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For the past couple of months, I've read so many Peter Parker in Gotham fics that I can't tell them apart anymore. Whenever I get an update notification, I sit there trying to figure out which one this was. Doesn't help that the subgenre has so many established common beats.

For my own sake and sanity, this is a list of some that do stand out, that either break the mould or use it well enough to be memorable anyway. These are the updates I crave.

And When You Fall by @blackbellabu Peter in Gotham, but arrives together with a strange little girl he's never seen before.

Existential Crisis Mode by @luciaintheskyainthi Everyone knows this one, right? No transition via snap, or pit, or universal erasure spell, which stands out right from the start.

The Mime of Gotham City by @lemongrovesandcloves Peter lands in the hands of the Joker instead of the bats. Longing for the next chapter to this one!

Missing by @zoiaeras Skips the orientation, jumps right into Peter already having been in Gotham in secret for years.

Phantom Liberty by @kpeccati Also skips the orientation, and is set when Batman is just starting his career.

Stuck in a Web by AislinnHeart The bats are hilariously incompetent when it comes to being reassuring and trustworthy.

The Unsteady Retirement of One Mr Peter Benjamin Parker by aestorian Peter has had it with hero work and just wants to be Peter Parker, but keeps being bugged by bats.

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; Coming Full Circle

Part 1: here , Part 2: here , Part 3: here , Part 4: You’re here!

CW: Reader is pregnant BUT is gender neutral only being referred to as you, if you don't have the ability to get pregnant you do now (in this series). Neglected reader x (platonic.) bat family, Reader x Conner “Kon-El” Kent (romantic.). Reader is probably around in your 20s (21 - 25) and is the 5th(??) oldest

TW: Heavy Angst, a lot of crying, abuse in the form of neglect, pregnancy, Reader briefly expresses regret for existing

Theres a beat of silence after your husband came crashing through the window, minus the sound of your own sobs, you’re too overwhelmed to focus on the crash after all you just found out the people who neglected you, apparently they had done it all to protect you. Even when it wasn’t something you asked to be protected from. You missed out on so many things normal families did and now all it did was leave you scarred, untrusting with deep attachment issues and currently sobbing on the floor surrounded by glass that your husband shattered to get to you.

“CONNER?” Yells Tim in pure shock, which finally makes you finally look up and towards the crash. There, Conner Kent, your husband stood. He was clearly in shock, his soulmate who was pregnant with his child is kneeling on the floor, eyes a soft red and face all puffy as tears slip down. Meanwhile his best friend’s family is staring at said soulmate on the floor awkwardly.

When you see him you honestly cry harder, finally you’re not alone surrounded by people who supposedly loved you but someone who did truly care, and wouldn’t go fucking up your life, at least not without asking first.

“Please take me home Conner…” you sob choking on your own words as you stare at him desperately. Hearing you speak snaps him out of his shock, perhaps on autopilot he picks you up, making sure you are shielded away from your family. “Sorry dude, I’ll… text later. Maybe.” He says solemnly speaking to Tim but he still only looks at you. Tim goes to say something but before he can Conner is gone instantly, leaving behind one stunned bat family.

Conner flies through the sky still holding a sobbing you as he gently whispers “hey.. hey, it’s okay I’ve got you now. You’re safe.” in an attempt to soothe you and himself as well.

He knew you were like him, had family issues and weren’t loved quite right. Perhaps that’s how you guys bonded so fast, shared trauma is a powerful bonding agent. But he never knew who exactly they were, he knew you didn’t want to talk about it and he respected that. When he met you, you had your mother’s last name before taking his, so he never even had the slightest idea Bruce Wayne was your father. Also didn’t help Tim never once mentioned your name, unlike the other siblings he’d call by name, Tim referred to you only as “My other sibling.” on the rare occasions he did allude to you existing.

If he could get a headache right now he would, unfortunately(?) due to Kryptonian things he can’t. As he’s flying he thinks briefly before landing at your shared home ‘Damn what the hell is going on.’

You don’t remember what happened the rest of the night when you got home, you only remember continuously sobbing and a worried Conner trying his best to soothe you all for it to fail. It was so bad when Conner put you down on the couch to get you some water, when you tried to stand you just fell to your knees only able to lean on the couch as support, holding onto it like it’ll somehow save you. Perhaps all the suppressed emotions came flooding, a life time of being strong to have it crumble.

the years of watching your supposed siblings hanging out but it almost disbanding when you tried to join,

the months of drawings about your supposed father holding your small hand left unlooked,

the weeks of wondering if maybe you prayed hard enough someone would hug you

and the days of wondering if you would’ve been better off at the orphanage, or better yet never been born at all.

Now suddenly they did it for your sake? All the missed moments? You want to laugh and scream. The irony of thinking it’s better to neglected a child than to tell said child the truth. You feel Conner put a reassuring hand on your back gently rubbing when he hands you the glass of water, you push it away. You just need to cry, not water. He seems to understand putting it to the side on the hard wood floor and instead choosing to be a comforting presence while you cry.

You cry and sob for hours, unable to stop. Even when it slows down enough for Conner to finally get you to drink some water, urge you to change into your pjs because it was close to dawn now and you hadn’t slept a bit, you can still feel the tears rolling down. You think you must’ve passed out from crying because the last thing you remember seeing was Conner’s worried face like he would’ve cried too and now you’re looking at the sunrise peak through the blinds.

You sit up and sit on the edge of the bed looking down you feel dull and empty, like the entire world suddenly decided to drain itself of all joy and leave you with nothing. As you get up you pass the shared floor length mirror, when you look at yourself, all you can think of is how you look like a husk of a person. To be expected, you did go through something emotionally taxing and you did cry a lot so it makes sense your eyes look empty.

You can smell burnt pancakes. It seems Conner is trying to bake again…

As you enter the kitchen you can see the pile of burnt pancakes on a plate he prepared. Conner gives you an awkward smile as he looks at you and the pancakes, “In hindsight it’s a lot different to use heat vision than the stove.” You pause staring at him and then at the pancakes again, he looks nervous before he clarifies “they’re still edible I promise…”

A smile spreads across your face before you begin to laugh. And laugh. And laugh. Somehow you laugh so hard it morphs into crying again when you threw your head back in a fit of laughter. Conner’s relieved face at you laughing turns to worry again as he floats over quickly to have you in his arms.

You cry your eyes out into Conner’s shirt as he holds you tight against him. “Hey, it’s okay, we are going to be okay.” Conner says gently rubbing your back supportively.

“I just can’t believe for such a stupid reason they shut me out!” You weep into your hands, the tears almost collecting in your palms as you finally start speaking. ��But at the same time I.. I sort of get it? and it’s frustrating because… I don’t know! Cause it feels like now I don’t have the right to complain or just be upset anymore!” You shout frustrated by everything and all the emotions you’re feeling merging together to create one big storm. “Perhaps it’s somehow my fault—“ you mumble softly before you’re cut off by Conner.

Conner grabs you face and makes you look at him before you can finish, his face solemn as he speaks “You have every right to complain, even if they had good fucking intentions it still hurt. And that sucks.” His face scrunches a bit from sadness at frustration. “Don’t say stuff like it’s your fault. It’s not and I won’t let them demean the one good thing I have in my life.” He gently taps the side of your face before sadly smiling at you and your teary eyed face.

You chuckle softly. You want to cry more but you don’t feel like crying when you remember that Conner loves you and even if you don’t have a father or siblings like you wanted, you still have your adoring, handsome, funny, charismatic husband and an adorable child-to-be-born that’ll have your amazing looks and his personality. It may not have been the family you always wanted as a kid but it’s what you want and need now, and that’s all that matters.

“Hey, Let’s spend today in bed and order food the entire day.” You say smiling at him your face still feels a bit weird after all that crying.

“Sounds good… but are we not going to eat my pancakes?” He teases

“I love you, but not enough that I’d eat actual ash for you.”

“Oh wow so you don’t love me anymore?” Conner replies clutching his chest dramatically before taking a step back to lean himself the table like he’s dying. To which you roll your eyes.

“Okay that’s NOT what I said. Anyways I’m going to rest in bed, come join after you finished ordering breakfast and being dramatic.” You remarked before you walk away and into the bedroom to wait for him, you knew he wouldn’t be long.

Meanwhile the entire bat fam is FREAKING. Damian is arguing with both Tim and Grayson to which Barbara has to try and break it up, Bruce is sat on the couch (not having moved since last night) covering his face as he tries to ponder where it all went wrong, Stephanie is pacing around anxiously, Alfred is trying to repair the window which was supposedly shatterproof but unfortunately ‘shatterproof’ isn’t a concept that exists for the supers, Jason is shrugging and saying “I told you this would happen.” (He didn’t.) and everyone else is scattered about some watching the argument, trying to brainstorm to a silent brooding Bruce or trying to help fix the window.

Eventually they would all have to begin brainstorming on what to do next, how to repair it all and get you to forgive them. Right now is time for panic.

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They’re fighting over custody 😔

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Chapter list ^^

original post: here

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Donna and Dick meet!

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Dick had mostly let the currents guide him, drifting wherever they took him. He slept more than he swam, floating aimlessly through strange reefs and open seas.

Donna had been raised by a tribe of human warriors on an island. Grateful for their care, she still never truly felt at home. She was caught between two worlds, belonging to neither. One day, she thanked her sisters for their love and care. They understood. They had always known she was meant for something different. So Donna set off alone, traveling and helping wherever she could.

That’s when she found him. A mermaid, half-buried in sand, barely moving. He blended so well with the water and sea floor she almost missed him. But lying exposed like that in the shallows was dangerous. So she went to help.

Maybe, just maybe, she had finally found what she had been looking for.

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how did Bruce meet his kiddos?

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okay sooo story time...

I'm not sure if I should add trigger warnings to this, but it does include mentions of child captivity/neglect and violence.

Dick and his family were hunted by Mer-hunters: humans who target Merfolk. These hunters often slaughter the adults and use their scales, fins, and other parts for various purposes. They capture the young children, raise them in captivity, and train them into obedience before selling them off for performances and entertainment.

After killing Dick’s parents, they kept him bound aboard their ship until they could dock at the next island, where he would be sold. But before they reached land, a massive storm struck. The ship sank in the chaos, leaving Dick trapped in the wreckage.

Bruce, always vigilant for signs of human interference near his territory, especially after storms, was scouting the area when he came across the wreck. Among the shattered wood and debris, he found Dick.

Jason was an outcast, alone and barely surviving. With no pod or family, he scavenged near human settlements, stealing out of desperation in a sea that offered nothing to those without a home.

Bruce first met Jason when he tried to steal his fin bracelet. It was gold, and Jason thought he could sell it. But before Bruce could confront him, the boy vanished into the open sea.

Bruce spotted him again while scouting near a human island. He often patrolled the borders of their territory making sure humans didn’t come too close. That’s when he saw Jason again, hidden beneath a boat dock, eating scraps and leftovers thrown out by humans. Bruce tried to approach, but Jason thought he was there to steal his food and hid again.

So, Bruce started hunting more food. Alfred prepared it, and Dick was the one to leave it near Jason, figuring a kid might scare him less than an adult would. Eventually, Jason stopped hiding from them.

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sooo what happend to Jason? (and some design ideas how older Jason would look)

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Jason had vanished after the run-in with the Joker, cursed and sealed in a glowing green orb, drifting in the deep. No one knew what had become of him…

Until Talia, a powerful sea witch, found him deep in the water-filled caves where she lives. She broke the curse, restoring his mermaid form and healing him as much as she could, but Joker’s magic had left its mark.

The venom, some kind of corrosive, toxic sludge that's always left behind when Joker uses his magic, had eaten into his scales, bleaching them pale and scarring some of them white. Even after healing, a faint, sickly green shimmer still clings to them, no matter how much time passes.

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I really wasn’t planning on posting this but I legitimately feel bad that the update is taking so long so what I have finished is going up. I’m also slowly easing out of my little oopsie from last update and I made this page the sketch layer but at least in the correct color lol.

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@bigidiotenergytm's commission with Seid and Ody <3 (10.03.25)

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your posey is nice,,,, save him from the chaos? 🥺

— 𝙾𝚍𝚢𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚞𝚜, 𝙺𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚏 𝙸𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚌𝚊, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝙼𝚎. 𝙸'𝚖 𝚐𝚕𝚊𝚍. 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝙸 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚍𝚘 𝚖𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝, 𝚖𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚐𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝, 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎.

— 𝙱𝚞𝚝... 𝚆𝚊𝚒𝚝, 𝚕𝚎𝚝'𝚜 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚛𝚒𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚙𝚒𝚍 𝚓𝚘𝚔𝚎.

*𝚙𝚞𝚏𝚏 𝚙𝚞𝚏𝚏*

— 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔... 𝚃𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝙾𝚍𝚢. 𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎.

( THANKS, I LOVE YOU @bigidiotenergytm AND YOUR ODY SOMUCH

Odysseus with ears in connection with recent events )

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no Ody, he wants more

I’m blaming @princelybunny for cursing and blessing my mind with horseidon

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I want a season 1 yj fic where no one on the team knows who Batman and Robin are behind the masks. Wally is friends with Robin, but he only knows him as Robin, and he’s never seen him without the mask or without his sunglasses.

And Dick thinks they’re all friends. Sure, they don’t know his name or half of his life, but they know him. He thinks of them as some of his best friends. He doesn’t actually have a whole lot of friends. He has Barbara, but she doesn’t know about Robin. And he has Bette, but she’s his cousin, so she doesn’t really count.

So when he walks into the lounge area in Mount Justice one day and hears most of the team talking shit about Dick Grayson, who was just shown on TV with Bruce Wayne because there was a big charity gala last night, he’s trying so hard not to get upset. Because they’re making fun of him. They’re talking shit about him. They don’t even know Dick Grayson, but they’re saying such mean things about him.

“I’ve seen him around school, he’s such a snob,” Artemis complains. “His hair is always gelled so obnoxiously and his uniform is always perfect, and,” she snorts, “he’s captain of the mathletes. What a dork.”

Alfred insists on his uniform always being perfectly ironed and his shirt being tucked in. He gets the longest lectures whenever he gets a detention or a pink slip for his uniform being out of line.

And Bruce has been doing Dick’s hair before school since Dick started going to school. He’d been so nervous the first time, because he was eight and he’d been homeschooled in the circus and he’d never been to a real school before, so Bruce did Dick’s hair just like his, and it made him feel so much better. Dick does his own hair mostly now that he’s older, but he mostly sticks with how Bruce first showed him. It’s easy. It’s a classic style. It makes him feel a little less nervous.

And who cares if he’s captain of the mathletes? Bruce insists it will look good on college applications. You can never start preparing too early. Plus, Gotham Academy is full of nerds, it’s far from the dorkiest club on campus. He’s mostly only on the team because his math teacher insisted.

He’s lingering in the hallway, just before the doorway to the lounge, leaning against the wall as he listens in on their conversation.

“He’s obviously a publicity stunt,” Wally snorts, and Dick can hear him stuffing chips in his mouth. “Was Bruce Wayne getting bad press when he first adopted him or something? I always thought it was weird he just plucked a kid from out of nowhere.”

“I thought he was from the circus?” Conner asks, but he actually sounds confused, curious.

The question only makes Wally and Artemis laugh louder, and even M’gann is giggling now. Dick feels like his heart just dropped into his stomach.

“The whole thing is so weird,” Artemis laughs. “Bruce Wayne takes him out like he’s some sort of little accessory, it’s so weird.”

“They are a pretty weird pair, aren’t they?” Wally laughs.

“I mean, the kid seems like a pain in the ass,” Artemis says, and Dick can just tell from the way she says it that she’s smirking. “I don’t know if I’d feel that bad if their whole father-son schtick was all for the camera. Brucie probably treats him like a toy he can just put back on the shelf when he’s done playing with him. He’s probably nothing but a charity case.”

Dick can hear someone pushing Artemis into the side of the couch, but he can tell they’re still all laughing and joking around. Dick feels like his breath is caught in his throat.

“That’s a horrible thing to say,” Conner says.

“Oh, come on, Conner,” Artemis huffs. “I’m only kidding.”

“It’s not something to kid about,” Conner says. “He’s a real person. They’re both real people. You know nothing about them.”

“I know that he struts around school like he owns the place!”

“Does he really?” M’gann gasps.

He can hear Artemis, Wally, and M’gann all continuing to gossip together, to laugh about his photos that Artemis is pulling up on her phone. He can hear Conner mutter something about them being childish, and then get up towards the kitchen area.

The hand on his shoulder startles him, and he’s so mad at himself for not hearing Kaldur walking up behind him.

“Robin, is everything alright?” Kaldur asks, and his voice is so gentle, so concerned.

“M’fine,” Dick chokes out. “M’just, I - I’m gonna go, actually. Can’t stay for training today.”

“Are you not feeling well?”

“Just…feeling a little sick. I’ll be fine.”

Conner has since walked into the hallway too, and he’s looking at Dick all concerned now too. But Dick feels like everything is too hot and he can’t breathe right and he’s suddenly so upset, and he can’t stay here anymore knowing that half of his friends are sitting just a few feet away, making fun of him.

Dick rushes back home, and he finds Bruce sitting in his office going over some WE paperwork. Bruce is surprised he’s home so soon, but holds onto Dick tightly when he falls into his lap.

“What’s wrong?” Bruce asks, squeezing Dick tight. “Did something happen at training? Are you hurt?”

“People are mean,” Dick mumbles into Bruce’s shoulder. “They were watching something about the gala from last night. Didn’t wanna stick around.”

“Oh, Dickie,” Bruce sighs, because this isn’t exactly the first time Dick has heard people he thinks are his friends talking about him behind his back, even if this is the first time it’s people who don’t realize they know him talking about him.

“They called me a publicity stunt,” Dick says, pressing himself closer to Bruce. “And a charity case.”

“You aren’t either of those things,” Bruce says, his voice firm, leaving no room for argument. “You’re my son, no matter what anyone else says.”

“I know.”

Bruce sighs again, resting his cheek on top of Dick’s head. They’re both quiet for a moment, Bruce swiveling side to side in the chair a bit.

“I know it’s difficult,” Bruce tells him. “But how about I put these papers away, and we go watch a movie before Alfred has dinner ready?”

“Yeah, okay.”

“Or we can go down to the cave and we can train a bit, if you’d rather do that?”

“I kinda wanna hit something,” Dick mumbles. “But can we watch a movie after dinner?”

“We’ll do whatever you want, chum.”

Dick continues to cling to Bruce while he straightens up his desk, but he hops up and rushes over to the clock to go down to the cave. Black Canary eventually calls the cave to ask Batman if Robin is alright, because she missed him at training and no one could tell her why he left, but he just tells her that Robin wanted to train with him today.

Later that night after dinner, Dick is cuddled up next to Bruce in his favorite family room, a movie playing in the background, and Dick falls asleep like that. Bruce doesn’t disturb him. They both end up falling asleep on the couch, and Bruce decides to take the next day off and to keep Dick home from school so they can spend the day together.

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Art inspired by one of my fav timkon fics "buy back the secrets" by @vinelark ✨

The fanart is not exactly accurate to the fic but i loved the concept and everything about it so much it made me wanna draw this😭💕

A silly little extra doodle too:

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How The Bat met Jason: Part 1

Act 1: Part 1, Part 2

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Superman is his favourite…