#POV Selina kyle

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on again and off again and on again and

batcat break up and/or hook up playlist (Spotify || Youtube)

Too Close Sir Chloe // Lost Kitten Metric // Blah Blah Blah The Oozes // Wet Dazey and the Scouts // get him back! Olivia Rodrigo // Rehab People Planet // Margarita Spin Doctors // Paris Kate Nash // Denial Thing Amanda Palmer and the Grand Theft Orchestra (Spotify Alt: Gives You Hell All-American Rejects) // I Really F**cked It Up GIRLI // Good in Bed Dua Lipa

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OH MY GOD THIS HAIR DIALOGUE

STARK: Why don’t you grow out your hair?

SELINA: Why don’t you?

STARK: Hrmf.

SELINA: Tough guys don’t have long hair, is that it?

STARK: Uh huh.

SELINA: Well then, I guess I’m a tough guy too.

From Catwoman: Selina's Big Score (2002) by Darwyn Cooke

[missmilliepike]

I love being kidnapped by a d-list villain for like two days because another man has a grudge against my mom <3

do you think I'll still get paid for the days I missed at work?

[incorrectbatfam]

POV I tried to manifest becoming Jason Todd in 2023 but the universe somehow misheard me for Selina Kyle and now I'm currently waiting on my girlfriend's 6-year-old daughter's approval to continue my relationship

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Jason Todd-Centric Fic Recs

Is the fic really Jason-centric if its not overflowing with angst?

Ghost Story by InsaneTrollLogic (gen), 12k, Haunting, Unreliable Narrator It starts with the phantom sound of laughter, glimpses of motion just out of sight, a boy in a tattered Robin suit, and the sneaking suspicion that not all of Jason made it back from the dead.

prologue, part one: he's a rescue by ijustmightwing (gen), 2k, First Meetings Jason Todd met Selina Kyle with blood in his teeth and a wrench in his hand. Before Batman, Jason Todd meets Catwoman and learns a skill or two.

White Lighters / Afterglow by lurkinglurkerwholurks (gen), 3k, Whump Jason Todd was the worst kind of liar.

Requiem by scandalsavage (gen), 4k, Angst, Time-Travel He blinks as his brain takes it’s sweet fucking time processing what his eyes are seeing.      “So you’re me, huh?” the kid says, rocking back and forth from his heels to his toes like he can’t sit still for three god damn seconds.     “That’s pretty cool. You’re huge.”      Jason hates him. He hates those stupid fucking curls. He hates that stupid bubbly energy. He hates that fucking earnestness, that eagerness to please. He hates that goddamn costume.      He hates the way the kid clings to Bruce’s shadow.     He despises that hand Bruce has on his shoulder.

For Those Who Can't by GoAwayOlivia (gen), 8k, Case Fic, Violence They don’t understand him at all. There is no setting him off, that’s not the way it works. And he doesn’t go on violent sprees. Jason kills when the situation demands. That’s it. Plain and simple. He doesn’t lose his temper and murder any asshole that pisses him off. Every kill is a decision that he makes, and every decision is carefully weighed and measured with a cool head. He only ever kills because the person deserves to die.

It is only, and all about Roy by chucklesbuckles (Roy Harper/Jason Todd), 5k “Great, you fucked yourself and the rest of your Star City crime fighting pals, & now you’ve fucked me too. What did you do to the windows? Missile proof glass?” He dug around in his pocket, shooting Ollie a no doubt very dirty look.      “What are you doing?” Ollie asked, so very tired already of dealing with this shitshow of a human.      “Building a bomb. Duh,” he said, petulant.

The Whale by chucklesbuckles (gen), 10k, BAMF!Jason, POV Outsider, Prison Parker jumped down from the bed and drug a plastic chair from the rec room over. It’s legs screeched across the floor. “Now, I wanna be clear. I know you, rightfully, won’t believe me, but I don’t actually enjoy hurting people.” He climbed up on the chair, situated back by Colton’s knees. He leveled the hammer at his face. “I’m not, like, a sociopath.” He let out a musical laugh. “I honestly get a little squeamish with gore.” He patted Colton’s thigh with his free hand, blowing out a regretful breath. “I know what it’s like, you know. I was beaten half to death once. True story! The jackass did it all wrong though.” He reached up, patted his cheek.

Who You Needed by inki_Bat (gen), 6k, Time-Travel "He got another one?"      Bruce flinches. Visibly flinches. Steph makes a noise as if she's about to speak but her mouth clamps shut at a look from Dick. Jason steps closer, trying to get a better look. Another Robin is not exactly surprising, even with Damian still in the role. Infuriating, but not surprising.      But no, that isn't it. This all seems too familiar. Damian is staring at him with unconcealed nosiness.      "Bruce," he can hear his voice shaking. "What the fuck is that?"

[imbadatwrighting]

Sneaky Cat

Requested

I was going to write this as a songfic but changed my mind last minute so it took a little longer than expected. Anyways to the person who asked for this I had to smush some things together I hope that’s alright and the smut lowkey ain’t dat great. Also just started watch future man…do what you want with that information

Pairing: Selina Kyle x Male reader

Tags: NSFW 18+ at the end, sex with plot? (Idk I’ve never read a post with that), Wayne!reader, adopted!reader, sweet!reader, fluff, smut, Bruce and reader having tension, no use of Y/n, 2nd pov, soft dom!reader, brother issues, lowkey rushed to the sex half way through, oral (reader giving), unprotected sex, cream pie, missionary , prolly a lot of spelling errors

“Selina! Have you seen my tie?” Your voice boomed across the whole second floor of the house unintentionally.

“This tie?” your girlfriend of two years asked, holding up a gold tie. She leaned against the door frame staring at you with her classic cat eyes.

A smile plastered on your face, walking towards her. “This is why I love you,” you grinned, reaching down to plant a kiss on her lips and grab the tie.

You could feel the smirk she made through the kiss before breaking it off. “No other reasons?” she asked, a devious smile on her face.

You walked back to your mirror, staring at her through it while you put your tie on. “Not any I can remember I’m afraid.”

She swayed closer to you, wrapping her hands around your waist and maneuvering her head to be beside your shoulder. “That’s too bad. Here I was thinking you loved me for my brilliant ideas,” she pouted before hiding her mouth with your shoulder so you couldn’t see her smile.

A small groan left your lips as you ran your hands through your hair. “I wouldn’t say making me go to this gala was a good idea.”

“You own the most stocks and are a co-owner of Wayne Enterprises, I’m afraid you have to go.”

You turned around to face her, slowly wrapping your arms around her waist. Her hands moved up to your chest, smoothing out a wrinkle. “You only want me to go so you can steal valuables from the guests, my dearest.”

Selina huffed before turning away towards the door. Her hips swayed as she walked away. “Let’s not leave Alfred waiting much longer mi amor,” she grinned.

You stood still for a moment, unsure of what you heard was right. You ran towards Selina, observing her eyes for any sense of sarcasm or lying.

“Do not tell me Bruce will be there too,” you spoke slowly, walking down the steps of your mansion with Selina. The sounds of heeled shoes hitting marble, echoed in the area.

“If I remember correctly, your parents gave Wayne Enterprises to both you and Bruce and he still plays apart in it,” she replied hastily, not caring enough to make eye contact.

“When he’s not playing good guy in his bat costume, sure, but all he cares about is fighting crime over and over again, he cares little about what happens to Wayne Enterprises or even me!”

“If I remember correctly you fight crime too.” Selina walked faster, reaching the first floor before you, grabbing a necklace on the marble counter.

She stared at the black diamonds shinning under the light, eventually moving her hand with the necklace towards you, gesturing you to put it on her.

You sighed, grabbing the necklace. “When I was with his all I did was stare at the computers in his little cave.”

“You still do,” Selina hummed.

“That different,” you grumbled. “When I was working with him, no one even knew my name or I was a vigilante at all. You had no idea who Umbra Mortis was after I told you. Or that I was his brother.”

“I do now. People know who Umbra Mortis is now.” Selina turned to face your towering figure after felling the necklace be latched on.

“They still don’t know I’m his brother. He refuses to tell people I’m his brother because I was adopted.”

“That’s not true,” Selina said, following you out the door.

“How’d you know? You ask him?” You smirked.

“Maybe,” Selina replied, before grabbing you arm, only being a couple feet away from the limo containing your brother and his butler. “Listen be nice to him and you might even get a special treat,” she grinned, pulling you down into a kiss.

It felt longer that it was but you savored every second of it. You observed the taste of cherries that presented itself onto your tongue.

You hummed as she broke away from the the kiss slowly. You wished you didn’t have to go to the gala, instead staying home with Selina watching her favorite movie in bed.

You opened the door of the limo, letting Selina get in before you while you held the door. You could hear pleasantries given from where you stood as you desperately wished you would have to get in the limo with you older brother.

You could feel your brothers gaze on you as you entered the limo.

“Greeting Master Wayne,” Alfred nodded, quickly driving off. You smiled at the man, he always had called you by your last name since you could remember. It wasn’t that you weren’t close to him, he just wanted to always show his upmost respect towards you.

“Brother,” Bruce greeted. It didn’t seem like the type of greeting you would give your brother, more like a greeting to a stranger.

A curt nod was given to Bruce as you intertwined your hand with Selina’s soft hands. Your fingers played with her rings that she stole from multiple museums.

“I haven’t seen you in a while,” Bruce brought up, eyes still trained on your figure. Your eyes broke away from Selina’s perfect figure.

“Whose fault was that?” you murmured, rolling your eyes. Selina’s heeled foot quickly hit your leg in annoyance. Your eyes quickly looked over to your girlfriend before moving back to look at Bruce.

Bruce paid no mind to your comment. “I see,” he commented, not saying anything else.

A wave of awkwardness took over the limo as the two brothers or interact with each other, or at least one of them did.

“Talk to him, querido,” Selina whispered in your ear, running her nails down your suit.

You rolled your eyes not looking at your girlfriend. “What are you doing here Bruce?” you say bluntly, being forced to say something.

“I’m going to a gala, brother. It’s good for my image.”

“Alfred making you go?”

“It seems you know me too well brother.”

You hummed. “Well, after having to be around you, most of my life, it seems I have to. If not, I might have become a worse brother than you.”

Selena scoff at you as Bruce squinted his eyes. “I gave you no reason to say I am a bad brother.”

An irked expression fell on your face as you glared lightly at your brother. “You have multiple recent to being a bad brother! You left me on a mountain by myself, at fifteen!”

An annoyed expression fell on Bruce’s face. “How many times do I have to tell you it was an accident, I thought you already left,” he said, fingers massaging his temple.

“How am I supposed to believe that when just an hour before you were screaming at me and wishing I wasn’t in your life,” you glared, feeling Selena’s hands down your back and comfort and also as a warning.

“Boys, enough of this, we’re already at this gala so pretend you like each other,” Selina smirked, an obvious fake smile before elegantly getting out of the limo.

You spared Bruce no mind as you got out after your girlfriend, you hand finding the perfect resting spot on her waist.

“Just talking to me and a couple guests won’t get anything you’re hoping for tonight,” she whispered, slowly pushing your arms off her waist, a smile still on her face. “Talk to Bruce or you’re getting nothing tonight.”

With that same grinning smile she walked off, most likely towards the bar full of drunk old fish man with pockets full of money.

With a sigh you slowed your walking, letting Bruce catch up to you. “My apologies for my inappropriate acts Bruce.”

“Don’t act like that,” he said, talking in a whisper, occasionally nodding his head at a couple men and woman.

“Act like what?” you ask.

“Like we’re not brothers. You haven’t talked to me like a brother since you were fifteen.”

“You throw me in the side Bruce, you always have. I had no reason to treat you like a brother when you were too busy to acknowledge me.”

Bruce looks at you with an unreadable expression on his face before taking a deep breath.

You went to scoff before he spoke up. “I’m sorry,” he said is a hushed voice. It almost made you stop in your tracks. Not once has your brother ever apologized to you. Not when he pushed you down the stairs, or when he played a mean April fools day prank on you.

You stayed silent for a minute smiling when contractors and other business partners walked by.

You didn’t care about them at the moment, your first thought was on your brother. Then of course Selina forty feet away at the bar.

“I’m sorry as well… brother,” you spoke, slowly walking away from Bruce towards Selina.

“I talked to him and even said sorry,” you smile, hand going up to her shoulders.

She turned around staring up into your eyes. “Considering Bruce looks like a kicked puppy I would say you did it like you were supposed to.”

You frowned at her words. “Listen it’s the best you’re going to get out of me tonight, now can we just go home?”

Selina digs a gold watch out of her purse, looking at the time. “We’ve been here for no more than ten minutes so unfortunately not mi amor.”

“You’re just being mean at this point,” you groan walking to wherever Selina sways to.

“At least an hour then we can leave,” she smirks pulling you to the dance floor. “For now, we dance.” She puts one arm around your neck and the other into your hand and she waltz’s to the relaxing music.

Your eyes met her sparkling black ones as waves of emotion overflowed your body. She made you fall in love with her every day.

“I can’t stay here Selina,” you growled in her ear.

She paid no mind to you as she twirled and danced. She was enjoying this and you both knew it.

“Selina,” you growled once again. Your heart was practically beating out of your chest.

“I’m afraid you’re going to have to wait. I’m not going home because you’re horny.”

Your hand traveled down her waist, lightly grazing her ass. Her subtly eyed you, eyes narrowing down. “Relax my love, no one is watching,” you whispered, softly biting her ear as you leaned down.

You could feel Selina get hotter as you continued to dance on the dance floor. Your thoughts were not on Bruce nor anyone else but Selina. You didn’t care about anything except Selina.

“You’re playing a dirty game baby,” Selina murmured in your ear, hands gripping your body.

“I wouldn’t have to if we left.”

Selina stayed silent once more, like she was contemplating the answer she would choose. “…fine,” she murmured.

A grin fell on your face before you dragged her out of the gala, you opened the door of a rentable limo. You didn’t have to say any words to the man. Almost everyone in Gotham knew where you lived. It was hard to miss it.

Selina sat down close to you, kissing your neck. You exhaled a breath, holding her waist. “If you keep it up, I’m going to get a boner before we get home,” you groan.

She seemed to only hum and that, keeping up with the original pace.

The drive home seemed longer than anything before. It felt like the limo driver was going slower on purpose. Selina didn’t let it stop her as she spread hickeys all over your neck.

The white limo stopped at the entrance to your mansion. Selina and you quickly rushed out, leaving behind cash for the driver. Poor man must have been a little traumatized.

You pushed Selina through the door into your room. Her hot breath could be felt on your face.

You unzipped her black dress before she reach for her necklace. “No,” you breathed out. “Keep it on.”

You could feel her lightly moan against your neck as you removed your tie and shirt.

You hoisted Selina up before gently throwing her on the bed.

“Fuck,” you moaned out. Crawling on the bed to be face to face with your girlfriend. “You’re so hot baby.”

Her hands reached up to your neck, pulling you down into her. The kiss was sloppy; full of lust. Her legs wrapped around your unclothed waist.

You head traveled down kisses her neck towards her tits. She grabbed onto your hair as you left a trail of kisses to her clit.

Your hot breath only made her wetter. You licked her clit slowly before making eye contact with her. She let out a breathy moan as you stared her down. Your mouth latched onto her clit sucking and licking like a mad man.

“Fuck,” she moaned, gripping your hair harder. You let out a quick sound before resuming your task.

“God I love your pussy,” you rasped, sticking two fingers into her drenched hole. Her shaky legs wrapped around your head.

Your fingers thrusted in and out of her as your teeth lightly grazed her clit. She could feel her orgasm already coming. “Baby,” she groaned, quickly tapping your head. You removed your mouth from her wet clit as you looked up at her.

“I need it in me,” she whispered, almost like she was embarrassed. She could hear you undoing your zipper as soon as the words came out of her mouth.

Her legs released you from her grip as she pulled you up to be face to face with her. She could feel your hard cock rubbing against her clit. A soft moan came out of her as her arms wrapped around your neck.

“I’ve wanted you all day, baby,” you groan, lips attacking her own as you slowly entered her wet pussy.

“I know,” she smirked out before moaning loudly as you thrusted in and out of her. “God, I forgot how big you were.”

Your arm traveled down to her waist giving you a better angle to thrust into her. “You’re so tight, honey,” you breath out, hair falling down on your eyes.

Nails grazed down your back as you thrusted harder into your girlfriend. Her girlfriend arched your back letting out a whimper. “I’m close baby,” she whimpered feeling her orgasm about to come.

“Just a little more. You can hold out baby,” you grunted, pounding into her at an inhuman pace. Your cock overwhelming her senses.

Her legs shook as her head turned to the side, giving you a better view of her neck. “I’m close, I’m so fucking close,” she panted.

Your hand gripped her waist tighter, feeling her slowly get tighter. “Let go baby,” you muttered, feeling your release about to come.

A high pitched moan left your girlfriend as her pussy tightened around you and legs vibrated rapidly. You gave a few more quick thrusts before coming inside her.

Your moved you hand to move your girlfriend face towards you. Her fucked out eyes looked at you as she panted hard.

You slowly pulled out of her before kissing the top of her head. “I love you,” you sighed, getting up to clean her up.

“Bath or no bath?” you asked, grabbing a hand towel from the bathroom.

“No bath,” she grinned weakly, pulling you towards her. “Just want you.”

“You got me baby,” you smirked, handing her one of your comfy shirts after cleaning her up the best you could.

She slipped on your shirt, it draped over her figure as she huddled towards your figure getting in bed.

You looked at the shirt, too big for your girlfriend. “God just looking at you turns me on.” You kissed your smiling girlfriend.

“You’re handling that issue yourself.”

You smiled harder at her. You didn’t care about Bruce in the moment or fighting crime, just caring about marrying the girl laying next to you.

[baambastic]

Woo Be Upon Ye:

Medieval fantasy TimKon AU where Kon is a half-dragon prince of the realm who elevates commoner Tim to the Royal Guard on a whim. Also has Bart as an apprentice mage, Donna and Cassie as Themiscyran ambassadors, many of Tim’s school friends as Royal Guards, Wildcat as a mentor, the Daily Planet staff as the royal council, and more! Planned as part one of a four-part series.

Bernard Dowd vs. The World:

After hearing Tim’s many, many, many stories about his friends, Bernard realizes that almost all of Tim’s guy friends were hitting on Tim at multiple points. Failing to convince Tim of this, however, Bernard makes it his mission to obtain written testimonies from as many of said friends as he can to support his case. Such friends include Superboy, Danny Temple, Sebastian Ives, Lonnie Machin, and more.

Two for the Price of Them:

In this AU, Tim’s 100th cloning attempt is a success, and so clones of both Kon and Bart are created. Partway through the artificial aging process, however, an agent of N.O.W.H.E.R.E. (overhauled from the same metahuman-abduction organization from the New52) attacks. Tim is forced to go on the run and off the grid with the two clone babies.

The World Didn’t Stand Still:

When Kathy Branden plugs a Phantom Zone Crystal into her teleportal and visits the Phantom Zone, she comes back with a young Krytonian boy, Chris Kent, who claims to be the foster son of Clark Kent and Lois Lane. Effectively taking pre-boot Chris from after his debut story and transporting him into post-Rebirth continuity. Part of a planned trilogy of fics centered on Chris. Guaranteed that they will not end with Chris getting punted into the Phantom Zone for an unknown length of time.

The Dichotomy of Lor-Zod and Chris Kent:

In post-Infinite Frontiers continuity, Lor-Zod begins getting flashes of a life before his own, of a life where he was family to the loathsome Kal-El of the House of El. Lor’s father, Dru-Zod, convince Lor that his affliction must be the machinations of the Justice League’s Martian Manhunter, a psychic attack meant to weaken New Kandor for invasion. Along with Non as a chaperone, Lor-Zod goes on a quest to hunt the Martian Manhunter, though he’s really on the path to restoring his pre-boot history and identity, and all the internal conflict that comes from the contradictions between his two selves. Effectively how I would approach reconciling the current iteration of Lor-Zod with Chris Kent. Guest-starring Martian Manhunter and M’gann M’orzz.

The Cola Caper:

Upon hearing the devastating news that an embargo on the island nation of Santa Prisca will halt the distribution of Zesti Cola in the United States, Dick and Tim go on a mission to infiltrate Santa Prisca and abscond with as much Zesti as they can, and maybe even the secret recipe if they’re lucky.

Stray Little Tiger:

A Billy Batson-centric fic placed in a Stray!Tim Drake AU. Selina Kyle, on her way home from a caper, comes across a lightning-struck boy in an alley. Clearly homeless and in need of help, she decides to take the boy in until he’s healed, though the lightning seems to have severely damaged his vocal cords. She doesn’t know that this boy is Billy Batson, that he’s Captain Marvel, or that there’s something deeply wrong with the Rock of Eternity. This story is told mainly from Selina’s POV, with occasional sidetracks to Tim’s POV, but never Billy’s POV. Identity shenanigans, found family, magic problems, and more.

A Single Word Spoken:

A girl in the shape of a weapon is brought to Fawcett City, where she fulfills her purpose for the first and last time.

The girl who can no longer be a weapon hides from her wielder in an old subway and finds herself transported to a place of great magic.

There, the girl who wishes to be more than she was made to be finds a Wizard, who sees the girl for her heart and not for the blood staining her skin.

The Wizard teaches the girl a name.

Cassandra speaks her first word.

And in so doing, she speaks power.

Also featuring Cass navigating the anachronistic Fawcett City, befriending Billy Batson, codependency issues, an old man who’s also a Bengal tiger, ancient grudges, a different old man who’s barely qualified to give Cass life advice, and more.

Fake it For the Win:

While on a cruise, Tim and Kon decide to fake being married in order to compete on an onboard game show for married couples. When they actually win, though, they have no choice but to keep up the act for the rest of their trip. Fake dating to real dating, with a focus on comedy.

Crossroads of Fate and Eternity:

JLI-era fic with a couple of canon-divergent indulgences. Kent Nelson, helped by Khalid Nassour, decides to take Billy Batson under his wing as a student of the mystic arts. Magic lessons, Tower of Fate and Rock of Eternity shenanigans, Bromfield family stuff, an ancient entity and an ancient demon, philosophy, and other such tidbits.

A Little Ways Along the Family Tree:

When a villain travels through time to the future and accidentally takes Robin with him, Damian Wayne must team up with Mar’i and Jake Grayson to defeat the villain and return Damian to his proper time.

A High-Speed Romantic Tryst on an Open-Water Murder Shack:

When a couple of thugs steal a houseboat belonging to one of Tim’s marina neighbors while he and Bernard are hanging out, the two of them give chase in Tim’s own houseboat. Comedy, crack treated seriously.

[lurkinglurkerwholurks]

Satisfaction

Summary:

Selina had not been a little girl who dreamed of white dresses. The marriage of Selina Kyle and Bruce Wayne, from Selina's POV. For @audreycritter and @frownyalfred

Selina had not been a little girl who dreamed of white dresses. She had not filled her idle musings with bouquets of flowers and tiny cakes. Her interest in diamonds had always been professional, not personal, waxing and waning in sync with whatever artificial value the De Beers were enforcing in the moment. A wedding had never been on her list of goals, a marriage even less so. She had craved luxury, security, independence, autonomy. Nothing she had seen as a child, watching forgotten in a corner, nor as an adult, peering through the windows of strangers, had indicated that marriage could be anything more than a gilded cage at best, an end to all she guarded fiercely at worst.

And yet here she was.

Selina had been determined to be present and fully engaged in the consequences of her decision. She had made this choice, herself, fully and of her own free will, and yet the muscle memory of her soul twitched, threatening flight at the first suggestion of a trap. If she detached herself, she risked reacting instinctively, spirit engaging in the gaps where the will faltered. So she had cataloged each moment, each sensation, carefully, a discreet notation in her mental dossier, a bespoke placard hung alongside the framed piece—the feel of her dress being zipped into place, velvet and lace pressed to skin; the clouded smell of the roses in the bower over her head, their blossoms full and heavy; the whirr of insects beneath the stringed quartet that beckoned her down the aisle.

It still felt like a dream. Selina felt herself doubled, reverberant in mind and body. She was present, present, present, and yet outside herself, forever echoing outward with a ringing ripple of awe. She smiled at all the right moments, true and real, and noted the faces that reflected their joy back from the seats on the lawn. She marveled at herself from afar. She spoke her vows, repeating solemn phrases of partnership, devotion, binding loyalty, and meant them even as her insides quivered. She heard them as if from someone else’s lips.

She was getting married.

She was getting married.

She was married.

Selina Renée Kyle, the Wayne silent but wrapped around her heart like silk, a band on her left hand and a kiss pressed to her lips. Married.

Bruce, as always, was her bolt, her fixed point as she swung through space. He had taken her hand in his at the altar and kept it through the ceremony, the vows, the walk back down the aisle, and the final round of photos that followed, letting go only briefly to sign the license. The prolonged touch might have felt restrictive, but instead it felt like the final check on her lines before rappelling through a skylight, that superstitious tug and the feedback of an anchor point that would not fail. He held her aloft.

Their rehearsal dinner had been small, intimate, restricted to the cherished few that knew who was truly getting married the following evening. Bruce, to Selina’s surprise, had chafed against the wedding pageantry his status demanded and had made a bid for the ceremony to mirror the dinner, held before no more than a handful of witnesses.

“You and me,” he had said, words breathed into the side of her neck. “The kids. Alfred. That’s all we need.”

Selina knew better.

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[batboysoneshots]

VALENTINES DAY SPECIAL (BatCat)

Happy Valentines day, I'm writing this because I can't spend this day with my Girlfriend so I'm updating for all you lonely people.

Summary: Bruce and Selina go on a date on Valentines day, all is going well until...

"Move your head undead I can't see!"

"Well excuse me Demon I want to see too" *shuffling sounds* "ow that's my foot!" "Sorry not sorry goldie" *Bruce glares at the table*

Third person pov...

It was Valentines day in Gotham City, the usual crime ridden city seemed happier for once, Couples old and young were out celebrating together.

In Wayne manor in the master bedroom. Bruce was getting ready, he had a date with Selina Kyle that evening

The usual stoic vigilante was fussing about his outfit in the mirror.

He untied the bow again ans redid it, huffing he repeated the process.

"You know you'll be fine right" comes a voice from behind him, jumping slightly cursing himself that he didn't hear him come up behind.

Sighing the man turns around tie undone. Alfred smiles at the man and walks closer. Bruce turns back to the mirror and fiddles with his bow tie again.

Alfred pulls his hands away and starts tying it for him, Bruce looks up and away from the Butler. "I don't know why im nervous, it's Selina for god sake" he mumbles angerly to himself, Alfred pats the young man's cheek.

Blue eyes looks into his, with a closes eyed smile Alfred speaks. "You're nervous because you lover her and wa t the date to go well Sir" Says the older man, Bruce smiles at the man and pats his shoulder.

"You're right as always Alfred, thanks he says Alfred smiles at his 'son' "of course sir, now you must be off or you'll be late" he tells the man, Bruce's blue eyes widened.

He grabbed his coat, hat and bouquet for Selina. "See you later be good boys!" He yells into the manor before running to his car. Alfred waved from the door as the car became smaller and smaller.

As he closed the door we was ambushed by the boys. Back against the door with Dick, Jason, Tim and Damian all looking at him the Butler raised his eyebrows.

"No boys, I will not be telling you anything. Now off you pop and leave your Father alone" he tells the boys, before walking to the kichen. The boys all looked at each other before running to the cave.

Dick stands with his hands in his hips. "Shall we go see how Bruce's date is going?" He asks his brothers. Jason grins "do you have yo ask dickiebird" The four boys use the tracker in thr car Bruce was using and found where he was meeting Selina.

With Bruce and Selina...

The man and woman are sat a table in a semi fancy restaurant, both have large smiles on their faces, surround by other happy couples.

"So how are the boys?" Asks the beautiful woman, Bruce takes a sip of his wine then smiles he loves talking about his son's. "They're doing great, Tim's Top at everything in school, Dick just started working at the bludhaven police force, Jason got his masters degree in literature, Damian has started Gotham academy" he tells her, his voice filled with emotion.

Selina smiles and takes his hand in hers "you sure are proud of them" she says sipping at her glass. Bruce smiles at her captured by her beauty. He was very happy when she agreed to go on a date with him, knowing she liked Batman more.

Suddenly he heard familiar voices squabbling behind them. "Move your head undead I can't see!"

"Well excuse me Demon I want to see too" shuffling is heard, as if someone was climbing over someone else.

"ow that's my foot!" "Sorry not sorry goldie" now knowing exactly who it was behind them Bruce turns his Dad glare on full.

"Boys"

Dick, Jason, Tim and Damian all stilled and visibly gulped. Slowly entangling themselves from the table and menus they were hiding behind, the 4 boys made their way towards their pissed of Dad and his beautiful Date.

Bruce dad glared at his sons as they stood single file next to his and Selinas table. Arms crossed he looked at his eldest for a excuse. Infront of him Selina was hiding her smiling face.

Dick swallows thickly a grin on his face. "Hi B didn't see you there, we were just-" "-how did you four get in here only couples are allowed tonight" Says Bruce in a tired Dad voice.

Damian pips up. "We are not stupid father, we bribed the person at the desk-" Jason covers the 11 year old face shutting him up, the 16 year old turns his smile to Bruce.

The man sighs and covers his face with his have before turning to apologise to Selina, then the woman bursts out in a fit if laughter. "It's okay Bruce, I'm not made instead I'm surprised, they are just protective over you" she tells the man through her laughter.

The man turns to his sons who have bowed heads and visible blush on their ears, suddenly the man was smiling and pulling his four boys into a hug. "Thank you boy, but I am okay " he tells them.

"We know and we accept" whisper Dick making the man blush and quick sit down again in his chair. The boys soon left the two alone and drove back to the Manor.

Still blushing Selina leans over and kisses the man on his bright red cheek a smirk on her red lips. "Thank you for such an entertaining date Bruce" she whispers to him, Bruce smiles at the woman.

"I had no idea they would go that far I'm sorry Selina" he tells her as they stand finished with their meal. Arm in arm they walk out of the restaurant and to Bruce's car.

Selians stops just as they get to the door. "How about this make it up to me with another date" she tells him, Bruce nods his head eagerly, the blonde woman smiles and kisses him fully on the lips.

Cheering is heard from thr car park.

"Woo go Selina!"

"I knew it cough it up Todd!"

"That's cheating, now im out of 20 dollars"

"We are happy for you two"

Bruce blushes bright red again twisting his head to the voices of his sons. "You little shit, I'm telling Alfred about you!" He yells shaking his clenched fist their way making the boys burst out in laughter Selina joining in.

The end!

Hope you liked this oneshot! I enjoyed writing it. Sorry for any grammar and Spelling mistakes

Request are open!

Word count: 1127

[namelessmoons-corner]

☆.｡.:° Moon's Daily Fic Rec #10 °:.｡.☆

More information here.

Fandom:��Batman Name: therapy for bats Author: deargalileo | @dear-galileo Rating: Gen Pairing: background Bruce Wayne/Selina Kyle, Stephanie Brown & Tim Drake, Bruce Wayne & Everyone Tags: Therapy, Crack Treated Seriously, Fluff, POV Outsider, Batfamily (DCU), Bruce Wayne is a Good Parent, Bruce Wayne is Bad at Feelings, Bruce Wayne Tries to Be a Good Parent, Dick Grayson Needs a Hug, Bruce Wayne-centric, Feelings, Angst, Bruce Wayne Gets Therapy, No Beta We Die Like Jason (except hes alive in this), Family Dynamics Word Count: 8k

She paused and cleared her throat. She blinked. Batman was still standing there. “Batman. Alright. My name is Michelle Gordman. I am a therapist, though you must have seen the name card on my door. I usually take appointments, but…” She trailed off. Was she really about to offer Batman a therapy session? What the hell, she thought to herself. She didn’t put herself through seven years of school, and choose to practice in her home city of Gotham just to balk at the first masked crusader who came in to lurk at her doorstep. it is a known fact that bruce wayne sees a therapist. it is a much lesser known fact, that batman sees the same therapist.

Personal thoughts:

This is so funny!! it's my second time reading it and it's for the fics like these that i wish we could leave kudos more than once aha.

☽ Moon ☾

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

Gotcha Bug

by Mgootd Shutterbug has been a silent informant to the Bats for three years. No one knows why they send valuable information to Batman or why they keep their identity a secret even from other masks, but they've helped foil many Rogue plots and Bruce is working on his control issues, so he lets Shutterbug keep their secrets. This status quo has kept them all safe, until a shadowy conspiracy forces the elusive Shutterbug into the spotlight and leaves the Batfamily rushing to save the city from Ra's al Ghul's latest machination. Tim Drake helps Batman by surveilling Rogues by night, has study hall with his favorite Robin (Though Jason doesn't know he knows that) and lives in a mansion full of stolen artifacts that will 100% destroy his family if reported to the authorities. It's a delicate balance, to help the world's greatest detective without drawing too much of his attention, but Tim's managed it for three years. When he discovers his own parents are at the heart of a blackmailing and smuggling plot that threatens the entire city, Tim can't stay in the shadows any longer. The only way to save Gotham is for Tim to reach Batman, but doing so means losing everything he knows. Words: 3268, Chapters: 1/4, Language: English Series: Part 1 of Tim Drake's Photo Album Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/M Characters: Tim Drake, Tim Drake's Parents, Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Cassandra Cain, Stephanie Brown, Barbara Gordon, Jim Gordon, Ra's al Ghul Relationships: Tim Drake & Jason Todd, Tim Drake & Bruce Wayne, Tim Drake & Dick Grayson, Cassandra Cain & Tim Drake, Stephanie Brown & Tim Drake, Tim Drake & Barbara Gordon, Jim Gordon & Batfam, the briefest Bruce Wayne/Selina Kyle Additional Tags: Tim Drake Joins the Batfamily Late, Tim Drake is Not Robin, Jason Todd Lives, Identity Reveal, Ethiopia Happens but with a Good Ending, Bruce Wayne Tries to Be a Good Parent, POV Multiple, Lazarus Pit (DCU), Alternate Universe - Different First Meeting, Tim Drake Is a genius, Tim Drake has the survival instincts of a wet paper bag, Tim Drake isn't Robin but he's still solving crimes, Tim Drake accidentally crashes Ra's al Ghul's party, Tim Drake Needs a Hug, Smuggling, Extortion, Creepy Ra's al Ghul, Tim Drake is Shutterbug, Jack and Janet Drake's B- Parenting, Absent Parents Jack and Janet Drake, Blackmail, Swearing, Canon-Typical Violence, Lazarus Pits work the way I say so, Canon is just a buffet and I get to pick out what I want, Batdad via https://ift.tt/NsWa6UH

[dcwitchrd]

POV: You're Selina Kyle roomate

[cleolinda]

Weekend links

My posts

I chimed in on a very helpful post about polycystic ovarian syndrome (PCOS), specifically on treatment side effects. Apparently our collected knowledge is more than most people are getting told by their own doctors.

A post about Neneh Cherry's "Move with Me" (with a sidebar about the '80s hit "Buffalo Stance"), a song I listen to when I feel scattered.

The part where I say "He's six" is the entire reason I wrote about Hozier’s "Eat Your Young." I still wasn’t sure I wanted to post it, and then I saw an article titled "Maui Needs Speculators" and I went, yeah, okay, here we go.

I need to write things that aren't posts about music but it's hot and I can't think. The only thing cold around here is in my nose and this is Unideal.

Reblogs of interest

I didn't reblog the Trump mugshot because I knew everyone would see it anyway, and honestly, I don't want his face on my blog anymore than it has to be, although his attempt at looking badass was hilarious.

("do u want to see the most anyone has ever considered fleein to russia")

I don't know what the fuck Tumblr thinks it's doing with icons but I wish it would fucking stop.

A NEW KILLERS SONG 2023 why have you been so good to me

There were several interesting posts about Gaeilge, indigenous languages in the US, and an Irish-Choctaw connection re: the new Hozier song "Butchered Tongue."

("Suffer my carefree bops, planet earth")

Marie Curie's name was actually Maria Skłodowska-Curie (Skwo-dov-ska) and her Polish identity was deeply important to her, which I did not know and am glad to learn

SILPHIUM IS NO LONGER EXTINCT

"Thoughts on one of the hardest things: banishing the imagined bad faith reader from your writing process"

"1k words without inspiration: i will do it. i will take the ring to mordor"

POV: It is 1992 and you are Selina Kyle, which I probably shouldn't have left in the tags

Video

I had a number of fun reblogs under #animal sounds this week

We invented a new game called “protect the asset”

Dances to pull out at parties

The sacred texts

This Gru meme about Orpheus and Eurydice

Personal tag of the week

Let's go with #color, where I tag anything, artwork or not, that catches my eye

[forgiveness-in-the-misery]

The complaint that Hazbin has too many characters it puts focus on is fucking wild to me and truly invalid unless you’re telling me you’ve never watched a TV show before.

Hazbin episodes like most shows seem to have an a and b plot or just an a plot.

Occasionally new characters are introduced through our primary characters and villains get some POV but not over amount.

We mostly follow the handful of residents in the hotel itself and like most shows that often pairs off in couples or trios.

…so like most shows.

Look at Gotham, a live action show that was on cable tv it followed; Bruce Wayne, Selina Kyle, Jim Gordon, Lee, Jerome, Lucius, Ivy, Oswald Cobblepot, Edward Nygma and that was the fucking first couple of seasons. The show collected Batman characters like Pokemon.

Shows like Yellowjacket follow a considerable group of characters past and present.

Buffy the Vampire Slayer splintered the longer it went and the more characters came onto it.

Many many shows through history have had 5 or more characters and usually a single episode can follow an A plot and a B plot, sometimes even a C plot and often none of these have much in common at all.

Like if you want to complain find a real reason. Not the basic structure of tv story telling.

[cephalog0d]

Batfic - "Finders Keepers"

(For @dangerousdan-dan! I hope you enjoy! <3)

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

Category: Gen

Characters/Relationships: Stephanie Brown & Selina Kyle, mentioned Bruce Wayne, mentioned Tim Drake, mentioned Arthur Brown

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Stephanie Brown is Spoiler, (specifically 90's Spoiler), Selina Kyle is Catwoman, (specifically 90's Catwoman which is actually relevant), very lightly implied TimSteph (in an "early mutual crushes" sort of way), Stephanie Brown-centric, POV Stephanie Brown

Summary:

Stephanie Brown just wanted to stop her dumb dad from successfully carrying off his dumb heist. If Batman won't so much as listen to her, she's willing to consider other offers. Or: If Batman doesn't want this perfectly good sidekick, Catwoman will take her instead.

Steph watched the chunk of concrete sail out into the darkness and hit the harbor with a tiny, silver splash. It was not nearly as cathartic as actually hitting something solid would be, but she absolutely did not need to add “getting arrested in costume” to her Humiliation Bingo card tonight, so it beat breaking windows or going home and punching a hole in her wall.

She ought to be making a new plan. Just because her first one hadn’t quite worked out the way she wanted didn’t mean she could just give up. Besides, it had halfway worked, at least. She’d gotten Batman’s attention with all the clues and things. She just hadn’t managed to convince him she had anything to say worth listening to.

And she’d lost whatever secret identity she might have had.

So one step forward two steps back, really.

What else was there to do, though? That had been her best idea, and all it had gotten her was a dismissive and condescending lecture (plus some serious suspicion that she was part of her dad’s crew) that made her deeply glad her mask covered her whole face so no one could see how humiliated she was. Maybe Batman would figure things out in time to actually stop her asshole father’s asshole plan, but she wasn’t willing to just assume that was true and do nothing.

Of course, the only other plan she had was stopping her father’s plan herself, and if she thought that was a good idea she wouldn’t have bothered with stupid Batman and his stupid sidekick in the first place.

Steph hurled another concrete chunk out over the water and let out an inarticulate shout of frustration before collapsing back on her ass with her knees pulled up and her arms wrapped around her head. All she had wanted was to stop her dad from being a fucking criminal and getting people killed. Why did that have to be so hard?

“What did the harbor ever do to you?” asked an amused voice behind her. Steph startled wildly and flailed her way upright, raising her arms in some approximation of a defensive position before she realized that someone who had managed to sneak up on her could have already attacked her if that was their intention.

It still took a couple of seconds for her brain to fully process what she was seeing. Not so much because she didn’t know who she was looking at (the purple bodysuit, thigh high boots and large cat ears were pretty distinctive, even in Gotham), but because there was no universe in which she had anticipated Catwoman showing up to say hi while Steph had a mini-meltdown over what a shitshow her evening had been.

“That was a joke,” Catwoman said when Steph just gaped at her for several long seconds (once again grateful for the full face cover of her mask; who knew what her expression was doing).

Catwoman straightened from where she had been lounging against the wall and prowled closer. (Steph was maybe a little bit deeply jealous of how she could move like that, all pure grace and confidence. No amount of gymnastics lessons or clandestine costume practice ever seemed to get Steph to anything better than “mostly not tripping over her own feet”.)

“It’s the boots,” Catwoman said with a grin and a wink, which is how Steph learned she had said some part of that out loud. A full face mask was truly the best decision she had ever made, good grief. “Well, that and some practice.”

“I know! Uh. That that was a joke, I mean. I know. I just. What are you doing out here?” Steph finally pulled her brain together enough to form sentences on purpose, although she also immediately regretted it. How many costumed badasses could she thoroughly embarrass herself in front of in one evening?

(Cont. on AO3)