#Bruce to anyone who will listen: “I wished I gave birth to my kids”

[littlefankingdom]

(Inspired by this video)

Bruce: I love when people say "aw you look like your ward". Obviously, I look like my ward, that's my son. There was no adoption process here, I birthed him. We have the same DNA, they took my bone marrow, or whatever. He's 100% me. I went into labor.

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Succession Chapter 1 (Karl Heisenberg/female reader) Resident Evil Village fic

Here is chapter one of my new fanfic!

Title: Succession

Characters: Karl Heisenberg, female reader, OCs

Rating: PG-13 for language and intense scenes (for now, this is a slow burn, but it will get very hot and spicy in later chapters)

Summary: You discover a long lost relative from Moldova that you didn’t know existed has died and you are his sole beneficiary.  You are on board a plane to collect your inheritance when your plane crashes in a village in Romania.

Author’s Notes: I do not own the characters from Resident Evil Village.  This is a work of fiction.  Anything remotely similar to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental.

Chapter 1

The music blasted from the car speakers as you drove down the main road towards the highway.  You had your phone plugged into your car stereo, your favorite Spotify playlist on shuffle.  Despite the A/C being on full blast, beads of sweat formed at your brow and rolled down your temple.  You adjusted the vents on either side of you, making sure the cold air directly hit your body.  The song that was playing had you tapping your fingers on the steering wheel, your head bopping to the beat.

The fridge at home was close to empty and it was beyond time for you to go grocery shopping.  The grocery list was secure in your purse and you were determined to stick to the items on the list and not make any frivolous purchases.  Money was tight and you only had so much money left before payday next week.

The song shut off suddenly followed by your ringtone.  Looking at the screen of your phone, UNKNOWN stared back at you. Probably a spam call, you thought to yourself, reaching to press the red Ignore button.  Unfortunately, your finger slid at the last minute and mistakenly tapped the Accept button. You watched as the call came through and the seconds ticked off.  FUCK!

“Hello?” you greeted with a hint of exasperation in your voice.

“Hello, am I speaking with Miss Y/N?” a heavily accented male voice responded.

“Yeah, this is she,” you muttered, rolling your eyes.  You tried your best to avoid these calls, ignoring them and letting them go straight to voicemail.  Very rarely was it followed with an actual message, which was more than fine with you.

“Miss Y/N, my name is Ron M. Dathermi.  I am a lawyer residing in Chisinau, Moldova in Eastern Europe…”

You raised your eyebrows at that.  Moldova?  Who the hell was calling you from Moldova?  Chalking it up to a scam, you were about to interrupt the man when he continued.

“...I wish I was calling under better circumstances, but I’m afraid I have some bad news.  Your great uncle, Serghei Popa, has passed away from a short illness and has named you his sole beneficiary…”

You couldn’t help the amused huff that came out of your mouth.  This must be some very elaborate scam.

“Umm...sorry, but I think you have the wrong person.  I don’t have family from Moldova and I have never heard of this man in my whole life.” You were about to hit the End button when Mr. Dathermi continued.

“Am I speaking with Y/N, born on (your birthday) to (your father and mother’s full names) and the granddaughter of (your grandfather and grandmother on both sides of your family)?”

Your eyes widened at that.  “Yeah, that’s me…” you answered.

“I know this may sound unusual, but Mr. Popa was the brother of your grandmother on your mother’s side.  He was given up for adoption at birth and taken in by a Moldovan family.  He did not have a spouse and had no children, and according to the genealogy report I have before me, your grandmother and your mother are both deceased.  Your mother was an only child, yes?  It appears to me that you are the last of his living relatives.”

You pulled off the road and into an empty parking lot.  The information you were being given was a lot to handle.  You didn’t have that large of a family.  You were an only child and raised by your parents and both sets of grandparents.  Both of your grandfathers had died before you turned 10.  Both grandmothers died within 5 years of each other and your father and mother died of illnesses, cancer and pneumonia respectively, in the last year.  Grief was a feeling that you knew better than anyone.  You kept to yourself mostly and you didn’t have any close friends or a significant other.

“Listen,” you began, “you are correct about all of your information, but how do I know this is not some kind of scam?”

The man on the other end of the phone cleared his throat and the sound of shuffling papers met your ears.  “I can imagine that this information is sudden and unusual.  What I will do is send a copy of his will and a copy of the genealogy papers to your address.  I encourage you to take this to your lawyer and have them look over the information.  The reason I am calling is because I need you to fly to Moldova, sign these papers, and accept the monetary inheritance that he has left you.”

Your jaw dropped as you looked down at your phone.  Fly to Moldova?  Is this true?  The only thing you knew about the country was that a foreign exchange student from high school was born and raised in Moldova.  That about sums up your knowledge of the country. This seemed incredibly asinine and ridiculous.  But the word that settled in your train of thought was “inheritance.” What inheritance?

“Mr...what was your name again?” you asked.

“Mr. Dathermi, but you can call me Ron,” the lawyer responded.

“Ron...umm, how much monetary inheritance are we talking about?”

More shuffling of papers was on the other side of the phone, Ron clicking his tongue as he looked through the information.  “He has left you 53,806,746 Moldovan Leu...which translates to $3,000,000 in American currency.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?!?!” you exclaimed before clamping your lips shut.  You heard Ron chuckle.  “I’m sorry, pardon my language. It’s just...wow...this sounds insane…”

“I can imagine it does,” Ron replied, “which is why I want to mail this information to you and have your attorney take a look at it so you know this is a legitimate will and testament.  If you would like, I can mail the information straight to your attorney if you are still leery.”

“No, no, that’s okay,” you said, shaking your head.  Your mind was whirling.  None of this sounded remotely true.  You felt as if you were dreaming.  This felt like something that only happened in books and fairy tales...a girl who had nothing and nobody suddenly inheriting millions of dollars from an unknown distant relative.  What are the odds of something like this happening in real life?  You gave Ron Dathermi your home address.

“Thank you very much, Miss Y/N.  I will send this as soon as possible.  I’ll also include my business card so your attorney can contact me and we can iron out the details.  Thank you very much, Y/N...I’ll be in touch.”

You thanked him as well and ended the call.  All alone in your car in the empty parking lot, you let out an excited squeal and started hopping up and down.

*

You adjusted the messenger bag that was slung across your shoulder as you heard the overhead speaker call for the boarding of your flight.  Taking a deep breath, you got in line, extended your ticket to the airport employee, and walked down the tarmac and into the plane.

Butterflies were fluttering in your stomach.  Your hands gripped your bag tightly as the flight attendant looked at your boarding pass and pointed down the aisle to where you were to be seated.  You had never flown before and your nerves were on alert.  Scenes from Final Destination flashed in your head as you walked down the aisle towards your seat.  Taking a deep breath and willing your body to relax, you located your seat next to the window and sat down, plopping your bag onto your lap.  

The small window was close to the wing of the plane and looking beyond that was a long expanse of grass that met a vast forest.  You were thankful that you had the window seat and your headphones so you could tune everything out and relax in your own little world.

Once the papers from Mr. Dathermi arrived a week prior, you immediately called the attorney that helped you with the probate and will from your parents’ deaths several months back.  He was more than happy to help, knowing that you were all alone in the world after your parents had passed.  Two days later, he called to inform you that all of the paperwork was, in fact, legitimate and that Mr. Serghei Popa was the brother of your grandmother.  He showed you the adoption papers, confirming that your great uncle had been put up for adoption and the family that took him in had relocated to Moldova when he was two years old.  He had remained in the country until his death.  Your attorney contacted Mr. Dathermi, who in turn secured a round trip plane ticket in order for you to come to Moldova to finalize the paperwork and collect the inheritance.

At the thought of the money you were about to acquire, another surge of excitement flowed through you.  Your parents hadn’t left you much after their death and you worked at a dead-end job that had no room for advancement and no possibility for raises.  All of these recent events sounded like something out of a fairy tale.

“This is your captain speaking,” the voice sounded from the speaker above your head, “we will be departing in the next ten minutes.  Please make sure your seatbelts are secured, your tray tables are up, and all electronics are off until we are at the appropriate cruising altitude.  I will inform everyone as soon as the coast is clear.  Thank you for flying with us and enjoy the ride.”

You fastened your seatbelt and laid your head back, closing your eyes and taking a deep breath.

“Don’t be nervous…” a voice sounded next to you.  You opened your eyes and looked over to see an older gentleman with wide rimmed glasses and a nice smile.

“Is it that obvious?” you asked, returning his smile.

“It’s pretty obvious,” he chuckled, “my name is Bruce Williams.  I’m the air marshal on board this flight.” You told him your name and shook his hand. “Just relax,” he assured, “we’ll be flying for the next 10 hours.  There are lots of movies and tv shows to watch on the screen in front of you, or you can listen to your music and read a book if you brought one.”

You patted your messenger bag.  “Yeah, I have a few books to choose from.  Thanks,” you smiled.

Within minutes, the plane had backed away from the tarmac, turned towards the long expanse of runway, and increased speed before leaving the ground and soaring up into the clouds.

*

The steady hum of the plane’s engines provided a relaxed soundtrack as you slept.  It was close to early morning, according to the clock on the tv screen, but your watch was still on your regular time zone.  It read early afternoon and that threw you through a loop.  You had heard that jet lag could be a bitch and you wondered how bad yours would be once you landed.  Bruce had passed you a pillow and blanket once you were ready to sleep and he assured you that your bag and belongings would be safe while you slept.

You were so thankful to be seated next to him.  Not only was he the air marshal, but he was a really cool person as well.  You two talked about movies and actually watched a couple of them on the tv screen in front of you.  Bruce was kind and nice to talk to.  The crinkle of crow’s feet around his eyes, his laugh, and his hair color mixed with hints of gray reminded you of your father...maybe that’s why you liked him so much.

You shifted in your seat and let out a soft yawn.  Stretching your arms above your head and arching your back, you wondered how much longer it would be until you touched down in Moldova.

“You weren’t asleep that long,” Bruce murmured.  You looked over to see a book in his hand and his glasses sitting on the bridge of his nose.

“I’m gonna go to the bathroom and then go back to sleep,” you replied, standing from your seat.  Bruce stood up and allowed you out into the aisle.  You made your way to the bathroom towards the back of the plane.  The cabin was dark with little lights dotting either side of the aisle on the floor. Soft lights were shining here and there from people reading, watching the tv screen, or messing with their phones while most of the passengers were asleep.

Once in the bathroom, you did your business, flushed the toilet, and began washing your hands.  The mirror in front of you showed a tired and weary version of yourself.  Some of your eye makeup was smudged.  You told yourself once  you returned back to your seat, you’d retrieve the makeup remover wipes in your bag and do away with the dirt and oil.

Just then the plane hit an air pocket and dropped several feet, throwing  you forward towards the sink and mirror.  You let out a shriek as the plane quieted and went still.  “God dammit,” you muttered, putting your hand over your heart, “that scared the shit out of me!”

Once out of the bathroom, you slammed the door shut and walked back to your seat.  You tapped Bruce on the shoulder and he moved aside.

You lifted the window shade and looked outside.  Natural light from the start of the day began to show.  The plane was amongst the clouds so it was fairly cloudy and hard to see.

“How much farther do we have?” you asked Bruce.  He shifted the book to his left hand and looked down at his wristwatch.  “We should be there in three hours.  I think we are flying over Romania right now…”

You nodded your head and thanked him, turning back to the window.  The clouds gave way momentarily and provided the opportunity to see the ground below.  Tall, snowy mountains came into view.  You smiled and marveled at their beauty, wondering what mountain range this was.  You cursed yourself for forgetting the basics from your World Geography class in high school.  Hell, all you knew about Romania was that it was the setting for Dracula and the real life territory that was once owned by Elizabeth Bathory, who allegedly killed upwards of 650 maidens and bathed in their blood.  You shook your head and smiled to yourself.  You really did enjoy some morbid and fucked up stories.

Your train of thought stopped short when a large and spacious castle came into view.  Your eyes widened and your jaw dropped.  It looked like something out of a Disney movie or from ancient castles that still sat throughout Europe.  The place looked like it stood on several acres of land and who knows how many square feet.  What a gorgeous and breathtaking place it was.  You wondered just what was inside a monstrosity like that and who was lucky enough to inhabit such a place.  Maybe there were castles in Moldova that you could explore and visit while you’re conducting your business.

The castle fell out of view and not far from it stood what looked like a village.  You were too high up to see any people or any traces of lights or torches.  You took everything in with total awe and appreciation.  It looked like a small and sleepy storybook town.

A sudden movement close to the village caught your attention.  You squinted your eyes and tried to look closer, pressing your forehead to the window.  What the fuck is that, you wondered.  It looked like a black tree, naked of leaves or any type of growth...and it was moving.  It looked to be swaying in the breeze, but the size of it looked way too sturdy for any kind of gust to move it with such fluidity.  As you focused on the tree, it appeared to be growing...getting closer to the plane.  Was the plane descending?  Were you getting closer to Moldova?

One of the branches of the tree slowly drifted to the ground before extending long and rigid, slinging itself up into the air like a bullwhip, hitting the wing of the plane.  The plane suddenly tilted as the slithering limb wrapped around the wing and broke it off.  You let out a loud scream as the plane turned on its side, Bruce falling against you, squishing you to the wall.  “WHAT THE FUCK??” Bruce screamed as yelps, shrieks, and screams echoed in the cabin of the plane.  Dozens of people were knocked from their seats, flight attendants falling into the aisle and rolling towards the cockpit.  The plane shook and quaked as it dropped several feet in a matter of seconds.

“OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD!” you screamed, grabbing hold of Bruce’s arm.  The air masks dropped from overhead and Bruce grabbed yours, making quick work of putting it over your face.  “HOLD ON TO IT! HOLD IT OVER YOUR MOUTH, Y/N!!” he commanded, reaching for his own mask.

“THE WING OF THE PLANE HAS BEEN DAMAGED!” the pilot yelled from over the speakers, “WE ARE LOSING ALTITUDE! BRACE FOR IMPACT!”  People screamed and panicked, holding on to whatever it was they could.  Panic surged through your body as your fingers dug into Bruce’s arm.  The plane shook as it fell.  Your stomach dropped and it felt as if you were seconds from impact.  You looked out the window one last time before the ground came into view and everything went black.

*

He leaned over the body on the metal table in the lab of his factory.  He fastened the bolts with a wrench and tested the strength of the metal against the rotting flesh.  A soft horn sounded in the distance along with the various turns of chains and clangs of steel against steel.  He wiped the sweat off his brow and walked to his desk, looking over the blueprints and sketches he had devised the previous day.

Despite the different array of sounds, nothing could mask the loud crash that sounded off in the distance.  He lifted his head, silently trying to figure out what the fuck made that noise.  Leaving the body laying on the table, he exited his lab and made his way down the stairs and to the factory doors.  

With a grunt, he slid the doors aside and looked off into the distance.  Black smoke billowed from an area that looked to be close to the village.  Other than the crows squawking and flapping their wings in retreat, everything was dead quiet.  He looked off to the right just in time to see the long, spindly limbs of mold retreating back towards the earth.  Karl Heisenberg’s face tightened in a disgusted grimace.

“Mother Miranda...what have you done?”

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Miraculous Future (3)

Justice League England/Saturday Evening

Ok. Here is the next chapter of the kids from the Future AU. We’re closing up the chapter of their lives from Dupont and the class and starting to get into their lives together. At least that’s what I had in mind this chapter.

Enjoy the reading.

Beginning Previous Next Masterpost

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Once they were at the London Division of the Justice League headquarters the Paris group was divided into smaller parties. Another three children and 5 young adults had joined their group for the trip to England from Marne-la-Vallee, France.

Marinette’s group, which included Sakura, Terry and Helena got a larger conference room as they waited for a medic to take the samples they needed.

With the medic came, a file clerk who went down a list of questions asking about the children, their affiliations, their parents future selves, and their affiliations. Terry, Helena, Emilie and Thomas all mentioned attending ‘The Academy for Future Heroes’ or ‘Hero Academy’ as it was affectionately called, for their schooling. They said that Damian and Jon continued their current affiliations with the League.

Before they left Marinette asked if they could get food for the kids and the rest of them. The last meal was around 1 when the children arrived and it was getting to be 8 and little Louis was beginning to fuss.

They were led to the cafeteria where many of the displaced children and families were getting meals as well. Marinette drafted Damian and Jon to help her get food for everyone while Adrian, Luka Terry and Helena were deputized to keep the Litterbugs together and calm.

Meals were served and children were eating when someone approached their table.

Marinette and the rest looked up to see a nervous Nino standing next to them. He glanced at Marinette and Adrian before looking down at the top of the table. “Would it be possible for me to have a word with the two of you?” He asked them.

Adrian looked at Marinette for her response. When she stood, he went with her to an empty table that was a bit farther from theirs but within eyeliner if needed. Marinette and Adrian took seats next to each other on one side as Nino sat across from them.

“I’ve been listening to Dahlia and the twins talk about the future. They’ve had some eye opening things to say about Lila and,” he grimaced, “even Alya. But it’s made me think about how the class has been for the last couple of years and I think they might be downplaying how bad it gets.”

Marinette waited for Nino to get to the point he was trying to make. Under the table Adrian had taken her hand because it was hard to see his old friend, his first friend in school, struggle with this. Marinette gave it a squeeze as Nino continued.

“I owe you both an apology. I let Alya and Lila tell me lies that if I thought about for myself for even a moment I would have known they weren’t true and believed them to be truth. I hurt the both of you with my words and my actions over the last couple of years and you didn’t deserve that.” He had tears in his eyes when he met their gaze head on and finished, “I’m sorry I wasn’t a good friend to you.”

Marinette looked down at the table as she found the words she’d wanted to say since the whole class schism had begun. “I accept your apology Nino,” she looked up at his eyes for the next part, “but I can’t forgive the hurts you’ve caused. You were one of my oldest friends and you know me. But you still chose to believe a stranger over me. You turned your back on me when the class was bullying me and your turned a blind eye when Alya and Lila themselves would harass me.”

She stood up and finished her speech, “I wish you have a good life Nino. Cherish those little girls that are waiting for you but I can’t have you as part of my life anymore. Goodbye.”

Marinette turned and walked away from the boys and back to the large table with her future at it. Where there was silence behind her there was laughter, noise and chatter in front of her. She found her pace quickening so that she could get back to that table faster.

Adrian looked at Nino who was freely crying in front of him. “You were my first friend you know? The first friend I made by myself and of my own choice.” He smiled at Nino when he looked at him. “Thank you for offering your friendship. You helped me to see the world beyond the walls my father built. But Marinette showed me what it meant to be family. She’s been there through every change since we were 15 and she’s stood with me when my Dad would have turned Lila into my keeper at school.”

“Have a good life Nino. You deserve it too,” Adrian left the young man at the table and joined his boyfriend, his best friends and their family at their table.

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They returned back to their conference/waiting room when everyone finished eating. By this point Baby Louis was falling asleep and Jon was holding the baby since he had cried when anyone else had tried.

According to Terry and Helena he was like that in the future as well and insisted that either Mama or Dada, his name for Jon, hold him when he was sleepy.

Batman came into the room with J’onn J’ones. The Martian Manhunter himself went over the results of the kids tests.

“So the results of the LitterBugs,” he stumbled over the nickname but continued on, “was as you had said. Marinette is the biological mother for all with fathers as previously stated.”

He turned to Chloé, Kagami and Sakura, “Mademoiselle Bourgeois is the biological mother, no matches were found for a biological father.”

“And Miss Helena is who she says she is. Which leaves you young man,” he closed the files and looked at Terry who was sitting with Helena.

“Congrats. It’s a boys,” he smirked at Bruce in his costume.

Bruce removed the cowl since he was pretty well resigned to having the Parisians in his house until the children could be returned to the future and everyone else here already knew.

“How?” He asked. Since Damian came to them

Bruce had been as responsible as he could to ensure they didn’t have a similar situation occur.

“Relax,” Terry said leaning back into the wall, “I don’t think you had any say or control over my birth. There was a mad science group.”

“Is a mad science group?” He asked looking at Helena who shrugged back. “Anyways, they managed to get DNA from blood left at one fight or another. Used it to create a nano-virus which they gave to my Dad Warren. Changed his doodads into genetic replicates of yours. Mom and Dad got busy and nine months later a bouncing baby boy is born with your DNA”

“Didn’t make a difference to either of them while they were alive, but when my dad died, mom didn’t want me. The state did a DNA test to see if I had other family out there. Imagine the surprise when ‘Billionaire Family Man’ Bruce Wayne had a secret son.”

“It was a pretty bitter pill as a kid who just lost one parent, when I got shipped to my older brother Damian and Marinette’s place for a few years. But I get it now. After I found out the family secret,” he jabbed his chin at the bat symbol on Bruce’s chest, “you wanted to keep me out of it. Keep me safe if you could. And Damian, who was semi-retired to help care for the LitterBugs was a safe place for me to go.”

“I’m sorry,” Bruce said.

“Don’t be,” Terry replied. “I got to see a lot of you, Selina and Helena. You guys came pretty frequently, about a week or two every couple months to get to know me. And I spent time with you guys in Gotham or on Vacations. You were just trying to protect me from what you could.”

“And Helena was telling the truth, that was the year she turned seven and started spending long summers in France.”

Bruce sighed and gave his attention back to the group. “Damian has already asked but I wanted to offer again, our home is open to all of you for the duration of the kids stay. But if you would prefer we are arranging living quarters at the various League Headquarters and London has offered you rooms to stay with the kids or to find caretakers if needed.

“My maman and papa have already given me permission to stay with the kids Mr Wayne.” Marinette looked at Damian and the rest of her group. “We’d be open to accepting your offer.”

“Helena and I are technically your kids B so we’ll go where ever you think best,” Terry added and looked to the side.

He may have tried to dismiss it but being sent away as a kid did leave hurt feelings behind.

“You’ll be coming to the manor then,” Bruce said, “All of you.”

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Meanwhile I hope you enjoyed this

[behindtherobinsmask]

tagged by @runnfromtheak

Rules: list the first lines of your last ten stories. See if there are any patterns. Choose your favorite opening line. I write the most random things so if you can actually find a pattern then... let me know. Help a fool out. 

P.S. - I know it says opening line and not paragraph but come on, that doesn’t do any story justice.

Gonna do my tags before because this turned out to be longer than expected - @elwon @stevieraebarnes @epistemologys 

1. All The Times Damian Wayne Felt Loved 

This was a birthday fic I wrote for a darling friend of mine. The whole time I was writing this my biggest fear was that the characters were going to... just not be right. Still have that fear.

“Gripping onto a pillow, Damian walked down the dark halls of his grandfather’s house, uncertainty clouding every step that he made. At this hour of the night, no one seemed to be around yet he could feel eyes watching his every move. The eyes of the stars in the sky, the moon and the many trained soldiers that had years of practice when it came to blending into the shadows. It was their presence that forced him to walk with his head held high, to bat away the tears in his eyes and pretend that everything was alright. Pretend that he wasn’t afraid.”

2. To all the stars that are listening

Another birthday fic (maybe that was the pattern all along jk). I actually really enjoyed writing this fic because I felt like I was back in my zone (my zone being angst). Can’t wait to get started on the second part.

“Dick’s life had been anything but ordinary since he was a child. As someone who grew up in the circus, his morning was spent studying with the other kids that travelled with his troupe while in the afternoon, he practiced with his heart and soul to fly as beautifully as his parents. In the nights, he’d stand on the sidelines and watch them perform, absolutely awed by the way their bodies moved, each twist, each turn so seamless, every difficult stunt seemed easy in their skin. Clinging onto the edge of the tent, he wished with all his heart that someday, he could be just like them. A bird freed. With every wish, his voice grew louder and louder until somewhere, up above, a star heard his cry. It heard his desire to be free. The chains that grounded him slowly slipped away and he flew with practiced grace. And just as Dick spread his wings, his parents fell. Birds flightless.

Freedom he had asked for and freedom he had received.”

3. Come here, won’t you hold my hand?

Listen, I spend hours of my life playing genshin impact. Did you really think I wouldn’t write a fic for it? 

“After chasing the traveler away, Xiao sighed, wondering if now was the time to head back to Wangshu Inn. There he could stay away from the harbour and its people, away from the wishes made on stars that could never hear them, away from their fragile happiness that he could shatter with a single touch. Someone like Xiao, so burdened with sins, could never mingle among the mortals without bringing harm. Wherever he went, only misery ever followed. But even though he knew that it would be best for him to leave, a part of him, as silly as it was, worried that the journey back would make him miss out on the opportunity to see an old friend. While he never attended the Lantern Rite in Liyue, he always made sure to catch a glimpse of the Mingxiao lantern that always honored the adepti. It was only at that moment that he could lose himself to the past momentarily and remember a time when he wasn’t so alone, when his battle wasn’t only his to fight.”

4. Jon Kent Must Die

A jaydick flashfic challenge gave birth to this crack series and I will happily go down with this ship. I’ve written too many of these and maybe, in the future I’ll write more. Who will stop me? God? I don’t think so. 

“Damian was sick and tired of his siblings.

Never had he met two people who were so dependent on their partners that they needed them around 24/7. It didn’t matter whether it was day or not, whether they were at the manor or in their respective homes, wherever his brothers went, their fool boyfriends seemed to follow. The obligatory family dinner had been turned into a circus with Todd’s usual clownery that had Damian rolling his eyes so hard that sometimes he was afraid they’d just pop out of his skull. Kent was no better. In fact, on more than one occasion, he had encouraged Todd’s rambling as though he was God’s chosen prophet, sharing his truth with the world. Damian really wished, just for a day, the two of them would simply go away. It wasn’t that he missed his siblings or anything. He just wished to have a conversation with Richard that didn’t end with him wanting to stab someone. Hopefully a 5’11 man with black hair with a streak of white and deep green eyes that could find a conspiracy in Titus’s preferred pose for napping.”

5. I wanna be in your arms by the sea (studying your freckles so curiously)

Yes. It’s another genshin impact fic. Sue me. (Please don’t I’m broke).

“Every night, Zhongli saw the same dream.

Caressed by the gentle winds of the Guili plains, he watched over his people, Guizhong’s people as they lived in prosperity, enjoying the calm and gentle wind that wrapped around them. Serenity was a blessing and they had an abundance of it. In the beginning, when Guizhong had described such a scene, something knit carefully in her imagination, he had not believed her. But now that he was seeing with his own two eyes, he was glad that he had agreed to her terms. Glad that he had formed a contract that had been beneficial for all.”

6. I stay up late and talk to the moon (And I can’t stop telling her all about you)

A christmas exchange fic that I loved writing because it really got me back into the writing for jaydick. It had been a while since I touched anything fandom related. Then this story happened. 

“According to Jason, there weren’t many things that Bruce really got right. Not with his rules that could never be bent for anyone or his sickeningly righteous sense of justice. But if there was one thing Bruce excelled in, it was throwing the world’s most boring party ever. Every event that ever took place in the Wayne manor was the same. Classical music. Champagne flutes. Appetizers that could never replicate Alfred’s cooking and finally, the same old rich folks of Gotham who needed to be filled in on the latest gossip lest they melt into a puddle.”  

7. Now I’m going down on you (proving what I want is true) Who told me I could write smut? Please take away my license. “Click. Click. Click. With a heavy sigh, Dick switched off the TV and tossed the remote aside after an hour of clicking through the channels, unable to find anything that would keep his mind occupied. Two weeks ago, during a drug bust with the rest of the bats, Dick had suffered an injury to his shoulder which he considered rather minor. But Alfred and Barbara said otherwise as he was benched until he healed, his own city taken over by other vigilantes while he was forced to sit at home and entertain himself with murder mysteries with plot twists he saw coming from a mile away. Unfortunately, even when he hit the gym to let go of some restless energy, he could only do the most basic of workouts, the kind that simply weren’t enough for someone who was so used to being active all day long.”

8. Wayne Boys Unsolved

Another crack fic that I really enjoyed writing. Poor Yvonne though. She was really suffering. 

“Yvonne’s body was thrumming with excitement as she peeked out the window of her room, her eyes falling on the black car that just pulled up in front of her house. Four boys stepped out, ones that she was so very familiar with. After all, she had spent many nights watching every single video they uploaded on their blog. They were paranormal investigators of sorts, the kind that didn’t believe in the supernatural and lived to debunk the stories that revolved around each haunted location. Because people loved to watch them so, both alive and dead, the boys had become famous in every circle possible.”

9. You make me wanna die (I’m burning up in the light)

Another birthday fic and the first dark story I ever wrote. Writing this was fun but also nerve-wracking. 

“I think we need a break.

Two years, three months, four days and seven hours. That was how long it had been since Jason had said those words to Dick, sitting in the middle of the bed they shared, silk sheets pooled around his scarred waist, the white of his hair sticking to his forehead with sweat, droplets of it swimming down his throat and across his bare chest that was bruised red with bite marks, across the autopsy scar that he had been reborn with. He looked like a picture, each feature painted so delicately with colours that pulled, that hypnotised and drowned. The fingers of his right hand flexed, parted and then brushed across the back of his neck, tracing the bond mark that tied him down to Dick, shuddering slightly under the imprint, his heady scent spreading across the room like a drug. Strong, so fucking strong that Dick could still taste it on his tongue. Looking like that, after everything they had done, when he opened his mouth, when he said the words that had been sitting on the tipping of his tongue, it was only to end everything that they were.”

10. Come fire up the night (make me feel alive)

Who told me I could write smut (2)

“Staring at the ceiling of his apartment, Dick lay in his bed, tired but unable to fall asleep, the ticking of the clock haunting him. Tick. He took in a deep breath. Tock. He closed his eyes. Tick. He tried to sleep. Tock. Every memory of Jason came rushing back to him. The dark hair with a streak of white that framed his chiselled face. The plump lower lip that he often dreamt about kissing, pulled between his teeth until Jason was groaning. The freckles that were scattered across his nose and cheeks. Those deep green orbs that gleamed with mischief, teasing and taunting, burning with unbridled fury, one look enough to make Dick’s knees tremble. And as goosebumps spread across his arms, he found himself waking up, lest he did something that he knew he would regret. Like calling up Jason and confessing feelings that were better left unspoken, buried in a special graveyard from which there would be no sudden resurrections.”

[huilian]

House-full of Kittens

Characters: Dick Grayson, Damian Wayne, Barbara Gordon

Summary: Damian was missing. Where in the world is he?

A/N: Hi!!! Finals took me and didn't want to give me back. Then life happens, yada yada. Hope that I can write a lot during this holidays, because when the school start again, oh boy, it's going to be hell. Fun story, this actually happens to my next door neighbor. Not the missing part, but the kittens inside the house. The house empty, and it was raining season, and well, read the fic. Not to worry, no kittens were harmed in the making of this fic.

Damian was missing. They had just returned from patrol, and Dick was looking for a peaceful day. There were no charity event, no business meeting, and no truly heavy case for Batman. It was supposed to be a relaxing day. That hope vanished when he didn't find Damian anywhere in the Tower.

Dick's first thought was that Damian had been kidnapped. God knows it happened often enough. Yet his gut told him that that was not the case. The Tower's security was too tight for regular kidnappers to come, and Damian was trained enough for the 'irregular' kidnappers. Not to mention that Damian wouldn't have come quietly, regular or irregular kidnappers.

His second thought was that Talia had come for Damian. No, that was not the case either. Talia would gloat, or at least left a note telling him that she had Damian. It was something Talia would definitely do. But there was no message, no call. This was not Talia's doing.

So that left only one thing. Damian went out of his own volition. Now, Dick only need to figure out where Damian went.

He tried to track Damian's phone at first. That reminded him of when he was Damian age. He would throw a fit whenever Bruce tagged his phone. He gave Bruce a silent apology. It was very useful in figuring out the whereabouts of unruly children. Besides, every phone had a GPS now. He didn't have to tag Damian's phone. He just had to track it's GPS.

Damn. He should have known. Damian left his phone at the penthouse. He would have to bring the big guns.

He called Barbara.

"Babs? Are you busy?"

"I'm always busy, Boy Wonder." Dick could hear computer keys clicking. "What do you need?"

"Can you track Damian?"

"Damian?" Now the clicking stopped. "Isn't he with you?"

Dick shook his head. He knew Babs could see him, even thought the Penthouse was supposed to be a camera-free zone.

A sigh came from the phone. "What trouble has he gotten into this time?"

"Well, I was hoping you could tell me." Dick knew he was teasing. He also knew that he should be frantic. His baby brother was missing for goodness sake. But Damian could handle himself. Especially when all the Rouges were inside Arkham and there was no vehicle missing from the Bunker. Damian was probably on a quest that he was too ashamed to tell Dick.

Most likely something age-appropriate.

"Of course I could tell you, FBW. But what will you give me in return?" Barbara's voice was teasing. So Damian truly was nowhere dangerous. If he was, Babs won't be teasing.

That left him time to tease back. "Am I not enough?"

"Oh, stop that. Damian's on East 13th Street, house number 25. Any idea what he could be doing there?"

"Well, I'm going to find out. Thanks, Babs!"

"No problem, Boy Wonder. See you on patrol tonight?"

"'Course, Babs. Bye! I've got a baby brother to fetch!"

Dick put down the phone and started thinking. East 13th Street. What is Damian doing there?

***

Babs were right, as always. Dick could hear Damian's voice from inside the house. It was muffled enough that he couldn't make out the words, but Damian was speaking in a soothing tone. Like he was speaking to victims. Or small children.

Meow.

Or cats. That would make Damian speak in a soothing tone.

Dick sighed. So Damian left the Tower without notice to go see a cat. Of course he would. That was Damian down to the bone. Dick was pretty sure that he would have to stop Damian from smuggling this cat to the Penthouse.

A chorus of meows was heard from behind the door. Not this cat, then. These cats.

Dick opened the door, which was clearly broken into, and stepped into the house.

The house was abandoned. The floor was dirty and the windows looked like it hadn't been opened in quite some time. There was barely any furniture, just a closet that seemed to be nailed to the floor. In the middle of it was Damian, with a kitten on his hands and five others next to him.

Dick immediately wished he had a camera. The sight of Damian gently holding a kitten with the rest of the kittens snuggling up to him was something he wanted to cherish forever. And show to everyone who think that Damian is a mindless killer.

"Grayson," Damian said, completely unbothered but the fact that he was sitting in a filthy floor surrounded by kittens in a place he had obviously broken into. Oh, and let's not forget that he had just ran away.

Dick was at lost for words. He was not that bad as a child, was he?

"Damian," he began. he didn't know what to say, so the only thing that came was, "Are those kittens?"

"Tt. They are clearly kittens, Grayson. Is something wrong with your vision?"

"Oh, I'm sorry." Dick let exasperation color his words. Now that he was pissed, he found that words came easily. "Hi, Damian. Are those kittens in a place you broke in into, when you left the Tower without notifying anyone where you're going?"

Damian's face turned sheepish. He cradled the kitten in his arms and turned towards Dick. "You were tired. I didn't wish to disturb you."

Dick pinched the bridge of his nose. Damian was a kind and thoughtful child, really. He just didn't know how to express those kindness and thoughtfulness in the right way. Dick sighed. "When you left without notice, did it occur to you that it would disturb me more than you simply telling me where you want to go? This time you were only in an abandoned building playing with kittens. What if next time it was a kidnapping?"

Damian lowered his gaze to the floor. "I'm sorry, Grayson. It didn't occur to me that this would be a distress to you."

Dick sighed again. This kid is going to be the death of him. "It's all right. Don't do it again, okay?"

Damian nodded.

"What are you doing here, anyway?" Dick found himself asking.

Damian gestured to the kittens.

"Yeah, I know you're here for the kittens. Why are you here, specifically here, with the kittens?"

Damian shrugged. "I heard them when we were passing through on patrol. They were meowing incessantly. I gathered that they must be in some kind of distress. But we were chasing that robber, so I thought to come here after patrol."

Wait, patrol? Oh yeah, they did went through this area on patrol. Dick didn't hear anything then. Damian must always be listening for sounds of animal in distress for him to be able to hear this. Well, and the bragged genetics excellence.

"I was right. It appears that the mother gave birth here, and then was locked out of the place when she went out again. All the windows were closed and the door was locked. She didn't return here. The kittens were half-starved when I came."

Now Dick register the box full of supplies. Milk, kitten food, and blankets were just what was at the top of it. "Have you fed them?" Dick asked.

"Of course I've fed them. What do you think I am, an imbecile?"

"Okay, okay," Dick placated the boy. "Just checking." They fall into a companionable silence, each one content with simply savoring the moment.

After a while, Dick said, "You do know that the kittens will need a home, right? We can't keep them."

"Tt. Of course. You have made that quite clear."

They fall into silence again. This time, it was not so companionable. Dick could tell that something was bothering Damian, and it wasn't that he couldn't keep the kittens. It was deeper than that.

"We can give them to the shelter, or to Selina. The will be well cared for. But that's not what's bothering you, is it, Damian?"

"Who says I'm bothered?" Damian bit back.

"C'mon. You know I know you better than that. Do you want to talk about it?"

Damian shifted. He put down the kitten on his arms down to the floor, then started to wring his hands. Dick waited patiently. Damian couldn't be rushed. Not for something like this.

"The mother left," Damian said suddenly. "The kittens needed here, but she simply left."

Dick understood immediately. "Oh, Damian."

"I don't want your pity, Grayson," Damian snapped.

Dick sighed. Of course Damian didn't want his pity. Even though it was not pity. "All right. What do you want, then?"

"To get this kittens a home."

Right. Misdirection. Classic. Dick would humor him, though.

"We could do that. The shelter, or Selina?"

"Kyle would do."

"Okay, then. Let's go."

They worked together in preparing the kittens to give to Selina. Dick moved all the supplies out of the box, while Damian wrapped each kitten in a blanket. Then, they put all the kittens in the box. Damian lifted the box and they got on Dick's car.

"You know that there are still people who cares about you, right?" Dick asked on the drive to Selina's current apartment.

Damian was silent for a moment. He looked towards Dick, then back down towards the box full of kittens on his hands. "Yes, I do know that," he finally said. "You've made that quite clear."

[unprofessionalmusicrater]

Bruce Springsteen, 'Darkness on the Edge of Town' (#91)

The boss has always held a special place in my heart. Besides from growing up here, my Mom’s family has lived in New Jersey since they immigrated from Italy in the early 1900s. Bruce Springsteen is one of those people every New Jerseyan has at least one favorite song from, and I’m grateful to say “Jungleland” has always been that for me. When I got my first Walkman a couple years ago, Born to Run was the only album I had. I would spend hours listening to Clarence Clemens’s solo at the end, wishing I had his talent. Growing up and going to the shore, Bruce always played. Going into this review, I understand there is a stigma around listening to him, I hear people all the time say he’s too “New Jersey” or “corny”. But it’s important to forget what we know going into an album, and just listen. I’m excited to begin. 

Darkness on the Edge of Town begins with what feels like home. “Badlands” is filled with guitar, piano, drums, and the Boss. It’s everything you could ask for in an opening track, and incredibly easy to digest. There’s nothing to overthink when you’re listening to Springsteen sing, you’re just having a good time. He’s always been one of the few artists who lets me step away from the stress of daily life, and just be in the moment. The next track, “Adam Raised a Cain”, is brilliantly composed religious reference. In the Bible, Adam gave birth to two songs: Cain and Abel. Abel was always a good, rule-following kid, while Cain lived his entire life feeling like a black sheep. Springsteen sings angrily and rebelliously, encompassing everything I love about protest music. The next song, “Something in the Night”, is hard to put into words. It’s lullaby-esque but at the same time captures every feeling of nostalgia, hope, and love you wish for in a Springsteen song. It’s the first “slow” track on the album, but don’t let its simplicity distract you from its beauty. I highly recommend it to anyone who disagrees with the notion that the Boss belongs a spot in history as one of the best artists of all time. There’s references to the Stone Pony, the Jersey shore bar Springsteen rose to popularity in, and beautiful pictures like “But they caught us at the state line, Burned our cars in one last fight, And left us running burned and blind”. On “Candy’s Room” Springsteen falls in love over guitar and a building drumroll. It’s exciting and imitative of a fast heartbeat, which I hope the Boss was going for. The next “slow” song on the album is “Racing in the Street. One lyric describes the song perfectly, “ Summer’s here and the time is right, For racin’ in the street”. It’s a song you run through the streets at night listening to with no worries. It’s plain but complex, slow but made my heart speed up, and just a masterpiece of a song. It slowly closes out with an almost 2 minute long instrumental, a very, very, very pleasant surprise. 

“The Promised Land” is not my favorite track on ‘Darkness’, but definitely the stand-out hit. On the track Springsteen wants to start over, “Explode and tear this whole town apart, Take a knife and cut this pain from my heart, Find somebody itching for something to start”. He composes a perfect track that describes everything terrifying about growing up and just wanting to be happy (the exciting harmonica solo at the end was the cherry on top for me). Springsteen creates a subtle yet powerful social commentary on “Factory”. He describes his father’s own mistreatment in the working class, and the tireless cycle many Americans feel stuck in. It’s a repeated theme Springsteen has always followed: America is beautiful but flawed at its core. On “Streets of Fire”, he confessed “Eat at your insides and baby I ain’t no liar, I walk“, just before a powerful array of instrumentals come in and take control of the song. Hearing his masculine voice range and waver with pain is refreshing to hear. 

The album begins wrapping down on “Prove It All Night”. It’s nothing special, but the piano, electric guitar, and Clarence Clemens on the saxophone shine through more than ever. "Darkness on the Edge of Town”, the self-titled track of the album, actually happens to be the closing one too.  It’s Springsteen’s best display of emotions on the album, filled with the regret and lostness the end of album can do to you. As the Boss struggles with his working-class self-hatred and a longing for more, you find yourself not wanting the moment to end. Like many tracks aforementioned, the last song of the album slowly fades away over instrumentals. 

Darkness on the Edge of Town is a perfect coming of age album. The reason I love music is its timelessness. The message, emotion, and music doesn’t age, it can affect an 80 year old the same it affects me. ‘Darkness’ in particular is a masterpiece example of this. I find comfort in knowing my parents underwent the same experience I did tonight when they were young. It’s the ultimate display of music’s complicated power. 

[ellana-ravenwood]

Take care of my Babies or you’ll die - Wonder Woman x Reader

Summary : Diana has a deep distrust of Men’s World’s doctors, and have trouble letting them handle her pregnant girlfriend. 

I lost the original message but this story is for @freethecagedeggs. Also, Imma indulge @loverandomness2 because she’s been asking for this for a long time and I’m finally writing it :-). 

PART 2

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You couldn’t wait for all of this to be over. 

For the baby to finally arrive. 

Not because pregnancy was displeasing, in fact, you were one of those lucky women that had a smooth one. 

You only had a few morning sickness, you weren’t too tired, it didn’t hurt much (yet)...The only thing you had was your weird cravings but, then again, pickles and ice cream was a thing you ate together even before being pregnant. 

Nope. You don’t want all of this to be over because it’s difficult and tiring...But because your damn girlfriend cannot give you or anyone approaching you of a few feet a single break ! 

“(Y/N), don’t do this it could hurt the baby !”, “(Y/N) eat this it’s good for the baby”, “(Y/N), please babe, do this exercice it’s good for our little one”...The worst was how annoying she became whenever you had a doctor appointment. 

Oh. My. God.

************

When you and Diana decided to become parents, you settled for a sperm donor instead of adoption, because it was just easier, it would take less time and trouble...You also decided that you should be the one bearing the child, kind of unsure how things would work with Diana (after all, she had been made out of clay and given life by Zeus...). 

At first, everything went smoothly. 

You were both just too damn excited. And all your friends were extremely supportive. Of course they were. 

Your older brother, Bruce, helped you through so many hard times in your life, he definitely wasn't about to give up on you (no matter what some stuck up rich people thought about him for doing so...damn you guys lived in the XXIst century, what was the problem of a same sex couple adopting ?!), and he would never admit it because he wasn’t the cheesy type of man but...He already loved his future nephew/niece deeply. 

The day he brought you a teddy bear that looked astonishingly like the one you had when you were a kid, that exact teddy bear your dad gave you to “help you through any difficult times” (and it really did...whenever you were sad, for example missing your parents dearly, you’d hug the hell out of that bear and it would make you feel so much better), and when Bruce told you it was difficult to find the same one you had as a kid and it took him a lot of time and effort to do so, but you and your future child were definitely worth it...You teared up. You lied by saying your hormones were messing around with your emotions, and acted like it was not a big deal but...It meant the world that your beloved older brother would go through all that trouble just for a teddy bear for your baby.  

Alfred also made you tear up when he started to cry and oh god, the hug he gave you was the best you ever received...And you could have smothered your nephews to death with the embrace you gave them when they got all excited and cute about having a cousin...

Clark made a joke about how your son/daughter could join his boy, Jon, and your brother’s son, Damian, to form a new trinity and...The look Diana gave them shut them up. 

She had NO INTENTION on letting her baby get in any danger, which meant she’d never train her or him to fight, just to defend herself/himself. This made your eyes roll so hard. If your future child was going to be anything like you or Diana, you just knew she or he couldn’t keep away from fighting for what was right for long. You wouldn’t be surprise to see him/her actually forming a new trinity with your best friends’ children, and becoming a mighty...your girlfriend was having none of it. 

No. Her kid was NOT going to fight. Ever. Nope. Double nope. By Hades she would never allow it. When you told her though, that she sounded exactly like her mother, she stopped talking about it, but you knew she really had her mind settled on the “no fighting for my baby” thing. And deep down, you wished your future child would indeed never have to fight, but you also knew that it was somehow inevitable with parents like hers/his. 

************

The day of your first doctor appointment was an absolute nightmare. You had fought ALL DAY about it with Diana. She wanted you to go to Themyscira with her so that the healers over there could take care of you but no, you were having none of that...What, the only babies they helped gave birth to were made of clay ! Hell they actually never helped anyone to give birth ! Nope, you were going to a “normal” doctor, and that was that. 

Sitting in the car your brother rented for you (with a chauffeur and all), she was pouting next to you, arms crossed, and was looking away from you.

-Diana, how long are you going to act like a damn child ? 

-I’m acting like a child ?! You’re acting like a child (Y/N) ! 

-No, you’re the 3000 years old immature one right now ! 

-Oh don’t “3000 years old” me I have reasons not to trust your doctors !

-They’re not just my doctors, and go ahead then, tell me your reasons !

When you see her face changing from a mild annoyance to pure sadness, you immediately regret asking her...And when she tells you, you feel like a total asshole : 

-It’s...it’s just that...During wars...During the first and second World War, doctors would make decisions that I did not agree with. They would decide to cut someone’s limbs off while it could still be saved, they would decide to stop trying to revive someone while he still had a chance, they would...They would play God, and I do not like that. I know they had tough decisions to make, but they could have...they could have...I don’t know...

Your hand on her thigh startles her, as she got lost (once again) in the dark thoughts of what she witnessed during the two great wars. You know she still suffers from PTSD, though since she got with you it’s better...

-Diana, my love, I don’t...I Can’t...I can’t imagine what you and your friends went through during those wars. I know..I know you lost a lot of people, I know you still miss them, especially Steve but...Things have changed. I’m not going to go see a doctor and they’ll decide to just like, get rid of the baby or something. They’re not in a rush anymore. And they’re mostly good people who do that because it’s their passion to help others...Please, trust me babe. 

Her hand covering yours on her thigh, and squeezing it lightly is the only response she can give you right now. And the love shining in her eyes is enough. Of course she’ll trust you. If you say it’s ok, then so be it...She twists her body in her seat to go and kiss you, and you respond eagerly. 

And in a second, all her worries are gone, even the memories of the man she used to love, Steve Trevor, fade away, as there’s only you that counts now. You, and your future child. And oh how sweet your kiss was...

************

You thought you managed to reassure her. You though she’d be fine. But oh you were wrong. 

The first appointment went well, as the doctor didn’t really had to touch you. He explained how the future 9 months would unfold, and you listened intently. You had to admit that it was kind of funny to see Diana, in your peripheral vision, glare at your gynecologist. You were pretty sure she didn’t listen to a word he had to say, as she was too focus on sending murderous looks his way. 

It confused greatly your nice doctor, and when you both left and Diana whispered (unknowing of you of course) : “If you hurt in any way my wife or my baby, I’ll kill you”, he freaked out a little bit. 

Diana was already quite protective of you usually but oh, oh the fact that you were now bearing her child made everything worst. You were pretty sure that if she could put mattresses on the floor everywhere you went so that you could never hurt yourself, she would do it. 

It was awful. And it got even worst when your brother and nephews joined in. Only Alfred was treating like before. But oh your family ? They were driving you crazy with all their worries and such. 

Whenever someone came in a radius of 1 foot of you, Diana would glare at them and scare them away (you still remember that poor waitress that ran away because Diana send her a murderous gaze while all she wanted was fill your coffee cup)...She was turning into some kind of monster because of all of this. Your sweet, naive and nice girlfriend was in full on “I need to protect my babies” mode. Primal instinct took over her and...god you hated it. 

You always hated the fact that your brother would always somehow protect you, so now that it was your girlfriend, your girlfriend that always knew you could defend yourself so far ? It was tough. 

She never felt the need to protect you. You were, after all, the Batman’s sister, and his equal. She knew you could handle yourself. But now that you were pregnant ? Her eyes were on you each steps you took, just to make sure you’d be safe...And your brother was giving her tips as to how to do it without you noticing much ! AND THE FOOLS THOUGHT YOU WERE ACTUALLY NOT NOTICING THEIR LITTLE GAME !! OH MY GOD IT WAS MADDENING ! 

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And Diana was still wary of doctors. 

She almost broke the end of the one that was following you when he went to touch your belly that was starting to swell up...

Oh and the freak out she had when you took the first ultra-sound. You explained to her what it was, and yet...Still freaking out. 

-WHAT IS THIS ?! WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO MY BABY ?! 

The doctor was so frightened that he didn’t even had the strength to answer (her freak out had been going out for a good twenty minutes already) and so, with a sigh and a look of apology to the man, you said : 

-I told you Diana, it’s ok, it’s nothing. Just an ultra-sound, it...

-An ultra-son ? We’re having a boy ? What does it mean for him to be “ultra” ? And what...

With another roll of your eyes, you cut her off before she looses it and say :

-Ultra-sounD. It’s just to check if the baby is ok. 

-...How ? 

You look at the doctor, who was just looking at you two, completely stunned (on what kind of crazy people did he fell that time ?), and after a few seconds of you and your girlfriend staring at him, he understands that he has to talk...And so he does. He explains exactly what an ultra sound is, and Diana calms down. 

She actually looks genuinely interested. Though whenever the doctor touches you she gives him very dirty looks, when he points out your baby, your little one;..You can visibly see a tear in her eyes.

************

A boy. It’s a boy. 

And so it seems like the Waynes’ will only have boys in the family...You’re totally fine with that. Besides, if you ever decide to have another kid, maybe it’ll be a girl ? 

By now Diana is reassured about the ultra-sounds but...Whenever the doctor do something she deem suspicious, she gets between him and you and, because she’s a damn tall woman and your doctor is ridiculously short, she stares him down and ask a detailed explanation of what he’s about to do before letting him do anything...It’s cute and very annoying at the same time. 

Fortunately, you fell on the only doctor probably that went along and explained each time, very patiently and all, as he understood by now that if she reacted that way it was because she was very worried for you and the baby (though he still didn’t get why she kept referring to him as a “Men’s World’s doctor”...). 

He had to admit though, there were few moments he was genuinely scared for his life, but whenever “Diana” was getting a bit too extreme, too protective, too questioning..You’d set her straight and, with a kiss to her forehead or cheek or even lips, she’d calm down completely and be relaxed for the rest of the appointment. 

It like you were magical, the only one that could soothe her...and that’s exactly what you were. Diana would have never accepted any “Men’s World’s doctors” to take care of the birth of her baby, not after what she saw during the wars, and she “endured” it only for you, because she loved you too damn much and the power you had over her should frighten her but...it just seemed to make her feel happier than ever. 

************

You’re both wrapped around each other, her arms slumped around you shoulders, legs tangled, your face in the crook of her neck and hers buried in your hair when...A weird wet sensation and a brutal shift in your attitude wakes her up. 

-The baby is coming. 

Is the only thing you have to tell her before, without thinking, she takes your suitcase you both prepared for the hospital, and, wrapping you in your robe, flies out of the window and takes you to the nearest hospital. Thanks god there was no witness or camera around...

************

Thankfully, Bruce arrived shortly after (the news quickly spread through Gotham City, that (Y/N) Wayne was in the hospital giving birth to a new member of the famous family), and was there to calm Diana down. 

Him and your nephews had to jump on her to stop her from bursting in the delivery room, and they only succeeded because Bruce told her that it would be dangerous to enter the place without being sterilized before ! 

But your screams (you arrived too late for an epidural anesthesia) were a torture to her, and oh she wanted to run into the room to kick everyone’s ass for not helping you better !! She sat on the floor, wrapping herself in her arms, knees to her chin, trying to ignore your screams of pain, that reminded her way too much of what she heard on the battlefield...

Thankfully, your brother was there, and your nephews too. They gave her their support. They gave their “sister” and aunt all their love, all their attention. Hugging her close to their heart, making sure she’d feel better as you were giving birth to your first child. 

************

-Can we...Can we call him Thomas ? Like my father...

You ask shyly. You two never actually discussed name and you were somewhat afraid that she’d refused but...of course she doesn’t. She understands. She knows how close you were from your dad, how much you miss him even now, years and years after his death...And so, Thomas it is. 

Thomas Steven Prince-Wayne. 

It’s a ridiculously long name. But oh it fits him so well. It’s a royal name, and it’s perfect for him. Him and his tiny hands that already tries to grab everything...

Thomas Steven Prince-Wayne. 

The name makes headline of every newspaper the next day. 

His eyes are already opening, and he reacts each time he ears you or Diana. He visibly moves whenever his mothers’ voice resonate in the room...Each times, it makes him fall asleep peacefully. 

He doesn’t cry, and you’re convinced it’s because of the Teddy Bear Bruce brought...He doesn’t cry, and Diana is sure it’s because he takes after your calm nature. He doesn’t cry and it worries the both of you a bit but...

It’s a perfectly healthy boy. 

Thomas Steven Prince-Wayne. 

When Diana holds him for the first time, when the doctor she distrusted so much finally puts him in her arms...She’s speechless. 

Her son. It’s her son...Her tiny baby...

She already loves him more than anything else in the world (except for you maybe), and when she whispers a low “thank you” to the doctor she despised all those months, he knows why he’s doing this job. 

She tries her best not to cry, but she cannot help it. 

Sitting on the side of your bed, she cries. Cries and cries some more as she holds her tiny son against her heart. 

You wipe her tears with the tip of your fingers, weak, but not weak enough to not care for her, and as she lays her boy back in his crib because he fell asleep as she was whispering words of love to him, she lays down besides you and you two fall asleep in each others’ arms. 

Thomas Steven Prince-Wayne. 

A ridiculously long name. For a boy destined to do ridiculously great things. 

Fin (?).

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I’m afraid I got Diana out of character, and I feel like I didn’t make the relationship between Diana and reader sweet or believable enough...And afraid that meh. It’s kind of a mess. Uh. UH. Thanks for reading anyway...Hope you aren’t disappointed. 

Also I have another request with the sentence starter “where is our child” with Wonder Woman, and should I use this particular kid, Thomas, or start from scratch ? You choose. Basically, do you want a “part 2″ ?

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Chapter 07 - Sweet Sixteen

“It’s my birthday,” Zoey loudly proclaims, running down the stairs into the kitchen. Jonathan and Martha exchange an amused look. They both knew how much this day meant to Zoey. They were also very aware of the Carmichael family traditions regarding birthdays.

Jonathan pulls her into a tight hug. He presses a soft kiss to the top of her head. “Happy birthday, sweetheart,” he tells her. Zoey shoots him a smile before hugging Martha.

Zoey looks between her godparents with an excited look. “So, when do I get my car?”

Jonathan sighs. “You’re not getting a car, Zoey.”

Zoey frowns. “Uncle Max said I get car on my birthday. It’s family tradition.”

Martha shoots her an apologetic look. “Sweetheart, we can’t afford to get you a car.”

Zoey clearly didn’t believe them. “Am I getting it at my party tonight?”

A loud honking from outside causes them to exchange a look, then make their way out onto the porch. Parked in the driveway was a brand new red Porsche 911. On the top was a big red bow. Max waves the keys in the air and Zoey runs back into the house to grab a pair of shoes. “I thought we told him no car,” Jonathan questions his wife.

Martha nods. “We did.”

Zoey runs out of the house, down stairs, and right over to Max, who she tightly embraces. The door opens once more and they turn to see Clark. “Whose car,” he asks, looking between his parents.

“Zoey’s,” Jonathan answers, shaking his head. He disappears back into the house.

A dark grey SUV pulls up behind the Porsche. Clark shoots his mother a confused look. “Zoey gets two cars for her birthday,” he asks.

Martha frowns. “She wasn’t even supposed to get one in the first place. We told Max no on the car.” They watch as Austin climbs out of the SUV and embraces Zoey. “Hopefully, it just belongs to Mr. Wells.”

Zoey and Max climb into the Porsche. It takes off out of the driveway. Austin walks up to the porch. “Good morning, Mrs. Kent, Clark,” he greets.

“Good morning, Mr. Wells,” Martha replies, motioning for him to follow them into the house. “We didn’t expect you this morning.”

“I assuming Max didn’t tell you about anything then,” Austin replies.

“Mr. Wells,” Jonathan greets, walking into the kitchen. “We told Max no on the car.”

Austin chuckles. “Yeah. Carmichaels ignore the word ‘no’ when it comes to birthdays. Believe me I told him that he should respect your decision. But I can’t get him to listen when it comes to birthday traditions. Just know that they only get worse. Zoey’s first board meeting has been scheduled for her eighteenth birthday since she was born.”

Martha frowns. “Isn’t that a little young to be making decisions affecting a company?”

“She’ll mostly sit in and listen. Max will still make all the final decision.” Austin clears his throat. “Speaking of Max, he wanted Zoey to do all the present stuff this morning. She won’t get a chance to do anything like that at her party tonight.”

“How big is the party tonight,” Jonathan questions. “We told Max not do anything too big.”

“I think it’s around one hundred people,” Austins answers. He sees the Kents exchange a look. “For Max that is small. The board from CRC and their guests will be there. The partners from my law firm. Some executives from Queen Industries and Wayne Enterprises will be there. Oliver Queen will be there. I think Lex RSVP’ed too.”

“Doesn’t exactly sound like a birthday party for a teenager,” Martha points out.

“That’s the other thing with Carmichael milestone birthday parties. Its social event where people conduct business deals.”

~*~

Zoey eyes the pile of presents sitting on the coffee table. “I’m going to have write a lot of thank you notes,” she says, grabbing a small box sitting on top. She pulls off the black wrapping paper and silver box to reveal a jewelry box.

“You’re going to also remember to thank everyone in person tonight,” Max reminds. “Whose that from?”

Zoey smiles as she recognizes the familiar handwriting on the card. “Bruce.” She opens the jewelry box and stares at the diamond and pearl necklace.

“Holy shit,” Max exclaims, taking the box from her. Martha, who was in the kitchen making birthday cupcakes, sets down the bowl of batter and walks over to them. “Zoey, you will marry this kid.”

Zoey rolls her eyes, taking the box back from him. “Last summer, when we were in Zurich, I saw this in the window of a jewelry store. Or at least something similar. Bruce wouldn’t have brought it and held onto it for that long.”

“Doesn’t matter when he brought it. You’re going to fucking marry him. I’ll fucking marry him if you don’t. I’ll even do it tonight.”

“Bruce told me he wouldn’t be able to make it to my party.”

Austin shakes his head. “I don’t think Bruce is all that interested in you that way, Max.”

“That’s a very extravagant gift,” Martha points out. “Who would send that?”

Zoey bites her lip. She hadn’t told Martha and Jonathan about her relationship with the heir to Wayne Enterprises. “It’s from Bruce Wayne,” Max answers. “Zoey and Bruce have been dating…are you guys still together? Or are you two still just friends with benefits? That necklace screams that you’re still together.”

“We haven’t talked about it,” Zoey softly says, avoiding Martha’s gaze.

Martha frowns. “Zoey, if you’ve been seeing this boy, then I think we need to have a talk.”

Max waves a hand. “Martha, that horse left the barn over a year ago. I made her start taking birth control after I found out. I also make sure that condoms are available.”

Zoey wishes she could sink into the couch. This was not how she expected her birthday to go. Austin, seeing the tension was slowly building in the room, grabs a gift bag and hands it to Zoey. “Open this one,” he tells her. Martha shakes her head and walks back into the kitchen. “Who is it from?”

“Ollie,” Zoey says, pulling the teddy bear out of the gift bag. It was a white bear dressed in a Robin Hood outfit. She laughs. Then she notices the gold chain with a single emerald on the teddy bear. “Oh.”

“That’s cute,” Max says, setting the jewelry box from Bruce on the coffee table.

~*~

Clark looks though the crowd, trying to spot anyone besides his parents that he may have known at Zoey’s birthday party. He had been expecting more of their classmates, not business people. He doubted that Zoey actually knew any of the guests at her party. The party was being held in the restaurant that sat at the top of the Rosewood Metropolis. “Clark.” He turns to see Lex walking over to him.

Clark smiles. “It’s nice to see someone that I actually recognize.”

Lex chuckles. “These parties are all about CEOs and board members.”

“Doesn’t make for a fun birthday party.”

Lex shrugs. He had grown up go to exactly these types of parties. He knew what they were all about. “You end up finding ways to have fun. Speaking of the birthday girl, you haven’t seen her have you?”

Clark shakes his head. “I haven’t seen Zoey for a quite a while.” He frowns. “Actually, I think the last time I saw here was when they cut the cake.”

~*~

Oliver finds Zoey on the floor below the restaurant. She standing next to the window, looking out of the window. “Hey, everyone is missing the birthday girl,” he says, walking up to her. She shrugs, not looking at him. He frowns. “Zo, hey, what’s wrong?”

Zoey shakes her head. She wipes away a tear. “It’s nothing. I’m fine,” she softly says.

Oliver shakes his head. He pulls her against his chest. Her arms slide under his suit jacket. “Tell me what’s wrong, Zo?”

“I hate my party,” Zoey whispers.

He feels her tears on his neck. “Everyone saying that they your parents would be very proud if they were here,” he asks and she nods. He doesn’t say anything she softly cries.

“I’m sorry,” Zoey says, pulling back. He reaches up and wipes away more of her tears. She runs a hand down his chest. “I ruined your shirt.”

Oliver shrugs. “It’s just a shirt, Zo.”

Zoey shakes her head. “No. I-I-I-I ruined your shirt. I’m so sorry, Ollie. And you got me such a nice present too.”

“Zo, I promise it’s fine.”

“No. No. No. It’s not fine.”

He gently grasps her face and forces her to look him in the eye. “Zoey, it’s okay.”

She stares at him. She doesn’t know what posses her to do it. She leans up and softly kisses him. He doesn’t move. Zoey pulls back. She shakes her head as more tears start to fall. “Ollie, I’m so so sor—”

He cuts her off by pressing his lips against hers. He doesn’t know why he does it. Her arms wrap around, pulling him close. He buries a hand in her hair. His other hand runs down her body. His lips trail across her jaw and neck. Her chest is heaving. She pulls his mouth back to hers, sliding her tongue in. Then he notices the whiskey taste.

Oliver pulls back. “Zo, you’re drunk.” Zoey’s hands go to the button on his pants. He grabs her wrists. “You’re drunk.”

“So,” Zoey argues.

Oliver shakes his head. He scoops her up. “Do you have the key to the suite,” he asks. Knowing that there was no use fighting with him, Zoey rests her head on his shoulder. She nods, wrapping her arms around his neck. A silences falls over them as he takes her down to the Carmichael family suite.

“Ollie, I don’t feel so good,” Zoey mutters as he steps off the elevator.

“How much did you drink?”

“I had…I had a lot of Jim and Cokes. I gave the bar tender a ten thousand dollars to give it to me.”

Oliver stops in front of the suite door. He could see that Zoey was starting to fall asleep. “Zo, where’s the key?” She reaches down and pulls the key from her cleavage. He sets her down and takes they from her. After getting the door open, he gently guides her into the room. “C’mon, let’s get you into bed.”

“Are you getting into bed with me,” Zoey asks, walking into the bedroom with Oliver.

He chuckles as he pulls back the covers. “I think this is something that you need to do on your own, Zo.” She shoots him a sad look as she sits on the bed. Oliver kneels down on the floor and pulls off her heels. A light snore causes him to look up and he smiles, seeing Zoey had fallen asleep. He rolls her onto her side and places a trashcan next to the bed.

“Oliver,” Max loudly calls when he makes his way back to the party. “Have you seen Zoey?”

“She wasn’t feeling well, so I took her downstairs,” Oliver explains.

“Is she okay?”

“She’ll fine, Max.”

~*~

Zoey groans and slowly opens her eyes. The blinding light causes her to quickly shut them. She slowly sits up and immediately reaches for the trash can that was next to the bed. There’s a soft hand on her back and her hair is pulled back. “Just let all come out,” Oliver says, rubbing her back.

“Ugh, I feel like complete shit,” Zoey mutters.

Oliver laughs. “You should. You somehow got drunk off your ass without anyone noticing.”

Zoey looks down and finds that she’s still wearing her dress from the night before. “At least I still have my clothes on.”

“Not for your lack of trying.” Zoey shoots him an alarmed look. “You were the one who kissed me, Zo.”

“I did?”

“And tried to take my pants off.”

“I’m sorry.”

Oliver pulls her off the bed and pushes her towards the bathroom. “It’s fine, Zo. Right now, you need to get in the shower and then your gonna brush your teeth.”

After taking a hot shower and brushing her teeth, Zoey pulls on the fluffy bathrobe and walks out into the living room. “Where’s Uncle Max,” she asks, sitting down at the table covered in food that Oliver had ordered from room service.

“I think he’s upstairs, making sure everything is cleaned up,” Oliver tells her.

“Ollie, I’m so sorry,” Zoey softly says. She buries her face in her hands. “I can’t believe I did that.”

“What exactly do you remember?”

“I remember sobbing all over you, then making out with you. Then it gets hazier after that.”

Oliver grabs her hand. “Zo, it’s okay.”

Zoey nods, letting a silence fall over them. More than anything she wanted to climb onto his lap and kiss him. She wanted to feel his hands on her skin. She pulls her hand away from his and grabs a piece of bacon. No, she couldn’t let anyone know that she had somehow developed feelings for him.

Someone’s built a candy castle For my sweet sixteen. Someone’s built a candy house To house her in. Someone’s built a candy castle For my sweet sixteen. Someone’s built a candy brain And filled it in.

Well, I’ll do anything For my sweet sixteen Oh I’ll do anything For little runaway girl.