#I NEED TO LEARN THIS GAME BATSY

[kizzer55555]

What if we change it up a little? Beings do not have a natural crime multiplier, instead, they gain it from prison breaks. So Walker’s card could look something like this. When he is on the field, he adds a list of ‘rules’. The first being something like lying about a rune, taking an artifact/object that was unequipped from an opponent while within line of sight of Walker or his goons, or possibly framed for a crime like if they land on a trap card. (Maybe even a card called ‘crime of convenience’ where if you pass by or land on this dud card within line of sight of Walker or his goons, you are framed for a crime so a hood strategy could be to place a police goon by that card or something). And then Walker can add a new rule of their choice every turn as long as it does not interfere with the game mechanics (so you can’t say stuff like if you don’t follow this rule, I win the game. Or if you don’t tap your deck, your character takes 10 damage). When you are caught not following a rule, you gain a crime counter.

Anyways, the crime counters can either make Walker stronger or force someone into jail (if Walker’s jail is on the field, which could probably be a location). Basically, the amount of crime counters you have determines what happens. Maybe Walker gets +10 to his attack and +1 will for every being with a crime counter on them (regardless of numbers). If Walker defeats someone while his jail in on the field, then instead of sticking them in a thermos, he sends them to that location. Anyone besides Walker and his goons (or a human) gets stuck in that location of they pass through it or land there, or if they transport there in a natural portal. And since the win condition is ‘capture all ghosts’ it counts even if a ghost isn’t in a thermos. So for example, if Pariah Dark hadn’t been summoned yet and is still in his coffin, or if a ghost is in ‘jail’ that counts as ‘captured’. Anyways, the ghost are now in jail but since they aren’t in a thermos, they can try to get out. To escape

There could probbaly be a few ways this could happen. Maybe there’s a jailbreak card, or they can use one of their movements and make a roll, if they get the highest roll (or just a high roll). Or maybe they and their oponent both roll and if you roll higher than your oponent (or tie?) you escape? Or maybe they could try attacking the prison? (Or a Halfa could just transform into a human and then are no longer affected and can leave the location.) I’ll decide how escape is possible later. What matters is that once a ghost escapes, they gain a crime multiplier. They all start out with a multiplier of 1. First escape gets a 2, second escape gets a 3 and so on. And the more crimes you have, the easier it is to get caught again. (And maybe Walker could get something like for every 3 crimes, he Gaines +10 attack and +1 will? Maybe not though.) But basically how it works is that of you have 1-3 crimes, Walker or his goons have to defeat your being to send them to jail (only works on ghosts though. Humans just get sent to the graveyard.). If you have 4-7 crimes, Walker doesn’t need to defeat you. He can roll, and of it’s higher than your will, you are automatically sent to jail. (and I’m debating if humans just aren’t affected or if they can still be transported to the jail, they can just leave it unlike ghosts. So a strategy could be to put traps or curses around the jail?). And if you have 8-10 crime counters, then if the attacker has a higher Will than their opponent (which is Walker the more crimes others commit) then any prison personal can just outright attack you and you are sent to jail. If their will is lower, they still need to roll higher than the oponent’s will and they do 10 extra damage if an attack lands (effective against human opponents). And if it’s 11 or more crime counters, then it starts a manhunt and all prison personal gain a free movement per turn as long as it’s in the direction of an escaped prisoner.

DP x DC: The Most Dangerous Card Game

Ok so Danny has essentially claimed earth as his. And he is fully aware that there are constant threats to the planet. Now he can’t stop a threat that originates on earth (that’s something he’ll leave to the Justice league) but he can do something about outside threats. Doing some research on ancient spells, rituals, and artifacts, he cast a world wide barrier on the planet to protect it from hostile threats so they cannot enter. This will prevent another Pariah Dark incident. However, barriers like this come at a price. You see, there are two ways to make a barrier. Either make one powered up by your own energy and power (which would be constantly draining) or set up a barrier with rules. The way magic works is that nothing can be absolutely indestructible. It must have a weakness. The most powerful barriers weren’t the ones reinforced with layer after layer of protective charms and buffed up with power. Those could eventually be destroyed either by being overpowered, wearing them down, or by cutting off the original power source. No, the most powerful barriers were the ones with a deliberate weakness. A barrier indestructible except for one spot. A cage that can only be opened from the outside. Or that can only be passed with a key or by solving a riddle. So Danny chooses this type of barrier and does the necessary ritual and pours in enough power to make it. And he adds his condition for anyone to enter. 

Now the Justice league? Find out about the barrier when Trigon attempts to attack, they were preparing after he threatened what he would do once he got to earth. How he would destroy them. The Justice league tried to take the fight to him first but were utterly destroyed, so they retreated home to tend to their injuries, and fortify earth for one. Last. Stand. Only when Trigon makes his big entrance…he’s stopped.

The Justice league watch in awe as this thin see-through barrier with beautiful green swirls and speckled white lights like stars apears blocking Trigon and his army’s advance. The barrier looks so thin and fragile yet no matter how hard the warlord hits, none of his attacks can get through and neither can he damage said barrier. That’s when Constantine and Zatanna recognizes what this barrier is. Something only a powerful entity could create. For a moment, the league is filled with hope that Trigon can’t get through yet Constantine also explains that it’s not impenetrable. And clearly Trigon knows this too for he calls out a challenge. 

And that’s when, in a flash of light, a tiny glowing teenager appears. He looked absolutly minuscule compared to Trigon and yet practically glowed with power (this isn’t a King Danny AU though).

And that is when the conditions for passing the barrier are revealed. And the Justice realize that the only thing stopping Trigon and his army from decimating earth. The only way he can get through….is by beating this glowing teenager in a card game. 

Not just any card game though. The most convoluted game Sam, Danny, and Tucker invented themselves. It’s like the infinite realms version of magic the gathering, combined with Pokémon, and chess. And Danny is the master. So sit down Trigon and let’s play.

(The most intense card game of the Justice league’s life).

After Danny wins, this happens a few more times with outer word beings and possibly even demons attempting to invade earth, yet none have been able to beat the mysterious teenager in a card game. Constantine might even take a crack at it and try to figure out how to play. He’s really bad though. Every time this happens, the Justice league worry that this might be the time the teenager looses. Yet every time, he wins (even if only barely). 

Meanwhile, Danny, Sam, and Tucker have gotten addicted to the game and play it almost daily. Some teachers might seem them playing the game are are like ‘awww how cute’ not realizing this game is literally saving the world. Jazz is just happy they aren’t spending as much time on their screens playing Doomed.

[fictionkinfessions]

I think I can finally let people in on the joke, but I knew Bruce Wayne was Batman not too long after we kept having altercations, but it was pathetic, especially knowing the secret about the Waynes that HE himself didn't even know. Spoiler, Bruce-y, but you're NOT a Wayne. Neither were your parents! Isn't that HYSTERICAL?? Your ancestors KILLED the Waynes, stole their identities, fortune, and everything. So the poor little orphan was even more of an orphan than he himself even knew, and couldn't help but dragging others along for the ride. The worst part? Alfred knew. And now, that just makes the irony sad. He saw you as his son, and yet lied to you about everything, because he believed that you couldn't handle the truth. Never could. You're more of a joke than I ever was. That's why you never could rattle me. Look this up if you don't believe me or know about it, and don't say I didn't warn you. I just hope someone finds this as funny as I do. The robins had every right to turn their backs until you had your head straight, the damn commissioner too. They all NEVER thought to look into the release fund for all of Batsy's little endeavors and never once noticed it was always paid off by Wayne Corp. Businesses. You were sloppy, or didn't expect anyone to care. True that the government stepping in would have made things trickier, for you and a lot of folks, but at least it wouldn't be SOLEY going into the reparations from a loose canon vigilante with technology he never shared with the cops and should have. They could have improved the city, you just kept it where it was and it slowly got worse while you hid up in your fake and stolen ivory tower so you could feel good after punching people and collecting orphans. No one cared to look into it, for a long time, but I did. That money should have been for the poor you never liberated, instead you continued your sick game until MORE people died and you had to put back on your big boy pants and take off the costume from a hurt little boy who never was ever held responsible for anything but his own shame in the mirror. Grow up Bats, learn the truth, and maybe you'll lighten up. We all know you need it. Gotham never needed more darkness, but you still forced them to have the dark night with nothing but secrets and revenge on the mind. You're a hypocrite and you know it, that's why you hate me so much. We're so much alike, but I'm free to live in my own conscious, instead of being a prisoner to it, unlike a certain nepo baby.

- unfortunately the joker and jack

x

[ragingbookdragon]

My Brother's Best Friend Is The One For Me

Wally West x Batsis!Reader One-Shot

Word Count: 3.6K Warnings: Explicit Language

Author's Note: Got to rereading my Batsis fics and came across the "What A Flashy Romance" and wanted to do another one with Wally because I love him. Enjoy! -Thorne

Being the middle child and also the only girl in the Batfamily meant two things:

1. She had four brothers that treated her like a porcelain doll, despite the fact that she could throw a punch at 336 PSI.

And

2. She followed an unspoken rule that Dick and Jason’s friends were off limits when it came to dating.

In all, neither of those things were major problems. She’d learned at a young age how to avoid Dick and Jason’s overbearing-protective-brother-modes, and Tim and Damian were younger, so she didn’t have to worry about them. The second one was also avoidable—most of her older brothers’ friends were the same, and she wasn’t around most of them to develop any feelings.

Well, there was Wally, but it was just a crush. A stupid, little school-girl crush—that she’d never really grown out of—that didn’t matter in the slightest. Except whenever Dick brought him over to the house and she had to pretend that sitting next to him didn’t make her heart race like she’d run a mile.

And the most annoying thing about the whole crush is that she couldn’t tell if Wally was ever interested in her or not. Most of Dick’s friends, Garth, Kyle, Roy, they treated her like a little sister—hell, they even said “Love you lil sis!” to her regularly. And yet, Wally didn’t. Now, there was the occasional head pat, but even that was an affectionate gesture that siblings and SO’s did all the time. It was infuriating, and so was Wally—but she was going to sort it all out the next time he came over because the worst thing he could say was “No”, and either she needed to hear that…or “Yes”.

***

Normal Sundays for the Wayne household usually meant Ultimate Waffle Breakfast and sitting on your ass all day until patrol—it was the one day of the week where they could do anything and nothing and didn’t have to stick to schedules. Everyone loved Sundays, especially (Y/N), because it meant that all of her family was home, even Jason (who tried to deny that he enjoyed coming home to hang out, but if that mile long grin was any help, he was lying). And while everyone was home, that usually meant that everybody’s friends were coming over too.

***

She swiped the syrup out of Jason’s hand when he swung it back around, grinning at him when he glared at her.

“I was gonna use that, (Y/N),” he griped, and she shrugged, uncapping the bottle.

She tipped it over and watched the syrup lazily pour out of the container onto her waffles.

“You were taking too long.” Her eyes twinkled with humor. “I guess you were as…slow as molasses.”

While most of the table groaned at her terrible joke, Dick snorted into his milk, causing it to splatter on his plate and across the table.

“Nice one,” he coughed, wiping his face and the dark oak surface.

(Y/N) bowed dramatically. “Well, I did learn from the best.” When Dick’s face lit up, she turned to Alfred and smiled. “Alfie, thank you for teaching me your ways.”

The old butler merely tipped his head, a hidden smile crossing his lips at the way the eldest son’s jaw went slack. She turned her attention to Bruce who was quietly chewing, eyes following along the research paper she’d asked him to check out.

“Dad, what’s on your agenda for today?”

He swallowed and flicked a line out with a red pen, etching his own comment in the margin. “Lucius has a few ideas about some new gadgets he wanted to run by me.” Another line went out. “I’ll call him after breakfast.” Bruce looked at her. “You?”

(Y/N) nodded at the paper in his hands, then slapped Jason’s who was reaching over to take a piece of bacon from her plate. “Waiting for you to finish tearing me a new one so I can redo the paper.” She cut into the waffle with the side of her fork. “Once I salvage what little scientific dignity you’ve left me with, I’ll probably laze around.”

“You mean what you do normally?” Bruce quipped, grinning when she glowered at him; his eyes went back to her paper. “You’re doing well so far.”

She huffed. “Tell that to every red line you’ve marked out in that paragraph.”

He flashed the paper. “I’m writing in the margins how to change it. This isn’t a dissertation, sweetheart. You’re allowed to make mistakes. We all do.”

(Y/N) grumbled as her cheeks warmed and she went back to her plate as the conversation flowed around her.

Most of it was the discussion of what everyone was planning on doing, Damian was going to play video games, Tim was going to join him (which she knew was going to be fun while the moment lasted until the petty sibling rivalry got in the way and their gaming dwindled into a physical fight that she and probably Dick were going to have to break up), Jason was going to use the workbench in the cave to upgrade some gear, and Dick apparently,

“Wally and Garth are gonna come over later and hang out.”

She paused, mid-stab of her fork and looked at up. “Wally’s coming over?”

He nodded. “And Garth. We were gonna go to the mall and get some new clothes.”

Jason snorted, laying an arm over the backs of Tim and (Y/N)’s chairs. “Spending money with daddy’s credit card, Dickie?”

Dick smirked. “Just like you.” Jason merely matched his grin, and while the entire table was cracking up at Bruce’s frown, (Y/N) was silent, heart beating faster at the thought of seeing Wally.

“(Y/N)?” She startled and looked up at Dick.

“Huh?”

“I asked if you were okay. You got quiet all of the sudden.”

She smiled and shook her head. “Yeah, just thought about all of the corrections I’m gonna have to do because somebody CAN’T STOP MARKING OUT MY PARAGRAPHS.” Bruce merely smiled and knocked out another line.

It was a lie. It was the biggest lie she’d told right next to the one she told when Bruce had asked her where she was on prom night her senior year a few years ago—she was totally not saving a different sector of the universe with Kyle Rayner, she was dancing with Sam Reilly all night—she strongly believed her dad knew the truth—Batman knew everything.

Bruce handed the paper back to her and she groaned as she scanned the red lines on every page. It was going to take her hours to go over this.

Jason leaned over and read the title, “Cellular Division and Mutation Under Extreme Elemental Circumstances…a composition by (Y/N) Wayne.” He cocked a dark brow. “Go big or go home, huh, baby girl?”

(Y/N) hummed. “Doctor Halberd wanted us to pick challenging topics for the research paper this term.” A crooked smile crossed her lips. “I’m nothing if not ambitious about proving I’m smarter than everyone else.”

“You need another source,” Bruce murmured, sipping the steaming black coffee. “One-fourteen is good, but I’d go for one-fifteen.”

She groaned and dropped her head. “Are you kidding me? I had enough trouble gathering that many.”

“Why don’t you use Barry?” Tim piped up, mouth full of whip cream and strawberries.

“Master Timothy, we do not talk with our mouth full,” Alfred admonished, and Tim blushed.

(Y/N)’s head shot up and she stared at her brother. “That’s actually a good idea. Speedsters would make for perfect references about cellular division.” An idea popped into her head and she glanced at Dick. “And since Wally is com—”

“Nope,” Dick interrupted, pointing at her. “Wally is coming over to hang out, not to be poked and prodded to finish a paper.”

She let out a whine and turned to Bruce. “Dad, tell Dick to let me at least talk to Wally about it.”

Bruce turned his attention onto Dick. “Let your sister talk to Wally about her paper.”

“Oh, come on,” he complained and (Y/N) stood from her seat, hurrying around the table to stand behind Dick’s seat.

She draped herself over his shoulders, tucking her chin in the crook of his neck. “I promise I won’t be annoying if you let me come with you. I’ll ask two questions every thirty minutes and I’ll go do shopping on my own, so I won’t be in the way.” (Y/N) craned her neck and pulled the most pitiful puppy eyes she could. “Please?”

Dick’s eyes darted to her face and then he looked away. Just one more push.

“Please frate?” she begged and when his eyes went wide from the usage of his native tongue, she knew she’d won him over.

He deflated and let out a sigh. “Fine,” he grumbled. “You can come with us.”

(Y/N) squealed and pressed a kiss to his cheekbone, as she grabbed the paper and hurried towards the door. She halted and spun around, looking at her father.

“What do I need to be most specific about?”

“Division under elemental circumstances.”

She glowered at him. “No shit Sherlock. Specifics.”

“Molecular division under terrestrial gamma-ray flashes.”

“That’ll work,” (Y/N) nodded and exited to room.

Jason looked out the door then back to his brothers. “She’s way to excited about science sometimes.” They merely laughed.

***

She raised the red lace, cold shoulder V-neck shirt to her chest before frowning, and switching it with the full lace blue shirt with mini golden lightning bolt charms hanging off the trim. After a moment, she pulled the blue one down and sighed.

“You know, if you want to impress him, I’d wear the red shirt.”

She jumped and barely managed to suppress the scream that was coming up in her throat as she swiveled around to face her door. Jason stood in the doorway, a knowing look on his face. She could play this one of two ways: she could be truthful, or she could lie—she chose the latter.

“What do you mean?” He snorted and walked into her room, taking a seat at her desk.

“I mean if you’re trying to impress Wally, wear the shirt that’s the color of his suit, (Y/N).” She looked away and into the mirror, but she couldn’t escape the eyes boring into her back.

“Is it that obvious?” she asked quietly, and he laughed.

“That you’re head over heels for Dick’s best friend? Oh yeah. Totally.”

She sighed and sat on her bed, pulling the red top over her torso. “It’s just a crush.”

“Seems like more than a crush to me, baby girl.”

(Y/N) pulled the fabric down and looked at him. “Are you gonna tell Dick?”

Jason scoffed. “Do I look like a narc to you?”

She cocked a brow and deadpanned, “Just the other night you told dad that Damian lifted Two-Face’s wallet when he was being put in a cruiser.”

“Well, that wasn’t something important,” he countered and nodded at her. “This is.” He paused and shrugged. “Nah, I’m not gonna tell Dickhead. Play this out however you see fit, baby girl.”

(Y/N) stared at him for a moment then averted her gaze and let out a sigh; Jason huffed.

“That sounds like a heavy sigh, (Y/N). What’s wrong?”

She shrugged. “I don’t even know if Wally would be interested in me. He’s him and I’m me.”

Jason stood and walked over, kneeling in front of her. “Hey, what’s that supposed to mean?”

(Y/N) met his eyes. “Anytime he’s had a girlfriend she’s always been super strong or really outspoken.”

“And you’re not?” he quipped, causing her to huff.

“You know what I mean, Jay.”

He nodded. “Okay, so you’re not an Amazon or shoving your head up someone’s ass for a story. But you’re you.”

“And that means?”

“You’re the only daughter of the World’s Greatest Detective who’s a wicked smart science major by day and a badass vigilante by night.” He cupped her cheeks. “You are intelligent, warmhearted, talented, and absolutely beautiful.” Jason smushed her cheeks together and grinned as she giggled. “And if Wally doesn’t see any of what I just said, then he’s a damn fool and not worth your time. You hear me, baby girl?”

She nodded. “I hear you.”

Jason gave her a firm nod and let go, standing to his feet. “Now come on let’s go do your makeup.”

(Y/N) blinked. “You can do makeup?”

“Baby girl, I can do a lot of things. Now hurry up. That razor sharp eye liner and golden eyeshadow isn’t going to do itself.”

***

She waited beside Dick with a pleasant smile on her face, and despite the fluttering heartbeat in her chest, Jason’s pep talk kept running through her head and with every passing moment, she felt her confidence rising. He was right, if she told Wally and he didn’t feel the same, then it was his loss and her gain to move on and find someone else.

A black sedan pulled up at the manor and the passenger window rolled down, revealing Wally at the wheel and Garth in the passenger’s seat. Dick waved at them.

“Hey guys,” he greeted. “How was the drive over?”

“Oh, you know, we saw three carjacking’s and one armed robbery,” Garth quipped. “I assume that’s normal for Gotham though.”

“It’s a bit below average actually,” (Y/N) piped up. “Hi Garth. Hi Wally.”

Wally smiled and Garth waved in return as the two siblings started getting in the car.

“You’re coming with us, (Y/N)?” Wally questioned and she nodded.

“Do you want me to lie to you or give you the truth?”

He chuckled. “I’m always open for a good story.”

“I wanted to buy out Victoria’s Secret and piss off any boyfriends who are in hot water with their girlfriends.” The guys laughed and she admitted, “Truth though, I need one last source for a research paper.”

“Gonna find that source shopping?” Garth asked and (Y/N) caught Wally’s eyes in the rear-view mirror.

“Actually, my last source is Wally.”

They fell silent and looked at her, though the speedster’s focus was on the road.

“What are you gonna source Wally on?” The Atlantean inquired.

“My paper is over cellular mutation under distress from elemental conditions.” She smiled at Wally. “Our speedster here, is a walking subject perfect for the paper. I can only hope that he agrees to be a willing participant.”

Wally chuckled. “I’d be willing to part with a few secrets for you. Of course, I’d have to—”

“Remain anonymous.” (Y/N) winked. “I’m sure my professor would be okay with me citing ‘The Flash’ so long as I had a picture with him to back it up.”

“I like pictures,” he murmured, pulling into the parking lot.

“That’s good to know,” she replied and when he put the car in park, she took her purse and added, “So I’ll leave you boys to do your shopping and Wally, I’ll text you any questions I have.”

“You’re not gonna hang around?” Garth asked and she shook her head.

“Nah, I don’t wanna be the annoying little sister who follows her older brother and his friends around.” She smiled at them. “Besides, Dick was kind enough to let me come along. Least I can do is stay out of your way.”

(Y/N) opened the door and waved at them. “Text me when you’re ready to leave and I’ll meet you back here.”

***

Despite the initial joke that she was going to buy out the lingerie store, there was actually some truth in the statement, and she drew her fingers over one of the lace baby dolls as she looked at her phone, grinning like a dope at Wally’s response.

Well, I wouldn’t say I’d grow a second skin from how fast my cells regenerate, but I can make my body heal instantaneously. -W

Can you regenerate limbs or major organs? –(Y/I)

Major organs or useful ones? -W

(Y/N) paused at his response and thought for a moment. It was risky. Sending the text, she was thinking about was risky, but it’d sure get her point across that she was into him. With her heart hammering in her chest, she pushed send and stuck her phone in her pocket.

Whichever ones are useful to you, Wally? ;) –(Y/N)

Her phone didn’t buzz for a good minute, and Wally took less than a second to reply, so he was doing one of two things: A.) Telling Dick that his younger sister sent a flirty text, or B.) Trying to figure out how to let her down easy. (Y/N) didn’t know which one was worse. Her hip buzzed and she inhaled shakily, pulling her phone out of her pocket with one eye cracked open to see how screwed she was.

Do you have a useful one in mind, beautiful? -W

She had to clamp a hand over her mouth to keep from letting out the biggest gasp any human had ever made, and she nervously looked around her to make sure no one else was staring at her. She grinned as she replied to him.

Oh, I could think of one…or two or three…Why? Is there gonna be a pop quiz over this later? I’ll have you know I’m an excellent test taker. –(Y/N)

Is that so? Well, what happens if you were to fail this particular pop quiz, (Y/N)? -W

I guess you’d have to stay the night for a study session and help me make a better grade ;) –(Y/I)

As she waited for another response, someone’s hand touched the small of her back and she reacted, immediately stepping away from the offending touch to spin on them. Her eyes went wide when she saw Wally standing before her, a grin on his face, phone in his hand.

“I think an overnight study session is possible, (Y/N).”

Her mouth opened and closed repeatedly, like a fish until she finally got her brain to work and asked, “I thought you were shopping with Dick and Garth?”

He shrugged. “Told Dick you asked me an advanced question that’d be easier to answer in person than over text.” He wiggled his brows. “You know, advanced equations and scientific gibberish.”

(Y/N) huffed a laugh and turned back around, trying to ignore the heat in her cheeks as she picked up one of the teddies. And when she realized what it looked like, she only felt more flustered. Crimson with baby blue trimming and was practically a shoelace.

“Well, that’sa hint if there ever was one,” Wally quipped, and she pulled the lingerie out of his line of sight.

“It was just the first one I grabbed!” she exclaimed, snapping her mouth shut when people looked over at them. Her cheeks felt like they were wildfires, and she pressed her head against the cool metal of the rack, sighing with what little relief it provided.

“You know, (Y/N),” he started softly. “If you’re not comfortable, this doesn’t have to go anywhere. I can forget this ever happened if you want me to.” (Y/N) opened her eyes and peered at him, at the concern but also the kindness in his gaze.

“I just—” she murmured and trailed off before letting out a sigh. “It’s kinda complicated.”

“Okay,” Wally nodded. “My mouth might work faster than my brain sometimes but lay it on me.”

She cracked a smile and thought back on Jason’s words. If Wally doesn’t see any of what I just said, then he’s a damn fool and not worth your time.

(Y/N) took a deep breath and looked at him, admitting, “Wally, I have…feelings for you.” His eyes widened and though she felt the sting of embarrassment, she pushed out her words. “It’s stupid, like one of those dumb childhood crushes that just sticks with you, you know?”

She averted her gaze and looked at her peep toe heels. “I just don’t wanna screw anything up because even if you don’t feel anything like I do, I don’t wanna lose you as a friend. Because I do value your friendship.” She sighed. “And Dick. I don’t wanna make you uncomfortable about coming over to see him if there’s a chance you’ll have to see me too. I just—”

“Woah, woah, woah,” Wally interrupted gently, a smile growing on his face. “You’re thinking way big here, (Y/N). Bigger than you need to right now.”

She met his eyes. “Right now?” she repeated, and he reached out, taking her hand in his. His fingers felt tingly against her palm and he smiled.

“I like you, (Y/N).”

She blinked at him, practically dumbfounded. “You…you do?”

Wally nodded and confessed, “Have for a couple years, but I didn’t wanna make a move not knowing if you were interested.” His cheeks tinged pink, and he said, “But I’m glad you are. Like super glad.” (Y/N) giggled, suddenly feeling really foolish for all her worry and Wally let out a chuckle too.

She stared at him for a moment, relishing the coolness of his skin before pulling away, toying with the teddy in her other hand.

“So, about tonight…you staying over?”

Wally let out a groan and looked between her and the lingerie. “Probably, but I don’t know if I’ll be able to get away long enough to spend some time alone with you.”

(Y/N) let out a ‘pfft’ and winked. “I’m sure you’ll figure it out, Flash. You are the fastest man alive.”

“You’re into quickies? Good to know,” he grinned.

“Shut up,” she giggled.

[the-last-laugh]

"We've been playing this game for a while now, Son." The Joker spoke with a heavy heart. "And I just have to say, I'm impressed."

"All that pain." He patted Jason's cracked and broken skin with a heavy handed show of false affection. "You could have avoided it all..."

With a quick, sporadic movement, he began to pace around the boy strapped to the chair. "So I asked myself. I said - 'J. You should throw the kid a bone. Give him a little break.' But of course, our little game has rules." And his face split into a toothy grin, he braced his hands on Jason's shoulders and squeezed. "So I had to think outside the box a little."

"It took me a while to find him, I'll admit." The Joker stands, dusting his stained suit off lightly, and reaches into his suit jacket pocket, pulling out a polaroid of a man, dishevelled and gagged, squinting from the flash. He dangles it infront of the boy's face, too close at first for him to see properly. "Recognise him? It's been a while. He's still selling drugs to single mothers down on their luck... Seemingly, he didn't learn anything." He muses on, letting Jason catch up to his point.

"No innocent civilian this time, Jason dear. Crane needs a test subject for his latest batch, and it'll be you, or him. Nice and easy. Whaddya say?" The boy had been growing quieter for weeks, the abuse taking its toll. This. This was it.

Joker moves in closer, crouching down on one knee, eyes gleaming as he asks the question. "What does Batsy call that ridiculous car of his? Hm?"

The clap jerked Jason awake, but the movement had him gasping in pain. He had no idea how long he'd been strapped down like this, but there wasn't a part of him that wasn't hurting him. Pulling at him. Burning him...

Jason's eyes darted briefly to his hand, the skin still raw and seeping after Sionis' visit, his fingers painfully contracted against the arm rests.

Jason clenched his eyes shut, his breathing shallow, as he forced himself to listen to the ramblings of the mad clown pacing in front of him. But when the clown leaned in close, Jason froze. He felt long fingers against his cheek, soft. Almost caring.

It sickened him.

Jason pointedly kept his mouth shut, waiting for the question, for the punchline. Waiting for the stakes to reveal themselves.

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A sweet life

Fandom: DC Pairing: Baby!Batsis x Batfamily Word count: 1.2k Summary: A little excerpt of a day of baby!batsis lifes and all the sweetness Requested by a sweet, fluffy Anon: Are they requests open if so can u write a batfam x baby!batsis reader like something fluff you decide

Our story begins on a nice, sunny morning in Gotham city - a morning that had a rare feeling of peace and calm to it - and in the bedroom of local billionaire and vigilante Bruce Wayne in Wayne Manor. Only a few of the golden sunrays found their ways through the almost closed blinds and landed on the man himself, laying on his back on the mattress with one arm stretched out beside him and the other protective wrapped around the little bundle that was laying on his chest - snoring ever so quietly. Y/N Wayne, newest and youngest addition to the family, would usually be found here in the mornings, even if the evening before she was brought to bed in her own room only a few doors away by one of her family members. It was a lovable, if maybe sometimes a bit frustrating for Alfred, trait that Bruce could not help himself but take the sleeping Y/N to his room when he came home from patrol and saw her lying there in her crib. He just wanted to feel her warmth, know that she was safe and protected at his side, that he would be there to keep her away from all the darkness and the horrors he experienced everyday in this cruel world. It was rather fortunate that over all the years of training and fighting Bruce has build up a habit of staying completely still in his sleep and it seemed that Y/N had somehow inherited that, because she too was always completely still - except for the occasional wiggle - on his chest - both things that helped calm Alfred down slightly every time he thought about what would happen if Bruce turned unluckily in his sleep and she’d be crushed or thrown off the bed (not that that had or would ever happen). But, no matter how often he advocated that she had to learn to sleep alone sooner rather than later, Alfred couldn’t find it in him to actually tell Bruce to let her be in her own bed, so the routine stayed steady and Y/n always woke up on her fathers chest. Or rather that she was woken up. Because, just like Bruce who came to her at night to make sure if she was okay - only to take her with him - Alfred, who was unsurprisingly always awake first, no matter what was going on, quietly made his way into the room to make sure Y/N had survived this night as well. And, as if she could sense him coming him, Y/N’s cute half-squeal-half-yawn made him aware of her now awake state so - seeing as Bruce needed all the sleep he could get and he wanted some time with his granddaughter as well - Alfred did the same he did almost every morning and pulled Y/N out of Bruce’s embrace, exchanging her with a pillow so that Bruce wouldn’t wake up, and went with her to her own room while she was slowly waking up completely. When they had arrived in the room Y/N was completely awake and squealing in happiness at Alfred’s funny faces he pulled to entertain her a little bit. “How about we’ll get you ready and get you some breakfast after, does that sound good?” The only answer Alfred got, and needed, was your happy giggle as she clapped her chubby, little hands together. As always, Y/N (who was used to that interaction by now) tried to help as much as she could as Alfred changed her diapers and put her in a cute onesie with a bee-pattern, before picking her up and carrying her through the manner. In the kitchen he fed her, letting himself be a little more playful as he played the airplane-game with her spoon, delighted by the little giggles and the gigantic smile on her face. After that Alfred went to clean the small amount of dishes he had used to prepare Y/N’s food, thinking about what to do after, only to turn around and find her chair empty and the sound of steps that definitely belonged to a certain little demon. Sighing, Alfred shook his head but decided to let Damian have that win and get on with his daily tasks, knowing that her brother would take good care of Y/N. Damian, who was glad that he had been able to ‘abduct’ his baby-sister without her making a sound - something that he had spent weeks training her for - knew it was all worth it when she smiled up at him and raised her hand to pat his cheek. Happily entertaining her with peek-a-boo, Damian showed his softer, kinder side that had mainly developed thanks to Y/N’s presence in his life, before going to the entrance room where her stroller was standing and - like he had sensed it - Titus came padding towards Damian and Y/N with his tail wiggling happily. “You wanna take titus out for a walk?” Damian asked her seriously, even though he knew not to expect an answer, before helping her into a cute coat, shoes (even though she wasn’t walking yet) and a cute self-knitted hat by Martha Kent, strapping her into her stroller and getting Titus on his leash (which was more for the public eye than the actual use, because Titus was very well behaved with Damian and Y/N). The trip to the park was a pleasant one, not a lot of people were out so he didn’t have to worry about being talked to or someone coming to close to his sister, and Y/N seemed to be delighted by everything around her, especially once when inside the park her eyes landed on a familiar person. “Grayson, what are you doing here?” Damian asked, already annoyed at the prospect of his brother taking Y/N over. “Alfred told me you were off with the little one and I guessed you’d be here. Me and Barbara wanted to take her to buy some new clothes.” “She has enough clothes already, doesn’t she?” “Uhm..Well, I mean-” Dick scratched his neck, aware that he was caught, “-She’s going to grow bigger soon, so…” Damian sighed, aware that he didn’t have much choice, no matter how stupid Dick’s reasoning was, and rolled his eyes. So Damian said his goodbyes to Y/N and gave Dick the stroller before going back on his way to the Manor. Dick brought the little one to his car, strapped her into the baby-seat and drove to the mall where Barbara was already waiting for the two of them, happily taking her favorite ‘niece’ onto her lap as Dick took the liberty of rolling her wheelchair through the mall and through all the cute little baby stores where they bought two bags worth of clothes, toys and other baby-things for Y/N who kept on being her excited, happy self until she got tired and fell asleep in Barbara's arm. Later that day, when they had brought her back to the Manor where Cass was already waiting to watch Y/N’s favorite cartoons with her and when Tim came home in the evening he managed to win himself the right to put his little sister to bed and read her a story. And then, the cycle began again. Soon Bruce would come home from Patrol and everything would start again. All in all, Y/N’s life was pretty sweet and she herself sweetened the lives of her family in return.

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So I know you've been very busy so just stay strong, I know you can do it! :) I was also wondering if I could request more sibling jasonette with the Joker going after Marinette once he finds out they're related? Take your time getting to this request if you need to, I know it'll be great when you get to it! Don't stress yourself out too much!

Thank you so much, I really do apologize for being so spotty the last month or so. I think I’m finally getting back to some sense of normal, so hopefully, I can write more :)

I hope you like it!

An Average Night in Gotham City 

Marinette couldn’t believe her luck.

Being the holder of the ladybug miraculous, you would think that everything would go her way, but it seems that Tikki had a funny way of distributing that good luck.

“Well, well, well, what do we have here?”

The rank smell of something souring surrounded her senses as she dangled from the ceiling by her wrists. She was certain that there would be some difficult bruises to hide later but that was the least of her concerns at the moment.

“What you have is a pissed off college student. Who snatches someone from a library? Don’t you have any respect for my education?”

Something sharp poked her back causing her to hiss in pain.

“Now, now, I really do love Gotham State University and if it was game day, I wouldn’t dare step foot on our campus, Gothamite pride and all. But you my dear, well once I learned that you attended the school, I just had to stop by and say hello.”

His maniacal laughter would strike fear in the hearts of most, but honestly, she was just too pissed at this point to care.

“Okay, you said your piece, may I return to the library? I have a paper due at midnight tonight and I literally only have one paragraph finished.”

Another strike against her back felt hard enough to draw blood. The Joker was not in a joking mood tonight.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk, How rude of you to want to leave when you just arrived! You batbrats are all the same, always in a rush. That’s why Jason is my favorite little bird. He always makes time for me,” his dreamy sigh faded into a scowl and in one quick movement, he was face to face with Marinette, his hand forcing her to stare into his eyes, “At least he used to. With you in town, he never seeks me out anymore!”

Releasing her cheeks, he turned away in a mock sob, using the edge of his purple tie to wipe away his tears.

“Maybe it’s because you two have an abusive relationship. I mean who wants to seek out someone that beats the shit out of them all the time.”

Joker stroked his chin thoughtfully as if her words carried some weight to them.

“Perhaps you’re right, maybe my last beating didn’t express enough love and admiration. How do you beat him to show him you love him?”

With a snap of his fingers, one of his men rushed forward to place a stool in front of him. Plopping down, he crossed his legs, motioning for her to speak.

“Uhm, well, I don’t beat him. Being my brother and all, we fight on the occasion, but if I want him to know I love him, I bake his favorite sweets or surprise him with a visit to his work.”

“Ah ha! That’s what I have to do! I got too reliant on my good old friend seeking me out, but maybe every once in a while I should seek him out!”

“Wait, that’s not really-” She couldn't finish her sentence as a crackle of electricity echoed through the warehouse. Her breathing was labored as she slowly began to come to terms with her situation.

“You know little batbug, you are slowly becoming a second favorite of mine. Of course, none of you could ever replace Batsy himself, but I would be lying to myself if I wasn’t fond of you and my Jason.”

If this was how he treated his favorites, Marinette was terrified to think of what Tim or Damian would go through if they were in her place right now. As he continued his monologue of the highs and lows of his and Jason's great relationship, Marinette took the time to take stock of her options.

There were ten men in total, more than likely at least five more outside posting guard. Fifteen wouldn’t be too hard, but there was one wildcard she couldn’t account for. Joker hardly ever accepted a fight that he wouldn’t believe to be fun and if she was honest, she couldn’t figure if he would jump in or not.

Tikki had already been working at the ropes holding her wrists, it was mere moments before they snapped, the only thing that stood in her way was that clown.

“-anywho, I suppose it’s time to go pay Jason a visit. Boys, leave this one alive. I like her.”

There was a slight groan of annoyance that sprinkled throughout the room.

Now was her time. The minute Joker stepped foot outside of the warehouse, she would be able to escape with almost no effort. As the doors slid open, Marinette nodded to Tikki to chew through the last rope.

“Where is she?” A frantic voice spilled through the front door causing Marinette’s eyes to snap into focus.

Several guns were trained on Jason as he gripped the front of Joker’s suit, his fist curled and ready to strike.

He came for her.

It wasn’t that she had any doubt, but she figured that her emergency tracker hadn’t sounded after seeing the response time from the team. As she dropped softly to her feet, Marinette slammed her elbow into the nearest man’s neck, gripping his gun as he dropped to the ground.

A few guns shifted from Jason to Marinette, seemingly unsure who was the bigger danger at this point.

“Oh Jason, I knew you cared. Marinette said I might have to seek you out, but that’s just not true is it. You always find your way back to me.”

His laughter was infuriating and Marinette could tell Jason was seeing red. If she didn’t get them out of there in the next few minutes, there was no telling if she could stop him from murdering the clown in front of him.

“You stupid clown, I could care less if you attack me, but you leave her out of this you understand?”

The Joker shook his head, a small giggle escaping his lips as he waved his men to stand down.

“Leave her out of this? Oh Jason, batbug there has become one of my new favorites. But don’t you worry, you’re still number one in my book.”

Marinette felt a shiver throughout her body at the sound of the growl that emitted from Jason.

“Jason, let's just leave. This isn’t a fight for today.”

There was no response as he and the Joker remained locked in an invisible argument, neither budging at the sound of her voice. Taking a step closer, she kept her gun trained on the clown, her eyes scanning the other men for any sudden movements. Instead of fighting her, they parted to allow her to get closer, all of them feeling equally confused as her.

Lowering her gun for a brief moment, she reached out to place a gentle hand on Jason’s shoulder.

“Jason, not today.”

She felt the tension in his body melting under her touch as he loosened his grip in the Joker’s suit. With one last glance, Jason dropped the man to the floor, turning to pull Marinette into a tight hug. 

“Your stupid tracker needs an update. Tim could only place it near this area and it took me entirely too long to get here.”

Marinette winced under his tight grip, the realization of her wounds finally hitting her. Pulling back, she nodded to Jason as they both moved to walk out the door.

The sound of several guns switching off safeties echoed, causing them both to stop in their tracks.

“Joker, let us go.”

Her eyes met his as he lifted himself from the floor, brushing off the imaginary dust he had acquired. There was a certain glint in those eyes that screamed danger to her. They both shared a mutual understanding that he knew far too much and that he could attack whenever he wanted. This advantage seemed to please him as he nodded, motioning for his men to stand down once more.

“Batbug is right, this would be no fun if the two of you were dead. So many interesting possibilities for the future, it’s so exhilarating.”

The sound of his laughter stayed with her even after they were blocks away from the warehouse.

“Batman was right behind me, I’m sure he’ll get there before they have time to clear out.”

Marinette nodded absentmindedly as Jason pulled them into the nearest ally. As gently as possible, he lifted the back of her shirt to exam the wounds. Letting out a low whistle, he began to patch them one by one, the stinging of antiseptic cutting just as deeply as the wounds had.

“Mari, what were you doing before that clown kidnapped you? It doesn’t look you struggled much, there only seems to be torture wounds.”

Marinette’s eyes widened as she suddenly remembered.

“Jason, we have to get back to the library! My paper is due at midnight! That idiot snapped me while I was writing, I only have one paragraph done and I don’t even know if it saved.”

Jason struggled to bite back the laughter that was fighting to escape.

“You know Marinette, this is what you get for waiting to the last minute. Don’t you know by now that there is a fair chance of getting kidnapped while you’re trying to do school work?”

Marinette reached backward swinging blindly as Jason’s laughter finally bellowed through. As he pulled her shirt back down into position, Marinette turned to give him one last hug before she took off into the night.

Jason and Tikki shared a look. Together, they took off after her, giggling and calling after her as they raced through Gotham’s streets. All in all, it really was just another average night in Gotham City.

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Sacrifices (Batfam x Batsis!Reader)

Warnings: Violence, gore

Word Count: 4,200 

Artwork by poorbird

Tags: @idkmanicantenglish​

It would’ve made sense for you to become Robin, you suppose. By the time you arrived at Wayne Manor, Jason still lived there. While at the time Jason was Robin, it would’ve been possible for him to adopt a new persona, but you didn’t want to be Robin. Instead, you became The Titan. 

As for the series of unfortunate events that landed you on Bruce Wayne’s doorstep, you prefer to not think about it. Instead, you found a new family with two older brothers, a workaholic dad and a tired butler. Together you were dysfunctional and strange, but you loved each other so it worked. 

Granted, being a Wayne has never been easy. At first, Jason was very standoffish, but between yours and Dick’s pestering, he eventually warmed up to you. The three of you become inseparable and God helped whatever idiot dared to try to hurt any of you. 

Things were good... until they weren’t. Jason’s death weighed heavily on everyone, especially Bruce. You didn’t see Dick for months, leaving you trapped in your own mind. 

You hated living in that giant mansion alone with Bruce, but things got better when Tim showed up on the doorstep. You missed your older brothers, so you were relieved to finally not be alone, and Tim allowed you to learn how to step into the older sibling role. 

Then things got complicated with Jason’s return. 

Eventually, everything settled and broken bridges were mended, but life threw another curveball when Bruce showed up with Damian. To say he was a handful is an understatement, but like Jason, you and Tim pestered your way through his tough exterior and became the older siblings to Damian that Dick and Jason are for you and Tim. 

Though Damian is the only Wayne child who still lived in the Manor, the four of you were more than happy to temporarily resume your residency while Bruce was off-world with the Justice League and patrol Gotham together for a week. Bruce claimed Damian needed social interaction beyond himself, Alfred, and Jon, but the four of you knew Bruce and Alfred missed having a full house and Damian missed his older siblings. 

The week was going great, you missed patrolling with your brothers. When things got slow, you goofed off with them, playing an impressive game of tag, making snack runs, and catching up on various Gotham rooftops. But in an instant, when you heard a cry for help, it was all business where you worked fluidly as a team. You haven’t had this much fun patrolling since you moved out of the Manor. During the day, you guys wreaked havoc in Gotham. Dare you say it, but you missed Gotham (not really, you just missed your brothers). 

Then Bane showed up. 

You five were never supposed to face off against him until Bruce got back, but things are never that simple in Gotham. 

Bane throws you against the wall, cracks spiderwebbing underneath you then you fall forward, hitting the ground. Before you can even stop to groan in pain, you’re on your feet, narrowly dodging another hit. Nightwing kicks off the wall and punches Bane in the head. Red Robin quickly follows with his bo staff, smacking Bane in the jaw then you knock Bane backward with a powerful kick to his chest. 

As he stumbles back, Robin cuts his calf open with a katana. Bane yells in pain and blindly swipes at Robin, but Robin rolls out of the way and slices Bane’s other leg. Red Hood shoots Bane in the knee three times then knocks his feet out from under him. 

Bane momentarily collapses but rolls to his feet with a grin, Venom pumping through the pipes on his back. You sigh, rolling your sore shoulder back. 

“Does he ever stay down?” You grumble. 

“Let’s find out,” Nightwing smirks, but beneath the cockiness, he looks exhausted.

You were all exhausted. This back and forth game with Bane had been going on for almost an hour. You finally stopped trying to count how many times Bane has thrown you into a wall and don’t even want to think how many of your ribs were broken. 

Robin is fighting through a limp and Red Robin’s arm is bleeding profusely. Nightwing’s knee has given out a few times and Red Hood’s reaction time is slower, probably due to a concussion. But all of you have too much adrenaline pumping through your veins for injuries to stop you. 

The med bay will be busy at the Manor. 

Nightwing hits Bane in the collar bone with his escrima sticks then Red Hood lands a heavy kick to the ribs. You quickly follow with a roundhouse which you give extra power with the electrocuting feature in your suit. Bane stumbles backward but Robin is ready and slices one of the Venom tubes on Bane’s back. 

“You brat!” He roars. 

Bane punches Robin then snatches one of his ankles and slams him into the ground. He winds up for another hit, but Robin is back on his feet, bearing even more weight onto his left leg. Red Robin strikes Bane in the face with drives both feet into his stomach. 

Bane stumbles again and you knock his feet out from under him, sending him crashing to the ground. Red Hood takes the opportunity to pin him down and land a few heavy blows to Bane’s face. The attack is short-lived because Bane flings Red Hood across the room, but Nightwing is there in an instant, driving a hard kick to Bane’s throat. Bane catches his leg and slams him into the ground. Before he can punch Nightwing, Robin swings his katana hard enough that the blade gets buried too far into Bane’s wrist for Robin to yank it out and instead abandons the sword to dodge another punch. 

Bane yanks the katana out of his arm and swings it with enough force that it snaps Red Robin’s bo staff in half. Red Robin stumbles back from the force but regains his balance and strikes Bane with his new escrima sticks. Bane swings the katana again, grazing Red Robin’s shoulder, but he rolls out of the way before Bane could seriously injure him. 

You kick Bane’s injured knee, causing it to give out, forcing Bane down to one knee. He tries to swing at you, but you easily jump over the blade and punch Bane in the face. Robin hits Bane in the ribs with two consecutive roundhouses then punches him in the face. You drop an elbow on Bane’s shoulder and kick him in the ribs, but he catches your leg and slams you to the ground, your left shoulder cracking loudly. 

You groan in pain, but Bane yanks you upwards and punches you, sending you flying backward a few feet. Bane swings the katana at Robin, slicing deeply into his left thigh. Robin collapses, both legs giving out from underneath him while Bane stands up, holding Robin’s katana. He draws it back, ready to stab Robin--

You don’t think. Your mind barley collaborates with your body. In an instant, you’re on your feet in front of Robin but before you can disarm Bane, the katana is buried in your chest, the tip of the blade coming out of your back. 

You blink, none of the pain hitting you yet, but instead grit your teeth and charge your suit then hit Bane with the strongest bolt of electricity possible. He goes flying across the room, his Venom system fried and hits the wall, his head lolling for a moment. Before he can get up, Red Hood is on him in an instant, bashing his face. 

Your head is fuzzy and your chest is numb. When you try to stand up, you stumble and fall to one knee. Robin drags himself to his feet and seizes the front of your suit.

“Titan, what did you just do?!” He demands. 

You stare at him woozily, noticing that Robin’s leg is bleeding profusely. 

“Your leg,” You mumble, reaching out to do something. 

“Forget about my leg! What were you thinking?!” He demands, his hand shaking. 

You try to breathe, but everything tightens around the blade then the pain hits. It feels like fire slowly taking over your chest. Robin continues yelling, tears beginning to slip out from behind his mask. You whimper, letting out a choked cry of pain that sends more fire burning through your chest. Your other knee gives out, causing you to fully fall, Robin’s grip on your suit is the only thing that keeps you from hitting the floor.

“I was going to move! Why did you get in front of me?!” Robin cries. 

“Robin,” Nightwing grabs his shoulder. “I got this.” 

Robin knocks his hand away. 

“No!” His voice cracks. “Titan jumped in front of him before I could do anything! I could’ve done something…” Red Robin grabs Robin from behind and drags him away while Nightwing takes his place, holding you up. 

“Get your hands off me, Red!” Robin screams. 

“Easy, Robin,” Red Robin mutters to him. “Let Nightwing help her.” 

“This shouldn’t be happening, she shouldn’t be hurt!” He tries to elbow his way out of Red Robin’s grip, but Red Robin holds tight. 

You grab Nightwing’s shoulders, unable to hold yourself up. He holds your arms steady, keeping you upright. 

“Geeze, T,” He mumbles to you, looking down at the sword. “What did you do?” 

Tears pool under your mask, slowly beginning to drip out as your face scrunches in pain. 

“Didn’t—want—him—to—hurt—Robin,” You whimper, your nails digging into his shoulder. 

“Keep breathing, we’re going to get you help,” He promises. “Eyes open, okay? Don’t close them.” 

You force your eyes open, digging your nails Nightwing’s shoulder as another wave of pain hits you. 

“Hood,” Nightwing calmly calls over his shoulder. “Do you still have those military field dressings?” 

Red Hood hustles over, leaving Bane tied up and unconscious and pulls two pads out of his jacket. He kneels next to Nightwing, pushing your hair back out of your face. 

“Geeze, kid,” Red Hood shakes his head. “You really go all out, don’t you?” 

You try to chuckle, but your chest screams in pain, making you wince instead. The wince tightened your chest even more, your nails digging into Nightwing’s shoulder again as you let out a sob. Of course, your chest tightens again, creating even more pain, more tears streaming down your face. Red Hood leans over, wiping his thumb under your eyes. 

“Keep breathing, T.”

“It—hurts—so—fuc—king—bad,” You whimper, more tears running down your face.

“I know it hurts, but breathe with me,” He places your hand against his armored chest and takes a deep breath so you can feel his chest move then slowly breathes out.

You try your best to breathe with him and partially succeed, but Red Hood’s breathing is more even than yours.

“Keep going,” He encourages. “Wing, what’s the plan?” 

“You’re going to pull the sword out and I’m putting the military dressings on.” 

Despite the helmet, Nightwing can feel the way Red Hood raises his eyebrows by his silence. 

“Shouldn’t we leave it in?” 

“Normally, yes. But that’s when EMTs can transport you safely which isn’t the case for us,” Nightwing explains quickly then shifts so Red Hood is holding you up and takes the dressings from him. 

“You ready, Wing?” He asks. 

Nightwing shifts behind you, preparing the dressings then nods. 

“Alright, T, this is going to hurt, but I need you to stay awake, okay?” You nod at Red Hood then he grabs the hilt of the sword and slowly pulls it out. 

Right as the tip travels back into your body, Nightwing presses the pad on your back, making sure it’s fully adhered. You gasp in pain, gritting your teeth and digging your nails into Red Hood’s shoulder. Red Hood winces at the sound of you whimpering as he pulls the sword free. Nightwing quickly presses the pad to the wound on the front of your chest then you collapse onto Red Hood, sobbing in pain. He holds you close, careful of your chest and strokes your hair. 

“Hang in there, T. Just a little longer,” He murmurs to you then passes you off to Nightwing who carefully lifts you off the ground.

You whimper, the movement pulling at your chest. Your vision gets hazy. It’s becoming harder to keep your eyes open. Nightwing frowns, looking down at the bandages. 

“Titan. Stay awake. We need to move, I can already see blood,” He looks at Red Robin, who is finishing the wrappings on Robin’s leg. “Call Agent A. Get Dr. Leslie to the Cave, now.” 

. . . 

“Dammit, Damian!” Tim smacks Damian’s arm. “Hold still!” 

“I can do it myself!” He hisses, trying to snatch the needle from Tim. 

“You’re actively bleeding out. Just let me finish!” 

“You don’t know what you’re doing!” 

“I’ve been stitching myself up longer than you’ve been alive!” 

“After seeing the way you fight? That doesn’t surprise me, Drake. It’s shocking that you haven’t died yet!”  

“You’re about to be bleeding from somewhere else except I won’t miss your femoral artery!” 

“Tim! Damian! Enough!” Dick snaps. “Damian, let Tim stitch you up.” 

Damian glares at Dick, but crosses his arms and allows Tim to finish. Dick shakes his head with a sigh and finishes wrapping his knee. You’ve been in surgery for half an hour so to say everyone is on edge is an understatement, but Damian isn’t usually this difficult about receiving medical attention. 

“Damian!” Tim yells, picking the needle up from the ground. “What the hell?!” 

“You stabbed me!” He protests. 

“You’re getting stitches! It’s not going to tickle!” 

“Damian,” Dick snaps. “I understand that you’re worried, but the best thing you can do right now is take care of yourself.” 

“Tt, you don’t get it,” Damian huffs, crossing his arms. 

“What do you mean we don’t get it?” Jason growls. 

“You weren’t there when it happened!” He exclaims. “You weren’t right there!” 

“We all saw it happen, kid,” Jason snaps. “I had to watch her cry while I pulled the fucking sword out of her!” 

“No, you don’t get it!” Damian yells. “It was my sword!” 

“What are you talking about?” Tim frowns. 

“It was my sword that hurt her!” His shoulders slump. “Only my sword can pierce her body armor and if I hadn’t let Bane have it, she wouldn’t be dying right now!” 

Tim’s face softens. 

“Damian, you didn’t hand it to him—” 

“I may as well have!” 

“You stabbed him with it!” 

“It doesn’t matter! It was stupid!” 

“Dames,” Dick frowns. “You didn’t—” 

“No. She jumped in front of me because I was being reckless,” Damian cuts him off. “It was my fault.” 

“She made that decision,” Tim tells him. “Y/N knew what was going to happen. That’s not on you, Damian.” 

“But I put her in the position that forced her to make that decision.” 

“One of your legs is broken and the other one needed twenty stitches! You didn’t go into this fight anticipating that!” Tim argues. 

Damian looks up, refusing to meet his brothers’ eyes as his eyes well up and a lump forms in his throat. Dick frowns, laying a hand on his shoulder. 

“None of us blame you, Damian,” He reassures him. “Don’t blame yourself.” 

Damian shoves Dick’s hand off him and looks down, hastily wiping away stray tears. He slouches in on himself, making himself look even smaller. 

“I don’t want to be responsible for anything happening to her,” He admits to the floor. 

“You’re not,” Jason says. “Y/N knows the risk of putting on that mask. We all do. The second we step out of this Cave, we all know there’s a possibility of not coming back.” 

“But we did come back,” Tim adds. “All of us did and Dr. Thompkins is helping her right now.” 

“It’s going to take a lot more than a sword to the chest to take Y/N down. And if it was one of our asses on the line, she’d do it again in a heartbeat. We all would. It’s not your fault, kid. It’s part of the job.” 

Damian doesn’t look convinced, but he stays quiet while Tim finishes stitching him. Dick manages to force all his brothers to shower and eat a sandwich (he almost didn’t eat one himself, but a pointed look from Alfred changed that), but trying to make them sleep in a pipe dream. 

Instead, they opt to wait outside the med bay for Dr. Leslie to finish. Jason paces, Dick bounces his good leg, Tim checks the progress of the police reports while they process Bane (he wanted to do research about chest wounds, but Dick wouldn’t let him, especially within eyesight of Damian), and Damian mindlessly sharpened a sword he never uses. 

Two hours pass then Dr. Leslie finally walks out of the med bay, exhausted and blood splattered. All four boys’ attention snaps to her instantly. 

“She’s stable,” Dr. Leslie tells them. “And extremely lucky. She managed to get stabbed right below her heart but above her liver so it missed any major organs and her spine. It did nick her vena cava so there’s some internal bleeding. She’s got a lot of broken ribs, a broken xiphoid process,  dislocated shoulder, some bruising and some lacerations, but she’ll be okay.” 

The boys sag with relief. 

“Can we see her?” Dick asks. 

Dr. Leslie nods. 

“She’s asleep and probably won’t wake up until tomorrow at the absolute earliest. Call me when she wakes up.” 

“Thank you, Dr. Leslie,” Dick says sincerely.

She smiles fondly and ruffles his hair. 

“Anything for this family.”

Alfred escorts Dr. Leslie to her car while the boys go into your med bay room. Jason picks up Damian who immediately protests. 

“Tt! I am not a child!” 

Jason rolls his eyes. 

“Your legs aren’t taking you anywhere fast. Get over it, short stack.” 

He crosses his arms but makes no move to free himself. Jason carries him into your room, followed closely by Tim and Dick and sets Damian at the foot of your bed. 

As Dr. Leslie said, you were asleep. Your left arm is secured across your chest in a sling, a gash on your forehead has been stitched up and a dark bruise is forming on your cheekbone, but your chest is steadily rising and falling and your heart rate monitor is beeping normally. 

Dick moves forward and kisses the top of your head then sits down in a nearby chair. Jason and Tim sit in other chairs near your bed while Damian sits motionless at the foot of your bed. 

“Dames?” Dick asks. “You okay?” 

He doesn’t even look at Dick. 

“She’s not going to break if you touch her,” Dick says. “Just be careful.” 

Damian glances at Dick uncertainly, but he hesitantly crawls up the bed and curls up against your right shoulder. Jason and Tim get comfortable in the surrounding recliners so Dick picks up the blanket from the foot of your bed and covers Damian who is already starting to fall asleep. Tim and Jason are also dozing off, the exhaustion from the night finally sinking in now that they know you’re okay. 

Alfred quietly clears his throat from the doorway. 

“How is she?” He asks. 

Dick glances back at you and smiles. 

“She’s going to be okay.” 

Alfred smiles, looking relieved then looks at Dick. 

“And how are you, Master Dick?” 

Dick shrugs, looking down at the floor for a moment. 

“Noting we haven’t seen before.” 

Alfred knows Dick well and patiently waits for him to say more. Most of the time, Dick forgets Alfred was in the military and that he understands the weight behind close calls. Dick gestures for Alfred to step out of the room in order to not disturb his brothers’ much-needed sleep. 

“We shouldn’t have gone after Bane,” Dick admits once the door shuts behind him. “I know better. I shouldn’t have let them talk me into it.” 

Alfred nods along slowly. 

“Bane has always been someone Master Bruce struggles to defeat. You five did it without him. You should be proud of yourselves.” 

“But at what cost?” Dick asks. 

“Miss. Y/N is going to be okay and you can’t change what happened, so be proud of what you accomplished.”

Dick’s shoulders sag as he feels a lump form in his throat. 

“It happened in slow motion,” He pauses. “One minute, she’s on the floor, the next thing I know, she’s standing in front of Damian with a sword through her chest...I thought she was going to bleed out in my arms.” 

“You did everything correctly. Your fast thinking is the reason your sister is here and recovering,” Alfred reassures him. 

Dick nods, not looking at Alfred. She almost died because of me. She almost died because of my decision. I knew we shouldn’t have gone after Bane but I thought we could handle it. My own arrogance almost got my sister killed. He feels his throat burn.

Alfred lays a hand on Dick’s shoulder, who looks over at him with tear-filled eyes. 

“I almost lost my sister,” He whispers with a thick voice. 

Alfred pulls Dick into a hug, Dick burying his face into Alfred’s shoulder as tears silently rolled down his face. Similar to Bruce who struggles to express “negative emotions” and often opted to repress or distract himself, Dick pushes his emotions down until he’s alone or with someone he feels safe with before allowing the emotions out. 

Alfred rubs Dick’s back while Dick silently cries until Dick finally pulls back and wipes his face. 

“I’m okay,” He promises with a sniff.

“I’m proud of you, Master Dick,” Alfred says. 

Dick smiles. 

“Thanks, Alfie,” Then he heads into the med bay to wait with his brothers for you to wake up. 

. . . 

You blearily open your eyes, hearing the sound of a heart monitor behind you. One arm is in a sling and you can feel tight wrappings across your chest, probably trying to protect your many broken ribs. Down the center of your chest is a long bandage. You look down to find one of your brothers curled up against your good arm and your other brothers sprawled across the room. 

“Damian?” You ask in a hoarse voice. 

His head pops up at the sound of your voice. 

“Y/N!” He exclaims, instantly wrapping his arms around your neck. 

You’re in shock for a moment, but quickly wrap your good arm around him, pulling him close to you, tears welling up in your eyes. He’s okay.

“You’re okay,” You mutter to him, resting your head on top of his. 

“I’m okay?!” Damian pulls back, staring at you incredulously. “What about you?! What were you thinking?! Why did you jump in front of me?!” 

You open your mouth to explain how your brain barely collaborated with your body to get between Bane and Damian. You open your mouth to explain how every fight or flight instinct, every training, and every self-preserving thought dissipated because your little brother was in danger. You open your mouth to explain how you were fully prepared to die in order for Damian to live on, but you couldn’t find the words to even begin to explain yourself. 

“I…” You say lamely. 

“Cool it with the interrogation,” Jason thankfully cuts in. “She was protecting you.” 

“She didn’t need to!” Damian snaps then returns his attention to you. “You almost got yourself killed!” 

“Dames, I’m okay,” You reassure him. 

“But what if you weren’t?” He retorts. 

“I am.” 

“But what if you weren’t?” He repeats. 

You roll your eyes.

“But what if there were wolves?” 

Damian’s face hardens. 

“I’m being serious,” He growls. 

“I am too,” You respond easily. “We can play the ‘what if’ game all day, but at the end of the day, I’m okay. We’re all okay.” 

“Do you realize how close you came to dying?” Damian demands, his eyes beginning to well. “Any higher, he would’ve hit your heart. Any lower would’ve been your stomach or your liver. Any further to one side would’ve been your aorta. Any further to the other would’ve been your spinal cord!” He stops to take a deep breath, his tears in danger of spilling over. “You came within millimeters of death or paralysis so how can you look at me and say everything is okay?” 

“Because it didn’t happen,” You reach up to touch him, to comfort him, but he dodges your hand. 

“No, what happened was you showed you’re willing to die, to leave me, all to protect me.” 

“Yeah,” You nod along. “I am. I’m willing to do it for all of you, no matter what.” 

Tim reaches out and squeezes your hand. Jason fondly ruffles your hair and Dick hugs you tightly, all their silent ways of reassuring that they would do it too. They all would and it didn’t take their silent gestures to know that. 

Damian shakes his head, his voice thick. 

“That’s not protecting me! I don’t want you to leave! I want you here alive with me! Because if you die, I—” His voice cracks. “I don’t want to live.” 

“Dames,” You feel your throat become tight and tears well up again. You reach out, cupping his cheek. He doesn’t pull away from you this time, instead, he lets that tears that had been building up finally fall. 

“Everyone leaves,” He admits. “For once, I want someone to stay for me, not leave.” 

You pull him to your chest, holding him close, a tear slipping down your face. 

“I’m not going anywhere, baby bird,” You promise, kissing the top of his head. 

Sibling angst. Lit. Anyways, got another Jason one coming y’alls way. I’ve got to edit it cause it’s a monster right now. Might be a two-parter, we’ll see. Hopefully, you enjoyed this! 

[diyunho]

The Joker x Reader - “6 Feet”

With the scary events unfolding lately all over the world, Gotham is under lockdown also. The Joker and his girlfriend are self-quarantining at the Penthouse: needless to say entertaining him it’s no easy chore but thankfully Y/N can handle any type of situation. Probably…

Batsy

You almost drop your coffee mug when you see The Joker dangling outside the railing from the second floor of The Penthouse.

“What are you doing, J??!!!”

“Pumpkin, wanna bet I can land on the couch from here?” he flares one arm in the air.

“It’s too far off, you’ll never make it!” you mentally calculate the trajectory.

“Pfft, bullshit! If Batsy can do crap like this, so can I!”

“You don’t have the gear and training, J!”

“Gear??!! Training??!! I don’t need that; I’m not a wimp!”

“Fine, go ahead and break your neck!” Y/N gives up on the already lost cause. “How much are we betting?”

“50,000 dollars.”

“You got yourself a deal Mister Joker,” you take a sip of coffee, annoyed his desire for chaos is already surging to unspeakable heights after being trapped inside for the last 3 weeks.

The King of Gotham flexes his knees a few times for equilibrium and… here he goes: barely misses the couch, one leg gets caught on the night stand and BAM! Lands on the floor with a loud thud.

“Uugghhhh,” he groans in pain flat on his back. “Y/N… I think I fractured my limbs.”

You slowly approach and ignore his complains, pointing out the truth:

“You owe me 50,000 dollars. And if you fractured your bones, I’m going to strangle you on the spot because there is no way I’m taking care of a stubborn patient!”

The Joker makes an extra effort to react at your ultimatum:

“Excellent news, Princess. I can move my toes!”

You roll your eyes and extend one of your arms to help him up. 

“Lucky indeed, J. Are you doing this for attention?”

“Gotta keep the flame going, Pumpkin,” The Clown whizzes up a storm, trying to catch his breath following the glorious bungee jumping without a rope.

Baldy

Supposedly J is in convalescence, thus he wanted a haircut. You are both watching TV in the living room, your boyfriend sitting on a chair while you shape the locks behind him.

You start laughing at the funny movie so your hand slips: the trimmer shaves a patch of The Joker’s fabulous green hair, leaving him with a beautiful quarter sized bald spot.

Oh, shit!

He has no idea his perfect groomed style it’s butchered; better to ride this crazy train until he notices. You comb what you can from the longer strands on top of the mess you created, lying without blinking at his question:

“How did it turn out?”

“Impeccable, baby! My flair and precision regarding detail is through the roof,” you boast full of confidence.

The Heinlein Maneuver  

You’re tossing bullets at J, attempting to make them land in his mouth.

“Wow, you’re getting pretty good at this!” Y/N praises and he suddenly chokes. “Oh my God!” you panic. “Spit it out! Spit it out!”

You run behind him and start The Heinlein Maneuver which you had to learn in order to repeatedly save The Joker as a result of this being one the couple’s favorite games to play.

One, two, three… Pfuuu, there it goes: the bullet flies out of him!

The King is taking a few moments to recover whilst you impatiently want to find out what he saw this time: whenever he has these near death experiences he sees weird stuff.

“What was it this time?” you curiously inquire.

“I saw Batsy naked,” he exhales full of spite. “That asshole is totally invading my privacy!”

“Naked?” your entitled smirk makes him lose it. “Was he circumcised?”

“Excuse me??!!”

“A girl can be curious,” Y/N defends her inquiry.

“Listen here, woman! The dilemma you should be quizzing me about is if I saw his face so we can identify him!”

“Well, did you?”

“Nope.”

“Then it’s irrelevant.”

“I nearly died Princess! All I need right now is mindless fornication to aid with my rehabilitation,” the strategist in J blurs out.

“You did this to get laid?”

“Gotta keep the flame going, Pumpkin!”

6 Feet

You sneezed twice in a row and The Joker has suspiciously watched you like a hawk since.

“Do you feel sick, Pumpkin?...”

“No, it’s my allergies,” you blow your nose in a tissue and cough due to a scratchy throat.

“Are you sure?...”

“Yes, you know I get like this at spring time.”

“Hm…” J huffs. “I don’t think we should risk infection, I’m too important for this town. I say you take the south part of The Penthouse and I’ll reside in the west. Don’t come any closer, stay at least 6 feet apart just like the regulations stipulate. You can move in the room across from the master bedroom.”

“Huh?!” the baffled Y/N pretends she didn’t comprehend the words. “I have allergies, J!!! ALLERGIES!!!!”

“6 feet Pumpkin! Don’t make me repeat myself!!”  

Booty Call

You got mad and moved into the other bedroom; I guess The King wants to be safe from your allergies because that’s what you have and nothing more. Does he ever listen to reason? Nah, that would be a first.

You’re reading a book when your cell phone goes off: an invitation to chat from your man.  Across the hallway…Yup…

“Pumpkin!” his face pops on the screen. “I wanna have phone sex!!!!”

“No,” you immediately cut him off, annoyed.

“What do you mean no?! I’m about to blow a gasket over here!!!!!!!!!”

“I don’t care what happens to your gasket Mister Joker, as long as you keep it 6 feet away from me!!” and you hang up.

“How dare you, Princess?!” he shouts at your defiance. “I’ll open an account on PinchMyButt and I’ll pick another partner to tend to my overloaded system!”

“Be my guest!” you snort at his rudeness since you can actually hear him to start with.

PinchMyButt.com

One of the most popular online dating/hook up websites. Period.

The Joker uploaded his profile one hour ago and instead of being flocked with pinches like he thought, there’s no activity besides users flagging the account for “inappropriate content”. Members reckon it’s distasteful to have someone pretending to be The Clown Prince of Crime searching for a match; they have no clue it’s genuine.

Another hour passes by… zero pinches.

J is getting pissed.

30 more minutes… Ding! The app announces.

“Ha!” he triumphantly yells. “Somebody pinched my butt, Pumpkin! Oh, she said I have nice nipples and a cute bald spot! I don’t have a bald spot! Who is this?!” he investigates the blog name: iHaveAllergies69.

Rings a bell: you kept on telling him this plus his girl preferred sex position…

“Pumpkin, is that you?!” The Joker shrieks.

“Yeah!” you admit from the other bedroom. “I felt sorry for you!”

“I don’t want your pity! Unpinch me! Wait, my account just got suspended: due to a large number of objections, you’re account has been terminated. What the hell?! What am I supposed to do now, Princess?“

“Dunno, you’re the one that wanted us to be apart and it’s an excellent rule! I’m enjoying my isolation; you should do the same.”

“How can you enjoy confinement?”

“I’m having fun!”

“Without me?! Impossible! I put the fun in dysfunctional!”

Boinky

The elevator’s doors slide and Frost strolls inside carrying a box.

“Not a step further!” J mumbles taking the safely off his pistol.

He misses threatening people thus when the guys bring food and supplies to The Penthouse he tries to shoot them.

“What’s in there?” he gestures towards the cardboard container.

“Not sure, sir. Y/N ordered it online.”

“Open it!” the stern order leaves no room for hesitation.

Jonny rips the scotch tape and removes the pink, fluffy toy.

“What the heck is this?!” The Joker frowns at its shape.

Frost analyzes the plush item and it clicks.

“Boss, I think it’s a…”

“PUMPKIN!!!!” The Clown interrupts.  “Why does this atrocity resemble my crown jewelry???!!” he screams you as you show up in the living room.

A super excited squeal:

“Boinky arrived!!!” and Y/N rushes to get her package. “Toss it! Toss it!!” you wave your arms and Jonny does as required. “I need something to cuddle with since you kicked me to the curve,” you finally address him.

“And you couldn’t find a teddy bear?!”

Flame

The Joker barges in your bedroom while spraying around with disinfectant mist:

“Pumpkin, this is the biggest emergency Gotham has ever faced!!!!” he frantically takes his clothes off and you jump because you just fell asleep 5 minutes ago.

“What is it?” you snuggle with your fuzzy trinket.

“Goddamn Boinky!” your boyfriend snatches the toy and flings it out the opened window.

“What are you doing?!”

“I’m about to explode, woman! That’s what!!! My online dating was abruptly halted by unforeseen factors so I have no choice,” he viciously starts yanking at you tank top. “I either risk contamination or I blow a gasket and that means kaput!”

“I have allergies,” you frown and J tugs at your shorts in a hurry, irritated.

“Exposing myself like this!” he continues bickering and Y/N can’t help it:

“Just like Batsy did?”

The King gasps, appalled you twisted his near death experience vision in such a hasty manner.

“Unacceptable!” he pulls you under him and your eerie grin prompts doubt: “Hold on! Did you purchase Boinky to intrigue me and made sure I can’t blow my gasket anywhere else with the sole purpose of having me crawl back to you?!”

Y/N innocently kisses the tip of his nose, whispering:

“Gotta keep the flame going, baby.”

 Also read: MASTERLIST

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Gotham’s 31 Most Wanted - Number 3

Welcome back to Gotham’s 31 Most Wanted! Each day of January, I’m counting down my Top 31 Favorite Batman Villains of all time! We’re now in the Top Three! “Twinkle, twinkle, little bat…how I wonder what you’re at…?” Number 3 is…The Mad Hatter.

Now, I know what some of you are thinking: why is the Mad Hatter, of all characters, so high on the countdown? Not that the Mad Hatter doesn’t have fans, but he’s never been considered by most to be in the same ranks as Ra’s Al Ghul, Bane, or Mr. Freeze. And while his fanbase has seen some growth over the years, I don’t know TOO many people who would call him their absolute favorite Batman Villain. To be honest, it’s not hard for me to see why: the Mad Hatter has a very small number of truly great stories to his name, and even some of the best STORIES featuring him are not necessarily the best INTERPRETATIONS of him. For instance, I love “Robin: Year One,” and I adore the way the Hatter LOOKS in that comic…but the actual depiction of him is not exactly my preferred take on Jervis Tetch. Much like Harley Quinn, Jervis Tetch is a villain I tend to be a bit picky about. A lot of comics tend to depict him as a downright repulsive character; a grotesque little gremlin who needs to be punched out as quickly as possible, and is meant to be utterly repugnant to the readers. Very few comics try to give him any humanity or anything that would make him appealing, and I really don’t know why that is. Even the ones that DO try don’t always necessarily SUCCEED at full capacity. So, how come the Mad Hatter ranks so highly for me? To be blunt, just personal bias. I love the “Alice” stories by Lewis Carroll, and the Hatter was always my favorite character. In fact, I’m frankly a little obsessed with those books myself, so in a weird way, while many Batman Villains are dark reflections of ol’ Batsy himself, the Hatter I like because he’s really more a dark reflection of ME. I don’t want to get too personal, and perhaps this will sound a little too melodramatic, but I’ve always felt that if I allowed myself to be ruled by the darker parts of my life and my own being, I could basically become Jervis Tetch. I think that’s also WHY I’m so picky and borderline PROTECTIVE of the character; it’s one thing for Batman to see himself in a villain, but when YOU see YOURSELF in that character? It becomes another issue. So when I see something that sickens me to my core, it hurts in a different sort of way. With that said, when the character is done right, he CAN be used to great effect. In terms of the comics, my favorite version is probably the one written by Jeph Loeb in stories like “The Long Halloween” and “Batman: Madness.” This is mostly because it’s one of the few takes on Tetch that makes him an effective PERSONAL threat to Batman: in that version, Batman is revealed to have loved the “Alice” books as a boy, and his mother read the story of Wonderland to him on the very night she and Bruce Wayne’s father were murdered. As a result, the mere EXISTENCE of the Mad Hatter touches a nerve, as Tetch corrupts Bruce’s childhood unwittingly. I’ve always found that idea interesting, and I really have no clue why other versions don’t take greater advantage of it. In other media, the Hatter has been used rarely, but frequently quite well: the version from the Animated Series, voiced by Roddy McDowall, is perhaps my definitive take on the character. I also do approve of the versions from the Arkham games AND the series “Gotham,” both of which I think did a good job of making a Hatter who was disturbing and depraved, but also giving him some sort of appeal, each in their own unique ways. While the Wonderland-obsessed Tetch is great, much like I did with the Cavalier, I DO want to give some kudos to the OTHER version of the Mad Hatter that exists in comics. Yes, there is another version, and I can honestly say that while he’s not as well-known, he does seem to be more consistent in the quality of his appearances.

For a while, you see, there was a different Mad Hatter who bedeviled the Caped Crusaders. This Hatter was a remarkably different character: more obsessed with headgear than the Lewis Carroll classics, his ultimate goal was to steal Batman’s cowl and add it to his collection. He also would use hat-themed gimmicks and gadgets to commit more ordinary robberies and other crimes. This Hatter has had fewer appearances than the more modern, mainstream one, but he’s just as much fun, in my mind…and he’s had the good fortune of also having a worthy adaptation to other media, courtesy of the one played by David Wayne in the 60s series, so kudos there! (If you want to learn more about the extremely bizarre, warped history of BOTH Mad Hatters, turn here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pc3b2AlXRfM) There’s really not much left to say: I love the Mad Hatter for personal, simple reasons, and I see no reason not to give both interpretations third place on my countdown. He’s probably not that high for most other people, but there you have it! The end draws ever nearer. Tomorrow I’ll be covering my 2nd Favorite Batman Villain. HINT: He’s a Puzzling Fellow, Indeed.

[batfam-imagines]

Choices

A/N: This one is a little long, and was an idea that has been stuck in my head for awhile. Not all of my ideas managed to make it into the story, mainly because I’m not that good of a writer!

Anyway, I hope you enjoy this! Italics mean sign-language. I know that’s not how the word structure of real sign-language works, but it’s just easier to write this way.

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Bruce watches the two videos in utter horror.  One is of Robin, his second son, his Jason, being beaten with a crowbar by Joker, and the other is of Sparrow, Jason’s best friend, Bruce’s only daughter, being held at knife-point by Harley Quinn. Bruce had an impossible decision to make. He could only save one of his children, which one was is going to be?

--

Batman’s knees buckle, his fingers scrabbling frantically through the rubble, desperate for any sign of life. He couldn’t have been too late. Joker had made him choose. He’d made his choice, and had still been too late. He couldn’t be too late.

“Batsy, Batsy, Batsy!” The Jokers voice seems to echo through Bruce’s head, it takes his sluggish brain a moment to realize he must have stolen a Comm unit. “Just a few minutes too late, Batsy! Poor little bird just kept beggin’ for ya! He was so confident that you’d show!” The scrape of a knife on metal is loud even over the Comm, “Now. What am I gonna do with this pretty little thing?”

Harley’s loud laughter seemingly echo’s through Bruce’s head at the realization: they still have Y/N. One of his children is still in danger. “Why don’t we cut off all her feathers, Mista J?! Birdies can’t fly without feathers!”

“Not a bad idea, Harley, but I was thinking something a little more … permanent” Bruce feels like he’s paralyzed. He’d never found out where they’d been holding Y/N because he’d been so focused on finding Jason, he thought he would have more time. “She’s been screamin’ an awful lot since we killed that other bird, why not make it so the bird can’t sing anymore!”

Finally, Bruce finds the strength to respond, “No! Joker, you said I had to choose! You said I could save one!”

Another manic cackle spills directly into Bruce’s ear, “And you could have saved one. You could have saved that little street-rat of a Robin, but you were too late. You made your choice, Batman, and you chose wrong” It’s obvious that Joker is moving. The knife continuous to scrape along metal, and those horrible gut-wrenching screams grow louder every second. “There’s no need for the tears, pretty bird! You’ll be joinin’ him soon enough!”

“Joker! You can’t do this!” Bruce can almost picture it, one of Joker’s hands in Y/N’s hair and yanking her head back, the other holding one of Y/N’s own knives to her throat.

“Oh, Batsy, when are you going to learn. I can do whatever I want!” There’s a slick sound of the knife cutting deep, and then harsh gurgles. Somewhere in back of Bruce’s mind he knows that the Joker must have taken out the Comm and help it right up to Y/N slit throat. After less than a minute, the gurgling quiets, “See what happens, Batsy, when you bring children into our game?”

--

Talia al Ghul watches the two figures move listlessly through Gotham’s streets. She turns to one of her guards, “And you are sure it’s them?”

“Yes, Mistress. We have had our spies watching them for two months now. The way they fight is a match to the deceased Robin and Sparrow”

“Interesting. We will be taking them back to the Compound with us. Gather the men, I will gather my Beloved’s children.”

Talia scales down the building, landing several feet in front of the two teenagers. Almost immediately the girl, Y/N if she remembers correctly, is in front of the much more injured male. Y/N’s vacant eyes hover near Talia, and she lets out a shrill whistle that makes Jason tense.

“I am not here to hurt you, little ones. I am here to help you, to get you off the street,” Y/N let out a curious sounding whistle, and Jason hummed softly in response. “That’s right, somewhere safe”

Slowly the two inched towards Talia, Y/N still keeping herself firmly between Jason any anyone else. Talia grinned, these two were the ticket to her Beloved’s heart. These two would become her perfect weapons.

--

It wasn’t until several weeks later that Talia’s father joined her in observing the two teenagers fight. While their minds had not been fully restored to them, their ability to fight had been.

“The girl has potential. Even without her mind, she fights with thought. The boy, however, he is not unlike a rabid dog, his only thought is to survive.” Ra’s watches as Y/N takes down one of the League members who had been sneaking up on Jason, “And yet they always fight for each other.”

“They care for each other, even though they do not who they themselves are. And they care for children. Many nights I have found Y/N or Jason, or both of them in Damian’s room, or indulging him in play fights” Talia watches her father out of the corner of her eye, “They both have potential, I just need a little more time to reach -”

“Enough, daughter. These pets of yours are taking up too much of your time. I have already allowed you to keep Damian, but I cannot allow you to keep both the child and these two.” Ra’s turns to completely face his daughter, “You have a choice to make, and I would suggest you choose wisely”

--

Talia had made her choice. She could not kill two children that her Beloved loved so much, and she could no longer bare to endanger her son. She had gathered as many people loyal to her as possible and was going to try and pull off an impossible scheme. She was going to use the Lazarus Pit on Y/N and Jason, and then have them run as far and as fast as possible with Damian. If this plan doesn’t work, then all of them would be dead by morning.

--

It had worked. Somehow Talia’s plan to get you, Jason, and Damian to safety had worked. The little four-year-old was curled up in your lap, having fallen asleep soon after the private jet took off. Jason is still shaking, the aftereffects of the Pit not having worn off yet.

Snapping your fingers, Jason’s eyes latch onto your hands, “Are you okay?” Even though the Pit had left nothing, but a scar wrapped around your throat, it had not been able to restore your voice to you. Thankfully Bruce had made you and Jason learn basic sign-language to communicate on stealth missions, and the two of you had just continued the education, becoming fluent.

“I’m fine. Everything feel so … fresh, you know? And I’m so damn angry at B for choosing me over you, and then getting both of us killed anyway”

“Watch swearing around Damian. And we got ourselves into the mess, it was our fault. It’s in the past. Focus on now”

“I know, I know. We get a second chance at life even if we both have crazy PTSD and Pit-Madness. Now we’re off to travel the world for a few years with a toddler to become the most deadly assassins alive” Jason rakes a hand through his now white streaked hair, “This will be freaking fantastic, Y/N”

“Better than being dead” Damian starts to stir in your lap from the constant hand movements. His jade-green eyes blinking up at you. “Good morning, little prince”

The smile he flashes at you would brighten even Gotham’s rainiest day, “Good morning, ‘Gale!”

Jason snorts and ruffles Damian’s hair, “Her name isn’t Gale, kid. Her name is Y/N”

Damian rolls his eyes with all the attitude a four-year-old could muster, and considering he was raised by Talia, it was a lot. “I know that, dummy! But she whistles like the Nightingales in Mother’s room. Nightingale is her new super name; I don’t have one for you Jay”

“It’s okay, little man. We’ll figure one out for me and you sometime soon. Okay?”

The little boy grins, “Okay. Where are we going?” This time he looks up at you for an answer, but you gently tap you throat and shake your head. “You still can’t talk? The green water didn’t fix you all the way?”

“No, it didn’t. When we were hurt, there were some things that couldn’t be healed all the way.” Jason glances over at you, at the scar the barely peeks out from the turtleneck.

“How can I talk to Y/N then?!” Damian’s lower lip wobbles dangerously.

“Don’t worry, kid. Y/N can talk with her hands, it’s called sign-language. Both us will teach you, and then you’ll be able to talk to Y/N as much as you want, okay?” Immediately Damian brightens, and demands to be taught something. “Alright, lets learn the alphabet first.” And that’s how the rest of the plane ride is spent, with you and Jason teaching Damian how to sign the alphabet.

--

It takes another six years for the three of you to end up back on Gotham, and the main reason you’re there is so Jason can kill the Joker.

“Jay, I still don’t think this is the best idea. We said that we were going to stay away from Batman, not antagonize him”

“I am in pain right now, Y/N. Can you patch me up and save the lecturing for later” Jason gingerly lays down along the couch as you pull out the first aid kit, “And plus, it’s not like I went looking for him! He and Dickhead attacked me!”

“Language, Jason. You know Y/N does not like it when you swear around me” Damian quietly closes his book and surveys the damage done to the only fatherly figure in his life, “I could kill them for you”

“Listen, kid, if I couldn’t take them, then you couldn’t take them” Jason hisses as you pour alcohol over one of his cuts, “And plus, Y/N doesn’t want you to go out while we’re in Gotham. Batman might find you”

Damian rolls his eyes, “I do not care about Bruce Wayne or Batman. He does not even know I exist. I do not need a father; I already have one”

“Aw, Dami, you’re gonna make me choke up!”

The ten-year-old scoffs, “I made my choice many years ago. You two are the only family I need. My father does not know of my existence, my mother never tried to contact me after sending me away, and my grandfather is constantly trying to kill me”

“We love you too, Damian. We can go out tomorrow night if you want, Jason will be resting” You throw a glare at Jason who just holds up his hands and grins.

“Whatever you want, sweetheart. Just as long as you bring back some tacos from that truck on 17th, the owner likes you more than me.”

Damian grins, “Of course, they have the best vegetarian tacos”

--

Damian, as always, is eager to put on his mask and hit the rooftops. Unlike Jason whose main goal is to cause chaos and keep all the focus on him, you and Damian are meant to stay under the radar, to gather as much information as possible.

“Stay low, stay quiet. Do not draw attention to yourself. If we are found, you hide, I will handle it. Understand, Shadow?” Being in the field without a voice is dangerous, it means if you get in trouble the only way someone can find you is if they can hear you whistle or follow the tracker that only Jason and Damian have access to.

“I know, ‘Gale. I will be careful, Batman will not even know I am in the city, I swear”

“Good. Now, let’s go before Jason comes with us” Jason chuckles from his seat on the couch and flips you the bird.

--

“The city is quiet tonight.” You glance over at Damian to see him perched slightly under one of the many gargoyles, trying to get out of the rain. “It does not seem as foul on nights such as this”

You snort, “Now that you said that, something is going to happen. Besides, I thought I told you to go home. You’ll get sick”

“I will not get sick from rain.”

Before you can reply, three figures land one a nearby building. Barely moving, you send a quick sign to Damian, one of the first words you had taught him, “Hide”

Immediately Damian slips further into the shadows, his much smaller body easy sliding between the stone structures. It takes almost 20-minutes for Batman, Robin, and Nightwing to finally leave, and another 15 for you to be sure they’re gone. “Come out, it’s safe”

“I hate this city. I hate that Jason feels the need to seek revenge and torment your former family. Why didn’t you and I wait for him elsewhere, like we had planned? Seeing them terrifies you, and that makes me hate them”

“I chose to come here with Jason. He needs us to keep him sane, and this city drives people insane much faster than most. When we lived on the streets together as children, Jason and I promised to always stay together, no matter what. We are here to protect Jason and to help him, little prince, that is what we chose to do as a family”

Damian lets out another sigh, “Fine, but as long as we’re in the city I want to fight Robin at least once, to prove that I am superior”

“Whatever you want. Now, let’s go mix up some trouble, I’m getting a little bored” You flash a bright smile at Damian and ruffle his wet hair.

“Sounds fun. I’ve been wanting to try out my knew knives”

“And then tacos. We can’t forget the tacos or Jason won’t let us hear the end of it”

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[gobydana]

I have a tumor (can be removed I'm not gonna die) and am quickly losing my hearing, but I'm struggling to learn sign language. Could you write Cass helping a younger batsis with ASL?

A/N: Fun fact: I actually learned ASL at my local community college in order to get some language credits at my university. So used some of that knowledge when writing this. 

- Batsis came to Cass because she knew she would be the best at teaching her. 

- Super patient teacher as batsis learned because it takes awhile. 

- Got her the chart with pictures for the letters and numbers in order to start. 

- Learned the best way was just to start practicing with conversation via ASL. 

- Taught her how people’s faces can give away a lot. 

- It’s okay to put your whole body into it. It’s not just about using your hands. 

- Adding expression with what you say can change a whole meaning.

- Sometimes it is just reading a story through ASL like a simple children’s book. 

- Or having batsis repeat her day to her. 

- One day, Alfred came into the kitchen to find Cass holding up random food items that batsis would have to sign back to her. 

- Cass stressing going slow at first. Knowing how hard it is when people go fast and you can’t follow. 

- Like might take her a bit to sign a sentence and stops a bit. But Cass so happy she can do a whole sentence.

- Batsis getting super excited when she can do a whole sentence. 

- Lots of random pointing at things and making her sign it back. 

- Making the family help out and carry on conversations on with her in ASL. 

- Letting her use the books with pictures on how to sign things for as long as she needs. Wants her to be comfortable. 

- Lots of reassuring smiles. 

- Fixing her hands when she is learning. 

- Typically does more one on one until she is comfortable with more people. 

- Judges by how she is, on how much they take on each day. When she can tell she is getting frustrated, will go slower. 

- FInds games are a great method to use. Makes it more fun for batsis. 

[dreadhaus-literature]

“Evidence.”

“Guys...don’t panic but...I think we’re in Silent Hill.”

All heads in the party swiveled toward Michael “Booster Gold” Carter, who was looking around the horrifying landscape with his mouth agape. Beside him, Wade “Deadpool” Wilson had a matching expression, visible under his mask, but the duo that made up “DeadGold” or “Boosterpool” or “DeadBooster” or “PoolGold” (arguably the dumbest out of all the name combinations based on a Haus poll that nearly broke the network in everyone’s rush to condemn it) were the only two who didn’t seem to know this was the intended place to be.

Tony “Iron Man” Stark was looking between the two besties with his trademark “you’re an idiot” face, his square jaw tightening for a moment or two before he spoke.

“Yeah, what was your first piece of evidence to that, Booster, was it the giant fucking sign to our right?” Tony didn’t miss a beat. “And why the hell are you two here, again?”

“Because, Daddy-in-law, Mommi’s here!” Wade threw his gloved hands up with a squeal of unbridled excitement.

Tony’s lip all but curled. “I’ve told you about calling me that--”

“Can you be my Daddy-in-law, too?” Michael cut in. “I’ll marry one of your other sons if you want to make it like, really official. Or would marrying Wade be enough--”

“Mikey~” Wade all but purred. “If you want to propose to me you’ve got to do it on both knees, holding one of my hands and one of Mommi’s hands--”

“Touch her and I’m sending you two to the Otherworld.” Carol “Captain Marvel” Danvers was another member of this particular party, and she was giving Michael and Wade a look that said she meant what she said, but she shot Monica a grin and a wink when the smaller woman looked up at her.

“So this isn’t the Otherworld?” Michael looked around, unfamiliar with this particular place. Wade, on the other hand, was not. He’s irritated Alessa enough to be sent here before.

“Nopey nope, this is the Smog World.”

...But apparently that still wasn’t enough for him to actually learn something.

“Fog World,” Monica corrected gently, unable to help looking away when Wade turned the full brunt of his suffocating attention on her.

“Oh Mommi you’re so smart!” Wade threw his heavily muscled arms around her petite shoulders, nuzzling his masked cheek against hers.

“What did I tell you about touching her?” Carol cut in, half-joking, but it was Tony who pinched Wade’s masked ear between two of his fingers and hauled him off Monica.

“Move it, buddy, I need to get started with the reason we’re all here.” Tony didn’t add it was because he was selfish and every time someone touched Monica who wasn’t him (or best buddy Al or Batsy Bruce) he got prickly.

“Why are we here?” Monica asked. “I was joking when I told Dottie I’d want to tackle Silent Hill if I got a kiddie version of it. I don’t really need to tame Silent Hill. I’d be okay if I didn’t.”

Tony’s smile reached his eyes listening to Monica speak and he couldn’t resist pressing a kiss to her forehead as he attached something similar to his glowing arc reactor to the front of her shirt with careful, loving fingers. A Daddy’s mindful touch.

“I wanted to test the newest prototype for your Safety Suit,” Tony explained. “Carebear needs to be here because she keeps teasing me about how your suit isn’t very safe--”

“Ohmygod you call her Carebear?!” Michael looked between Tony and Carol with a boyish grin, blond hair bouncing. Wade had his gloved hands clasped to his cheek.

Carol slowly slid her gaze to Tony, who wasn’t looking at her but rather using nimble, calloused fingers to gingerly adjust the reactor on Monica’s chest. The fog was so dense around them it swirled between his fingers and despite the group standing so close together, occasionally visibility between them dipped and cast each other in ominous shadow. The Family was safe and together but the ambiance of Silent Hill couldn’t be ignored and Monica gave in to a little chill that was partly due to the ice of the fog (who knew fog could be so cold?) and partly because...they were in Silent Hill.

“I’m going to regret asking this, but...what does S.A.F.E.T.Y. stand for?” Carol slipped her leather jacket off after noticing Monica shiver, slipping it around her little’s petite shoulders. “Here you go, baby,” she murmured quietly, rubbing her hands up and down Monica’s arms to help bring some warmth back to her sun-kissed skin.

“T-Thank you, Carol.”

“Mommy,” Carol winked back, before Tony answered the first question--partly in an attempt to stop Carol flirting with Monica.

“Safely Affording Felina Effective Tranquility Yearly.”

Carol blinked, several times. “...What?”

“Okay, Spaceface, you come up with a better acronym for SAFETY.” Tony straightened up, giving absolutely zero time for Carol to do that--mostly because no one upstages Tony Stark, especially in front of his little girl. “I didn’t know a Safety Suit needed an acronym when what it does is in the title.”

“Well I mean it makes sense to me,” Michael cut in, scratching his head. “With the acronym you know it’s Felina’s safety suit. Like it’s supposed to keep her safe, not anyone else.”

Tony gestured with one hand toward Michael, but Carol was not impressed.

“You’re taking a Win from Wade’s best friend?”

Tony shrugged one broad shoulder. “I’ve taken one from Barton so what’s the difference?”

Carol laughed. “Fine, you got me there. So this suit is actually going to work?”

“T-The suits always work!!” Monica couldn’t help interject, giving her little arms a flap inside Carol’s jacket. “I’m just a wuss!”

“You’re not a wuss, angel.” Tony shook his dark head, giving her a charming smile. “But this way, Daddy gets to be the one to keep you safe. And to answer your ill-phrased question, Bestie, this suit works like a charm. She’ll be able to see and interact with the monsters she encounters but they won’t be able to see her to fuck with her.”

“Yeah, that was a huge problem with the last one.” Carol couldn’t help but jab at her best friend once more, who looked none too pleased about that.

“I’m going to ignore you’re making it sound like it’s my fault monsters act like monsters and just move on to the demonstration of Monica’s amazing new suit.” Tony reached out and tapped two fingers on the reactor secured to Monica’s chest and instantly, the same nanites that make up Tony’s trademark armor were sliding over Monica’s body like a warm hug, almost as if she had warm honey pouring over her. The helmet was the final touch and before the alloy faceplate slid over her, Tony leaned down and stole a kiss.

In a matter of seconds Monica was encased in her own Iron Armor (not the first she’s ever owned, Tony works on improvements to her Iron Armor all the time) but this particular prototype was exclusively for any horror realities and simulations Monica may find herself in, such as exploring the world of her Soma game. It resembled Tony’s armor in design (selfishly, possessively, he wanted anyone who saw her in it to know he’d made it for her) but fit her perfectly and was decorated in the most beautiful sea-sapphire blue. The reactor in her chest was shaped like the infinity symbol (what he knew to be her favorite) and within the helmet Monica was connected to JARVIS as well as her own GHOST AI, working in tandem to help keep her from being overloaded with information at any given moment.

“How’s it feel, honey?” Carol came around the front and as Monica turned to look at her, the interface put a little square around her face and began listing Carol’s name, stats, and threat level--which of course was at zero, since Carol would never hurt Monica.

“It feels good! Really cool--Daddy can I fly?!” Monica turned to Tony, who couldn’t help but laugh and nod.

“Of course. You’ve got my repulsor tech just like in your Armor.”

Michael and Wade, meanwhile, were ooo’ing and aww’ing as they walked in circles around Monica, all but fanboying at seeing their favorite girl looking like the badass super-villain she was, clad head to toe in armor that would protect her from any and all threats.

“So that’s why we’re here. We need to test the new tech against some monsters and where better than Silent Hill?” Tony looked up, though he wasn’t exactly sure how this worked. “Uh, Alessa? We’re ready, go ahead and start.”

It seemed the little girl was listening because as soon as Tony finished speaking, the air raid siren started up, screaming it’s fury as the fog rushed from around them as if a giant had taken a single, deep breath. The eerie light that seemed to come from nowhere and everywhere dissipated and was replaced by the darkest night any of them had seen, as if the giant had then swallowed them whole. The siren shrieked it’s outrage one final time before dying in the darkness and leaving stark silence in it’s wake...

...but that didn’t last long.

The sound of heavy flesh being dragged along asphalt reached the group’s ears and even inside her armor, the sound was a little unsettling to Monica’s ears. Out of the darkness directly in front of them came something that...resembled roadkill. It was mangled, bloody and oozing, and it’s limbs were at horrid angles as it dragged itself relentlessly forward--but it’s slow pace quickened as it “saw” them. Monica had no idea how, it didn’t seem to have a head, only limbs and a mangled body mass that would likely crush any of them if it connected with them. And it seemed to be barreling toward them like a runaway semi, further adhering itself to it’s “roadkill” imagery.

“All right sweetie, what’s the armor telling you about it?” Tony stepped a bit to the side, and as Monica continued to stare at the creature, the interface relayed information back to her.

“I-It’s called Carrion? I g-guess it’s like roadkill?” She swallowed thickly. “It’s danger level is listed as high, should--should we move?”

“No no, this is perfect. Tell the suit to activate stealth mode.”

Monica repeated the command and she overheard JARVIS’s confirmation, “Cloaking complete. You are now hidden, madam, and virtually undetectable.”

Monica turned to look at Tony. “JARVIS says I’m invisible? Am I--”

“WHOA MAMI YOU ARE INVISIBLE!” Michael exclaimed, and Wade was cheering.

Carol actually looked impressed. “Wow, Tone. This might actually work.”

“Yeah yeah I’m amazing and it’s about time everyone got on board with that,” Tony snagged Michael and Wade by the back of their shirts. “Come on, out of the way, I need to see if that thing can detect her at all and you idiots are in the way.”

“Pete says I am the way~”

“My son would never say that.”

“He does in my dreams.”

“It’s okay, Wade. I’ll say you’re the way.”

“Mikey have I told you that you’re my best friend--”

Monica had to bite her lip to stop the giggle as Carol literally knocked Wade and Michael’s heads together, the quad moving a little to the side of Monica, all eyes turning to the hulking mass that had been barreling down the road at them. As the group moved, it’s focus on Monica seemed to break and it slowed it’s pace down to it’s creeping crawl, heaving itself forward on broken, disjointed limbs as if trying to find her again--but to no avail. Even as it got close enough for Monica to reach out and touch (something she really didn’t want to do) it didn’t seem to know where she was and as she took a few steps back, she realized the shock absorption on her suit boots made her completely silent when she moved. Monica was safe as safe could be!

Which was a good thing, because despite all the safety precautions in place (and knowing Alessa would never let anything happen to her Mommi) Carol was still standing there with her sparkle fists at the ready to blast that thing into yet another dimension if something went wrong.

“Oh come on, Bestie, have a little faith in my designs.” Tony turned to Carol, gesturing at her hands. “It’s like you don’t believe in me at all.”

“Yeah, I’m not stroking your ego, Tony, that’s what the girls are for.”

“Uh, guys.” Michael tried to cut in.

“You could every once in a while. Even Al gives me compliments.”

“Good for Al, why didn’t you bring him?”

“Because I wanted to show you my suit worked!”

“Guys...” Wade tried this time.

Carol shook her blonde head. “I’ll be convinced it works when babygirl isn’t scared.”

“Yeah but if she never gets scared we’ll never get to hear her squeal again and who the hell wants that? No one, Carebear, no one wants that.”

“GUYS MAYBE NOW IS A GOOD TIME TO TELL US WE HAVE SAFETY SUITS TOO.” Michael finally started shouting to be heard, and when Tony turned to face him...he and Carol realized the monster, having lost sight of Monica, was now facing them. “BECAUSE IT LOOKS HANGRY.”

“Oh Daddy-in-law~ You did...pack us safety suits too, right?” Wade asked. “Because I didn’t bring my shooty-stabbies on this trip so a suit would be awesome right now.”

The creature let out an inhuman bellow of rage and started it’s charge, just in time for Tony to sheepishly say--

“I did specify the safety suit was just for Felina, right?”

[douxreviews]

Gotham - ‘The Beginning’ Review

Penguin: "I did not spend ten years in Blackgate to give my city to a man dressed like a bat!"

Me, watching the Gotham series finale and being confused that Gordon still doesn't have the iconic stache? It's more likely than you think.

If we're being honest, I could have watched a series finale that consisted of forty minutes featuring only Batman repeatedly foiling foolish and bumbling plots orchestrated by Penguin and Riddler, and walked away with zero complaints. Instead what we have is a suitcase-overstuffed-with-too-many-Tommy-Bahama-shirts of a plot that should have ran ninety minutes condensed into forty minutes. And yet, dare I say, I actually enjoyed this finale for what it was. It's flawed, contrived in some areas, and possesses a plot so convoluted, Donnie Darko is jealous, but I didn't walk away from the conclusion to Gotham feeling I had been cheated of something. But maybe that's just me coming to terms with the fact that no amount of time-jumps or finality are going to salvage the aspects of Gotham that are poor in quality.

The time-jump takes us ten years into the future, long after Gordon has been promoted and Bruce has left Gotham City. It's beyond me why this series chose to make such a drastic time-jump though, yet keep most of their cast members looking like they haven't aged a day. What's that? Oh right, how could I forget: they threw some purple hair dye in Lee's locks, now I can rest easy with that gripe.

Why Bruce went to a Tibetan-looking village specifically, we don't know, but something-something-bats happens, and he returns to his home city with a mission to drive out any trace of criminal activity he comes across, putting him on the radar of the mayor and the GCPD. At the same time, Jeremiah puts into motion a plot that for some reason needs to involve his escape from Arkham, Penguin, Riddler, the framing of Bullock for murder (I guess nobody bothered to dust the handgun that the victim – not Bullock – shot himself with for fingerprints?), and an immense collection of explosives to topple the new Wayne Tower. While Gotham has always had difficulties finding a consistent identity, it has mostly always walked a fine line between 'gritty' and 'campy,' and this is especially evident and welcomed in this finale, with certain sequences paying homage to the Year One comic, and others feeling like they were pulled right off of a Adam West Batman reel. I will also point out how the cinematography in this finale nicely contrasts the dark, dulled colors of everything before in Season 5, by giving us many vibrant, energetic scenes instead.

Another nice advantage a finale like this has compared to literally the entire series before it is that Gotham no longer needs to feel obligated to insert various easter eggs and set-ups for future characters; rather, it's allowed to take the cast it's been guiding towards their fated roles, and just allow them to be that. In other words, Gotham had freedom in this episode to do really whatever it wanted with the story now that there was no need for any further world-building, even if that story is borderline nonsensical at times.

I'm not sure yet even as I write this how I feel about David Mazouz and Camren Bicondova not returning to reprise their respective roles. Lili Simmons is fine as an older Selina and the resemblance between her and Camren is actually a little uncanny, but I can't imagine how much of a sucker punch it must feel to play so brilliantly the part of Bruce Wayne or Selina Kyle for five years and then learn that you won't even get a chance to put on the Batman-suit (which has this aesthetic to it that summoned some unpleasant memories of Batman and Robin) or Catwoman-costume when the finale is all said and done.

While we're on the subject of costumes, I have to give praise for Cory and Robin, and their input into the final designs for Riddler and Penguin; Riddler's outfit feels like a nice fusion of the spandex suit from Batman Forever, and the more formal wear from the Arkhamverse games, while Penguin's feels like it was inspired directly by the Burgess Meredith outfit. Perhaps issue may be taken with the fact that they may not seem as intellectually apt as before, or that Batsy got the best of them so quickly, but isn't that the whole point? From here on out, the feeling of being curbed by Batman's grappling hook is going to become practically routine for them. A service is done to the term 'callback' as well with Penguin and Gordon's scene on the docks, one I just wished hadn't been spelled out previously in the trailers, and Penguin's decision to taunt Gordon before pulling his trigger, evoking Riddler's words to him back in 'Heavydirtysoul': "Instead of killing me when you had the chance, you've decided to feed your ego."

I wasn't sold immediately on Jeremiah's final look as Joker from the promotional material. If I may be blunt, I miss the green curls, and scrutinized for days leading up to this finale over why the costume designers found inspiration for this look in The Walking Dead's whisperers. Cameron Monaghan though, in the precious five minutes of screen time he's given, succeeds in making Joker (or 'J' as he's now referring to himself as) once again feel like a distinct entity separate from Jerome or Jeremiah, as well as from previous live-action interpretations of the source material. It almost sounded as though he was channeling a Christopher Walken caricature, and the indication that he may find Batman just as, or even more, fascinating to obsess over as Bruce is pretty amusing to me. I'm not sure I understand even in reflection why he needed to frame Bullock as part of his whole operation though. It's in Bullock too where one of my major gripes with this episode lies, and it is how Bullock just feels more now as a plot point used to move other components of the story along. For example, why on Earth would an experienced detective like Bullock go alone to investigate a lead, how on Earth could an experienced detective like Bullock single-handily be bested by a single uppercut from around a corner, and I don't believe that an experienced detective like Bullock would keep the fact that someone set him up from Gordon of all people.

The actual execution of how to sell Batman in a finale like this is a tricky thing. On the one hand, I initially entertained this notion that Batman is never completely seen, but still his presence is felt. By the end though, what was also felt was that this episode seemed to be going out of its way to not show you the dark knight. Take for instance the final scene between him and Selina where Selina has her outburst, denouncing Bruce for walking out on her ten years ago. In most cases, I would think this is the type of conversation that warrants a face-to-face interaction. Instead, Selina chooses to keep her back to Batman in a rather impractical manner so that we as the audience are forced to stay focused on her for the entire exchange.

At the end of it all, Season 5 of Gotham is quite frankly, all over the place, and for me, its entertainment value and quality never ended up topping 'Ruin' or '13 Stitches.' Too many subplots that ended up receiving no payoff in the end each scrambled for control anyway over the season's narrative, costing the audience opportunities to see further developments of Bruce's transition into Batman, why Selina ended up choosing to not leave the city with Oswald, the strange attachment Nygma had with his question mark playing card, and a supposed allusion to a comic the showrunners couldn't reveal the title of at the time because it would be considered too much a 'spoiler.' It is dispiriting that this is the note Gotham goes out on for me because I will in fact miss many of these characters and all of this cast as it's been clear for a while that each of the actors have been making the effort to go 110% with what they're given to work with. My final thoughts shouldn't suggest either that this is the verdict by which I'm forced to remember this series by, au contraire, I'd instead prefer to look back on Gotham and judge it by the chapters it was able to execute wonderfully, among which include 'Penguin's Umbrella,' 'Welcome Back, Jim Gordon,' 'This Ball of Mud and Meanness,' 'Mad Grey Dawn,' 'The Gentle Art of Making Enemies,' 'How the Riddler Got His Name,' 'The Primal Riddle,' 'Pax Penguina,' 'That Old Corpse,' and 'Ruin.'

When I get right down to it in its entirety, the closing words to Grand Canyon just about sum it up; "I think it's not all bad."

Aaron Studer loves spending his time reading, writing and defending the existence of cryptids because they can’t do it themselves.

[forthemultiverse]

A Siblings Trust - Batsis!Reader

Requested by Carleyviolingirl28 :

So I was wondering if I could do a request for a middle sibling Batsis type of one shot where she is so focused on missions and school and her responsibilities that she neglects her health (like not eating or sleeping enough) and her brothers don’t notice until she passes out on a mission or something? And could you please include their reactions and what they would do to help her? Thanks!

I’m not sure I followed the request exactly how you wanted me to, sorry, but I hope you like it. This was requested on Quotev and was an interesting change for me; I hope I did Batsis justice since I’ve never written that before. Also, I’ve just started posting these stories over on Wattpad as well as Quotev so if any of you like reading fics on there, *awkward finger guns* I use ForTheMultiverse as my username on there too <3<3

Request are open in case anyone else is wandering :D

You heard the alarm going off the first time. That didn’t mean you were going to listen to it or get up. Not that you didn’t want to get up, you knew you had to, or else you’d end up being late to school, but you also figured that Alfred would eventually come and get you after noticing you hadn’t eaten breakfast yet. When you were late for school, you decided it was Tim’s fault. He’d told Alfred you’d gone in early because he genuinely thought you had. Apparently, it was a believable thing for you to do.

You just about scrambled through the hallway without being seen by anyone, arriving as the bell rang, signalling the end of the second period. If you could slip into the crowd, then no one would question the fact you’d just arrived.

“You look like a mess.” Tim mused, spotting you straight away. He was a few months younger than you, meaning you were in the same school year and most of the same classes. “I covered for you by the way.”

“Why’d you tell Alfred I would already be at school?”

“You’ve left without me almost every day this half term, and I’ve always found you in the library once I’ve got here!” he defended and you stopped walking. He was right. You’d been getting up at four thirty every morning. "See!” he took your stunned face as him being right, and you let him.

“What time do you usually get up?”

“Like six? I do casework for an hour then get ready.” There was a fifteen-minute break after the second period so he could quickly catch you up on everything you’d missed you’d missed. 

“I get up so much earlier than you.”

“You go to bed before me though.” That only made you feel worse. You had to get up early to work on cases because you knew Tim was smarter than you. He would figure everything out if you didn’t work harder. If Tim stayed up later than you, he was getting the same amount of sleep as you but doing so much better than you were. He wasn't oversleeping or accidentally ditching school. He was coping. 

“True…”

“Are you okay? You can go home, take the day off, I’ll get your work for you if you’re too tired?”

“I’m fine,”

“Fine?”

“Great.” Everyone knew that 'fine' never meant fine. 

“Promise?”

“If you’re okay, I’m okay.” you nodded, he was scanning you for weakness, and you weren’t going to let him find any. If he wasn’t oversleeping, neither were you. “Promise.”

“M’kay…” he handed over a few sheets of paper for you to start filling in. He was technically your brother, and you loved him like blood family, but you couldn't bring yourself to say that you needed help. Your family was all about survival, and that's what you were doing. 

Sadly, you couldn’t just zone out for the rest of the day to rest; you needed to help your youngest brother out. Damian didn’t like to ask for help, so you didn’t let him. You just saw Robin in trouble over lunch so disappeared from your friends to suit up. He’d probably be rude to you, but he was family, and you could see him struggling through the live video on your phone.

“What’s happening?” you asked through the comms

“White van has money in it, and the black van is shooting at me.”

“You get the money; I’ll distract.”

“I can do it on my own,” he growled as you appeared around the corner and swung from lamppost to lamppost. 

“You don’t have to though.”

You got yourself ahead of the black van. Jumping over incoming bullets to land on the front - terrifying the driver and stopping the fire for a moment as one of the gunmen clambered into the seat and tried to hit you. Damian took the help and disappeared into the shadows. Maybe you should have given Damian the harder job; he was fully awake while you were off your game. But he was your younger brother, whether he admitted it or not, and as an older sibling, it was your job to protect him. No matter how much slower you were moving, or how sloppy your attacks were - you needed to defend him. 

The bullet missed you because Damian was quick-footed, and watching your back from his takedown. You moved forward, onto the van roof. Tossing one Batarang into the glass and kicking a smoke bomb through the gap. The van swerved across the road, turning fast as it lost control. You tried to keep your balance, but your feet were sliding backwards as it hit the lamppost. The grip on your feet held you on the edge of the van, but bullets were flying everywhere. You ducked and kicked one of the guys as he stopped to rub his eyes. One down. The others weren't so stupid, managing to fire randomly, knowing they'd cause some kind of damage even if they didn't hit you, hoping they'd take a few civilians down before the police arrived. They wanted to make a point, and you couldn't think fast enough to stop them. The gunfire made your ears ring. The second Batarang left your hand, no real aim but managing to knock two guns to the floor before returning to your side - and you sent it straight into the smoke again. No clue what else todo

The smoke started to clear, and a stray bullet was a metre away from hitting you in the stomach. You froze. The first time you'd ever been entirely unable to move. You were tired and unprepared for the entire fight. Your brain raced over how you should have told Tim to go; you should have let Damian deal with this. You didn't need to be here. No one had called you into action. Your stupid sibling override was going to get you shot.

Something wrapped around your leg and pulled, slamming you into the broken van roof, and out of harm’s way.

“The Police have the money, let’s get out of here before you freeze again,” Damian snarled as he released your ankle. 

You both got onto a roof when he finally said something.

“You don’t look good.”

“Whatever, wannabe Bruce.”

“You look tired and old.”

“And why do you care?”

“I don’t!”

“Awe! Do you care about me really, Damian? Do you not like it when other people try to hurt me?” you spoke with a baby voice and grabbed his cheeks, “Is the baby growing up?”

“I’m not a baby.”

“You’re like eight, that’s a baby.”

“I’m eleven!” he yelled

“What’s that? Six?”

“Maybe you're not sloppy; maybe you’re just unskilled, wouldn’t surprise me.”

“I was trained by Batman.”

“And he obviously didn’t care enough to train you well.”

“Don’t make me hurt you,”

“You couldn’t if you tried, maybe I should’ve let you take the bullet to teach you a lesson. Don’t think I’ve ever seen someone move as slow as you were.”

“Screw off Dami.”

“Tssk!” he stormed off, and you jumped off the roof to return to school, knowing you’d missed the start of your next class and won’t be able to get into the classroom until it’s over. 

“Something is wrong with (Y/N)!” Damian announced as he walked into Dick’s apartment. Dick screamed a dropped his cereal bowl, not expecting anyone to come over that day. 

“Learn to knock!”

“You should always be ready for an attack.” Damian shrugged.

“Not on my day off!” He grabbed a shirt and tried to shuffle some of the sprawled clothes out of Damian’s view. He didn’t need to know Babs had only recently left. 

“You’re lifestyle has gone downhill.” Damian judged, “You are aware it’s midday, and you’re eating breakfast foods?”

“Cereal is for all times of the day.” Dick poured himself another bowl now his first one had gone on the floor, and joined his brother on the couch, “So, (Y/N)?”

“She overslept, her fighting was sloppy, she almost got shot, and something’s wrong.”

“And why do you care?” Dick felt pride in his chest, Damian did care about his siblings. “Are you warming up to the family?”

“No! I just don’t want her to ruin a mission!”

“Sure. If you’re concerned, why don’t you just talk to her?”

“She said I was eight and made fun of me.”

“She’s your sister, of course, she’s going to tease you, that’s sibling culture.”

“Then why am I told off for doing it?”

“Because you’re harsh and mean, she’s teasing in love; you can tell the difference by the tone of voice. You want to try talking to her again?” Damian scowled and shook his head. Talking to you again might make you think he cares, “So you want me to try?"

“You’re the oldest.”

“Go it.” Dick winked and waved him out of his apartment.

When Dick found you later that day, he was in civilian gear and offering to buy coffee. Tim had some club after school, so the two of you just drove to the nearest cafe. Dick was known to just randomly show up and do something he dubbed ‘Sibling Bonding’, so you didn’t think it was strange.

“How’s your day gone? Mine’s been good, I’ve had a day off, it’s always nice to have a day off and just catch up on sleep and stuff. It’s relaxing, don’t you think?”

That raised a red flag for you. Dick could be very subtle when he wanted to, but he was trying to cut to the chase without pissing you off.

“I’m fine, and I told Tim that, so if he sent you in, I appreciate the free coffee, but I’m honestly fine.”

“Tim didn’t send me, if Tim had sent me a message, I would have told him to trust you and been a whole lot more subtle.”

“Alfred?”

“I spoke to him, but only after Damian asked me to talk to you.”

“Damian?” you were shocked, the little monster was your annoying younger brother and a living nightmare. He may have saved you ass earlier, but you didn’t think him as the type to go to Dick worried about you. That was a you move. You looked out for your family.

“I’m your brother (Y/N), you can talk to me, and you can talk to him. If you just speak to him like an adult, he won’t be mean. He doesn’t try to be an asshole, and he does care really.”

“Very deep down.” you rolled your eyes.

“Very very deep down, but I’ve seen the nicer side.”

“I’m fine.”

“If Tim already to spoke to you, Damian came to me, and Alfred seems pretty concerned, I think that means you need to take a break.”

“Think about it yourself; someone was telling you that you’re tired, but who knows your body best?”

“I do.”

“Exactly, I know my body, I may look tired, but I’m not.”

“Oversleeping this morning?”

“I told Tim to wake me up! That was his sleep-deprived ass forgetting!” You lied a little. You didn’t want to admit you were weaker than your brothers. You all had the same schedule, you all worked hard, but you always felt like you were lagging behind. You could understand why Barbara had quit being Batgirl. It’s sad to realise you can’t actually help out as much as someone else. But you weren’t going to quit. You couldn’t. You’d be letting them all down, it would mean you’d wasted so much of your life to train for no reason. It would mean they were out there, risking their lives and you wouldn't be able to help them is they ended up in a dangerous situation. You’d drive yourself mad - staying up as late as you could while trying to maintain your grade average trying to solve cases and do homework and workout and keep up with Tim and stay ahead of Damian and not let Bruce down. You would be the first one out of bed each morning, first into costume if someone was needed on the field. You would work twice as hard as the boys, and you wouldn’t quit. You couldn’t let them see you as weaker than them, and you wouldn't let them be out there without you. Not a chance. 

“Okay, you do know your body, but if you have another bullet scare like today, I’m going to Bruce, and you’re taking at least a weak to rest.”

“Come on!”

“That’s nice, that’s me being a good big brother and trusting you.” You nodded, but you couldn’t help but roll your eyes as he lifted his hand for a high-five “Family? What would you do if you were in my position?”

“Family.” you groaned and gave him the high-five, deliberately not answering the second question. You'd make sure siblings were okay; you'd make them rest. You wouldn't trust them the way Dick did.

You made it through the week, focusing on keeping your body going and not slipping up. You weren’t going to let Dick go to Bruce, and you weren’t going to take a day off. But everyone met for a change of patrol a week later, and you were sitting on the edge of the rooftop. You were rubbing your eyes and wishing you had coffee to wake you up. You hadn’t had time to grab anything to eat before heading out to meet everyone, and you were supposed to take over from Damian. You couldn’t let him stay out any later since he was still younger. You just hoped you could talk Dick into making a Fast food run or something.

“Who’s here?” Tim asked, landing last. 

“Everyone but you,” Damian smirked, and Tim stuck his tongue out.

“Up (Y/S/N), you and me can take West High Street, Red Robin and Spoiler, use Wayne Enterprises as your base, Orphan and Signal can use here, Robin’s been patrolling all afternoon so he can head home and rest, Batgirl will be joining us later.”

As you stood up, your head was light, all the blood rushing to it. Your vision went, and you felt yourself trip back. Luckily Cass caught you before you fell off the roof.

When you woke up, you were lying on your bed, Dick asleep in the chair by the door. As you moved, he shot awake. All of his nerves and senses awake.

“(Y/N)! Thank god you’re okay.”

“I was always fine.”

“You passed out from standing off; you nearly fell off the roof.”

“None of you would’ve let that happen.” You shrugged, trying to get out of bed. He jumped forward and held the duvet down.

“Cass caught you, and you are not getting up.”

“How long have I been out?”

“A few hours,”

“Then there’s still time to get out there and help.”

“Not a chance.”

“Cass caught me; I’m not hurt. I can patrol. I know I’m fine.”

“I trusted you last week. We all trusted you! You said you were fine last week. You aren’t leaving this bed for a day at least.”

“You can’t force me to stay here.”

“Yes, I can.”

“Let me out!”

“I’m your brother, and I trusted when you said you were fine and you almost fell off the roof because you stood up. There is no way you’re getting out of this bed. Tim trusted you, Damian trusted my judgement.”

You noticed something different in Dick’s face. He was tense, and he suddenly seemed a lot older than you usually thought of him as. He was your brother, one of you guys, you forgot that he’d been doing this superhero thing a lot longer than you. He’d been the first. Your lies had made him trust you, and you’d almost gotten hurt. His decision could have got you hurt. Your choices made him feel guilty, which made you feel guilty - which of course you deserved to feel.

“Dick…” you whispered, “I was just doing what you all do. You all stay up as late, work hard, I’m just working harder to try and keep up. Trying to protect the others...”

“You don’t have to be me! You actually have the joy of not being me, the only one, the first Robin. There are so many of us that we always have someone spare for patrol. You could’ve just taken the night off.”

“But what if you all realised you didn’t need me at all!”

“You're our sister, blood or not; we’re always going to need you, mask on or off.”

“Wait, you’re trying to keep up?” Tim pushed the door open; he’d been eavesdropping the entire time.

“See! He now thinks lower of me!”

“I don’t think you’re less!” Tim shook his head and rushed towards the bed. He’d just finished patrol. “I want you to be healthy. I’m not healthy, that’s why I noticed. I set six alarms to make sure I wake up in the morning, one of them makes me coffee, so I don’t even have to move without caffeine in my system. I didn’t want you to be like me.”

“You’re the younger one, I should be setting the example,” you complained, flopping into your pillow. 

“This is my fault.” He muttered, “If I wasn’t always trying to prove myself and be as good as you…” he was freaking out and ran out of the room, coming back in a few minutes with one of his coffee alarm clocks.

“No, Tim.” Dick made him take it from you, even though you clapped your hands and tried to grab it. “She needs rest, not a way to stay awake. Actually no, I’m taking that. You need sleep too, both of you are on bed rest until further notice.” 

“Coming from you, you don’t sleep either!” You pointed out as Dick disappeared to take Tim’s coffee supply away. 

“Yeah, because I got into the habit and adapted at a young age. I was the only one, remember.”

“I know, you said it like five seconds ago.” Dick snorted at your comment, and that made you feel better. “The extended families so big by now that no one should ever end up like this again.”

There was a long pause in the conversation as all three of you thought about that. From Kate to Duke to Carrie and Harper and the Fox Family. There was an awful lot of people running around Gotham nowadays. You had been so concerned about making sure Damian wasn’t going to get hurt that you’d almost been shot, you’d been so concerned about making sure you weren’t left behind whilst your brothers were in danger that you nearly fell off a roof. Damian had gone to Dick, which meant he was looking out for you - just in his own socially inept way. 

“How does it feel to have started all of this?” You asked.

“If it's the reason you guys are collapsing, I'm not very proud…”

“I’m sorry.”

“I know, but as your brother, you should be able to tell me the stuff you can’t tell Bruce, you can admit you’re tired or need a break, or trying to balance too much. Siblings support each other. We're a family, so we help each other - whether that's by making you sleep, or pushing you away from gunfire, none of us have to do this alone anymore.”

“Where’s Jason at right now?” you asked out of interest.

“He came back to help cover patrol for a bit so we can all have a break, he’s joining us tomorrow night.”

“Seriously?” you sat up straighter. It was going to be the first time in a long while that all your brothers were in the same house. 

“(Y/N)?” Damian opened the door carrying a bowl of popcorn, “I could hear all the noise through the rest of the house so thought you might like some popcorn.”

“Thank you?” You took the bowl from him, and he disappeared quicker than he had appeared. He really didn’t know how to handle being a brother and you immediately wanted to mother him. 

“Told you he cared.” Dick smiled, grabbing Tim as he tried to sneak out.

“You’re benched too.”

“Not fair.”

“Not making the same mistake twice.” Dick mused, taking a fistful of popcorn, “Disney movies all day tomorrow? I’m taking the day off, follow my example?”

“You’re the oldest, so I guess,” you said, smiling and trying to sound as irritated as possible. Dick was doing what you would do, but with the heart, only he could have. All of your family had their way to show they cared, yours was working yourself senseless to protect them, but if they were taking tomorrow off too...you could rest. Everyone could relax. 

[addicted-to-dc]

Jason Todd/Red Hood X ArkhamKnight!Reader- Set Your Demons Free (Part 5)

Warning: Mentions of torture, descriptions of fighting, guns, swearing, etc.

Set Your Demons Free, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

The Cloudburst was finally released.  The criminals affected by Crane’s toxin could be seen tearing each other apart on the streets.  You had successfully completed one of the major parts of your plan, but you still had to be cautious.  Poison Ivy was using her abilities to remove the toxin from the air, but you would do your worst to prevent Batman from winning.  

Make him pay, (Y/N), make him pay for throwing your life away and ending Jason’s.  Batman replaced you, tossing you aside to get the newer model!

You wouldn’t let him win, you wouldn’t let him ruin your life once again.  Deathstroke had provided almost everything you needed to complete the rest of your plan, but what you needed right now was the drill.  It was a very expensive piece of machinery, but it was necessary to deal with Batman.  Swinging the keys around your finger as you walked towards the drill, you climbed into the cockpit and shut the door.  Placing the keys in the ignition, you started the machine and located where the Batmobile was on your mask screen.  It was simple really, Batman may think that he’s untouchable, untraceable, but you knew every little secret that he kept away from the rest of the villains that went up against him.  Villain, you scoffed at the word.  There were no heroes or villains in the world, there are differing points of view that are either rejected or accepted by society.  

“Knight,” Crane said through a secured comm, “have you dealt with Batman’s current interest in plants?”

“I’m in the drill now,” you answered, halting the drill’s movement.  “I have two minutes until Batman reaches the location.”

“Good,” he stated.  “I will contact you when you are needed, Knight.”

“Knight out,” you said, ending the conversation.

Watching the red dot moving steadily towards your location, you gripped onto the controls and waited for him to arrive.  As soon as the dot went past your position, you made the drill go up, breaking through the concrete.  

“I did ask if it came in black, but then I thought, you’d just get all jealous.  Plus, the paint job was a little over budget.”  Flipping a few switches above you and activating the drills.  “You didn’t think I was gone, did you?  No, you knew better.  You get knocked down, you pick yourself up again.  See, I learned that from an old friend,” you spat, surging forward.

Batman quickly turned the Batmobile around, speeding away from you through the tunnel while avoiding road block and hitting construction signs.  You continued to shred through them until the drill met with explosives, forcing you to stop.  Grunting, you watched as rocks crumbled in front of you and blocked your vision.  Screaming in frustration, you flipped and pressed numerous controls, not allowing yourself to be beaten.

“You can’t stop me!  You’re going to die down here, forgotten,” you hissed, redirecting your vehicle until it drilled into the tunnel.

Surging forward when you saw the Batmobile, you tore through the rocks and concrete around you, “Stop running and fight me!”  Shouting in frustration once again, you forced the vehicle to go forward, not giving Batman the chance to leave without losing something.  “No way out,” you shouted, cornering him.  “I did it, done what no one else could.  All these years, all your enemies, but none of them understands you like I do.  You think Crane found Oracle on his own?  I’m the one who told him about Barbara.  Me!  I told you I knew everything about you, didn’t I?  Don’t worry, Bruce, I kept some secrets to myself.”

You rushed the drill further into the corner, barely missing Batman as you crushed his precious Batmobile.  Pulling back, you watched as the pieces scrambled onto the floor before leaving Batman to run like the coward he was.  Next time, you thought, next time I’ll end you.

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Watching as Batman took down your men one by one, you waited silently for your final chance to end him.  Gordon was the perfect bait, drawing Batman in like an insect to a light.  Of course he would agree to do anything to save his daughter, even kill the man he had worked with for years.  Just as your last man was defeated, you jumped down from the rafters, aiming your gun at Batman’s head.

“Turn around,” you ordered, watching as he backed away from Gordon, “now.”

“Who are you?” he asked, turning to face you.

“You really have no idea, do you, Bruce?” you questioned him, opening your mask to reveal your scarred face.

“(Y/N)?  But…. you’re dead,” he stated, obviously shocked.

“What’s the matter?  Lost for words?  I expected more… I’m hurt,” you seethed, walking closer to him.  “I thought coming back from the dead would be more dramatic.”

“Joker sent me the film…. I saw him kill you,” he claimed, making you scoff.

“Don’t you dare lie to me!” you screamed, “How long did it take you to kill Jason?  How long did you wait before replacing us?  A month?  A week?  I trusted you…. And you just left me to die!”

“That’s not what happened,” he insisted, not making a move to fight you yet.

“You always told me, Bruce… focus on what I want to achieve… and it’ll happen.  Well, you want to know what I want now, huh?” you asked, shoving your gun against his chin.  “I want you dead.”

Bruce headbutted your mask, making you stagger back.  Growling, you pulled out your guns and fired.  Looking around, you searched for him, but you knew he was hiding, waiting to take you down.

“You can’t hide from me! I will hunt you down!” you yelled, combining your two guns into a sniper and removed the shattered part of your helmet.  “Five goddamn years I have waited, and now you’re going to pay!”

Pressing the switch, your helmet hid your face once again, but with a vibrant black mask.  Grasping your grappling gun, you took a sniping position and searched for Bruce, ready to finally kill the man who did this to you.

“It was all about you, what Joker did.  He ruined me to spite you!” you shouted, firing a few rounds in his direction.  “Just because I was a pawn in your little game!”

When you lost him, he grappled up to you and grabbed your gun, “(Y/N), I can help you!”

Oh, look! There’s Batman now! Ha! I got you there, didn’t I.  I told you, (Y/N), he’s not coming anytime soon.  Think about that, let it stew inside you until you realize that your Batman used you until you were no longer needed.

“There’s no helping me!” you roared, firing the sniper and falling off of the ledge, disappearing into the next room under the smoke bomb you used.

Searching the new room, you watched cautiously as your men were taken down one by one.  Growling, you were able to get a few shots on him before he disappeared once again.

“I was just a kid, grieving for the loss of my father!” you screamed, firing more times at him.  “You turned me into a soldier, sent me to war!”

“Joker got to you!” Bruce shouted after he grappled in front of you, “I know what it’s like!”

You wouldn’t believe who I saw today!  Good ol’ Batsy was prancing around with your replacement.  He is an ugly one for sure, who shaves their head like that?

“Don’t pretend to understand!” you screamed, activating another smoke screen to escape into the next room.  “You’re no hero. No savier.  You failed me, and now you’re gonna fail Gotham the same way!”

Before you could shoot him, he grappled to your position once again, pushing the gun flat against your chest, “Stand down, (Y/H/N)!”

Since he hasn’t come here to save you yet, I’ve been thinking about this for so long.  Just imagine it!  The Joker and (Y/N) prancing around Gotham, causing so much discord and mayhem!  I know, it still has to go through the editing process, but it’s a pretty good start!

“Don’t call me that!  That’s not who I am!”  you said while headbutting him, flipping over him and disappearing under another smokescreen.  “I’m not afraid of you, Bruce.  You’re not a legend to me!”

Without any warning, Bruce shot up to your position and knocked the gun from your hands.  You went to punch him, but he beat you to it, forcing you against the wall.  As you were recovering, he pushed you against it, tearing the Arkham symbol, your symbol, from your chest.

“You’re (Y/H/N), (Y/N).  You’re not what he made you!”

Do you really think he cared for you?  Nightwing was lucky to escape him, but you and Jason couldn’t.  Well, Jason used the afterlife to escape him, and you’re with me now!  You belong to me! Mine, mine, mine, mine!

You forced him away from you, “Stop!  Stop talking to me!”

Tackling him off of the platform, you landed on your back, your helmet malfunctioning and covered in cracks.  Bruce climbed over you, raising a fist, but hesitated.  He stood up, taking a few steps away from you.

“You did this to me!” you wailed, barely able to push yourself off from the ground.

“I’m sorry,” he apologized.

“You left me to rot in that abandoned wing of Arkham… for over a year.. with him,” you whimpered and aimed your pistol at him, your finger itching to pull the trigger.  “Endless physical and mental torture for over a year, and where were you?”

“It’s not too late,  We can fix this…. Together,” Bruce stated, holding out him hand.

Letting the gun drop from your hand, you looked down, not able to accept his offer, “I can’t.”  Tears fell from your eyes as he walked away, contacting Alfred.

“Alfred, it��s… I’ve found (Y/N).”

Looking up, you watched as Alfred appeared on the screen.  He was the one who took you under his wing, the one who made you feel loved again.  Unable to let him see you like this, you left.  Once you ran out of the building, you grappled away, unable to stop the tears from falling.  You failed, you failed doing the one task that had been the reason you were still alive, the reason why Joker tortured you.  Knowing this, you couldn’t face Crane.  He would kill you, make you experience the fears you tried to shove in the back of your head. Stumbling onto a building’s roof, you collapsed and tore your broken mask off, finally letting yourself cry after five years.

[maryenette-writes]

Imperfect Pt. 5 [Batsis]

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A/N: And after 1000000000000000000 years....

Pairing: Tim Drake x Sister!Reader

Warnings: Nothing much

Word Count: 1390

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9

MASTERLIST

Tim knew there were things in this universe that were facts. The Earth was round, the planets circle around the sun, the grass was green and the sky was blue. Jason was an asshole and Damian was the spawn of the devil himself.

He also knew for a fact that [F/N] was completely and utterly hopeless and they couldn’t do anything to help her get out of her unhealthy lifestyle… or at least, he thought he knew that it was a fact. It turned out that this ‘fact’ was a complete lie for [F/N] had as much skills as anyone in the family. She wasn’t to be underestimated. After all, she fooled everyone, a family of the world’s greatest detectives.

He stared at his older sister type away on the Batcomputer, accessing the CIA database using her clearance level. While Bruce and the others were hunting down the people who had attacked [F/N] that night Jason found her, Tim was tasked with looking after his sister, who was under house arrest until it was safe for her. Tim hid it well, but he was incredibly impressed and shocked by her abilities. This level of access was a level even he couldn’t hack into, so to see the amount of information in it was fascinating to say the least.

[F/N] pulled up several files of terrorists and more on different terrorist groups, examining each of them carefully. He could imagine the gears turning in her head. She was so focused on her work, it contrasted greatly with the sister he knew before. He wondered if she was some clone or something like that, and it was a real possibility because she just seemed too different. Someone couldn’t just change like that.

“This…” [F/N] murmured, scanning the words on the screen, “no, this can’t be done, not here. They’ll definitely track us.”

“Track?” Tim repeated, alarmed. “That’s impossible, this system--”

“You underestimate the CIA, Tim.” [F/N] cut him off sharply, “they’re on par with each of you. Don’t be careless.”

Tim swallowed and nodded, slightly fearing his sister. She was scary when she was serious, but that could be due to never seeing her like this before. It was strange and foreign. He had no idea who she was and that scared him.

“Dick, pass me my phone.” [F/N] ordered, reaching her hand out. Dick nodded solemnly and passed the phone to her, not wanting to disobey her.

He scooted a little closer to Tim. “She’s frightening when she’s working.” Tim muttered.

“She works in the CIA, it shouldn’t come as a surprise.” Dick responded.

“Sorry… still getting used to this whole… agent [F/N] thing.” Tim sighed. He wasn’t as close to [F/N] as Dick or Jason, he didn’t know her before her ‘wild party animal’ phase. Dick stated she went off the rails after Jason’s death, but they always used to reminisce about the old [F/N], the selfless, kind and outgoing girl whom they loved dearly. He had found that hard to believe. To him, all [F/N] was, was an alcoholic drug addict and a complete trainwreck. The scandals she was involved in had been some of the worst in the history of humanity.

“Hey,” [F/N] spoke into her phone, her tone changing from hard to soft in mere seconds, “yeah it’s been awhile, sorry about that…. yeah, but I’m in Gotham City, not DC… no, I am--” she sighed and rubbed her eyes, “okay, fine, but I’m not paying--we’re going completely off topic. Look, I need you to do a favor, no questions asked… yes, you owe me a no questions asked.”

She paused for a bit, then continued, “3rd of July, last year, did you forget? Because I certainly haven’t.” she chuckled and shook her head, “yeah, that. Anyway, I need you to access the database, get me all the information on recent terrorist activities from our intel and from our investigations, then send it through… privately.” she sighed and rubbed her forehead, “no questions asked, remember. I’m counting on you. Thanks.”

“Who was that?” Dick questioned after [F/N] hung up.

“A friend.” she said rather dismissively, “no one you need to worry about.”

“Right.” Tim said skeptically, not really believing that. He didn’t want to not trust [F/N], it was just that calling favors in their line of work was risky.

[F/N] seemed to have sensed his mood and tilted her head, before smiling gently. “That man I just called saved my life at least a dozen times. You can trust him.”

Tim wiped the sweat off his forehead with his forearm and tightened the grip around his bo staff. He had been training for a good two hours now, anything to get his mind off the case. He was anxious, wanting to get out there with them but he knew he wasn’t allowed to.

As he swung his weapon once more, he felt someone watching him. He turned to see [F/N] standing there, leaning against the wall with her arms crossed. Tim tried to ignore her and continue his training, but something about her presence made him nervous.

“Want a partner?”

Tim paused and stared at her. Was she offering to train with him?

“Yeah, sure…” Tim mumbled, realizing he couldn’t actually say no. If he denied her, he would definitely look like he hated her.

She grabbed another bo staff from the rack and stepped onto the training floor, smiling slightly. Her personality seemed to switch constantly. One minute she was a drunkard, the next she was a serious CIA agent, and then she became the loving sister. It was difficult for Tim to tell which one he was facing now.

But perhaps that was her greatest strength, taking on multiple personalities, creating countless facades and personas until nobody could tell which one was the real one. In a way, she was manipulating people, or at least, she was playing mind games with them by simply standing there.

Tim struck first, holding back slightly as he didn’t know whether he should go full out or not, but she defended herself with precision and incredible skill. She knocked him back instantly and before he could recover, she struck him, swinging the bo staff as if it was part of her body.

Tim jumped back and made a split-second decision to not hold back, because [F/N] certainly wasn’t. He attacked her again, this time with all his strength. They engaged in a heated duel, none of them backing down. He was shocked that [F/N] could keep up with him and defend herself, even landing some hits at times and man did they hurt.

Eventually, [F/N] managed to knock her little brother off his feet and had her bo staff pointed at him. She grinned victoriously, her eyes twinkling with excitement. It was the first time Tim had seen her look so… genuinely happy.

He put his hands up, showing her that he surrendered. “Okay,” he panted, “you win.” She lifted the weapon away from him and offered a hand, one which he took gratefully. “Where did you learn to fight like that?”

“What did you think I was doing in Washington DC the whole time?” [F/N] inquired, putting the bo staff back on the rack, “I wasn’t slacking off or banging the president, contrary to popular belief. They had good training facilities, and even better teachers.”

“Talking about that scandal, why were you with the president then?” Tim asked with a laugh, but also really curious about the reason she was with the man.

“I’m a CIA agent,” she responded, “and sometimes one of us gets sent to the president for business purposes.” she shook her head, “but of course, I’m [F/N] Wayne, so the press would naturally think I’m sleeping with him.”

“I’m sorry…” Tim mumbled, feeling bad for her. He realized now how much she had to deal with, all the secrets she had to keep and the responsibilities that rested on her shoulders. She was very much like Bruce, even when she didn’t know it. Only a true Wayne could fool the press while being a kickass warrior behind the scenes.

Tim smiled at that thought.

Maybe his sister wasn’t so bad after all.