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Wb Adrien and Marinette if they were a poly couple

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Okay, listen, this came to my head in a dream (and also bc of the Bart smut you wrote)

But just hear me out on this idea: Bart or Wally using super speed during the deed.

Like it could be with their fingers, tongue, cock, idc just thinking about them using their powers during sex.

GOTTA GET THE DUST OFF THIS ONE!

"SPEED DEMON"

Bio: They never slow down around you, never!

Wally

He's a freak, and you both know it. He just loves to tease you with his superspeed to watch you break and overstimulate under him. His tongue would glide against your cockhead with speed; his head bobs on your cock with such vigor and speed. He'll look up at you with big, pleading green eyes, begging for a taste of you, and all you can do is comply. He gets really pissed when you use vibrators. I mean, he's right there—why would you need a vibrator stimulating your pretty little pussy when he's only a call or a text away? Once, he caught you mid-climax with one of your favorite toys. The vibrations were on high, but you still couldn't cum. "You really couldn't wait for me, huh?" Wally's voice was low and dangerous, the kind that could make a villain buckle to their knees. But that's the voice that makes you quiver in feverish delight. He'll have your head on his chest, two fingers doing devilish circles around your clit while your vibrator is in the other hand. He'll switch between the vibrator and his fingers just to ask which one is better, and don't try to be cocky either, saying the vibrator, because you'll hear the thrum of his fingers at a completely different speed that's enough to leave you crying and begging for mercy. "Is the vibrator better, baby? "Be honest," he whispered into your ear, nose pushing back your braids. "W-Wally..." He goes even faster. "You didn't answer the question." God, he's evil.

Bart

Everything is a joke to Bart, one big game to him if we're being honest, especially when it comes to sex. He gets so competitive with you about who could fuck the other into submission or who can make the other moan the loudest (he can't keep his mouth shut on nothing, so obviously loses at that) and who can make the other cum the hardest . One of his favorite games (because he always wins). But just because he's competitive doesn't mean he ignores your pleasure ; he takes it very seriously. In these little competitions, his full attention is entirely on you. The two of you are both in the 69 position,��Bart's head leaned up against the headboard as his left hand spreads you wide open , and his other hand, with two vibrating fingers in your pussy, moves at a speed that leaves you crying and begging for mercy. His cock is hard against your face, slick with your saliva, and you feel his fingers curl right up into your gummy walls . "Come, babe, you came twice already. Put your back into it and suck," he chuckles with a bratty and arrogant tease that manages to piss you off, but you can hardly focus on anything when he licks from your folds to your clit. "G-gonna make you sing-fuck-" The wet, filthy noise of him eating you out is downright obscene, but fucking him is worse, 'cause he'll fuck back like a man possessed. He's cuffed to the headboard with your cock inside him , thrusting painfully slow. Nothing stops him from bucking his hips right into you like a needy bunny in heat . Moral of the story is, don't fuck a speedster, not unless you're ready for round five.

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"IT A FAMILY AFFAIR"

Batfam x Assassin!reader

Lol never posted this but now I want to so here you guys go!!!

Info: Talia's firstborn, a well-feared assassin, was around when Damian was younger, but she mostly does her own thing. She comes around to ensure her little brother hasn't softened during his time with Bruce.

Living in the city has weakened you, little brother. You said, as your sword clashed with Damian's, his movements became more reserved, less brash and aggressive. The last time you two fought, it was to the death. You and your brother were covered in cuts, bloody kids, but now there was fear in him. Despite his changed style, you disliked it. This must be your father's work. You sighed, taking your sword and clicking it against your brother's weapon's hilt. It flew into the air, swiftly stabbing the concrete, and you were already out of breath. "Such a disappointment. What has he been teaching you?"

“It’s called discipline,” Damian answers, wiping sweat off his brow.

“Discipline? The only discipline you should be learning is how to hold your sword correctly.” You picked up his weapon. “Why are you holding the backside? Do you not remember where the blade is?”

“Of course, I know where the blade is. I just prefer not to use it.”

Your eyes squinted, and your nose scrunched up into an obvious frown. “Or does your father prefer you not to use it?”

He scoffs. “I know you’re Wayne, dear brother, but before you were away, you were an Al Ghul.” You handed him back his sword. “Remember where you come from before you forget.” He looks away, his face falling

You wanted to apologize for being harsh on him. The city has been making them soft, far too soft for your liking. “I’ll be back the next day. Better fix your attitude by then and your skills.”

As you begin to walk away, he calls out to you. “If you're going to be staying in the city, you can stay at my father's manor. It's been a while since we've been under the same roof, don’t you think?”

Well, he’s not wrong. And maybe while you're still in Gotham, you can return your dear brother into the demon that he was supposed to be.

“Very well. I could use some relaxtion. Where is your helicopter?”

“Helicopter?” your brother questions. You can't believe it, your mother fell in love with a poor man.

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Hear me out, you could write some head canon for mr a farm.

SOME K HEADCANONS CUZ I LOVE HIM

Really wants to have children someday, gets a little jealous seeing Milton and his son. He wants kids so bad it hurts sometimes. He dreams of having little baby chicks curled up to him sweetly, letting out little sleepy chirps.

The red lines under his eyes are actually makeup, red liner to be exact. He may be tired, but that doesn't mean he can't look fabulous. He's the only one on the farm with manicured nails and an actual skincare routine (he wears a bonnet and face mask to sleep, because I said so).

Really likes to cuddle a lot; he enjoys having arms around him and feeling warm. It makes him feel good, like he is wanted and needed. If you preen his feathers when the two of you cuddle, he'll let out the sweetest whimpers known to man. (He also likes to lie, saying he doesn't whimper; he'll try to act all manly, but touch him right, and he'll fall apart just for you.)

He eats chicken.

Has a breeding kink, both ways want to get you pregnant even if you're a man, and he wants you to get him pregnant even though you're a girl.

People think he's super perverted, but he's actually kind of a prude (if you saw the other chapters). He's super shy when it comes to sex, and he prefers the masculine side, wanting to use his dick more than pussy. However, playing with his clit does make him cum harder, so it isn't all that bad, lol. He'll make perverted jokes but gets all blushy and bashful when you do them back, as if he didn't start it first.

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Delinquent reader who holds a meeting with all of the gangs in Gotham, converting them to Team Katana, preaching that if they all come together, they can stop the disgusting rat that is poisoning Gotham City. The young boys trying to commit crime help their families join the Penguin or the Ventriloquist and his stupid puppet just to make ends meet. The boys who died before even seeing 19 – you have to help them. You have to save them. You have to protect them. You're doing better than whatever Bruce Wayne has in mind; just picking up kids from the street and putting them in traffic light costumes doesn't make him a hero. It makes him a fraud, a fraud who let your mother die, a fraud that you once looked up to, a fraud that left you in poverty, making you scrape garbage bins for food. He's a fraud in every way possible, but it doesn't go as smoothly as you planned or as you thought. As you're ready to give your leather jacket over to Bastion, one of your friends who has now decided to join Team Katana, you hear the sound of a gun as it ripples through the air, shooting your friend right in the chest, right in front of you. Time slows down; you didn't have a moment to react. You didn't have a moment to push him away from the bullet or do anything. This was supposed to be an initiation, not a gunfight. You made it clear that there were supposed to be no weapons. Everybody who came, you checked, you double-checked; you did everything right. So why is this happening now? Why is there blood on your face? Why is your black shirt stained with red? Why is there a rip in your leather jacket? And why is Bastion convulsing on the floor? All the gang members that you finally got to rally up together for this meeting that you held now look like rats as you see that tall, dark figure emotionlessly leading the "little helpers" to bat. You're hearing screams and cries, people running from all directions, mass hysteria from just one single gunshot. You finally stop the ringing in your head to get down on your knees to see Bastion; he was the youngest person you had ever recruited. He was like a little brother to you. You couldn't let him die like that, let him bleed out like that. You couldn't let him – no, you just couldn't. You couldn't save your mother's life, so why are you struggling to save another? Ripping your leather jacket, you wrap it around his gunshot wound, cradling his head as your bloody fingers touch against his tan face, leaving handprints. You promised yourself never to cry after your mother's death, but tears are falling like a waterfall, hitting the boy's face. His eyes are closed; how come he looks even younger now? He's practically like a baby in your hands. The other friends are urging you to run, that they'll take Bastion to the hospital; we just have to leave, but you can't – completely emotionless as you cradle his head in your arms, holding him close to your chest. You don't even hear punches in the background as your left and right-hand man fall to the ground, bloodied and beaten up. Bruce stands before you with his little lackeys; they were the ones who did this, who orchestrated this plan just to take you down to their level. This is foul and disgusting; it makes you feel dirty. How could they do this to you? How dare they do this to you?

“Good job, Jason,” your father says, speaking through one of the intercoms.

“Welcome, old man,” Jason blared through Bruce’s right ear. So it was Jason who shot him; you’ll make that fat bastard pay.

“Stop playing these games, [Name]. Running Gotham like your own; you’re not a crime lord, you’re a little boy.” His voice was so dark and condescending as he steps forward to you. You scoot back, still cradling Bastion in your arms.

“He'll be fine; the bullet went straight through him. We can give him the best medical treatment Gotham has to offer.” He comes closer, kneeling down in front of you, just for Nightwing to pop up over his shoulder with a cheeky smile, making him look like the devil under the night light.

“All you have to do is be a good little boy and come to us. Not so hard, is it?” Tim appears on Bruce's shoulder. “Or you could let him die here, like the rat he is.”

The rage that emitted from your body was so strong you could feel it. “So what will it be? Your choice, son. You can let him die here on the pavement, or you can come back with us.”

The truth is, you couldn’t let Bastion die. It was an awkward drive home. At the manor, Duke's fingers run through your curls. “I knew you were going to make the right decision, lil bro.”

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Hear me out on this..WB!Reader x Genos from One Punch Man👀

LOL YOU GUYS ALWAYS HAVE SOME WAKY PAIRINGS FOR WB LOWKEY WANNA SEE MORE

MY BOYFRIENDS A CYBORG

Finally, you get to go on the long-awaited trip to Japan to get away from dark and gloomy Gotham and the bats, only to run into the demon cyborg himself. You were shopping at the convenience store for some wicked Japanese snacks when, all of a sudden, you see him in a cooking apron that said "Kiss the Chef," holding bags upon bags of groceries. You wanted to ask for a selfie because, well, he is the demon cyborg; of course, would you really want to interrupt him while he's shopping? So you keep your distance until you couldn't. You had to make a coincidence that you guys were in the same area so you could ask for your well-awaited selfie. As you take a quick peek at him, you see what he's buying: some food and snacks you didn't know cyborgs could eat and manga. He didn't look like the nerdy type, but just to make conversation, you wouldn't mind chatting with him at all. "Whoa, Mob Psycho! That's really cool!" you said offhandedly, giving him a small side-eye. "Oh, you know of this? My master really likes the series; he wanted official copies." Then the two of you just hit it off. It was mostly you yapping and talking about everything from comic books to manga to TV shows. You reminded him a lot of his master, Saitama, in your mannerisms—how you waved your hands when you talked. It was quite endearing. Not to mention, to him, you're super cute. You guys had this weird shoujo-like relationship filled with misunderstandings and lovey-dovey conversations. "Me and Genos are just friends," you'd say while the poor man was off to the side, literally steaming up from the vents in his cybernetic arms. "Just friends? He literally short-circuited in real time just by you giggling!" Saitama is really sick and tired of you guys; just date already! He's so over the googly eyes and the looks you make at each other. When Genos invites you for dinner, he’s so done with how you laugh at his jokes. Genos isn't even that funny; he's just moderately sarcastic. "Just ask them out already!" Saitama grumbles. "But what if they—?" "OH MY GOD!"

And if you're wondering who was the first one to confess, it was him. He was very awkward about it, if not strange. "Would you like to be my companion?" he’d say in a monotone voice, his golden eyes staring into your soul. "Companion?" His metal hands touched your soft one. "Partner, spouse... lover." Awkward confessions, but the cutest one you've ever heard! You still tease him about the "companion" part; he'll never live that down. But now you have a sweet cyborg boyfriend who, more often than not, threatens to vaporize your family. You end up telling him your backstory—how you were neglected by the bats—and he's absolutely appalled. He's ready to fly to Gotham and pick a fight with Batman himself! You tell him it's fine and that you're over it, but the hurt in your voice makes him not believe it. The others don't really like Genos that much, either. He may be an S-rank hero, but I mean, "Can you really trust him if he can connect to any piece of technology? Threat, for all we know," Tim says, trying to put some false beliefs in your head. "He's an S-rank hero, and yeah, he still gets throttled like a baby," Damian mocks on a regular basis, oftentimes showing videos of your precious boy getting ripped to shreds. "He can't even protect you; name one time! Get a grip—you should stay with us!" He dangles his laptop over your head, trying to make a point. But you know your Genos is strong; he's being trained by Saitama, of course. "He's a cyborg, for Christ's sake! I mean, what are you supposed to get out of it? Skin-to-skin contact is pointless; all you'll be able to feel is metal," Jason says, as if his embraces are comforting. You'd rather be skin to skin with metal than any of them, but who cares what they think? You get to date a demon cyborg—your very lovely companion!

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HIIII (this is sorta me second request since you did the celestia Luenburg one which im super duper grateful for) so for our black reader i was thinking that our black reader should be like Mima from the perfect blue as like a pop idol that got killed by a thug or a crazy fan and the Batfam didn’t find out in till a whole month later after readers body was found in a lake which left them distraught and anger to find the person that killed you and kill them(yes i know Batman’s “no killing rule” but in a case like this they gotta spin back for our girl😔) but while they are in the middle of finding them they are haunted by reader’s ghost that was still in her red dress with white stockings and red heels with their iconic red headband and that slowly drives them insane and desperate to the point they soon broke the no killing rule and just went mad(well that was all the brain juice my mind could do😔💔 TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF AND MAKE SURE U EAT AND DRINK LOTS OF WATTERRRR LOVE UUUU)

THIS IS SUCH A PEAK IDEA I CANT WAIT TO WRITE IT I HAVE OTHER STUFF IM WORKING ON BUT TRUST IM GONNA DO THIS LOVE PERFECT BLUE

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Hear me out

Neglected reader who has been mainly forgotten but still loves the Bats and is like the batfams hidden ace

But the thing is, neglected reader never mentioned that they were the one saving asses

"Still working overtime, Lieutenant ?" Commissioner Gordon says, leaning on the desk and looking at the stacks of paperwork with awe. You 've been on the job for a couple of months, but here you are, solving case after case, doing extra work just for the heck of it, even completing paperwork for cases that have stayed unsolved for years.

"Oh, it's not my work; I decided to do some stuff from other departments!" you said excitedly, with a big smile on your face, as if it were some kind of game. To you, it was not a game, but to him, this is serious work, and you're just breezing by it.

"Oh, I also did the forensic work for the case with Batman! " Holding up what used to be a stack of paperwork, now thinned to only the important information needed. The notes had notes, and the pictures had even more pictures. "I tried to slim it down as best as I could, sir, but I fear there's so much unnecessary information; I just didn't know what to leave out." You were about to go on and on, rambling, but he held a finger up, cutting your conversation short.

"No, it's just perfect, actually," he hummed, rubbing his beard, then playfully hitting you in the head with the thin stack of paperwork-a cute little gesture he can't help but do. It 's to say "good job" without really saying it.

"I'll tell the Bats about your-"

"No!" You cut him off mid-praise. " You don't have to do all that, sir, really! You can take the credit!" There was a small shake in your voice as you said that.

"Please, I'm just the guy on the inside; you shouldn't worry about credit. As long as I know it's mine, I'm fine." The Commissioner raised an eyebrow, giving you a look before letting out a hefty sigh.

"Whatever you say, kid, but I ain't taking credit for your success," he teased, making his way out of your office. "Don't stay up so late, kid!" he shouts, walking out while holding up the paperwork. You laughed, knowing that he'll stay up later working with Batman, of course. Sitting back in your chair, you untied your tie, letting yourself get some air, and slowly started to unbutton your dress shirt.

" All in a day's work, huh?" you chuckled softly. You've been helping your father for quite some time now, not to mention your brothers and sisters, cleaning up the streets of Gotham when they can't. It slowly turned into a small hobby for you. Jason needs to crack an underground drug ring; you'll have all the members' and leaders' names in alphabetical order, with addresses and license plates, on his kitchen desk , along with a fresh cup of coffee. Boring! You have to take care of your little brother; he used to get confused and scared scouting around his apartment with a gun in hand, but he never found you, not even with the new security he installed ( Pride and Prejudice was his password). At this point, he just stopped caring and started thanking you, calling you "Santa Claus." He's so silly!

You stalk Dick to make sure Blüdhaven isn't doing him damage. You took a small part-time job as an officer there, lessening the workload for him , taking down goons in the darkness of the night, making sure their bodies will never be found-all for your brother, of course. He almost caught you once while you were taking the life of a goon; you got careless, wanting so badly for him to notice. You put a tranquilizer dart to the neck, stopping him from the chase. You safely put him back in his apartment, tucking him into bed. He still wonders how he got there.

You stalk all the members of the family equally; no one is getting more attention than the other-that's just rude. You spend equal amounts of time watching them, from the manor to their little apartments or whichever warehouse they decide to take refuge in , thinking they're all alone (like 60 cameras you 've placed in each corner of the wall). They 'll never truly be alone with you around; big bro/sis is always there, and it's always watching. Plus, it's quite entertaining; they always have some type of drama that you can indulge in, as you make sure they're healthy and cared for. Sometimes, Tim hears disembodied voices coming from the walls telling him to go to bed. He thinks it's Barbara trying to scare him, but actually, she's been hearing the same thing. They come to a collective thought that it's Bruce, but he's also been getting voices from his office telling him , " Those rice cakes and coffee are not breakfast." They 're all hyperly confused and paranoid, but you haven't heard them yet, so they'll just deal with it for now.

You definitely have a child lock for them on the Batcomputer; they spend too much time on it . You have to take care of them, of course, or who else will? But they'll never know it's truly you behind all that snooping, poking, and prodding-it's your secret for life. Sometimes, you really want to go down there, be near them, be someone they can rely on in their everyday life , but you know that's not possible, so you stick with the little stalking.

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Yk those videos on TikTok where it's like a couple pretending to "eat their dog" with like their hands or a spoon to aggravate their dog. I imagine WB! Reader and Kon doing that on a random Sunday bored outta their mind

Lol, I can just imagine them doing this to Cairo as a toddler, and now he has a crazy fear of spoons. "I'm sorry, hungry! I can eat..." Conner slowly turns to a scared Cairo, who is obviously running for his life. He'll get so pouty when they actually "eat" him. He'll let out little sniffles. "Splendid meal," you'll say, using a napkin against your face as Conner is taking a spoonful of Cairo. "He needs more salt!" Just for your little boy to cry out once the two of you pranked him by saying the pool was a big soup that they were going to cook him in (he was spending too much time in the pool).

He said, "I was too salty!" IM NOT!!

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TWIN YOU ARE SO REAL FOR THAT!!! (I have so much love for this fictional family.)

Me when Cairo does literally anything

I fear I need more teen parent wb!reader and kon

Lol, after wb!reader gave birth to Cairo, you ate a whole seafood boil while breastfeeding him in your arms. (It's Kon wallpaper, and he doesn't dare to change it.) Kon definitely bullies Cairo, not to be mean, but as a little joke. "Why your forehead so big?" Kon would ask , pushing up Cairo's messy black curls to reveal his forehead. "Yeah, why is your stomach so big!" Cairo would shout, covering his forehead, and omg is Kon hurt! " You're starting to look more like me every day, " ruffling his hair. "Ewww!" He is so grossed out about the idea of looking like Kon (not really). Kon definitely does the dad thing when on a road trip and cups his hand out for snacks from Cairo, who'll only pout in little kid frustration. Cairo is a canonical Flash fan, and it hurts Kon and the Batfam. His reason is , "He runs fast," literally that's all he can say. He doesn't care for Batman or his Robin; he doesn't care for Superman or the Superboys; he likes the Flash. Since Kon is best friends with Bart, he has no choice but to make him dress up for Cairo's third birthday, and to this day, he's still a Flash fan. Cairo is such an oddball, handing wb!reader a soggy Cheeto puff because he cares. "Thanks, Cai Cai," he'll stand there waiting for you to eat it. You 'll slide it behind your mouth, pretending to chew with the two sets of teeth he has, and then run off. Kon definitely did some TikTok trends with baby Cairo, like throwing cheese on your baby when he cries instead of crying after the fact, or just being in pure shock that the cheese hit him. He 'll just pull it off his face and eat it. Now, when Kon doesn't, Cairo makes it a thing to catch it in his mouth. Wb !reader is so tired of them. Cairo flies a lot and walks on air, never really touching the ground . "Cairo Evans El Kent, get your behind on that floor!" you shout, pointing down at the ground, just for a sad Cairo to fall down. He hates walking so much; unlike having ice breath, Cairo has fire breath. Kon sometimes uses him to cook up on the grill. "Our son is not a grill!" Then you make him heat up some coffee like he's a mini microwave. Kon also holds Cairo like a football because if he doesn't Cai will cry.

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I ABSOLUTELY LOVE YOU AND YOUR WRITING!!! 🫶🫶🫶💛💛💛🖤🖤🖤

Especially your WB!Reader x Conner Kent pregnancy fics. ❤️❤️❤️🖤🖤🖤

OMG THANK YOU!!!!

Bro Cairo as character is now taking over my mind and now i have the uncanny need to draw and put him in every fic I write cuz i love him so much!!!! THATS MY BOY!!!

(if y'all have any headcannons for Cairo or Wb!reader and Conner then don't be afraid to ask lolz)

I love Cairo so much it fucking HURTS)

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I made the "WB!reader who's angry" ask on my main account. This one is for my eventual fic so I'm fine with it not being anonymous (like it's not easy to find me cause I reblog every time someone responds to one of my ask), and I just wanted to say I love your response and has reminded me that I need to work on my fic

My sibling could thank you for that, cause they're my "editor" and have been beating my ass trying to get me to write my shi

anyway thank you (I'm sorry if this is weird)

We when you finally drop your fic (take your time and post when need to or feel like it that's what I do)

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What if WB!reader was angry, like full swung on people suspended for fighting anger issues angry

(totally not saying this to see what people think about it for a neglectful batfam fic I'm currently wanting to write/plan)

I WAS LOWKEY THINKING ABOUT THAT

Wb!reader isn't the type of person who comes straight to aggression like most people would think? You are not the mad and angry black girl/boy; you're pretty calm, relaxed, and chill. You're fun to be around, but when people start to push your buttons and annoy you, you have no choice but to put your hands on somebody. When you first got enrolled in Gotham Prep and there was some drama about you being Bruce Wayne's child, people started spreading rumors around the school, like how your mother was a tramp who slept with the infamous Bruce Wayne for his money, which is the only reason why you're here in the first place, neglecting your intelligence and how you’re actually capable of keeping up with the school and have the grades. You finally found the girl who was spreading rumors about you and her little posse. Of course, these girls looked like they had never gotten their ass handed to them before, and you were about to show them a thing or two. But instead of fighting them all at once (because a three-on-one is so unfair), you tried to catch them when they least expected it. The only thing you had was a ballpoint pen, and then, shaking, you took them one by one. You beat each girl's ass when they were coming out of class or in the storage room at the gym. Of course, they all told the principal, and it's the very same story, but you could care less. If they called your father Bruce, he didn't give a shit and would definitely pay extra for Gotham Prep to keep their mouths shut. He definitely scolded you to the best of his ability, but it didn't work. You're not really someone to be messed with. You're well-known among your classmates. "Are your braids real?" a random boy asked, just for you to hit him upside the head with a fat textbook. "Teacher, you're going to have to slow down; I don't think [name] can understand this question." You're going to hit that kid upside the head with a desk. You've been suspended multiple times but never expelled, no matter how hard the parents or the kids tried. A notorious crash-out is under your school yearbook. You scrap like a dog—pulling hair, punching noses, scratching faces. You never fight fair, and these little rich kids never really got put on their ass before, so you do them a favor. And don’t get me wrong; you're the same at home, but instead, you make slick remarks, knowing that you don't really have the martial arts skills to actually beat up any of your friends, but they're enough to sting—like really sting. "Nice bowl cut, dude," you just destroyed Tim's confidence in one fell swoop. "Yeah, whatever, 'Big Brother,'" you'll say with so much sarcasm that he’s caught between believing you and going absolutely insane. "Do you actually like Janw Austin, or are you just trying to impress a girl at the library?" He spends an entire hour yelling about how he's not a performative male and how he genuinely enjoys books by female authors. You'll always shut him down. "Is it just me, or are you getting whiter?" Damian is going through a full mental breakdown. You may not be able to hurt them physically, but you will hurt them mentally and hurt Bruce's pockets even more.

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What are some DC ships you hate? Like, ones that aren't technically wrong/are legal, but you still dislike anyways.

Well, this is going to be a tough one because I am a multi-shipper, and I love all ships—most of them, of course. If I can understand why something is shipped, like my main thing, or if I can visualize it, I can understand why it's shipped. But when it comes down to DC ships, I have a very weird relationship with them because I like most of the DC ships, and I will like them as ships. I have nothing against them except for the very few that I do dislike; Dick x Slade, like, never. I feel like they work better as rivals, and through all the trauma that Deathstroke has put him through, yeah, they should not be together at all. This is such a weird ship to me, and I don't know who even thought of that, because I'm like, have we read the comics? Have we watched the 2003 cartoon? Because, if I'm not mistaken, Robin used to Slade's dreams, like whooping his ass, so yeah, I don't like that ship, and I don't like the relationship at all. I think it's weird and gross, and I just don't enjoy it. But if that's your cup of tea, oh well, I can't convince you not to like it.

Another ship that I very much dislike is Jon x Jay (in my eyes, I think of Jay as like this off-brand Saiki K character, and I do not like him for that—like, you are not Saiki Kusuo, especially with that haircut). For some reason, I just can't like it, and I couldn't get behind it, and I still don't like it. But if you like it, that's okay; it's just not for me (let's pretend that I didn't jump for joy on DC Twitter when they broke up). But that doesn't mean I like DamiJon either; they work so much better as friends or teammates than anything else, and I enjoy them like that. But if you ship it, that's fine. I just feel like there's so much Superbat out there that we don't need Superbat 2.0. And don't get me wrong, I understand why people would ship it; I understand why people would think it's cute, but I just don't like it. The kind of weird age gap that they have, I don't like either. So yeah, I just can't get behind that ship, and I will forever not like it. I think that Damian and Jon are best as friends and should stay friends.

Another thing: I am so pissed that DC did not put Jon on a team with Damian, like on the Teen Titans at all. That is so much wasted potential in a box! DC is so allergic to the bag; it is absolutely outrageous.

Another ship that I don't really like is Jason x Artemis—I think that's her name. Before, I didn't like it because, like, oh my God, Jason is my man; who is she? I didn't like it for those reasons, and you're like, oh my God, Cooley, that's so shallow, but you'll understand if you were a teenage girl. But in my eyes, Jason and Artemis literally give siblings more than any romantic feeling to me; they should not be romantic. I feel like they're more platonic than anything, but they can have a romantic, platonic relationship, but they do not feel romantic to me. I don't know, because I love Artemis; I love Artemis, but I don't like the ship, and I just can't find myself to like it. But I understand why other people like it; I'm not going to send you hate for liking it—like, it's okay if you do. I like most Jason x Artemis art, but I just don't like the ship.

This is so weird to me because I feel like I would like to ship based on other ships that I like, but for some reason, I just don't like it, which is so strange.

Another ship that I very much dislike is Damian x Raven. I don't like that ship (I love Damian and Flatline), but Damian x Raven? I never liked it, and they tried to force-feed the ship to me in like the freaking DC animated movies. I did not watch animated movies for so long just because of that ship, bro! I did not watch them just because of it, because I hated it so bad. I thought it was so boring and lame; I just didn't like it. I would understand why somebody would like it, because, you know, they're both outcasts on the team; they're both weird and ship, like, I understand where you're coming from. But I feel like they did better with Damian and Flatline, because I don't know what clicked for me—something inside of my brain just exploded, and I loved it. Also, Damian has a weird thing for goth girls, and I think he gets that from his father.

I also don't like Dick x Barbara at all; they are more platonic romantic than romantic to me. If you don't know what I'm talking about when I say platonic romantic, think of freaking moirails from Homestuck, because that's what I'm basically getting at (basically platonic soulmates that sometimes make out). I hate the fact that DC is trying to, you know, give us a Dick x Barbara like, oh my God, this is the main relationship. This is a perfect relationship—take it, take it, take it! I don't want it! I don't want it! I don't want it, and I hate it. I hate it, I hate it, I hate it! But they keep on trying to serve it to us on a silver platter. If anything, I want the more homoeroticism that Barbara has with Dinah Lance than anything, or maybe her relationship with Ted Kord from Birds of Prey—anything but Nightwing, please, I beg.

But yeah, those are the ships that I don't like that deal with DC.

(Looking at beloved dc ship that I wish I liked so i read the fics but I can cuz they lowkey ass)

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Same thing with HCs, what DC HCs do you not like that much or hate to see bcz I forgot to add that in my last ask😭

Lol what a question I don't really harbor any hatred towards some headcanons. I mostly enjoy some of them, especially DC headcanons. However, the headcanons I personally do not enjoy are some Tim Drake headcanons, like the ones that portray abusive relationships (even though there is a specific comic book panel where his dad finds his Robin costume and breaks down seeing it). But oh no, they depict his parents as neglectful and hating Timothy. Another thing I don't like is when people depict him as weak or the weakest of the Robins when he clearly is not. For someone who was able to take down Lady Shiva and trained with her, he is not weak. Yet people draw him as one of the skinniest Robins or malnourished or something. I do enjoy most Tim Drake fan art, but sometimes I don't like how they portray him as a malnourished twink. That's one of my biggest pet peeves; my boy is not weak (if you can't tell, Timothy is my favorite character).

Another headcanon that I don't really like is when they depict Jason as a soft boy. Every time there’s a Jason headcanon, he just looks like a performative male final boss, holding his matcha iced tea and with his keychain. I love Jason, but I prefer the more cynical version of him to the soft boy version, if that makes sense. I enjoy when he’s off his rocker and not reading Jane Austen. That doesn't mean I hate his performative male side; I honestly do enjoy it. However, I feel like Jason wouldn't do some of these things, especially when it comes to headcanons where they try to make him a bad boy. Please don't. My view of Jason Todd is that he is basically a young boy stuck inside an adult body who doesn't really know much about himself or the world.

That's my opinion on Jason. I don't like dark!Jason or anything like that, where he's abusive to the reader or something. You know what I mean? (Like, this guy has lived with abuse all his life; he would not abuse the reader, be rude to the reader, or even call the reader a slut.) As a matter of fact, I know this is very contradictory because I like how cynical he is at times, but when I read about this stuff, I feel like it is so un-Jason-like. But it is Jason at the same time, so I'm stuck in the middle between liking his cynical side and not liking it. There are moments in Jason's character where I read a fanfiction, and I just think he wouldn’t do that when he obviously would.

Another headcanon that I just don't like and forever will not like is that Bruce adopted all of the Bat kids like they are all his children. He fostered a few of them, but I just don't like how people force that upon us, saying he adopted them. No, some of these characters have alive and loving parents that care for them. Let's not get ahead of ourselves. I love the relationship between Stephanie and her mother, Crystal, and the relationship between Duke and his parents, but I feel like the fandom just tries to shove that to the side a little bit, even though those characters are very much alive, if I’m not mistaken. I haven't seen their parents appear in comics recently, so I could be wrong; they could very much be dead as we speak. But from the last comic I read, I’m pretty sure they’re alive.

Unlike other headcanons and stuff, this is just my personal opinion—very personal opinion. I absolutely hate Batcat and everything it stands for, and there is nothing anyone can do to make me like it or enjoy it. I hate when I find a good writer or artist, and oh my God, they write Batcat. I just don’t like it. It’s those gross and creepy Batcat headcanons that I just gag at.

(Me when motherfuckers headcannon crazy ass shit that does not even match the character at or there traits but then I remember why it's called a headcannon)

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"ON MY WAY HOME TO YOU"

Mile morales x WB!reader

Bio: You and Miles are in a long-distance relationship. Tonight is your FaceTime date. Too bad the bats keep interrupting.

Calls with Miles can last for hours, maybe days, or even decades. If we need to be specific, you want to call with him once for like two days (the both of you forgot to end the FaceTime), sleeping together on the phone, yapping about the latest thing to geek out about. Him showing off his new Spider-Man suit, "Bro, this is fire! Why are you bleeding from your armpits, though?" He crashes out and tries to explain why he's not bleeding from his armpits and how you're wrong.

You knew Miles way back when you were on a trip to New York with your "family," seeing all the prime tech schools Dad Wayne Enterprises could invest in. Then you met him in the waiting room as he was supposed to be sorted out for his very messed-up schedule. The two of you instantly clicked, and it's been history ever since.

The two of you have matching Spider-Man bonnets that you, of course, bought, and you're both always wearing them to sleep. Sometimes he'll just call you while you're busy doing your hair and sorting through your curls, telling you, "If I wasn't so slumped with school, I would swing all the way over the Hudson just to help you take out your braids." You're giggling like a schoolgirl.

You guys don't even have to say anything on calls; it can be pure silence, and you'll just be happy with the comfort you bring each other, even from far away. But he'll obviously tell you his miscellaneous adventures: "And then she got hit by a big-ass fucking train!" His arms flail around like those inflatable balloons you see at car dealerships He's trying to help you visualize.

You're getting dressed, and you're still on FaceTime with him. "Damn girl, what you doin' with all that ass?" Then he'll start barking like a rabid animal. Things are sunshine and rainbows, especially when this house is filled with little lunatics like your brothers. Damian caught you on FaceTime with him once and started interrogating the poor boy. "What are your intentions with my sister?" Miles opens his mouth to speak, "Are you employed?" His mouth closes. "I have all the answers I need," jumping off your bed, ready to consult with the others. Dick is being his usual two-faced self, giving Miles a fake smile just to come back with, "I mean, he's cute, but like, what else does he bring to the table?" Like he has the audacity to give you any relationship advice. Jason doesn't even have to say anything; Miles is already scared of that man.

Tim has a good conversation with Miles, hijacking your FaceTime calls just to make sure there isn't any funny business going around. Duke and Miles are pretty chill, surprisingly. The two of them went to quote Dr. Umar together just to annoy you, but trust, if he ever breaks your heart, Big Brother Duke is coming with fists. Stephanie and Cass are surprisingly supportive, often embarrassing you in front of Miles. "Initials on her hand, do you want to see?" Steph says, exposing you. You bring up your palm to the camera with Cass giggling on the side.

They really do like Miles, but just like Duke, if he hurts you, he's done. They think he's a good kid, but is he good for you? Another thing they don't like is the fact that he's taking up all your attention. You can call him another day; right now, it's family game night. But Miles does make up for all the virtual kisses and late-night talks by actually showing up to the manor, and it's hectic, to say the least.

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More conner text because I can

He won't stop calling him conner jr