#and uhhh something and then Bruce figures it out somehow - or figures /something/ somehow

[silverwhittlingknife]

Oooh, I love it!

A few more datapoints:

Just to add onto the problems with the cops: New Commissioner Michael Akins is suspicious of vigilantes in part because of a bad experience in his former job in Gateway City, where the masked "Watchdog" tried to solve a kidnapping case...but got himself, the kidnappers, and the hostage killed. It does seem like this might remind him of that...

Luthor recently got elected president: So, y'know. There's that, too.

Bruce and the JLA have been at odds: JLA: Tower of Babel is pretty recent, and it's been causing tension for Dick and Tim with their teams. Bruce got temporarily voted off the JLA very recently, and I think you could easily have him still off the team (IRL, his get-back-on-the-team arc starts in JLA 51 in Apr 01, and Joker's Last Laugh starts in Dec 01, but it's IMO close enough to fudge). If you do stick with "he's gotten tentatively reinstated," he and Clark managed that by agreeing to reveal their secret identities to everybody, which might add an extra level of tension to the scrutiny.

Tim just quit Young Justice: In Young Justice 38, the Joker's Last Laugh tie-in, Tim quits the team - among other things, Superboy accused him of spying on them a la Batman, and Tim sharply denied it.

Dick's life was actually going kinda okay ... right in time for this to derail it completely: He finally started dating Babs; he officially became a cop with Amy as his partner; and Bruce just adopted him. Of course, it hasn't been entirely great either - he got captured and tortured and his car got blown up around the time of Hunt for Oracle, and then in the aftermath of Tower of Babel Bruce faked his death via exploding car (unrelated to the ToB plot), and that was all pretty traumatizing. Also Dick and Tim found Bruce's secret files on them.

Aaand yeah, Bruce is about to get framed for murder in his civilian identity sdfsfs Yikes!!

Anyway, because I am me, I think this should be a Dick and Tim fic. Maybe uhhh let me think. Dick takes off, miserable and guilty. Tim's currently at odds with Young Justice over Bruce's files and definitely isn't in the mood to face questions about possible murders (and they don't know anybody's secret IDs yet anyway); he's also fighting with Steph (who doesn't know Dick's secret ID); so Tim has no obvious allies because he's had fights with all his friends, an excellent start for a story, plus he's blaming himself for Dick killing the Joker, so he has to track down Dick and -

NO WAIT I CHANGED MY MIND.

Better idea: Nightwing publicly confesses to killing the Joker in cold blood, in as harsh and self-condemning terms as Dick can come up with, so then Tim "confesses" to being the person who really killed the Joker in order to get him out of it.

Dick turns himself in to... I mean, logically it would be the police department, but let's say the JLA. And possibly very publicly, thus forcing them to actually take it seriously.

Tim feels really upset and also personally guilty for all this! If he hadn't almost gotten himself killed, and if he hadn't taken so long to get in touch to let them know he was okay, and if he'd arrived in that building one minute earlier, the Joker would still be alive and Dick wouldn't be going through this!! This is all Tim's fault!!!

So Tim impulsively decides to get him out of it by claiming he killed the Joker, thus making it unambiguously self-defense.

Dick is horrified by this lie and does not want Tim to get him out of it; Dick insists he's lying; Tim is scared but stubborn and very practiced at lying to the JLA.

I think that lots of people wouldn't necessarily really believe that Robin was capable of killing the Joker, and if both Nightwing and Robin are insisting that the other one is lying to protect them I think most people are gonna privately assume Nightwing's telling the truth...

... but the superhero community might find it convenient to decide that Tim's story is plausible, since it gets them out of having to make any hard decisions.

I think one possible fun approach to a story like this might be checking in with various characters to see who believes what - and who's deciding to believe what. Like, I can see Wally deciding to believe that Tim's telling the truth, for the purposes of whatever vote the JLA is taking, and not meeting Dick's eyes as Dick stares at him in betrayal. It's the people who know the Bats least and aren't invested in whether Dick gets arrested who are going, "Oh, come on, it was obviously Nightwing."

The real wild card here is what Bruce does. Maybe he recuses himself and refuses to testify, because he won't lie himself, but he's guiltily willing to let Tim get away with it in order to make sure Dick doesn't face consequences?

Oh man. What does Clark do?

Anyway, I feel certain that the upshot is that the JLA decides Tim did it, and also that it was self-defense and he's a minor etc. and that *handwave* he therefore doesn't have to face any consequences.

I have no idea what the aftermath is for Dick and Tim but it would be fun. I think Dick's furious at him about the subversion of justice part, plus he was really scared that the JLA was going to mete out some kind of consequences to Tim, and meanwhile Tim was terrified they were going to do something to Dick, and ... yeah I don't know exactly how the emotional undercurrents play out there but they are Good.

Anyway so Dick and Tim are both very upset and frustrated with each other and 100% unapologetic because they both feel strongly that they were Doing The Right Thing and that the other person was being unreasonable and -

and, um -

I don't actually know how to fix this but somehow they get released by the JLA and then uhhhh Dick yells at Tim and then something and lots of tension and then reconciliation and hugs?

Want an AU where Dick beats the Joker to death and when Bruce tries to resuscitate him (to save Dick from the burden of having taken a life), it doesn’t work. Just like, he tries! It doesn’t take! The Joker is dead as a doornail at Nightwing’s hands and now the Gotham vigilante community has to deal with that!

Do they cover it up? Because ostensibly in-universe the Bats no-kill rule is part of how they’re able to operate in Gotham without their unmasking being a high priority for law enforcement. It also, I assume, makes them a lower priority for mafias to deal with than rival criminal orgs are. If word gets out that one of the Bats deliberately killed someone, that changes the entire board.

Does Dick try to turn himself in like he later does with the Blockbuster incident? How would that shake out? Yeah it’s a game changer, but also, out of everyone he could have killed, it was the Joker. No one wants to arrest him. No one wants to run that trial. Prosecuting the guy to finally kill the Joker would be a public relations nightmare for the Gotham city government.

Plus there’s bound to be some complicated feelings for Tim about this. Dick beats the Joker to death because he thinks the fucker murdered Tim! The kid who became Robin to prevent Bruce from beating people to death! Tim isn’t going to grieve the Joker any more than any other Gothamite, but the particular circumstance is a clusterfuck.

I’m not entirely sure where in the timeline this incident is relative to Jason’s journey. I know it’s after his resurrection, but is it before or after Talia heals him further with the Lazarus Pit? Because there’s a difference between being on a path of revenge and suddenly having to reassess all your decisions, and straight up coming back to yourself and immediately finding out your murderer is dead at your brother’s hands.

There are just so many complications here and I want to explore them.

[sarcasticbambi]

HMBingo "Baking Disaster"

Opening the door to her apartment, Marinette is immediately engulfed by the smell of something burning. 

Her first reaction was to panic and worry that someone managed to somehow get through the Waynes’ security system - even if the chances were almost 0, there was still the possibility of it happening.

She knew Damian would be out of the house the entire day, being too busy with WE meetings since Bruce was officially stepping down and leaving the company in his and Tim’s hands.

So it was natural that she’d be worried about the house smelling like something was burning.

Did she leave the oven on? Did she forget something IN the oven before leaving the house?

But she hadn’t even had the chance to cook or eat anything in the morning, and Damian doesn’t step foot in the kitchen without her, so there’s really no way either of them left anything cooking and forgot about it. 

Looking down, she found Damian’s slacks at the door and while that did help calm some nerves, it was still not enough, so she called out to him. 

“Dami? I’m home!” clattering noises were heard in response, an almost silent “shit” followed and soon after, footsteps were coming her way.

“Uh Mari?” his head peeked around the corner of the foyer. The rest of his body was hidden behind the wall and that was making marinette suspicious, even more so when her collectible “Le Coq Gaulois” baking timer went off.

She never thought she’d ever hear Damian’s baritone voice go up a pinch, but she was suddenly left speechless when it went up a couple notches when he said “Why are you home so early?”

Narrowing her eyes “I’m not early, I finished all my fittings in time. What are you doing Damian, and was that my limited edition french timer that you are NOT allowed to touch?”

“Uhhh no?”

“You don't sound so sure of yourself and that doesn't reassure me in the slightest. What are you doing and what is this burning smell”

“Nothing-” 

And as if destiny was having fun with his misery, the fire alarm went off.

Pushing him off the way he was trying to cover from her, Marinette navigated the familiar walls to her kitchen, where she saw a mess of all her baking supplies and some grocery bags in one corner. There was flour all over the kitchen surfaces, the sink was full of dishes and bowls and from the looks of it, so was the dishwasher, batter was dripping from the island and,  was that egg on her kitchen cabinets???

Above all this, was a cloud of smoke, clearly coming from her very expensive and custom made oven that was currently looking like a baking war broke out on it and it lost. There were trays with charred remains of something she could not for the life of her figure out what it was on top of it and Marinette could only think What the heck has he been doing to my kitchen????

She promptly made her way around the island and opened the oven, only to have a gust of smoke coming out of it. Ordering Damian to open the windows and close all room doors, she started to clear out the air, in an attempt to shut off the fire alarm. It obviously didn’t work since maintenance was still called up to the penthouse to check if everything was alright and they even helped them with clearing the air.

After the air became more breathable , she sat Damian down. He refused to look her in the eyes, but he seemed very interested in the strawberries container that somehow survived the chaos he brought upon her kitchen.

"Care to explain why my kitchen looks like a warzone, and what were you even doing in here? You never step foot in the kitchen without me. The only thing you know how to make without my supervision is the tea and coffee for our breakfast."

She was all but glaring at him, and in response, she got a very uncharacteristic reaction.

He was pouting. Damian "I'm-colder-than-the-North-Pole-and-my-heart-is-darker-and-more-bitter-than-the-coffee-Tim-and-Mari-consume-everyday-multiple-times-a-day" Wayne was actually pouting. She was so stupefied over this reaction she didn't even notice he was talking to her. well, not talking, it was more like mumbling than anything else.

"You gotta speak a bit louder than that if you want me to actually understand the reason you burned down my kitchen."

"Alfred's birthday is in 2 days and, since he's the one always baking our birthday cakes, I thought I'd bake him one for a change."

"That's so sweet honey! But why didn't you ask me for help, it's not like I was born and raised in a bakery or anything. And I love Alfie like a grandpa, I'd be more than happy to help you with it!"

Damian kept mumbling answers under his breath, which wasn't helping with Marinette's frustration regarding the whole situation.

"Damian!"

"I didn't want to bother you ok? happy now?"

"What do you mean you didn't want to bother me, you know I'm always willing to help!"

"Exactly!"

"wha-"

"It's exactly because you're always willing to help that I didn't want to ask for help. You've been so busy with commissions these past weeks that you always sleep in the studio and I'm the one taking you to the bedroom so you don't wake up sore in the morning. And on the few occasions you're not stuck in the studio, you're busy with back to back fittings and last minute arrangements because the gala is only a month away. I couldn't just pop in on your busy schedule just to have you help me bake a stupid cake, they're not even that difficult to make."

"If they're not that difficult to make, then why is the kitchen in the state it is and we had to have maintenance come up to help shut off the fire alarm?"

"..."

"I didn't mean to ruin your kitchen, I know how much you treasure it and your utensils"

"Oh Damian honey. I'm not upset about it, I was more concerned about your safety! matter of fact, I'm more upset that you didn't ask for my help than I could ever be because of you making a mess of my kitchen."

"I've told you-"

"I know. Let's put it this way, if I wanted to create a portrait for my parents for their wedding anniversary and needed help because it's not an art form I'm used to, compared to you, who always draws portraits of everyone and everything you feel like."

"I would help you, of course!"

"Alright, but! What if it was during Seasonal Meeting weeks. You know, the ones that have you so busy, you tend to sleep in the office and just come home to get a new change of clothes or if me and/or Alfred drag you out of there."

"No meeting is more important than you, of course I'd drop it to come to your aid."

"And why would I not do the same for you? You are just as important to me as you say I am for you. I would have said yes and rescheduled any meetings to be with you for such an important celebration, to help you with anything you need. That's because we're partners, and we support each other no matter what, no matter when. And that Damian, is because I love you."

After a bit of silence - that Marinette assumes to be reflective on Damian's part - he pulls her in between his open legs and hugs her midsection, his forehead leaning against her collarbone and his arms tightening the embrace.

"I'm sorry, I didn't think of it from that perspective. I completely understand what you mean, and because of that, I'd like to ask..." he took a steadying breath "I'd like to ask for your help in baking something for Alfred's birthday."

Exhaling softly, Marinette placed one of her hands on his shoulder, and the other on his midnight strands. Placing a soft kiss to the crown of his head, she smiled. 

"Of course you dummy, I was just waiting for you to ask."

He looked up at her and smiled, "Thank you, love."

"We do have to clean up this mess first if we want to be able to bake anything at all." she giggled.

He stayed in the same position,but turned his face around to look at his mess.

"Indeed. Again, I'm very sorry."

"I've told you, it's fine. Let's go. We'll also need to get new groceries since I'm sure you destroyed them all in your attempts to make - hold on, what exactly were you trying to bake again?

"... I prefer not to disclose that information."

"Come on Dami, I need to know so I'll know what we need and what to prepare for it."

"...cake.."

"what?"

"I was trying to make a yellow cake."

"..."

"pft hahahahaha- yello- yellow cake hahahaha! You destroyed my kitchen trying to bake the most basic of basic cakes hahahaha"

Marinette was still trying to catch her breath by the time she managed to finish her sentence. 

“Ha. Ha. Laugh all you want, but remember, not everyone was raised in a bakery.”

“Damian, honey. No one would make as big of a mess baking for the first time as you have.”

“Just leave it. It’s alright, we can bake him that and more! Maybe some of those scones he loves so much!”

“Hm. Whatever you want to make, I’ll be your assistant.”

“Oh no, I’m not baking it. You are. I’ll just be here to help and guide you through the steps.”

“I guess it’s time I beat my brothers in another field and finally be unbanned from Alfred’s Kitchen.”

“Suuuuure.”

“Mari?”

“Hm.”

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome? What for though?”

“I love you.”

“Hehe, I’ll leave it be for now. I love you too Dami!”

[arobinwithoutbatman]

((Alrighty! Comics time! Pretty sure I'm up to Knightfall Crusade volume 2.

And we're starting off strong with the fucking clown

...I'm sorry, this director is actually going along with Joker's bullshit? Willingly?!?!

I'm... somewhat concerned about the fact that Jean Paul is now being secretly filmed and Joker is at least smart enough to notice something has changed other than the obvious suit changes I mean

Yeah Joker's gonna lose his shit cause that's not Bruce under the cowl and Jean Paul is very much falling into burnout and despair because he has no outside connections

...why do I get the feeling that's not Tim? And that everyone is going to be very surprised when 'Batman' doesn't give a shit?

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I was right, it's not Tim and Joker is steadily getting more pissed

Well at least he was nice enouhg to check up on the poor college student caught up in all this

I hate everything about this

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Jean... buddy... the system isn't a good thing

And Joker's clocked it's a different person under the cowl

Yup. JP's getting worse! Somehow. Didn't realise he could get worse but hey, life long brainwashing will do that

Gordon's marriage is on the rocks too

...listen... I hate that JP was cheated out of killing the Joker, frankly the man drives me nuts... but there is so much harm being done to Batman's reputation that's going to take forever to unravel

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Immigration story, okay. This came out in the 90s if I remember correctly so yeah, this was definitely a big topic at the time

Jfc, can this man get any further from the original ideas Bruce had?

Yup, just like I thought, JP has completely lost what little nuance he was able to figure out in situations. Yeah, this fictional woman arrived illegally because it was the only way to get her stolen child back

Baby's in California? Oh honey... you're on the wrong coast

Lol Gordon saying "You should have been a detective!" Because it's true. Bruce was. JP isn't and it's becoming more and more obvious

Human trafficking is also an issue... not surprised comics would attempt to talk about it

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Oh good, JP's actually trying to resist his programming again after the previous issue

...uhhhh... buddy? I dunno who you are but uhhh there's probably all sorts of diseases in long dead bones and any surviving bone marrow that's likely fucking up your health and your brain

And JP's finally actually trying to do the detective work! And starting to ask questions about what he's actually doing and what he believes! Finally! Do your shadow work, dude!

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Ooof poor guy basically being walking acid

...okay... and whomst the fuck is this hero?

School teacher who picked up a power during an alien invasion? Mkay

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OKay back to the crazy bone eating serial killer

Oh hey Alfred! Hey Bruce!

Tim!!!! My boy is back! Finally!

...briefly... and he's dealing with Cluemaster and the Speedboyz still just on the downlow. WHich is probably gonna come up in his solos whihc is after Knightfall which means I get to see my girl Steph

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Lunch break before I do this next one

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Okay, back to it.

Mutated former cop facing off against JP? Mkay

I really don't like this particular set of street thugs but that might just be because I'm having a hard time parsing their phonetically written accent

And Abbatoir is still out and about

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Creatures of Clay? Ah fuck, Clayface is showing up, isn't he?

Ooooohhhhh Leslie's pissed and understandably so. Bruce is gonna have a hell of a time explaining that it wasn't him under the cowl for the last... however long it's been

Lady Clayface? Huh

Wow... realy just let her go splat

Huh... Clayface has to pass his thing on and infect others just to deal with the pain?

DIfferent name too. Awwww Preston and his wife are expecting! But now they really need to double down on finding whatever disease he has

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So Abbattoir took little baby Cassius Clay and Clayface 3 and Lady Clay just wanted him back but now, both are going to prison

And also he's got his cousin now so that's not good

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Penguin? Mkay

HAH Gordon and Penguin just ripping into each other, I love it

Damn... Jim's seriously willing to do anything to make sure his wife is okay

Oh good, JP was in fact working on it, he's just worse at communicating than Bruce is

And Penguin's inspired once more and likely thinks JP is no longer an imposter or stand in

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Snipers now? Well then

Hunters turned hired killers... I hate them

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Oh shit back to Abattoir

And another appearance from Tim!

You tried, Tim, not your fault JP's mind is such a mess

But that's gonna be a huge stain on Bruce's legacy; multiple people died tonight because he was more focused on vengenace

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He feels righteous?!

Nope. That's it. He's just Azrael at this point. And trauma. Sooooo much trauma

Yup, he's just gonna kill again. Gordon's recognised it and destroyed the Bat Signal because JP doesn't care

FUck me, I hate this arc and desperately want it to be over. I wouldn't be reading this at all if it weren't providing much needed context for what Tim's up to and why

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Judging by the page count, this is the last one in this volume and thank fuck for that!

Ah. Gunhawk. Seeking medical attention for his wife

Massive gunfight in a hospital involving flamethrowers yeah that's real smart -.-

[fight-the-corn]

Avengers x reader soulmate chapter 2

As you left for school the next day, you had an eye out for soulmates.  You had dressed up just in case you met your mates, but you were going to try to avoid that if possible.  You had made it to the end of the day without any problems, and were hoping that you could catch your bus and get home without contact.  Unfortunately, the moment you walked out of school, 4 marks began burning.  You were on high alert when you made eye contact with the one and only Steve Rodgers.  Your eyes widened, and you turned to run, but you found yourself facing Bucky Barnes.  Starting to panic, your eyes darted around for a way out, but you couldn't see one as Natasha Romanoff and Wanda Maximoff had just shown up.

You wanted to run away, but you knew you would be caught and you didn't want to make a scene.  They were giving you space, not wanting to scare you.  You started walking towards Natasha.

"I'll talk to you guys now if it doesn't make a scene.  Is that okay?" You asked , somehow keeping your voice calm.

"Doll, would you mind heading back to the Avengers tower with us?  The others wanna meet you too." Bucky said.

" Wait, you know I have 9 soulmates?  And you're okay with it?  You don't hate me for it? "

"Oh honey, that's completely out of your control!  Why would we hate you for something that you were born with?" Natasha asked.

" I don't know, I guess I was just worried. ". You knew that now they had you, they wouldn't let you leave for a while.  They seemed nice and they didn't have you, which immediately made you feel safer around them.  You figured that since your bus was probably gone, a couple hits from your dad were going to happen anyways so you might as well go with them to the tower.  "I'll go to the tower with you if you want."

---

You were talking to the Avengers about anything but your home life, deflecting questions you didn't want to answer by asking the person a question in return.  You had learned about what it was like to be an Avenger, the tower, and their personal hobbies, and told them about your school, classes and personal favorites like food and color.  Everything was going well until you reached the common room and all to the Avengers were waiting there for you.  (Your soul mates are Natasha, Bucky, Steve, Wanda, Tony, Bruce, Thor, Loki, and Clint).

Thor cheered loudly and yelled something about victory, but you were too overwhelmed to understand.  You flinched back, hoping that none of the Avengers had noticed.  Unfortunately for you, you were in a room with some of the best trained spies in the country, maybe even the world.  Each one of them noticed the flinch ( aside from Thor who was still being his loud cheery self), just chose not to mention it.

You were incredibly uncomfortable but trying to hide it to the best of your ability.  You were in a room full of amazing, incredible people, and you were just little old you.  Nothing special, just a mediocre girl.  You were fat, ugly, and not at all for for your soul mates who were the most amazing creations ever.  The conversations were going pretty smooth until Tony brought up your family.

"So princess, what are your parents like?". Tony was asking.

"Uhm, they are really generous with me, they give me all the things I need like food and clothes or school supplies," you said, not really sure how to answer.  You tried to steer the conversation away from family.  "What is your lab like?"

" Bruce and I can show it to you later.  What do your parents do? " he asked, knowing very well that they didn't work.

"Uhhh, my mom is a stay at home mom, and my dad recently got fired so I'm the only worker in our family at the moment."  This wasn't true, your parents had never worked since you had been old enough to get a job.

"Wow, that's pretty impressive.  If you ever need help financially, don't hesitate to ask.  We are soulmates, princess!" He said with a wink.

You gave him a nervous laugh and a nod.

After a bit, you glanced at the clock.  Mistake.  A bolt of panic shot through you.  It was 10 minutes past when dinner was supposed to be ready for your parents.  You thought of everything that they would do, all the horrible things that would happen, and you went pale.

"I need to go home now.  I'm so sorry, but my parents are expecting me."

"Are you sure?  Can you call them and ask if you can stay for dinner?". Steve asked .

" No, sorry, we have family plans tonight.  I have to go.  I'm late. "

"Okay, let me give you a ride home."

" No it's okay, my house is pretty close.  I'll be fine. "

Natasha said, "all right.  Let's exchange numbers, you can call any of us if you need anything."

" Alright. ". After quickly exchanging numbers, you practically ran out, heading home.

--- Warning- tw abuse below

Before you arrived home, you knew you would leave with a lot more than a few bruises the next day.  You weren't wrong.  The moment you arrived home and opened the door, a beer bottle came flying at your head, hitting next to your face.  You felt a cut open up and blood began to trickle down your cheek.  You were lucky it hasn't hit your eye or something like that.

" What the FUCK MAKES YOU THINK YOU CAN BE HOME LATE EVERY DAY BITCH? " Your dad was yelling.  "THIS IS NOT YOUR HOUSE, NOT YOUR SCHEDULE, THE WORLD DOESN'T REVOLVE AROUND YOU!"

" Honestly sweetheart, you disappoint me.  You know I love you, right? " Your mom said.

"Yes mom"

"Then you know I'm doing this for your own good." She led you to the kitchen , and turned the burner on the stove on.  You didn't resist as she burned a part of your forearm, if you had it would have been worse. Your dad pinned your arms above your head and growled, "it's gonna be a long night, princess."

--- Abuse done

Natasha raised her eyebrows after you left.

"Anyone else think that was weird?"

" Oh definitely.  She seemed super anxious and jumpy the whole time. "  Clint said.

"It might just be because she's meeting 9 soulmates at once.  That's probably pretty overwhelming."  Tony gave his opinion .

"What about how she flinched when Thor yelled?" Wanda asked.

" That's what I'm thinking.  Tony, could you dig a little deeper into her past in your free time? ". Natasha said.

" Sure Tash.  Consider it done. "

@abbiesxox @i-love-marvel-women @girlbossesarehot

[megamindsupremacy]

so do camp half-bloof/jupiter exist in this AU? and are any of the gotham rogues monsters/gods (if the joker was something like that, it'd explain why he doesn't stay dead for long??? idk im spitballing) bUT I LOVE THIS AU SO MUCH ITS SO BIG BRAINED

THANK YOU!!!

camp half blood and camp jupiter do exist in this au, but the characters/plot from the series don't specifically exist. I know I said this in the post but there's no great prophecy and no war/wars going on. Bruce was sent to CHB for a year or so after his parents died and fucking hated it, so he ran away back to Gotham. His kids all know the camp exists but none of them want to go, they all get trained by Bruce instead. None of them know the Romans are a thing, but later on down the ambiguous timeline Bellona will show up and tell Tim he's Roman (mostly), not greek.

As for the rouges:

Ivy is a dryad that lost her connection to her host plant, but somehow managed to survive and whatever helped her not die gave her a connection to other plants beside her own

The Joker is some random guy who saw the godly form of and then got cursed by uhhh Eris, and promptly went insane. New Joker backstory just dropped

Riddler is a clearsighted mortal who figured out Batman (but not Bruce) is the son of Athena and got super obsessed with outsmarting him

Honestly I think it would be funny if Killer Croc was connected to Sobek somehow, but I have no further thoughts on that

Harley knows the Greek gods are a Thing but doesn't give two shits past a) her girlfriend is a dryad and that fucks and b)if she's really annoying at the Red Hood then he'll rain at her which is fun

Two face is a son of janus moving on

Scarecrow is a normal dude ("normal" being relative here). Freeze is a normal dude. I'm trying to remember other villains. I make the decisions here so I've decided condiment king is a minor god because nobody can stop me.

[moonlit-imagines]

Headcanons for being an Avenger with a photographic memory

Avengers x reader

warnings: alcohol mention

a/n:

prompt: anonymous: “Hcs for the Avengers with reader who has eidetic memory? They just remember ever little detail about everyone there?”

you were a great asset on intelligence missions, for starters!

if data couldn’t physically be acquired, they’d send you in to gather info

“y/n, everything going okay in there?” -cap

“well, yes and no”

“what is that supposed to mean?”

“the mission is going smoothly, don’t worry...but while searching these files, i found some...unsavory images that i’ll never be able to forget”

“i don’t want to know”

remembering all the avengers passwords for all of their accounts, which is both a blessing and a curse

“y/n, what’s my instagram password again?” -tony

“man-of-iron79”

“thanks! you’re a lifesaver!”

or you could pull some REALLY FANTASTIC pranks on them by sending very questionable emails to nick fury

Dear Fury, I am afraid that I prefer the ice over this day and age. Please put me into cryosleep at your earliest convenience. Tony is exhausting and I need another long nap. Sincerely, Steve Rogers

you’d never seen fury laugh so fucking hard

cap had to change his password

but he did get a kick out of it

“hey, y/n, can you remind me to tell bucky to ‘fuck off’ whenever he comes back?” -sam

“this seems like something you would remember yourself but okay?”

“yeah, well i try to ignore him when he’s nearby. thanks.”

sometimes people forget that you’re not omnipotent, you just have a really good memory

reading up on as many SHIELD files you can get your hands onto for future missions

also bc sometimes clint and nat forget that they added very minor details into their reports and clint gets worked up when you somehow know about some miniscule fact from a mission 5-15 years ago

“how the fuck does y/n know about budapest?”

sometimes you wake up at night to find tony in the kitchen wearing nothing but underwear and you just regret getting out of bed

“i would say ‘forget this ever happened,’ but i know you wont so just keep moving”

unfortunately you remember all the “party nights” too

bad for you but also good for you

you remember all the stupid things you did while drunk, but you also hold all the cards since your teammates dont 😌 only steve and you know the truth and that’s enough

the team also likes talking to you !! abt anything !! bc wherever they leave off, they can immediately pick back up and you won’t forget a thing

tony said JARVIS is better than u

wanda!!! you’re collectively trying to figure out how to get rid of certain memories with her bc....no

the team encourages her to get rid of their most embarrassing moments from your head

“if you happen to find the time where y/n saw me slip down the stairs and, well, see my butt hit every step...could you just get rid of that please?” -bruce

“yeah, they’ve heard me sing before, we can’t have that existing in their mind” -natasha

“wait, no! please don’t get rid of those ones, they’re my favorite!” -you

“y/n’s mind, y/n’s rules” -wanda

stupid fucking quotes buzzing around your head all the time and every once in a while you mumble one to yourself and an avenger LOSES IT (esp if it’s their words)

“on va voir, motherfucker”

*steve’s jaw drops*

sometimes you randomly laugh at a vivid memory that comes up and everyone tries to guess which one

“uhhh, that time clint crushed a smoothie on his head?”

“when peter cried during patrol because he had finals the next day?”

“was it when tony choked on a blueberry?”

“natasha doing tiktok dances flawlessy?”

“what about thor kissing mjölnir?”

“oh, was it that time we caught steve listening to katy perry with tears in his eyes?”

good times, really good times

there were other...bad memories you wish you could have forgotten

casualties of battle.....failure......your own embarrassment

but at least you were a valuable member of the avengers !

taglist: @alwaysananglophile // @rorybutnotgilmore // @locke-writes // @sweetheartliz07 // @queen-destenie // @natasha-danvers // @lokihiddles // @frostedgiant // @emygirl // @lotsoffandomrecs // @johnmurphyisbisexual // @teenwaywardasgardian // @pappydaddy // @captainshazamerica // @freya-xo // @ravenmoore14 // @purpleskiesstorm //

[excuseme-howdareyou]

Day 7: Nightmares | Time Travel | Mythology AU

........

"Bruce?" 

Dick's voice was tiny and quiet and barely more than a whisper. Still, Bruce rolled over in his bed and blinked sleepily at the small boy standing in his doorway. His blanket was wrapped around his shoulders, making the short preteen appear even smaller buried underneath the mass of fabric, and the nervous look on his face made Bruce's throat feel tight. 

Sitting up, Bruce rubbed the sleep from his eyes and chanced a glance at the clock. 4:27AM. "What is it, chum?" he asked.

Dick pulled the blanket tighter around himself. "I can't sleep," he admitted quietly. 

Not entirely unexpected. The Manor was still new to him; it was a far cry from the circus and no doubt-

"I... I had a nightmare."

-and oh.

Bruce swung his feet over the edge of the bed and beckoned Dick to come closer with his arm spread out in gesture for a hug. The 12 year old needed no other initiative and launched himself across the room. He was almost a teenager, but Bruce was still able to easily pick the lad up and settle him into a tight embrace. Gangly elbows and knobby knees curled up and Dick was almost lost in the swatch of blanket, but Bruce held onto him -blanket and all- with as much tightness as he dared. 

It had been two months since the death of the Graysons, one since coming here to the Manor. He did not have to ask to know what the nightmare was about. 

One little hand squirmed out of the blankets to grasp tightly onto the sleeve of Bruce's nightshirt. He did not let go after that and Bruce did not try to stop him. 

After all, Dick needed to be able to hold onto him to make sure he didn't fall too.

...........

The first time Bruce caught Jason in the middle of the night, he was standing on the kitchen counter in his bare feet, trying to reach the container of cocoa sitting on the top shelf. He was also cursing up a storm under his breath. ("Who the hell puts stuff up this high? Stupid tall people.")

"Late night snack, Jaylad?" Bruce asked with a smile and leaned his shoulder against the doorjamb. 

Jason nearly fell off the counter in his surprise. "Bruce!" he whirled around, his hold on the cupboard door the only thing keeping him balanced in his haste," I was uhhh..." His eyes darted around the room nervously. Then his shoulders drooped in defeat. "Please don't tell Alfie I was standing on the counter."

Bruce couldn't help but grin. "It'll be our secret," he promised," Though I've learned it really is impossible to hide anything from Alfred. The man knows everything."

He and Jason had a running theory that Alfred could read their thoughts.

(It still hasn't been disproven, by the way.)

Recognizing that Jason still hadn't gotten his cocoa, Bruce walked forward and with his immense height easily reached up and grabbed the tin container. He handed it to a sheepish Jason, who jumped off the counter. 

"So," Bruce continued by getting two mugs out of the cupboard as well," Had a craving for hot chocolate?"

Jason had the container on the kitchen island and pried the lid off. "No, I uhh..." he frowned, even as he reached in and grabbed the measuring spoon inside," Couldn't sleep, ya know? Figured a hot drink might help."

The smile slid off Bruce's face. He knew what 'couldn't sleep' meant. 

"Wanna talk about it?" he asked. 

Jason looked like he was about to blurt out his thoughts, but then changed his mind as he dumped a spoonful of cocoa mix into each of the mugs. "Nothin' to talk about," he muttered sourly. 

Bruce knew from experience it was best not to press. 

Doesn't mean he wasn't going to stay in this kitchen for an hour, drinking hot chocolate with his son. And when Jason toddled off back to bed, he seemed... calmer, more at ease. And when he yawned, wide and tired and Bruce caught a glimpse of that chipped canine tooth, he couldn't help but tussle that head of messy hair. 

"Hey!" Jason protested.

"Goodnight, Jaylad," Bruce leaned down and pecked his lips on Jason's forehead," I'll be here in the morning when you wake up."

Judging by the smile on the boy's face, it was the right thing to say.

...............

Tim wouldn't tell Bruce when he had a nightmare. But he had certain tells that if someone looked, they could tell he was having a restless night. 

It took Bruce an embarrasingly long time before he noticed it. He wanted to blame it on the fact that Tim lived across the street at his own house and so Bruce didn't see him after patrol was over. But even from the front steps of the Manor, it would've been obvious to see. And so it was actually Selina who brought it to his attention, one of her 'visits' to the Manor to see if she could rouse Bruce into a game of manor-tag. (Only this time she marched straight up to him and whacked him over the face with a sofa pillow)

"Go look outside your front window, you dense idiot," she frowned at him, then left for the night. 

And that's how Bruce found out that Tim climbs up onto his roof whenever he can't sleep. How long he's been doing it, he doesn't really know and Tim wasn't telling. But Bruce could recognize that look in his eyes; the empty stare as Tim sat on the peak of his roof and gazed -almost longingly- at the driveway leading away from his house. 

He didn't make a sound when Bruce sat down next to him, just glanced up then went back to staring at the road. Bruce wondered what he saw there. Or if... he was daydreaming about something he wished he saw there. 

"Nightmare?" he asked. 

"No more than usual," came Tim's reply and wasn't that just a stab in Bruce's heart?

"Wanna talk about it?" 

Tim shook his head. 

"Okay."

A few minutes passed before Bruce noticed that Tim was starting to droop. Whatever nightmares plagued him, exhaustion was still catching up to him. Without a word, Bruce reached over and tugged the teenager over into his side with one arm wrapped around his shoulders. Surprised but not fighting it, Tim tilted his head until it rested on Bruce's shoulder and yawned. 

"Whenever you're ready, we'll head back to the Manor," Bruce told him. 

Tim blinked up at him in confusion. "Really?" he asked," But I thought I had to be here in case Ms. Nefzger came early tomorrow?"

Ms. Nefzger, the housekeeper that only shows up every three days. Bruce felt a sweep of guilt that that was the reason why Tim was staying in this large house by himself; to keep up the ruse. "If it happens, then I'll deal with it," he said instead," Tonight, Alfred's got the guest room ready for you, then tomorrow you can chose which room you want for your own."

The smile Tim gave him reminded him so much of another boy with dark hair and blue eyes. "You mean it?"

"Yeah, Tim. I really mean it."

..................

It was the small parade of animals down the hall that garnered his attention. 

First it was the damn turkey, leading the way with a ruffle of feathers. Then the click clack of Titus' claws on the hardwood floor, the sound preceeding the sight of his large head appearing. Through his open door way, Bruce then saw the shadow of his youngest son, right at Titus' side and holding Alfred the Cat in his arms, as the menagerie paraded past. 

Equal parts curious and concerned, Bruce rose from bed to follow after him. He supposed he was lucky that Batcow wasn't part of the proceedings. 

"Damian?"

Damian and his pets stopped. "Father?" Damian turned around, surprised to see Bruce standing right behind him. 

"What's wrong?" he asked, noting that his son was still in his pajamas and slippers," Is everything okay?"

Damian opened his mouth, hesitated as if he wasn't sure what he wanted to say. Then, with a scowl, he announced," Just doing a patrol of the house, Father."

It didn't take a genius to realize that probably wasn't what he was really doing. "Mmhmm," Bruce couldn't help but smile fondly at him, then guessed," Couldn't sleep?"

Somehow not expecting his bluff to be called, Damian froze at the implication that he'd been found out so soon. "I..." he blinked," Maybe?" He held unnaturally still, as if half expecting to be sent straight back to bed.

Bruce was enough of an old hat at this by now. "Yeah, me too sometimes," he reassured him. He reached out and laid one hand on his son's shoulder, wanting to give him a hug but not wanting to disturb the cat in his arms. "What can I do to help?" he asked. 

Damian stared at him in equal parts awe and confusion. "Umm," he fumbled for words," Well, sometimes... Richard would sit and watch Animal Planet with me?"

"You got it," Bruce smiled and gave his shoulder a squeeze before straightening up," Shall we get a snack first? How's hot chocolate sound?"

................

They were halfway through the 'Ice Worlds' episode of 'Planet Earth' when they were joined by a third person. "Rough night?" Jason whispered as he leaned over the back of the couch and saw Damian fast asleep snuggled between his father and Titus. Bruce had to tilt his head back to get a look at his second oldest and wondered when he'd come in. 

"He couldn't sleep," Bruce answered back just as quietly, not wanting to wake Damian," Everything alright? What are you doing still up?"

"I'm a grown man, Bruce, I don't need a bedtime," Jason scowled at him, but it didn't last long as Tim appeared at his side and lightly slapped him on the back of his head. 

"Stop getting so offended over everything," Tim scolded him, then turned to Bruce," He just finished his stakeout and came to harass me for my case notes."

Yeah, that sounded like Jason. 

Just then, Jason noticed the duo of cocoa mugs on the coffee table. "Hey, you had hot chocolate without me?" he pouted. 

Holding back a chuckle, Bruce told him," It's still in the same place as always, Jay." Then he couldn't help but grin," Need any help reaching it?"

The word Jason signed back at him would not be polite to repeat out loud. "Make me a cup too!" Tim whisper-shouted at his retreating back. 

"Ooh, I thought I heard David Attenborough," and all of a sudden there was Dick on the other end of the couch, munching on a granola bar he probably had stashed away in a pocket somewhere. (At this point, Bruce was over questioning where he came from)

"Just don't wake your brother," he whispered and got a pantomimed 'lips-locked' from his eldest. It was all in vain though, for as soon as Jason returned -with two cups of hot steaming cocoa- he shooed Titus off the couch so he could take his spot. The dog's movement woke Damian, who blinked sleepily at the troupe all around him. Finally, his eyes landed on Jason, who'd taken Titus' spot. 

"Todd," he grumbled, and the drawling way he spoke it told them he was only half awake. 

Jason smiled at him," Heya Baby Bat," then gestured at him with his open arm. A moment later, Damian leaned over in the opposite direction of Bruce and was soon fast asleep on Jason's shoulder. Bruce wanted to be jealous that Jason stole his cuddling time with Damian, but couldn't deny how adorable it was. 

(Dick thought the same thing, cooing at Jason and tried to hug his other arm, only to have Jason whisper-shout at him," Hey, don't spill my cocoa!")

A small form curled up on Bruce's other side and he looked down to see messy dark hair and sweet dark eyes. "Movie night?" Cass blinked up at him. 'Wasn't she at Barbara's tonight?' Bruce wondered, but gave up trying to guess. He was all too happy to wrap his arms around her shoulders (except where Tim was apparently using her as a pillow, cuddled up and sipping on his cocoa) and hold his only daughter tight. 

"Yeah, family movie night," Bruce whispered back. 

[thedreammweaver]

That Would Suffice to Make a Formidable Monster Chapter 8 (Burton-Schumacherverse Sci-Fi Horror au, riddlebird, sea monster/alien!Oswald)

Chapter 7 Chapter 9

Warnings: major character death, animal death, body horror

“What the hell..” Bruce mumbled.

Ed figured he ought to explain a bit. “Uhhh....well, I...Oswald did something to me when I was in the water.”

“What do you mean?”

Ed lifted up one of his pant legs and showed the suckers which had multiplied, the skin around them was darkening. Before Bruce could react he was hit with pain in his own leg which made him wince and clutch the wound. “I think I saw painkillers in the freezer..” Victor said “We should get out of here anyways.” He pointed to the floor which was filling with water from the sinks. “We should check if Oswald’s done anymore damage to the ship while we’ve been in here.” Selina suggested as they all began shuffling out of the room.

   Apparently Oswald had poked a few more holes in the ship and more spaces were filling with water, plus the electrics were on the fritz. As Victor entered the kitchen to get to the freezer there was water up to his calves. He begrudgingly walked through it and opened the freezer door which made water flow in. While he was looking for the painkillers he was distracted by a bigger issue. Sparking from the kitchen door caught his attention and he went back over only to find that it had malfunctioned and locked. The freezer door had too malfunctioned and was now stuck open. The sinks were slowly emptying more water into the room and it was starting to get cold.

   Selina was looking around the ship for a fire as the fire alarm in one part of the ship had gone off, she was starting to think it was malfunctioning as she didn’t smell any smoke but better safe than sorry. She entered a room where she was in about waist deep water, now mostly just looking at the damage. She was looking around for where the water in this part had come in when she saw a fin moving in the water towards her. Without thinking she quickly moved over to a nearby table and jumped up onto it, grabbing a dislodged pipe from the damaged ceiling. As the shark lunged at her she drove the pipe into it’s mouth and down its throat, having to grab onto a cord hanging from the ceiling to steady herself. The shark expectedly stopped moving and slumped back into the water, blood coming from its mouth. She waited a moment then climbed down into the water, feeling somewhat relieved. As she made her way to the door she stopped halfway, startled by a snapping noise. She was afraid the shark was somehow still alive but as she looked back it was definitely not. Movement from the ceiling caught her eye and she realized the cord she’d used to right herself was coming loose, the electrified cord. “Oh, shit..” was all she could say before the cord hit the water.

   The kitchen was reaching freezing temperatures and the water had come up to Victor’s ribs now. He was trying to find a way to get the door open but he was starting to think it was hopeless. He startled when he heard a knock on the other side of the door. “Victor?” It was Ed’s voice. Victor relaxed as much as he could considering his predicament “Yes, I’m still in here..the door is stuck and the freezer is making everything in here cold, it’s flooding as well.”

Ed searched for a way to release the door but he too came up with nothing “I can’t get it open.”

Victor sighed, turning away from the door “That’s...alright, Ed. Thank you for trying.” He was shivering as the coldness of the water felt like it was biting him. He was about to relent to the cold when he saw the picture of Nora he kept in his pocket had floated out and was next to a handheld oxygen tank. His eyes darted to a door in the ceiling of the kitchen that lead outside. “Ed, I have an idea. I’m going to go out to one of the mini-subs.”

“What? You’ll freeze to death out there!”

“And I will freeze to death in here. Out there I will have died trying to get back to my wife. Can you meet me at the mini-sub?”

Ed hung his head “Victor, I think...I think we both know I don’t belong on the surface anymore.. you go ahead, good luck.” He said before walking away.

Victor waited until the water got high enough so that he could reach the door. With the mouth piece of the small oxygen tank in his mouth he filled his head with thoughts of Nora and opened the door.

   Ed was feeling rather miserable both emotionally and physically as he walked through the ship. He didn’t know quite where he was walking, he supposed he was just trying to ignore the part of himself calling for the deep dark water outside. He was distracted as he bumped into Bruce peering through the window of a door.

    Victor breathed a sigh as he got the mini-sub started and detached from the ship, he was shivering terribly but relieved. As he was moving away from the doomed vessel the mini-sub stopped and Victor realized in his haste he’d forgotten about the reason the ship was sinking in the first place. A big black tentacle was wrapped around part of the sub, dragging it back. Victor cast a longing glance to the waterlogged picture of Nora he’d set against the front of the sub. Suddenly the tentacle released him. Victor wasn’t one to wonder why and take the release for granted so he pushed onward.

    Bruce stared at Selina’s corpse through the small window of the door. He could tell the water was electrified by the cord still sparking into it. He wanted desperately to run to her and hold her but he couldn’t do that without killing himself as well, all he could do was watch her float. He jumped as Ed tapped his shoulder. “What’s wrong?” Bruce didn’t answer and Ed looked through the window “Jesus..” he muttered as he saw Selina’s body floating next to the dead shark.

“Bruce, I-“

“We should get to the mini-sub..”

Ed could practically see the walls going up inside Bruce and him numbing himself. “Is Victor still here?” Bruce asked.

“No, I don’t think so.”

“Alright...so we’ll go to the other mini-sub and-“

“I’m not going.”

“Yes, you are. I’m not losing another person down here.”

“Bruce, I’m not-“

“We can get you help once we’re on the surface. We are both getting the hell out of here right-“ Bruce was interrupted by a big black tentacle coming through the floor and dragging him into the depths. And then Edward was alone.

[tonystarkficrecs]

Hey, i hate to bother you again, but have you seen endgame yet? Also do you have any really happy fics?

I have!! I’ll be doing my best to avoid spoiling anything for anyone and I’ll make another post about it, but if/when I rec any fics containing Endgame spoilers, I’ll be using the tags #endgame and #endgame spoilers. 

I’m putting the recs under a cut because this list grew really huge really fast (19 fics!!). They’re the happiest, fluffiest ones I can remember reading (and if that’s not enough, check out the fluff tag for more!). 

The (Not So) Great Pretender by RayShippouUchiha

★ ★ ★ ★ ★

Words: 19,585

Pairing: James “Bucky” Barnes/Tony Stark

Completed: Yes

“What,” Tony says softly but with a great depth of feeling, “the actual fuck just happened?”

“I believe, Sir,” JARVIS pipes up from the phone in his pocket, an unnecessary amount of what sounds like glee in his voice, “that you’ve once again managed to maintain your closely guarded secret identity. Truly your subterfuge skills know no bounds.“

“You’re an asshole J,” Tony mutters back as he reaches up to rub at his temple. He either has a headache coming on or a blood clot. At this point he’s honestly not sure which he’d prefer.

“I did learn from the best, Sir,” JARVIS tells him sunnily.

i babysat god and he stabbed me with a fork by surveycorpsjean

★ ★ ★ ★ ★

Words: 11,395

Pairing: Tony Stark/Stephen Strange

Completed: Yes

If these two idiots don’t sort out their shit real soon, Loki is going to stab everyone in this room and then himself.

What I Need I Just Don’t Have by gyzym

★ ★ ★ ★ ★

Words: 2,199

Pairing: James Rhodes/Tony Stark

Complete: Yes

If you want this choice position, have a cheery disposition. (Or: Tony needs an assistant. Rhodey needs a break.)

Phil Coulson’s Case Files of the Toasterverse by scifigrl47

★ ★ ★ ★ ★

Words: 287,890 (series)

Pairing: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark (+various other pairings)

Completed: No (most works in series completed) 

Short stories from the Toasterverse, because the author gets panicky writing long form stories built around plot and has to finish something in order to function.

Phil has problems with these people. So does the Author.

Late Nights and Bare Bottoms by Shi_Toyu

★ ★ ★ ★

Words: 1,947

Pairing: James “Bucky” Barnes/Tony Stark

Completed: Yes

Tony stared down at the gingerbread cookies that’d been placed on the edge of the work station. It’d been the smell that’d drawn him out of his tunnel vision. He didn’t normally smell gingerbread in the middle of August. He blinked hazily, but the plate of cookies didn’t disappear. They were still warm, too, when he picked one up and bit into it.

God, and delicious. He moaned and stuffed the rest of the cookie into his mouth, already reaching for another one.

“You like them.”

Tony nearly jumped out of his skin at the sound of Bucky’s voice, but in a flat tone. The super soldier loomed behind his chair, hair a tangled mess and face completely blank. He was dressed in Clint’s ‘I love to rub my meat’ apron and what appeared to be nothing else.

“Uhhh… yes?”

don’t know why it took me so long to see by goodmorningbeloved

★ ★ ★ ★

Words: 11,209

Pairing: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark

Completed: Yes

“Oh, watch this,” Natasha says, propping her chin against her knuckles and turning a sweet gaze on him. “Tony, what’s it like dating a superhero?”

Tony bristles in irritation. “We’re not dating,” he snaps. “Captain America probably thinks he can get into anyone’s pants just ‘cause he’s got a mask, costume, and reputation, but not me, buddy. That shield? Gotta be overcompensating for something.” He adds, a bit petulantly, “Oh, and all that blue? Definitely more Steve’s color than his.”

-In which Tony is a genius in all matters except recognizing his boyfriend past a mask.

No, He’s Your Son by orphan_account

★ ★ ★ ★

Words: 1,420

Pairing: Gen (pre Tony Stark/Stephen Strange)

Completed: Yes

peter, on the phone: dad i forgot my homework can you drop it off in the seminar hall it’s empty don’t worry

strange: ok

strange, walking out of a portal into a hall filled with students:

peter, loudly: EVERYONE IN THIS ROOM OWES ME FIVE DOLLARS I TOLD YOU MY DAD WAS A WIZA-

may the fourth by irnan

★ ★ ★ ★

Words: 1,762

Pairing: Gen

Completed: Yes

So there’s this project Tony has been working on since he was ten years old which is only marginally less awesome than the specs for the TARDIS he totally could have built if Fury would’ve just let him had the Tesseract for a couple hours longer.

Peter Parker’s Step-By-Step Guide to Get These Two Dumbasses to Kiss Already by everythingsace

★ ★ ★ ★

Words: 3,781

Pairing: James Rhodes/Tony Stark

Complete: Yes

Rhodes was on the floor, his legs pulled up beside him, and Mr. Stark was kneeling down beside him, asking questions and checking if he was okay.With the biggest heart-eyes he’d ever seen.Peter’s jaw dropped as he stared, his eyes turning to Rhodes, only to realize that he had the doe eyes, too. Not quite as bad and obvious, but holy shit.Holy shit.

Tony Stark is the Alyssa Milano by Akira_of_the_Twilight

★ ★ ★

Words: 1,388

Pairing: Peter Quill/Tony Stark

Complete: Yes

Prompt: Starkquill where somehow Drax was the first one to notice that Tony and Peter were into each other, but he’s been around humans for a while now and he understands that if you tell them things directly they’ll just do the opposite and ruin everything for everyone, so he’s going to get them together using… metaphors

“Kidnapped, enjoys space, likes your music, and can dance,” Drax listed off.

Peter grinned. “Yeah, pretty cool dude. I might actually miss him by the time we get him back to Earth.”

For a man who had been in search of a partner for as long as Drax had known him, Drax was surprised that Peter was unable to see his perfect match right before him.

Earthlings could be quite stupid sometimes.

Rocket Science by marsmaywander and orbingarrow

★ ★ ★ ★

Words: 12,094

Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Tony Stark

Completed: Yes

Sleep-deprived and under-caffeinated, grad student Tony falls asleep in a conveniently empty classroom and wakes up in the middle of Bruce’s Physics 101 course. After seeing a groggy Tony fumble a simple question, actual-student Bucky offers to tutor him. In a moment of “oh no; he’s cute” panic, Tony takes him up on it. Now, in addition to his already complicated life, Tony has to figure out the answer to the incredibly messy question: “How do you look like you’re failing the class, when you literally wrote the book?”

i stole the keys to this guy by kellifer_fic

★ ★ ★ ★

Words: 6,007

Pairing: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark

Completed: Yes

Where it was Nick Fury’s idea, but he didn’t mean it like that.

The Tongues of Men and Angels by copperbadge

★ ★ ★ ★

Words: 2,369

Pairing: Pepper Potts/Tony Stark

Completed: Yes

Extremis has a few unexpected benefits.

Pint-Sized Parker by flyingonfeatherlesswings

★ ★ ★

Words: 3,636

Pairing: Tony Stark/Stephen Strange

Completed: Yes

Tony is called away from a meeting to deal with a now toddler-aged Peter Parker, who went snooping around in Stephen Strange’s spells.

carpool introductions by sapphirestark

★ ★ ★

Words: 2,401

Pairing: Gen

Completed: Yes

“It’s - it’s nice to meet you too, Colonel Rhodes, sir. I’m Peter. Uh, Parker.”

“I heard.” Rhodey smiled. Well, teenage Tony had certainly never been this polite. “Just call me Rhodey, kid.”

“O-okay, Rhodey.” Peter’s timid smile transformed into a grin. Rhodey decided he would definitely rub that in Clint’s face the next time he claimed Rhodey wasn’t good with kids.

“Are you kidding me?” Tony interrupted from the driver’s seat. “He’s Rhodey after two minutes and you’re still calling me ’Mr Stark’?”

Angry Genius White Noise by copperbadge

★ ★ ★

Words: 520

Pairing: Tony Stark/Pepper Potts

Complete: Yes

One of Pepper’s favorite activities after a long day is putting on sci-fi movies and watching Tony dissect their bad science. He’ll happily spend two hours curled up against her and ranting about the flawed central plan in Armageddon and how REALLY, HE HOPES AN ASTEROID HEADS FOR EARTH, HE’LL SHOW HOLLYWOOD HOW TO REALISTICALLY AVOID AN EXTINCTION-LEVEL EVENT, DAMMIT. Pepper finds it oddly relaxing, like angry genius white noise. Add in Bruce, and she could sell tickets.

The More You Know by Nokomis

★ ★ ★

Words: 2,457

Pairing: Gen

Completed: Yes

Peter’s first post-mission Avengers hang out goes about as well as one would expect.

home is where the science is by IntrovertedOwl

★ ★ ★

Words: 2,566

Pairing: Gen

Completed: Yes

Tony wasn’t jealous.

The very idea was ridiculous. Laughable. Absurd.

In fact, he was pleased.

Yes, that’s what he was. Pleased. And a little smug.

But the Best of Men by lusilly

★ ★ ★

Words: 2,113

Pairing: Gen

Completed: Yes

In which Tony introduces a fifteen-year-old boy to Steve, and Steve is touched that Tony would introduce him to his son.

(Except he’s not Tony’s son, he’s the newest Avenger, and Tony’s just completely oblivious to how parental he’s become.)

[musicanddancingthroughlife]

Protecting the Spiderling

Okay, this is new for me. It’s only, like, the 2nd MCU fic I’ve written, and it’s the first Peter fic I’ve done. So be nice, ya? I might make this into a series. I kind of had other plans for it, other things I wanted to explore and I think it would be fairly easy to continue, but we’ll see what happens. This is also one of my longest stories, and it’s probs not very good, as I wrote the first half while working a shift at the call center, so I was a little distracted.

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“…Peter?” What are you doing on the ceiling?”

           Somehow, Peter had been so distracted that he didn’t hear Bucky approach. Of course, like an idiot, he crashed to the ground. Unfortunately, Sam had walked in with Bucky and had witnessed the fall. E immediately started up with the insults and teasing jokes.

           Peter flushed. He knew they didn’t mean it (he was pretty sure at least) but that absolutely didn’t make him feel better. But hey. That was just him being too sensitive, right? He could work through that, no problem.

           “Awww,” Sam cooed mockingly. “Was our little spider-baby too busy playing with his toys to hear us coming?”

           …It was weird how Peter had heard similar comments from Tony, yet this was far more insulting. How did he make his voice so scathing? And why did an Avenger, of all people, remind him of high school bullies?

           Clint walked up behind Sam and Bucky, cackling loudly. “Oh, you should see your face!” Somehow, Peter managed to turn even redder, even as Natasha entered the room and glanced up at the ceiling coolly, lips pursed in displeasure. Peter couldn’t help but freeze when her eyes fell on him.

           “What are you doing?” The ice in her voice was enough to send a weak Spidey-sense tingle down his spine.

           And he immediately felt guilty.

           No way would the Avengers attack or try to hurt him! He was just a kid. Plus, he was at least 57% sure doing so would bring Tony’s wrath down on them. It was his Tower, anyway.

           And oops, Natasha was still waiting for a response. Clint and Sam had resumed their giggles, and even Bucky’s lips were starting to curl upwards.

           “Uhhh… homework?” Natasha’s eyebrow only lifted her and Sam and Clint abruptly shut up. And now his Spidey-sense was going off for real.

           Peter tried to keep an eye on Bucky. If anyone attacked, he would be the biggest threat. He tired to convince himself that they wouldn’t, but years of being bullied by Flash and his friends had taught him otherwise.

           “On the ceiling?” Natasha’s tone was dangerous. Clint and Sam took a step towards him. Peter shifted his foot, prepared to make a getaway if necessary. Bucky’s eyes narrowed.

           “Well, I just—I mean. Tony, Mr. Stark, I mean, never said I – I just. I’m not in anybody’s way that way, so I thought I could—” he felt a shift in the air above him and quickly snatched a falling textbook out of the air. More fell, and in the midst of trying to save his downed homework and laptop, he saw Clint easily shooting them all down. A surge of anger welled up inside him, but the wave of insecurity that followed closely behind overshadowed it. Bucky watched with cold indifference, while Sam was giggling, and Clint was sporting a s mug smirk. A couple of is arrows “strayed” (or so Clint claimed, but everyone knew that was impossible) and shredded through Peter’s newly-finished worksheets and a couple of essays.

           Bucky watched in silent fascination as Peter’s expression shuttered closed. There was a prickle of guilt that he tried to ignore, but it proved difficult when he noticed the kid’s eyes were glinting with tears. And anger. It was incredible to watch how, even in the middle of a rush to save papers and books, the kid processed through his emotions. First came the horror at what was happening, accompanied with the anger. But there was also a hint of guilt and insecurity. Eventually, Clint ran out of arrows. The attack truly didn’t last long, and Peter was able to save everything except for the shredded homework. Looking at the tatters of paper littering the floor, Bucky realized it was probably a lost cause for those assignments. But… No one else seemed concerned, except for Peter. He was staring at the floor, too, blinking rapidly. Bucky shook his head. Whatever, the kid was smart, he would be fine. Probably wouldn’t take him long at all to redo the assignments.

           Finally, Peter glanced back up. “I’m sorry.”

           …What did he say? Hell, even Sam and Clint looked gob-smacked at that one. The kid didn’t really seem to notice, just slowly and carefully collected his books and gathered them into his backpack. Bucky hadn’t ever noticed before, but as he watched Peter stack the books in, he realized the bag was bulging in an attempt to fit them all. The spider-boy avoided their eyes as he continued, “I honestly didn’t realize I was in anyone’s way. I like to spread everything out, and the table…”

           Bucky had a flash of Bruce’s work and research, drafts for reports and for a new book, all scattered on the table. There wouldn’t have been any room for the kid to study there, not to mention that Bruce had been feeling on edge and aggravated lately, and would have preferred the quiet. Bucky could relate.

           “—didn’t want to bother him, but I couldn’t just spread out on the floor, who knows who I could’ve bothered with that? It would be so inconvenient and I didn’t want—” Sam interrupted rudely. “Why didn’t you just stay in your room then?” Bucky was taken aback by the aggressive tone. It seemed the kid was, too, since he just stared at him owlishly for a moment, backpack handle clenched tightly in his hand. He glanced to both Bucky and Natasha, perhaps hoping for intervention or even assistance, but neither moved. They simply waited for an answer.

           The kid’s shoulders slumped. “I. I didn’t want…” he faded off into a mumble, but Clint was merciless. “Speak up, baby, we can’t understand mumbling.” Bucky cringed inwardly at the harshness directed at the miserable teenager.

           “I didn’t… I didn’t want to be alone.” And though his voice grew quieter towards the end of the statement, the four of them were still able to hear it. Bucky felt himself grow sick when he caught the gleeful looks Sam and Clint were exchanging. Natasha scoffed and left the room. Peter looked resigned, but he still refused to let the tears fall.

           “Awww is poor wittle Petey afraid of being alone?”

           “You afraid of the dark, too, kid?”

           “What kind of superhero needs someone around in order to feel safe?”

           “Are you always gonna rely on others to protect you?”

           Bucky paid little attention to the petty morons choosing to instead focus on whatever Peter was gonna do next. At first, he just stood there. His fist was clenching the handle, tensing and loosening rhythmically. His head was bowed forward, but Bucky still didn’t think he was crying. Not yet. His shoulders and jaw were tense, his stance rigid. When their words received no further reaction, Sam and Clint fell silent. And that’s when Peter lifted his head.

           He still looked so soft. So bright and hopeful. There was a hardness in his eyes, but it had also given way to insecurity and guilt. Bucky held his breath, somehow knowing he wasn’t going to like what came next.

           “I really am sorry, guys. I didn’t realize I would still be in everyone’s way. I’ll just…” Peter hesitated, and yep, Bucky was absolutely going to hate this. “I’ll just stay in my room. Um.” Peter glanced again at the ruined homework around his feet. “If it’s not a bother, and if Mr. Stark asks, could you tell him I’m just gonna study and then… and then go to bed early? I’m not… I’m not feeling too good.” And despite the brightness in his eyes, it was obvious that the smile he shot at them was fake and forced. Before Bucky could say anything or stop him, the kid had vanished, presumably to go hide in his room.

           Immediately, Clint and Sam began complaining about the mess left in the room, debating calling the kid back and demanding he clean it up, or calling Tony in there to report what his “star child” did, using the mess as evidence. Bucky took two steps forward, knelt, and began gathering the remains himself. When the other two dared to complain at him, he merely glared at them. He wasn’t too bothered when the look led to them ditching their previous plans of a movie in favor of going out to eat instead. He was too busy staring at the tidy scrawl visible on the papers, trying to work out what Peter had been working on. From the looks of it, one of the assignments at least was on WWII. Bucky smiled to himself.

           That was an easy enough fix, he told himself. He stood and dusted himself off, intending to find Stevie and then visit the spider-kid in his room. Once they redid that assignment, maybe they could figure out something to help the kid with the other assignments.

[candy-corps]

Let’s Talk.

Jaal belongs to @mygardenofmuses

It was colder outside than expected, but Damien really did need some air after running into his dad's new boyfriend. One of many, by the sound. It was something hard to swallow, but he loved his dad, and his normal was crazy but it was normal. The boy shut the door behind him; snowflakes still melting on his jacket and scarf; some on his hair. He kicked his boots off as he heard someone approaching. After that conversation with Bruce, Jaal felt he had work harder to fit in, or he never would have a place in Bruce's heart like Zagam still did. He was a little more aware now that his honesty (even when he believed it was necessary) wasn't going to be the best way to help them out. But he still could talk and apologize, right? "Damien? Is that you?" He asked, walking to the hall. Oh, could he have five minutes before that guy came up and continued to discredit his family members? Damien didn't reply; just un-did his scarf. Great. More of the same. Jaal sighed and bit his bottom lip. It was already tough with Bruce, but it seemed he'd have to have this conversation twice. What a pain in the holes. Better to get it done already. "Hey, Damien... Talked to your father. He made me understand... that Zagam guy is pretty important to both of you." Present, not past tense. Something, Damien noted. He got rid of his jacket, too, hung it up and turned to Jaal. They've been here, earlier. He at least looked at Jaal now; praying he won't fuck this up again. "Look... I was... perhaps insensitive when I said he's not here. I'm sorry for hurting your feelings when I said that. He's still here, in your heart... and Bruce's..." Jaal rubbed his hands, nervous. Was he apologizing correctly? He'd have to watch over his words from now on, and that made him anxious. Baegels - letzten Sonntag um 18:06 Uhr Damien exhaled. "Thanks." He accepted the apology. "He's the reason why I stay with dad, really. He invited me, back in the days" he had Jaal know. "Gave me my room. I've never had my own room." Damien stepped up, trying to get Jaal to follow him to the living room. He'd try to get along with him. "What?" Jaal blinked in shock and worry. Damien seemed so young. A child shouldn't be alone, ever. "How is that possible? Were you alone before???" "Grew up with my mom. She let me figure out by myself where to sleep. Thought it would strengthen my character, dunno" Damien huffed. " - And he gave me love advice. Which is how I have a girlfriend now." Damien sat on the armchair and turned the tv on, just to have some background noise. Jaal let out a sigh of relief. That was good. Every kid should have at least one father and one mother. Though it was pretty strange they lived separately. Maybe he should ask Bruce later about it. His eyes widened a bit with the last revelation. Apparently Zagam didn't only do bad things. He did at least two good things. Mainly for Damien. He nodded quietly. "Looks like he does some good things." he mumbled, unsure if he should ask more about the topic. Better to check. "Can I ask you more?" Present tense, again. "He does some good things" Damien agreed. "What do you wanna ask?" He rested his head on his palm, but didn't look bored. Jaal had his full attention. " I have questions about Zagam. And I'm a little curious about that girlfriend of yours. What would you like to talk about first?" Jaal decided to give him the choice to pick the subject he'd rather talk about first. At least It seemed Damien wasn't upset anymore. That was good. "Ask about Zagam" Damien said. He'd like to know they were good on that topic. Jaal rubbed his hands. He had already several questions in mind. Better to learn as much as possible!! "OK, first question: what was the best thing Zagam ever has done for your father?" "Uhhh ... I dunno. But he looked ... peaceful when he was around" Damien remembered. Well, that didn't answer all that much. "What activities do they do when they're together? As in, hobbies. I think that's the word..." "Hobbies, yeah. They were ... eating with others. Watched tv, visited friends." He wondered why Jaal was asking that. Good. These things were stuff he could do with Bruce. Maybe he'd like doing those things again. "OK, so... did you all have any family traditions?" Family traditions, family traditions ... Damien smiled as he thought of one. "When we didn't have to leave the house a day, we'd just stay in our payamas. And ... it was my part to get dad to eat when Zagam wasn't around. You gotta give him food or he's just not gonna eat" Damien let Jaal know, serious now. "That is good to know. I'm always encouraging him to eat. Thanks for telling me." Jaal joined his hands over his lap, as he sat on the couch. "Is Zagam the kind of person who gives expensive gifts, or small ones?" "Expensive gifts" Damien answered, straight away. "Like ... his flat? Everything was ... designer stuff. Clothes, too. Dad would wear that. His stuff. It looked all off" he found, amused. "He was ... rich or something. Because he was so old, I don't know." Well, that put him in a compromise. He was technically a refugee in this planet, a man without papers, no job, and of course no money, at all. How could he ever become a match to Zagam? Jaal let out a worried noise through his holes. Maybe... maybe he'd have to steal. Not that he hadn't done it before, but he felt pretty bad about it. Still - if he ever wished to become someone worthy of Bruce's affections, this would have to be the plan... for as long as he stayed here. Which meant... He needed to find a job. As soon as possible. He wouldn't be able to live as a criminal for long. Not to mention, what would his mom say? And the Moshae?? Realizing he had been quiet for a while, Jaal shook his head. "What is Zagam's best quality, in your opinion?" Oh, he was just about to ask if all was cool. So. Zagam's best best quality. "I guess he ... stays calm, really easily? Dad is more the hectic type, but Zagam, he's just ... super controlled, somehow." "I used to be like that... until my wife shook up my world. Sometimes I wish she hadn't. I was more able to control the things I said and did back then." Jaal sighed and rubbed his arm. Being calm. Collected. It wasn't that hard, really. He only had to do a little effort... Though back then he didn't care about most people either. He could shoot a Kett soldier straight on the face and don't feel a thing. Now... he'd probably feel bad about it. "What is the thing you like the most about him?" he inquired shortly after. "He gave us a home" Damien answered, straight and simple. Hard to argue with that. Again, he didn't have money enough. Not in this world at least - in his planet he was one of the richest men alive, serving directly under the Moshae. That gave him an idea. He didn't have money now, but... "Have Zagam and your father ever gone on trips together? As in... taking your loved one to visit a place he'd like to go?" Damien shifted in his seat. "They were in a cottage, once. Oh and he took him to Hell. Like. Literally. He liked it" Damien assured right away. "Zagam worked there and there was an opportunity. So he showed dad around." "What is Hell?" Jaal never had heard of such a thing. "Is it another planet?" Damien wiggled his hand. Close enough. "Dimension ... Realm ... " Yeah, something like that. "It's where bad people go, after they die, to get punished. Dad thinks Zagam is stuck in there, fighting. And because his brother is nowhere to be found either, we have no way to access it. Except through, well, doing something bad and dying, but there's no guarantee it works." Jaal gasped in worry. "I don't want you two to die...!" Whoa, that was some raw concern slipping through, right there. He looked away, a little flustered. "It sounds dangerous... and stuff..." He shook his head, sighing. "It's no wonder Bruce thinks of him all the time. I am nothing in comparison to him. He's got everything and I'm... nothing at all." He looked down, feeling a little sad. "You're around" Damien said, disagreeing with Jaal on that matter. "Best partner doesn't help when he's not around. Just ... Just be around" Damien advised. It was enough. More than, even. Jaal blinked in surprise and gazed at Damien with such intensity that it seemed he was looking into his soul. So Damien actually could acknowledge that Zagam was not physically present. That was some excellent progress toward moving on. Sure, he would still live in their minds, but... this was some progress, definitely. And then, that piece of advice. Being around. Sounded easy enough, he had nowhere else to go except his homeworld. But there was no rush. Still... "Being around... Will that be enough for him? I mean... I don't have money, or riches, or even a house of my own. Not in this planet. Just my spaceship and my belongings. In my planet, however, I could give you anything, whatever your hearts desired for. But I'm not sure how willing you guys would be to travel to another galaxy..." "Got a girlfriend here, sorry" Damien laughed and leaned back in his seat. "And we're not that spoiled, man. Be around for more than a few days at a time. Don't leave him waiting, and you're good. We're good." Really. "Right, I was forgetting about her. And I'm not planning to go anywhere, so... you'll have to get used to see my purpleness over here quite often." Jaal chuckled a bit, hopeful. He had got Damien to laugh. This was good, so very good. "Not planning to keep him waiting, either. I'd feel weird leaving the place without him to begin with. Everything is new for me in this planet." He rubbed his chin in thought. "Mind if I ask a bit about your lady companion?" "Girlfriend"Damien corrected. "Jess. What about her?" So they reached part two of the questioning. "You look so very young. How early do courtship rituals begin in this planet?" Maybe Damien could provide him with some information about how dating worked in this planet. He wanted to contrast this story with everything he knew about Bruce and Zagam, and his very own story with Ryder. Court-what? "I'm no kid. I can have a girlfriend" Damien found. Getting tired, he rubbed his eye with the back of his hand. "Had since I was twelve." "That's pretty impressive." Jaal nodded. It was indeed amazing. "Then you are older than you look. How old are you, again?" " ... Thirteen." He knew it sounded less impressive now. "I honestly believed you were 15 at least. You are very mature for your age." It was a compliment, and Jaal hoped he took it as such. "So, what things do you like to do together?" "Talk, do homework ... explore places" he answered. "What is homework?" Jaal cocked his head in confusion. He didn't know what homework was? "Assignments that you get from school. Exercises for math, or reading or whatever." When Jaal didn't know what homework was, he gotta be the luckiest person in the whole universe. "Ahhh. School must be a learning nest, then. Did you two meet in it?" Jaal asked, leaning back on his seat, getting comfortable. Nest? Damien had to laugh at the mental image. "Yeah. Yeah, we did." "Were there many young ones? How many children fit in every nest, more or less?" This was branching into a new topic, but Jaal wasn't exactly against it. He adjusted his visor. Good thing it was working and keeping track of everything. He was killing him! Damien burst out laughing. He found it just fair to keep Jaal thinking that school was just one giant nest, but he wasn't sure how long he could keep the lie up. "What's so funny?" Jaal was confused. Was he missing out something...? Or did he say something funny and he wasn't aware of it? Classes. Classes. "Um, roughly ... 30, 35 ... " Damien answered, still shaking with laughter. Damn, he used to be way better at lying. "They teach your children ... in nests?" He knew he was the one being questioned right now, but he ... just had to. "That is one really big nest." Jaal's eyes went wide as he tried to imagine the size. A nest that big probably would have to be cared for many adults. He smiled at his inquiry, glad to share bits of his past. "Yes. Our nests aren't that big though, usually five children per nest. Feel free to ask more, if you want." There was one question. "Do you want to see a school?" It was dark outside. Unlikely they'd get caught when they'd sneak in. "Sure. Can we take Bruce with us? I'd love to share that experience with him." Jaal was hopeful. A investigation trip sounded like fun, and more if he got to do ot with his dearest bats. "How long've you been on Earth?" Damien asked instead. Now that he found out Jaal thought schools were nests ... it got him thinking. "I'd say, less than an Earth week." Jaal rubbed his chin in thought. "Probably four days, or five. Why do you ask?" "How often have you been out?" Damien asked instead to answer Jaal's question. He could figure what was going on. "Not much just yet. I'm still getting used to the gravity of this planet." Jaal answered with ease, wondering if Damien wanted to study him, too. "You can stand alright" he found. Now this was getting interesting. "He doesn't want you to go" Damien figured. That's why Jaal wasn't outside just yet. "Yeah, I've been practicing and walking and..." Jaal fell silent in surprise. "Bruce... Doesn't want me to go outside?" He asked, cocking his head. Given Jaal didn't know another "he", it was Bruce, right? "Cut him some slack" Damien requested. "He doesn't like to be alone. And he ... might not trust you to make it back. But ... we can sneak out, leave him a note, make it home before dinner ... " They could! "I don't like being alone for long too, to be honest. And why sneak out? We don't need to hide, do we? Or is it forbidden to visit a school?" Jaal couldn't understand why it would be, unless it was a way to ensure the safety of the small humans. "I gave you a chance ... " Damien shrugged, more talking to himself. It was one of many of his dads quirks. Over-protectiveness. "I'm not sure I am understanding everything you say. Sorry about that. Can we bring Bruce with us?" Jaal decided to check one second time. He hadn't answered the first time he asked, so perhaps he had missed it? "He's not gonna let you go out" Damien assured. "And he'll feel bad when I bring you there. Don't worry about it." He waved it off. "Why not?" His expression shifted, becoming worried. "If he's going to feel bad about it, I can't go. We've just overcome our first issues together... Leaving him alone would be bad. Especially now." "Okay." They didn't have to go. They could stay here, play Monopoly all night. "Did you at least get to see the rest of the tower? There's a room with a pool in it." "No, I haven't. I've spent most of my time in Bruce's bed..." fucking him senseless and getting fucked. Okay that was a bit of too much information. Damien probably could imagine it anyway. His face gave enough clues. Did he build a fucking wall? Damien looked at Jaal, but he didn't exactly seem unhappy, looking back. Huh. He decided not to ask. "I can show you around, when you want to" the boy offered. "That would be great for my investigation, thank you." Jaal smiled. "As soon as I get Bruce to join us, I want to see everything. Especially that pool. It's been a while since I could go for a swim." Why couldn't he get a wiiink. "He doesn't like pools all that much. Oh well" Damien yawned. "You done?" "He doesn't? Why is that? That shall be my last question for today." Jaal chuckled lightly. Of course not. Damien finished the yawn. "Can't swim. Can't see when his ears and wings get wet. The ... " He made a circling motion with his finger, " - echolocation." "Echocolocation..." Jaal saved that word in his mind. He'd have to ask Bruce later about it. Giving him a nod, Jaal offered him a hand. "I've been told this is way humans express gratitude. Thank you so much, Damien. I learned a lot with you." "Don't sweat it. Ball your fist like that, though" he instructed, and held out his own to show Jaal how it's done. "Like this?" Jaal imitated Damien's movement. Was this another human greeting? This was something unexpected, but... Real fun! "Good." He bumped his fist against Jaal's. "That's how you show grattitude. The cool way" he explained. "Cool... Now both of us are cool, then." Jaal's smile grew wider. Somehow, he had a feeling that they had grown a little closer.

[summermiko]

ANSWER THIS AS THOUGH YOUR MUSE IS BEING INTERVIEWED FOR A PAPER

TAGGED BY: @wayward-innocent​

TAGGING: @snarkofstark, @evilpersonified and uh. UHHH IF YOU SEE THIS STEAL IT AND TAG ME IN IT! also @saburota-toudou because I want to hear the sass of Toodles

1. WHAT IS YOUR NAME?

"Summer!”

2. WHAT IS YOUR REAL NAME?

“Well...Depends. Summer Kanen is what I adopted--but the Earthen Demonic translation of my name is Koori, which means “My Summer.” It’s used to summon me and--well, Koori is used in several spells that use warmth to grow plants. Appropriate, no?”

3. DO YOU KNOW WHY YOU’RE CALLED THAT?

“Natalie said she named me Summer so that I could carry the warmth of the sun with me--even if I find myself alone--and spread it to others.”

4. ARE YOU SINGLE OR TAKEN?

“Who would love a monster like me? Well. I’m glad to say that I found someone--and my self confidence has never been better.” (verse dependent. She tends to be single most of the time. This question is answered from the Universe:Of Fluff and Flames)

5. WHAT ARE YOUR POWERS AND ABILITIES? “I’m an abomination that shift-shapes?? I can smell magic and other abnormal energies about people. I’m also strong, I guess. I can do parkour pretty good, too. I’m also like Bruce Banner and you should probably not piss me off. The more angry I get--the more pissed off I get.”

6. WHAT COLOR ARE YOUR EYES? "Brown normally--though it depends on the lighting. And when I get angry they turn amber-gold, so I’m told.”

7. HAVE YOU EVER DYED YOUR HAIR? 

“Does...Magic count? I mean. I was born a blonde and now I’m brunette with blonde tipped hair--but sometimes that looks red too.... Look. Shifting is hard, okay?!”

8. DO YOU HAVE ANY FAMILY MEMBERS? "....No. I have friends but I can’t ever consider them family. They can get close but... I’m a standalone. Even among my species, I have no family.”

9. DO YOU HAVE ANY PETS? “My familiar is not a pet! Clyde is a High-King Goblin! He’s just a baby right now and moreso an unruly prince. But he was orphaned. I can’t let him die...”

10. TELL ME ABOUT SOMETHING YOU DON’T LIKE. “I dislike strife. Not because of the fact that it’s wrong---but because it’s so easy for me to give up my impulses. If I indulge too much in my wrath, I can let it consume me and cloud my moral compass. People are going to fight. That’s something you can never change. So I suppose my reasoning can be considered selfish.”

11. DO YOU HAVE ANY HOBBIES OR ACTIVITIES YOU DO IN YOUR SPARE TIME? “I like to paint and draw--oh and I hoard books. Though that’s from my...Other job. I used to be paid to steal magical things. Humanity didn’t need them.”

12. HAVE YOU EVER HURT ANYONE BEFORE? "I hurt everyone I come into contact with, somehow. So ultimately yes.”

13. HAVE YOU EVER… KILLED ANYONE? "I have so much blood on my hands that I could fill an ocean with it and drown myself--shame that wouldn’t kill me.”

14. WHAT KIND OF ANIMAL ARE YOU? “People have told me I’m like a mother bear--some people call me a cat because I can turn into one and I tend to purr. In reality I’m mostly canine but I whistle and chirp like a bird? I guess I’m a chimera there, too...”

15. NAME YOUR WORST HABITS. "I tend to withhold information if it will do the person better... I can sometimes get too excited and accidentaly crush someone’s wrist--but that’s only happened twice!”

16. DO YOU LOOK UP TO ANYONE? "....I’ve never understood looking up to someone. You have to look up to yourself before you can view someone else.”

17. GAY, STRAIGHT, OR BISEXUAL? "I’m a Panromantic Demisexual. But out of the choices you gave me, I suppose bisexual would suffice? I can fall in love with anyone I’m attached to.”

18. DO YOU GO TO SCHOOL? "Yes.” (verse dependant)

19. DO YOU EVER WANT TO MARRY AND HAVE KIDS SOMEDAY? “Marry? Maybe... But have kids.... Would I be so selfish as to corrupt my children with my own curses?”

20. DO YOU HAVE ANY FANS? “Iunno...Yunnie looks up to me but I wouldn’t call that being a fan. Who would be a fan of me?”

21. WHAT ARE YOU MOST AFRAID OF? “...Being alone.... Alone in the abyss after the world ends. Being unable to protect those I attach to... Becoming the monster I know I am?”

22. WHAT DO YOU USUALLY WEAR? “Always my hoodie! You can’t beat hoodies with dimensional pockets in them! I could hide a body in this! Clyde mostly hides in there, though. Also my binder.”

23. DO YOU LOVE SOMEONE? Summer seems to lean in suspiciously. “Someone whose last name rhymes with oboe or oh ‘oh no’. But I haven’t told him yet so if you figure it out, shhh!” (verse dependent, again. But this is the only actual ship I have on tumblr currently ;w; btw it’s Todo.)

24. WHAT CLASS ARE YOU? "I’m the only Imperial--so goblin wise I’m high status. but I’m mid class I think? I’m comfortable. I’ve had to pave a lot of blood to get him.”

25. HOW MANY FRIENDS DO YOU HAVE? "I guess a handful. Less than five.”

26. WHAT ARE YOUR THOUGHTS ON PIE? “I can’t have that shit, friend. Sugar makes me fucking crazy.”

27. FAVORITE DRINK? "Tea. I drink it without any sugar. I drink straight tea.”

29. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE PLACE? "Lucid Dreams--or a forest.”

30. ARE YOU INTERESTED IN SOMEONE? "Huh? What’s that supposed to mean? I’m interested in everyone who is curious to me.”

31. WHAT’S YOUR DICK SIZE? “Listen. It was one time shifting--I was curious what a penis was like! But I think it was along seven inches?”

32. WOULD YOU RATHER SWIM IN THE LAKE OR THE OCEAN? "An Ocean I guess? I prefer a sandy beach over a muddy bank...”

33. WHAT’S YOUR ‘TYPE’? “Someone who actually fucking loves me and treats me well? I have simple standards.”

34. ANY FETISHES? "I like biting...I also like being complimented? I’m not sure if that’s a fetish. I also like to be rewarded if I’m told to do something and I do it.”

35. TOP OR BOTTOM? DOMINANT OR SUBMISSIVE? “I’m a switch mostly... But I tend to be dominant, even if I’m a bottom. I can’t help it. conquering is in my blood.” (from the same verse as the taken question)

36. CAMPING, OR INDOORS? 

"Camping means I can drink with friends! I met someone very special to me that way!”

37. ARE YOU WAITING FOR THIS INTERVIEW TO BE OVER? "Yeah. Only now I’m going to have to kill you to make sure you don’t let sensitive information out--it was fun while it lasted, though~”