#Justice League imagines

[aangelinakii]

JUSTICE LEAGUE AS GIRL PARENTS.

characters written about in this piece : bruce wayne, clark kent, diana prince, barry allen, oliver queen

note : when i tell you this is the cutest freaking idea

requested !!

BRUCE WAYNE.

when she's first born, bruce holds his little girl like he's got the whole world in his hands; so delicate, he can morph it however he wants — but he knows she's his first chance to not mess up. he has had adopted sons and daughters, but this daughter is his. like damian, she shares the wayne name. he's just in awe, wrapped completely around her fingers. don't leave him alone with her for too long, because he WILL sit down and have a tea party with all her stuffies and get insanely immersed in it. when she begins to ask for things, he'll get them in an instant, but will still be conscious as to not raise a spoiled child so he'll hold back for a few days or weeks.... and then bam !! "i have a surprise for you, my little dolly" and she just comes in super nervous but excited, and he's got the stuffed kitty cat she saw in a shop window the other day

CLARK KENT.

please don't even get me started. clark would be so emotional because what do you mean this is his own flesh and blood ??? he's come so far from his home planet, and it feels so real that he's having a daughter. because of this he would feel she is just god sent, and treat her as if she was. he's a very soft man with his daughter, never too harsh or loud, never heavy-handed. his daughter deserves the very best, the very kindest version of him. he's the dad that lets his face be used as a canvas for makeup or face paint (and he wouldn't rather be anywhere else, he's quite happy his face being used for the sake of art). for the times his partner isn't around, he also learns how to do his daughter's hair because he thinks it's important she can be happy with how she looks even when it's with him... but he's not very good anyway

DIANA PRINCE.

oh when i say she would be the best girl mum. she grew up surrounded by women, she has a natural instinct for these things, to be nurturing but not over-protective; loving but not smothering. she'd want her daughter to learn things on her own, like the consequences of her actions and be a little tough love like that, but other than that, diana would be the best play buddy. she's super active so she'd have no problem giving her partner a bit of childcare break; maybe the 2 am wake-ups are a bit of a nuisance, but diana can handle it best. knowing her own strength, she would be so so careful with her little girl, wanting her to know only a kind hand.

BARRY ALLEN.

such a dad joke type. does the whole "hi hungry i'm dad" almost every time, but then he almost got a kitchen knife thrown at him once so he stopped. i think when his daughter is first born he's quite nervous, because he's a man, he doesn't know the first thing about being a woman and doesn't want to mess his daughter up for it. soon he learns it's not so difficult, but it's definitely on his mind as she gets older. barry is the definition of dad music, like he gets her into all these bands he grew up with, and gets her into his generation's films,, and he would take her out and get her to experience the world. it also helps that he's the fastest man in the world, so he could take her anywhere anytime she likes. would never miss a dance recital or band performance, or sports game, depending on any extra-curricular activity she does,, but i just know he'd be the best supportive dad.

OLIVER QUEEN.

ollie is a confident man, but even he feels a wave of nerves at the birth of his daughter. he wants to be perfect, a role model; but, now with this bundle of heart in his hands, he begins to second-guess himself, wonder if he can even do it. at times i think he could be distant in his doubts, but when he's present, holding her hand as she walks on half-walls, tying her hair back when eating messy food or finger painting, he's the best dad a little girl could ask for. i could see him being slightly over protective as she gets older, especially with boys or with bullies or bad friends. he'd never do anything she didn't want him to, but trust me ollie would have no issue having a go at someone who hurts the one he's most proud of. gives the best hugs and, with a squeeze on the shoulder, reminds her she's all he lives for.

[prismuffin]

Sorry if this is too far into a Crackfic idea!

But What if Reader (He/ Him) gets turned into a Cat because of a spell the Reader was teaching Zanatna, she messed up on.

This is where the ask comes in... How would (Superman) Clark kent, (Batman) Bruce Wayne, Hal Jordan and (Flash) Barry Allen separately interact with/ react to seeing Reader as a Cat? ( Full ass Fur baby, not half n half diet furry (Neko))

P.S I think Hal, and Flash are the type of people that won't pay attention if isn't important. So I feel like they would of just tuned back in once seeing the cat, and not know it's Reader.

Also, I think it's so cute at the idea of Reader having enough of people handling and grabbing him. While, knowing that no one's going to mess with Batman, Cat!Reader hides in Batman's cape, while he's sitting.

LMFAO nah this isn’t too crackfic to me I actually find it quite funny- but anyways I think-

After being turned into a cat by Zatanna you probably ran away from her in shock and/or fear.

Superman would be so confused seeing a random cat running through the halls. He'd be even more confused when you pounce into his arms. You seemed shaken up so he held onto you immediately. He doesn't know how a cat got in here but you seem scared so he'll go to the kitchen to get you something to drink or eat. He finds a can of tuna in the back and lets you eat as much out of it as you'd like. He pets you while you're eating then gets you some water. Finds the purring sound interesting so he keeps petting you and eventually, because you're a cat, you dig your claws into his skin and he reels back in confusion and betrayal as he watches you run out of the kitchen.

Afterwards you run into Hal walking through the halls. You'd meow at him and walk between his legs. He'd shoo you away from him, mostly annoyed about the cat hair that you're spreading everywhere. When you don't leave him alone he sighs and allows you to walk beside him but when he reaches his room/office he's not letting you inside at all. He'll give you a few pets before he closes the door on you though.

Continuing you journey you're met with Barry in the common room who's looking at the results of some tests from work. When you hop up next to him on the couch he just stares in disbelief for a couple of seconds before wondering out loud who brought their cat. He'd let you stay with him like Hal did as long as you're not disruptive and eventually one hand would find its way behind you ears, giving you a couple of scratches. He'd probably give you some dumb temporary name since you don't have a collar on or anything. You, once again get annoyed of them after a while and move away from him.

After a long, tired day of absolutely nothing you searched tirelessly for a place to nap. Finding a way into Bruce's Batcave you skillfully maneuvered your way through the cave until you found Bruce at his desk. You meowed and he turned but found nothing until he turned back around to see you on his console. You jumped into his lap before he could react and just laid there. When he tried to pet you, you pawed his hand away so he just let you rest there until he finished up work. If you wanna hide in his cape when he's done and wandering the halls he doesn't mind.

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[mochminnie]

Turning Back Time| Barry Allen |The Flash (2023)

Universe: DC Extended Universe (DCEU) 

Original Character: Elizabeth Rosalind Fernandez

Pair: Barry Allen X Elizabeth Rosalind Fernandez

Polar Opposites

Inspiration: The Scarlet Witch,  Raven, Darna (Filipino Superhero)

Born: 1997

Species: Goddess/Witch

Langauges: English, Tagalog

Personality:  Kind, Compassionate, Hard Working Free Spirit, Tease, Outgoing, Fun, Has a Temper, Stubborn, Competitive who is always a step ahead of Barry, Honest, Protective

Appearance: Tan, Short 5’0, Long wavy Brown hair with curtain bangs, Curvy 

Abilities/Powers: Premonition, Empathy, Empathic Precognition, Psychic Link, Bilocation/Astral Projection, Teleportation, Telekinesis, Telepathic Communication, other mind powers, Force Field, Healing, Combat, Can use weapons, Magic Flight, Levitation, Control Elements, Sensing, intangibility

Colors: Pink, White, Gold, Sometimes Black

Ally: Batman, Diana, Arthur, Superman, Victor, Barry, Iris

Elizabeth 'Lizzie' Fernandez

Dara

“You’re the fastest man alive, How can you be late?”

Bartholomew ‘Barry’ Allen

The Flash

“I know. I know. I’m always late. I am so late. I am very late”

Lizzie has always worked alone as a hero but occasionally works with Justice League. She knew Barry before but he never knew she had magical powers until she helped the Justice League defeat Steppenwolf. Barry and Lizzie went to school together but did not develop a friendship when she helped the Justice League. Though Elizabeth and Iris are both good friends, the three went to school together. 

Outside of her being a hero she has worked in Wayne Enterprise and now in an internship at Central City Police Department. 

Lizzie already got Barry's goto sandwich PB and BRHC on a roll, The Peanut Butter, Banana, Raisins, Honey and Cheese on a roll. Knowing that Sara the curly haired girl isn't currently working at the coffee shop. Sara knew Lizzie and Barry are her regulars. But the Barista guy is so slow. Barry is gonna be stuck. 

Lizzie went straight to the Police Department on time for the meeting to present case. Though she senses danger in Gotham. She did bilocation. Her other body is staying at the Research Center for the presentation, without Barry on cases which she has finished. Her other body magically changes to her Superhero suit. Lizzie saw her phone ring, and Alfred appeared. She answers the call. "Good Morning! Ms. Fernandez, I'm glad you are able to pick up the phone. I can always rely on you." She sighed. Her pink headset magically appears. Already on the go. That a hospital is collapsing. "Alfred,I sense danger and you come to call me and beep me whenever you wanna reach me.' Still concentrating on pretending to work on cases. Alfred called her before Barry. With no questions and complaints she's on it to save the city. 

Barry is stuck with the barista guy, "Morning. What can I get you?" Sounding unamused seeing Barry. Clearly late Barry fidgeting. Checking his watch. Barry being disappointed. "Where is the curly haired lady?" 

"Sara? She's out sick. Or at least, that's what she says." Barista guy is gossip type of employee. Whispers the last sentence, "She's got a new boyfriend." Barry couldn't careless why she isn't here. "Oh." Barry says. He just needs something to eat. Right now. Barista guy finally asks him what he can get him.

Barry answers quickly. "Usually. It's my usual and she usually has it ready because I'm usually late." 

"Well, don't keep me in suspense." Not knowing Barry's usual. Barry orders a PB and BRHC on a Roll. Then explains what's in the sandwich. 

Barista Guy interrupts him, "Actually you know this girl ordered the exact same sandwich as you." He said excitedly like a strain princess voice. "Well aren't you lucky you got a girlfriend." 

Barry says, "She's not my myy grr girlfriend were just colleagues" His ears turning red. He can't think of her that way. No. 

Barista guy teases him, "Keep telling yourself that. She came here and asked for two. And said it was for a friend of hers. I told her. Doesn't he have a fast metabolism?" 

Barista guy winking writing down his order. He just kept yapping, running his mouth. 

"-Are you running a marathon? My sister ran a marathon once, God rest her soul. She's not dead. We get it Sharon you ran. But everyone has to work in the morning."

Barry, "And sorry I'm in sort of a rush for the sandwich" Trying to find his phone. Barista guy. "You can't rush a good sandwich dude." 

Alfred calls Barry with Lizzie on the other line. Lizzie teleported to the hospital. Saving everyone in the building. Alfred is making coffee. 

Barry answers, "Alfred, Lizzie. Really can't talk."

Alfred is making coffee. "Good Morning. Mr. Allen." 

Barry places his phone over his ear, walking away from the Barista guy. "No, I'm late. And I'm starving and curly haired girl isn't here." 

Lizzie, "Her names Sara and she got a boyfriend. Don't worry Bare I got you two sandwiches ready." 

Barry rolls his eyes. "Yeah! Well I need it right now." Whining. 

Lizzie, "I would love to teleport it to ya. We're in need of your help. You're the fastest man alive how could you be late?" 

Barry, "I know. I know. I'm always late. I am so late. I am very late"

Alfred. "Yes, We have a situation at Gotham General. A robbery gone wrong. Lizzie is at the Hospital saving people from the building." 

Barry, "Of course Dara is! She can be in multiple places at once. Like 'Everything Everywhere All At Once'. I bet you she got an eye in the middle of her forehead. This is in the middle of the morning? Why is our bat-friend even awake?" Lizzie made a face over the eye comment and Batman "He can fight crime in daylight Barry! He's no vampire." 

Whisper yells "-You got Dara! Call Superman." Looking around seeing if anyone overheard him. Then looking over at the news on TV. He's clearly occupied. 

Alfred, "That was my first thought. Sadly. He's otherwise engaged."

Barry seeing that a volcano is erupting in Guatemala. "Classic. What about Diana?" 

Alfred reading his morning paper. "My other first thought. Rather annoyingly, she's not picking up." 

Barry was offended. "How many first thoughts, exactly, did you have before you first thought of me?" Clearly Superman, Wonderwoman, Dara, right after Batman are Alfred's first thought.

Alfred. "Well you know Lizzie she rarely complains on the go." Barry puts the phone down. Not listening to him. Barry ask, "Sorry is my sandwich rea-" See how the sandwich. It's not even close to being done. He rushes to the restroom to change into his suit. Now out of the coffee shop in seconds. Was about to run to Gotham. But comes across some of his fans. Not use to having any. Seeing that these fans have superhero pins including Dara's and The Flash.

Alfred. "Patching you and Ms. Fernandez to Mr. Wayne." 

Barry, "No, Please don't." After asking a fan for a chocolate bar "in the name of Justice" 

Bruce, "Lizzie is at the Hospital. I need you here now Barry." The fan threw it but Barry couldn't catch it because of low energy. They threw it at Barry's head. Annoyed. 

Barry, "Hi, Bruce. Yes, I'm... Coming" 

Lizzie, "About time. I am still working on teleportation and flight. I can't help everyone at once." Still presenting the cases like she is functioning well at the meeting without Barry. 

Barry sees that the mess with the hospital building collapsing and the roads are becoming sinkholes. Barry, "Bruce, this is a huge mess! Why aren't you here helping Lizzie?" 

Lizzie teleports, saving each patient and the staff at the hospital at a time and then comes across a group of nurses trying to help a baby nurse that is trapped in the room. 

Barry asks, " Bruce, why does it sound like you're fleeing the scene?" Bruce chasing Falcone's son in his batcycle. Bruce, "Falcone's idiot kid decided to try to play in the big leagues. He put a crew together and broke into the lab at Gotham General. Stole a highly deadly virus. I intercepted them, but they blasted their way out. Lizzie and you can handle the hospital Barry Someone else has to save the rest of the world. So, I was gonna do that If you don't mind." 

Barry, "Sounds about right Bruce." Muting Bruce but still having Lizzie. On the line. 

Barry saves a doctor from the sinkhole. But she runs away, not thanking him. "Thanks for saving me from the sinkhole, Flash." Says sarcastically. 

Alfred, "Barry, gas and water pipes ruptured. In the basement."

Barry, "Right. On it." Runs to the basement. Lizzie is trying to hold the entire building. "It's no longer safe to stay in the building." Telling the staff. Sending them out of the building. The baby nurse is screaming. Barry fixes the Water and Gas situation. 

Barry complains. "Look, Alfred. I've come to accept it. That I'm essentially the janitor of the Justice League. Which sucks. But I've come to accept it." 

Lizzie, "Barry, You're not the janitor of the Justice League. You can't just accept that." While Barry is still yapping, complaining. 

Barry continued his rant, "But, I can't help but notice... That it always seems to be a bat mess I'm cleaning up. 

Alfred, "If my calculations are correct, and history will prove they usually are, the foundational damage caused the collapse of the east wing." 

Barrys says, "The east wing is fine. Lizzie got it." Then mutters, " Like she always does." The baby nurse is holding the baby. Lizzie is about to fall. Then uses her flight but fails the babies and the baby nurse falls off the building. Not using her teleportation or her force field in time. 

"Barry, a little help please. Barry!!!" This didn't use her magic on time. 

"You hear that it's my stomach. Oh it's the collapsing east wing." The Flash. Hearing Lizzie screaming. Saves the nurse, service dog, babies, and Lizzie. While eating a falling burritos and snacks. Barry still holding on to Lizzie/Dara bridal style. Barry smiling as if he was presenting that all the babies are saved. the dog, despite all of that the nurse is still screaming. Lizzie getting his attention to let her go. Lizzie holds onto one of the babies. Then pets the dog.

Alfred congratulating Lizzie and Barry for working together. Then Barry hands the baby from the microwave to the nurse. Lizzie comforts the nurse. "You're okay, miss. The Flash and I saved the babies and service dog." 

Barry adds, "I understand that these events can be psychologically scarring. You should seek the services of a mental health professional. The Justice League is not very good at that part yet... Trust me." 

Lizzie teleports off to Batman. The Flash runs to where Batman and Falcone's kid. Are falling off the bridge, Falcone's Son drops the briefcase. Lizzie caught the briefcase on time. With her mind. Then Wonderwoman uses her whip pulling Bruce up. "Sorry I'm late." Smiling. 

Diana compliments Dara on catching that briefcase. "Hello, Dara, it's nice to see you. Caught that just in time." Lizzie excitedly then hugs Diana. Then Barry arrives. She then compliments flash, "Nice suit. Looking good Flash." Barry nervously, awkwardly thanks her. Diana turns to Bruce, "And you are welcome." 

Bruce, "My ego's far too big to say "thank you" to someone else." Both Diana and Lizzie gave him a look. 

Lizzie just said, "Bruce." Then Bruce had a hard time removing the whip from him and Falcone's Son. 

Bruce, "I developed this all powerful persona to compensate for my childhood trauma..." 

Falcone's Son raises his hand to look at all the heroes. "I too have childhood trauma." 

Lizzie. "Yeah... No kidding." The Lasso of Truth makes them spit out everything. 

Bruces continues. "I'd do a lot better just giving all my money away. Yes, if I really wanted to end crime, I should end poverty." Then Barry helps remove him from the Lasso of Truth. Barry and Lizzie can feel the sexual tension between Diana and Bruce. 

"I know sex exists. I've just never experienced it." Barry was about to keep on going but good thing he drops the whip. Lizzie jaw drops. Then she tries to cover her face and chuckles. She hates to admit it but she finds it adorable. Dropping the Whip. Then mutters, "Damn it." 

"Well. I have to run. It's always a pleasure." Diana Flies off. 

Barry looks at Lizzie and yells at Diana. "The sex thing was a metaphor. For... Gothic Literature... There is just no way to recover from that." 

Bruce firmly says, "Just let it go." 

Barry, "Well I'd love to stay here and clean up more mess. But this little superhero needs his breakfast."

Bruce, "Goodbye Flash, Dara." 

Barry, "Goodbye, Batman." 

Lizzie, "See ya. Bats"

Barry then turns to Lizzie, "No because, what was that?" Teasing him. She could tell he was turning a little red under his suit and felt he was nervous and his heart raised even more. Whenever she tease him. 

"Lizzie, can you stop, you heard our batfriend let it go. Please don't tell anyone about this." Lizzie was not one to make fun of anyone's sexual experiences or virgins. Then She couldn't help but check out his butt from his new suit. It looks really plump. Thank the heavens she didn't touch the suit she would've mentioned when Diana complimented his suit. 

Lizzie went back into one body at Central City Police Department, the research center. 

Patty and Albert coming up to Lizzie and always on Barry's ass teasing her and him. 

Patty near the printer next to Lizzie's desk, "Oh, little miss goody goody is always on time. When is your boyfriend ever going to come in on time? Oh, how cute you got him his little sandwiches."

"Speaking of the devil. Look who's here." Albert in his hoverboard sees a nervous Barry facing Professor Singh. 

"Everyday I don't know how you do it. Oh I know little miss goody goody covers for you. Isn't that sweet?" Patty now sees Barry following him along with Albert while Lizzie is still on her desk continuing her work. 

Barry tells Albert to Shut up. "Did you like to crawl here bro?" 

Barry turns to look at Albert. " Is he mad?" 

Patty, "Well, you're getting fired." 

Albert, "More like you're getting murdered." 

Dr. Singh sees Barry, "No, no, no, no. Let me guess. Your alarm clock didn't go off." Barry was about to explain himself. "N-" Then, Dr Singh continues. "Oh, your dog ate your alarm clock. Your alarm clock ate your keys. Your keys' grandmother died, and they need a personal day." 

Barry's eyes widened and nervously said, "It was none of those things." 

Dr. Singh walking away from Barry. "What was it this time, Barry?" 

Lizzie hands the papers to Barry. "It was, um, something else. That was far less outlandish. And I know I missed the meeting. But I'd still really like to present these case files for potential review. I think we rushed these cases. We need to reopen them."

Dr. Singh, "Oh! Rushed? We got a backlog six months deep, and you want us to move slower? Elizabeth already presented those without you. You need to focus your motion. Do the work, close the case, move on." Sighs removing his glasses due to disappointment. "You have a lot of potential Barry. You shouldn't still be getting me coffee after all these years." 

Barry, "You're right. That's... That's true." Barry thought he was kidding but. Dr. Singh was serious. "Go get me coffee Barry. " 

"Two Sugars." 

"Oh. yeah." 

Lizzie meets Barry at the break room while he gets Dr. Singh's coffee. "Sorry Barry, I wasn't much of a help back there. You shouldn't be giving him coffee anymore. You're not his errand boy." handing him a bag off two PB and BRHC on a roll. 

Barry not facing her. While eating the sandwiches."Yeah Thanks, Like I said. I am the janitor of the Justice League and at the internship for christ sakes." 

Lizzie, "I was only helping you. I was there You got to remind yourself you're much more and why Bruce recommended you to work here. " 

Barry now making Dr. Singh some more coffee, "Being ahead of me every time isn't helping me now is it I wanted to go back to those cases." 

Lizzie, "Barry listen to me. No self doubt here. Alright." Lizzie communicates through her mind. "You are the fucking flash you got that. You hear me and you are the member of the Justice League. You saved many lives today."

Barry was still working on the Evidence at the lab. Patty and Albert are still teasing him. Lizzie defending Barry. "Guys cut it out." Barry defends himself, "You know what? I'm so happy you find this all so hilarious, but we are dealing with real people's lives, people's families. And I don't think you can grasp the gravity of that. So, why don't you leave me alone?" 

"Lizzie Fernandez ? Barry Allen?" Iris West, walking up to the four. 

Barry, "Iris West'' Barry is so glad to see her. Lizzie, Smiles. "Iris hi!" The two ladies hug each other. 

Barry, "You know our full names?" 

Iris, "Yes, If you didn't know Lizzie's my friend from school. We have been close since then." 

Albert faced Barry, "Aw, You didn't tell us you had a friend from school." Motioning himself and Patty not knowing Iris. 

Patty, "We actually didn't know that Barry have mutual friends with Lizzie. Wow. consider she's wayyy cooler than you." 

Barry, "Aha aha. Okay, Um. Bye you guys." Barry and Lizzie pull them off and tell Patty and Albert 

Lizzie waving, "Bye, guys." 

Barry, facing. "They're not really my friends. They're my work friends." 

Lizzie, "I wouldn't say that Patty and Albert are our friends at all. More like just coworkers."  With that Barry can agree. 

Iris, "Oh, I didn't know the both of you worked here. I feel like we have seen each other. Right like a few years ago the both of you are getting much closer." 

Lizzie, "Yes umm we didn't get much closer under we worked together outside of school." 

Barry, " No because, we haven't seen each other since college." Facing Iris.

Iris, "Maybe I was thinking about the both of you. I'm really glad I run into you guys." Facing both Lizzie and Barry. She asks Barry, "Your father's appeal is tomorrow right?" While the three are catching up a bit. Watching side by side each other. 

Barry was caught off guard , "Yeah, Sorry. How do you know about that?" 

Iris, "I'm covering it for the paper." Barry, "Oh," Barry is disappointed he felt that Iris just came up to him just so she can ask about his father. Iris then asks, "How is he holding up?" 

Barry, "Are you asking for the paper?"

Iris now in front of Barry. "No, I'm asking as a friend. I'm sure the public would like to know as well." 

Lizzie, "Iris... It really doesn't sound like you're asking as a friend." Iris is shocked she has never seen her disappointed in her. It was Lizzie right to defend Barry and to call Iris out. Though Lizzie felt that she doesn't have the right to speak for Barry and his father. 

Lizzie communicates with Barry through her mind, "You don't have to answer." 

Barry, " Well, my only comment is that my dad is innocent." 

Iris, "Right, I mean, no one would want to believe that their father killed their mother." 

Barry, "What do you mean, "believe"? My dad shouldn't be in jail. My mom should be alive, it's not about what I believe. It's about what the truth is." 

Iris, "Right. No, yes, that's. Oh, my god. That's what I meant." 

Barry "Right, Sorry, I have no official comment at this time." leaving both Lizzie and Iris together. Then Lizzie was about to follow Barry to check on him. She felt all of his emotions, disappointment, upset, anger. Iris stopped Lizzie a bit. "Liz I'm sorry. I-"

Lizzie, "You should be apologizing to Barry it seems like you're using Barry for your report. A real friend wouldn't write that paper." 

Lizzie checks up on Barry. On the phone, "Just thought you needed time alone before I call you... And I felt everything that was going on."

Barry, "Bruce sent me the footage while my dad was at the grocery store to pick... up some canned tomatoes." Barry started tearing up as he was watching the footage the first time "...He was... Not looking up." Lizzie could hear him hurt so much. "-I should call go, I shouldn't be bothering you..." 

Lizzie, "Just because we work together doesn't mean you aren't my friend." 

Celestia Lizzie's Mother magically appeared to her Apartment. "Ma, Please. You can not just come here unannounced. I thought you were working a night shift?" Celestia is a head nurse in California. Though Celestia is in her goddess attire. 

"Can't I check up on my only daughter?" She is snooping around curious Seeing pictures of Barry, Iris, and her other friends. Even sees some of Wayne Enterprises tech here and there. 

She cuts to the chase why she really comes here. "You awfully spend time with Bruce Wayne. Is he what you call your sugar daddy? Are you having sex with that man?" 

Lizzie, places a hand over her chest "MA! No, I am not having any sort of relationship with a 50 year old man! Where is this all coming from?" Lizzie always saw him as a mentor. 

"Or this Barry Allen? You spending so much time with him you go to his apartment." 

"MA HINDI. NAMAN (Ma no, I am not), Can you please stop. They are my friends. Wait you watch over me, You scryed wherever I'm at? Ma all I ask is for some privacy." 

Celeistia never answers but scrying is like finding your location in magic. "But this Barry, I have this feeling you have a crush on him." Celestia teases her daughter. Lizzie doesn't want her to push it."-The boy likes this kpop, and is a superhero like you. What's not to like about him. Really, Elizabeth Anak (My child) What's not to like?" Lizzie face palms. Celeistia magically disappears.

[sleepn0tfound]

Imagine Neglected!Super/Kent!Reader

We always see neglected batsis!reader but imagine neglected Super/Kent!reader.

Super/Kent!Reader who was born without any powers or any meta gene.

Super/Kent!Reader who doesn't get intentionally ignored by Clark and the family but he would always spend more time with Jon to train him and would always tell her next time.

Super/Kent!Reader who was the most welcoming towards Connor when he first came but as he got accepted by the others she slowly faded into the background as if she didn't exist, like she was a ghost in her own house.

Hacker!Reader who was actually born with different powers compared to the Supers but hid them.

Hacker!Reader who graduated MIT very early on and started to become an anonymous hacker that stole money from the corrupt rich and gave them to places in need, such as crime alley.

Hacker!Reader who toyed with the Justice League, none of them able to find out who she is. Occasionally, she hacks the Watchtower, making the screen glitch, and her signature mark appears; the star of Themis.

Hacker!Reader who even outsmarts Oracle in terms of hacking.

Hacker!Reader who provides Red Hood with all the information he needs.

Hacker!Reader who excels at making tech and frequently teams up with Red Hood and gives him very advanced and specialised tech that is unrivaled, much to Batman's displeasure since Red Hood won't tell him who the new vigilante is.

Hacker!Reader who only gives her tech out to one person, Red Hood. Which can be seen from her signature mark, a four-sided star surrounded by swirls of energy, nicknamed 'the star of Themis'

Hacker!Reader who nobody knows the identity of, except for one person.

Super/Kent!Reader who regularly hangs out with Jason. (Jason finally acquired his own Super)

[bbbbbbbbatman]

My take on the whole 'the JL gets mad at Batman for having a child soldier when he gets robin' thing goes like this:

The League is having a fight with Batman saying it's wrong to bring a child, especially with no powers, into fights with supervillains and it's irresponsible to put children in danger

And Batman interrupts with "so you take him then"

And the League just kind pause, like "huh?"

"One of you can babysit Robin for a week and then we can revisit this discussion."

They're a little confused but eventually Wonder Woman agrees to take him in.

She returns with him a week later. "I apologize Batman, we have misjudged you. I adore him but please take him back now."

(she couldn't get him to stop sneaking out to fight crime without physically restraining him)

[frownyalfred]

I think several members of the Justice League hate the Batfamily because every one of them — every single one — has the same, Batman-esque look on their face when they know something you don’t. Which they do. Frequently. Just like the fucking Bat.

[kettlefire]

Prepare for the unexpected. (DPxDC)

Everyone knew about the reign of Pariah Dark. Even those who did not dabble in those realms have heard the tale of the tyrant. A power-hungry man who ruled over the dead with an iron fist.

Following the rise of Pariah Dark, his realm had been effectively cut off from communication. Many mystics and magic users knew better than to open the door of nightmares that could arise if Pariah Dark's reach went further than his own realm.

Except, the universe had plans to bring the realm of the dead back into the cards.

A new opponent, one that had all of Earth's heroes scrambling for options. A being with powers of a god over weather, destruction was on the horizon. A world ending threat.

It's the only reason the Justice League was doing this. In a deep bunker, far from close civilization as a precaution, the heroes looked on with grim expressions.

The world was already being threatened. It would be destroyed regardless of what the league did. So it only made sense to make the last ditch effort. To summon someone strong enough to defeat the threat.

No one wanted to do it. No one wanted to be the one to pull the realm of the dead back to the living. The consequences were untold if this succeeded. If Pariah Dark was freed and defeated the threat, whose to say he won't want control?

That was a problem for later. For the aftermath. For now, the league could only watch on with bated breath as Constantine completely the summon ritual.

They watched on as the shadows in the room seemed to darken and grow. As the sigil sputtered to life with a glow that was growing increasingly brighter. A sudden gust of wind rushed through the room, the temperature began to drop with eaching ticking second.

And then it was all gone.

The room stood perfectly still. Just as it had been moments before. Nothing changed. No giant king standing before them, no sign that the ritual worked.

The room stood deadly still for another beat before the murmurs started. The team trying to make sense of the situation, figure out what went wrong.

Constantine swore up and down that this was the correct ritual, taking offense that they would even think the problem was on his end. It only made it better when it finally happened.

A loud sound ripped through the room, pulling everyone's attention back to the summoning circle. Just in time to see a tear appear in the space above the circle.

A thin tear that ran the length of eight feet. The fabric of the dimension seems to curl at the edges, pulling back to reveal a deep glowing swirl of greens. A dark gloved hand reached through, fingers curling around the edge of the tear, stretching it even further.

A portal. The ritual had worked, but there had been a delay. A delay that had every hero nerves on edge. Each team member tensed, weapons at the ready as they watched the being stretch the portal to the right size.

Then, a foot stepped out with a heavy thud. A dark boot that looked otherworldly despite its similarity to mortal clothing. A deep black that seemed never-ending. A second foot quickly followed before a full body emerged from the portal.

Not many people in the room have ever seen Pariah Dark, let alone know what to expect. Based on what Constantine and Zatara had said, this wasn't Pariah Dark.

A man had stepped out of the portal, standing at almost seven feet tall, and built like a brick house. One glance at the glowing white hair, deadly red eyes, and shard teeth was enough to know this being was not to be messed with.

But there was no giant show of armor or royal garbs. There is no large crown at the top of his head or jewelry from the infinite realms laced around his neck.

Instead, the man stood before them in combat boots, worn-in ripped jeans, a graphic t-shirt, and a spiked leather jacket. Despite his almost normal clothing choice, the man's jacket seemed to be a never-ending depth of the dark night sky. If one was to look closely enough, the cosmos could almost be made out in the sea of darkness.

None of that would have prepared them for when the man spoke. His tone sounded more bored than anything as he took a step forward.

"Oh, so now you need the help of the dead." The man had spoken, running a hand through his hair. When Batman took a step forward to speak, the man raised a hand. Immediately commanding silence in the single gesture. "I'm on babysitting duty and have yet to have a cup of coffee. I'll be right back."

Just like that, both the man and portal vanished into thin air. Leaving behind a group of stunned heroes. Not only was the man not Pariah Dark, but he was also supposedly babysitting.

"Did that just-"

The Flash had been the first voice to speak up, his eyes trained on where the man had once stood. Except he had barely made it through the first few words before the man was suddenly back.

The man that now had a child hanging off his shoulders and another teen being held up by his scruff. Unlike the man, these kids looked human.

Too human for Bruce's liking. The dark black hair and bright blue eyes had every heroes eyes flickering to Batman for just the briefest moment.

"This isn't fair! I'm not even the king. Why do I have to be here!" The teenager had been complaining the moment the man had reappeared. Arms crossed tight over his chest and seemingly used to being held dangling. "Besides, who brings kids to a show down! Wait til I tell mom about this."

"Aw, come on, Danny. This is gonna be fun!!" The younger girl seemed in much better spirits than the teen, Danny. She had climbed up the large man, sitting on his shoulders and resting her arms on the mess of glowing hair. "It's like take your kids to work day! Ooo, Dan! Can we fight too!?"

Unlike the two kids, the man looked purely exhausted and annoyed. The man, Dan, dropped Danny like a sack of potatoes as he took a long drink from the travel cup in his hand.

It didn't take a genius to recognize the look of an exhausted parent in Dan's expression. A look many of the league members were well acquainted to. A look that even had Batman grimacing with sympathy.

"Can it, little shits. You two were grounded, remember." Dan had growled at the kids before shifting his focus back on the team of heroes before them. His glowing eyes set in a deadly glare. "Pariah Dark isn't coming, and he never will. He's been dethroned and banished. We're the best you've got."

A summoning that started with a group of on edge and scared heroes looking for the ghost king, ended in a way no one expected.

No one was even sure if it made any sense. They weren't sure if they should feel hopeful or in despair.

Because truly, what was a ghostly man with two seemingly human children against a godlike foe with the control over the weather?

The unspoken question of power and ability seemed to vanish following Dan downing the metal travel cup of coffee, and crushing it in his fist.

He tossed it to the side, straighting up his posture as he looked over the heroes. Dan might not be a hero, but he's been playing family for too long.

An almost feral, bloodhungry grin spread across the man's face, sharp fangs on full display. The look made the man suddenly look even less human. He looked closer to a demon from the pits of hell rather than the exhausted parent he looked just a few seconds ago.

"Point me in the direction of this bastard. It's been too long since I let loose and had some fun."

[kaidatheghostdragon]

Good reveal au, where after learning phantom's identity and realizing the atrocities that the GIW have committed (or alternatively, ethical science au, where they find out the GIW plagarized them), the fenton parents decided to create the 'ultimate ghost-ending weapon' and sell it to the agents.

They go absolutely overboard, describing to the agents in meticulous detail how it evaporates any ghost it hits near-instantly and describing it quite ruthlessly in the blueprints, and soon the GIW have raplaced all their main weapons with the new gun.

Except it doesn't actually kill ghosts. It's the Fenton Bazooka. You know, the one that creates a portable portal to suck the ghost back into the ghost zone? What they actually did was retool it slightly to make it look more grusome than it actually is. They even added a beacon in Phantom's Keep, which all Fenton Bazookas will target when they open a portal, so the ghosts are always delivered to the keep.

From there, Phantom stationed an emergency medical team at the keep to treat the many injured and ragged ghosts that the GIW 'destroyed,' and to explain what just happened.

What they didn't anticipate was that now that the GIW have a mass-produced weapon that they believed would effectively eradicate ghosts, they would go on the offensive. They have a number of cities they've been monitoring but didn't want to get involved in without better tools.

One of those cities is Gotham.

And the Bats are ectocontaminated enough to register as ghosts.

Batman witnessed several of his children get evaporated by green energy weapons within mere moments of each other. He's absolutely gutted. Devastated. They didn’t even stand a chance.

He'll get his revenge, and it's frighteningly easy to track the weapon to private subcontractors. The Doctors Fenton, in Illinois. Their research calls for the genocide of all ghost kind, and apparently, that war started by killing his own children.

His children will not die in vain.

He gets to Amity Park and finds the Engineer's Nightmare of a building that is Fentonworks, but that night, before he can hack through the security and break in, one of the windows opens.

It's one of his kids that he had watched evaporate before his very eyes. They give him a silent signal of one of their identifying security codes and gesture for him to come inside.

Is it a trap? A prank in poor taste? Utterly genuine?

He goes through the window.

All of his dead kids are there, wearing borrowed pajamas and only their dominoes to conceal their identities. Daniel Fenton (son of the Fentons, this is his bedroom, has voiced a few arguments against his parent's views, but still an unknown) is among the crowd of teens and young adults, twirling on an office chair and obnoxiously sipping a capri sun.

"First thing you need to know, Bats," Daniel says after finishing his drink, "is that my parents are absolutely NOT genocidal ectophobic scumbags, and that is the reason why your kids are still alive."

[venuslarkspur]

That’s your Stepmother?

Okay picture me this: Imagine a Fem!StarSapphire!Reader who’s literally the ex girlfriend of Talia Al Ghul. (specifically earlier versions of Talia, her character assassination will be studied) Since a few of the Star Sapphires can be a bit crazy or delulu just imagine the reader being on the Justice League’s radar like she’s been in Arkham for some of her crazy love driven crimes.

Or imagine the Batfam are on patrol and reader is up to her shenanigans again and her and Damian cross paths and it’s just like so awkward.

LIKE ⬇️

On Patrol:

Damian: …

Jason: Whats wrong with you?

*Fem!StarSapphire!Reader flying to meet them*

Fem!StarSapphire!Reader: Bruce.

Bruce: Y/N.

Fem!StarSapphire!Reader: Damian.

Damian: Stepmother.

Tim gesturing to himself and Jason: Jason and Tim.

Everyone Else: …

Tim: Too soon?

Dick: Are we not gonna go back to the fact this is Damian’s stepmother?

Fem!StarSapphire!Reader: Ex-stepmother.

Bruce: Finally done playing second fiddle to Talia?

Fem!StarSapphire!Reader: Done walking around in a Halloween costume?

Damian: Did my mother send you-

Dick: Well, the way I see it you’re a criminal.

Fem!StarSapphire!Reader: Former criminal, I’ve gone straight. Nowadays I’m just misunderstood..

Tim: Jeez..

———————

I keep imagining the reader just being super soft on Damian when he was growing up, combating his brutal training. Despite her dark past she still holds a special place in his heart, he’s the first person to support her in her transition from anti hero to superhero. I feel like him and Bruce always knew your heart was in the right place.

Reader definitely reminds Damian how she used to read to him at night fight me.

PROLOGUE IS OUT

[kizzer55555]

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.

[earlgreylatte]

Returnee

(Justice League Various x Reader) After centuries of surviving in a world without another human in sight, you return and find the heroes you once admired to be the only interesting things around, besides beating the shit out of monsters, of course.

Implied sexual content ahead, minors DNI.

You would describe yourself to be the pinnacle of mediocrity, your life consisting of drowning in course readings and dealing with people’s bullshit in your customer service job. You existed. You may not have been wholly content, but you got by.

And, sure you, like millions of other desolate young adults, had fantasies of escapism, being strong, being someone special. But you ultimately knew your place. You were no hero; no alien or chosen human that could answer to a greater calling. You were just you, average in every way. So unlike the heroes and villains that occupy your world. You’ll never make an impact that’ll even come close to the likes of them.

The only thing you can hope to do is try to make your parent’s suffering of starting a life here worth it. That all the money and work invested in you would have some sort of pay off. Even if it means you had to traverse a path you’re still uncertain about.

You knew your limits, and maybe that rigid acceptance is what led to your own self destruction.

You find yourself in a desolate world void of humans but occupied with beasts unlike anything you have ever seen before, with sharpened talons and razored blades for teeth. No matter how much you cry and scream you do not wake up. The only communication you get comes in the form of ‘tabs’ that resemble something out of a video game. It’s gives you quests to adhere, reminders to keep things interesting, notifications you’re being watched by deities that watch your struggle like a show to tune into. Every moment, no matter how humiliating, is spectated.

You want nothing more to return to the life you had, answer the messages you never got the chance to respond to, try the things you never got to even attempt. You curse your inaction, your own spoiled thoughts from a lifetime ago, your parents for even giving birth to you if this is the reality you have to face.

Your survival hangs on a thread at first, you only being able to run away from the larger beasts. Eventually your tears dry, you fight back against the ones smaller than you. These Outergods sponsor you with a game like currency. You level up. You acquire gear better than a makeshift bone shiv. You consume. You sleep. And you do it all over again for the next couple centuries in this world. You do not age, but you grow taller, strengthened by the creatures you slaughter. Eventually, you don’t need a blade to slay them anymore. Then the beasts try to avoid you. You still kill them. They’re never ending. The least they can do is give you something to do in their infinity.

You stop feeling fear, sadness, indignation, and even hatred. You exist. You somewhat remember the life and name you had before. You don’t really feel one way about it or the other. Your family, obligations, and old identity are all null and void to you now.

Clearly your spectators grow bored as they send you back to the world you once called yours. Apparently barely a year has passed since you were taken, even if you might be the oldest human to walk Earth now.

For the first time in a long time, you’re struck with uncertainty. A world that isn’t stuck in time, one loud with the presence of people, and yet you feel no relief or sanctity in the safety of your old home. No, you’re struck with how just like in that beast world, you’re still horrifically, agonizingly bored.

Until you notice a hoard of androids terrorize the street. You can feel the blood thrumming in your veins, and you realize with renewed vigour that it wasn’t bloodshed that you had yearned for, but the thrill of battle, not knowing if you’ll live, and putting everything you had left on the line after abandoning the softness that once defined your modern life.

And so you fought. You were barely grazed with a laser, but you could appreciate the adrenaline rushing through your body, the uncertainty of a new adversary. You paid little mind to the screaming civilians trying to evacuate the streets, all you cared about was tearing about these metal beings before they could even try to do the same to you.

You’re broken from the euphoria of battle when you feel a whoosh of air behind you, and a dozen androids deactivate before you.

“Hey there, don’t think I’ve ever seen you around,” what appeared to be living electrical energy clad in crimson spoke to you, in a tone you could almost recognize as friendly. “Not that I mind the help! I’m always happy to meet—!”

You can feel your pupils dilate as every inch of your body screams that this man is dangerous. Powerful. Different from the fodder you faced before.

“—so, what do you go by?”

Summoning your broad sword, you swiftly slam it into the ground below, watching the man get tossed back by its force as the concrete crumbles beneath him.

You toss your sword to where he lands, but he quickly recovers and disappears before reappearing before you.

“Woah, what are you—“ you interrupt him by throwing a punch but he dodges again, “Can we talk about this sudden aggression—!?”

Tiring of his evasion, you recall your sword and prepare to strike the ground again before pausing as a sudden rush of memories strikes you.

“Ah,” you hum, before stretching out your hand, halting the approaching speedster that stares at you confused. “You’re that one hero…Bolt, or whatever. Speed guy.”

Yes, a hero. Not a warrior. Not a survivor. And certainly not a killer. You feel the apathy rush back as you stare at him. No, you wouldn’t get a real fight out of him. He’d sooner try to subdue you. Non-lethally. Honestly, he was way too nice.

“Flash? I mean, I’m the Flash, hero of the city you’re in!” The speedster fumbles for a second, starting at you in puzzlement.

“Yeah, let’s just call it here.” You sigh before walking away. You definitely forgot heroes were a thing for a second. And takeout.

You’re stopped in your tracks when Flash blocks your path.

“Woah there, you can’t just leave!” He protests.

“Why not?”

“You took down like hundreds of androids, attacked me, and-and you haven’t even introduced yourself!”

“Hmm, I think I forgot my name,” you reply, bring a hand up to your chin in mock contemplation.

“What-?”

“Do you want to have sex with me or something?” You ask. “Because you’re being a bit clingy, man.”

The hero states at you with his mouth agape, and you can see the red flush growing around his cowl.

“I get it, it’s pretty easy for arousal to mix with thrill in battle. I won’t say I’m not attracted to you, but I’ve got things to do, people to fight, and I doubt I can get what I need from you,” you explain nonchalantly. “But hey, keep your head up, man. There’s some charm in being the fastest man alive. I’d test it under different circumstances, really.”

You back away as Flash remains still as a statue, exposed skin now matching his suit as he blankly watched you leave.

“What just happened…?”

Honestly you don't have anything against heroes. You pity them, really. They remind you of your own inexperience once upon a time, fighting against the inevitable. But you can't deny that there are some with years beyond even yours, continuing to fight in their crusade.

Some more interesting than others.

Hawkgirl, who you recall to have been a member of the Justice Society of America, was someone that made you look like a babe in comparison to the lifetimes held in that strong body. Good fighter too. You're almost disappointed your battle was interrupted by another invasion and she apparently found you to be an ally rather than an opponent after that. You just wanted to see if those aliens were worth a damn.

Wonder Woman also stood out for the same reason, encountering her when you arrived at Themyscira for a duel with their strongest. And boy did she deliver. But sadly you could see that she adopted a non-lethal style, fighting only till first blood rather than to the death.

At least their bathhouse was luxurious even if it was communal. Diana said that it was for bonding. You think she was totally checking you out.

You could say that you were becoming increasingly familiar with the growing Justice League, encountering its members every so often.

You didn't pick a fight, aware it would be more trouble than it was worth. You doubt you'd be too satisfied either.

So when you find yourself encountering the Bat in Gotham after subduing Clayface, you're not surprised.

You're also not surprised when he recites your name and missing status.

He drones on about the circumstances of your disappearance, your return as a much stronger (and hotter) individual, and your dubious intentions.

You throw you sword at him, and he ducks out of the way, throwing you a glare just as sharp as your blade.

You explain that he's not a great speaker, and he should invest in some interpersonal communication courses. And that's coming from you. You then add you'll leave after you try the recently opened batburger.

He gives you a ride in his Batmobile.

Superman was a bit of an irritating figure. A boy scout, despite his godlike abilities. Staring at him, you wonder how much kinetic force it would take to burst the blood vessels beneath that impenetrable skin.

"We would really like for you to visit the Watchtower! We understand if you may not want to commit to being a full time member, so if we could call on you—!"

He pauses when you outstretch your hand and stare at him with a raised eyebrow. He places his hand in yours, almost as if it was instinct, blushing when you brush your thumb across his skin.

You hum in thought before departing.

"Uh, wait! Was that a yes!?"

You're pretty sure you're about to bed Green Lantern. You had come to Coast City, curious to see if any disasters would occur to alleviate your boredom, but had instead ran into a man with swoopy hair and an nice aviator jacket in a bar. He was pleasant. He seemed charmed by your Superman/Lex Luthor conspiracy theories. And he talked about flying with a passion unfamiliar to you.

So when you ended up at his place, back against his door as he kissed and nipped at your neck, you pulled him back by his brown hair to look at you.

"I'm a virgin, by the way."

He stares at you incredulously with a touch of concern. "Are you sure this is how you want your first time to go? We don't have to do this."

You doubt you'll get a fight out of him. He'd probably just trap you in a construct, but there are other ways for you to get physical.

...and you needed the experience for the next time an Amazonian propositions you.

"I like you well enough. And I've waited a long time to actually do something like this," you reply, still playing with his hair.

"You really want to do this with an older guy?"

You laugh, "I'm definitely the older one here."

His lip twitches as he shoots you an amused look, "And I'm Batman."

"Do you really want to talk about him before we-?”

The lantern silences you with another hot kiss that you grin into.

Yes, this Justice League certainly made things interesting, even if some of them were obnoxious do-gooders.

Hal: So, what's your name?

Returnee, with jumbled memories: Demonic Blade of Slaughter

Hal:

Returnee: Do you want to have sex?

Returnee: So, yeah, I was trapped in a monster world for presumably centuries with these outer world gods being the only other sentient beings and they only made contact via stream chat donations. And the only thing that even elicits any emotional or physiological response in me is violence.

Batman, internally dying:

Returnee: Don't worry, I don't fight street tiers like you.

Diana: It's been a while since l've last had such an invigorating bout, I would love to spend more time testing how far we can push each other to... our limits.

Returnee, who spent the last centuries off Earth as a virgin: I hear the glory of battle calling, must be off, let's fight again soon!

Outergods: Okay, so the human has definitely cleared this world, so how about we return this bloody thirsty heathen back to their original world and see what entertainment we find in the chaos—!

Outergods: Okay, so they're just having sex with all these superpowered individuals. And is that—-Oh my god, is that Constantine!?

Outergods: Yeah, no, this is hot, I'm donating 10k coins for that.

Clearing out my drafts! I really love the whole system in ORV and I found the returnee concept so interesting. Masterlist

[aangelinakii]

DC MASTERLIST !!

( a revamp to tidy things up a bit ! )

BRUCE WAYNE !!

DICK GRAYSON !!

JASON TODD !!

TIM DRAKE !!

BATFAM !!

JUSTICE LEAGUE !!

CLARK KENT !!

YOUNG JUSTICE !!

WALLY WEST !!

ROY HARPER !!

[prismuffin]

Heya, wanted to do an ask, as well as your inbox still says you're taking requests. Didn't know if you wanted to change that.

How do you think the justice league boys, (Superman, Batman, Green lantern ( Hal Jordan), the flash, etc.) and John Constantine would react to an alien Reader?

Better explanation: So the reader has patterns or something that changes based on their mood, so how do you think they would react if they were talking to the Reader and Reader's colours changed to love?

Reminds me of Koro Sensei so I'm gonna use his color palette to dignify the readers colors! Also thanks for letting me know abt my inbox LMFAO- Anyways I think

Batman was just ranting to you about his recent expedition with Hal, enjoying how your face would change colors based on your reactions to certain parts of the story. A deep blue with white outlines when you were shocked, green when you were happy and lilac when relieved. It was a simple and straightforward way of knowing how you felt and he liked about you. He had all your colors and their meanings memorized not only in his mind but in his database too. So it was quite the shock when you'd started to turn a light pink, the areas of your cheeks being a bit darker. You looked lovesick with a lopsided smile on your face and he stopped talking as it all really hit him. At the sudden silence your face went gray and neutral signifying your confusion. He chuckled and decided not to tell you the real reason why he stopped. But now that he's aware of your little crush he may act on his own.

Superman would also probably have most of your colors memorized though he still doesn't know what all of them mean. So when you turn a light shade of pink while you both were talking he was confused because it wasn't a color he could relate to anything. When he asked your pink color turned into a salmon color as you got embarrassed, that one he knew. He had to ask Batman what you turning pink meant in the end because he wanted to know just in case it happens again. When he figures out the emotion behind it he's very flattered and likes to see how easily he can make you turn pink.

Hal would be similar to Superman in the sense that he would only know what some of your colors meant. He's never asked he's just picked up on a few from just being around you. He likes to have knowledge on things though, so whenever a color comes up that he doesn't know he wouldn't mind asking you about it. You usually have no problem explaining to him what you're feeling but right now when he caught you turning bright pink when talking to him you seemed to shut down. Your pink turned salmon which luckily he knew so he asked why you were embarrassed which only deepened your color. He wasn't able to get an explanation out of you that day but after observing your behavior (and color) around him while comparing it to others he was able to easily catch on.

Barry would make an effort to know all of your colors. He struggles! But he's trying and that's the important thing. When having a conversation with you he usually tries to take it slow so that he can fully develop an understanding of what all your colors mean, he's honestly very fascinated. He tries to make guesses on what the colors he doesn't know mean based on context clues. So when you suddenly turn pink his brain is immediately in analyzing mode! It takes a couple of interactions with you for him to figure out exactly what it means, it's only a hunch but it's enough to give him the confidence to ask you out!

John has a mental library of what all your colors mean. Even colors you think he doesn't know he knows ok? So when you turn pink and he doesn't immediately know what it means he starts using the process of elimination to figure it out. After maybe two interaction with you turning pink around him and he's clocked the emotion behind it. Similarly to Superman he likes to tease you and see just how pink he can make you. His goal is to make you turn hot pink, he thinks it's cute.

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[bia-wayne-west]

Milk with cookies and bedtime stories [Batmom x Damian Wayne]

Synopsis: It was just a few months ago that Damian was included in the Wayne family. He still didn’t like you, but you tried so hard to make him appreciate you. During a patrol, Damian got hurt and after Alfred took care of the little boy’s wounds, you surprised him with a plate of cookies and a glass of milk.

Characters: Damian Wayne and Reader [YOU]

A/N: I wrote this quickly. Hope you like. In this imagine, Batmom has been married to Bruce since he adopted Dick.

I want to apologize if there are any writing errors. I'm a Brazilian girl and I don't speak fluent English, so I may make some writing mistakes. Feel free to correct me.

I hope you read, like and feel how cute Damian is.

Requests are open

MASTERLIST

You were sitting on the kitchen stool, reading a fashion magazine while you waited for your husband to return from patrol.

Bruce forbade you to stay in the Batcave, as he was afraid that someone would break in and find you, alone and unprotected.

As soon as you felt the ground shake, it meant that the Batcave had opened and that Batman had arrived with his Robin, Red Robin, Red Hood and Nightwing.

You ran to the clock that gave access to the secret entrance to Batcave. The elevator quickly took you to where your children and husband were.

“Hey, my love. You got back before 5am!” You said, running up to Bruce Wayne. He still wore black clothes and was without a mask. Your husband didn’t respond. He was serious and had a worried expression on his face.

“A man dropped Damian from a three-story building .” Bruce said looking at the boy who was sitting next to Alfred.

You finally noticed Damian, whose face was bruised and his leg was bandaged. You walked over to the boy and knelt in front of him.

“I’m fine, Y/N. I fell on top of a car and didn’t break any bones.”

“Damian, darling, are you hurt?” You asked, looking into Bruce’s son’s green eyes.

You smiled, in a motherly way. Damian didn’t consider you a mother, unlike the other three boys who called you ‘mother’ and ‘mommy’ all the time. Your husband’s son only considered you as a stepmother, but that didn’t stop you from taking care of him as if he were your son.

“I’m going to run you a hot bubble bath. After Alfred takes care of you, I think you’ll want to relax in the warm water.”

“Thank you, Y/N, but I’m not your baby.” He said rolling his eyes and turning his face to look at Alfred.

“Damian!” Bruce warned his son. But you smiled at your husband, showing that everything was okay. You left the Batcave, heading back to the mansion to prepare Dami’s bath.

(…)

Damian was already in his room. You were heading to the boy's room, with a tray in your hand.

The clock said 2:32 am, but you were sure the boy hadn't slept yet. The Waynes used to sleep only when the sun came up.

Yout left hand knocked lightly on the wooden door with the boy's initials engraved on it. Ypur ears picked up a “you can come in”, authorizing you to enter Damian’s room.

“I came to see if you were okay, Dami.” You said, entering and closing the door behind your body. Your arms came off the tray on the bed, seeing that the boy was sitting on the mattress. “I brought milk and cookies, this will definitely make you feel better.”

“Why do you do these things, Y/N?” He asked, with a questioning look.

“I didn't understand. Don't you like what I do for you?”

“At first I thought you had a plan to win me over and then you would hate me for being Bruce's biological son.” He said, seeing you take a cookie and offer it to him.

“I would never do that. I love you, Dami, even if you don't like me. These things I do for you are normal motherly actions.”

“My mother didn’t do any of that. She only got cookies when she did something good.” He said, his eyes shining like he was going to cry.

“Oh baby. I know you don't consider me your mother and I don't want to force you into anything, but I want you to know that these things I do are because I love you.” You explained, smiling widely at him and drinking some milk. “Do you know what my mother did for me when I was hurt?”

“No.” He said, while devouring several cookies. “She also gave you cookies and milk?”

“Yes, and she also told me a bedtime story.” You argued, running your hand through the boy's hair. “I'll tell you a story.”

“I’m not four years old, Y/N” He murmured.

“Damian, you’re not old enough to hear a good story before bed.”

“OK. Just don't tell stories about princesses or ponies.”

“Clear. I'm going to tell the story of a boy called Dami. He was so brave and beautiful, he was a strong and fearless boy.” His lips formed a smile as he said the words. Damian's eyes were bright and sweet. “One day, he went to the forest to play with the birds and found a portal to a magical world.”

“Like Narnia?: He asked, completely interested in your story.

“Yes, but without the closet. The magical portal led to a kingdom full of witches, fairies, vampires and any magical creature you can imagine.”

“Even elves?” He questioned you again. Now Damian was lying in bed and you covered him with the blanket.

“Of course, elves can't be missed.” You said. Your heart filled with love and you almost cried when you saw the image of the boy who hated you six months ago totally interested in a bedtime story. “In that kingdom there was a crystal that served as oxygen for all beings there, but a terrible villain broke this crystal and stole its essence, leaving the world without magic.” Damian still had complete fun with your narration. “Then, the queen called Martha went and asked the brave Dami to hunt down the villain and recover the essence of the crystal.”

“And he did this?”

“Yes! Dami took a sword and shield and went out to the magical kingdom in search of the villain. He went to an ancient village in the kingdom called Gothym and met three knights named Grayson, Todd and Drake. They sent Dami to the mountains where he would find the villain.”

“And he found it?”

“He found it, but it was difficult. The villain was hiding in a ruined castle north of Gothym. Dami fought bravely with the villain and defeated him. Dami recovered the essentials of the crystal and in exchange, Queen Martha gave him a personal portal to return to the kingdom as often as he wanted. Dami was a brave hero and defeated the evil villain.” You told the story while running your hand affectionately through the boy's hair. “Did you like the story?”

“Yes, it was the best story anyone told me.”

“I'm glad you liked it, my love. If you want, I can tell you a story every night.”

“Todd would make fun of me if he knew.” He said, looking at you so intently that you knew he was embarrassed for having liked the story.

“I'm gonna tell you a secret. I told Dick, Jason and Tim stories for three years, but they didn't want to.”

“Did you tell Todd bedtime stories?” He asked loudly, as if it were some blasphemy.

“Of course, and he loved them all.”

“So I want to hear stories before bed.”

“I'll love telling you, along with a glass of milk and cookies. Good evening, Dami.” You said getting up from the bed. Your lips found the boy's forehead.

“Good night, mom.” He said, making you look surprised at him. “I can call you mom? Since Dick, Jason, and Tim call you Mom, I thought you might as well.”

“Of course, my dear. You can call me mother and I will call you my son.” Your arms wrapped around the body of the boy, your son. Love seemed to explode in your heart. “Good evening, my dear son.”

“Good nigh, mom.”

You gave Damian one last kiss on his forehead, before picking up the tray and taking it to the kitchen. After washing the dishes, you went to the master suite, the room shared between you and Bruce.

Your husband was lying on the king size bed, waiting for you. After showering and putting on your pajama, you laid down on the bed.

“Damian called me mom.” You said to Bruce, earning a smile from him.

“With bedtime stories, milk and cookies.”

“How did this happen?” He asked, setting aside the iPad he was using to hug you.

[elizzsush]

“Fuck you Comic Con nerds!” | DC - Batman WIP

Batfam X Isekaied Reader

— in which you, a DC fan gets isekaied into and gets saved by boy wonder. Only to get mad at him and B… it’s only after you calm down (still mad at them) you piece together what actually happened… but should you tell them?

AU: Soulmate (?), isekai Rating: Sfw

Note: You and Damien are the same age and shit. I don’t really remember how old he is but for the sake of fanfiction let’s age him up to 18 (or down I looked it up and it said he was 37? I have no idea where that info was from comic are confusing)

Warning: Y/N swears a lot and makes a like one sexual joke? _________________________________

One minute you were in the greatest, most magical place in the world: Six flags. And the next you were in the sewer. To say you were pissed and totally confused was an understatement. Those funnel cakes by the entrance were calling your name- you were gonna get one before you left! Now instead of that sweet cake smell it was replaced with the smell of shit and piss and whatever else lived in the sewer.

Sixflags was suppose to be relaxing- doctors orders. You just needed to relax and distract from-

You were in the sewers. You dreaded to think about what you may have stepped in while on your quest to find a manhole cover.

So yes, you looked like an idiot in a Superman cape carrying a Wayne enterprises mug wondering around the sewers. The mug was half off and made you feel like you existed in the world of DC instead of the regular merchandise… and the cape was because who doesn’t get a cape when they go to six flags? Or at least bring the cape they already bought with them. Looking back, you blamed the mug. Anyway, you were wandering around this horrible sewer with water greener then green. It seriously looked toxic… when you heard this horrible roar…

You glanced back from where you came- looking towards the sound, when you heard it again. So, like any sane person. You broke out into a sprint.

Bad ideas, because it heard you and was coming closer now.

You seriously doubted you would be able to outrun this thing for long. It was getting closer and rapidly. But, thankfully, luck was on your side- because you saw a manhole cover!

Climbing the ladder you pushed the thing open-

Only to almost get ran over by a fucking car! “Watch it!” You cursed at the speeding car, a certain finger proudly in the air as you climb out. Momentarily forgetting about the creature that was chasing you. Remember that you slammed the man hole cover shut in a hurry.

But, did you think you could compete with some monster when it comes to the battle of strength? Yeah, didn’t think so either. It blasted the manhole cover off of its neat little spot and you hurry back and away from the road. “What the- oh my god.” You breath in relief when the thing was too big to actually climb out of the sewers. “Killer croc… okay… I’m losing it… whatever it is…” you try and breath out to collect yourself but you were interrupted by the sound of a very angry lizard man… thing. Crocodile? “Okay fuck off!” You shouted angrily at the villain and rip your cap off. “Abusive aunts or some shit is hard but by god your annoying!” You huff and run away because that just made him more angry and you didn’t want to stick around for that.

You did run away while waving two fingers at him, each from the middle of two of your hands but that was neither here nor there. You just needed to walk away and clear your head-

And…

You bumped into someone on your little escape. A chest of a fucking cosplayer. “My day couldn’t be going worse- oh my god, Fuck you Comic Con nerds!” You swore at the boy in black, red and green. “Six flags was suppose to be fucking relaxing!” You swore at him and turned away to go the opposite way only to bare witness to the snarls of a certain croc

“get back here!” He made the fucking ground shake.

“Fuck you and your shitty Damien cosplay, I am out of here.” You turn and ran from him only he to met with the silhouette of a bat… man, it was fucking Batman. “Oh I wonder who it is? Bruce Wayne, no fucking duh, Go fight the idiot on acid and leave me out of it.” You hissed because you were cornered. You tend to lash out when your cornered. He approached you quieter now. “…Oh um, I’ll take the crocodile, thanks.” You spoke as you backed up only for him to make the ground shake harder-

“Fine! Boy wonder then god damn. At least he’s hot!”

“How do You know our names?” Boy wonder piped up. He was suddenly standing beside you.

“Are You dense or really into role play?” You hissed at them. “I don’t know what kind of budget your little prank crew is working with but screw off!” Just then the crocadile managed to ruin the ground around him and break free- resulting in Batman and Robin to fight him and you-

The sane one to run away, “I’m so suing six flags for this- didn’t sign up for their fucking role-play shit.”

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Okay, so after adjusting. You were no longer in six flags- nor some rich nerds cosplay special effects whatever. Hell you didn’t even somehow end up on a movie set shooting for the next Batman. “Gotham more like god dammit, right?” You joked to yourself, and the old women next to you. She just looked at you weirded out and oddly disappointed before shaking her head. “Okay, Fuck me then.”

So, yeah, you were feeling a lot of emotions. Hey, you can adjust to this! Because no way in hell was getting back to your world worth being involved in whatever episode or comic plot this whole thing was. Yeah no, fuck that. You made a checklist.

1. Get out of Gotham (metropolis was lovely, Superman was cool-)

2. Get enough money to fuck off to some corner of the world no one knew about.

And finally 3. Live peacefully knowing you’ll never get that funnel cake.

The only problem? You didn’t have any money, food, shelter, phone, money again, or anything besides the clothes on your back. And you were craving funnel cake. Yes, you were poor in Gotham. That was basically a death sentence.

At least you had a mug. A stupid, useless mug. Hey, at least you can beg for change with it! “I should rob people.” You mutter to yourself because, that seemed like a good easy way to get money- the old women next to you however eyed you warily and moved her purse. “Not you, we’re cool Margaret.” You sent her a wave and a wink and got up. This plan would work.

It was this or sell the Justice leagues names to villains. Which- hey that could make cash and make you dead!

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Despite what people will tell you, stealing is fun.

Who would have guessed- your a natural pick pocket! If pick pocketing was running past women and tugging their bags away. “My bag! My purse!” Okay, maybe you had a bit of a sick sense of humor but you were desperate! And you made 132 dollars and 25 cents. Had it been two days? Yes, had you been pepper sprayed twice? Yes again, but you avoided it!

The only regret you had? Why hadn’t it been marvel? Marvel just seemed easier to live in. Yes the world did end but it bounced back! You sighed and threw a penny in the air. You were honestly tired. Two days was a long time to go without a bed. You couldn’t get a job either, you tired and needed so much to prove you were a serial killer or a thief- which included a birth certificate you didn’t have and so much more. Background checks would be the death of you. Even at that small cafe you met Margret? Yeah it was Margret. “Well we’ll well, if it isn’t Gotham’s newest petty criminal.”

You dropped your penny. Leaving you with 24 cents.

It was Jason fucking Todd.

“If I die, at least make it by those thighs.” You said solemnly, accepting your death. “I mean seriously, you squat or something?” You did a wolf whistle and now you were being detained. Okay, you tried.

You never claimed to be better then a man. And if you did you lied.

“I got her B.”

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“Banananannaan Batman! Da Na!” You sang as Batman’s Batmobile pulled into the bat cave. The same one you had been dragged too. “He’s the crime fighting vigilantes who works alone! Besides Robin, Nightwing, Gordon, the Justice League, batgirl, Red Robin, red hood, Oracle, Barbra, um… I know theirs more help me out jay bird?” You sang as he excited the car. “He refuses to kill the joker who’s a mass murder ands death would save thousands! It’s Batman! The hero man! Danananana!”

“How do You know?” Batman asked as he walked towards you.

“The Song? Oh I improvised. Hard to find rhymes for Batman, hero man is pretty good though, huh?” He fucking punched you! “Fuck! What the hell dude? Wait are you the angry Batman who’s quieter or the nice Batman- god it’s so hard to know which one I ended up with.”

“This is serious.” Dick Said as he grabbed Batman hand and pulled him away from you.

“Heard of coping? penis?” You rolled your eyes, “this is kinda how I do it.”

“You sold our information, or Superman’s information too a villain. Tell us why and how you knew it and we’ll let you go.” He continued, “our friend is in serious danger now because of you.” He gritted his teeth looking upset.

You just rolled your eyes and licked your now bloody teeth. “Would have sold your guys information for a lot more then I got on me. Living large with eight dogs- maybe cats? Don’t know how I feel about animals actually. Which do you prefer dogs or cats?”

“We need to know how many villains you sold us out too.” Dick said calmly, his face getting closer to your own. “Now.”

You smile and lean closer to him. “You free after this?” He backed away with a frustrated look and Batman put his hand on Dick shoulder. “Oh B is tapping in now- great!”

“Your the only person who knows who we are.” Another voice said you looked behind you and saw Damien.

“That you don’t trust. Maybe check your inner circles before punching a poor thief! God… you’d think the world greatest detective would fact check- oh wait isn’t the greatest a chimp or something? I’ve always loved monkeys- oh maybe I’d get a monkey for my pent house.”

“You have no family, no friends, no birth certificate- before last week you didn’t exist. There are no records of you being born or traveling to Gotham. Who exactly are you?” Batman leaned close to you.

You stayed silent, thinking of your options. "I was with a traveling circus..." You began, "Then one day someone rigged the equipment for my parent's routine and then batman adopted me, and that was how I began robin..." You spoke solemnly, you noticed how a certain blue suited bird man tensed up. "Aw, don't tell me we have the same backstory!" You accused the Nighwing, "well one of us is going to have to change it and I hate to tell you, but I make it work."

"She knows more about us than our names... or at least more about Nighwing." You heard a robin mutter, the red one.

"Okay being red was his thing” you look at red hood, “and you took it, so you have no place to talk about me and penis's copycat situation- Even though I totally did it first and he should change it." You nudged your head towards Red Hood, "Kinda like how you took his role as Robin, but you know what Ima stay away from that can of worms haha." You laughed awkwardly as Jason stood up from behind you and walked towards you menacingly.

"This is a Major Turn Off for me you know? The costumes just don’t do it- maybe if you strip-“ and your mouth was tapped shut.

_____________________________________NOTE: Y/N is supposed to be Deadpool coded because I was watching Deadpool and laughing my ass off earlier.

[gatorbites-imagines]

Kinktober day 28

Dick Grayson + Markings (hickeys, bruises, tattoos)

Insert that one dove meme that’s like “gazing lovingly at his gigantic angry wife” but its Dick and the Reader whos a former criminal. I eat up all size difference, so, big reader :3c.

I may have had tom hardy in the back of my mind during this.

2024 kinktober masterlist

Dick loved a lot of things about his lover, the list was way too long for him to state right then and there. Hell, he could probably go on for hours about how much he loved you. He loved your personality, how you always acted grumpy and mean, but you cared so much under all the walls you had to build during your life.

He loved how big your hands were, and how they dwarfed his, and Dick wasn’t a small guy either. He loved how some of your teeth were chipped or slightly crooked from how many fights you have been in, or that one of your ears if permanently bigger than the other because of fighting. He loved how you saved your smiles for him, your real smiles and not just the crooked smirks you gave others.

He loved your muscles and how big you were, well, everywhere. From height, to width, to just bulk in general. You may not be the most flexible, but Dick is flexible enough for the both of you, so you don’t need to bend your legs or arms too wildly when you guys are together.

And most importantly, he loved your tattoos. They were kinda cheesy, in your words anyways. They clearly screamed “I got these tattoos when I was 17 and started gangbanging”, at least the first ones you got did. The ones you got later on as well as coverups have a sense of taste, at the very least they look good on you.

Dick couldn’t forget about your strength either, and how easily you left bruises on him. His all-time favourite is the shape of your fingers on his hips, knowing how easily you could move him around, fold him in half or spread his legs until you got what you wanted.

It was against all his bat training, but Dick had started wanting tattoos too because of you, something he regularly whined about just because he could. Every time he saw you wandering around the apartment in your baggy basketball shorts, or worn thin sweats, muscular tattooed torso on display. Well, Dick always made sure to whistle and appreciate the sight a little, before he would slump against your back, grope your pecs and whine about the ink in your skin.

You didn’t care much about what he did, if Dick got tattoos or not. Part of you understood the whole identifying thing about it, having been caught by cops multiple times based on the fact that you had tattoos all the way up your neck. But if that’s what he wanted, then who was Batman to stop him.

Maybe you were a bad influence, as some part of Dick always wanted to defy Bruce in one way or another if he could get away with it. And its not like a little tattoo would be hard to hide or anything, he just needed to get it done a place that most people wouldn’t look.

You weren’t a real tattoo artist, having never gotten the title or anything. But you had done enough tattoos on yourself and others to know what’s up and how to care for them, so it should be no surprise when Dick wanted you to be the one to put the tattoo on him.

All you needed to do was sit back and wait for Dick to put the stencil on and lay down on the spot you prepared. You hadn’t expected him to choose your initials for his stencil, or for him to place it on his inner thighs, near the crevice where the thigh became his hips. It was a nice spot to hide it, sure, but it was also so close to his… everything. You had a feeling hed put it on his taint if he could, and part of you almost asked only to hold yourself back.

Instead, you two got to work, Dicks leg draped provocatively over one of your broad muscular shoulders, your love rubbing his foot up and down your shoulder blades as you did quick work of the tattoo. It wasn’t anything big or difficult, what distracted you the most was Dicks twitching and squirming, or the tiny huffs and hums he let out.

“What?” Dick huffed as you looked up at him with an unamused raised brow, seeing how hard he had gotten from something as small as a tattoo. “It’s a normal bodily reaction” your lover pouted, only for you to shake your head and stand up to clean up the things you used to tattoo him, as well as wash your hands.

“Its really not. But you aren’t normal babe” you grunt, shooting Dick another unamused look as you hear the slick noise of him touching himself. Vigilantes truly had crazy stamina from your experience, even if your experience was only Dick, but he got worked up so easily and never knew when to control himself when it was just you two.

“Really?” you snort out with an upwards pull at your lips, as you pat your hands dry on a towel. “You… take your shirt off” your partner demands, his voice a tone higher than usual as his hand works himself in quick short flicks, as Dick gropes at his pecs with the other.

“Oh? I’m a dancer now?” you jab, even if you don’t mean it to sound confrontational, taking your shirt off in the meantime. You didn’t need to do more than flex and stand there, Dick seemingly putting in all the effort as he worked himself into a panting groaning mess.

Having someone so attracted to you was always a bit of a humbling and flustering experience. You knew you were attractive to certain people, but that was mainly those people into the whole “big dangerous criminal” look you had going on, even if you didn’t mean too. But it never felt the same as what Dick seemed to see in you.

He just needed to see you to get off to you, hell, some days he didn’t even need to see you and thinking was enough. If you had left bruises and hickeys on him the days before, then Dick always just needed to press at them and think about you to push himself over the edge.

Some may call it unhealthy to be so obsessed with his own boyfriend, but Dick could care less. You treated him well, fucked him so good he cried in pleasure just thinking about it, and you loved him because you wanted too and not because someone ordered it, or you wanted to use him.

It did annoy you a little to see him cumming all over his own torso, abs flexing, and jaw clenched, right after you had just cleaned him up. At least he got none of it on his new tattoo, even if you feared the sweat he must have been producing would bother it.

“You just have to help me keep and eye on it” he snickers as you lift his leg to make sure everything is as it should be, and put a cover over it so it can heal a little before Dick can walk around with it. “You can help me with something else first” you snicker, easily picking Dick up and throwing him over one of your broad shoulders, your lover picking up on where you were going quickly.

And yeah, maybe tattooing your partner was hot, or maybe it was all the hickeys and bruises you left on him, or just the fact that Dick could get off just looking at your tattoo covered body flexing. But it had gotten blood pumping for you too, and maybe you couldn’t fuck him or his thighs for a while, but Dick always seemed more than willing to offer up his mouth or pecs.