#(and then they introduced jon and AGED JON UP—)

[atgvnpoint]

Seeing   how   the   cheeks   of   the   younger   man   flushed   brought   a   grin   to   Benji's   lips   which   was   soon   followed   by   a   burst   of   laughter.   ❝Oh   come   on,   if   I   was   your   age,   I'd   fight   that   Jon   for   your   attention.   Maybe   you   can   introduce   Jon   to   me   when   everything   has   calmed   down.   I'd   love   to   meet   this   mysterious   guy   one   day.❞   He   winked,   still   chuckling   at   the   nudge.   But   as   soon   as   Damien   left   him   alone,   Benji's   smile   disappeared   and   he   turned   serious.   Thinking   about   Jason,   Two-Face,   Penguin,   and   his   father   until   Damien   came   back   with   a   bowl   of   soup.   Instead   of   fighting   it,   Benji   ate   with   Damien's   help,   and   deep   inside,   he   was   thankful   that   he   wasn't   alone.

It   was   the   message   that   brought   back   this   feeling   of   anxiety   and   hope   in   Benji.   Without   thinking   twice,   he   sat   up   and   got   up   from   the   bed   no   matter   how   painful   it   was.   ❝How   is   he?❞   Benji   asked   while   putting   on   some   clothes.   His   broken   bones   still   hurt   a   lot,   but   he   ignored   it.   Benji   wanted   to   see   Jason   as   soon   as   possible.   ❝I'm   done.❞   Quickly   he   moved   over   to   Damien   and   curled   his   hand   around   the   other's.   ❝Let's   go.   I   hope   he'll   recognize   me   again.❞

Tanned cheeks grew vibrantly flushed at the mention of spending time with Jon.

"Shut up."

He nudged Benji gently, but in an area where he didn't have injuries and wouldn't hurt him.

He did leave though, but came back shortly with a bowl of soup which he helped Benji eat. It was nearly dawn when he got the message.

"You can see Jason now. He's still a wolf but the bond has been broken. He's safe."

[mixingandmelting]

Can you please write Damian and Jon innocently crushing on reader who has same powers as scarlet witch? Batman found her and decided to join her in batfam. When he introduced her to Jon and Damian (as they are same age) they started to crush on her.

On day one, they didn’t expect much where Damian was expressing his typical criticisms of what his father possibly saw in you while Jon, having inherited the “cheerful and friendly” gene of the Kents, was trying to make small talk with you. Despite being meek and shy, you had blown them away when you revealed your current skills in magic. The Supersons were rendered speechless from the mini show-and-tell where you showed your various skills in witchcraft. It was as if they weren’t on-guard already having Batman fill them in prior about your powers and your potential of becoming a Nexus being. Since then, their feelings had developed overtime, from best friends to realizing they had a crush on you. 

Just because they have a crush, though, on you doesn't mean everything changed. Simply take everything the two boys already had and ramp it up ten-fold. They’re constantly quipping and jabbing at each other, nudging, punching, and kicking literally right behind your back when the three of you are hanging out and walking. It also happens during missions, where it had jeopardized missions time to time as they vie for your attention; Damian displaying his intellects and tech while Jon showcases his powers as a half- Krpytonian. When you’re out of ear shot or when the duo are the only ones for the day, most of the time is spent with one of them trying to one-up the other. Jon brags how he’s able to physically stay next to you the most with his abilities that defies common-sense and the law of gravity. Damian gloats he’s the one you spend the most time with considering the fact you’re living with him at the manor. 

Ironically, having the same crush allows them to be completely in-sync. They never once talked, not even sharing a single word, when it comes to being overprotective. They’re already coordinating on-spot when they feel you and your well-being is being threatened. Damian in-charge of being the guard dog at home, where he doesn’t allow Dick, Jason, or Tim to get close to you, nonetheless sit next to you. He’s heard the rumors and read the files on Dick and Jason’s infamous rendez-vous with multiple ladies. As for Tim, it’s simply from him disliking the other. When it’s the three of you, it’s Jon’s job to distract you while Damian gets to work and makes anyone who seems suspicious to back-off through all means without letting you notice. Jon would randomly point at something so you wouldn’t see the glare and words Damian mouths to the offending party as both worked to make sure they don’t get any more rivals.  

During the one time when Batman was brainstorming with Superman who to call to help you hone your skills, they didn’t notice their sons walking past them and slowly scan the lists of names they had written so far. The world’s finest had faced many threats before but they have never felt so much fear and eeriness when the boys gave their blood-related fathers a look after loud squeaking echoes in the Batcave from the force exerted on the red marker used to draw a large X over John Constantine’s name. Little did the two men knew at that moment they were to be merely the first victims when out of nowhere, their sons appeared at the Watchtower. Forget about scolding them for eavesdropping on the Justice League’s conversation, the two vigilantes along with Nightwing, who had to get shaken out of his state of shock, were focused on stopping their respective child from further scaring the Flash into drilling through the floor from vibrating on the same spot. And it was all over the joke of his son Jai to become a vigilante pair with you just like Beast Boy and Raven. 

[fancyfeathers]

Happy thanksgiving, I hope it is going well🦃

Thank you for responding to my other ask about the flinching around the batfamily. But now another question has popped up in my head, what if Daughter reader just randomly picks one of the "siblings" to cling onto for dear life. But it backfires for the sibling because uh oh! Daughter Reader met their friend and suddenly boom she has a crush on them. Example Maybe: Tim? (I love Tim he's my favorite lol.) Daughter Reader sees his "subtleness" in obsession or whatever he likes to call it😒 Reader is chilling with Tim, then KON walks in and she never whipped her head around so fast. (Obviously Tim notices.) Now not only is Tim (or any other sibling of the batfamily you'd like to use) is dealing with a clingy reader, now they're dealing with said reader constantly asking them about their friend and occasionally stealing their phone to stare at pictures of said friend. (She's a little creepy she's been cooped up in a manor for like a decade by now give her a break she's trying her best.) OR! When the batsibling's friend comes back over reader gives them a drawing she made of them Thank you reading have a lovely Day/Night! - 🐈‍⬛Anon

Yandere Batfam w/ Wife/Mother!Darling & Daughter/Sister!Darling Masterlist

Ooooo this is giving me ideas

I did make Daughter!Darling younger than Damian so Kon might be a bit too old for her (or young… he was created in a lab, but that’s a whole other can of worms)

But this gave me an ideas for two scenarios that stem from this idea…

Taking the crush aspect out of this cause of age differences with the idea with Kon, like Tim brings him around to the house for the first time while Daughter!Darling is home from school or one of the many outings that Dick takes her on of his choosing. Connor is definitely friendly to her, Tim has definitely mentioned his little sister to him, how amazing she is, how adorable, how perfect-

She looks terrified when Damian came around looking for her, mentioning something about notes in class…

Then the second time he comes around to visit, he catches a glimpse of Bruce locking her bedroom door with her inside… who does that?

Then when he came around to see Tim and he walked into the living room and he saw his friends taking photos of her just sitting and doing schoolwork and she clearly looks uncomfortable.

He finds some excuse to have Tim leave the room so he can ask her…

“Are you okay?”

“N-no…”

He felt horrible for her, but he did not have anymore time to ask questions before Tim returned. Kon is not capable of taking care of a child but he knows people who definitely can.

It’s when she is at school and out on the swings alone, Damian scared away her friends again today and…

“Hello, mind if I sit by you?”

There is a man with glasses and a visitor’s pass that comes to speak with her and she lets him, he introduces himself as Clark Kent and he lets her connect the dots. He lets her know that she can speak freely and he is here to help her and just everything spills out with tears. Clark would be horrified by what he hears, this little girl is in danger and no one had cared enough to help her and-

“Hang on tight.”

There is just a quick moment before he picks her up and they are in the air with him taking her somewhere he’ll know she’ll be safe for now anyway, with his family.

He’ll explain things to Lois and Jon, but he is sure they will understand… they have to…

The other way I could see this scenario going is…

With the idea of when she starts having a boyfriend who is a member of the Court of Owls (I mentioned him in these posts, link, link, link, link)

But Damian would have probably have made friends to help with his cover, and of course there is the most perfect boy in school, talented, smart, kind, head of the student council, on many sports teams. Then when Damian began attending that school after Talia left him with Bruce, he was the one who was we so adamant about making him feel welcome, but of course it was a fake friendship on both sides. The boy had no real interest in being Damian’s friend, but he also needs to keep up his appearance.

He could honestly care less about Damian until when they come into his first period class and introduce a new student, Damian’s little sister and when the teacher asks for volunteers to show her around the classroom, his hand shoots up. Damian is fine enough with his friend to help his sister, he won’t get close-

That is until the end of the day when he sees her walking down the steps of the school with that boy, laughing and chatting with each other. It is fine, he is a family with a good reputation-

Then when he is supposed to come over for a school project for Damian’s and his science class, he is talking to his sister after they are done working and are waiting for his driver.

Then there is the time when they just went on summer break and she comes into Damian’s room and asks for the address of the boy’s summer home because they promised to write to each other and she had his address on her phone but she got it taken away since she would only need it to call the family and she-

Damian wants to pull out his hair more and more every time she mentions this boy. This goes on for years and into high school and it all comes to a boiling point where Damian catches them making out in the stairwell.

Oh my god he wants to kill them, wants to rip out his heart, wants to bang his head into the concrete over and over again. He restrains himself and only threatens him with some bruising and harsh words.

But after that nothing is the same.

His sister distances herself from Damian, he cuts off his friend, but then true colors begin to show to Damian, only Damian.

Like when he opens his locker and finds it defaced, threats, insults, and strangely enough a feather, like a signature, but to whom does it belong to?

The boy puts on his perfect facade and acts like he actually cares about Damian and as it he had nothing to do with it, but his laughter when he is talking to his group of friends just seems too loud, the kisses he shares with his sister are almost smug, and the perfect smile and the praise he receives from his teachers and classmates leaves a sour taste in Damian’s mouth.

He wished he had asked his father to have his sister homeschool.

[bumblesimagines]

The Wolf's Guard

Request: Yes or No

Summary: The love between a wolf and their darling is unbreakable, even if that darling is a Bolton.

Pronouns: He/Him/His, M!Reader

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If the Starks were known for anything, it was their honor, duty, and family values. Everyone in all of Westeros knew it, from the poor to the rest of the Great Houses, as many had bore witness to those traits at play. The wolves of the north, the pack that'd once been called Kings, had bent the knee willingly during Aegon's Conquest and from then on, were known as Wardens of the North.

The glorious House Stark of Winterfell. Robb still vividly remembered the days in which he and his bastard brother, Jon Snow, were taught the history of their ancestors. Brandon the Boisterous, Cregan Stark, Rodwell Stark, Rickard Stark... Robb knew their names well, knew the significance of their importance to his bloodline. They were his ancestors, warriors with wolf's blood coursing through their veins, and blood that ran through his. Just like them, Robb is heir to Winterfell, the firstborn son of Lord Eddard Stark and Lady Catelyn Stark. And while Robb's heart valued honor, duty, and family over all else, there were times when he wished he hadn't been born first.

The first time he took his mind off his duty as heir (a duty everyone constantly reminded him of every waking moment) was when Roose Bolton brought his second-born son, (Y/N) Bolton, to Winterfell when they were children to become a ward under Eddard Stark. He'd heard about the stories and rumors surrounding the family and their ancestral home, the Dreadfort. Their history was as lengthy as the Starks, with their own ancestors having been once called the Red Kings. While Starks were honorable, Boltons were cruel, cunning, and dishonorable with a tradition of flaying their enemies that they were forced to give up upon being bannermen for the Starks. However, there were rumors they still flayed their prisoners after days and weeks of torture.

Robb and Jon exchanged whispers while their father spoke with Roose Bolton, an unremarkably ordinary-looking man despite the eerie aura that surrounded him and his sons. His eyes were striking, a color so pale and odd that they made shivers run down the spines of the two boys when he looked in their direction. But the prickle of uneasiness that poked at Robb vanished when (Y/N) looked toward him. Jon immediately ducked behind the barrel they'd chosen to hide behind but Robb held his gaze and was rewarded with a grin. 

"Robb," His father had called out, "Come."

Robb immediately obeyed, jumping out from behind the barrel and striding over to his brother. At the age of seven, Robb knew his place as heir very well so he made every attempt at showing everyone the manners and way of nobles he'd been taught. Ned placed a comforting hand over his shoulder and smiled down at his son. "Why don't you show (Y/N) around Winterfell, Robb? His father and I have much to discuss." 

"Yes, Father." Robb nodded, his auburn curls bouncing off his forehead. Domeric Bolton, eldest son of Roose and heir to the Dreadfort, similarly set his hand over his younger brother's shoulder. (Y/N) peered up at his father and then at his brother, lingering even after Roose gave him an approving nod. 

"Go on," Domeric murmured gently and (Y/N) looked back at Robb with a growing smile. 

Robb spent the rest of the day showing (Y/N) around Winterfell, his chest puffing out with pride each time (Y/N) seemed impressed about something. Jon and Theon trailed after them, providing input that (Y/N) largely ignored in favor of giving Robb his full attention, something surprisingly made him squirm. He finished the tour by introducing (Y/N) to his mother and his younger sister, Sansa. Catelyn greeted (Y/N) politely, more kindly than she treated Jon at least, and offered to get some sweets for them after dinner while Sansa clung to her skirts and watched them.

It wasn't until a few days later, when the boys were giggling on a stack of haybale after their latest mischief that Robb had a thought that would continue to emerge: 'I wish he were a girl.'

As they grew and reached their fifteenth name days, they both began showcasing the faithful traits of their house. Robb grew gentler, less mischievous, and showed a strong sense of honor. He continued reading his histories and studied faithfully under the septa, training nearly every day with Ser Rodrick Cassel and accompanying his father whenever he ventured out on hunts or to meet with others. (Y/N) seemingly grew a taste for blood, something that emerged during training. He went easier on Robb than the others, incredibly apparent as Theon and Jon would end up bruised and bloody by the end of each session. But despite Theon's complaints and Jon's worries about (Y/N) fatally injuring someone, Robb could never shake the astonished, fluttery feeling whenever he saw (Y/N). 

"Come on, boy," Ser Rodrick called to the staggering Jon and Robb couldn't help but wince at the trickle of blood going down his nose. Jon wiped it away, his black hair clinging to his dirt-speckled sweaty face. Nobody had to look at Theon to know the boy likely looked pale as winter snow. (Y/N) pointed the - thankfully - wooden sword at Jon and cocked his head to the side, a wide grin across his face. 

"What's wrong, Snow?" (Y/N) taunted, and Jon glared at him, throwing aside his sword and marching right up to (Y/N). The Bolton laughed when Jon grabbed the sides of his chest armor, his teeth digging into his bottom lip before he rammed the end of the sword into Jon's temple. Jon cursed loudly and released him to grab the side of his head, the blow working as intended when (Y/N) slammed his foot into Jon's chest piece and knocked him back. 

"I believe that's enough, aye, lad?" Robb straightened up at the sound of his father's voice, craning his neck to watch Ned step out of the nearby building and approach them with a grimace. He gently clapped the back of (Y/N)'s shoulder to congratulate him, his eyes remaining locked on his bastard son's panting form. "Go see Maester Luwin, Jon."

"May I have a word in private, Lord Stark?" Ser Rodrick asked, earning a curt nod in response. (Y/N)'s eyes followed the two older men as they walked further away from them, their voices drowned out by the hustle and bustle of servants working and guests chatting. His lips formed a noticeable pout, one that made Robb chuckle as he helped take the chest piece off him. 

"They're going to send me home." (Y/N) muttered bitterly.

"They won't," Robb assured him, handing the piece off to a nearby servant and giving them a thankful smile. (Y/N) huffed, the air coming out in a small cloud, and he tossed the sword aside into the dirt beside them. Robb caught a brief look at the knitted brow, sullen expression on his face before (Y/N) turned on his heel and stormed away. Immediately, Robb followed without a second thought, keeping his eyes focused on the boy until they reached the Godswood. 

"Leave me alone, Robb." (Y/N) muttered grumpily, slumping down on the ground beside the water and roughly tugging blades of grass from the ground. 

"Not until you tell me what's wrong," Robb responded, taking a seat beside him and gazing out into the water. The Godswood had always been a place to seek peace or advice from the Old Gods, a place Robb could visit to clear his mind or simply escape for a brief moment. (Y/N) pursed his lips and Robb smiled, pressing his fingertip against (Y/N)'s cheek and gigging softly when he swatted at his hand. "Come on, tell me." 

"Nobody here likes me. They're scared of me." (Y/N) said quietly, tugging more grass out of the dirt. "Lord Eddard is going to send me home to the Dreadfort, I know he is. Father's going to be mad at me but at least Dom will be there."

Robb stared at him, noticing the way he pressed his lips together to stop them from quivering. "I like you." He revealed softly and (Y/N) tilted his head toward him, eyes flickering between Robb's vibrant blue eyes. Robb's stomach twisted and turned, heat rising up his neck and covering his ears like fire. 

"How much?"

"A lot." He admitted, the branches above them gently rustling together with the wind. The sound eased his nerves, eased the dread threatening to bubble up and consume him. "If you were a lady, I would ask Father to let us wed."

(Y/N)'s lips curled up at that. "The Old Gods do not care if we're both men, Robb." He reminded him, that familiar grin working its way onto his face. Robb smiled again, setting his hand over (Y/N)'s and putting an end to his constant grass tearing. "Would you kill for me, Robb?"

"To protect you, yes," Robb answered immediately, no poundering needed. He'd kill to protect any of his loved ones. His parents, Jon, Theon, Sansa, little Arya and Bran. His father spilled blood for his late sister, Lyanna, during the rebellion and Robb doubted his father wouldn't do it all over again for her. "Would you?"

"If you asked." Then, (Y/N) leaned forward and clumsily mushed their lips together, sending a jolt down Robb's spine and a heat throughout his face. He'd kissed a young lady once or twice in secret and out of curiosity but despite his brief experience, he moved nervously and just as clumsily. 

Things rapidly changed from then on, behind closed doors at least. To the servants and residents of Winterfell, the two remained the same close friends as always, but away from prying eyes and curious ears, they were inseparable lovers. Robb's lingering stares grew and any ladies his mother asked him about were brushed away for one excuse or another. The sneaking around, the subtle touches, and innocent gestures, it was all exciting for them but Robb grew to prefer how hungry (Y/N) always seemed for him. It felt good to be wanted, felt good when he whispered loving confessions and laughed at (Y/N)'s eye rolls and flustered smiles. 

Until, as quickly as their relationship began, they were just as quickly swept away from each other. 

Not long after (Y/N) sixteenth name day, news arrived at Winterfell of Domeric Bolton's death. An illness in the stomach, the first letter from Maester Uthor read, but the letter from Roose informed him of a new family member who'd potentially caused the death of his brother: a half-brother by the name of Ramsay Snow—a bastard of the North. With Domeric dead, the title of heir fell on (Y/N)'s shoulders and took him away from Winterfell and back to the Dreadfort. Jon and Theon eased with his absence but Robb's heart broke into pieces. As a secondborn, (Y/N) could do as he pleased and remain by Robb's side forever if he wished, but as an heir?

As much as his absence pained him, Robb ensured to write (Y/N) many letters, most with secret messages only the two of them could understand. He detailed any events that'd gone on, small or big, silly or tragic. He wrote to him about the pups found by Jon and the one he'd claimed, about the royal visit at Winterfell and his father's new position as Hand, Jon joining the Night's Watch, the saddening news of his sister's wolf being killed. The letters stopped when Lord Robb Stark of Winterfell called the bannermen to war. 

Robb focused on the war, on avenging his father and bringing his beloved sisters home before they could be harmed by the Lannisters. The Bolton's joined the effort, of course, but Robb hardly saw (Y/N) during the start. They both had their duties, their own men to command, and many more things to worry about. But, the reunion had Robb nearly collapsing. 

He'd seen him, caught a brief glance during a battle with Lannister's army. It'd been enough to make him fight even harder, and they'd won in the end, returning back to camp to treat their wounded and count the dead. Robb had been swept away, his new title as King of the North forcing even more responsibilities onto his lap, but he managed to keep his racing mind focused enough to manage the tasks at hand, nearly forgetting about the glimpse until that night. 

Dragging the wet rag over his sword, Robb thought about his father. He thought about all the things Ned would say to him, the advice he'd give to him. His father knew of battles and rebellions, he knew of war. Robb only knew what he learned as the war progressed. Sure, there were many older men who'd fought alongside his father, who still had the taste of war in their mouths, but none would compare to the knowledge of Eddard Stark. He sighed quietly, gazing over his reflection and failing to hear the person entering his tent. 

"King of the North, aye? Has a pretty ring to it." He tensed immediately, first due to surprise and then because of that familiar voice. His head whirled around, eyes wide and heart pleading. (Y/N) grinned at him, splatters of blood still covering his skin and clothes from a battle the Boltons and few others had ridden out to, but it suited him perfectly. The sword fell with a loud clatter and Robb darted up from his seat, unable to restrain himself from flying into (Y/N)'s embrace. "Missed me, hm?" He laughed.

"Of course, I missed you, you bastard." Robb exhaled, leaning back to grasp the sides of his face, disregarding the blood that smeared onto his palms before he crashed their lips together. An almost animalistic growl-like noise emitted from (Y/N) throat and he kissed him back more roughly, as were most things with (Y/N). The Bolton backed him up until Robb fell back onto the bed, briefly knocking the air out of him. (Y/N) hovered above him, eyes glinting with a familiar look that sent heat rushing to his stomach.

"Sorry 'bout Lord Eddard, Robb." He murmured, dipping down to brush his lips over Robb's cheek and down to his throat where he dug his teeth lightly into him. 

"I heard of your half-brother, (Y/N)." Robb sighed again, the familiarity of it all making him lightheaded. His beloved had always been all tongue and teeth. (Y/N) snorted softly into his throat, a short chuckle leaving him at the mention of Ramsay's demise. He'd died in his sleep, or so Lord Bolton had said. 

"Never liked him, anyway." (Y/N) told him, rising back up to press their lips tightly together, teeth digging into Robb's bottom lip and tugging lightly. "I have news, Robb."

"Can it wait?" Robb knew the answer but he hoped pulling (Y/N) closer would change his mind. (Y/N) chuckled again and moved his hips, a lazy smirk spreading across his face when Robb cursed softly under his breath and reached down to fumble with their pants. 

"No, My King."

"Gods, you're the worst."

A sadistic little bastard but Robb loved him anyway. (Y/N)'s amusement faded away and he inhaled heavily, planting his hands on the sides of Robb's head and staring down at him. The seriousness made Robb straighten up, despite their rather compromising position, and he nodded for (Y/N) to continue. "My father plans on betraying you, Robb. Your rejection of Walder Frey's girls gave way for Father. He plans on marrying one of his daughters for an alliance. He wants to kill you." Robb's blood ran icy cold. War always had its fair share of traitors and cowardly, slimy men.

"Are you certain?" Robb sat up in the bed, forcing (Y/N) to lean back and stand again. A traitor in their midst and Walder Frey's ego. Two problems Robb hardly had time to deal with. (Y/N) reached out, fingers dipping under Robb's chin and tilting his head up.

"Give me your command and I'll bring his head to you by early morrow." 

[ectopolis]

as someone who is a stubborn completionist comic reader and a somewhat studied fan of DC in particular, this was the best & funniest post. "you guys haven't read the horror side of DC!" and then following that up with the flash is, like, the best. noted DC horror character barry allen. i'm calling the period in the 70s where barry was a republican to oliver queen's liberal to hal's shocked face of horror (yes, this was an actual title DC ran) the horror flash era.

i want to say that you are definitely right, but just like, substitute the flash for, like, the doom patrol. jane's powerset is by definition kind of infinite. cliff steele is a brain in a robot body who bashes his face into walls because he can't feel pain. negative man is... not altogether that different from danny, actually. alan moore's swamp thing, maybe one of DC's most famous horror titles of all time, features an issue where you find out the swamp thing isn't a person-crossed-over-with-plant-DNA, but a sentient plant that absorbed alec holland's consciousness before he died. that's also not all that dissimilar to what danny goes through, if not actually kind of worse. swamp thing's powers are also not that dissimilar, to be honest - there's one really funny bit (context: swamp thing and constantine fucking hate each other) where swamp thing has to possess constantine for a bit.... and he takes constantine's body to get a tattoo of a tree on his ass. i digress.

i'd also argue in favor of one dynamic in particular: as a character, danny is a spider-man pastiche, pretty obviously. but when spider-man was originally created, he was, like all other heroes at the time, a riff on the most popular, enduring symbol of superheroes: superman.

i love superman comics, like a lot, actually. superman comics have come to revolve around the question of giving a human person infinite physical power. there's no such thing as beating superman because the whole point is, you can't - clark's become so overpowered over the years that it's come to be meaningful within the story, like death of superman was only as impactful as it was because it was the death of fucking superman. clark's consistently depicted as always, always aware of his strength, because he can flick someone a mile away. (he does this to deathstroke once while drunkenly posing as bruce wayne. they actually hadn't met yet)

but in a real way, superman lives in a world of cardboard. there is next to nothing he can't destroy without even trying. his struggle has become power and how to wield it, power and how to manage it safely, how to use his senses without getting overwhelmed. powers so acute they cause sensory overwhelm are a superfam rite of passage, as is ethically dubious cloning, as is billionaires making tech to kill specifically you, as is growing up terrified of governmental vivisection. these things are in danny phantom because they're also features of spider-man comics, but spider-man got it from superman. there are comics where clark's hearing is so acute he can pinpoint batman's heartbeat across the planet. like, i don't do crossovers much, but i see a LOT of danny-meets-the-batfam (which is fine! i love the batfam! have your fun!) when my natural instinct is actually clark-takes-danny-to-space. i mean, clark literally has a glacier fortress of infinite ice where he houses endangered space animals. he keeps pet sun eaters. i don't even know what the fuck a 'sun eater' is but it's an alien pet and clark has a plurality of them, what more does a superpowered space geek need?

too many dpxdc headcanons about danny creeping the other heroes out that were obviously made by fans who havent read the more horror side of dc. danny would complain about slowly losing his humanity and the flash would say "i get that, i also died more times than i can count and im not sure if im fully human anymore" and they would high five and go get burgers together

[tha-star]

I love the trope of wearing your boyfriend's clothes. And I was reading a fanfic where Jon is excited to introduce Damian to his college friends (both age up), and Damian ended up realizing that Jon was kind of wanting to show off his boyfriend.

So I was wondering what it would be like for Damian to show up at Jon's college or somewhere Jon is with his colleagues, wearing Jon's jersey or jacket?

I feel that Jon would be into it.

Also waking up in the morning and making coffee, and Damian will find him in the kitchen, sleepy, wearing only underwear and a Jon's shirt.

The kind of boyfriend who sees the one he loves wearing his clothes and gets all excited, butterflies in his stomach.

I imagine he's the type who wants to show off a little with Damian 🤭

Jon would forget what he was doing at that sight.

He would only return to reality with Damian mocking him: Do you like burnt pancakes?

(The fanfic I was talking about:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/26457448/chapters/64466299

Really good one)

[traditionalartist]

SuperBat AU where Clark & Bruce are 2 single dads sharing an apartment unit together.

In this AU every single superheroes & supervillains are just regular humans - no superpowers, no metas, no aliens, no magic users, etc. You get the idea.

Ok so Clark is a recently single dad with Jon in his custody since Lois died - whereas in Bruce's case, he & Talia have a mutual agreement that Dami would be better off under Bruce's care.

After Lois' death, Clark can't afford to continue living at his old place any longer since his income alone isn't enough to cover the rent & bills.

So he & Jonathan move out. Together, they search for available apartments, but nothing successful so far.

Until Jonathan spotted a "Roommate wanted!!" ad. This person (or people?) provides free accommodation in exchange for the potential roommate to help with the cleaning once a week. Bonus points if said potential roommate can cook. Signed by a D.W..

So Clark & Jonathan take on the offer & they go to the address listed.

When they reached their destination, their jaws dropped.

As it turns out, the address' location is in a luxurious apartment building named "Wayne Residence", but it's more commonly known as "The Nocturnal Palace" because majority of the inhabitants are well-known for being Night Owls.

Clark knocks on the door of the unit number listed on the ad. Seconds later, a man around his age opens the door from the other side. And Clark is starstruck.

On the other side is the most handsome man Clark has ever seen. With hair as black as the night sky & eyes as blue as the ocean, Clark feels himself lost into the man's piercing gaze. The man introduces himself as Bruce.

Jonathan shows the ad to Bruce & he looks puzzled, stating that he never made such an ad. But then a younger voice piped up from behind the man, confirming that Clark & Jonathan came to the right place.

The owner of the young voice comes up to stand next to the man, revealing a boy around Jonathan's age with black hair, dark brown skin & eyes the color of the emerald gemstone. The boy introduces himself as Damian.

Bruce sends a pointed look at Damian, silently hinting that they'll talk about this later, but Damian stands firm in his belief that Bruce needs a roommate, pointing out that Bruce nearly burn down the kitchen multiple times whenever he's not paying attention to the still-on stove, or that one time when Bruce tried to bake a pie, he forgot to change the oven's temperature setting from °C to °F & they got a burnt & inedible pie as a result.

Bruce simply sighs in resignation & that's the story of how Clark & Bruce (along with their respective sons) became roommates.

[meowmeowmeowmeow4x]

Supersons +1 prompt answer

If you asked Danny, 12 year old half-ghost hero of Amity Park, how half-life was going, he'd tell you things were mixed.

On the one hand, he had just spent the last three or four months in family/scientist/'this house is a death trap waiting to happen' therapy with Jazz, and by some miracle, it worked. He wasn't sure if this was some kind of dream as his parents poured over years upon years of research, crossing out lines, rewriting equations, and reevaulating everything they thought they knew about ghosts.

Was the shudders family therapy worth not going over how they'd like to dissect him? he's still not sure. The horror.

Not to mention the attention. Danny was sure he was going to throw up if his parents drag him away for more bonding time, only for a ghost to attack and for him to run off to transform. What made it worse was when the Fentons came barrelling out, guns blazing, alternating between getting mad that he'd interrupted their family time, and asking him questions about "Your suspicious spook culture, if you even have one you dangerous delusional delinquent!"

At least they were trying, but Danny was very much comfortable not spilling the beans on the whole half-ghost situation, thank you very much.

And that's why, when Dad proposed to take him to Gotham to show off their latest invention, he jumped at the chance. The home city of the Batman, one of the greatest heroes known to man (except for Martian Manhunter and Superman of course) and Dad promised to take him to Gotham Observatory too. Not to mention how much he wanted to get away from Jazz's smug looks of superiority. Gotham here he comes!

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Damian Wayne scowled as he scanned the crowed of scientists with more smarts than sense. Really, a flying toilet seat. For what deviant?

"Maybe they're for people who can fly." Kent piped up beside him. Father had let the two of them run off together, and his company was mildly more appealing than being alone with his thoughts.

"Why would Superman ever need to relieve himself mid-air. I do not believe you would appreciate your father's rear end being on display for all the world to see."

"True." Jon hummed. His voice lowered to a whisper. "You think indecent exposure is what your dad meant by "scoping out any potential future villains?"

Damian gave Jon a flat look. The sooner this convention ended, the better.

The crowded shifted, and the mass of visitors pushed toward a certain corner, where a man large enough to rival Superman's build stood upon a podium, with a boy their age off to the side.

"Ladies and gentlemen, let me introduce to you the latest in FentonWorks' innovations, the Fenton Ghost Zone Radar, soon to revolutionise the study of ghosts!"

"I thought ghosts were a magic thing." Jon said. "You know, stuff Constantine and JLD deal with."

"They are."

"Mixing magic and science is like, like, oil and water. No way this guy's serious, is he?"

"His name is Jack Fenton. That's Daniel Fenton, his son." Damian pointed to the boy in question, looking like he'd seen this scene a hundred times before, but with that knowing glint that promised something deeper. "They're normally spotted alongside Jack's wife, Madeline. Widely regarded as quacks by the larger scientific community for chasing paper-thin theories about ghosts, they've nonetheless gained funding from the government. This is the first time they've left their base of operations in Amity Park for years."

"Woah, you know your stuff, Dami!"

Damian glared at the young Superboy in disguise. "I read the briefing files. Didn't you?"

Kent looked uncomfortable and looked away. "Uhh, maybe?"

"Typical."

"Well, if he's so crazy, then why'd your dad even let him in." Upon another scathing glare, Kent relented. "Oh right, the whole supervillain thing."

"Enough chatter. We'll zero in on the younger Fenton. I intend to squeeze him like a grape, and make Father proud."

"Dami maybe you should be a little nicer-" Only for Damian to march off without him.

Honestly, inane niceties were above someone of his status. Those things were Superboy's job, and if Daniel Fenton wouldn't crack, then Damian was itching to try a new torture technique.

@impyssadobsessions

[caffeinatedvigilantewriter]

This has a lot of de aging and if you don’t like that, scroll :))

So Danny, Jazz, Dante (Dan) and Ellie (Dani) all get deaged (either by the Fentons or GIW)

Jazz is now 9, Danny is now 7, Dante is now 11 and Ellie is 5.

Their memories are somewhat intact, but they don’t really remember who they are. (All have their halfa/liminal powers)

They somehow escape and end up being separated (via powers, ghostly meddling, etc)

Jazz ends up in Bludhaven

Danny in San Francisco

Dante in Crime Alley

and Ellie in Gotham

So in this AU, all the Batboys are adults

Dick is 38, Jason 35, Tim is 32, and Damian 23.

And in this AU, they just had a huggeeeeee argument with each other and with Bruce, so they’re not speaking much.

Nightwing across a girl no older than 9 fending off three adult men with ease. Definitely a meta human. Dick ends up taking the kid home when he realizes she wants revenge (from what, Dick doesn’t know) and he sees too much of himself in the kid to let her go. Wally and Jazz get along great.

Jason feels someone watching him, and he confronts them only to find aggravated it’s an 11 year old boy, with white hair just like him. After the kid drops some concerning information about Jason’s dead status (Dante telling Jason he’s liminal). Lian won’t mind a new brother, right?

Kon comes across a scared kid, who ends up throwing him into a car before he calms down and introduces himself as Danny. Kon brings him home and he and Tim sets up the spare bedroom with space blankets.

Damian, patrolling as Blackbird, comes across a girl in a dumpster, having fallen in on accident. When Damian pulls her out, she begins melting in his arms before regaining solidness and passing out. There’s no sign of the girls parents anywhere, so Damian takes her in. At least Jon likes her

A few months, the GIW came to the Justice League to inform them about four dangerous ghosts that escaped confinement and are now running free. They need the Leauges help to recapture them.

Bruce doesn’t buy it. After asking to see a sample of ‘ectoplasm’, he realizes all of his kids are ecto entities and have no basic human rights.

He calls a family meeting and watches as four of his sons arrive with a kid each.

[acesofspadess]

Dancing With A stranger Lover

CS55 & LN4 x mclaren!strategist!reader

a/n: putting this under Carlos because it's his win if that makes sense....

warnings: angst, Carlos and Lando being idiots, crying, some steamy content at the end, fluff

summary: a 1-2 mean more to the trio then they let on

2020

Walking up to the MTC with a mask on your face was not what you had expected when you signed up for this job… the mask part at least… but you couldn’t complain considering the pandemic was how you got your job. 

You knew about the duo dubbed ‘Carlando’; anyone who didn’t was living under a rock. They were one of the best duo’s on the grid. “Y/n!” You looked up hearing the familiar voice. “Uncle Z.” You cheered as he pulled you into a hug. “Everyone’s waiting for you, come on.” You cringed a little at that, “I told you all of this wasn’t necessary.” You scolded him but he just shrugged. “It was a team day, why not add a little extra fun?” He laughed.

“At my expense no doubt.” You rolled your eyes. “Yes, exactly.” You couldn't help but laugh with him. As you walked into the MTC you were met with a sea of papaya. “Fun.” you whispered under your breath seeing everyone interacting like family, something you now had to intrude on.

“Hey everyone! This is my niece, Y/N, she’s the new head strategist! She told me I could choose so I gave her the hardest job!” a round of laughter. “I promise you’re gonna love her just as much as I do! She’ll be joining us from today until she’s sick of me and leaves.” He joked, making everyone chuckle. You were looking for the two main people you would be working with and couldn’t find them anywhere.

“I’ll hand the stage over to Y/N now.” He introduced and everyone cheered. “Hello, everyone! It’s nice to meet everyone in this setting.And yes I am British, Zak is the only American,” She stepped to the side in faux disgust. “I walked in and it felt immediately like a family and I can’t wait to join the papaya army.” You teased but everyone cheered at the family name. “I know compared to some of you my job is a track walk, but I plan on still bringing everything I can to the team and-” 

She was cut off by the two aforementioned boys running in not quietly at all. “-and making sure I get those two to wherever they need to be,” she looked at her watch, “not 20 minutes past the scheduled time.” She teased immediately and everyone laughed and applauded. “We’re keeping her!” Someone she knew to be Jon, Lando’s performance coach, said, making everyone laugh again.

“Well, that’s all I think I have to say…” She looked at Zak who nodded, “alright, yeah that was easier than I thought. I look forward to working with everyone, cheers to an amazing year ahead.” 

Everyone applauded as her and Zak left the stage and people got acquainted with her. “And these two, whom you already know, are Carlos and Lando.” Rupert -Carlos performance coach- introduced. “Nice to meet you, hope you didn’t mind the call out too much.” You joked. “Not at all.” Carlos shook your hand, then passed it to Lando, “It’s nice having someone who can have a laugh around here.” He said eyeing Jon and Rupert.

That was where it started. Throughout that year you had all become close, it was more than just co-workers, you were friends. Age wise you were in the middle of the two, but were definitely the most mature. They came to you when things got too hard to keep to themselves.

It wasn’t long after Lando’s first podium did you find out the two were dating. You had your hunch, them not being the most discreet in challenges… but you think you loved them even more for that. The turntable in your relationship was when Carlos moved to Ferrari. You were hit harder than you thought you would be and that’s when you realised your feelings for the duo. 

Seeing them in their red and papaya fireproofs acting as if they were on the same team made you feel…left out?.... You weren’t sure at all.

2022 The British Grand Prix

No one had to be a mad scientist to feel the tension in the air between the trio that weekend. You wondered if it was because you had invited one of your male friends to the race. Carlos was the most distant from you, which spiked curiosity considering he wasn’t the driver that would be near him the most. You wanted to ask them about it and when you saw the couple walking upstairs into the Mclaren hub that Saturday before qualifying, you followed them.

“What’s your issue?” You opened the door startling the duo who were sitting on the couch. “What happened to hello, how are you?” Lando asked, pulling you in by your arm and closing the door behind you.

“Hello, how are you? What’s your issue?” You asked the first part sarcastically then got down to business. “You.” Carlos muttered under his breath. “Are you having a laugh?” You asked with a dry chuckle. “Why did you bring him?” Lando asked, resuming his spot in Carlos' side. You hated how perfect he fit into him. How they fit into each other. “Why did I bring my best friend to a race that happens to be in our home country? Let me think? Why else?!” You threw her hands out exasperated.

“Are you dating him?” Carlos asked. “I did just say best friend did I not?” You asked rhetorically. “Y/n…” Lando pressed. “No, what the hell? We aren’t dating. Why does it matter to you two if I was.”

“Because we’re your best friends.” Lando explained. “Oh spare me.” You laughed. “You’re telling me you were this upset because you thought I was dating someone?” You clarified. “No,” Caros shook his head and the confusion was written all over your face. “We weren’t mad because you were dating someone-”

“I’m not.”

“-were mad because you weren’t dating us.”

Crickets. 

“I’m sorry what?” You asked a little in shock, which was slowly turning into anger. “We want to date you.” Lando summed up. The moment you laughed you saw the hope drain from heir eyes, and you felt a little bad. “Do you know how long I’ve wanted this to happen?” You started, eyes filling with tears. “Ever since you moved to Ferrari I knew I wanted both of you, but never like this.” She waved her hand between them. “Y/N-” 

“No, you don’t get to treat me like shit this entire weekend because your ego was damaged. If you wanted me you would have just told me. Not act like children and potentially ruin all relationships between us.” You told them, wiping your fallen tears. They stood up as they saw that trying to comfort you but you held your hand out

“No, you don’t get to backtrack now that you see your actions have consequences.” You told them harshly and they physically cringed, you’d only seen Lando cry a handful of times but the tears in his eyes weren’t the same as before. You took a deep breath looking at your watch. “You better get back to Ferrari,” you looked at Carlos, “Jon will be wanting you before qualifying starts.” She then told Lando before opening the door and leaving the couple.

You avoided the boys that entire weekend as much as you could. You still had a job to do and that came first. Carlos converted his pole into a win and you were beyond happy being there for his maiden win.

You knew you had to congratulate him, despite wanting to ignore them both. You walked into Ferrari being greeted as you were always in there. “Upstairs.” Rupert pointed with a wink and she knew he knew what happened.

She knocked on the door hearing a ‘come in’ and opening it. “Y/n…” Carlos isghed. “I just wanted to say congratulations, this was probably the best way to get your maiden win.” She told him with a genuine smile. “But it wasn’t. I didn’t get to celebrate with you.” He told her pulling her sit between the couple.

“We’re sorry we acted like children.” Lando said, placing a hand on her thigh. “I know, I feel like I overreacted.”

“You didn’t.” Carlos denied. “You had every right to act the way you did, and I- we promise to never do that again. Please be ours, mariposa.” You chuckled. “When was the last time you called me that?”

“Only when he wants something.” Lando threw him under the bus. “Ai!” Carlos threw his hat at Landos face. “Then it works doesn’t it.” You looked at them. “Kiss me, por favor.” Carlos begged and you laughed before kissing him. “I’m feeling left out.” Lando pouted. You kissed him next, “now you know how I feel.”

Mexico 2024

And Carlos Sainz is your Mexico City Grand Prix winner!

You wiped your tears from the McLaren pit lane in happiness. “Go!” Andrea shoved you softly and you laughed, taking your headphones off before making you way to the barrier of the podium where you filmed your boys spraying champagne on each other.

Carlos found you below and made sure he gave you a healthy shower of champagne. The weekend was over and you all went out dinner with Carlos’ family, it was sweet and innocent, the total opposite of the club that followed later on.

Mexico City was alive that night, the streets buzzing with excitement, but the club where you, Lando, and Carlos are is on another level. Carlos was in the centre of the action, the crowd chanting “Smooth Operator,” and he was soaking up every second.

Lando wrapped his arm around you, pulling you close with a grin as he watched Carlos climb onto a friend’s shoulders, throwing his arms up in rhythm with the crowd. The bass reverberated through the club as Carlos swayed to the beat, a mischievous smile lighting up his face when he caught your eye. The moment was surreal, and you can’t help but cheer for him, feeling proud and captivated.

“Look at him,” Lando shouts over the music, his lips brushing close to your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. “He knows how to work a crowd.”

“If people don’t know who he is and what just happened, they’re going to be very confused.” you laughed, turning to Lando, catching the gleam in his eye. His arm slipped from your shoulders to your waist, pulling you against him as you both watched Carlos’s performance. 

When Carlos finally climbs down, the crowd erupts, and he heads straight for the two of you, a glint of excitement in his eyes.

“Shots, shots, shots!” he cheers, grabbing a server and handing each of you a drink. The tequila goes down smooth, and Carlos laughs at the way you scrunched your face afterwards. “That was not just tequila.” You laughed and Lando was right there beside you, his hand slipping around your waist as he raised his glass.

“To Carlos, the smoothest operator!” Lando toasts, his gaze playful. Carlos’s eyes meet yours, holding your attention as he clunk his glass against yours before downing another shot. The three of you have been looking forward to a night like this, and it’s clear that Carlos intends to make every moment count.

As the music changes to a slower, seductive beat, Carlos extends his hand to you. “Dance with us, hermosa,” he says, his voice low, and you feel his hand slip into yours, fingers lacing together. He pulled you onto the dance floor, and you didn't resist. With Carlos in front of you and Lando behind, you’re surrounded by them, their warmth and energy pulling you in. Your bodies moved together in sync with the beat, and you let yourself melt between them.

Carlos’s hand slips to your hip, guiding you in time to the music, his breath warm against your neck as he whispers something along the lines of drunken ‘I love yous’. Lando’s hands are at your waist, grounding you, but his eyes are alight with mischief as he leans closer, pressing a kiss to the side of Carlos’ neck. Between the three of you, the chemistry is undeniable, every touch charged with anticipation, every glance brimming with heat. It’s like the rest of the club disappears; there’s only you, Carlos, and Lando, hands and lips exploring with unbridled intensity.

You glance over your shoulder at Lando, and he meets you with a searing kiss, deep and lingering. His fingers tighten on your waist, pulling you closer, and you feel Carlos’s hand on your chin, turning you back toward him. His lips find yours, softer but just as passionate, and you’re dizzy from the way they both consume you, each kiss making you forget where you are.

“Having a good time?” You ask Carlos sweetly.

“You have no idea,” he murmured, smirking, and running his hand up your back, fingers tracing your spine.

You danced for what felt like hours, bodies entwined, lost in the beat, the three of you creating a world all your own. By the time the night winds down, you’re breathless, hearts racing.

You were laying in bed the next morning seeing only a few videos of the night before circulating but none of the three of you. “I was kind of hoping they did catch us.” Lando kissed your shoulder. “Really?” You asked knowing you didn’t go public for his sake. “Yeah, I wanted to kiss you so bad yesterday and I couldn’t.”

Carlos flicked his nose, making Lando yelp. “You wanted to? I won the race and could barely kiss you.” You laughed opening the photos app. “Well we’ve got plenty of photos to expose ourselves.”

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carlossainz55 P1 en México! 🇲🇽🏆 Increíble ganar aquí frente a esta gran afición, gracias a todos por el apoyo! He disfrutado de la carrera de principio a fin, sin duda un fin de semana para recordar 🙌🏻

P1 in Mexico! 🇲🇽🏆 Winning here in front of this incredible crowd is amazing, thank you all for the support! I enjoyed the race from start to finish, definitely a weekend to remember 🙌🏻

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fan1 Slide 2???? talk about hard launch!!

fan2 YESSSS THE WORLD IS HEALING MY TRIO ARE AN ACTUAL TRIO

landonorris smooth operator

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carlossainz55 Vamos mi amor!! 💪🏼💪🏼

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fan8 Y/n and carlos on the second slide😫

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landonorris because I didn’t want them too, lets not turn this into something it isn’t

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fan6 mclaren carlando>>>>

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[saturdaynightfrightclub]

DC’s penchant for creating characters with black hair and blue eyes presents a really funny opportunity. Especially when so many of said characters being of similar ages to Bruce’s children.

I think a lot of them have been mistaken as actually being Bruce’s kids by tabloids.

I like to think it started with Donna Troy. Who would hang out around a young Dick Grayson-Wayne. Would hang out with young Dickie Wayne a lot. To the point that the paparazzi took notice, and started to speculate on the nature of their relationship.

Which abruptly ended when an overzealous reporter confronted the pair as they left a movie demanding info on the nature of their relationship and when they had started dating.

To which Donna had laughed and waved them off saying: “Dick is my brother!”

English was not Donna Troy’s first language. She didn’t realize that by omitting the word like (as in: Dick is like my brother) she had caused a media uproar. Because everyone knew that Dick Grayson was Brucie Wayne’s son, his little boy. But the insinuation that he had two children?

They take one look at this tall, gorgeous young woman with black hair and blue eyes. And then look at the young boy beside her, also with black hair and blue eyes. It wouldn’t be too much of a stretch to believe that Bruce had adopted two children who bore passing resemblance to him, if not fathered the pair himself.

It was Outrageous. It was Insane. It was Deliciously juicy gossip.

(Dick could have corrected them. But he actually thought Bruce trying to explain away another kid to be really, really funny.)

The papers go crazy for the idea of Bruce Wayne: Family man and suddenly all anyone wants to interview him about is his two kids! Donna and Dick!

Bruce had expected this, having been aware of Donna’s slip-up. But he didn’t refute it, because it really was a bit funny. Instead he spouts off proudly about his two kids, relaying stories of Donna growing up (which he had originally heard from Diana). It’s harmless, something to feed the papers and expand upon his Brucie Wayne persona.

After all, it’s not like he actually intends to adopt any children besides Dick.

But. . . Then there’s Jason. With his dark curls and big blue eyes who talk at length about how cool his “big sister” is. And never mentions his “big brother” except to pout at the mention of Dick Grayson’s name.

And for a while Bruce is believed to have three children.

Except after Jason, there’s Tim Drake.

Tim, who (having sustained a serious concussion) one day panicked and proclaimed a confused Conner Kent as his brother. Upping Bruce’s supposed children count to five.

Later he offhandedly mentions a Billy and Freddie. The media goes nuts with the notion that Bruce has two more sons hidden away somewhere. Seven children, six boys and one girl.

The papers sympathize with Donna’s apparent status as eldest and only daughter of Bruce Wayne.

This doesn’t last long, as soon afterwards Bruce is introducing his daughter Cassandra to the public. Shes often seen with a blonde young woman who goes by Stephanie, and the pair have tabloids speculating that Bruce has branched away from his obsession with adopting blue eyed, black haired children.

Years after that, there’s yet another young boy. With browned skin and green eyes, he looks exactly like a young Bruce Wayne with different colors. Another child to Bruce’s family. And after that, there’s Duke Thomas joining the fray.

And then one day a reporter stops a pair of boys outside of school one day and asks Damian Wayne about his friend, one Jon Kent. Wanting a story about how the children of the elite differ in terms of making friends from “normal” children. Damian scoffs at the question and asks the reporter if he’s so incompetent he can’t recognize both of Bruce Wayne’s sons.

The media goes nuts for this.

Bruce Wayne; single father to twelve kids.

Lois laughs so hard she cries that Christmas, when she opens a card from the Waynes that prominently features Bruce surrounded by not just his own children, but her brother-in-law, Connor, and her son Jon. Clark complains that Bruce is stealing his kids.

Diana frames the card. It really is a good picture, and Donna looks amazing.

[ehliena]

I’ve seen some people hate on JonDami for the “age gap” and I’m like what?

Jon was introduced as 10 to Damian’s 13. He was then aged up to 17 to Damian’s 13.

BUT Damian also had a birthday. So Dami is 14 to Jon’s 17.

Through all that , there is a 3-4 year difference. Mainly a 3 year. Idk about you, but that’s not much of an age gap.

NOW if you’re talking about DCeased DamiJon, they’re both 17. They have less than a year of age difference.

Also they’re fictional. So we can age them up and down as we please. DC does it, why can’t we.

[writerbugg]

Good Luck

Chapter # 2 Welcome to the Mansion

Platonic Yandere Dc x reincarnated Reader

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Prologue, Chapter 1, Chapter 2 (You are Here), Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6

The only thing I like about rich people is their money. - Nancy Astor

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"Welcome back Master Bruce. Oh? I see you brought a guest with you."

Bruce and Y/n arrived at the mansion, the air around them a little lighter with Alfred there. Y/n takes a quick look around, admiring the large building.

"Alfred, can you call Richard and tell him I need to see him tonight?" Bruce asks as he guides Y/n into the mansion. "I need to introduce them to our guests."

She follows Bruce, shooting Alfred a smile on her way in, and Alfred returns the smile with one of his own.

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Bruce takes Y/n over to the dining hall, where food was already prepared and set on the table. The food looked heavenly from the medium rare steak to the soft fluffy mashed potatoes.

There were already two boys sitting at the table, enjoying the meal prepared. A shorter boy with tan skin and black spiked hair who looked to be around Jon's age (17-18), and a taller boy with a paler complexion and flatter hair, looked like a young college student (20-21).

Damien and Tim.

Tim glances up, hearing familiar footsteps of his father, but does a double take when he sees Y/n walking alongside him.

"Bruce, why's Y/n here? Don't tell me you convinced Clark to allow her to become a Robin." Bruce looked over at Tim with a stern face, not finding what Tim said funny.

"No. She's here because she mysteriously lost her memories this morning." Both boys give Bruce looks of disbelief. "Clark believes that this memory loss is targeted." Bruce finished.

Tim looks at Y/n, curious. "Wait, you actually don't remember us?"

She shakes her head, "No, sorry." A silence hangs over everyone while Bruce and Y/n both take their seat.

The food was good, but the mood in the room ruined it. It was tense, and Y/n could feel eyes boring into her, what kind of relationship did she have with the Wayne family? Clark didn't seem to be fond of them, but they seemed to know her.

Did something happen between Clark and Bruce recently?

"Y/n," Bruce interrupts Y/n's internal thoughts. "Most of the rooms here are taken, so for the next month you'll be staying in Jason's old room."

...are you fucking serious.

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After a quick tour, Bruce had split off, allowing Y/n to continue by herself. She had wandered over the library and decided that some light reading would be a welcomed distraction.

Looking at a few shelves, Y/n spots ' The Great Gatsby ', a classic from where she comes from. Y/n gets on her toes, trying to reach it, but fails. Gods, she already misses being adult height.

"Need help kid?"

Y/n swirls around, looking to see who was talking to her. A much taller man with a brown leather jacket and black hair with a splotch of white in it stood behind her, his green eyes were piercing, so vibrant and... alive.

"Oh," Y/n muttered to herself. This must be Jason. He smiled and lowered himself to her level (The audacity) and smiled at Y/n.

"Something wrong Y/n? You look like you've spotted a ghost."

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Bruce runs his hands through his hair as he stares at the computer. He should have known this would happen.

Picking up a file, he looks through the blueprints inside of it. He doesn't have a lot of time, Clark was going to get suspicious soon, and if this is interrupted then they will lose everything.

"Please, forgive me Y/n. I swear I only do this to protect you."

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Chapter 3

[robinofgothamcity]

"so i cry and i pray for you to love me, love me, say that you love me."

♡ character: damian wayne x reader

♡ pronouns used: she / her

♡ note: not checked for grammar or spelling mistakes / hiiii ik i haven't updated in a while but like life bro lmao anyway im trying to find a new job bc a bitch needs money so like big girl stuff happening around here anywayyyyyy here is a blurb/drabble thing i kinda made it up on the fly so sorry if it's shitty

your rose gold dress was dragging against the floor as you were going around from league member to league member introducing yourself on the behalf of black canary. the annual JLA gala was one with a bunch of uppity superheroes and their sidekicks trying to get on everyone's good side which did not interest you at all.

your domino mask was not comfortable at all, nevertheless, it clashed with your very expensive dress. you knew dinah would have liked you to make your rounds with everyone but you were not interested in making friends with anyone that you weren't with usually.

you had been looking for jon or jaime but you figured that they must have gotten dragged around the gala by batman or even superman for things they didn't want to do themselves.

as you approached the snack table, you noticed the R patch standing right in front of you. you had yet to met the infamous robin and although you figured that batman was going to need your assistance in the teen titans one day in the not so distant future, you assumed that your first encounter with the boy wonder would be there.

you handed robin the drink he was looking for and smiled, "figured it beat having to reach across the table for it," the boy gave you a smirk, instantly making your face warm up, "(sidekick name) right? canary's righthand woman?" you nodded, "interesting way of meeting each other," you replied.

robin chuckled as you heard jaime finally scream your name frantically from the other side of the room, "sorry for cutting this short, duty calls when your dumbass best friend is calling for you," you stated as you grabbed your dress and darted to where jaime was.

damian swirled his drink around for a moment before grabbing his phone. he knew bruce hated when he was on his phone but he never thought that canary's sidekick was this....cute. damian also knew everyone's name, no thanks to bruce, so he knew it wasn't going to be too difficult to retrieve your information.

damian had found your instagram which was public and immediately scrolled through it. he found what was normal for girls your age. pictures with you and your sorority friends in some and others showed pictures of you and your family.

as damian continued to scroll he noticed the eye twitch he'd get when he saw a photo of you and a guy friend with his hand a bit too tight on your upper thigh. he knew that he didn't have any reason to get even slightly jealous, however; it wasn't a secret that whatever damian liked he eventually got.

he chuckled at the picture he saw of you looking up at dinah as you hugged her with a simple heart as the caption. damian knew that you weren't stupid enough to give off any real connection that you had to dinah but he figured that you must've wanted to appreciate for taking you under her wing.

damian made his way to where you were with jaime, bart, jon, and a few others. you were leaning against the bar, having a beer with jaime and jon as jon was the first to notice him.

"hey robin, fancy seeing you here with the rest of us mere mortals," he joked. it wasn't very common to see damian with the rest of the titans and young justice team. he was usually glued to batman's side as it was his duty to fulfill any questions he had of his own but he figured that since had taken an interest with you, one night like this wouldn't be so bad.

jon followed damian's eye trajectory and chuckled in amusement.

"shooting for the big leauges, huh?" jon asked. damian looked over to him so he could elaborate, "canary's sidekick is a very popular girl to say the least. the media loves her, i can't begin to explain how man lovesick letters i've had to sort through from her fans, and the league themselves love her. plus, i've noticed that a lot of our teammates are very interested in getting to know her, if you get what i'm saying."

damian scoffed, "and i'm damian wayne so lets see how that fairs for everyone else," jon knew damian was as cocky as they came but he knew that his confidence was on another level and what he wanted he usually got whether it meant getting his hands dirty for it or not.

the lights in the roomed had dimmed as he noticed that you were now by yourself with a wine glass between your fingers. damian fixed his tie as jon dusted his best friends shoulders off in encouragement. jon was always ready to support his best friend in anyway that he could even if that meant slightly sabotaging his other friend's chances with you in the process.

you were sipping your red wine as damian approached you cooly, "hey robin! nice seeing you again!" he smiled slightly as he took your cheap wine and set it on the table and handed another one for you to tase, "a red wine from napa, 1909 to be specific," your eyes widened as you took a sip.

"it's slightly bitter but it's pretty good," you replied as you took another drink, "thank you for this, i didn't think i'd be getting any kind of drinks from anyone tonight," you added on.

damian put his shoulder against the wall as he noticed how he practically towered over you, "do you think i could have this dance with you?" he asked as he heard the next song start to play.

you were shocked to say the least.

you knew how hard it was to get on robin's good graces and you had practically done nothing to achieve it. the song was slow and he took your hand softly as he led you to the dance floor.

thankfully, the room was dark enough to where others wouldn't notice that it was him dancing, "thank you for asking me. i didn't think i was interesting enough to get a dance from thee boy wonder tonight," damian laughed, "the pleasure is all mine. i didn't think canary had such an interesting protege,"

"i can't say i'm that interesting, i'm still working my way up the league ladder," you replied. damian scoffed, "it won't take long to make you an official hero," he stated, "with someone of your strength and abilities alone, i can imagine you'll be called up in no time."

you giggled excitedly as damian spun you around and had you face him but closer now, "but before that happens i guess i'll teach you the ropes," he whispered, "and can i ask what that might include?" you asked.

damian lifted your chin and stared at you with his emerald eyes.

"i think i can give you a taste test before the exam approach."

damian was never this straight forward, especially when it came to other league members and their sidekicks but he knew what jon said was correct. it didn't take an idiot to realize how loved you were by everyone and he knew his competition, mainly jaime and connor, could easily win you over so he did the only thing he knew to do in a situation like this, act like his playboy billionaire father as much as he could and from what he could tell, he was on the right track.

[karaspal]

here is a reading guide for post-age up jon, including the good parts only so you guys could appreciate him more.

THE UNITY SAGA

superman (2018) #7 - 10 this is the story that started it all. jon goes on a space journey with his grandpa and comes back seven years older with enough trauma to last him for the rest of his life and more.

THE ONE WHO FELL

superman #29, action comics #1029, superman #30 - 32 during his time in the future, jon discovers his father might not have much time left in the present. worried about his dad, jon tries to warn him and prevent the inevitable. this story is cute and shows clark's love for his son and how proud he is of the man jon has become.

WARWORLD RISING

action comics #1030 - 1035 follows up the pervious story. clark and jon find refugees who escaped warworld. while clark is ready to help 100%, jon thinks it's a trap to lure his father and is vocal about his suspicions. this story lets jon have flaws, and they make complete sense for his character. while he isn't the main main character, it's a great read to help you understand his character.

SON OF KAL-EL

superman: son of kal-el #1 - 6, annual 2021, #7 - 8, nightwing (2016) #89, superman: soke #9 - 18, action comics #1050 after clark leaves for warworld to help the people there, jon is left in charge as the main superman on earth. with his dad gone, his identity being public and the weight of the world on his shoulders, jon tries to figure out the kind of hero he wants to be. this series also introduces jay nakamura, a journalist and a freedom fighter jon falls in love with. the final three issues is jon's reunion with his dad.

DARK CRISIS ON INFINITE EARTHS

dark crisis #1 - 7 with the whole justice leauge dead, jon tires his best to keep the world spinning and the people in it hopeful. he goes around, trying to form a new justice league. this story shows how jon truly is his father's son and that he deserves the title "superman", as well as his strengths, and his undying spirit.

RISE OF METALLO

action comics #1051 - 1056 clark comes back from warworld with twins, whom he and lois later adopt. jon struggles seeing his parents raise the kids in a way they couldn't raise him because of the time they lost. still though, jon tries his best to be there for his new siblings.

this is jon's main timeline since he came back from his space trip. those are the required stories. bellow, i'll list some comics that aren't necessary to understand him, but are nonetheless good.

THE SUPERMAN OF METROPOLIS

future state: superman of metropolis #1 - 2 this is a future state story that isn't canon. jon bottles the city of metropolis in hopes of saving it. the story follows the consequences of his choice.

OUT THERE

dark crisis: worlds without a justice league - superman #1 do you wonder what would've happened had jon grown up with his folks? do you wonder what he would've been like had he not spent his formative years in a volcano prison? well, this is a story for you. this is clark's perfect world, and in a perfect world, he gets to see his boy grow into a man.

NIGHT AT THE CIRCUS

nightwing (2016) #101 - 104 (back up story) nightwing investigates a mystery in the circus and calls jon for help. the story is a cute team-up between the two.

A HEART IN METROPOLIS

action comics #1059 - "a heart in metropolis" (back up story) jon and jay struggle to find time to spend together, with life getting in the way. finally, the boys find the time to go on a date.

MAGICAL MYSTERY CUBE

superman & robin special #1 cute jon and damian team-up. if you like the super sons, this is a story for you. it shows that their friendship can still work, even with jon being older now.

ELECTRIC

lazarus planet: assult on krypton #1 - “electric” during the lazarus planet event, a common criminal gets powers and decides to join jon in helping people. their dynamic is fun: a righteous hero and a flirty villain. even though i don't particularly ship them, i still enjoyed their interaction.

this is it, guys. this is the list. happy reading! :)

[transrevolutions]

asoiaf modern au where agot takes place in the most dysfunctional secondary school ever. arya has an accommodation plan for her adhd that gives her permission to draw in class but cersei (who is the kind of teacher that hates having to follow inclusion policies) gets mad and throws away one of arya's wolf oc drawings except that particular drawing was actually sansa's and when sansa finds out she gets so pissed off that she dumps joffrey over it. joffrey gets cersei to try and get ned removed from his position of assistant principal even though he's basically running the school at that point because robert baratheon (the real principal) keeps getting drunk when he's supposed to be working.

jon joins an after-school self-defense/outdoor survival skills club and somehow ends up in a weird leadership role because he's one of the only ones who knows what he's doing. tyrion shows up sometimes to try and sell him shitty weed. arya is always begging him to let her come even though she's still under the age limit. daenerys is a transfer student who spends every single one of her classes doing wings of fire rp on scratch.mit.edu but still manages to get good grades so a bunch of the teachers hate her because they're convinced she's cheating.

robert baratheon gets fired after the school board gets an anonymous tip about his drinking on the clock. the anonymous tipper is actually cersei because she's mad that he won't let joffrey run for student council because he's gotten in trouble for bullying too much. when ned finds out about this cersei gets him fired too which makes arya mad so she makes jon teach her mma so she can beat up joffrey. catelyn gets so upset about ned getting fired that she convinces herself that tyrion was in on it bc he's cersei's sister despite the fact that cersei fully and actually hates his guts and tyrion wasn't even remotely involved because he was too busy trying to hide from jon's uncle benjen after he caught him trying to sell jon weed.

robb stark (low level admin position but everyone thinks he's just there bc nepotism which is actually sorta true) tries to get the rest of admin to band together to expose cersei but most of them don't give a fuck so he has to try and network with their longtime rival school to try and find allies. he also may or may not have introduced bran to the online furry community and he really really doesn't want ned or catelyn to find out. daenerys somehow manages to get a whole squad of jocks to basically be her personal bodyguards after she introduces them to wings of fire and they get hooked.

catelyn almost kicks jon out because she thinks he taught rickon to curse when actually rickon overheard sansa ranting about joffrey while on the phone with jeyne poole.