exclaims, Batman redirecting the route of the Batship.

“Permission denied.” Batman grumbles into his mic. Worry now coating the features of Clark.

“What foe could be attacking the tower right now?” Diana voices, hoping that the answer will relieve some distress. Batman only grumbles a reply.

“Probably the kids.”

————-

Arriving to the tower the big three stand at the teleport entry, eyeing the mass damage that has occurred on the tower in the short moments they were gone. All of the screens are cracked and ruin, the holographic projector now laying on the floor in a broke heap. Sparks flying away from live wires.

“I caught him first!” Damian shouts, yanking Jon towards him.

“What are you stupid?! I caught him first!” Y/n shouts yanking Jon into her grasp. Jumping up she locks her legs around his torso, arms wrapping firmly around Jon’s neck in a lock. “You can claim him if you wretch my dead body off of him.”

“Fine.” Damian says coldly, taking a step back and launching himself onto the two making them tumble over with a loud thud. Yelps and grasps coming from the three now strewn a-crossed the floor. Jon now trapped between his two friends, thrashing limbs.

“What is going on here?” Diana yells making Y/n instantly release her grip and scrambling to get up only to slam into the floor as Damian’s grip is still wrapped around her ankle. The three slowly look up at their parents faces who are angry to say the least. “How could you let this happen.”

Y/n kicks her foot at Damian, before finally standing up, Y/n slouches under the angry gaze of her mother. “We couldn’t decide on a leader so we made it a competition of capture the flag… Jon’s the flag.” Diana’s eye twitched at the absurdity of your words. The watch tower was destroyed because their super kids decided to settle an argument with ‘Capture the Flag.’

“And added inflicted millions of dollars in damages in the process. You’re all in big trouble.” Clark reprimands, his usual friendly demeanour now replaced with stern anger.

“But Dad! I didn’t even want to be part of this stupid game!” Jon whines which only makes Y/n and Damian shoot Jon a silent deathly look.

“A good leader would’ve prevented a dispute in their team.” Clark reprimands Jon which only makes him bow his head in shame.

“You’re all clearly not ready for a serious role in the hero’s league if you plan of settling disputes with childish games and inflicting mass damage in the process - Clark, Diana and I will re-evaluate your readiness. Until then, the Little Three team is banned from missions.”

“What?! This is so unfair!” Y/n exclaims in exasperation. The hero’s team banned before they even got started. They hadn’t even picked a leader for crying out loud.

“What is unfair is that Jon, Damian and yourself have destroyed perfectly good resources all for a game.” Clark reprimands. “Jon your grounded, you will be staying home for the rest of the summer completing all farm chores including mine.” Jon groans at his punishment.

It was Bruce’s turn to supply Damian a punishment. “No vigilante work until you move stocks to cover the cost of your handiwork.” Damian stands stick straight, accepting his punishment without resistance.

“Yes father.”

Diana leans over, her brows knitting together in irritation. “Listen here missy!” Before Diana could utter another word, Y/n’s hands reach out to her mothers face, pressing her fingers into her mothers pinched brows, as if making Diana not frown would resolve her anger. Y/n begins to jut her lip out and stare up at her mother with big shining eyes.

“I’m sorry Mama, please don’t be mad.” Her soft and delicate voice pulling at Diana’s heartstrings.

“…it’s okay baby…” Diana folds instantly to her adorable daughter. “Just don’t do it again.” She coos giving her precious girl a big kiss on the cheek. Y/n only looks at her fellow mates with the cheekiest of grins.

The two boys stare in disbelief as Y/n escape parental punishment, especially as she is the instigator of the incident. Jon decides to take the plunge. “Dad-“

“Don’t even try it son.”

[kitkatscabinet]

NO THING DEFINES A MAN LIKE LOVE THAT MAKES HIM SOFT

requested by anon

summary: Jason's always been undeniably soft for you, his friends and family take every opportunity to tease him for it.

pairing: jason todd x wondergirl! reader

word count: 2.5k

You throw open the door to Jason's apartment, wincing when the wood slams against the wall with a bang.

Roy doesn't even look up when he greets you, too enthralled with whatever violent video game he's playing today. Jason, however, perks up at your arrival, putting his book down as he turns to look at you. He can't help it, the way he responds automatically at your presence, his face splitting into a bright smile at the sight of you.

You're too tired to walk around the couch, so you sit on the back of the couch, flipping yourself backwards inelegantly. You sink into the shitty couch beside Jason, draping yourself across his lap with a groan.

You've always been so free with your physical affection, but it still makes Jason's heart leap to his throat; butterflies erupt in his stomach like a child with their first crush.

He stiffens for a second, hands hovering awkwardly midair like he’s not sure where to put them with Roy suddenly watching so intently. On your waist? Your legs? Just hovering there like an idiot?

You shift, cuddling closer, totally oblivious to the dilemma you're causing.

Roy smirks at him from across the room, wriggling his brows suggestively. Jason flips him the bird, glaring harshly, before quickly retracting his hand when you turn to stare up at him. He has to fight back the urge to squirm under the weight of your adoring gaze.

You reach up, tugging at his little white curl playfully, before you turn back around and nestle into Jason’s stomach, content to steal all his body heat without a second thought.

Jason, poor Jason, just slowly rests his hand on your back like he’s afraid you’ll suddenly disappear if he moves even an inch. You let out a happy little hum, nuzzling further into him as your muscular arms encircle his waist.

Trapped as he is, Jason is powerless to stop Roy as his friend whips out his phone and takes an incriminating photo. "Group chat’s gonna love this," he murmurs gleefully.

Jason glares at him with the intensity of a thousand burning suns. "You’re dead to me." He whispers, careful not to wake you.

"Don't worry, I'll send it to you too." Jason refuses to verbalise how much he actually wants that.

You're out like a light, bruises decorating your skin and hair dishevelled from a long day of sparring, and yet you're still as beautiful as ever. He watches you sleep with no small amount of reverence, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth unbidden.

He still remembers the first time you met, with startling clarity. His memories of you are some of the only things untainted by the Lazarus Pit and his subsequent time in the League.

It was during his early days as Robin, when he was still rough around the edges and angry at the world, trying so desperately to prove himself.

Dick had been even more giddy than usual, promising Jason he had "a super duper exciting surprise that he'd absolutely love!" as he lured him down to the Batcave.

"I doubt it." He'd grumped, only to nearly instantly eat his words at the sight of Wonder Woman, the greatest hero ever. Not just Wonder Woman, but you, bright, breathtaking you.

You were a force of nature, all wild hair and sharper wit, smiling like the world hadn't yet taught you to be wary. You offer him your hand eagerly, and Jason takes it, his eyes trailing up and up and up.

"...You’re so tall." He inwardly cringes at his lack of eloquence, too tongue-tied at the literal demi-goddess towering over him.

"Is that a problem?" you asked curiously, arms folding across your chest as you looked him up and down. "Should I shrink myself to spare your ego, Robin?" Diana had warned you that men tended to feel emasculated when women were taller than they were, but you'd yet to experience that.

"No!" Jason practically shouts, as if the mere idea offended him.

Dick made a choking noise and immediately began texting someone, not that Jason noticed, entranced with you as he was.

(Jason would later learn this was the exact moment a group chat called 'Jason + Wondergirl = ENDGAME' was born.)

You'd then proceed to flatten him into the dirt for the next thirty minutes as you sparred, and Jason fell just a little bit in love.

You'd picked him up off the floor with ease, smiling dopily despite his busted lip, and he'd asked if you were ready to get serious. You'd laughed, full-bodied and delighted, and Jason had known then that he was doomed.

You became his person so effortlessly, it was almost embarrassing. You'd squeeze yourself into the spaces he left open, the cracks he didn’t realise were there, until he couldn’t imagine a world where you weren't right beside him.

You were his best friend, his confidante, his favourite person in the entire world.

Even when you argued, which was rare, because you always listened to him. When his anger got the better of him and he lashed out, you were understanding, refusing to let him push you away.

Even when he'd died and then come back different, wrong, you'd never once judged him or hated him. Bruce had been outraged at what Jason had become, but you'd offered nothing but kindness and understanding.

You never hated him or begrudged him for becoming a killer, nor did you attempt to stop him, simply happy to have him back by your side.

His brothers teased him relentlessly, but Jason couldn't prevent the smile that covered his face when you entered the room, even if he tried. Roy constantly comments on how his body releases the tension it always seems to hold whenever you're around. Even Bruce had become relentless in his not-so-subtle, offhand comments about the two of you, with Jason actually shooting at him when his old man brought up grandchildren.

Jason sighed softly, dragging a hand through his hair as he tried to push away those thoughts. Of you and him, together.

You shift slightly, face scrunching in your sleep, and he immediately softens even more, reaching out to brush a piece of hair from your forehead with infinite gentleness reserved solely for you.

His phone vibrates, but he stalwartly ignores it, even when Roy starts to gesture at him aggressively. It's not until he fears the constant vibrations will wake you that he snatches his phone up with a glare, only to find he's been added to a chat that he definitely wasn't part of before.

Arse-nal: LOOK AT HIM!! LOOK HOW SOFT HE IS!!!

Attached was the photo, an annoyingly well-taken photo, of you, fast asleep in his lap, using him as your personal pillow. But even worse is the clear adoration in his gaze as he stares down at you.

LoverBoy: fuck all of you. i hope you step on a pile of legos

Eldest Daughter Syndrome (Dick): VINDICATION!!!! Look at that face! I knew it. I’ve been telling you all, he's been obsessed with her for years. You think he’s tough? This dude’s a marshmallow when it comes to her.

Arse-nal: BRO IS WHIPPED. Now there's no refuting that he's literally softer than cotton candy.

Fastest Dumbass Alive (Wally): OH MY GOD IT'S HAPPENING! STATIONS EVERYONE!!! REMAIN CALM!!

Stalker (Tim): Didn't know you could smile. Ur glowing. This feels illegal.

BeastieBoy: That's that Amazon magic babyyyyy. His skin? CLEAR, crops? Watered, depression? Cured.

Demolition Barbie (Cassie): Why do i wanna cry? He's so in love its a little disgusting.

Ebony Dark’ness (Raven): What would the criminals say if they could see you now? The Big Bad Red Hood, secretly a wife guy, the world must be ending.

Lover Boy: Delete that shit before i delete you.

Arse-nal: No can do brother. The people deserve to see it. Maybe this will help you finally man up and express your feelings.

Fastest Dumbass Alive: RIGHT? LIKE, LETS NOT PRETEND THIS HASNT BEEN YEARS IN THE MAKING. U 2 R SICKENINGLY SWEET

LoverBoy: You are weirdly intense about this. I feel mildly unsafe.

Fastest Dumbass Alive: SOME OF US HAVE BEEN INVESTED SINCE SEASON ONE, JASON. DONT DISRESPECT MY EMOTIONAL JOURNEY

Eldest daughter syndrome: I'm literally tearing up. y'all don't understand; Wally was there when Jason first awkwardly complimented her combat skills after she kicked his ass.

Arse-nal: Thats basically a proposal in Jason language.

Stalker: There are Oscar-nominated films with less buildup than this relationship. Waiting on that Netflix deal fr.

LoverBoy: I hate all of you. Deeply. Profoundly.

Queen Supreme (Donna): You love her though ;)

Fastest Dumbass Alive: YEAH, HOWS THAT FOR CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT. SO PROUD OF YOU <3

Jason wanted to scream, or throttle Roy, probably both, neither of which were options he had available as you were still sprawled across his lap.

Roy, sensing his luck was about to run out as Jason searched for something to throw, made a quick tactical retreat. (Not before snapping a bunch more photos, though.)

His thoughts of vengeance are abruptly derailed when you sigh happily, trying to push yourself closer against him in your sleep.

His neck will murder him tomorrow for sure, but Jason would rather die than wake you now. So he lets you spend the night like that, succumbing to sleep himself as he allows his imagination to run just a little wild.

Despite the furious ache in his body the next day, Jason had no regrets, not when it was the best sleep he'd had in years. He was on cloud 9 that day; nothing could bring him down.

Nothing until his phone started buzzing incessantly again.

Stalker: GUYS GUYS GUYS I MADE T-SHIRTS

Attached: a pic of a black t-shirt with the photo of Jason with you sleeping on his lap, printed below in giant bold letters is: "LOVER BOY"

Fastest Dumbass Alive: I AM ACTUALLY CRYING PUT ME DOWN FOR TEN I’M GIVING THEM OUT LIKE PARTY FAVOURS                                                                                                                                  Beastie Boy:                                                                                                        It hasn’t even been a day! The devil works hard, but Tim Drake works harder!!

Arse-nal:                                                                                  TIMOTHY. YOU BEAUTIFUL BOY I NEED A HOODIE TOO.

Eldest Daughter Syndrome: I’m buying in bulk. I’m handing them out at the next League meeting. 

Demolition Barbie: THIS IS THE GREATEST MOMENT OF MY LIFE. I WANT A TANK TOP VERSION.

Ebony Dark’ness: You are all unsupervised children. …but also I’ll take two.

Queen Supreme: We need matching hats. No one gets left behind.

Stalker: DON’T WORRY. Hats. Hoodies. Totes. Phone cases. I’m building an empire off Jason's misery. 

LoverBoy: I SWEAR TO GOD. IF I SEE ONE PERSON WEARING THAT SHIRT, YOU’RE ALL DEAD.

Fastest Dumbass Alive: 👕👕👕👕

Eldest Daughter Syndrome: Hey Jay, what size are you? Just wanna make sure your own shirt fits well. 

Arse-nal: NO ONE TELL HER. I WANNA SEE HIS FACE WHEN SHE SEES THEM IN THE WILD.

Ebony Dark’ness: This is the happiest I’ve seen all of you. Concerning.

Stalker: THE POWER OF LOVE, BABY. AND PETTY SIBLING BULLYING. BEAUTIFUL.

LoverBoy: i hope all your phones die at 1% when you're lost and need gps. i hope every chair you sit on has one short leg. i hope your toast falls butter side down. i hope you step on water in socks. i hate you. i hate you all so much. sleep with both eyes open.

Queen Supreme: We should get banners printed and roll them out at their wedding.

LoverBoy: I am begging you to touch grass. I am BEGGING you to seek help.

Stalker: too late bro. Train’s already left the station. By that I mean I’ve already sent the photo out to every hero number i have, I’m already getting requests. 

Fastest Dumbass Alive: hope ur ready to be the face of love, king <3

Jason clenches his teeth so hard he swears he hears a cracking noise. Oh god, he needed to find you, needed to explain before one of the idiots got to you first.

Unfortunately for him, Stephanie gets to you first, bursting into your room at the Titans tower, dressed in the prototype of the shirt.™

"Stephanie, what. is. that." You blink, focused on the garish neon pink text beneath the picture on her shirt.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" She beams, wiping a fake tear from the corner of her eye. Steph had been prepared for embarrassment, what she hadn't been prepared for, was to see the glee on your face.

"Where did you get it. I want one." You demand, taking Steph by surprise.

Your gaze is so intense, and she ends up just stripping it off to give to you for fear that you'd take it by force. She's a lot shorter and slimmer than you, but luckily the shirt had been oversized on Steph already.

You're admiring it in the mirror, it really is a cute picture of the two of you, when Jason suddenly slides into your room, out of breath. "I need to... talk... to you." He trails off in horror, witnessing you wearing the abomination Tim had created to embarrass him.

"Baby, we're so cute!" You chirp, proudly showing off your new article of clothing.

"Baby?" Steph squeals in delight, typing something furiously on her phone as Jason just sighs.

"You're cute," he corrects, grabbing one of your hands and placing a kiss on the back of your palm.

Stephanie sputters, pointing an accusing finger at Jason, who's doing his damndest to ignore her existence.

You pull him closer, tugging him against your chest as you lean down to kiss him. You know Jason prefers to keep your relationship private, but you're pretty sure the cat is well and truly out of the bag now, and you really want to kiss your absolutely adorable boyfriend.

Jason, who is always powerless against your kisses, melts into you, barely noticing Stephanie's outraged squawking.

You're quick to shove the blonde out the door, locking it before she can barge her way back in, never once pulling away from Jason.

Though you've been together romantically for a while now, he's still unused to your touch, to how gently you cradle him with calloused, war-torn hands.

"You know they're going to be even more insufferable once Steph blabs right?"

"Hmm, don't care, just wanna show everyone how much I love you." The sincerity in your words nearly stops his heart, but not as much as it pounds against his chest when you pick him up, pinning him to your bed.

"But let's not think about them any longer, yeah?" He nods, anything you wanted, he'd give it to you.

[moghedien]

like I understand non book readers being freaked out by the Moghedien scene and I think it’s good that they are and that they should be scared and worried for the Wondergirls and I’m glad the show is making that clear

It’s just so hard for me to take Moghedien seriously as a threat knowing what occurs and I have to constantly remind myself that scene wasnt silly and fun for most normal people lmaooo

[maglarks]

Live action DC shows and movies have done the same thing to the justice league as they did to the teen titans

like they’ve shown one version of the justice league (the trinity, flash, cyborg, and aquaman) and taken that as gospel rather than looking into other fun league members

Animated shows like Justice League (to an extent) and Justice League unlimited are amazing in the fact that they include other members, people like hawkgirl, john stewart, and martian manhunter who a lot of people don’t know (in the fact that if i asked someone who didn’t read comics they probably couldn’t tell me anything about the characters)

The live action Justice Leage in particular does a good job of making out that they are the founding JL members (they. are not. that would be the trinity, flash (barry allen), gl (hal jordan in most continuations), and martian manhunter)

Swapping out Hal and J’onn for Vic and Arthur is so annoying to me because you’ve got 2/3 of your Spaceboys™️ and replaced them with a badly developed Aquaman, and Cyborg who most of your target audience know and are familiar with as a Teen Titan

Honestly every single movie with Hal and Barry has disrespected them so heavy and treated them as comic relief (most notably the Flash and the DCAMU as a whole) but to leave out all GLs as a whole is insane (rip guy gardner, gone AND forgotten)

And with the Teen Titans, they!ve done the exact same thing

People ignore the fab five (robin, speedy, aqualad, wondergirl, and kid flash) in preference of the overused and overmarketed tt/ttg 5 (robin, beast boy, cyborg, starfire, and raven)

People have been asking and asking for literally any fab five content, especially with more teen titans media in the works, but instead they go the route of the popular, marketable characters

I’m not sure if its because non comic readers don’t know the fab five, or if its because they’re not all perfect people, or whatever, but its a massive fuck you to actual comic readers

The fab five are such big parts of so many teen titans development, and though they are so very briefly mentioned in the Titans show i don’t even think that counts because it was. uhm. (and also no wally or roy + garth was blonde and died so BOOO)

I think personally a fab five tt show, with other ntt + future tt/titans members as side characters or just cameos would be such a cool way to go about it, or even a show based fully around New Teen Titans or Titans would be a way to diverge from the tt we all know and (kinda) love

anyways i’ve been yapping so im gonna stop here and let y’all tell me what you think

(also ignore the tags there are so many characters to tag in this post IM SORRY)

[sassatoru]

Can I request a Dahlia with burlap and lace, where reader is a WonderGirl and part Amazon, being Wonder Woman's daughter.

Yk how there's Donna and Dick, Cassie and Tim, your the Wonder girl to Jason, after Donna and before Cassie.

Can you write about their friendship during Jason's Robin era, everybody in the Justice League and Young Justice shipped the two of you, you guys were Hella close, best friends, we're each other's dates to proms and galas...

And when he died you were super crushed and kinda stopped being Wonder Girl, which led to Cassie taking on the role.

And can you write about how even after death, and him being resurrected your still close, and start dating.

(You can ignore this part but could Amazon!Reader have long voluminous ginger curly hair? Similar to how Artemis has ginger hair, but that's what seperated them? Think the Kalogeras Sisters!)

Anyways, sorry that this is so long, I love your writing, it's so nice to read, keep doing what your doing, I look forward to everytime you post 🫶🫶🫶

sorry there’s no smut, i dont think i could find a way to make this smutty tho and i’m exhausted trying to clear out my inbox.

“you left.” he said as more of a knowing statement and not a question, his mask had been cracked from the might of your fists. you may not be wonder girl anymore but amazonian strength never wavers.

you faltered at the sight of his eyes, “you scared me.” you huff softly, pulling him to his feet.

“i could tell,” he snorted, pulling off his broken helmet. “i was wondering where you disappeared to.” his eyes landed on the grave in front of you, his grave.

there wasn’t a sight of moss, or dirt on the headstone, pretty pinkish white dahlia’s sitting beside it. “you come here often?”

“when i’m mad at you,” you mutter in response, arms crossed.

he rolled his eyes, moving to stand behind you. despite your amazonian nature you were shorter than him, not by much just shorter. “like remembering i was dead once and you forgive me?”

“stops me from choking the life out of you.” you add.

“tough crowd.”

“shut up.” you scoff, elbowing him in the ribs, he hisses in pain.

“as attractive as the fact you can throw me around is, doll. i don’t like broken ribs.”

you roll you eyes before he’s grabbing you, pulling your backside flush against his front. “i love you.”

he knew his death had changed you, the girl who used to be full of light and hope was dulled down to an amazonian princess who preferred the harsh realities of life over hope.

“i miss you.”

your gaze falters from his head stone, “i could’ve saved you.”

“no you couldn’t.” ouch. “even if you found me. i was too far gone then too.”

you stand there in silence once more, accompanied by more than just is headstone this time, this time you have him. jason admired you, your strength, your morals, your hope. whatever happened to the girl he used to look at like the sun, he’d seen you kill someone the other day.

it wasn’t the fact that someone died that shocked him, no it was the fact that you killed someone. with your bare hands, and hadn’t batted an eye when you left the body there.

you’d given up on superhero-ing, claimed there was nothing left to save in a world that would only take.

he hadn’t noticed himself moving closer to you, chin resting on your shoulder with a softly sigh, burying his face in your hair, his eyes shutting. it was a simple gesture that spoke volumes. i love you, hung in the hair, in the way he touched you, the way he loved you.

and you leaned back into him, trust.

you could trust him, only him. you weren’t a saint, not these days anyways. you were just as tainted as gotham itself—dark, broken, and scarred by the choices of those who thought they could save it, yet somehow more dangerous in its decay, where even the purest souls risked being consumed by the shadows.

you were consumed, you thought. consumed by it all.

but so was he. you could be consumed together.

[iwoulddieforher]

Mandarine Oranges | Alex Cabot × Casey Novak

Author's Note: Find me on AO3 now!! Same username :) iwoulddieforher. Everything is just reuploads so far... but kudos would mean a lot to me regardless

No warnings for this one. Just fluff :) ALMOST 6k words of married fluff.

Summary: In their years of marriage, navigating issues has gotten easier, but still, sometimes hardships are encountered. Tonight Casey has withdrawn from Alex and the blonde has decided to reflect on their shared history while making a little token of her genuine affection.

Informal summary: Alex is WHIPPED oh lord.

dedicated to my lovely beta reader (who requested this), @commandermonalisa

"Casey, I'm sorry."

"I know."

"Casey, I'm-"

"I know, Alex, please, I know."

The redhead sighed, deeply, tilting her face to the ceiling and closing her eyes, a pained expression flitting over her face for a second before she shook her head and turned away from the blonde entirely.

Alex clenched her jaw, not out of anger but rather concern, and hesitated, trying to reach out, but Casey didn't turn around to look back at her.

Having off days wasn't unusual for her wife, and Alex was aware of that- Casey was a lot more emotionally invested in cases in a way Alex wasn't usually. When something got screwed up or something simply didn't work the way the redhead wanted it to she felt the effects of it personally. Alex loved that about her, though, the way her heart was so big it could encompass everything around her- the way that once she had gotten past the fiery exterior Casey manufactured, she could see how much her woman really cared.

Lately, though, Casey was apparently having a worse time of it than usual, and Alex wasn't entirely sure what to do. Minor suggestions or comments seemed to tick Casey off a lot more than they normally did, and Novak seemed to shy away from being around her, or doing anything once she got home to their apartment.

"I'm sorry, Alex," Casey murmured, still facing the opposite direction, "Everything is just a little hard for me right now, and I- I just need a little time alone, okay? Everything feels like it takes so much effort, and I just.."

"No, it's okay-" Alex tried to reassure, watching as her love's spine tensed instead of relaxed as she spoke, "Take your time."

She watched cautiously as Casey vanished into the study, closing the door behind her with a soft click- Alex was used to her accidentally shutting doors with more force than necessary, with her temper or her excitement, and needing to focus to hear the sound of the door meeting the doorframe was unsettling.

It had been a simple argument- not even one, really. They'd had the same interaction before. Casey had been doing homework on the motions filed for a case, and Alex had remarked on Casey's approach- it was instinctive, needing to respond to anything regarding the law. But Casey had asked her a few times to stop doing it because it made her second guess things, so Alex had stifled the urge. But sometimes, when she was only half paying attention and Casey mumbled something out loud, she automatically responded.

Normally it was a simple raised eyebrow, a hastened apology from Alex, and then Casey scoffed a short 'wondergirl, you can never turn it off, can you?' and Alex made an over-exaggerated apologetic face that rewarded her with a kiss on the cheek and the interaction was moved on from.

But Casey was really on edge, and Alex hadn't realized- something she felt guilty for, now.

Alex sat down on the couch, staring blankly at the wall for a long minute, ears perked to hear anything from the study Casey had shut herself in, but there was nothing- uncharacteristic silence.

Alex decided, then, to also be uncharacteristic, pulling her legs up onto the couch and curling herself into a ball on the side of it, trying to figure out how to proceed.

Over the years they had been together, Alex had found herself changing a lot. Despite Casey immediately having been able to see through her 'Ice Queen' facade, she had initially tried to act that way regardless, mostly because she hadn't known any other way to be.

But Casey had quickly taught her- inadvertently, of course.

Casey was good at pretending to be nonchalant about her court victories until she shut the front door behind her and bounded into Alex's arms, kissing her with victorious ferocity until Alex's cheeks were red and she was utterly breathless, partly because of the kiss but mostly because of how gorgeous her woman's face was with victory written so plainly on it. Her grin had embedded itself in Alex's skull in a way that her own rulings began to feel extra special, too, because she knew when she celebrated them in bed next to Casey she'd kiss her just as hard with pride.

Alex had never been the type to get any more drunk than toeing the line of tipsy until Casey had cracked open a bottle of whisky on their kitchen counter the day she had first stayed the night and she could still remember the giddy 'I love you's they'd exchanged- the words had felt so natural, even in the blossoming portion of settling into the relationship. She'd tried her best to keep up with Casey but her alcohol tolerance was low enough the redhead just giggled when she tried to match her pace and even now Alex still at some point just given up her attempts to consume the same amount.

After their first real fight, Alex had tried to pull away, steel her nerves, and reject Casey entirely in anger the way she had thrown away the men she had previously been with before- she still winced when she thought about that, now, and it felt like an entirely different person must've done that- but Casey had been nothing but warm and insistent that she wouldn't let Alex go without a proper conversation and the blonde's rigid walls had come clattering down like a house of cards at the redhead's softness, her patience.

Casey was so patient, honestly, overly so. It surprised Alex a lot in the beginning because at work she often didn't seem like it. Watching Casey essentially take over investigations entirely out of impatience and perfectionism had always made Alex rather bemused, but the way Casey was so delicate with issues in their romantic life and had tried so hard to understand her and care for her was anything but her callous work nature might suggest.

Casey had tried so hard to adapt to Alex's uniqueness, her issues, her vulnerabilities, and her quirks. She could calm Alex as no one else could, and when her temper flared on Alex's behalf or when she composed just the exact right thing to say in any situation- well, there was a reason Alex had started crying out of sheer emotion when she had slipped the polished ring on her soulmate's finger.

Alex knew Casey loved her, and she knew it wasn't something she should think she needed to earn to deserve, but in a moment like this- when Casey was so overwhelmed- even though her wife had asked her to just leave her alone she couldn't stand it. Alex was the one who became avoidant of facing her issues, not Casey, never Casey. Casey threw herself at things. She must be trying to tamp down her emotions entirely to stop herself from either exploding or imploding with whatever storm she was submerging so Alex wouldn't see.

'I love you', Alex thought to herself, toying with her own ring. She tried to formulate some sort of idea, something that could- she wasn't even sure what she was trying to do. She didn't know what Casey was grappling with, because the redhead had just made it clear she didn't want Alex to know, and she didn't want Alex to help.

Earlier in their relationship, Alex had made that mistake- trying to insert herself into situations, trying to make herself as vital a part of Casey's life to match how vital Casey now was to her mind. But she knew better, now, because it made Casey feel rather patronized if Alex flashed her wealth or her connections to make Casey's life easier, and Alex had understood and resigned herself instead to kissing a line down Casey's should blade from behind her office chair and to watch Casey solve problems on her own.

And Casey was so, so wonderful at solving problems. Ironically enough, though, Casey's name for her had become wondergirl- an inside joke, if you will, when Casey had won a particularly difficult case and Alex had hummed "wonderful, wonderful, wonderful" over and over into Casey's hair when Casey buried her head into her shoulder.

"Alex- you're my wonder." Casey had muttered, pressing a quick kiss to the blonde's sharp jawline, "My wonder."

So Alex had quickly become Alexandra "Wondergirl" Cabot to her, although she only pulled that nickname out when she wanted to freeze Alex in her words because even now the nickname made her feel so hopelessly flustered she wouldn't be able to respond until long after Casey had made whatever response she was trying to.

She made her feel so special. Alex craved the knowledge that Casey felt as though her wife made her feel the same way, too.

Alex sighed, deciding to think this over the way she assumed Casey must approach it whenever she was being less than easy to deal with.

Casey always seemed to drink in the curt words Alex would offer, study her eyes with intensity, and then somehow appear with the perfect response to shatter her defense until Alex was curled in her arms exactly where she wanted to be.

Her words. Okay, Alex could do that.

'Everything feels like it takes so much effort', her wife had muttered in a flat tone, devoid of her normal determined nature, and Alex decided to fixate on that.

She swallowed, running her finger along the grooves on the ring again, before glancing at the clock. It was late, but they hadn't eaten dinner, because they had both brought work home. Casey normally cooked, because after Alex had set their second toaster on fire the redhead had guided her firmly to the dining table chairs and told her to sit back.

So, Casey hadn't eaten, and being hungry must not do much for stress. But Alex knew cooking for her would just exasperate the problem, because then the redhead would just develop guilt over the fact she hadn't provided Alex with anything and that was the last thing she wanted.

Alex stood with an inhale, and then set herself intently in the kitchen, reaching to the bowl of fruit Casey had made sure was always stocked on the kitchen aisle and picking up a mandarine orange.

Casey always jokingly commented on how much effort it took for her to eat them after a long day of grueling legality, and it was often they'd be overripe or straight-up decaying because Alex didn't really eat citrus and Casey forgot or was too exhausted to take the amount of effort it would take to peel them.

Such was true with this one, actually, and Alex sighed inwardly.

Then she grabbed her coat and her purse and set out into the cold New York night, drawing on from some of her wife's enthusiasm at setting her ideas into motion despite whatever barricade she might be facing. Alex couldn't begin to explain to Casey how much she looked up to her. So, maybe she could just show her instead.

Every night, she thanked the heavens there was a twenty-hour open grocery down the street from her apartment- she hated walking out after dark, especially by herself, but it wasn't a long way to go.

It was interesting, though, because she hadn't even known this little corner store was here until Casey had moved in and asked where she bought groceries. She normally just had them delivered- she didn't have the time to physically go pick out her groceries, and besides, she had barely eaten meals made at home regardless, so the only things she needed were the bare essentials and she just ordered take-out usually.

But Casey had absolutely insisted that it was a staple of life to buy groceries and make the majority of meals at home- she said she wasn't fulfilling her duty as a wife if she didn't go to the grocery store at least once a week, whatever that meant- and thus Alex had been made aware of this location.

She didn't walk alone, though, most of the time. She actually never really went at all- but she didn't like Casey being out alone after a certain time, and when the redhead very indignantly put her jacket on to go fetch a loaf of bread and whatever else she had put on the shared shopping list she had established, ignoring the fact Alex barely ever added anything, Alex resigned to pulling her coat on too. If Casey found it necessary to be out, then at the very least Alex would make sure she wasn't alone outside.

Casey's pace was a bit faster than Alex's was, and now it felt weird not to have a strutting, fiery woman making idle jokes while traversing the short distance.

"Wondergirl, you know you don't have to come with me, right?" She had murmured the last time they had gone, sounding exasperated, but Alex knew she was just teasing.

"I know- but I don't like thinking about you out in the cold on the streets at night." Alex had murmured, pressing a soft kiss to the side of her head and settling one of her hands in the curve of Casey's waist, pleased with how it felt as though the redhead's body was shaped just so that she'd fit perfectly. Casey huffed, but ceased her argument, an equally pleased smile on her pink lips as she flexed her eyebrows at her girl.

The mandarines the store had were a deep orange, and they still had the stems attached- Alex checked, and they were organic, which Casey would appreciate. She bought five and then moved on.

While she was here, she might as well pick up something extra.

She narrowed her eyes at a bag of pistachios- she briefly remembered the time Casey had gotten her blood results back and it had showed borderline anemia, and with a laugh Casey had jested about needing more iron-rich foods, except she couldn't be bothered to crack open the little green nuts even if it would stop her from fainting. Alex added them to the basket.

She didn't need to think when she grabbed a pomegranate. Once they had visited a modern art museum on a day off when they had nothing better to do, in Casey's effort to distract Alex from using her mandatory break to do extra legal research, and Casey had to keep stifling giggles at a floor-length painting of a pomegranate that was being used as a metaphor for lesbian sex. Hopefully eating it would remind Casey of that moment- God knows for the next months after that museum trip Alex always vaguely had pomegranate imagery in her head when she went down. On her way down, at least, with Casey on her tongue she didn't really think about anything else.

For the sake of the fact Casey always insisted on having at least one protein per meal she prepared, Alex mused over the deli section, ignoring the incessantly loud hum of the refrigerators before buying a portion of salami, some prosciutto, and a portion of some strange soft cheese that had a vaguely European-sounding name.

Alex hesitated, and then took a packet of white cheddar, too. She felt mildly upset she wasn't exactly sure which cheese Casey used for the pasta recipe she always made whenever Alex was handling something especially difficult, but the blonde was pretty sure it was this one, and that made it important to have.

Grapes were an afterthought, but she remembered Casey's annoyance at the fact at an office potluck once Stabler had brought a bunch of grapes without separating them individually from the stem and Alex had to quickly convince her out of scolding him for his lack of ethic. Casey had protested, saying it showed a lack of respect for his colleagues, because apparently, she found picking grapes to be an irritating task that she assumed one who provided grapes would automatically do out of politeness.

Brainstorming a theme for this odd ensemble of foods, Alex decided she might as well commit to a charcuterie theme- she needed some sort of plating idea, of course, because Casey always made stupidly cute things and she didn't want to fall short.

Her mind flashed back to smiley faces in strawberries Casey had made on her pancakes, which initially Alex had been rather confused by and then later grew to expect and then adore. "It's because my family has a lot of little kids-" she had justified, the first time Alex had raised a manicured eyebrow when Casey set the plate in front of her, "if the food doesn't look cute, they won't eat it- and now it feels weird to plate anything without thinking about it."

Thus, figs and olives were added to the basket, unpitted olives to be specific because Alex was starting to look forward to the diligent task of preparing all of these items.

After a second, and out of fondness for Casey's utilization of strawberries in breakfast foods, Alex added a carton of them to her growing collection, too. Besides, Alex had cut her thumb once absentmindedly separating the strawberry stalks from the juicy red body, and if each of the things Alex provided had a memory, that one was cute enough as it was for how Casey had carefully cleaned and bandaged it despite it really not being that deep of a cut to warrant that degree of attention.

'I love you', Alex thought, toying with the silver band on her ring finger idly, the basket handle in the crook of her elbow so she had both hands free while perusing the store. After a long moment of seeking through all the isles of the small grocery store, her brow furrowing despite herself because of the harsh fluorescent lights, she decided what she collected was enough and made it to the checkout line.

She was starting to realize that everything reminded her of Casey to some degree when she fumbled to decide which of her cards she should put the groceries on, before just pawing over a hundred-dollar bill instead. Casey made note in the earlier stages of their relationship to comment on how ridiculous she found Alex's wealth- and the blonde was content to accept her mocking so long as she was allowed to spoil her with the fruits of it later.

She arrived back at their apartment, and it was as though she had never left, which she was mildly surprised by. The lights in the kitchen and living room were on as she had left them, the door to the study was still firmly shut, and nothing had moved outside to indicate Casey had left her self-confinement at all.

Alex pursed her lips but set her groceries on the kitchen counter, separating all the containers out into a neat little arrangement so she could select what she wanted to start with.

It almost pained her to admit it, but she wasn't entirely used to the feeling of preparing food with her hands- she realized this as she felt her fingertips on the cold block of cheddar she was cutting, and the urge to wash her hands after every single brushed interaction. Casey was definitely the chef in their relationship, the edible provider. Alex snorted to herself softly when she internally mused the idea that Casey was both the reason she didn't constantly need to eat out due to lack of food preparation skills and simultaneously her favorite thing to eat out. She wished Casey was here, sitting on one of the barstools at the kitchen island, so she could hear her wife's low raspy voice chuckle at that. Corny comments were Casey's specialty, but Alex liked surprising her with them when her mind was able to formulate one.

She found a box of long toothpicks among their kitchen utilities- she had absolutely no clue where that came from, so it must've been among Casey's kitchen items when the redhead had moved in with her. She had let her pick out where she wanted all of her items to go, and not really supervised those decisions, so sometimes something of Casey's still surprised her when she looked through her cabinets and noted the presence of something that must have been there for years at this point that she had never noticed.

She liked the feeling, though. It reminded her of the first time she had sleepily pulled herself into her bathroom and realized a second toothbrush had materialized in the cup next to the sink where she kept hers, and the bolt of energy that had given her. Casey had embedded herself in Alex's mind in a way she was always noticing, whether it being daydreams about future occurrences or sentimental reflections on their now-shared past, and it was only fitting her living space reflected that fact. Every day, Alex felt herself growing a little bit more attached- not that she could even imagine a life without her most cherished woman at all anymore.

Alex surfaced from her internal pondering to realize she had already started skewering carefully cut blocks of cheese onto the skewers- she put one block of cheddar on each, and then pondered on what to follow it with. Casey always had a flare for color arrangements on the food spreads she made, but Alex wasn't that well-versed nor that creative. Cheddar went with almost anything, though, so she decided to just start pitting olives so she could put those on next.

It took her longer to do than it would've Casey, but it was oddly meditating, drawing little x-s on both sides of the olive with a small, sharp blade and then pushing the pit out one side. She skewered them sideways, though, because her blade work definitely wasn't neat enough to trust. After washing the knife, she cut apart the strawberries too, into thin slices that she could stack.

She hesitated and then flicked through YouTube videos on her phone until she found a tutorial on how to make the salami slices form little flower shapes, like how she had seen professional caterers do once at a gala she had forced Casey to attend.

Idle daydreams about Casey in the dresses Alex pursued her to wear enveloped her mind as she struggled to hold and arrange the snacks the way she wanted to.

"Sweetheart," Alex had cooed, perched on a chair near Casey's bathroom door, "I'm sure you look great."

"I never wear dresses like this, Alex, I-" she heard her at the time girlfriend's voice through the door, sounding very concerned, and a half-smirk toyed on Alex's lips. She knew Casey would look amazing, regardless of the redhead's hesitance, and she was impatient to see.

"Please?" Alex asked, first in a rather stern tone of voice, only to be met with a scoff. She sighed, deciding to indulge her girlfriend, and then stood, leaning both palms against the door softly.

"Casey, please.?"

Alex knew full well Casey was a wreck for the subtle note of begging in her tone, and thus was not surprised in the slightest when the door pulled open a second later, but exactly the degree of gorgeous her redhead was was an entirely different story. Alex's breath caught quickly in her chest, her blue eyes widening slightly.

The dress was black, and Alex had picked it out, so she wasn't sure exactly why she was so shell-shocked seeing Casey in it- but God, god she was.

The dress had only one strap that hitched delicately over the redhead's shoulder, and on the other side, it dipped, exposing the delicious curves of her sharp collarbones, and emphasizing the faint cup of her breast on that side. A slit ran up the opposite half up to her thigh, and Casey's leg was poking out of it, skin Alex knew the taste of by heart so innocently exposed in a way that did not help how breathless she felt. The redhead's waist was emphasized by the gold chain that ran around her taille, the interlinked golden circles matching the ones on the necklace Alex had already helped the redhead put on tight around the base of her neck.

"Fuck, Casey-" Alex exhaled, finally, and without further preamble she pushed her girlfriend against the bathroom wall, peppering her exposed neck with kisses that made Casey break out in delighted giggles.

"Alex- Alex, if you keep kissing me like that, we're going to be late-"

"With you in this, we'll be fashionably late, no? It won't be a problem." Alex smiled carelessly against her skin, and then slid the strap of her dress an inch to the side to bite down on the flesh there, feeling Casey's slight squirming turn a bit more ferocious.

"Hey!- 'Lexi, you really want me trying to hide hickeys this whole night?"

"Yes."

Alex smiled very fondly at the memory of their earlier shenanigans, resurfacing from the memory before she got too carried away to study the small roses she had been able to make out of mean- somewhat, at least, they looked a bit lopsided and none of them were identical but it was close enough.

The prosciutto she put significantly less effort into, simply using her index to carefully form the flimsy slides into a roll and then stabbing it with the spear of the toothpicks before it had the opportunity to unfold.

The grapes followed, Alex carefully tugging each off of the bunch as carefully as possible to not tug out the grape's innards and also not allow a small piece of the stem to stay imbedded, spearing one on each toothpick and then collecting the rest in a bowl she'd add to the platter when she was done.

The dried figs needed little preparation, and the toothpicks were running out of space, so Alex cut them into quarters and then added them as the second bite, using the fancy cheese she had picked up as the first and also as a stopper to make sure nothing slid on the thin wooden pole.

She pulled out one of Casey's cutting boards and arranged them in a little line, very pleased with how they had turned out considering her utter lack of culinary skills, before pulling out two bowls and starting on the pistachios. No wonder Casey didn't prefer eating them- cracking open the little brittle shells hurt the pads of her fingers, but she was so caught up in the feeling of doing something for the woman she so adored that Alex barely registered the prickle of pain.

The now unenclosed nuts were placed in one bowl, with the broken shells in the other, and Alex tried her best to make quick yet quiet work of them- she now decided she didn't want Casey walking in and seeing her work prematurely.

Finally, the last yet initial and arguably most important ingredient to Alex's spread was under her fingers.

"Careful," Casey's unembodied voice cooed in her ear, the way she had sounded when they had previously had this exact conversation, "don't break the peel."

"Why not?" Alex had looked sideways with a quizzical expression, and Casey had just shrugged.

"It's nice to break them open without ripping the skin. Just put your fingernail in near the top like this-"

Alex did just as she remembered how Casey had instructed, despite her sarcasm at the time they had spoken about it being inefficient to care for something that was going to be discarded anyway. Casey had just smiled wordlessly and kept giving her soft commands on how the most appropriate way to strip a mandarine orange of its peel was, and Alex continued regardless of her own opinion.

Now the blonde couldn't think of any other way to peel a mandarinee.

She took a step back, nodding with a note of self-satisfaction at the cutting board she had just laid out. A row of little skewers assembled with ingredients that Alex connected to memories through the years of their relationship, and to the side were three mandarines Alex had opened at the center on one side to resemble an open flower were surrounding a small porcelain bowl filled with stripped pistachios.

And then she hesitated, because she wasn't entirely sure what to do now.

She couldn't exactly break the barrier of the study door Casey had set up around her, Casey had asked for nothing else but time alone and she was not going to violate that request. She didn't want to just put the platter outside the door, either, because if Casey wanted to wander back into the bedroom in the dark tonight she didn't want it to be a confusing obstacle. The primary concern, though, is that Casey wouldn't understand what she meant by this, and she didn't want to try to insist on a conversation while her wife was exhausted and unwilling.

She pursed her lips, and then a memory surfaced, of one of their first arguments- the first time tears had pricked in her blue eyes when she looked at the redhead.

"Alex, we're never going to get anywhere if we just keep fighting." Casey had murmured, pressing closer, and Alex had just backed up with a hand in front of her.

"I don't know how to talk to you right now without fighting," she had snapped, harshly, expecting Casey to rile to her challenge but met only with a sympathetic look in her delicate green eyes.

Casey had paused for a long moment, and then half-jumped and paced into the study- the exact study Casey had now locked herself in- and returned with a legal notepad and a pen.

"Then write," She had extended it in Alex's direction, "write it out. And give it to me when you're ready for me to read it."

So now, years later, she wrote. She had to keep it short, because she was writing on one of the sticky notes Casey kept on the fridge for when they needed to jot down reminders or short notes to each other, but even then she crammed the page with letters she hoped would convey her dedication.

Casey, my love, my dear,

I am willing to do whatever I can to make all the things that feel like they're piling up on you vanish, or whatever you want me to do in order to help you defeat those endeavors yourself. I love you so, so much.

Alex sighed, resigning herself to take a second sticky note because she couldn't fit everything she wanted to say to her darling wife on one- or a hundred, but she'd have to make it work.

I'm sorry I didn't realize how spent you were. I hope you can eat something and sleep well tonight. Again, I will do whatever I can to make the weight you carry lighter.

I love you more than words or actions could ever express.

Your Alex

The blonde swallowed, and then ripped off a third sticky, tugging her lipstick out of her pocket to reapply just so she could press her lips against the paper and leave an imprint of the shade she always wore- the one Casey had picked out for her on the day they got engaged. She laid the three pieces of paper out carefully on the cutting board, adjusting the edges so they were perfectly lined up. Casey appreciated attention to detail like that.

She decided it wasn't selfish to trespass the study because Casey had skipped both lunch and dinner, and despite the redhead's rigidity it was still her wife's duty to ensure Casey had at least something in her stomach before she went to bed.

But when she pushed the study door open, it appeared she was too late- Casey's head was in her arms on the desk, but her face was tilted to the side and Alex could note how her eyes were lidded shut. Not in the tensed, squeezed way Casey made when she was thinking hard or incredibly stressed, but simply closed. Casey had fallen asleep sitting at the mahogany desk Alex had inherited from her grandfather.

If this was Alex, Casey would have picked her up bridal-style and hoisted her into bed, but Alex wasn't as strong as the redhead and thus was stood still trying to figure out what to do.

With a sigh, she resigned to gently shake her awake, and apparently, Casey wasn't in that deep of slumber because a second after Alex's fingertips made contact with the fabric of her shirt the redhead was reeling up.

"Alex, hm-?" She questioned, rubbing sleep out of her eyes, clearly startled, and Alex decided to hush her instead, guiding her to her feet and helping her towards the bedroom.

"You're exhausted, Case, just lay down in bed, okay? You don't need to be sore on top of everything else."

Based on the way her wife dragged her feet when she walked and face-planted into the bed, it wouldn't take her long to fall back asleep- in a more comfortable position, at least, despite her still wearing her work clothes. Alex huffed, but she didn't feel like trying to keep Casey awake long enough to change her, and the second Casey was adjusted to laying down she was tugging the blanket over her body and curling up on her side regardless. Within seconds, her eyes had closed again, and the blonde was unsure her woman would even remember being woken up at all the next morning.

Alex dragged the bedside table to be around a foot away next to the bed, and then retrieved the platter, placing it gently on top. She kissed the top of Casey's forehead gently, and then stepped away- it felt wrong to crawl into bed next to her, not when the last conversation she had had with the redhead was her asking to be left alone.

She quickly changed, instead, and then moved a blanket to the couch in the living room, curling up quietly and letting the exhaustion way down her bones. Alex hadn't realized how tired she was herself until her face was buried in one of the throw-pillows and she was finally entirely still for a full minute.

It didn't take her long before she fell asleep.

In her hazy, exhaustion-ridden dreams, Casey was grinning, a big smile that showed her perfect teeth, leaning forward to land kisses along the entirety of the lower half of Alex's face, as if the blonde's lips weren't enough to satisfy her, she had to claim her cheeks and her nose and her chin too.

When she woke, she realized it wasn't only in her dream- Casey was kneeling beside the couch, feather-light kisses all over her face while she gently prompted her wife back into the realm of the awake.

"G'morning, you." Alex groaned softly, shifting up on her elbow to kiss Casey back properly, who hummed happily with the attention.

"I read your sticky notes." Casey breathed, kissing Alex's button nose again, "and I ate the cute snack plate you made me." The blonde flushed, toying with the ring on her finger idly as she grew momentarily flustered.

Casey wasted no time in swinging herself up to lay on Alex's body on the couch, nuzzling her head into the side of her throat, and Alex turned below her to make it more comfortable, her hands raising automatically to encompass the redhead's shoulders.

"I'm sorry about yesterday," Casey murmured, and Alex hunched her neck awkwardly to mock pout at her wife. No apologies, she meant, and Casey sighed into her skin in resignation.

"I love you," she offered then, instead, and Alex kissed the top of her head gently.

"I love you."

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Heart Stops - Bart Allen x Meta!Reader

Word Count: 1,731

Summary: The last anyone sees of you, it isn’t good. The fight goes south and any communication with you goes dark the moment the ceiling caves in on top of you. Bart is fast, faster than anyone on his team, but with a bum leg he feels like he won’t be fast enough as he searches for you among the aftermath.

Notes: The request from an anonymous user was for a Spiderwoman like character, but I do not do crossovers or gender specific (if I can help it). So, I gave the reader Spiderverse like powers and made them a meta. There was no prompt after that, so I used another “100 kisses” prompt: #86; “reunion kisses, “I thought you were dead.’”

…★…

It was supposed to be an easy mission. That was what had been murmured between the two of you as you had loaded up alongside your teammates and taken off for your mission. A soft squeeze of your hand in his was the last bit of physical contact that you had with him. 

It was supposed to be easy. 

It never was. 

Granted, you thought as you saw the ceiling give way and come rushing towards you, things never seemed this bad. You tried to move, weaving through jagged stone that cut at your suit and skin where it came in contact with you, but you just weren’t fast enough. The injury to your knee and upper leg significantly slowing you down. As if your entire body wasn’t screaming at you from how you had been tossed around like a rag doll by the enemy between leaping from one wall to another – using an excess of webs and movement. 

Everything was autopilot by this point. The aim of your arm and wrist, the twist of your hips. The world was hazy behind your mask, eyes bleary and unfocused. It was all you could do to just keep chanting to yourself, a repeat reminder that you just had to make it to the entrance of the collapsing building where you could already see the rest of your team. You focused on Bart the best you could, your heart twisting at the state he was in. One of his arms was slung over Wondergirl’s shoulders, supporting his entire weight as his head hung and he limped beside her, glancing around. You weren’t sure what he was searching for until a moment later when he looked in your direction and stopped, leaning forward like he was going to take off running and come get you. 

There was a voice, rasped and worn, yelling out for him to stay put. A moment later you realized it was your own. A desperate plea to try and keep your partner safe. He was in no shape to run, and if you were going to get caught under the rubble, you were going to make sure that he was a safe distance away. He wouldn’t be fast enough like this, you knew it, especially not if he was dragging you out with him. 

All you could think of was the one last swing you needed to throw yourself out. Just before your wrist was yanked back violently and your whole body lurched backwards, right towards the center of the chaos. One of the men you had been fighting earlier hadn’t escaped, too focused on taking one of you down with him – and since you were the only one left, his sights were set on making sure you would never walk back out alive. 

It was terrifying, you thought, mind spinning too fast to really comprehend that you needed to move from the building raining down upon you as your body hit the stone floor and metal scraps. 

It was terrifying to watch, and Bart had ripped himself away from Wondergirl before the stone had even encased you. But with his leg busted all the way up to his hip he collapsed almost immediately, grabbed by Beast Boy just in time. He wanted to scream your name, but his voice was caught in his throat, and nothing more than a garbled cry came out. 

Everyone stood still for a moment, but that was all the time to pass before everyone who could move was lunging forward and heading for the rubble. Nobody said a word. Nobody needed to. They had all seen roughly the last spot you had landed, and really it was all the information that they needed. 

Someone, Terra, Bart realized absently, was putting in a call for backup. “One down” was all he heard before he limped forward, determined to find you, even if it meant he would have to dig all night. 

He would. Without a second thought, Bart would. Just like he knew that you would do the same. 

It quickly became frustrating, however. His arms and hands could move just as fast as before, but he couldn’t get his feet to work alongside him. Barry was off world, so that wasn’t an option at the moment, and Jay likely wouldn’t be told. But this was time sensitive. You could take a beating, Bart knew that, but you were already so tired. 

He had kept an eye on you through the fight, moving you himself when he could. But it was clear just how quickly you had been injured and worn down. 

And Bart feared that if they couldn’t move the stone fast enough, that super strength wouldn’t matter. If it even mattered now. 

It was a thought he wanted to tear apart immediately. It sat like bile in his throat. That devastating little whisper of “it’s too late.” 

But he wasn’t going to accept that. You had a family to go home to. The two of you had a date that weekend – watching bad retro movies and eating junk food until the morning light streamed in. You had things that you wanted to do. And Bart wanted to see them happen. So that voice in his head was just going to need to be wrong. He was going to be fast enough. And you were going to be okay. 

You had to be. 

Bart didn’t even register the arrival of Superman. Not until the first boulder went crashing down behind them; it startled him as he looked up, bewildered just like the rest of his team. It seemed to be the call just before the rest of the League arrived. But as much of a blessing as it seems to be, Bart finds himself being pulled away by Black Canary a short few moments later to tend to his leg before it has time to heal back fully, before they can set it right. 

So, Bart can’t see you, can’t see anything outside, when he hears over the commlink that they found you. That you’re unresponsive. And after that everything seems to go by in a blur as they rush you back to the medical wing through boom tube, because your chances are slim without immediate intervention. 

That is how the next three days go. Bart barred from the room while you recover, still in critical condition. It doesn’t stop him from camping out in front of the door, however, his own leg long since healed and nothing to keep him on bed rest. 

Unable to convince him otherwise, and your status slowly ticking upwards, the Leaguers charged with your recovery finally relent, allowing Bart at your bedside where he promptly refuses to move, keeping a hawk's eye on your vitals. This at least placates the speedster, for the time being, but everyone knows it won't be better until you finally wake up. 

You’re still a long way off from being better, so when Bart feels you squeeze his hand, waking him from his half-asleep state, he thinks little of it. Until you do so again, this time refusing to let go as you let out a pitiful groan. 

He’s sat up straight in an instant. “Take it easy, hot shot.” 

His voice is enough to stir you, but you still look comical squinting at him in the dim lights. In your defense, you felt like you had just been hit by a truck. Or had a ceiling collapse on top of you. “I feel terrible,” you groan, your one free hand barely working enough for you to cover your eyes. 

“You’ve had better days.” 

You can hear the way Bart’s voice cracks, that little sniffle – and light be damned – you pull your arm away to take a good long look at him. He has dark bags under his eyes, and you can see old tear tracks on his cheek. More importantly, you can see the fresh ones threatening to fall. It has you breathless for a moment, your heart tight as you take in the way your partner looks so small in front of you. A rarity. One you’re happy to not subject him to on a regular basis. “That bad?” 

Bart sniffles once more, looking down at where your hand lays in his before he covers your own completely with his other. “You gave us plenty of scares these last few days. I couldn’t even come in here.” 

It breaks your heart to see him like this, and you do your best to add a bit more pressure where your hands are linked. “I’m awake now though. I’m gonna be okay.” Your words don’t seem to get through to him for the moment, so you tug at his hand, trying to get him to look you in the eye. “Bart, baby, what’s wrong?” 

The breath he lets out is choked, and it takes another minute before he can get his words out, practically spilling onto the bed next to you as the relief finally takes hold. “I thought you were dead.” 

It catches you off guard, but despite the pain you never even consider shoving him away when he drapes himself on top of you. It feels right. Feels safe. Even if you can feel the way he tenses, trying not to shake. “Bart?” 

“I really thought you were dead. When nobody could get to you.” His voice raises for a millisecond, but when you flinch from the way it makes your head throb, he manages to get it back under control. “When I couldn’t get to you.” 

All you can do is hold him for a moment and let him get himself under control – he hates crying in front of others and you know it, so you pretend that you don’t see it. But when the shaking has subsided, at least for that second, you manage to catch his eye. “I’m not going anywhere now.” 

Bart stalls for a moment before flashing that loving little grin that he gives you when he’s trying to make you both feel better, before nodding his head in agreement and leaning forward. 

You might be sore, but you waste no time in closing the distance to kiss your speedster. After all, you have a few days' worth of kisses to plant on him, until you really see that sunshine smile you love so much.

[nitewrighter]

It’s amazing how adaptations can have so much effect on characters in the greater zeitgeist. Take for example, Superman could originally only jump high, it was the fleischer cartoons that gave him the power to fly.

So many fans thinking of raven and beast boy as a romantic pairing, to the point of becoming a couple in several comic continuities, was solely because of the 2003 cartoon (funny enough they didn’t even get together in that series, fans just liked the chemistry)

If you look back at the 80s new teen titans comics, there’s not even a hint of any of that. raven and gar were essentially different characters- at least raven was, more quiet and stoic than dry sarcasm. Gar seems largely the same, but from what i can gather many fans found him way more obnoxious.

I think they were even in different age groups, though if I’m wrong and they were closer in age, maybe the art style made gar look more boyish.

The only times classic Raven approached romance was a crush on dick, and one time she used her powers to make wally fall in love with her. If you told 80s comic fans you liked pairing her with gar, they’d look at you like you had a ton of that 80s coke.

It’s just fascinating from a fandom historian point of view

I mean, I think the major thing to keep in mind with the Wolfman/Perez New Teen Titans and the 03 Show Teen Titans is that while it's the same characters, they were both being written for very different audiences. Like, you had the OG-OG Teen Titans where they were more or less being written for the younger DC audience and kind of giving them a standalone adventure with all of these Teen characters who had all been previously established as sidekicks. I feel that Wolfman/Perez's New Teen Titans was written for an older audience--but they were also written at a different time. The 80's were continuing to see fallout from the disappointments of cultural revolution in the 60's that colored much of the experiences of the 70's--these Teen Titans were creatively gestated in the face of the Satanic Panic, the Missing Children panic of 1979 to the mid-80's, and an upsurge of cult activities in the 70's. There's a reason one of their major recurring villains that was written specifically for them was Brother Blood. Like, these are all some pretty crazy things to throw at a young audience, but I do feel like the Wolfman/Perez Titans were meant to be kind of like a graduation from Middle Grade (OG lineup with Speedy, Aqualad, Wondergirl, etc) to Young Adult (Wolfman/Perez NTT). You go with darker themes, more variety in the team's levels of maturity, and honestly transitional levels of literature and themes between various ages and literacy levels weren't super developed at this point, so there are a lot of noticeably adult elements slapped into a story titled "Teen Titans."

Fast forward to 2003 and you're taking the Wolfman/Perez Teen Titans, and you're bringing them back to a sort of "late middle grade" level in terms of audience. I'll admit that the show buffed down a lot of the team's edges. I'm not crazy about what they did to Starfire, but honestly I think the changes they made with Raven's character significantly broadened her appeal for a reason. I didn't really get the vibe that the original Wolfman/Perez Raven was meant to be someone that readers really put themselves in the shoes of. Like, yeah she's an empath, but she was frequently put in these positions of spookiness and distance and untrustworthiness. The 03 show flipped that on its head by making Raven this very compassionate but deeply lonely character and kind of emphasizing that "Self-isolation because you don't want to cause harm to yourself or others" as a natural aspect of adolescent development. They made Raven younger because they were aiming for a younger audience, but they were still able to take aspects of Raven's character and plug them into that youth. I think the natural limits of show production also lent it to much fewer Soap Opera-y elements that could honestly be a headache in the comics and is proving to be a headache in longer-running shows (Young Justice...). This was a show that couldn't afford to collapse under its own weight, and it was already pushing the envelope by incorporating more anime-inspired elements.

[shortnsweetsposts]

Jon: You two better not try to kill each other when I am gone.

Damian: Oh, please. We're not children.

Jon, unamused: *Leaves*

Wonder!reader: Eat shit and die.

Damian: Fuck you too.

[invincibledc]

Wonder!reader & Jon playing Minecraft when a horse keeps staying at their base:

Wonder!reader: dude.. let’s kill the horse..

Jon: WHAT??

Wonder!reader: I’m tired Jon…

Jon: can’t you see what this horse is doing? It’s tearing us apart!

[msfantasy-comics]

The Teen Three - Social Rescue

Platonic!Jon Kent x WonderGirl!Reader x Platonic!Damian Wagne

Summary: Jon’s high school years were rough. Subject to nasty teasing, Damian and Y/n have devised plans to make Jon a little more popular.

A/n: this story is lame! Sorry! Maybe I should focus on some other bat boys for a while.

Part IV

It only took a ‘promposal’ gone wrong to plummet Jon’s social credit.

At one point of time, Jon was the quite kid no one paid attention to. His presence masked by his rambunctious cohort. Now Jon is front and centre of his High Schools attention.

Jon is now known as the kid who was humiliatingly rejected by the prettiest and most popular girl in school.

“Pfft, you’ve got to be kidding… is this a joke?” Beverly’s cruel tone filling the air with heavy dread, her humourless laugh as she side eyes her friends who seem to also be snickering at Jon’s expense. The bouquet of flowers now limp in Jon’s outstretched hands. He wants to sprint away and hide under a rock, but he’s too humiliated to move a muscle. His cheeks burning red in embarrassment. God why did he ask out Beverly, so publicly? Everyone walking into the main entrance is now witnessing his promposal rejection. Beverly lips curl into a thin line, she sees his eyes becoming quickly glossy as he stares at the floor. “Um… so like… I’m not going to prom with you… honestly I don’t even know why you’d even ask. Like… we barely know each-other.” She looks towards her friends awkwardly, as if silently discussing how weird it is that Jon asked her to prom. Not knowing what else to say, Beverly just shuffles off with her group.

The circle of students that had slowly formed around, began to disperse at Beverlys departure, some feeling sorry, and some being amused at his expense.

————

Its prom night and it’s been long since Jon flopped onto his bed where he continued to limply exist.

His mind continues reeling at the humiliating rejection. His heart clenched painfully seeing his ‘promposal fail’ posted online. Many comments left under the video talking about what a looser he is for even asking the hottest girl in school out.

It’s been days since the incident and the teasing and passive remarks are not letting up.

Jon was feeling pathetic and embarrassed, there was no way on earth he would dare step foot into his high school gym.

But just like always, the door to Jon’s bedroom slams open.

“Get up looser, we’re going to prom.” Y/n’s voice rings out. Jon rolls away from the wall only to see his best friends Y/n and Damian standing in the doorway. Y/n stands statuesque in her WonderGirl uniform, whilst Damian leans against the frame with a laundered Armani suit slung over his shoulders.

“Are you mentally challenged? We are here to make him feel better, not to insult him. He already feels bad enough.” Damian reprimands Y/n, which she only shrugs off, snatching the suit from Damian’s hands and throws it on top of Jon.

“Either you can get yourself dress and get into Damian’s car or… Damian and I will dress you.” Jon only grunts rolling onto his back.

“Why? I don’t have a date. Everyone will just stare and gossip. I’m already embarrassed enough.” Y/n slowly sinks onto Jon’s bed and pokes him in the ribs.

“I will go to prom with you as WonderGirl. When everyone sees that your brought a super hero as your date, no one will even remember about your promposal fail!” She announces, buzzing in excitement which only makes Jon stare at her blankly.

“We are not meant to abuse our alter egos like this.” Jon drawls with only makes Damian roll his eyes. “I’m not going and that’s final. I’d rather just hang with you two.”

“Aw Jonny, love you too!” Y/n says, pulling Jon into a bone crushing hug that only a kryptonian could survive. “Okay so since you refuse, Damian and I will take matters into our own hands.”

Damian and Y/n share a look before nodding. “Wait - wait- not again! I’ll dress myself! I’ll dress myself!” Jon pleads, rearing from his bed and ripping open the suit protector.

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Jon’s prom entrance was just filled with oh’s and ah’s.

Not only did Jon walk the carpet with a fresh Armani suit, he had the illustrious WonderGirl hanging off his arm. The teen beauty that was on every teens wall. She was every boys dream girl, and every girl wanted to be her. In the public’s eye, she was Americas sweetheart. The girl next door that had a dazzling smile and eyes that were enchanting.

WonderGirl behaved like the perfect date. Always smiling and giggling with Jon. But the hoard of students and teachers were all too keen for photos and autographs. Jon had to break away from the crowd to catch a breath.

“Hey Kent! How’d you score WonderGirl?! You have to tell me your secret man!” A boy that Jon had never spoken to before, claps Jon’s back as if they were familiar pals. Jon locks eyes onto Beverly, whom angrily has her arms crossed over her chest, she decidedly took strides forward

“Jon, can I speak to you for a moment?” Beverly asks pointedly. Beverly begins to stare down the random boy standing next to Jon, silently demanding he leaves the two alone. The boy only awkwardly steps back, leaving the two.

“I didn’t mean for my rejection to come across so cold. I saw the video online and I felt so bad about what others were saying. Just so you know, I’m not sorry I rejected you, because every woman has the right to say no without feeling bad, I’m just sorry you were publicly embarrassed and that people were mean about it.” Jon’s face scrutinised at Beverly’s apology. She’s sorry, but not really? “I didn’t want to go to prom with you because I don’t even know anything about you. I thought you were just asking me out for clout and it just made me angry to be used like that.”

“Okay… I wasn’t asking you out for ‘clout’, I had the biggest crush on you, so I decided to ask you out.” Jon vents, to which Beverly only continues to stare down at him.

“Yeah well…. Why do you like me?”

“What?” Jon sputters.

“What is it about me that you like?”

“Um, well you’re nice…”

“No I’m not, I’m blunt, there’s nothing nice about it. What else do you like about me that isn’t surface level?” He really couldn’t think of a single thing. He liked Beverly because she had a sweet smile, was always laughing, and just having a good time, never being concerned with how others felt.

“Um…” It was in this moment, Jon understood. Beverly wasn’t a cruel girl by any means, she was angry that someone was admitting their feelings, which Beverly believe was disingenuous. She’s right, Jon didn’t know her at all, he just liked the idea of her.

“You can’t think of a single thing can you? It’s because you don’t even know me. So why would I go to prom with you? You see what I’m saying?” Jon only nods solemnly, he was too caught up in his own devastation, he had already decided Beverly was a cruel and mean girl, but the reality was that Beverly was just getting asked on a date by a stranger. “Good I’m glad we got that clear…. So can you introduce me to WonderGirl? I’m literally obsessed with her- please?”

Jon only sighs and nods in agreement which causes Beverly to excitedly clap and jump on the spot.

It’s so unfair.

How does Y/n always win? She wasn’t even part of the drama to begin with.

————

[kitkatscabinet]

Can you please write a Jason Todd X Wondergirl!Amazonian!Reader? They've been super close since his Robin days, and is just a smaller Wonder Woman!

Dick had Donna, Tim had Cassie, Jason has reader 🥰

She's such a diva,super pretty, great in combat, and everyone (JL, teen titans, Young Justice) ships the HELLLL out of them, everyone has been wanting them to get together since the dawn of time, Roy, wally and dick are always wingmanning Jason to man up and ask reader out and simultaneously making fun of him.

As per your rules, there not rlly anything about certain physical traits of characters, but I'm sure reader is kinda tall cuz of them Amazon genes from her mum, but could she pretty please have long voluminous, ginger curly hair? Like Greek girls in renaissance paintings 💓

Anyways, you can choose to ignore this request, I hope you like this idea!

Love your work and everything you do 🫶🫶🫶

The attempt has been made I did leave most of the physical traits ambiguous, but reader is taller than Jason 😏

Hope you still enjoy

[hijinxinprogress]

Cassie, Bart, Tim, & Cissie are writers but Anita, Greta, & Kon are theater kids

Anita, Greta, and Kon being sad theater kids then you have Cassie, Cissie, and Bart being sad writers and then there’s Tim who’s just like that for some reason 

If Tim’s not available, Anita’s the best at espionage and subterfuge. Anita just refuses to do deep covers which is why technically Tim’s the go to for espionage like these maniacs could convince a complete stranger that they were twins and raised together

Tim can write a 57 paged research paper in an hour, he can outwit almost anyone, he can make up an identity on the spot, he can even lie to Batman but creative writing is the bane of his existence which makes no sense to Cassie or Anita and they’re so fucking offended 

“But you’re the most dramatic person we know?” “And you’re telling me you can’t write??” “Writing is hard!” “mf acting is hard???” “Physics is hard wtf…you can’t write???” “Leave me alone” (They’re mostly upset bc he’s a fucking nerd so any fic he writes would be long as hell and what is the team supposed to do during mission briefings?? Listen to the jl?? Not on your fucking life)

They think this means they’re safe bc Tim doesn’t know about fanfic but Cissie knows for a fact that he does (Tim’s a very popular beta writer for hero fics bc he’s so detailed about costumes, powers, allies/dynamics, vehicles & etc of literally every hero, anithero, and villain) but she can’t say shit bc Tim beta’d 23 of her 47 wondergirl x reader fics (they’re all 60k+ fics) 

Bart’s a jack of all trades but he prefers to write like angst and shit so he writes like angst no comfort mind fuckery with characters doing stupid stuff while in danger (the rest of yj is so offended when they find out it’s about all the shit he does alone when they’re too busy)

Kon’s an extreme hater so he just reads Cassie, Anita, & Barts fics and fucking acts them out in the most dramatic way possible like they’re fucking up diplomatic shit in space while a green lantern tries to rephrase everything they say so this planet won’t decide to go to war with earth but Kon secretly taught himself this alien language specifically to recite dialogue from Anita’s third account that she thinks no one knows about and it does not end well (for Kon or intergalactic diplomatic relations)

[xoxorory]

☆°｡ | Masterlist—DC !

(please,check the rules before requesting. Thank you!!)

BRUCE WAYNE—BATMAN

RICHARD JOHN GRAYSON—NIGHTWING

Head Over Heels ! (literally) (Dick Grayson x Fem!Hero!Reader)

JASON PETER TODD—RED HOOD

TIMOTHY JACKSON DRAKE WAYNE—RED ROBIN

STEPHANIE BROWN—SPOILER

CASSANDRA CAIN—ORPHAN

BARBARA GORDON—BATGIRL

DUKE THOMAS—SIGNAL

DAMIAN AL-GHUL WAYNE—ROBIN

The Glitter Incident (Also Known as That One Date That Never Happened) ! (Damian Wayne x Fem!Reader)

I’m not scared ! (Damian Wayne x Fem!Reader)

CLARK KENT—SUPERMAN

CONNER KENT—SUPERBOY

DIANA PRINCE—WONDER WOMAN

DONNA TROY—WONDERGIRL

ROY HARPER—RED ARROW

HAL JORDAN—GREEN LANTERN

DINAH LANCE—BLACK CANARY

OLIVER QUEEN—GREEN ARROW

more upcoming. . .

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