#;; ( you me and she makes three. IVY / HARLEY / SELINA )

[arc-misadventures]

MFK with Jaune: Harley Quinn, Pamela Isley, and Selina Kyle

Jaune: MFK XII

Nora: Oh Jaune-Jaune~?

Jaune: No, you can’t have your grenades back.

Nora: But, that’s not…?!

Jaune: You aren’t allowed to test peoples bone density with your war hammer.

Nora: But, it’s only, Cardin… Wait! No, that’s not what I want…??

Jaune: You can’t have another, McSchneer Lumberjack Burger. They banned you after you demanded more maple syrup bacon strips, and subsequently destroyed the counter when they said no.

Nora: That’s not what I wanted to ask!

Jaune: It’s not; Then what is it?

Nora: MFK~!

Jaune: Naww fuck…

Nora: Harley Quinn, Pamela Isley, or Selina Kyle~?

Jaune: The ladies of, Batman’s Rouge Gallery? Why them?

Nora: Why not them?

Jaune: …

Jaune: Fair enough… Okay… I would kill, Poison Ivy.

Nora: Aww… but, I thought you liked us red heads~?

Jaune: I do, but it’s more of personality/mind set kind of thing. I understand why she wants to save the environment, and all that. But, considering her powers she could make plants that absorb the pollution, and cleanse the environment like nature currently does. I mean, we’ve got algae springing up the can digest plastics, and there are mushrooms capable of absorbing nuclear radiation. I mean come on! Poison Ivy could easily do that, and make something ten times better at doing that! But, no let’s kill all the corrupt businessmen, politicians, and everyone on the whole god damn planet to save the environment! That’s sounds lovely~!

Nora: Okay… that sounded personal…

Jaune: Sorry, but environmentalists annoy the hell out of me! I mean come on! Let’s stop using all fossil fuels, and natural gas to prevent the world from ending in the next five years, a notion that they have said a dozen times in the last three decades! Not to mention that idea would kill millions in a matter of weeks if implemented?!

Nora: …?!

Nora: So…

Nora: Who ya gonna fuck…?

Jaune: Harely Quinn.

Nora: Oh really, you got a thing for clowns~?

Jaune: No. I have to pick, and of the two I would like to sleep with, Harely Quinn. I’m curious about how flexible she would be, among other things…

Nora: Nice~!

Jaune: And, lastly I would marry, Selina Kyle.

Nora: Why her?

Jaune: Admittedly I like, Catwoman the most out of the trio. I like her mature elegance, that femme fatale, and saucy air about her. Plus, I read the comics, she a romantic at heart with, Bruce Wayne. Granted unless written as so, Selina never overcomes, Bruce’s obsession with being, Batman. But, in the stories they do get together, they form a strong lasting pair who grow up to have a loving family together with.

Jaune: I want that too…

Jaune: You happy, Nora, have you got your answer.

Nora: I’m ecstatic, Fearless Leader~! I’ll see you later~!

Jaune: …

Jaune: Somethings off with that smile of hers… I don’t like it…

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Nora: Alright ladies, have you made your decision?

Cinder: Perfectly! I will be going as, Catwoman. I already have a catsuit that I know, Jaune will absolutely drool all over~!

Nora: Oh, nice! It really shows of your phat ass! He better give that a nice hard slap when he sees it!

Cinder: I’ll give him plenty of reasons to do just that~! Now, Neo will be using her semblance to dress as, Harley Quinn. She is also flexible enough to play the part~!

Nora: I’m sure, Jaune will love that~! Don’t pull a muscle out there , Neo!

Neo: 😁

Nora: No, I’m being serious, he will pull some muscles when he’s done with you!

Neo: 🤕🥴

Nora: Oh~? Kinky, I like it~!

Cinder: And, lastly, Emerald will be using her semblance to appear as, Poison Ivy!

Emerald: Are you sure this will work? He hates, Poison Ivy.

Nora: That means he’ll hate fuck you to get rid of that pent up rage~!

Emerald: Oh…? Oh~? Oh that sounds like fun~!

Cinder: Alright girl, let’s head out! Let’s show, Jaune what’s it’s like to be embrace by a trio of femme fetale’s~!

Emerald: Thanks, Nora, we really appreciate your help!

Nora: No problem ladies! And, good luck!

Nora: Cause… you’ll need it… oh boy you’ll need it…

[haveihitanerve]

Hair

Talia Al Ghul had let him braid her hair sometimes. Whether it was for a special event or for a holiday or just when they had time to spend together, without the threat of being overheard or interrupted.(Not that the interrupter would get away with it.) But for an hour, or however long they were granted, at least once a month. Damian Wayne didn’t have to be Ra's Al Ghul heir. He could just be Damian. Braiding his mothers hair. But mother was not around anymore. And Damian had no plans of ever being around her again. Even though he had enjoyed those days. She had been kinder then. Softer. More like a mother. But Selina had shown him what a real mother was like. And Talia had not been that. But he missed braiding hair. So his feet led him to her door. 

Selina opened it on the second knock and smiled when she saw it was him. Talia had never smiled just by seeing him. He had to have done something good, something to make her proud to get her to smile at him. But Selina smiled. At him. Because he was there. “Hello kitten.” She crouched to be at his level. Another thing no one had ever done in the League. They found arrogance in their height over him. But Selina, and Bruce, and his siblings all knelt to be eye level with him. “Hello Selina.” He said back. “What do you need?” She asked, still smiling softly. What do you need? Not, what do you want? Not, not now Damian. No. What do you need so I can help you? Damian smiled and Selina lit up. “I would like to braid your hair.” He said softly. Selina stood, nodding. “You came on the perfect day.” She headed back into her room, beckoning him. Damian followed her into the very back of her room, where she pushed a panel in the wall to reveal a second room. Damian blinked. The room was painted a soft black, stars and bats and cats stenciled every so often. It had a few dark red couches and beanbags, along with a black cupboard. But the most shocking thing of all was Cass, Steph, and Babs were all seated on the couches, talking and laughing. They stopped when they spotted him, but still smiled warmly. “Hey baby bird!” Steph called, scooting to one side of her seat. “Come join me!” “No me!” Babs called, shifting as well. Cass signed a few words and Damian smiled, heading over to sit with his sister. Steph and Babs pulled a face and Cass grinned in triumph, pulling Damian onto her lap. “Hello Batladies!!” Selina grinned. “Welcome to our own personal spa room. I already did this spiel but since we have a new member, Damian Wayne, I thought I should go over it again.” She winked at Damian. “This is a place where we can talk and gossip and laugh and cry. Any emotions and rants are welcome. Vent if you’d like! Sit in silence too! No judgment. Just relaxation and girl time! Plus Damian of course!” He smiled. “We should be expecting three more guests…” she trailed off as another door opened and Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy stepped into the room. 

Cass tightened her hold on Damian, just in case he wanted to attack. But he was perfectly content in her arms. “Damian, I’d like you to meet two of my best friends, Ivy and Harley.” Damian waved and Ivy and Harley gave him matching smiles. “Hey!” Steph called. “Love y’all’s hair.” The two women grinned and walked over, sitting down across from them. “Looking for ideas Steph?” Ivy mocked. Steph snorted. “Yeah right. Like I’d go fire red or crazy cotton candy.” The two women laughed and plopped down onto the sofa. “Now we just need Lois and we’ll be ready to start!” There was a knock and Lois Lane walked in. “Sorry! Am I late?” Ivy laughed. “Just on time Lane. Like always” Lois smiled. “Thanks Ivy.” She took a seat next to Babs at the girls' invitation and Selina grinned, walking over to the large cupboard. “Alright! Pick your favorite color gals and let’s start!” The cupboard was filled from bottom to top with beauty products, nail polish, hair curlers, face masks, eyelash curlers, and more. The women all jumped up, rushing to grab a color, Steph and babs climbing over the other to grab pink and Ivy and Lois arguing over the right shade of red. Selina laughed, a loud joyful thing and Damian smiled as he watched her. Cass just grinned, still sitting. Steph grabbed a hot pink and walked past, plopping a navy blue into her sister's hand. Cass smiled in thanks. Selina caught Damian’s eye and winked, beckoning him over. He slipped off Cass’s lap, walking over to her. She picked a color off the wall and knelt down, holding it out to him. “How bout it baby bird?” Damian examined the color. 

She had picked a nice bright forest green. Green was his favorite color. “It’s- a bit bright.” He said slowly. “I have an idea!” Steph was next to them, looking for a bright purple. “How about-!” She pulled a few colors off the shelf then settled on two. “Here.” She squatted next to him as well. “You can put the green down as the bottom layer, then put this black layer over top. So it looks black, but then in certain lights, it’ll shine green.” Damian considered it, then nodded. “Okay.” Steph squealed and hugged him, grabbing the colors and his hand. “Perfect!” She hurried over to her couch and threw babs feet off(causing babs to shout a string of words Bruce had pretty much banned in the house) and sat Damian down instead. “Hold out your hands.” She ordered. Damian did as she asked. “You’re gonna look so good Dami!” She said, grinning. If Damian didn’t know his sister was a wonderful person who only wanted the best for him he would’ve thought she was joking. Babs blew on her bright red nails, having lost the fight for pink, and reached for a face mask. “Wanna do a mask babe?” She asked him. “It’ll cleanse your pores. Make your skin soft and clean.” Damian nodded. “Okay.” Babs grinned and Damian allowed her to apply it to his face. “Ooh!!! No he didn’t!” Harley exclaimed. Ivy gaped at Selina. The woman nodded sagely, holding a glass of champagne. Ivy had painted her nails a dark green and was doing Harley’s in a mix of pink and blue. Selina hadn’t done anything yet, but looking at her he remembered why he was here. Steph had finished his nails, still forbidding him from looking at them, and was now gently blowing on them to dry them. 

“Wheres Jason by the way?” Babs asked Cass, putting curlers in her hair, a mask on her face. Cass shrugged, signing “he comes and goes.” “Todd does these?” Damian asked, looking between his sisters. Cass and Steph snorted. Babs grinned. “Oh yeah. All the time.” “He has some good gossip.” Harley drawled in her Boston accent. Ivy and Lois laughed. “Yes he does. It’s most interesting.” Selina laughed. Damian hadn’t seen her this relaxed in a while. “He’s off with his father right now.” She rolled her eyes. “Something secret.” Ivy wiggled her eyebrows, holding Harley’s hand. “Maybe he’s trying to be cute for you!” Lois said, laughing as Harley did her nails in a deep purple. Babs, Cass, and Steph were quiet. Selina gave them a look. “Maybe.” 

“Alright!” Steph announced. “You can look.” Damian looked down at his nails. They were painted black, but when he rotated his wrists a bit, he could see a green shine glowing underneath. Selina came over and ooohed. “Can you do that for me too, kitten?” She asked Steph. Steph lit up. “Sure!” “Can I braid your hair while she does?” Damian interjected. Selina nodded. “Of course baby.” She sat on the ground and Steph sat between her legs, taking her hands in hers. Damian sat on the couch behind her, running his hands through her thick brown hair. As he separated the strands into sections his nails glowed every so often and he smiled, looking at them. The chatter started up again, each woman talking over the other, laughing as drinks were poured easily. Cass handed him a juice box and he smiled in thanks, stopping his braiding for a second. Selina’s hair was soft, softer than Talias, and thicker too. But it was so much fun to braid. “Wowza birdie!” Steph exclaimed, looking at Selina’s head. “Holy.” Babs muttered. “Can you do my hair next bebs?” Cass asked. Damian smiled, nodding. “Sure.” And in that moment, surrounded by the women in his family, Damian felt he now understood the true meaning of family. And from then on Selina was given the title of Mother. 

(Talia became Talia)

[zahri-melitor]

New(ish) Comics:

Batman #151: Zdarsky writes a competent Selina using her car burglar skills in this. Proof positive that Bruce & Selina make a solid investigative team.

There’s also a Tini Howard Harley Quinn backup, sigh.

Gotham City Sirens #1: I was mostly sampling this because I do like Selina and I enjoy Ivy, but a little Harley goes a loooong way.

Hmmm. The plot is a fairly weird and sort of forcing the three together, plus it looks like their main antagonist is going to be Punchline. That's...not exactly convincing me I'm going to enjoy this.

Blue Beetle #11: And that's the wrap for this series, as it's cancelled. I do wish that DC had given Trujillo one more issue to finish on #12, because it was clearly plotted as 2 6-issue arcs. So this issue is your classic "we shoved two issues of plot into one and ALSO threw in some pages of the future story we were drafting for year 2 because we liked it and wanted to show it off". Which means it reads as terribly disjointed: two separate relationships are announced by their participants; every page feels like a separate plot point, which normally would have some context and lead in; and things are hurriedly tied off without explanation. I think it probably would have gone more smoothly to read if Trujillo had left a few more threads hanging (like the Jaime/Ood'Li relationship, the Reyes family visiting, and whatever he was trying for with Traci and Nimue), but I get the desire to shove everything in so you can say you 'yeah I planned that!' and get the credit. I'll miss this. I would have liked to see the kids starting college together.

The Boy Wonder #4: oooh this is the Talia issue. I enjoyed the structure of how this was put together; echoing Talia's childhood against Damian's childhood and setting up the story of cycles of behaviour and the manner in which each of them chose to attempt to reach outside of the League's teachings. And they made different decisions! Talia chose to turn back towards the League, while Damian here is shown reaching out to change - BECAUSE he received that extra support from his brothers, which Talia did not get. It's just crunchy and really interesting framing and talks to a lot of things, because yeah. Talia did end up in a situation where she was pregnant, and her father and her lover were in opposition to each other, and she had to make a call about where she wanted to be, and where she'd raise that child. And she chose to stay with what she knew, rather than reach out and leave and tell Bruce and turn her back on her father. And that's an understandable decision she made, even if was probably the worse decision for all of Talia AND Bruce AND Damian.

Birds of Prey #12: mind empty, DinahBabs hug telling her "I love you. Never do that again!". Okay that aside this is still really good? It's a wild Xanthe appearance! I do agree that Kelly Thompson need to take a breath and slow down on trying to get to play with ALL the toys in terms of characters, but also I fully know if I were given a BOP run I would also have a cast list of at least a dozen characters who I wanted to play with, even if it was unwieldy.

Shazam! #14: Freddy has a lot of emotions and reminds you that he keeps it bottled up a lot of the time unless you're in his head. Also I enjoyed that Campbell has looped around to add Uncle Dudley back into the cast, after setting him up over in Power of Shazam; not only does he bring a lot of energy of his own but I think his thing of being unpowered and still fighting is going to link in well with the fact that Freddy, Eugene, Pedro and Darla are also still unpowered.

Plastic Man No More #1: okay, this is interestingly creepy. I honestly don't hugely care about Eel O'Brien, but it makes his condition fascinatingly horrifying plus leans into the fact that Eel's often used as a joke character. Even while on the League. Even by other characters on the League.

The Warlord #63: this week in Skartaris Travis Morgan and Mikola Rostov are off to see Jennifer to find out if she can cure his lycanthropy. Mikola brings up Mariah, because she was his student and lover, and Travis is like...oh yeah! Still trapped in the past.

At some point you'll get to come back to the story, Mariah. I believe in you. Hopefully you are busy spreading the good news of Communism among all the various gnomes in early Skartaris.

Also they drop in to see Aram's kingdom, where Shakira is spending all her time as a cat, and some fabled people who can talk to animals are visiting. They end up kidnapping Mikola.

[kumeko]

A/N: For @gcsfanzine ! I love the antics these three get into, with Selina forced into the responsible role because she’s the only one of the three with some conscience.

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Ivy was sick. Selina took a moment to contemplate the thought, to fully savour the situation she found herself in. Poison Ivy, Pamela Isley, one-woman army and stone-cold bitch, was sick. Sick enough to need help, to ask for help.

And the well-known misanthrope needed Selina’s help.

It was hard enough to think about, let alone believe. Yet, Selina couldn’t doubt the evidence in front of her. Sprawled across Harley’s plush, king-sized mattress, an extremely grumpy Ivy glared at the ceiling. Her fingers tapped the blankets ceaselessly, her jaw clenched so hard Selina could have broken walnuts against it. She looked like a cantankerous alley cat. She also looked entirely out of place buried amongst Harley’s infinite plushies.

How Harley had managed to force Ivy into her bedroom, Selina had no idea. The whole place looked like the residence of a punk princess, a strange hybrid of cute frills and black leather. Neither of the two vibes fit Ivy and put together they just looked even more garish.

“Ahh.” Ivy breathed out harshly before forcing herself up into a seated position. Her red hair clung to her sticky skin, giving her an oddly deflated appearance. There was a reddish tint to her green skin. All in all, she looked like a sick person. A very cranky sick person. “I’m leaving.”

Selina snorted inelegantly. There was the Ivy she knew and tolerated. From across the room, she gestured at the foot of the bed and raised a brow. “How? You broke your leg. And you have a fever.”

Ivy fisted her hand and hit the mattress. A shark plushie fell off the bed. “The fucking hyenas broke it.” Her hair had a life of its own and rose, giving her a lion-like mane. Maybe it sensed its mistress’s rage. “I’ll kill them.”

“You’d be doing me a favour.” Selina wrinkled her nose as she thought of those mangy mutts. The number of times she’d almost lost a cat to them—she should have kicked them out months ago.

“Hey!” Harley growled as she entered the room holding a tray laden with food. She was dressed as a sexy nurse, though that didn’t make her glare any less intimidating as she stomped her foot. “Stop being mean to my babies!”

Selina rubbed her forehead. By now, she should be used to Harley’s level of chaos and nonsense, but somehow the woman continued to surprise her. At least the soup looked decent. “Did you really need the outfit?”

Holding the tray in one hand, Harley arched her back and jutted her hip as she mimicked a pin up poster. “Of course! It’s part of the care package!” She blew a kiss to Ivy. “Don’t you just love it?”

Not caring a wit about the fanservice, Ivy’s expression grew colder than the tundra. “Pick one of them to die or they all will.”

“Neither!” Harley carefully set the soup down on her side table before turning to Ivy. She bent forward and poked her sick friend on the cheek. “I’ll take good care of you in exchange.”

“You’d have to do that anyways!” Ivy swatted her hand away, her scowl only increasing in intensity. “This happened because of you.”

“She has a point, you know.” Selina crossed her arms and leaned against the wall, more than content to just watch the show instead of participating. “We had a deal. Your hyenas are supposed to stay in the basement.”

“They do!” Harley pouted, puffing her cheeks as she glanced up at Selina. “I was only taking them out for a walkie.”

If Harley intended for that to be reassuring, it was the exact opposite. Selina groaned and closed her eyes. There were enough eyes on their shared residence without the hyenas as is. “Oh, so I should expect more missing pet flyers? These things are a nuisance.”

“They’re not things, they’re family.” Between the pig-tails and the pout, Harley was akin to a sulking toddler. Sometimes Selina couldn’t believe that she had a degree and keen intuition. “They just get hungry sometimes but they know better than to mess with you. Or your cats.”

“Oh, and is that why they tackled me?” Ivy asked, her smile as sharp as a razor blade at the slight. “Food? They think I’m weak?”

“They just bumped into you! It’s not their fault you were holding poison. And it didn’t just splash on you, it hit them!” Harley huffed, crossing her arms. She turned up her nose. “Maybe you should be more careful.”

Ivy’s voice dropped dangerously low. “Are you blaming me?”

Selina could practically feel the vines crawling through the pipes and concrete. She groaned. “Don’t break the place, I just finished paying for it.”

“My plants are hungry.” Ivy pushed her hair out of her face, steeling herself as she tried to get up. “Maybe I should give them a snack.”

Harley grabbed her shoulders and firmly pushed her down. “You’re still sick and stop saying that!”

At this rate, Selina was going to get a headache. Or become homeless. It was time to step in. Slowly, she approached the struggling pair. “Harley.” She rested her hand on her shoulder, squeezing it tightly. Just enough that the threat was there. “Next time, the hyenas are gone.”

Harley glanced at her, then looked away. “Fineeee.”

“Great.” Selina turned to Ivy and tried not to smirk. Maybe she should take a picture later, for blackmail. “It’s too late to go back to your room, just live with it.”

Ivy’s frown deepened, as though she heard Selina’s thoughts. “I—” she protested.

Harley cut her off. “If you want to leave, I have to feed you.”

“Huh?” Flabbergasted, Ivy stared at her.

Harley picked up a spoon. She smiled deviously. “Should I pretend this is a train? Or maybe a bee coming to pollinate?”

“…fuck you.” Ivy snatched the spoon.

“Great, we have a deal! I’ll go get a cooling pack.” Harley sprang to her feet. Blowing another kiss, she spun on her heel and skipped out of the room. “Just you wait, I have great patient care.”

“Fifty bucks says she kills you,” Selina said the second Harley disappeared.

“It’s not a bet if we’re both on the same side.” Ivy tucked her hair behind her ear and took a careful sip of the soup. “Huh, not bad.”

“So she really can cook.” Selina shook her head. Was it something Harley had picked up after she’d changed, or was it something a lonely psychiatrist had learned after pulling long shifts? “It’s not poisoned?”

“Probably not.” Ivy took another spoonful. She closed her eyes as she swallowed, as though absorbing information on it. Maybe she could; Selina never fully understood her meta abilities with plants and their poisons. “It’s fine.”

“Maybe I should bet she’ll actually heal you.” Selina reached forward, pressing a hand to Ivy’s neck. “Your fever doesn’t seem that high and if you can talk and eat like that, I guess that other poison didn’t actually hurt you that much.”

Ivy stiffened under her touch and Selina recoiled. They stared at each other for a long moment before Selina looked away. “Force of habit,” she muttered in lieu of an apology.

“Habit?” Ivy lightly touched her neck.

“That…it’s an old memory.” Selina clenched her hand. A very old memory. It had been years since she’d let herself think of her childhood on the streets, even longer since she let herself think of Maggie and Holly and how they used to be.

Ivy studied her before changing the topic. It was oddly tactful of her. “The poison was just a paralysis.”

“But you can move?”

“Barely.” Ivy flopped back on the bed, her hair spreading around her. “I doubt I could actually make it back to my room.”

“And here you were trying to act so strong.” Selina snickered. Maybe she should have let Ivy try, if only to see her flop off the bed and stumble down the hall. “I’ll get you a Tylenol.”

Ivy scowled. “I don’t need any medicine. It’s not like they work on me anyways.”

“That’s why you don’t turn your blood into a pharmacy cocktail,” Selina muttered, rolling her eyes. “Then I’ll just grab one for myself. If I have to keep dealing with your weird foreplay, I’ll need it.”

As she left, she dodged the plush piranha Ivy hurled. “You really are doing better,” Selina teased before disappearing down the hall.

In the distance, she could hear several small thuds as Harley got her care supplies. Clearly, she was going after more than just a cooling pack, and Selina was both scared and curious to find out what it was. Either way, she’d have to especially make sure she didn’t get sick after this. With Ivy’s vindictive personality, Selina would suffer two-fold in Harley’s hands.

A soft nudge shook her out of her stupor. Selina peeked down to find Alexander, a calico tom, brushing against her as she walked. She chuckled, reaching down to give him a good head rub before entering her bedroom.

Perhaps it was because she had worn a costume for years now, whether it was for good or evil, but Selina had a well-stocked medicine cabinet that could rival a drug store. Amidst ordinary painkillers and bandages, there were black market drugs to cover any niche injury. Selina’s finger brushed against each bottle as she checked for more over-the-counter solution.

The first one on the second row froze her.

With shaky fingers, she pulled it out and stared at it. A baby’s cough medicine. Grape flavoured. Only a third of it used. The bottle was brown.

Selina should have tossed it long ago. She should toss it now.

She wasn’t quite ready to let go of that dream, of her daughter returning home.

Pressing her forehead against the cabinet, Selina sighed. Ivy wasn’t the only one vulnerable tonight, it seemed. This wasn’t the time or place for these thoughts. They certainly weren’t the right people to have these thoughts around. Even now, Harley and Ivy still tried to pry into her relationship with Gotham’s protectors, hoping to extract the valuable secret identities she carefully guarded.

Who knew what they’d do if they found out about her daughter or her sister or any of the people Selina had stepped on to get to where she was now?

“This is stupid,” Selina muttered to herself as she returned to Harley’s room. She’d just make sure Ivy was alive, that Harley wasn’t up to no good, and then she’d retire for the day. It had been a trying couple of hours. She’d earned a rest.

“Are you seriously staying all night?” Ivy snarled.

A rest she was definitely not going to get. Selina braced herself as she entered Harley’s room. As expected, Ivy was still lying on the bed, though now with a neon blue ice-pack on her forehead. Her hands kept reaching it, trying to tear it off, but Harley kept swatting them back down.

Harley sniffed. “I have to, you’re too stubborn to heal up otherwise.”

The surprise was Harley. As usual. Perched on the bed right next to Ivy, she wrapped an arm around Ivy’s shoulders to hold her in place. The bowl of soup next to her was half-finished, so Selina didn’t have to worry if Ivy would starve tonight. On Ivy’s knees, a laptop perched precariously.

Noticing her return, Harley waved. “You’re back!”

“I thought I should keep the house in one piece,” Selina drawled, glancing at Ivy. “Ivy too, I guess.”

“Like you’d last ten minutes with just her,” Ivy scoffed, not buying the bluff.

“We’re watching a movie,” Harley interrupted, grinning. “Wanna join?”

“I…” Selina pursed her lips, her excuse on the tip of her tongue.

“Please?” Harley begged, batting her eyes. “With a cherry on top.”

“If you leave me alone with her, I’ll kill you.” Ivy crossed her arms as she leaned back, accepting her fate. “Sit on the bed but don’t get too comfortable. The second it’s done, you’re both out.”

“Comfortable?” Selina laughed, slipping into the empty space. “Like a cactus like you would let me.”

She didn’t need the reminder. She already knew better. The moment Selina got comfortable with them, the moment she spilled her secrets, these quiet moments would come to an end.

And she wasn’t sure if she was ready for that.

[justrandomfanfictionskh]

A Blue Brid and a Black Cat pt 13

(Selina decides that Marinette would be better as the Cat than Adrien. Five years, later Dick is very confused about this Lady Noire)

ao3 Beginning Previous

A great cheer echoed through the Scarlet Scar Bar, as the Gotham Sirens toasted Marinette’s successful second first mission as Ladybug. There was no one to witness their joy except for two passed out drunks, a tired bartender, and a few rats, but the energy of the four costumed Ladies in the corner booth was enough to make the place feal as if it was the busiest joint in the whole city.

“To Lady Noire!” Harley cried with her arm around Ivy, glass high in the air. “For taking ass and kicking names!”

“I did not take ass,” Lady Noire said with a role of her eyes.

“Oh really?” Ivy said after knocking back a shot. “Then what’s this I hear about a certain Blue Bird chasing a Black Cat through the Bat Cave?”

Lady Noire was grateful that her mask hid her blush as she knocked back her own shot. Ever since she had transformed into Ladybug, maintaining her masks had become...challenging and now her Marinette was showing. She had to be careful if she didn't want to spiral. But all she said to Ivy was, “He’s not interested.”

“Oh, yes he is!” Catwoman purred. “You should have seen him this morning. Raving about Ladybug, pining for Lady Noire, he asked about you three times when I told him I was meeting tonight.”

“Oooh!” Harley cried halfway on the table. “The kitten has caught her first bird! Like mother like daughter!”

Now Lady Noire was hiding her blush in her glass for a completely different reason. The two felines had never had the “labels” talk. They had been so much for each other over the years, it was almost impossible to sum up everything into a simple word. Not to mention the fact that Selina was different things depending on which mask Marinette was wearing. How did she even begin to categorize their five years of friendship, mentorship, love, support, and care? Lady Noire glanced at Cat Woman trying to gauge her reaction, but she was only smiling with love and pride as she sipped her own drink.

“So,” Catwoman said, “What happens now?”

“Mm,” Lady Noire said leaning back, “Now I alternate between masks until I find my counterpart. According to the Masters when one manifest soul is born, so is their balance. Which means somewhere out there in the world, is another fluid soul balanced between Order and Chaos, just like me.”

“And then?” Ivy asked.

“Who cares?!” Harley cried at the top of her lungs. “We’re celebrating! The Cat has caught the Bat. The Kitten is leaving the nest. The Bug is back and causing chaos. And we are having fun! The only thing that can make this night any better…is…is if we beat up the Joker! Hell yeah, who’s with me?!”

“Harley you’re drunk,” Catwoman said fondly.

“No, I’m not!” Harley cried.

“She hasn’t even finished her first glass,” Ivy pointed out. The other three Sirens watched in amusement as Harley began to dance around the bar to music only she could hear.

Lady Noire laughed. The lightness that came with the chaos energy swirling within her made everything bright and cheerful. And the women who were surrounding her made the energy sing with joy. There was so much potential for chaos here, that Lady Noire was practically itching. But there was still the order. The weight of creation was still resting in her heart, grounding the flighty and wantonness of the destruction and creating…peace. For the first time in almost ten years, Lady Noire was at peace.

Not all of her problems were solved. Her identity was still splintered into half a dozen masks, that she had no idea how to bring together. There was still the threat on the horizon coming steadily closer and closer. And the League of Assassins was just waiting for her to mess up and fall into one of their traps. But in that moment…in that moment it didn’t matter because she was balanced, and surrounded by the people she loved. Everything else could wait.

“You know what,” Lady Noire said setting down he glass, “We should do something.”

Harley gasped in excitement, but Ivy was quick to say, “We are not breaking into Arkham to beat up the Joker!” Harley pouted but smiled as she slunk into her girlfriend’s arms with a giggle.

“Hmm,” Catwoman purred, “Well, I might have an idea. But you all have to promise to be on your best behavior.”

“Never, what ’cha a got kitty cat?” Harley cried.

Nightwing gritted his teeth as the windowless van pulled up in front of the run-down apartment building. He hadn’t even been back a day before Batman had called them all to order with news of a human trafficking ring operating near the harbor. Now as much he loved electrocuting slavers until their teeth shattered, he hated the aftermath. The broken kids, most of them Damian’s age, staring at nothing, refusing to cry. The hollowed-out girls who flinched when they were touched. No one should have to endure that torture, so while he was looking forward to beating the crap out of the scum, he was not eager for the horrors they would see afterwards.

“The target just pulled up, they're unloading their latest victims now. Standing by for orders.”

“Red Hood in position. B are you sure I can’t use the real bullets for this one?”

“Only in Crime Alley,” came the gruff response through the comms. “Everyone check in.”

“Spoiler standing by. And for the record, I’m with Hood. Oh yeah, Orphan’s with me.”

“Robin in position. And they are right, Father. These animals do not deserve the air they are polluting with their mere existence.”

“Wow! Demon spawn agreeing with Hood. Never thought I’d see the day! Oh, Red Robin standing by.”

“Catwoman in position.” A silky voice spoke through the comms causing everyone to jump.

“What?” Hood exclaimed before.

“I’m heeere! Batsy! Did you miss me?” The too loud voice of Harley Quinn echoed through the comms setting Nightwing’s ear ringing as Batman growled,

“Harley how are you on this channel?”

“Catwoman invited us,” Ivy said coolly, as unseen as the others. “She said you were having a party and invited us.”

“This is not a party,” Robin snarled. “This is a mission.”

“You’re raiding a human trafficking ring correct?” Catwoman purred from somewhere in the night, probably near Batman.

“Yes,” Red Robin said slowly.

“So we get to kick sickos in the nuts!” Harley cried.

“I guess?” Spoiler said hesitatingly.

“Sounds like a party to me!”

“GEEZE!” Nightwing yelped and he spun to see Lady Noire leaning casually against the roof’s railing with a sly smile. Her braid swished lazily as her feline eyes watched him in amusement. “What the hell? Don’t sneak up on me like that!”

“You should be more aware of you surroundings Blue Bird,” Lady Noire said walking slowly to crouch beside him. “So I heard you met Ladybug, how’d you like her?”

“Um,” Nightwing said confused by her too knowing smile and laughing eyes, “She was very impressive. Why have you talked to her?”

“Only briefly,” she said her grin stretching, as she sung under her breath, “Hey! Macarena!”

Nightwing groaned, but before he could snipe back, Batman growled through the comms, “I’m going to only ask this one more time. What are you doing here?”

“Calm down Batsy, we’re celebrating!” Harley cried.

“Celebrating?” Red Robin said skeptically. “By joining a raid?”

“What exactly are you celebrating, and why wasn’t I invited?” Red Hood almost yelled through the comms.

“Today,” Lady Noire said gently, and Nightwing had to do a double take as she continued, “Is the five year anniversary of me taking the Black Cat Miraculous, and Catwoman becoming my mentor. We went out for drinks, and now we’re here to cause some chaos. Want to join?”

“This is our raid!” Robin growled.

“And we will be happy for the assistance Baby Bat,” Ivy said as Robin hissed.

But Nightwing wasn’t paying attention. Something had happened to Lady Noire in the moment she had been speaking. The nostalgia of the anniversary must have gotten to her, because her face had transformed from predatory glee into something soft and gentle. It was strange on the usually carefree and wild woman, but Nightwing thought it suited her. As if it was glimpse behind the mask she to the real her, like the glimpse he had gotten that morning after the gala. He studied her and then furrowed his brow in confusion.

Lady Noire must have sensed his gaze, because she turned to face him with casual curiosity. “What?” she asked as her braid flicked.

“When did you change your costume?” he asked.

She blinked, and Nightwing was startled to see the flash of surprise and confusion catch on her face. “What?” she said as she shot up and began examining her suit.

Nightwing tilted his head in confusion and then pointed, “You’re shoulder poldrons. Those are new right? When did you get them?”

Lady Noire blinked as she stared at the new pieces of armor. They were black but lined in green, like how Ladybug's were lined in red. She seemed as baffled as him, which only confused Nightwing more. But before she could explain, a new voice broke over the comms.

“Not that this isn’t fun or anything,” Oracle said with some obvious exasperation. “But the boss just finished examining his ‘merchandise.’” She audiblely shivered in disgust, and Nightwing felt like following suit, as she continued. “I suggest you incorporate the Sirens into the plan B, cause its now or never, he’s about to leave.”

“Very well,” Batman said betraying no emotion, except a vague sense of frustration. “Ivy keep anyone from escaping. Harley stay with Hood. Catwoman with me. Lady Noire with Nightwing. No killing!”

“Not even a little bit Batsy?” Harley wined.

“No killing,” Batman growled even firmer than before.

“You do realize, you just put Red Hood and Harley Quinn on the same team,” Spoiler said, her devilish smile evident in her voice. “Right Bats?”

There was a pregnant pause before, Red Hood shouted, “No take backs! Everyone, move in!”

“WOOHOO!” Harley yelled, and Nightwing saw two figures in red and black charge into the building. Batman cursed as Catwoman and Ivy cackled, but they charged in all the same. Nightwing turned to Lady Noire and smiled. She was laughing softly, her posture gentle and relaxed like she had been when she had curled up against Selina during movie night. He wondered if she had changed personas again, or if this was just that other person leaking through. He hadn’t asked what to call that other mask he had seen during their movie night, or if it really was a mask. But now wasn’t the time to ask.

Instead he just gave a light bow and gestured to the building. “After you Black Cat.”

“Thank you, Blue Bird.” She said her mischievous smile returning was she used her magical staff to propel herself off of the roof. Nightwing watched her for a second before smiling softly and following. Tonight, might have just ended up better than he was expecting.

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Behind Masks (Dr. Jonathon Crane x OC) Ch. 19: Dig Deeper

(Warning: Intense gore near the end)

“So you scammed his mother’s necklace?”

Selina smirks triumphantly and leans up against the wall. “Like taking candy from a rich crippled baby.”

My jaw drops. “Crippled?”

“Yeah. He walks with a cane.”

How did I miss that? I literally just had dinner with Bruce last week! This whole killing spree’s starting to go to my head. Tonight is another girl’s night and the chosen location is Ivy’s hideout at the plant nursery.

“So are you going to cash them in?” I ask. 

“No. They’ve actually grown on me,” she replies and toys with the pearls around her neck. “Part of me feels troubled about taking them. He’s actually kinda sweet for a rich guy.”

Hm. Selina is not the first person I thought would lower her guard.

Harley gasps and twirls around in the swivel chair. “Aw! You like him!”

Ivy rolls her eyes. “Not every story needs to involve romance, Harl.”

I keep quiet. Why did this subject have to come up again? I should’ve known. I can keep up a charade so people don’t know who the Reaper is, but can I convince people that I loathe the idea of love? No matter how hard I try it’s the same routine every time. Tricking myself to accept love, growing hope that it might last, and ending with fear of getting in too deep.

"Ya alright hun?” Harley notices my lack of chatter.

“Yes. I’m merely comparing the state of being in love to that of being deranged. The symptoms mirror each other.” Your mental state clearly proves that. “And now that crime has spiked we’re forced to witness madness on a daily basis. Before asylums, deranged people were kept in almshouses or in jail. Insane asylums were officially established by King George III, the first one being Bethlem Royal Hospital in London in 1247.”

Oh no. Not another rant! But I can’t stop.

“Before the 1774 Madhouse Act, non-licensed practitioners treated patients with little regard to their well-being. Asylums became popular by the 1880s, designed to cure patients with moral treatment but instead ended up becoming like small towns for the insane. Before moral treatment, the methods that doctors throughout the 1800s thought that the methods that could cure insanity were completely unethical. Restraints, isolation, electroshock therapy, ice baths, and lobotomies.”

Harley’s head perks up at the mention of such practices. For the past five minutes the three women’s eyes have glazed over. This is what Crane must have felt like when he used to teach.

Catwoman picks at her nails and gives me an odd look. “Squarely, you sound just like Crane. Blabbing on like an absent-minded professor.”

I’m not the only one who noticed.

“I remember how twisted the system was,” Harley inputs. “With all the movements to shut down asylums through neuroleptic medication and patient rights advocates, it’s a wonder how Arkham is still running. It’s more of a jail now than a hospital.”

Good. The conversation is drifting elsewhere. “You would know. How many times have you escaped? Twelve?”

“Thirteen, actually.” The blonde grins. “Lucky number, am I right?”

Selina isn’t convinced and points to me. “What’s crazy is that you and Crane used to work in that nuthouse too. How’d you do it?”

Good question. It’s almost hilarious to think about how naïve and eager I was to help back then. To think that being a good person could get me anywhere in the world. Eight years. Eight crazy years and all I have to show for it is a bloodstained soul.

“His motive was experimentation,” I explain. “Mine was foolishness. But it was time that I took a page out of Crane’s book and remembered how twisted Gotham is.”

“Aw, come on! We’re not all that bad.” Harley nudges me.

Ivy scoffs. “No offense Harl, but you literally turned into a maniac after working with that berserk clown.”

She shrugs. “It’s just a joke.”

“He kills people at random,” I argue. “How can you still love him?”

She’s getting angry. “What about you and Johnny boy? He makes people go crazy and you still love him.”

I raise my own voice. “That’s-!” Different? 

Have I really fallen in love with a psycho? No. I- I can’t… All the same routine…

“Don’t kid yourself, honey.” Ivy gently pats my back. “You're head over heels for that creep.”

“He’s not a creep, I-”

“See? You always defend him,” Selina points out. “You love him.”

“Says the one putting the moves on Batman!” I bite back.

“My catch is a vigilante. Harley’s is a maniac. Yours is a mad scientist.”

All assortments of thoughts, teasing, and criticism rage inside my head. I thought I was good, now I’m bad. After everything I didn’t think anything would penetrate my quest for justice. Am I even capable of love? 

Now Ivy joins in. “I still don’t know how you put up with that weirdo.”

“At least Batman’s got a good side,” Selina says.

I set my jaw straight. “So does Dr. Crane, if you dig deep enough.”

“You’re sounding more brainwashed every time I see you.” Ivy shakes her head.

It’s not brainwashing! Hell, how would Crane even do that? The most we see of each other is once a month at best. And despite his recent actions to compliment me I doubt there is any part of him that would care for me, let alone love me. We’re both damaged. He has his phobias to study, I have sinners to punish. 

But my argument is a lost cause. These women won’t change their minds about me.

“Well ladies, it’s been fun. But I have to get going.”

I should find others who wouldn’t mock my ways of thinking but they’re the closest thing to a friend group I have. The only one who might understand is Jonathon but he is clearly off the list. Besides, there are many more important things to stress over. Such as the rumor of the League of Shadows returning.

“Hello hello,” a voice taunts next to me.

I groan and look away from the orchestra concert. “What do you want? I’m trying to work.”

Tonight’s performance is hosting for a guest list of rich bureaucrats. I did a little computer work and concocted a list of targets attending. Little do they know that this concert will be their own finale.

Of course the variable I do not account for is the pop-in from Dr. Crane.

“I just happened to be passing by and thought this could provide some entertainment.” He smirks and looks around at the venue. “Quite impressive. You’re upscaling to mass genocide now.”

I rise from my seat and stiffly walk to the back of the theater with Crane in tow. Never mix work with emotions, Prentiss. Just focus on pressing that button.

“It’s efficient. Now if you’ll excuse me- Hey!”

Dr. Crane gently pulls on my arm and makes me come to a halt. His playful expression has shifted to one of concern, one that keeps scanning my arms.

“You’re wearing long sleeves.”

“Brilliant observation, Sherlock.”

“I mean you’ve been wearing long sleeves far more often than usual. Any reason why?”

I meet his crystal eyes with a sarcastic glare. “It’s to cover up another sunburn.”

He shakes his head, his eyes never shifting away. “No. There’s more to it.”

My heart backflips as his hands inch down to grab my black satin sleeves and pull them up, caressing my marked skin as he pulls the fabric away. The secret I’ve been hiding. It’s on perfect display now. 

Crane doesn’t say anything right away. His jaw drops slightly and he keeps running his surprisingly soft hands over my bruises and scars. 

He finally speaks. “What happened?”

That tone sells it. On my end it sounds heartbreaking and full of sympathy. On a mugger’s end it might sound as if Crane would find them and kill them on the spot. 

“A few fights,” I whisper.

He continues to examine my wounds. “With who?”

I use a casual tone in attempts to downplay the matter. “Some alley thugs. Some rich bastards who took me on ‘dates.’”

I can handle pain from these wounds. But the look of hidden anger, jealousy, and panic in those ocean eyes is something that clenches my heart and chills me to the bone.

“Dates?” Crane asks.

I shake my head and look to the sky. “The things I do for revenge. I go on dates with the people I’m stalking to help further my plans.”

“At this cost? To let them do this to your gorgeously toned arms?”

Since when does Jonathon care so much about me being hurt? This is Gotham. Pain is a constant here. If anything the mental pain of fear is far more brutal than any cut I receive.

“It’s the scars on the inside that define me, Dr. Crane.” I want to pull away from his touch but my feet keep cemented to the floor. “Sacrificing myself to those people’s cruelty will be worth seeing their petrified faces when I strike the fatal blow.”

He catches onto something. “What’s that?”

A wicked smile grows on my face and I jerk my head to the sprinkler system above us. “My own experiment, Dr. Crane. When I press a button, a mist will be released into the crowd. That mist reacts with the tear ducts to form freshwater tears that evaporate at a faster rate.”

“Ah, I see. They won’t be able to close their eyes without discomfort.”

“You try sleeping with your eyes open,” I snicker. “Once I’ve witnessed the effects I’m going to end their suffering with a quick cut to the throat.”

“I guess we both came here with similar motives,” Crane smiles, still holding my arm.

I frown. “Hm?”

“Look up.”

What is he-? Oh. 

“Ah. The air vents. I should have guessed. Should I be concerned?”

Crane keeps staring at the ceiling and tilts his head in consideration. “Possibly. You may not be immune to this new dose. As usual I must ask you to inform me of any side effects you encounter.”

He means it. I might see those glowing eyes again! I could die. After all this he’s still heartless enough to poison me. 

“Actually…” He rethinks something and suddenly pulls me away to the lobby. 

“What are you doing-?”

“Just shut up!” Crane barks. “Don’t ask, just- Keep walking.”

So he does feel guilty. The same way I feel when the scattered thought of using my scythe on him passes by. We’re two villains at a standstill, circling closer and closer until we collide and die. In a way this is very sweet of him.

If only the sleazy man in the tux wasn’t waiting in a car outside.

Crane sees he’s expecting me and demands an answer. “How many dates have you planned? Who is he?”

The sight of him makes me want to gag. Now that I’ve been exposed to more gentlemanly behavior the idea of plunging back into a fake date seems dreadful. Is it so wrong to want to stay with Jonathon and forget about it?

“He- He’s Alexander Remmington,” I whisper and show him the knife I’ve hidden in my dress skirt. “A womanizer who’s cheated on his wife more times than I can count. I’m supposed to cut out his heart and leave his corpse on his front doorstep.”

He sees us looking. Please don’t- He’s walking over. No no! I don’t want this anymore. I want to get away from this place and-

“Hey babydoll.” The man holds out a hand. “Ready to go?”

“Actually she’s going to be staying in tonight,” Dr. Crane asserts sternly and tightens his grip on my hand.

My nerves clench. “Stay out of this-”

“Oh really?” Remington asks cockily and reaches to grab me again. “Nonsense. Let’s go.”

“I-”

He gives my arm a sharp tug and pushes me towards his car. “Get. In.”

“She’s not going anywhere with you.”

Crane puts a protective arm across me and stands between us. Remington sees it as a joke.

“Oh! I see I’ve got competition, four-eyes.”

The fear doctor’s gaze doesn’t falter. “How original. A rich man with a brain the size of a pebble mocking a doctor.”

“Jonathon, please stay out of this-” I beg and try to pull him away.

“Oh-ho! So this is the illedged Scarecrow?” Remington mocks. “And he likes my night’s squeeze! Well, pleased to meet you Doctor Crane- Ah!”

All in a flash Crane pulls out my knife and backs Remmington up against the wall with the blade to his throat. What the Hell is happening?!

“Since this night is going to end in your death anyway, I’ll do it myself.”

He plunges the knife into Remmington’s chest and gives it a stiff twist. The victim howls in pain and his legs buckle, but Crane doesn’t let him fall. Instead he pushes the blade in and out until I swear he’s carved a hole in Remmington’s abdomen. He’s not really going to- Oh. He is. Crane drops the knife and sticks his hand into the wound, pulling out a bloody red heart. Blood spills from the organ and drips onto Crane’s jacket but he merely wipes it away as if it were spit. The gash in Remmington’s chest gushes more blood as he crumples to the floor. Dr. Crane glares down at his corpse and tosses the heart on him. 

What just happened?

“If you’re going to kill them why not do it without subjecting yourself to them?” he asks after a moment of silence, cleaning the blood off of his glasses.

I finally find my voice. “You know exactly how my job works. I’m the black widow of dates! But that- I don’t understand.”

You say one thing but act the complete opposite. You say you couldn’t care less if I live or die yet you look as if you’ll murder any guy who looks at me the wrong way. You did murder the guy who looked at me the wrong way!

“Should I have just let you go, then? Let him abuse you until you bleed and cut his throat?”

We’re both trying to shout and keep angry but it’s not sticking. He’s trying to reach for my hand but I back away. Every inch of my skin is on fire and pairs with the churning in my stomach. Almost like it’s telling me I want… What is happening to me? 

“Maybe I deserve it.”

It’s barely audible. A smidgen of a whisper that drifts through the city noise. But he still hears it. Jonathan’s stern face flickers to show a look of pitied shock.

“Is that why you allow it?” he murmurs, still trying to get closer. “Calico, you can’t-”

“The Hell I can’t!” I snap and jump back, quickly bending down to grab my knife. “I blame myself because I’m the only one to blame. I see it now. All this time I’ve been blaming Gotham for me doing… this. But skin deep I was already a monster in the making. Everything, everything has been adding to this.” My lip trembles and I brandish the knife to keep him away. “This is how it is. Until I’m caught or God strikes me down Himself. Now please leave me alone.”

Run. Run. Run! It’s amazing how far one can get in heels. Soon I'm out of breath and hiding in a gloomy alley, my once-glamourous dress tattered and muddy. I’ve got to get out of here- Somewhere safe. He’ll just come looking at my apartment. I need to crash somewhere else-

Hopefully Selina won’t mind if a familiar stray spends the night.

[sheep33hallow]

Piercing CH 10

Rating G

Pre-SuperBat, drabble, Past Mpreg, Past Selina/Bruce

____

Whenever Bruce is questioned by the media on his dating or marriage status, he always says he’s someone’s second spouse, and until he’s going to raise his kids until said spouse shows up. 

He’s always said it as a joke. He never believed his own words, because the thought of writing up such an iron clad prenup, along with making sure his children have his home made the idea of getting married sound exhausting. 

He was happy, and content, but also busy. 

Too busy. 

It would take someone more insane than him to keep up with him, and that person didn’t exist. So, he’ll continue to say what he’s been saying. 

He’s someone’s second spouse. 

_________

When he first meets Jon, he can’t help but sniff the top of his head. He’s three months old, and his youngest are one, having recently lost their infant smell. He did not realize how much he would miss it. 

They’re sitting in the nursery, Helena, and Terry are napping in their play pin, while they sit on the floor together. Bruce lays against a huge snorlax, Dick got him as a gift, but he’s ended up using more than Bruce since he likes to stare at the twins. 

They’re the first babies in the manor! Dick says. 

These two were not made on purpose. He’s shared many heats with Selena throughout the years, yet last year seemed to be when the stars aligned, and deemed him ready to produce. 

He’s grateful to have had them later in life. He could not have imagined doing this with just Alfred with him. Now with the boys, and even members of the Justice League coming by, and also the occasional Harley Quinn and Ivy since they’re half criminal, is what Harley calls them. 

He sniffs Jon’s head again. 

“It almost makes me want to have another one.” Bruce kisses the top of his head. 

“That’s not what Lois is saying.” Clark chuckles. “She’s feeling overwhelmed.” 

Bruce rocks Jon a bit. He hums in response. “Well, hire a nanny.” 

“Ma is staying with us. I don’t think I can afford a nanny.” 

“But you think you can afford daycare?” Bruce snorts. 

“I don’t have to pay daycare insurance.” 

“Hmm, you might if he has your laser eyes, and strength.” 

Clark reaches out, and takes one of Bruce’s feet, and places it on his lap. He massages it, making Bruce let out a high pitched hum of appreciation. “Don’t remind me.” Clark says. “Think the Justice League would see up a daycare?” Clark jokes. 

“We all adopt teens, or have human babies. Well unlike Dina and Oliver’s daughter who’s nursery windows are made of plexiglass.” He shoves his other foot onto Clark’s lap. “You’ll be fine, Clark. Your human parents did well with you. Half- Kyprtonian should be child’s play.” 

Clark gives him a small smile. 

“What?” Bruce says with his own smile. 

Clark shrugs. “You know it would be nice to see you pregnant again.” Bringing up Bruce’s earlier comment. 

Bruce starts to laugh, then catches himself from being too loud. “Go say those things to your wife, farm boy.”

______

When the twins are ten, they find out about Damien. 

Selena is sitting at the table with him, while the twins are outside with Damien, and Jon. Terry didn’t take too kindly to having his youngest status taken from him, and he and Damien have been fighting since he’s come to live with them. 

Damien has been winning the fights, but not without his own bruises. Harley begged for god mother status, so the twins know how to fight dirty. Much to Bruce’s chagrin. 

Jason is outside with them to keep watch, though Bruce thinks he’s outside more for entertainment than to keep the peace. 

“When you have such a straight laced Alpha who follows you around like a puppy, I don’t see why you’re always dipping your toes into Arkham Asylum.” Selena says. She whispers a thank you to Alfred when he hands her her tea. 

“Clark is married.” 

“You’re the one always talking about second spouse, and all that.” She takes a sip, moans at the flavor, giving Alfred a thumbs up. 

He nods his head toward her. 

“To the media. I don’t believe in marriage.”

Alfred, who has turned around to make sandwiches for them, snorts. 

“I heard that.” 

“I wasn’t trying to be subtle.” Alfred counters. 

Bruce sighs. “She visited a little bit after the twins were born.” Then narrows his eyes at Selena. “And you weren’t the most cozy person to be around then.” 

Selena has no shame. She gives him a cheshire grin as he continues to speak. 

“And I needed some comfort.” 

“And she got pregnant.” Said Selena. 

“And she hid it for nine years until it felt best for her to tell me.” He looks outside the window. Damien’s tan skin glows beautifully next to the ghostly pale children he had with Selena. Helena is currently a model for a few luxury brands, while Terry has gotten into dirt biking. His first tournament was last year, and since then he’s been placing in the top five each time. He’s often hanging around Lucius, learning the in’s and outs of building his own bike at some point. 

Helena doesn’t speak much. She prefers the indoors, she’s currently getting into gardening as well. He had to have a talk with Pamela when Helena asked if she could learn from her. 

Ivy promised she’d be careful, that nothing that talks or moves on its own would be taught. 

Yet. 

Bruce chose to ignore what she left unsaid. 

Selena scoffed. “As if you’re not happy to have another one of you roaming around.” 

Bruce didn’t deny it. 

“Also Talia is a nice pick, but I'd go for an alien. Ya know. To spice it up.” She smirks into her sip. 

Bruce ignores hers. Taking this opportunity to tell her about the kids upcoming events. 

[batbusiness-schooldropout]

Later, Bruce is Trying to Make Sense of It All

Bruce: Dick, Barbara, Cassandra, and Stephanie are all confirmed to be having Girl's Night.

Damian: More like Girl's Month.

Alfred: I honestly thought Master Jason would've the first man invited. Quite unexpected

Bruce: Selina was supposed to have arrived home by now, so we can reasonably assume she's with them as well. Harper and Harley were both with the group but returned to Gotham this morning.

Damian: Should be a simple matter to get answers out of one of them.

Bruce: Most likely Harley. Without Ivy, she's more easily persuaded.

Damian: You don't mean-

Bruce: I'm sorry, but we need answers quickly. You'll have to do your Sad Child Act. Back on topic. Duke tells me that he's staying out of whatever the girls are doing.

Damian: He is the most intelligent son you've adopted

Bruce: And Jason is mother henning the new detox center

Alfred: It's rather drafty in this glass house. Sir, did you happen to throw anything recently?

Bruce: That just leaves Tim. We know that he's not the meta from Central City. There's concrete evidence that he was in Wayne Towers during the incident.

Damian: Where exactly is Drake now?

Bruce: Unknown. According to Janice, Tim received a phone call while walking into the Towers three days ago. He appeared confused and stressed during the call. Immediately after hanging up, he walked back out.

Also, Alfred, the draft was Clark inviting himself down here. Again.

Clark: John was right. You do have a Bat-Rumspringa problem

Bruce: Can I help you, Clark?

Clark: Have you looked at the news today? Or any current media?

Bruce: Not yet.

Clark: Just open up Twitter real quick for me

Bruce:......

Clark: It's a prank, right? It has to be a prank. A crazed internet theory that they're entertaining out of boredom? There's no physical way-

Damian: What is it?

Bruce: Knowing those two, we can't rule out the possibility that they're being honest

Damian: Honest about what?

Clark: But how would that even-

Bruce: Don't think about it. Seriously. Don't. If this is a prank, we need to give an undesirable response. If they're being honest, then we need to be supportive. And ground them for 18 years for having us find out this way.

Damian: Who is they!?

Clark: So what? Are you of all people suggesting that we ask for the truth upfront and genuinely express our feelings about this whole mess?

Bruce: Yes

Alfred: Well. Now that we've gotten that all sorted out, I believe cigars are traditional?

Back at the Girl's Night Subplot

Tim: Ok Oracle just called and said that we need Bruce Wayne to have some plausible deniablilty about some currently illegal activities and Batman needs to either be chill about two new metas or be kept far away from whatever the girls are doing.

Jason: So he needs to be kept-

Tim:-away from the case. At least for now. If O's plan is what I think it is, it'll be beneficial to have Batman involved in the final stages.

Jason: How are we going to keep the old man from trying to figure out what his favorites are up to?

Tim: How do you feel about being a hostage?

Jason: How do you feel having both eyebrows?

Tim: It was just a question. Calm down, asshole.

Jason: Yeah, yeah. What about you, me, and the baby bat started just hanging out? That'll grab his attention

Tim: Elegant in its simplicity, but it might be too obvious a plot. Barbara said she knows I won't fail her, so it's got to be good. What if we both decided to be villains and started a terf war?

Jason: It has promise, but risks too much collateral damage this early on.

Tim: Right. We don't know how long we'll need to keep B distracted

Jason: Let's put that before calling Talia, but after a pregnancy scare

Tim:.....I need to call someone

Jason: Timmy, if you got someone pregnant, I will end you!

Tim: Shut up! I'm on the phone. Conner, do you remember Plan "abo"?

Conner: Is it time? Please say it's time. Because I'm at a very petty time in my life and I will ruin all of Krypton's reputation, just say the word.

Tim: Some details need to be ironed out, but yes, it's time.

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⭑ A lot of dance parties with Harley, and you have to pull Ivy into joining 

⭑ Harley really likes ABBA, and you three often watch the Mamma Mia movies

⭑ You all live together, with all separate rooms (so a person can escape whenever they wanted to)

⭑ The place is full of plants, just absolutely hundreds of them; dangling from the ceiling, on window sills, in the bathroom, etc.

⭑ You have a collection of books and Harley will bring you back at least 3 whenever she goes out 

⭑ Ivy is actually super ticklish and whenever she’s upset at what Harley’s done, Harley will chase her around the apartment, trying to get Ivy to forgive her 

⭑ Ivy is always chastising Harley for deliberately getting the lyrics wrong in a song. She does it just to piss her off

⭑ Harley initially thought you and Ivy talking to the plants was stupid, but whenever she thinks she’s alone, you can hear her having full blown conversations with (to) them

⭑ Harley gets upset if she falls asleep on the couch and you guys go to bed. So now you have to carry her to bed. She usually sleeps in the middle while you guys cuddle up next to her

⭑ Ivy beomes really out-going/funny when she’s had a few drinks. And it’s a common occurance for her to break out on song. But she’ll deny it in the morning. 

⭑ Um you guys definitely keep news paper articles about your shenanigans ... okay maybe they shouldn’t be called shenanigans, more like crimes ... 

⭑ Your periods are definitely synched up, but Ivy has plants that can alleviate the cramps. And in the bathroom, there’s an array of pads, tampons, diva cups, re-usable pads etc., (obviously you know who owns which when it comes to reusable ones) 

⭑ Whenever you’re making a promise you and Harley do the pinky thing, but if they’re even bigger promises - or even bets, then you do a spit shake.

⭑ Ivy thinks it’s absolutely disgusting, but she gets so used to it that she joins in too

⭑ Being each other’s best friends 

⭑ Having Selina over for dinner 

⭑ And you guys probably have super obscure pets - like yes, Harley would most definitely have her hyena named Bruce, and Ivy made a living Venus Fly Trap, like one that seems almost sentient and you just want a goddamn dog, or even a cat. But they refuse, and you point out their pets -

⭑ So then they agree

⭑ But you can’t decide what to get 

⭑ And maybe one time when Selina is over for dinner, she says that she found a stray that doesn’t like being around too many other cats, so you say you’ll take him

⭑ But then you realise a few months later that the reason why the cat didn’t like being around other cats was because it wasn’t a he, but a she THAT IS NOW PREGNANT 

⭑ “Awww we’re gonna be grandparents!” Harley cooed when you guys figured it out 

⭑ “Well we can’t have all of them, and Selina already has an apartment full.” Ivy stated, but you wanted to keep all of them so desperately. 

⭑ Your cat still hasn’t given birth yet, but she’s so big that all she can do is lay down all-day. You can find her on your bed, snoozing in the sunlight. 

⭑ And she actually really likes Bruce (the hyena)

⭑ Harley particularly likes to sit on your lap, and Ivy likes to rest her head on your shoulder 

⭑ You usually make dinner 

⭑ Ivy cleans up 

⭑ Harley will go and get the groceries

⭑ Sometimes you do all sleep in the same bed, but the majority of each of your belongings are in your separate rooms

⭑ Harley will leave lipstick marks on your cheek

⭑ And you’ll find red/orange hair in the bathroom, but you can’t deny that you love these women. 

⭑ Theme Song: 

‘Lay All Your Love On Me’ by Pale Honey

⭑ Relationship Tropes: 

  ✧ Touch Either Of My Girlfriends And You Die x3

  ✧ Dumbass (Harley) x Dumbass In Training (You) x Oh God I Guess They’re My Dumbasses (Ivy)

  ✧ Moon (Ivy) x Eclipse (Harley) x Sun (You)

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Gotham City Sirens Sickfic- part 2

Part 1

Y/N stirred as she heard voices coming from somewhere in the apartment.

“Kitty! Ivy! You’re home!”

“Harley, why is there a girl in my bed?” A voice asked.

“She’s sick, Selina! I found her on the street, I had to do something!”

“If she’s sick, Harley, then why didn’t you take her to a hospital?” Another voice asked.

“Can you really see me rolling up to the ER in my clown get-up, Ivy? Besides, I knew the best medicine was here. That new plant you were working on has great healing properties-”

Y/N groaned before she could stop herself. She just wanted to go back to sleep, where she wasn’t sick and her entire body didn’t hurt.

“Girls, she’s waking up,” The second voice said.

“Great,” the first voice added, “just what we need- someone to know where our base is.”

“She wouldn’t tell anyone, Kitty- why would she? She’s got no reason, not after we help her get better. Besides, maybe she could be one of us!”

“Harley, you can’t just go around and adopt the first stray person you see.” The second voice said, “she probably has a family that’s looking for her.”

“Here’s what we’re going to do,” the first voice added, “we’re going to wait until she falls asleep, then we’re dropping her off at the hospital, okay?”

Y/N struggled to sit up. She opened her eyes and saw three of Gotham City’s most dangerous criminals arguing about what to do with her. Harley Quinn, Catwoman, and Poison Ivy. Slowly, Y/N slid out of the bed and crept across the room. She didn’t get very far before a string of coughs gave away her position. The three women turned their heads in the direction of Y/N’s coughing.

“Doll, I thought I told you to stay in bed!” Harley said.

“Please,” Y/N said, “I need to go. I have to get home. I-”

“You sound terrible,” Catwoman winced, “Harley, did you take her temperature?”

“One hundred and four as of a few hours ago,” Harley replied.

“Let’s check it again,” Poison Ivy said, “she looks awful.”

Poison Ivy approached Y/N, thermometer in hand.

“Please, don’t hurt me, I-”

“Quiet, Flower,” Ivy shushed, “no one’s going to hurt you. Open your mouth.”

Before Y/N could react, the thermometer was back in her mouth. Y/N watched cross-eyed as the number quickly climbed higher and higher until it reached its peak at 104.6 degrees. It started beeping, signaling for Poison Ivy to take it out. She read the number on the thermometer, then shook her head.

“Well, what’s it say?” Catwoman asked.

“It’s one hundred four point six. I don’t know, Selina, I wouldn’t try to move her at this point.”

Catwoman let out a dramatic sigh.

“Fine,” she said, “but as soon as she’s well again, she goes.”

“I-I’m sure I can just go home,” Y/N piped up, “I don’t want to take up any more of your time, and I’d really rather just go back to my apartment.”

“Sorry, Kitten,” Catwoman said, “You’re way too sick to go anywhere right now, except that bed.”

Catwoman looped Y/N’s arm over her shoulder and escorted her back to the bed.

“Besides,” she added, “you’ve seen way too much of our base for us to let you leave right now.”

Catwoman set Y/N down on the bed and pulled the covers up to her chin.

“I need to make a call,” she said.

“Anything we can get for you, Doll?” Harley asked.

Y/N shook her head. She was too scared and too tired at the moment to ask for anything. Y/N let her eyelids drift closed. Maybe this was all a dream, and she’d wake up tomorrow, safe in her own apartment.

Part 3

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How the Sirens Adopted a Ladybug Pt5

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They ate mostly in silence with Ladybug refusing to look at any of them. The Kwami were all cuddled up against her obviously trying to offer emotional support. Every time she managed to calm herself down Selina would look over at the girl and her rage would build up again. She was going to have to find an outlet for it in order to stay here.

“So why haven’t you asked for help from the European Justice League?” The full body flinch she got in response gave her a target for that rage. She mumbled something that Selina couldn’t hear. “What was that?”

“I don’t think they believed anything was happening. Eventually they just told me that if I couldn’t handle butterflies I shouldn’t consider myself a hero. They had real problems to deal with.” Oh she was definitely sicking Bruce on those idiots once she figured out what was going on. “In their defense once I cast my cure there’s no visible damage so unless one of them had been here during an attack it really doesn’t seem real.” Great, now she was making excuses for heroes who absolutely should know better.

“I don’t care what they thought, that’s unacceptable behavior. You mentioned something about others that were helping you?” She flinched and curled in on herself.

“You should tell them. Plagg’s right, I think they can help.” Most of the other Kwami looked surprised at Tikki’s words. Ladybug somehow just seemed to get smaller.

“Kiddo, the three of us are the last to judge, trust me. We just want to help.” Harley’s voice was gentle and the girl peeked at her before looking back at her hands. Plagg flew up to her shoulder and was whispering in her ear. Eventually she took a deep breath and pulled her knees into her chest.

“At first it was just Chat Noir and me. It was okay for a while. He was always goofing around and flirting but he was there. But things happened and he didn’t want there to be secrets even though it was for our own safety. The Guardian chose what information we got when and he trusted me more than he did Chat, especially the more he pushed. He let me choose temporary holders and that just pissed Chat off more. He started becoming unreliable. Not showing up to fights, spending patrols trying to convince me to reveal my identity. Then he revealed himself to the other holders and got them to do the same. I refused and he convinced the others that I wasn’t trustworthy. I had to take his Miraculous. Too many people knew who he was. After that I couldn’t use any of the others even if they had been willing and I didn’t know anyone else I could trust. Then the Guardian… he got sick and turned his responsibilities over to me. So now I use whichever Miraculous I need for any given battle.”

“And what about your living situation?” She shook her head but it seemed more like an automatic reaction than an answer.

“That could compromise my identity.” Plagg and Tikki both flew in front of her face with their arms crossed.

“You need to tell them. Keeping your identity from Chat and the others was necessary and as we’ve seen showed good instincts on your part, but this is different.” Tikki’s voice sounded encouraging but strained. Their worry was obvious.

“But-”

“No buts Kit.” Plagg pointed to Selina. “She’s one of mine and there’s no malice toward you in any of them. We’re done watching you suffer alone. Not to mention you haven’t had a chance to breathe in months let alone grieve properly.” Selina shared a confused look with the other two. Plagg referring to her as theirs was odd but she was more worried about the grieving comment. Tears welled in Ladybug’s eyes and she shook her head again.

“I can’t.” The words were choked and the rest of the Kwami cuddled further into the girl while Plagg and Tikki just looked at each other.

“Will you let us tell them?” She hunched in further on herself but before she could say anything Tikki let out a string of what sounded like curses. Selina had no idea what language it was in. “There’s an Akuma.” Ladybug let out a tired breath.

“What time is it?”

“School just started. Which one do you think it is this time?” Plagg’s snark just got annoyed noises from all the Kwami. Ladybug stood and started towards the window. “Kit you’re not transformed.”

“Oh right.” Tikki disappeared and there was another flash of light around the girl.

“Why don’t we go with you? I’d like to see exactly what’s going on.” She frowned in thought.

“If you want, but I need you to stay back and not interfere. It’s bad enough trying to keep the others out of harm's way and I really don’t have the energy to look after anyone else and still defeat the Akuma.” As soon as she said it she was out the window.

“What do you think she meant by others?” Harley sounded like she had a guess at the answer, but wanted someone to give her a different one.

“I have a bad feeling that her former help are still trying to pretend they’re heroes. That or they’re actively trying to sabotage her. Or possibly both.” Given what had been said about Chat Noir, she wouldn’t be surprised.

“We should head out and find a good vantage point.” Ivy was just staring out the window but it seemed like she was looking inward.

“I just need to grab my jacket. And for now we respect her wish for no interference, unless it’s a matter of life and death for her, agreed?” Harley and Ivy both gave a nod but neither looked happy about it. Ten minutes later, as they stood on a roof watching Ladybug taking hits for a bunch of idiots who wouldn’t leave the area, Selina wasn’t either. As soon as the fight was over they moved in closer to see what the morons had to say for themselves.

“Looking a bit ragged there M’Lady. Are you ready to admit you were wrong yet? All I want is an apology and a reveal and things can go back to the way they were.” Selina had to grab Harley to stop her from lunging at the boy who spoke but Ladybug shot him a flat look.

“Go back to what exactly? You refusing to respect my boundaries and throwing tantrums during a fight, or you just not showing up at all?” The boy sputtered indignantly and she turned to leave but a different one, the one who’d been possessed started yelling at her.

“Aren’t you even going to ask what upset me so much I got Akumatized? You used to actually care about people.” Ladybug just crossed her arms and waited. “Someone I thought was my friend just moved away without telling anyone! Can you believe that?” That just brought a confused look from the hero as she scanned the others assembled. For some reason that seemed to annoy the girl more. “Marinette! She just up and left without telling anyone!”

“I’m sorry, did you all just now notice she was gone?” Disbelief was the main thing in her tone, but there was hurt there as well.

“What do you mean just now? Don’t act like it’s our fault she decided to bail on her friends.” Ladybug was just staring at all of them like they’d lost their minds.

“Some friends considering it took you six months to notice she was missing in the first place.” There was a blonde girl leaning against a nearby building that Selina would swear wasn’t there a minute about.

“She’s not missing. Her parents sold their business and the family moved.” The blonde looked like she was going to fire back but Ladybug spoke first.

“Believe what you want, you always do. This is not something I’m going to stand here and argue about. I’m sorry you feel hurt but there’s nothing I can do to help the situation.” She tried to leave again.

“Wait!” The blond practically jogged up to her. “I need to speak with you, alone.” Ladybug hesitated. “Please, it’s important.” The hero searched the girls face for a moment before giving a small nod. The others immediately started shouting at her so she grabbed the other girl and headed to a nearby roof. They followed silently and Selina watched as they both stood awkwardly.

“So what do you need to talk to me about Chloe?” There was a wariness to Ladybug's tone and stance, almost like she expected to be yelled at or attacked. The other girl just seemed nervous.

“A couple things. You knew Marinette was missing, do you know where she is?” Ladybug’s entire body tensed up at the question and Chloe saw it. “I’m not asking you to tell me I just… I just want to know if she’s okay. The police are refusing to look for her, claiming she went to live with relatives out of the country even though her passport hasn’t been used, and she hasn’t touched her back accounts since the day after…” She trailed off, obviously not wanting to finish the thought.

“How do you know she hasn’t… you’ve been using your father’s accounts to check the police progress haven’t you?” She just gave a sheepish shrug. “Why? You hated Marinette.” Chloe flinched.

“No I didn’t. We were rivals sure, and I was overall a bitch yes, but I never hated her. We were just so different and… I mean you’ve met my parents. I was taught from a young age that I was above everyone else and that they should be grateful for my notice. Mari… I couldn’t understand for the longest time why she stood up to me. I know it sounds stupid and I can’t really explain it better.” She sounded frustrated but it actually seemed to calm Ladybug down for some reason. “Look, I understand why she wouldn’t want to come back to school. Those ungrateful peasants made her life a living hell, but it’s like she completely dropped off the face of the earth. I can’t even imagine what losing both her parents in an accident like that must have done to her.”

“She’s okay. She just didn’t want to be sent out of Paris, or put into the system.” It didn’t sound like a lie but Ladybug was refusing to look the other girl in the eye for some reason. Chloe was just frowning in thought.

“If you see her again… tell her I can help if she wants. I know I’m probably the last person she wants to deal with but if she needs a place to stay no questions asked, I’m offering. Daddy has a few judges that owe him favors as well so we can probably get her emancipated so she can at least get to her money without worrying about someone tracking her and putting her somewhere she doesn’t want to be.” Ladybug nodded but from her position Selina could see her fighting back tears. “The other thing I wanted to talk about…”

“Yes?” Chloe still hesitated. She looked worried.

“That comment Adrien made, about you looking ragged… he wasn’t wrong.” Ladybug curled in on herself and Chloe panicked. “I’m not say it as a criticism! Ever since those rejects abandoned you it’s obvious things have been getting worse. I don’t know what you home situation is like but it’s kind of obvious it’s less than great.”

“If you’re going to try and convince me to give you a Miraculous-”

“No! No, it’s nothing like that. I just… here.” She pushed something into the hero’s hand and Ladybug just looked at it in confusion.

“What…” Chloe cleared her throat nervously.

“I had part of my floor renovated into a sort of efficiency apartment. That key is to get in through the balcony. The door that leads to the rest of my suite has multiple locks, including bolts that go into the floor that can only be accessed from the inside.” Ladybug blinked at her, not seeming to process what the girl said. “It’s a safe place… if you need it.” There was a long pause then Ladybug lurched forward, pulling the other girl into a hug.

“Thank you.”  The words were soft, almost inaudible, but the emotion behind them was heartbreaking.

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Guys. Throw in Uncle Scarecrow as one of Eddie’s friends egging him on and stealing that formula that made him into his monster form from Penguin and have that be a synthetic ectoplasm?

Add that scarecrow is now Danny’s uncle and to a degree danny requires an ecto-variation and a degree of fear (or even have his reaction to fear gas be to get hangry or ‘puddle of goo’).

I know everyone loves Danny with the Sirens (and i do love those, and will ear it up in every form) but if we take Danny’s spectra truama (therapist trauma) and clown trauma from Freak Show the there’s a decent chance Harley Quinn would be a trauma trigger for him.

I propose Danny gets Uncle Ed and Scarecrow to everyone’s confusion.

(please let Fright Knight somehow have partial custody as he isnt trusting mortals with the Heir to the Throne but mever explains why he is bodygaurding Danny besides ‘he is the better candidate’ (for the ghost throne that is split atm between Vlad, Danny, Dan, Ellie (on a ‘mirrorborn = template for five years until stability is proven’ type technicality) as those that have defeated Pariah Dark in ‘one on one combat’… and Vlad shouldn’t count according to Fight Knight but the ghosts are under the impression Vlad and the Phantom Three have a rocky parent-child bond and are not going to force the developmental children onto the throne. Fright Knight is team ‘Realms can handle no king until Danny is done with mortals, no big deal’ and a minority opinion.)

Give Ellie/Danni to Red Hood as one of the meta street kids he keeps an eye on and goes pspspsps at. Ellie is not trusting adults after the Vlad thing and how adults handle homeless kids. Nope. She will take your food and shelter on occasion, but she’s not staying!

Dropkick Jazz to the Sirens. Her idol Harley Quinn is there with her. Selina would absolutely help her learn to be more confident in herself and let others deal with their own consequences and not feel obligated to fix it for them (Eldest Daughter parenting parents and sibs Problem). And later Jazz is learning about bio chem from Poison Ivy and how to make and ethically source various chemicals. Why? Tell me Jazz would not open an apothecary in Gotham and have a side practice as a therapist as it takes time to get certified and she wants to help NOW.

Tell me she would not intimidate Dan into acting as the cashier while she handles the meds, possibly with Sam helping as the plant supplier she uses for a number of ingredients when she later moves to Gotham for college (aesthetics, and goth and ounk scenes there are great.)

If you want add in Sam as a baby eco-terrorist that poison ivy slips ideas too, with Tucker helping her in return for not starting a protest against Meat Itself but animal treatment and gently encouraging her wrath that way and away from his beloved meat industry’s existence. He agrees to let her vet his food sources and handle cooking any meat products in their shared appt in return for her not throwing it out for existing.

Tucker hacks groups for fun, and is probably a Wayne Enterprises intern as a result of Oracle and Red Robin managing to track him… Tim is the one who told Bruce they call dibs on Tucker (mostly knowing him as a hactivist and approving most of what he does.) Tucker is overjoyed and helps with security coding, explains that Amity had the inverse to regular coding and his personal ‘off the books’ coding clearly is doing Something thats a lot harder to track…

Because he uses hieroglyphics as his base coding then the inverse coding with a smidge of magic protection.

Valerie is probably a JL recruit who visits Gotham, sees Danny running around as paradox and just asks Jazz why she hasn’t reigned in Danny yet… only to meet Dan, find out Ellie is STILL refusing standard housing, and Danny at least goes to school, minimizes murder and violence with the rogues he helps (literal contracts) and has Fright Knight guarding him.

Jazz has her limits, and Ellie is Red Hood’s headaches and occasionally Danny’s as he didn’t tell Jazz about her until Jazz caught them hanging out and she asked him if he was using duplicates to try out genders again but messed up this ones age.

Ellie was insulted! Then cackled when she learned Danny forgot to explain the clone thing. Ellie is refusing to be adopted and hates school—online is allowed.

Val just scruffs Ellie in front of Red Hood in her civilian getup and asks her why.

Cue Val vs Red Hood and Crime Alley for Ellie’s custody. Ellie is just a feral stray cat that like certain people, but doesn’t want to Stay.

In the background you see Fright Knight and Danny/Paradox arguing over if they should get involved… Danny just wants ellie safe, but is not sure where Red Hood falls with him as a Rogue’s getaway driver who works with Riddler (new dad for about five years atp) and Uncle Scarecrow (who used to target crime alley a lot… now its more liminals and has gently shooed scarecrow into semi-anti hero tendencies (as he has gone after his students’ abusers when he was a teacher, and could easily be tempted into doing that now and then). Frighty is team ‘Nope. She refused our help before. Natural consequences time.’

Ellie disapproves of this ‘legal guardian’ nonsense.

Jazz just sighs when asked why she isnt throwing her hat in and points to Dan with a simple ‘i’m his Guardian. Danny picked his. Ellie refuses to be forced so she has a room is she wants it, but i know my family does not do ‘listen when force is used’

Alright, since it’s no longer 2 in the morning and my head’s a bit clearer, I present to you:

Liminal Riddler

So, not everyone in the DC fandom knows about this, and I’d bet that even less people in the Phandom do, but at one point, the Riddler had cancer. Had, past-tense, because he cured it. With the Lazarus pits.

And yeah, not everyone who gets dipped in the pits has to be liminal, but one would assume that the sudden replacement of a large number of malignant cells throughout the body is gonna do something.

The Riddler already acts quite a lot like a DP ghost in some interpretations anyways. He’s got a strict gimmick that he genuinely can’t part ways with, he’s campy and fun, he’s incredibly violent, etc.

Also, the way that he would react to this whole thing would be funny as hell.

Do I think the Riddler would really care if the GiW was after him? No. This is Gotham, the government is constantly going after him anyways.

Do I think he would care if Danny was being hunted down by the same people, and his parents were involved? Somewhat. He probably wouldn’t care about Danny specifically, at least not right away, but a young boy running terrified from his own parents would definitely bring back some bad memories, and he would probably give him a hand (if for no other reason than to get back to plotting crimes instead of dealing with childhood trauma).

Do I think the Riddler, whose entire thing is being smarter than everyone else, would care if the GiW somehow let slip that they thought he didn’t have human intelligence? That they believed him to be nothing but an echo of human life?

It’s not even a question. He would be the most insufferable person in Gotham within the hour. Genuinely nothing could stop him, especially not if Danny was helping jailbreak him from Arkham every time he got caught.

Almost every major road is closed. Every warehouse on the Docks is on fire. Somehow, they managed to color the clouds and smog a bright green.

The natives of Gotham would probably get those anti-ghost laws and acts overturned faster than the Justice League, if only to make the Riddler stop. His traps and games aren’t even lethal at this point (due to Danny’s insistence), but they’re so genuinely annoying that the general population is about to beat the GiW agents to death themselves just to get the Riddler to quit it already.

Also, I think that during this whirl of chaos, the Riddler would become quite fond of Danny.

He’s a bright young boy who’s very fond of wordplay, and inventive enough to keep up with him. Aside from the inevitable crisis of “oh god I’m becoming the bat,” he’d probably be happy to take on Danny as his protégé. Even if the boy won’t let him kill anyone (rude), he’s a terrifying getaway driver and can turn the both of them invisible and intangible, making Arkham escapes a breeze.

Hell, the Riddler would probably be willing to make a false identity for the two of them, just so he could get the boy proper schooling.

(Yes, he thinks that the entire education system is a sham and that he could do much better, but Danny wants to go into aerospace engineering, and the Riddler isn’t one to squander someone’s interest in learning.)

(Also, Echo and Query would find the whole thing hilarious)

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Taking Chances Bonus Chapter: Harley VS Bruce

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Ch. 18 (main fic)

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Harley Quinn was a lot of things. Psychologist, ex-villain, ex-girlfriend of one of the biggest assholes in Gotham. Girlfriend of the lovely Pamela Isley, and best friend of the amazing Selina Kyle. She was now also the proud aunt of the adorable sunshine that is Marinette Wayne. What she wasn’t, though, was someone who gave up easily. Which is why she originally texted Bruce Wayne once she woke up this morning. She texted him and then intended on getting ready to go out to breakfast with her three favorite girls. She did not intend for Bruce Wayne to come and knock on her apartment door. 

Harley glares at the man standing in front of her, not amused by his claims. So what if he says the kid is his “biological daughter” and that she has “no claim” on her. To hell with him, that adorable ray of sunshine was hers now. She was officially one of the girls. And she was not backing down easily. Her text was supposed to reassure him that Marinette would be safe with her and the other Sirens. Not make him rush down here to try to take her back before the girl had even had breakfast. This just wouldn’t do. 

“Harley, please. Marinette is my daughter and-”

“But you already have so many kids! And the kid really likes us.” Harley argues, pouting. Mr. “I dress like a bat for fun” was not about to take Mari away from them. 

“I understand that Harley, and she can still come to visit. But she’s not living with you.” Bruce says, putting his foot down. Who would’ve guessed one night with the Sirens would be enough for them to try and adopt his daughter out from underneath him. 

“Or, you could always come and visit her while we have full custody. Makes more sense to me!” Harley counters with a wide grin.

“I don’t even have custody of her, she’s just visiting Gotham for the summer.” Bruce says tiredly. Harley frowns. 

“Whatdya mean you don’t have custody? Who does? Her mom?” She asks. 

“Her adoptive parents in France.” Bruce says shortly. Harley gasps. 

“France? Well then forget this fight, I’ve got a flight to catch.” She says, whirling around to leave. Bruce stops her, gently grabbing her wrist. 

“She loves her parents, Harley. And they’re letting her see me and stay here in Gotham for the summer, something I never expected them to agree to. If you go in guns blazing, they’re never going to let either of us see her again.” He points out, letting go of her wrist once he guesses she won’t run. 

“But that’s not fair!” She whines, stomping her foot. The summer was so short! There wouldn’t be enough time to spend with the kid if B man was insisting on also spending time with her. That wouldn’t work. It just wouldn’t. 

“I’m sorry, Harley. But she has a life in France. We can’t be selfish.” Bruce says. Harley scoffs. 

“Fuck that. Maybe you can’t, but I sure as hell can.” Harley says, crossing her arms. Bruce sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. 

“Harley-”

“No! No more Harley this or Harley that. Marinette is staying with me and Ivy and Selina and that is final!” She says. 

“The hell it is! Listen, Harley, I’m trying to work with you here. Really, I am. But I went almost fifteen years without knowing about my daughter. I’m not about to give her up now just because you think she fits in well with the other Sirens!” Bruce argues, finally letting some anger seep through. Marinette was his daughter, damnit. He already had extremely limited time with her and while he would never stop Marinette from seeing the Sirens (as long as they weren’t doing anything too illegal), he wasn’t going to just let her live there. 

“Uh...what’s going on here?” Marinette asks, blinking sleepily as she looks between her dad and her newly adopted Aunt who appeared to be having a standoff right outside the apartment. With both her and Harley still in pajamas. Lovely.  

“Nothing pumpkin, go back inside.” Harley says, squeezing her shoulder. 

“No, Marinette, come on honey. We’re going home.” Bruce says. Marinette frowns. 

“Selina said we were gonna come back later. We’re supposed to go grab breakfast with Aunt Harley and Ivy first.” She says. He starts to say something, then stops. Staring at her pants before sighing. 

“Are the two of you really in Batman and Robin pajama pants?” He asks, exasperation filling his voice. 

“Yeah- Dad what’s wrong? If I really have to go home right now I will. I just thought Selina told you where we were. And when we’d be back.” Marinette says, confused as to how this whole situation started. 

“She did. And I was fine with it. I know how stressed you’ve been, sweetheart. But then Harley texted me-”

“We don’t have to talk about that.” Harley says, laughing nervously. Marinette narrows her eyes. 

“Aunt Harley, what’d you do?” She asks, sticking her hands on her hips to try to look more intimidating. 

“Sweets, I just wanted you to be able to stay here with me and Selina and your Aunt Ivy.” She says, smiling awkwardly. Marinette turns to her dad, quirking an eyebrow up. 

“She informed me, via text message, that you would not be returning to the manor. And that no amount of money could make her return you, that you were happy and fine and you made a great addition to her little family.” Bruce says. Marinette turns to Harley and launches herself at her, wrapping her arms around the woman. 

“Aunt Harley, I love you. And I’ll always be part of your family, but I have to go home at some point. I just met my brothers and dad recently, and I have years to make up for. Besides, I’m sure this isn’t the last time Maman and Papa will let me come to Gotham. I’m not just gonna forget you because I’m across town.” Marinette says, hugging Harley tightly. Harley sighs, but wraps her arms around the girl and returns the hug. 

“I know you won’t sugar, I’m just gonna miss you. You fit in so well here.” She says softly. Marinette sighs. 

“I’m not even leaving yet. We’re still gonna go get breakfast, right? And besides, you have my number now. And Selina already said we have to have a girl’s night every week for the rest of the summer, and I don’t know about you, but I’m not gonna go against Selina.” Marinette reminds her with a grin. Harley snorts. 

“Fine, fine. Only because you want to see your dad and brothers for some weird reason. But the second you get tired of them, you can come live with Auntie Harley.” She insists. Bruce opens his mouth to object, but Marinette cuts him off. 

“Of course.” She says, giving her another quick hug before turning to look at her dad. “See ya later dad, I’m gonna go change for breakfast.” She says, giving him a quick hug before going back into the apartment. 

“I win.” Harley says with a smirk. “Conditionally.” 

“I- fine. Conditionally. Please be cautious of what you say while out for breakfast. She’s not quite ready to be announced as a Wayne.” Bruce says.

“Whatever you say, B-man.” Harley says with a half-hearted salute. Bruce simply sighs before walking away. Harley grins. She definitely won this round.

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[androxys]

I love how we're all bringing up more and more characters and cases to ask "what about this one?" because in my view, it just gets back to how imperfect the current vernacular of "Batfam" is. But it's also true that every person is going to have their own subjective opinions of where any character falls. As I responded to this, I realized that a lot of my placements was through a lens of reliability, which is super subjective in of itself.

I'd say Selina is definitely in the Batnet, if not edging closer into the family proper, depending on the writer and continuity. Harley, right now, seems to be getting into the Batnet, but I wouldn't say she's part of the Batfam. Ivy is a Gotham City Siren, and is close with Harley and Selina, but I don't think she's reliable enough as a hero to be part of the Batnet.

Renee as Question is 100% Batnet, like you say, but I'm honestly not up to date enough on her Commissioner appearances to define it now. Gordon is Batnet, but I would honestly say Harvey Bullock probably isn't. Same with the other cops in Gotham Central.

Batman Inc. is definitely Batnet to me, because they were started by him directly benefit from the network of resources and support provided by Batman. The group has personal ties to him, even if they aren't family ties. As for Outsiders, I think it depends on the iteration? Batman and the Outsiders would more likely fall into the larger Batnet. I'm thinking o Katana and Black Lightning pitching in after Bruce's death. They're Batman's long time teammates and, dare I say it, friends. Dick's Outsiders, I'd think much less so, even though Dick is part of the Batfam.

I'm going to let people who have read I Am Batman speak about Jace and his ecosystem--I read the Future State stories, but haven't yet gotten to the in-continuity stuff with him.

And I'd say that as for Clark and the rest of the core JLA, they're again too distinct as their own entities, and honestly too removed from Gotham City to really be part of the network. This brings up an issue with respect to Black Lightning and Katana, who I mentioned above, because I don't like the implication that these two are just available for Batman whenever because they're just sitting around and not doing anything of their own. But this also gets back to what I was talking about in the other version of this post, where DC's editorial and publishing decisions shape a lot of our interpretations--Superman has two or three or more books of his own to juggle. He isn't reliably available for Batman stories, a lot of the time, in the way more underutilized characters like Katana and Black Lightning are. And this recursively then makes it seem like characters of color are more at the beck and call to be supporting cast to other heroes, because these characters are being underutilized to begin with.

Just shooting off a quick thought here that I may return to later but I wish a better term than "The Network" had been coined, and coined early enough that it caught on in fandom, because I'm really not sure that "batfam" is serving us well as fans on many fronts

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Chapter 3: Au Revoir Gotham My True Home

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Marinette explained what happened and that she didn't mean to cause trouble, she didn't know why the bats were looking for her (author to audience... it's because she looks like one of his bat kids gone rouge.) When she asked how they knew the Bat was looking for her, she found out that Selina was actually dating the Bat... So Marinette was very surprised at that, her family talked about it and a few days after her birthday she'll be going to Paris, France with Selina to be with a family friend of hers. Marinette was now really thinking she was cursed, but she made sure to take it in stride and spend as much time with her friends and family as possible.

"Doan wawhry suguh, we'll make sure tuh visit as much as possible, yuh can even visit us durin' summuh and wintuh break." - Harley held back the tears as she hugged Marinette, Bud, Lou, Ivy, Selina, Ed and even Frank joined in on it.

……… ………

Marinette was out with her friends still not sure how to tell them, she started with the obvious.

"Sooo... tomorrow I turn 10... the double digits." - Marinette

"Soon you'll be one of us!" - Garfield gave Marinette a side hug with a big smile, god he made it harder to tell them

"So what do you want to do? We can celebrate, tomorrow and the day after that, and the day after that, heck we can celebrate for the whole week while we're at it!" - Garfield

Rachel noticed the sad smile Marinette had as Garfield continued talking.

"Is there something you need to tell us?" - Rachel's words stoped Garfield in his tracks, he then looked at a slightly teary Marinette, and he felt a slight tinge of pain in his chest.

"I- um, I'm moving this Saturday... I'm sorry I really don't want to, but- *hic* I-" - Marinette was cut off by Garfield giving her a hug, he rubbed small circles on her back as she let out a few sobs. Rachel patting her shoulder to try and comfort her.

After they were like that for a few minutes, they decided to get ice cream

……… ……… ………

"I'm sorry." - Marinette eating her chocolate chip ice cream

"It's not your fault Mari, besides, we can officially say we have a pen pal in Paris." - Garfield with his chocolate mint ice cream trying to lighten the mood, managed to get a chuckle out of Marinette.

"We can still video call, or text you. And your parents said you can visit on summer and winter break." - Rachel just starting her strawberry ice cream

"But what if I need a friend to talk to when I can't sleep? Or if I need a movie buddy? Or gaming buddy?" - Marinette

"There are online multiplayer games we can play you know." - Rachel

"Yeah, and I'm sure you'll make friends over there really quickly, I mean you already know a few other languages, including French, so there isn't any communication problems." - Garfield

"I wish you guys could come with me..." - Marinette almost done with her ice cream

"... Didn't you say you always wanted a hamster, maybe one that's unique, like a the rare Green Gotham Hamster?" - Garfield with a mischievous grin

"Selina's family friends own a bakery, so no pets allowed. Sorry Rare Green Gotham Hamster, I'm afraid you're staying native to Gotham." - Marinette said patting his shoulder.

"Wait they own a bakery?! As in you can be on a sugar high 24/7?! Take me with you!!" - Garfield

……… ……… ………

Soon it was time for them to go home, when Marinette got home, she continued packing what she would need, making sure that her Siren plushies where safely secure, and then went to eat dinner.

The next day she made sure to get up early, Garfield and Rachel knew where she lived, and wanted to make sure everything was ready for them, setting up the games they would play into the night, and the movies they would watch after that.

She then went to the Gardens to greet her Mom and the plants, doing the usual routine of checking all the plants, complimenting and watering them. During which a sleepy Harley walked over giving Ivy and Marinette a morning kiss before going to make her coffee.

At breakfast she didn't see her Aunt yet, she assumed she was robbing someone rich again.

……… Over to Catwoman ………

"Come ta mama." - Catwoman mumbled as she used her claws to cut the glass surrounding an old elegant purple sapphire that belonged to one of Gotham's founding fathers' wives.

……… Back to Marinette ………

About an hour after breakfast Garfield and Rachel came over, holding Marinettes' rapped presents, they started the day off with trivia games, which they called the MIQ (which can mean either Marinette Isley-Quinzel or in this case Memory Intelligence Quiz) which Marinette and Rachel came to a tie followed by Ivy, then Harley, and Garfield. They then moved on to board games, Marinette decided to play The Game of Life rather than Monopoly (because lets be honest, who has ever finished that game in the time of a signle day? An extreme speedrunner... maybe.) while the adults got the cake ready. Surprisingly Garfield won, he got the acting career, a sports car, a nice old fashioned mid modern house, a wife, and 3 kids... Marinette got the fashion designer career, got a motorcycle, and a small, but nice victorian house, a husband, and one kid... and Rachel got the scientist career (because science is just simplified mortal magic), a delorean car (and even said "Since science is magic I can make it fly, so technically, I don't need roads where I'm going."), a modern cabin in the woods, single (she didn't want a significant other to interrupt her magic science) and got a pet bird.

Once Selina and Ed came over, they began the party, playing games like DDR, Ultimate Mecha Strike 2, and Racing games.

When it came time for Marinette to blow out her candles, she wished that everything would be okay, and that she will be able to come back to Gotham permanently, and blew them out.

She then got to open her presents, she started with Harley's, and got a custom baseball bat that was a dark steel blue, with a light grey handle grip, and it had the words "Quinn For Da Win" on it, putting a smile on her face, when she opened Ivy's gift she got seeds of her favorite flowers to plant over in Paris. She then opened her Uncle Ed's gift, which was a small watch that had special A.I., it had a cover over the inside screen that would flip open to reveal another screen. The cover was silver with a blue question mark, and when it opened, it showed the time, and the location you where in, it could also act as a GPS, and a phone (it could even play music AND had an incredible battery life span). She then moved on to her Aunt Selina's gift, finding a small purple sapphire in the shape of a cat paw, surrounded in silver. She then opened Rachel's gift, it was a travel mug that said "Coffee lives in my veins." (Marinette started drinking coffee recently) which made Marinette laugh, and then she got to Garfield's gift. When she opened it, she found a handmade charm bracelet, it had animals that she really liked around it, and there was one that was a small tiger, with it's eyes and nose having a light green peridot stone, to represent the first day they met. She put the bracelet on her right rist and thanked Garfield for it, and gave everyone a big hug.

She spent the rest of the day playing with her friends, having a wonderful time, and getting a massive sugar rush from all the cake they had. When it came time for dinner they were running low on energy, but were back to normal after Harley snuck some coffee into their food... The only thoughts that went through Garfield and Rachel's minds where "That's why Mari drinks this stuff..."

After dinner they played all kinds of video games, and ended it by watching Back To The Future. They fell asleep some time after 2am.

……… ……… …….

The next morning they all had breakfast and then spent the day playing parkour tag over roofs and playing I spy games. And at the end of the day Marinette gave her friends a big hug, before heading back home. She spent her time with her moms, Uncle, and Frank, playing more boardgames and discussing what she should do to make friends...

"Just be yawhself, we love yuh fawh who yuh are, and I'm sure everyone in Paris will love yuh too... if dey doan, den dey most likely have a massive defective reject of a brain." - Was Harley's opinion

"Riddle the f-ck out of their brain, if they can solve all of them, and like you for you, then they are worthy." - Which was Ed's opinion

"Use a chemical based compound from the magnolia flower, combined with three tulip petals, one rose petal, and pollen from a lilac to create a befriending potion." - Ivy's words made everyone silent before Ed spoke up

"... Harley if you're being mind controlled blink." - Ed deadpaned, which had Marinette cackling

"I'm not bein' mind controlled, also yuh nawhmally say ‘blink once or twice’ not just ‘blink’ I could blink at any random interval and yuh woun't know what tuh tink, and here I thoughtcha were a genius." - Harley with her head on Ivy's lap as Marinette starts wheezing.

"I think y'all broke her." - Frank just pointed to Marinette as she was still cackling and wheezing while in the fetal position.

That's when Selina walked in...

"What the hell did you guys do to Kitten?!" - Selina dropping the bags she got from some high end shop, and after they made sure Marinette was still alive they continued their game... and Marinette may have actually written the list of ingredients for that position, but only as a last resort. When it was time for them to sleep Marinette spent the night with her moms, like she use to when she was 4.

She got up early to make sure everything was ready, she had her sketch book in her backpack, as well as some pencils, ear buds, snacks and a picture of her with her family and friends. She decided to wear her new watch and charm bracelet as she finished checking her bag, she then went into the garden to say goodbye to all the plants, and to give Bud, Lou and Frank one last goodbye. She had about 3 hours before her and her Aunt were to head to the airport, and she spent that time with her moms, almost never leaving their side.

……… ……… …….

As the plane took off she looked out the airplane window, saying goodbye to Gotham, until her next visit home....

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Chapter 3 complete, also just in case I didn't describe her B-day gifts good enough, here's what they look like (꒪꒳꒪)

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