#D.C. superman

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Look at this happy little guy

He’s like “:3”

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you asked for photo evidence

YAAAAAAAH the jimenez one too augh!!! i saw these maybe 5 mins after i asked like a fool but now All of them r together so THANK YOU hehe <3

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Superman by Paul Smith

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Iconic 💥

#superwonder

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On September 29, 2011, Superman was screened at Barcelona Phenomena.

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That poll about whether or not Clark is a Himbo is so like. You really can tell if someone has read a comic or not just by some of the things they say.

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In this context, "fantastic" likely means "outrageous, unrealistic," and not "really good."

As in, "your belief that Krypton is about to explode is a fantasy."

It's important to me that people know this.

"Your ideas are fantastic! You had better leave!"

-- my bosses at my last three jobs

[racefortheironthrone]

Now you mentioned i, I am a bit surprised Smallville is prominently and consistently in Kansas? It's Smallville, Kansas. There might be others and certainly cities located vaguely within a real region, but it's definitely the first fictional town or city of D.C. in a real-world American state to come to mind.

So this gets to the weirdness of D.C geography. When Superman was first established, there was much less of a cohesive "universe," so if Siegel and Shuster wanted Superman to specifically be raised in Kansas, that's where he was from and the rest of the geography would have to work itself out.

IMO, this early slapdash approach to world-building has (over time) led to some things that just don't make sense to me as a student of urban history and urban studies:

Metropolis shouldn't be in Delaware. It doesn't make sense in terms of urbanization, given the context of an already-crowded Northeastern Corridor - Delaware simply does not have the capacity to sustain a city of 11 million people, and you wouldn't get a municipality of that size right next door to New York City (as well as D.C's other fictional cities in the area). The whole idea of Metropolis and Gotham being across the river/bay from each other has never really worked for me; you can still do Superman/Batman team-up stories no matter where they are, because Superman can fly and Batman has his own personal fighter jets.

More importantly, it doesn't make sense in terms of historic patterns of urban migration. Moving to the big city in search of the American Dream is a big part of the Clark Kent story, but historically people moving from rural to urban areas overwhelmingly go to the nearest large city, depending on how transportation networks are arranged, whether we're talking about train lines or direct flights or highways or bus routes. There is a reason we can track regional movements of black communities during the Great Migration, because who went where depended on which train lines ran through which states:

This is why I've always felt that, while Metropolis has aesthetically been associated with New York City, it logically should be Chicago. It is the biggest city in the Midwest, one very much associated with robber baron industrialists and corruption at the highest levels, and absolutely stuffed with art deco architecture for Superman to pose on top of. Up until the Tribune Company began to strip it for parts, it's also been a major newspaper town with a long tradition of muck-raking investigative journalism that would inspire a starry-eyed cub reporter like Clark. As one of the original transit hubs and the U.S' own "nature's metropolis," it is precisely the place that a Kansas farm boy would hop a train to, because all trains go to Chicago. Also, culturally I like it better that Clark Kent represents the City of Wide Shoulders whereas Bruce Wayne is the typical Tri-State Area Type-A personality.

Going back to D.C's bizarro Northeast geography, I likewise have an issue with Gotham being in New Jersey...if New York City is also supposed to be a major metropolitan area in the D.C universe. Just as Delaware would struggle to support a city of 11 million people, it would be very difficult to grow Gotham into a city of 10 million people so close to the gravity well of the Greater New York Metro Area. New Jersey is a pretty urbanized state, but its biggest cities tend to range in population from 300,000 to 100,000 - which works very well for a place like Blüdhaven, which is supposed to have something of an inferiority complex vis-a-vis Gotham - because a lot of the population tends to gravitate to NYC for work and eventually housing as well.

I've already said my piece about the lack of cultural specificity of D.C's Midwest.

As far as the West Coast goes, I've always found it a bit odd that Star City isn't where Seattle is supposed to be. Let's face it, the only place where Oliver Queen's facial hair would go unnoticed is Seattle. Also, Coast City is often depicted too far north on the map - if it's supposed to be a half-hour away from Edwards Air Force Base, it should be significantly more southern, down by Kern County and San Bernadino County, not practically up in San Francisco.

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Meeting the Justice League | Batman/Bruce Wayne x Magician!Reader

Synopsis: Vivian didn’t meet the Justice League until she asked Bruce if she could, and that was after she ran into one while at work. Let’s just say that not all first-time meetings were ideal or good at all. Even if that member is on probation.

Vivian met some of the members of the League before they became the Justice League. She remembered meeting Diana Prince when she was invited by one of her former mentors to the museum they worked in. At that time, Diana was a museum curator. She didn't know she was Wonder Woman at the time and only did when Bruce revealed to her some files he's been keeping about possible threats, starting from Superman, then there was a speedster in Star City, and then Diana Prince, or Wonder Woman, who has been fighting since World War I.

She remembered coming to the museum and meeting the tall, lean, and beautiful woman. Diana came to greet them that day and showed the collection of statues from the classical era they have restored. After the tour, Vivian went out to have coffee with her to talk more about their works, and they were later joined by Bruce who flew all the way from Gotham to Washington, D.C. to surprise her and join her in the remaining days of her trip in D.C. (Kirk wasn't too happy when Bruce appeared and took his spot beside Vivian in all the dinners and lunches). 

When Vivian introduced Diana to him, there was a pause before he held out his hand to her and introduced himself. She took note of that but said nothing and continued with their lunch. She observed Bruce and Diana the entire time and made a list of things to ask him when they retreat to the hotel room he booked for them both in the same hotel she and her colleagues were staying at – she just have to move out of her current room she shared with a couple of other female professors and join Bruce in the suite floors above the others.

“Wanna tell me who that was?” Vivian asked as soon as she closed the door. “Couldn't be an ex-girlfriend since you kept the act of,” she made a gesture that showed his entire persona, “Billionaire-philanthropist Bruce Wayne who came to see his girlfriend in D.C., all the way from Gotham – which, by the way, is impractical but how couldn't I love you even more?” She kissed his cheek.

Bruce smiled. He then had her back facing him so he could zip down her dress. “Diana Prince. She's a member of the League.”

“Oh – wait, what?” Vivian turned to him. “You don't just drop a bomb like that and act like it's nothing.”

“She's a work friend, Viv.”

“No, George and Catherine who are floors below us sleeping in shared rooms with the others and are eating take outs from McDonald's are work-friends. Leaguers are not just work friends. You get to talk shit about your work friend, not a fellow Leaguer.”

Bruce chuckled. “Trust me, Diana can be rude when she wants to be… and she can call out your shit when needs to be.”

“Exactly, and you can't do that at work. It's either you talk behind their back or you don't,” Vivian jokes. “So, let me guess, Wonder Woman?”

“The one and only.”

“Holy shit! Bruce, I met Wonder Woman and you didn't tell me! I talked about World War I like a total geek in front of the woman who actually fought in it!”

“Don't worry, she just messaged me and said that she finds you interesting and asked if you're up for ice cream sometimes,” Bruce got out his phone that just sent him a notification.

“Do you have any idea how much of a Wonder Woman fan I was growing up?! I had history books, Bruce, history books just so I could read about her. Do you think she'll sign them for me?”

Bruce frowned, more like a pout as he said, “You never let me sign anything.”

“Please, you leave enough marks on my body that it's passable for an autograph,” she made her point when she took off the dress and showed the hickey on her waist.

“You can ask her for one when you both head out for ice cream. I know your plane leaves tomorrow back to Gotham, but maybe we can stay back a bit so you both can have that meet up.”

“It's a date.”

He didn't like that. Not one bit, but Bruce messaged Diana about the plan and gave her the time they could meet.

Changed to her pajamas – which was just her old Gotham University t-shirt and a pair of Batman printed shorts (she got those just to mess with him) – Vivian jumped on their bed and snuggled close to Bruce. 

“I know we agreed to keep League business out of any conversation since what you’re dealing with is really confidential, but since you’re working on this with Alfred… maybe I can have a little peek at that file now? Just so I know who I keep an eye out for.”

“Don't worry, there aren't any historical figures you've encountered lately. And Diana's the only one… but I guess you're right. You're practically behind the Bat Computer when we're on patrol. It's about time I also share some stories from my other work.”

The next day, Vivian went with her colleagues to their last destination before saying goodbye to them as she and Bruce would be staying for an extra day in D.C., this had Catherine tease her about their extra day stay, and a disappointed look with Kirk since they planned to watch another movie on the plane. They met with Diana as soon as her colleagues left and Vivian spoke with her much more relaxed than the last as secrets were no longer in the way.

At the end of their date, Diana said to them both, “Bruce, you should bring Professor Pryor to the Tower sometime. We might need her expertise in some areas, and her skills.”

Bruce frowned. One of the reasons he didn't want the League to know about Vivian was because of her power. Once they learn about her magic, they will always add her as an option to their plans. Magic is one of the things they battle.

“We'll see,” said Bruce.

~*~

It was easy to identify who Superman was when she met Clark Kent in the gala. Before she just went through the files of the Justice League with Bruce, she's heard and has seen Superman in the newspaper a couple of times now and it would either be on a blurry photo or just the bad quality of the newsprint. So, when she saw the profile of the Kryptonian on the BatComputer, Vivian said, “well, gotta give him points with creativity. I mean, when Oli (her brother) removes his glasses and sweeps his hair back, he's unrecognizable.” But after a beat she and Bruce were laughing.

Clark Kent grew up on a farm in Kansas and came to Metropolis and works in the Daily Planet (“Look at that, Superman’s going to work for you,” Vivian commented), and has written pieces that span from investigative journalism, to entertainment and lifestyle, and sports.

As much as Vivian wanted to meet Clark Kent, Vivian can't just go to the Daily Planet to meet him without reason. So, when Bruce mentioned that they were going to have a gala in Wayne Tower to celebrate Wayne Enterprise's acquisition of the Daily Planet, and to welcome the new company under W.E.’s list of companies in its conglomerate, Vivian asked to have Clark Kent to cover the event (since the invitees were only the board members and some chosen employees by the Editor).

When Clark received the news from Perry White, Clark had a feeling this was the work of Bruce. Still, he went to the gala to cover the entire thing, and as he stood there with the other reporters with Jimmy to get photos, Clark braced himself when he heard someone call out, “Bruce Wayne's here!”

Coming out of the sleek black car, Bruce Wayne acknowledged the people around them, he then let out a boy who was around twelve years old, and then, to Clark's surprise, a woman with red hair and wearing a long black dress that made her stand out. She held onto Bruce hand the entire time, while keeping an arm around the boy's shoulder to keep him close.

They passed a couple of reporters who asked a few questions, mostly for Bruce to answer about the acquisition of the Daily Planet, and some asking Vivian about the documentary that she will be part of. It was a documentary about Gotham City, and as one of the renowned researchers and historians of Gotham, she was asked to guest in the whole thing.

When they were about to approach Clark, Bruce whispered something to Vivian's ear and her gaze came to him. Vivian smiled and she approached him with a hand held out.

“Clark Kent, right?” She said.

“Yes, it's a pleasure to meet you, Professor Pryor,” said Clark.

“The pleasure is mine, Mr. Kent. I've read your works and it's nice to see a reporter putting their heart into their works. I hope this change will be good for you and the other members of the Planet.”

“Some mixed reactions but people will get used to it,” Clark shrugged. It was when Jimmy nudged him and then asked Vivian for a photo that Clark remembered he was there for work too. After Jimmy took the photo of Vivian with young Dick Grayson, she refused to get a solo photo, Clark guessed, as she kept Dick with her whenever Bruce wasn't there (preoccupied with other reporters and partners). Young Dick Grayson was her safety net in these places, and Clark could hear her heart beating faster than normal, and see the little mannerisms that showed anxiety. The way Dick held her hand showed that the boy knew about it and would stay beside her.

So, instead of asking her something that would get her caught off guard, Clark went off script and asked her something that would get her comfortable in the situation: “We heard that you will be part of a documentary that explains Gotham's origins.   Tell me, Professor, what can you say about this documentary? There’s also word that it would be directed by one of the renowned directors in Gotham.”

Caught off guard with his question, Jimmy nudged Clark again but Clark ignored him. With Lois writing about the merger, Clark was supposed to write a lifestyle piece about Vivian Pryor’s dress, her relationship with Bruce Wayne, and just mention the project she was part of. No deeper dives into the project. This piece was about the only woman that Bruce Wayne was in a long-term relationship. Despite Bruce being in Gotham, his photos in business magazines have women in Metropolis swooning, and when they heard rumors of him in a serious relationship with a university professor, they were left heart broken. And everyone now wanted to know who Vivian Pryor was beyond the author biography and the interviews and documentaries.

This was supposed to be a celebrity scoop! And Vivian Pryor was a rising celebrity.

“Well, I can't say much that won't get me in trouble. But it will give people more insight on Gotham. I know that Gotham has a reputation in other cities, but I hope this documentary would show how rich it is in history, and I think the director will be able to do it. He is a Gothamite afterall, so he'd know what to show.”

“What about you? I read that you didn't really grow up here. What got you so interested in Gotham?”

“Gotham has secrets that are yet to be discovered. And I think that's what draws me to it –” This made Dick scoff and sent her a teasing look, which Vivian pinched him playfully for. “Alright, that and this little kid.” Dick rolled his eyes. “Other than the fact I went to Gotham University. Also, for the record, my mother was actually a Gothamite. She grew up here in Gotham, but she was a free spirit and liked to travel and brought me with her until we settled down in Liverpool.”

“What are you talking about here?” Bruce came to Vivian's side. He glanced at Clark's way but only for a moment as his gaze stayed at Vivian. 

“Just her latest project, Mr. Wayne,” said Clark.

“Well, I'd hate to cut this short but we need to head inside,” Bruce then held out a hand to Clark, “It's nice to finally meet you, Clark Kent. It was Vivian who asked you to cover for tonight's event. She’s a big fan of your works.”

Ah, so she knows, Clark pieced together.

“I'm glad to hear that. We've been trying to get an interview with Professor Pryor but she's got a full calendar for the past few days.”

Vivian glanced at Bruce before she said, “I'm sure we can squeeze you in. I'll send you my free schedules, Mr. Kent. I'll be sure to tell your boss about it too.” After that the unconventional family of three went inside the venue to join the celebrations.

The next day, Clark got an earful from Perry that he didn't get the scoop he was assigned to write, but after a while Perry got a message from Bruce Wayne's secretary about the free schedules of Vivian Pryor so Clark could get a one-on-one with her since their conversation was cut short. Clark wasn't sure if that was on purpose or a coincidence, but that message saved his behind.

After coordinating with Vivian and Bruce’s secretary in their free time, Clark took a ferry ride to get to Gotham. When he got there, Clark was surprised when he saw Bruce Wayne to be at the pier to pick him up.

“Clark,” Bruce greeted with a smirk. Beside him was Dick who begged to go with him to meet Superman face to face.

“Bruce,” Clark shook Bruce’s hand. “Hi Richard,” he held out his hand to the boy.

Dick shook it and said, “Call me Dick. Everyone does.”

“I'll take note of that. So, where's Professor Pryor?”

“Still on campus. I thought I'd let you see her work before the interview, just so the Planet really knows who they're writing about,” Bruce opened the door for Dick before getting in the car.

The ride to Gotham University took a little while, and Clark frowned when they passed the depressing areas in Gotham and then the sudden transition to the “metro” side of the city, which was where Gotham University was. Bruce parked his car beside the car that had a parking spot named for Vivian Pryor, and they were walking through the halls of the university campus where Bruce and Dick were greeted with familiarity.

When they entered a classroom, Clark could hear Vivian's voice in the amphitheater setup of the room. The room was packed with students, colleagues, and some professionals in their field, listening to her special lecture that day on symbols and icons, which was her specialty. 

“Symbols are deeply embedded in our cultures, religions, and histories. They can represent complex concepts and beliefs that vary significantly across different societies. And to interpret these symbols you need to understand their context. Their historical background and the cultural narratives surrounding them. Let's say these,” Vivian pressed the clicker and the slide showed an image of Lady Gotham which the audience represented as justice, while others said “a lie!”. She said nothing and showed another photo. It was of a black mask with a long beak, the answers were: “death”, “death mask”, “Penguin's new face”, and “plague mask”. 

Another photo, this time it was gold mark with a lightning bolt.

“Zeus!”

“Storms!”

“Thor!”

Another photo. A trident.

“Devil's pitchfork.”

Then another. This time it was Superman's symbol.

“Hope!”

“Justice!”

“Alien!”

“Superman!”

Then another. It was the Batman's symbol this time.

“Vengeance!”

“Justice! Real justice!”

“Batman!”

“It's a fucking bat!” A student called out, which earned laughter from the others, and one of the professors to reprimand them.

“Alright. Starting from this,” she showed a photo of the lightning. “You all just got two out of five… not enough to pass this class, if you ask me. Because your answers were objectively correct, but if you zoom out of this photo,” she pressed the clicker and the whole photo appeared. “That is the Flash!” 

And it was, it was the photo of Barry in his Flash costume and smiling at the camera.

“And, this one…” the trident photo zoomed out and showed Arthur as Aquaman. “Poor Aquaman. Don't let him hear you call that a fork.”

The students laughed and groaned at the answer.

“And you got the last two correct though,” Vivian showed the photos of the Batman and Superman from their front page photo when the Justice League were featured. “Now that we’ve finished the classics, we're moving to more modern symbols that are built today. The new earthshakers and gods that guard the skies and land and oceans. For extra credit on those who want, I want a paper next week that is an analysis on what the Justice League symbolizes. You can take it culturally, historically, or even use newspapers for your sources. What I want is to see how you analyze these symbols beyond the – as Mr. Sanches said in our last lecture – beyond the bling.”

The lecture ended after that and the audiences were leaving the place, giving Bruce and Dick the space to come down to meet her with Clark. Dick was the first to greet her, and Vivian welcomed him in her arms. 

“Hey, you didn't fall asleep!” Vivian rested her chin on his head as he sat on her desk.

“I never slept in your lectures!”

Laughing at him, Vivian turned to Bruce to greet him with a kiss.

“You were wonderful,” he told her.

“Thanks. And Clark, wonderful to see you here!”

“Hello, Professor Pryor.”

“Please, Vivian's fine. And maybe we should head to a more comfortable place to talk?” Vivian said as she nodded at the direction of the students that linger in the classroom to get the latest scoop. “Wayne Manor isn't that far.”

“Of course.”

“And Alfred made lunch too,” said Bruce.

~*~

“So, Bruce finally told you about the Justice League,” Clark said as he drank his tea. 

Sitting in the sitting room in Wayne Manor, Clark was finally able to remove the mask and greeted Vivian as himself – as both Clark and Superman. And in return, Vivian showed him her secret too – rather, the entire Wayne Manor’s secret. Her magical abilities. When she first showed it, Clark nearly had a heart attack when the pot of tea flew to his side and asked if he needed a refill, at first he thought it was Alfred asked but then the butler came out of the kitchen with more biscuits and pastries. Then he saw the floating tea pot and jumped in fright.

“For a moment I thought the place was haunted,” said Clark when he saw the floating pots and china.

“Ms. Vivian likes to play her part in the upkeep of the manor by conjuring the dead to help out,” Alfred joked.

After that was put aside, and Dick getting an autograph from Superman, Clark went to work by stating how thankful he was that they called just in time when Perry was about to tell him off for not doing the piece.

Vivian sighed when she learned what the piece Daily Planet wanted and shrugged at Bruce's way, saying, “it's what the people want. Let's get on with it. I trust Clark with telling the story as truthfully as the people want it to be.”

After what he saw in that lecture and finally meeting Vivian that was beyond the papers and the spotlight of the paparazzi because she was dating Bruce Wayne, Clark promised to do the best he could. So, he went to work, starting with Vivian's background, then her work, and how she met Bruce. His question was really just a fluff piece for people to get a glimpse of the life of a woman dating a billionaire, as Perry told him to. 

But that wasn't what Bruce and Vivian saw when the copy of the Daily Planet came to their door, brought by Alfred.

The article that Clark wrote did mention Vivian's relationship with Bruce but it focused on women in her field and how she is now a rising name in the male-dominated workplace, which was what he saw in her lecture. 

“Vivian Pryor is inspiring young women to take the field as more and more female students are applying for symbology and iconography majors in universities. Beyond that, she has been passionately supporting the Wayne Foundation to bring education for all children in Gotham and is helping in improving and setting up schools in the city… proving that it doesn't take a mask or superpowers to be a hero…” Dick finished reading aloud the last paragraph. “Congratulations, Viv!”

Vivian turned to Bruce and said to him, “How about we take a trip to the Planet so I can thank Clark for this? Maybe set a date with Lois too?”

“No need, he's already in the back garden,” Bruce got up as his phone got a notification of the new arrival.

Coming to the back, Vivian saw Clark landing on the green grass with Lois Lane just coming down from his arms.

“We came as soon as we heard,” said Clark, grinning.

Lois went to Vivian first and greeted her with a firm shake. “Clark went all out in this one, he even battled Perry to divert it from a fluff piece on lifestyle to the business section. Hi, I'm Lois. Lois Lane.”

“Vivian Pryor – and thank you so much! It's so nice to finally meet you! I've read your works and the one that won the Pulitzer!”

Before Vivian can go to Clark and thank him for the wonderful piece he wrote, Lois was already dragging her inside the manor to talk as they were the “only two people who would get what it feels like to date someone who wears their underwear outside”. 

Bruce went to Clark and invited him inside the manor as well, as they entered the home where they saw Vivian and Lois happily chatting away, Alfred serving drinks, and Dick sneaking to get an extra cookie, he turned to Clark and said, “thank you. This article means a lot to us both. For the past few weeks Vivian's been hunted by the media and it's been bothering her for a while now.”

“No problem, Bruce. Besides, I never really liked writing those kinds of things. It was nice seeing her work… and that's why you brought me to her lecture, didn't you?”

“I'm sure you would have written something even without the lecture,” Bruce smirked.

~*~

Vivian didn't meet the Flash nor Green Lantern in their civilian identity. It was one of those days where Batman had an early start in the morning, rather was running over time as the caped crusader. Vivian woke up with Bruce missing in their bed, which disappointed her, but she did get a call from him while he was in a chase with some criminals across Gotham. Though she appreciated the thought, Vivian told him to focus on the road before he crashes and she and Alfred had to make up another story on how Bruce Wayne got into an accident.

On her drive to work, just right after she dropped off Dick at school, the chase that Batman was in led to the road Vivian was driving at. And it wasn't just any car chase.

“Shit!” Vivian saw the large truck ramming through the traffic, and before she could even get out of the car, Vivian found herself standing on the pavement with her personal items with her, and a really, really bad headache.

“Sorry ‘bout that!” Flash said and handed her a cup of coffee from a nearby shop. “Just like how Batman said you liked it, and –” in a blink of an eye he had a takeout in hand “-- forgot the pastry.”

“Thanks, Barry,” Vivian said, still shocked with all of this. “And what about the big ass… oh, Hal's here.”

The Green Lantern has arrived and had the truck in mid-air with his materialized crane. Batman parked his motorcycle by the pavement where Vivian and Flash were and was glaring at the sight of Hal. 

“I guess he came uninvited?” Vivian said. While Batman welcomes help, only when he asks, but isn't too happy when someone comes into his city uninvited. 

“You're welcome, Spooky!” Hal called out.

Flash chuckled and shrugged. “Gotta go!”

“Thanks, Flash,” Batman told the speedster, but the Flash was gone but Vivian guessed he heard it in his comms. Batman then turned to her and asked, “are you alright?”

“I am. And thanks for the…” she raised the cup of coffee and the pastry. “But I am sorry about the car, though.” She whispered as she saw the car they bought for her daily commute to work now crushed after the truck ran over it earlier. Thank god she didn't leave anything in that car and had everything in her bag, ready to tuck and roll.

“It's just a car. What matters is you're safe.”

“Yeah, see you around, I guess. Thanks for saving the day again, Batman.”

It was awkward not to kiss him goodbye or anything.

Later that day, on campus, Bruce visited her to see how she was, acting as if he wasn't there to see her after the Flash saved her ass from getting crushed by a truck. He came with a take out from her favorite restaurant and keys for a car. It was his silver Audi, one of the few cars that were not too flashy in his collection. 

“We can head out to look for a new car for you,” said Bruce as he showed her the car in the parking lot which got a couple of students and staff do a double take at the sight of the fancy car. “Or you can just use this.”

“And have this crushed in Gotham's traffic?” Vivian raised a brow at him. “I'd rather not.”

Bruce sighed, “I guess we're going to the showrooms later.”

“How about a second hand car?”

“Vivian.”

“Bruce.”

They held their strong and stubborn gaze. Until Vivian sighed and said, “I’m paying for the new car, you already gave your share the first time.”

“Because I want to.”

Vivian unlocked the car and opened the back door for him to enter. When he got in, Vivian followed and started the engine with the key's remote engine feature. There, hidden in the heavy tint, Vivian reached for him and kissed him deeply. Bruce was about to pull her to his lap but with how cramped the car was he couldn't and he sighed.

“Yeah, I guess your car had more leg room,” Bruce commented.

Vivian laughed and brought him another kiss. “Thanks for bringing this over. But how are you going back to work? And did you even get to sleep before coming here?”

“I took a nap. And don’t worry, Alfred's coming to pick me up. I'll be staying at home today. He forbade me from working today and only allowed me to head out to bring you the car.”

“Good. I'll see you later.”

“Also,” Bruce sighed again and took out his phone and read the message. “Barry said that – and I quote – should totally have a double date or a triple date with Superman. P.S. Hal says your girlfriend's hot.” He hummed in displeasure when he read the last part.

“That's your call, now go home.”

“Alfred's not here yet, and it will take a while before he arrives.”

“Bruce, we're on campus.”

“I'll try not to shake the car too much –”

PING!

Another message, and it was from Hal. Bruce read it aloud, “Hal's wondering if you have a sister and it could be a double-double date.” He scoffed. “Yeah, Olivia would give him the time of day. I'd like to see her scare him off with the training she's got in the army.”

~*~

Vivian met Victor Stone before he became Cyborg. She remembered Victor as one of the students that Gotham University wanted to offer an athlete scholarship as the young man showed potential in American Football. She would usually hear Victor Stone's name whenever there's a game and the professors in the breakroom would surround Justin's laptop that played the life feed of the match. Though she didn't know much about American Football, she knew that Victor Stone had a chance to go pro with all the praises given from the announcers and from the professors in the room hoping Gotham University gives a good offer to the young athlete.

Because of his popularity, Gotham University invited him for a tour in the campus even before college application season started. Victor Stone was huge, that was the first thing she thought when she saw the boy, and really nice because she tripped on her own heels while walking – it broke in the middle of the day – the boy left the tour he was getting just to help her out. It was embarrassing when he carried her to the nurse's clinic because of the sprain.

When she met him again as the Leaguer Cyborg, Vivian was shocked to see how he was now. What shocked her even more was when he remembered her. 

“You're Professor Vivian Pryor from GU, not sure if you remember but I carried you to the nurse's office to get checked after you tripped and sprained your ankle,” said Cyborg. “I guess this is the last thing you expected from me, huh?”

“I'm surprised but I’m glad that you're here,” Vivian shook his robotic hand. “It means Batman has someone watching his back. You're a good kid, Victor, and I still get embarrassed whenever the others would bring up the time a touring student had to carry me to the nurse's office.”

“All good, Professor. No longer wearing heels?”

“I still do, but I switch them out in the middle of the day now.”

She remained good friends with Victor Stone since then and, though unfair, depended on him for Batman's safety and return.

~*~

Vivian met J'onn a couple of times. The Martian was a man of few words and whenever the would meet it would be brief as he had duties in the Tower. But there was a time when she encountered his mind reading abilities when he suddenly told her, “Unfortunately, Professor Pryor, Martians are not accustomed to heat nor are we war-crazed beings, just like how our planet was named after the Roman god of war, Mars.”

“So, you can read minds, at least the movies got that right. But noted on the other bits,” Vivian said. “And because of that, I'll be reading about blocking mind readers again. Excuse me.”

~*~

Zatanna joined the Justice League much later and when the League was already an established organization. She brought magic into their arsenal. But Vivian met Zatanna even before she was a Leaguer too. It was during one of her shows in Gotham, Bruce took her to one of the shows and they got access to the back where she got to meet Zatanna and learn more about Bruce's training under her father, and something new about him too.

“You guys dated?” Vivian said.

“You never told her?” Zatanna raised a brow at Bruce.

“It was brief,” Bruce told her.

Vivian raised a brow at him. “I told you about John, Bruce.”

“John. Not John Constantine?” Zatanna asked her.

“The one and fucking only,” Vivian said. “You?”

“Based on that reaction, things didn't go so well then. And yeah, I did.”

And based on that Vivian could see that Zatanna still had feelings for John Constantine. 

“Is he still a total asshole?” Vivian asked.

Zatanna groaned and said, “so much! You have no idea!” Zatanna waved her hand and got them some seats and a couple of drinks. Leaving Bruce to stand at the corner while they chatted. “He's so – I could kill him.”

“Fall in line.”

“What did he do to get you to want to kill him?” Zatanna smirked.

“He tried to trap a demon into my body and kill it easily with the Spear of Destiny.”

“Fucking asshole.”

“You got no idea,” Vivian clinked glasses with her and took a drank the wine. “This is really weird, I know that we just dated each other's exes but I'm starting to like you.”

“Same here. And don't worry about Bruce and me, it was just – as he said – brief. He's more of a really good friend now. Does he still have the tendency to brood and smolder?”

“Brood and smolder?”

“Yeah, back then he would have this look and just –” Zatanna mimicked Bruce's face which had them laughing. “-- he's so dramatic.”

“Now that you mentioned it, yeah, he still does. And John, what's his latest?”

“The last he's gotten himself into some shit with a demon or a witch. Nothing new. Same old John, I guess.”

“Same old John fucking Constantine.”

Bruce stood there for a while as the two women spoke like old friends and not someone who just met moments ago. He had to excuse himself to get a drink but was stuck there when they started asking him questions that were too awkward to answer. Especially when it was his ex and his current girlfriend asking. But who was he to say no to an interesting invitation that involved them three, especially if it was Vivian and Zatanna who suggested it?

~*~

John Constantine is not an official member of the Justice League, but he does some jobs for them when it deals with the dark arts. The first time Vivian saw him again after so long, was at the Watchtower where Batman was reluctant to recruit her for a job to consult about the dark arts. But really, it was John who requested the appearance of Vivian Pryor – the only witch he knew who could perform the specific magic to do the job – unknowing she was already married to Bruce Wayne that time.

When Bruce brought her to the Watchtower, he didn't tell her who asked for her there, so when she saw John in the room with the other concerned Leaguers on the mission… all hell broke loose.

“Long time no see, Vee!” John sarcastically said. “I would have gotten you myself but someone put a spell to keep me from finding you – FUCK!”

Vivian punched him across the face.

Many winced as they heard the impact.

In the background, Batman turned to Robin, who was Jason at the time, and said, “You were supposed to restrain her.”

The thirteen-year-old boy turned to him with an incredulous look. “What was I supposed to do?”

“How about calming her down?”

Just as Superman or Wonder Woman was going to intervene, Vivian snapped at their direction and said, “stay out of this!” Then grabbed John by the collar of his coat and gave him a headbut. 

“When I said I never wanted to see you again Constantine, I meant ever. Hence the spell,” Vivian hissed at him.

John spat out the blood from his mouth and said, “Still angry I see.” He turned to Batman. “Where did you find her and how the bloody hell did you convince her to come here?”

“At our home. And I asked her to come with me.”

“But he didn't mention that it was for John fucking Constantine,” she glared at her husband.

“Hold on!” John shifted his gaze between her and the Batman. “You married Batman?! Are you serious right now?! What the fuck, Vivian?”

“It's none of your business!”

“You do know how to pick them, don't you, love?” John laughed. 

Batman didn't like the little pet name John used for her.

“Shut the fuck up, John.”

“Listen, love, it's done. Let's just forget about what happened that night.”

“Not that simple.”

It was time for Bruce to stop this. Placing a hand on her shoulder, Batman gave her a look that said they'll talk about this later and Vivian had to reluctantly let go of John. Letting him fall on the ground.

“Ow! She did that on purpose! Don't you have a time-out for that behavior or something?” John said.

“Stop whining,” Vivian went to Jason's side and had him under her arm. Jason lets her hold him to calm her, and while she does, he raises a middle finger at John.

“Did you see that?! Oi, Bats, your kid's –”

“Let's get to the matter at hand,” Batman pressed on. “We've called for the best magic users on earth to join us on this mission.” He showed the profiles of Zatanna, John, and Vivian on the screen and footage of their magical abilities. Zatanna with her true power, John with his dark arts, and Vivian with the golden flames and the ability to attract and repel anything in her path.

“Hold on, are you using hand symbols there?” John pointed at the video of Vivian casting the large flame from her hand while holding her ring and middle finger forward and pressed on the pad of her thumb. “What are you? A witch on training wheels?”

Vivian did a hand sign and John's cigarette was suddenly frozen in ice.

Batman sighed and only watched the exchange. Zatanna came to his side and said, “Yeah, working with our current partners who happen to be exes isn't going so well.”

“I should have told her before I brought her here. Maybe given her time to cool off,” Bruce said.

“You don't say? I don't blame her though, John has a talent to piss anyone he comes across.”

“I don't blame her either… I brought Robin to keep her calm but he's just enabling her,” Bruce muttered as he watched Jason raising the middle finger at Constantine.

[milla984]

And in the Beginning...

Summary: after spending a day at D.C.’s most renowned multifandom convention Spencer and Garcia stop for a coffee. Spoiler alert - our fave Resident Genius dumps their order on Reader.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x gn!reader (Reader is a sci-fi buff)

Category: fluff

TW/CW: swearing, mentions of food, some Star Wars-related talk

Word Count: 2k

Once again, a ginormous THANK YOU to @drgenius-reid for taking the time to beta-read the first draft (aka witnessing the horror)!

The following work is my entry for @imagining-in-the-margins' CM Meet Cute (or not) Challenge and is also part of the series Spencer Reid, my beloved

“Highlight of the day?! Jamie Hewlett signing my copy of The Cream of Tank Girl! In you face, Mr. 'Superman Can Fly'...!”

The woman carrying a Chinese paper umbrella rummaged through her purse to retrieve a wallet and pay at the coffee truck parked outside the convention center; stylish two-tone glasses matched the army green jumpsuit with a teddy bear patch on her right leg and the blue mandarin collar button-down shirt she was wearing, and her blond hair was tied up in a pair of small side buns.

The tall man beside her chuckled as he picked up two cups. “I don’t know if I should be more impressed or worried.”

“Why?! We made a deal and it’s perfect: he can have Sci-Fi-Gate, I’m keeping WashCon.”

“Sci-Fi-Gate has amazing Star Trek guests, though…”

A long and colorful scarf was wrapped around his neck and a deep red cravat necktie peeked out of the hem of a plaid design vest, combined with a single-breasted brown coat and a pair of grey pants. 

“I can't believe you would really choose the Captains of the Enterprise panel over my emotional stability,” she frowned, paying zero attention to the cosplayer in a trenchcoat with a pair of black wings attached to their back she was about to brush past.

When the feathers smacked her cheek she pulled back, the tips of her umbrella almost poking the tall guy dressed as Doctor Who in the eye; the sudden movement startled the cosplayer and a rapid swing of their dark wings created a commotion in the crowd of people waiting for their turn to order. In the confusion that followed, a random shoulder bumped into yours and pushed you out of the line and off the sidewalk, right in front of the Fourth Doctor - who was struggling to maintain his Fedora in place and watch where he was going at the same time.

Needless to say, he ended up failing at both.

“Oh my God, are you okay?” the blond woman asked. 

“I’m so sorry, SO SO SORRY—” the tall guy apologized simultaneously and she cut him off, rushing to your side.

“Are you alright? Are you hurt?”

The frantic exchange prompted your brain to whoosh into light speed mode to elaborate and discharge the ‘Ah, shit!!’ and ‘wait… is this iced macchiato?!?!’ inputs in favor of a more suitable reaction at the sight of the considerable amount of caffeine soaking your hoodie.

“... I think I’m okay.”  

“First-aid manuals suggest removing all clothes or jewelry near the affected area within moments after the spillage of a hot liquid,” the tall guy said, and the woman gasped in shock. 

“Please tell me you didn’t get burned! Once I got this non-fat steamed white chocolate vani—”

“I’m fine,” you growled a bit. 

Someone behind you was snickering and, despite the relief of not having sustained serious injuries, the attention was already making you feel uncomfortable.

“Scalds are caused by sources of humid heat and certain types of fibers retain the water, which can be responsible for additional damage to the skin,” the tall guy explained again, speaking faster than anyone you had ever heard.

You tucked your shirt in your jeans and raised an eyebrow in his direction. “Let me guess: you’re a doctor.” 

“Well… uhm, yes, this is my…” he faltered, unable to tell if you were referencing his costume as a pun or not. “I am, actually.”

“Not that kind of doctor,” the woman added.

She sighed as soon as she realized you were standing there speechless, drenched in coffee, your gaze wandering back and forth between them. “I’m so sorry…”

“They should be more careful with the lids. I think I got lucky,” you muttered through gritted teeth as you pulled the zip down.

Thanks to the decision to splurge some money on yourself, earlier on, you had something to replace your soiled hoodie with. The Fourth Doctor looked away and focused his attention on the cups he was still holding in his hands; before he threw them in the nearest trashcan he inspected their content, confirming he’d fortunately spilled on you a combination of 98% half-caf iced caramel macchiato and just 2% regular hot americano.

The woman was still clasping the handle of her umbrella. “Listen, we were about to check out this itsy-bitsy lovely Indian place ‘round the corner, maybe you should come with us. You know… to try and get cleaned up a little.” 

You dug into the shopping bag at your feet, taking a sealed package out to rip the plastic film wrapped around a brown sweatshirt with a stylized front print of the panoramic view of the desert, Jabba the Hutt’s palace and twin suns on Tatooine, and put it on. 

“No offense, but my parents taught me to never follow strangers.” 

“None taken,” the tall guy replied, “they were absolutely right. According to the National Missing and Unidentified Persons System, about 90,000 individuals are reported missing in the U.S. every year and the National Institute of Justice estimates that approximately 4,400 unidentified bodies are recovered annually.”  

For the second time in less than five minutes, you considered the possibility he could truly be from Gallifrey. You also wondered if he was aware of his perfect facial structure: everything about his demeanor indicated he wasn’t too skilled in the art of charming people using his sculpted jawline and lean figure. 

“... do you always quote statistics about murders and kidnappings like it’s a casual topic of conversation?”  

His eyes got even bigger, showing a hint of gold on the inside. “It was merely an observation—”

“Yeah, he… does that,” the woman came to his rescue, “and even if it sounds bad, trust me it’s- it's part of his job. Our job. Except, I don’t deal with the scary, disturbing, yucky stuff.”

Your question wasn’t meant to come out in such a sarcastic tone. “You’re cops?!”

“FBI. Tech Analyst and Behavioral Analysis Unit,” she explained, and the tall guy waved a silent greeting at you. 

Even though the chance of running into the Bureau personnel stationed in D.C., at some point, wasn’t unreasonable, ‘two FBI agents walk into a multifandom convention dressed as characters from sci-fi TV shows’ could have easily been the beginning of a bad joke. 

Plus, it was hard to picture the Fourth Doctor as a G-Man. “What’s your Ph.D. in, exactly?”

“I have a Ph.D. in Mathematics. And Chemistry, and Engineering. And I hold BAs in Psychology, Sociology and Philosophy.”

“Google him. Spencer Reid, B-A-U,” the woman suggested after a short pause, in response to your skeptical expression.

Judging by her tone she was daring you to, as if the situation wasn’t already giving off major The Twilight Zone vibes… and yet, instead of bidding them an unenthusiastic farewell, you pulled out your phone to type his name. 

A plethora of results popped on the screen seconds later, so you first clicked on the link titled BAU’s newest member. 

“With three doctorate degrees from Caltech already, and a staggering IQ of 187 as well as an eidetic memory there is no psychological exam or test the FBI could put in front of him he could not ace,” the piece said about newly-recruited Spencer Reid.

“When I ask why he chose Caltech over MIT and Stanford, he quickly runs down a list of Professors he had a desire to study with. He makes no mention of the weather or girls,” an older article reported.

You skipped through at least a dozen mentions of SSA Reid’s outstanding performances in the field, then a PDF document, property of the California Institute of Technology, caught your interest and you read the title aloud. 

“Identifying non-obvious relationship—” 

“Non-obvious relationship factors using cluster-weighted modeling and geographic regression,” he recited by heart, “that's my Engineering dissertation.”

He was too prepared on the subject and too adorably peculiar to be an impostor posing as a genius FBI agent for kicks, during the weekend; you picked his Fedora off the ground as a peace offering. 

“Seems like you’re a wunderkind, Doctor Reid.”

Spencer lowered his chin so he could mask the rush of blood to his cheeks and his friend giggled, gently linking arms with you. 

“Now, there’s something relevant we need to discuss, pronto… how do you feel about veg biryani?”

An hour and a half proved to be all the time you needed to form a solid conviction that Spencer Reid going on a spiel about the original blueprints of a fictional space station was the best thing since sliced bread.

“It’s part of the iconic imagery Lucas wanted to establish, there’s no health and safety. And don’t forget it was originally designed by the Geonosians.”

You snorted at the mention of the classic ‘designed by a flying alien species’ argument. “That’s not an excuse! Even if the Geonosians designed it, they knew it was meant to be used by humanoid creatures.”

After leaving the restaurant, where you had insisted on paying for your share - much to Garcia's dismay, you’d walked back to the convention center’s parking lot and now you were waiting by your car for Penelope to get hers. As you had recently discovered, she loved mugs, old Italian movies and playing the ukulele; Spencer wasn’t as outgoing and chatty, especially about his private life, but Star Wars was for sure one of his numerous areas of expertise.

“TIE fighters don’t have a proper defense system and the original prototype even lacked structural integrity to support atmospheric flight. The Empire doesn't care about casualties, it’s safe to think they never bothered to install a guardrail or other appropriate safety measures because to them the Death Star technicians are expendable.”

“Okay… solid theory,” you admitted, making him smile as he wiped his forehead to get rid of a lock of curly hair.

“Thank you. It’s nice to have a discussion with someone who knows about the Geonosians. Or the Death Star. It only happened twice but I’ve had people asking me what that was.”

When the convertible Cadillac with a plastic Hawaiian lei tied to the rear-view mirror stopped inches from you, Garcia - behind the steering wheel - proudly gestured at the extension of her eccentric personality.

“Meet Esther. Isn’t she fab?”

You wolf whistled your appreciation, gliding your fingertips over the leather upholstery and orange body paint. “Quick question: how much do you think I’d get if I sued two FBI agents for… damages, let’s say?!”

Penelope produced a fluffy pen out of the glove compartment and scribbled something on the back of a PetMAC receipt she handed it to you. 

“Sweet pea, if I were you I'd settle for a lifetime of free IT support.”

“I’ll take it,” you said, “I’m kind of tired of being bullied by my own laptop.”

She stared at you for a moment before her face lit up, like a girl on a trip to a four-story candy shop. “... have you ever been to Baltimore ComicCon?!” she asked out of the blue while Spencer plopped himself down on the passenger seat.

You shook your head. “Do you guys—”

“We should totally go together!!” Garcia proposed. Or rather, declared.

In all honesty, the prospect of attending another convention on your own was depressing and you’d given up on the one in Maryland for that specific reason; you turned to Spencer for his approval, too, and he nodded, maybe because he knew there was no way of stopping Garcia if she had her mind set on a specific goal.  

“Baltimore it is, then…?!”

Penelope shot you a smug grin. “Keep in touch. We still owe you a nice dinner and ComicCon’s not up until September, I’d hate to run a background check on your license plate to find you.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at the idea and saluted them goodbye as they drove off, Esther’s taillights shining bright red.

What a weird Saturday. Meeting a real life genius and the quirkiest FBI agent ever came with a price, and one of your favorite hoodies was most likely beyond salvaging. You needed to know if Spencer Reid was well worth it.

Garcia’s words then echoed in your ears, so you sat in your car and unlocked your phone, scrolling through the most recent Google searches: you had a lot of reading to do. 

@matthew-gray-gubler-lover, @thisiscalmanditsdoctorreid, @pretty-boys-book-club, @spookydrreid, @f-me-reid, @foxy-eva, @scorpiofangirl1109, @a-potato-wearing-plaid, @cynbx, @reidsbookclub, @nagemasstuff, @hotchsdharma, @reidmainbitch, @lizzylynch1, @will-grahams-eyes, @padawancat97

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[icantdrawrt]

Look me in my eyes and tell me that if these two were a straight couple they wouldn’t have kissed yet???

Batman standing there LIKE HES ALADIN?

And you’re telling me they ARENT in love??

LIKE THEYRE FINISHING EACH OTHER SENTENCES???

Your honour. They’re in LOVE

[stunning-mess]

HI

headcanons for platonic and/or romantic keefitz pleaseee? :D

OMGG yesss!!!

(platonic cause im a sokeefe shipper 🫶)

they have sleepovers on saturdays, and they prank each other alot

fitz and keefe became better friends after the great gullon incident

once when fitz went to a human city, he got some chips and pretended to say that he found it at his house and keefe ABSOLUTELY loved them

THEY HAVE MATCHING PAJAMAS

they learned baking together

keefe tried teaching fitz art but fitz gave up and they decided to play base quest again

keefe always used to win in tackle bramble but fitz always won base quest

there friendship started falling apart when sophie came

they stopped doing fun stuff after finding out after they found out lady gisela was in the neverseen

but they still talk alot

they always share everything except family problems and crushes

they stopped playing truth and dare with other people after what happened with biana 🫢

they have had popcorn movie nights where they watched a human movie, possibly superman, or any other D.C character, and fitz immediately regretted it because he'd start doing their impressions

I dont have anymore!! (sorryyy) lmkk if u guys have any more to add!!

[artphotographyofmen]

Superman by Hayden Sherman

[smww4ever]

Your Love is King 👑

[pendragon-agere]

henno!!!

currently a wip :3

My name is Ronin ! and this is my age/pet regression blog !

My little age is 0-9 !!

My pet regressions are : Bunny , Puppy , Kitty , Cow (Highland) , & Sheep/Lamb (Valais Blacknose) !!

My pronouns are : she/he !

My favorite fandoms are…

D.C. !!

Overwatch !!

Harry Potter !!

For the most part I headcannon caregivers that I wish were real :c

My imaginary caregivers:

Clark Kent/Superman

Bruce Wayne/Batman

Jason Todd/Red Hood

Cole Cassidy

Ron Weasley

…

I like to make mood boards for my own favorites and eventually if I get comfortable with that I’d love to make boards for other people!