#batman sioc

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

Perhaps Love

by Narratiuncula Waking up in an unfamiliar, eerie place is unfortunate. Waking up in an unfamiliar body, even more. Waking up as the Greek Goddess of Love in some sort of freakish hybrid universe of Percy Jackson and whatever DC universe she was in, might as well happen. Adopting about every sad looking child, on top of taking care of the original Aphrodite's kids, might also as well happen. If Batman would stop trying to adopt her overpowered kids, that would be great! Or, an SIOC into Aphrodite, featuring the Champion of Magic, Ghost King, Saviour and hero of Olympus, Batman, and a ton of confused people Words: 3987, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Percy Jackson and the Olympians - Rick Riordan, Percy Jackson and the Olympians & Related Fandoms - All Media Types, Batman - All Media Types, Justice League - All Media Types, Shazam! | Captain Marvel (Comics), Shazam! (Movies - Sandberg) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Characters: Aphrodite (Percy Jackson), Original Female Character(s), Athena (Percy Jackson), Bruce Wayne, The Olympians (Percy Jackson), Percy Jackson, Nico di Angelo, Batfamily Members (DCU), Justice League (DCU), Aphrodite Cabin (Percy Jackson), Billy Batson Relationships: Aphrodite & Nico di Angelo, Billy Batson & Percy Jackson, Justice League & Bruce Wayne, Billy Batson & Bruce Wayne, Nico di Angelo & Bruce Wayne, Aphrodite & Percy Jackson, Aphrodite & Athena (Percy Jackson) Additional Tags: Self-Insert, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Mind Control, Morally Ambiguous Character, I Wrote This Instead of Sleeping, Not Beta Read, References to Ancient Greek Religion & Lore, Post-The Second Titan War (Percy Jackson), Post-The Trials of Apollo, Good Parent Bruce Wayne, Tags May Change, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, POV Third Person, Isekai and Transmigration, Good Parent Aphrodite (Percy Jackson), Family Fluff, Homeless Billy Batson, Homeless Nico di Angelo, Sentient Gotham City, Self-Indulgent, Billy Batson is Captain Marvel | Shazam, Bruce Wayne is Good With Kids, Parent Aphrodite (Ancient Greek Religion & Lore), Meddling Aphrodite (Percy Jackson), Movie: Captain Marvel (2019), References to Drugs via https://ift.tt/8VEiGhg

[vermillioncrown]

an actual AU snippet: a number of different selves

bc @rozaceous and i keep teehee-ing about 'folie a deux' and aaaaall the au's we have for our dc-siocs

money where the mouth is: bonus snippet + concept for followers

(it'll prob just be like my longer mdzs au's with one written part and the rest is just back and forth)

impetus: roz and i saw a shitpost where someone laughed at "bruce wayne x reader divorce" and said "he's already going through it and people are really inserting themselves in the narrative just to divorce him lmao"

which we then joked "damn we'd be set. he could have whatever mistress he wants as long as we could have financial support and leave us alone. we'll play his trophy wife"

and then we both realized that there would be things we couldn't let go if we ever caught wind of it. like it would drive us insane to abide by it. and thus...a version of our si's w bruce (yeah you heard me, both of us)

so here's a thing, bonus only for tumblr🙂

“I put you two in that meeting to clear up any hard feelings,” Lucius stares dead-on at his screen. He tries very hard not to pinch the bridge of his nose—composure needs to be maintained. “It can’t have gone that poorly.”

“Time is a finite resource for us lowly mortals and I’m not getting that hour back,” Vivienne grits out. “A fucking PA—where does he get off on his high horse? I hope he explodes.”

What?

“—know how many people work here, Lucius? Let alone just my division? And you’re wasting everyone’s time with each dead-on-arrival concept that gets shuffled into our portfolio and then ‘mysteriously’ yanked when it’s just good enough to Frankenstein into whatever high school science project that’s hiding in some Gotham sewer tunnel.” Her tirade is caustic and not hidden behind the typical red lipstick smiles. “Morale is dipping. There’s only so much you can pay to keep mouths shut and stop turnover.”

Vivienne makes very good points—the fact she has the acumen even three years ago was why WanyeTech moved to fund her PhD and fast-tracked her as a technical director upon entering the workforce. She caught on very quickly—too quickly—that there were private uses of certain advanced concepts within R&D, and she cared. Fortunately for WayneTech, her diligence meant increase in efficiency for the company; they’ve won several bids that have extended their reach into two new industries.

(Fortunately, WayneTech is privately held and not subject to public shareholder scrutiny.)

Unfortunately for the Batman, it meant additional roadblocks for his tools and supplies. It was by God’s grace, or something, that Vivienne didn’t decide to either blackmail them or whistle-blow. What she argued for was more oversight and appropriate man-hours and billing for certain projects that went towards a ‘private use case.’ The willingness to help (out of logistical fury) took a load off Lucius’s shoulders, but it put two new headaches in his skull: one next to each ear every time Vivienne or Bruce complained about each other peripherally.

“Does His Dark Grace think he’s not subject to g-forces?”

“Lucius. I asked for four different configurations. It should be able to fit.”

“Love his idealism—of course we have the manufacturing tolerances of an ant colony!”

“This is over-redundant and unnecessary. It gets in the way of visibility. I need a design change by two weeks.”

...and so on, so forth. So Lucius decided to cut himself out as the middleman and make the two talk to each other. A direct stakeholder meeting to capture requirements and fulfill proposals, so to speak in company terms. As both Bruce’s long-standing friend and Vivienne’s superior for her tenure at the company, he’s in the unique position to see the similarities in their personalities and (perhaps foolishly) believed they would get along after candid discussion.

And somehow, it all went to hell in a hand basket. That’s probably on Lucius for forgetting that adults were equally susceptible to playground scrapping as his six-year-old son. Thankfully, there’s less physical dirt involved or impromptu weapons, even if Vivienne looks ready to rip her stiletto heels off to use as a real stiletto.

“Vi, what do you need me to give?” Lucius straightens and prepares to negotiate. The greatest vulnerability of adding good talent is having more people in the know. Loose ends. It’d be a blow to lose Vivienne, but as long as she doesn’t talk—

“He’s lucky he’s a net good,” she snarls, now pacing in front of his desk. “He’s fucking lucky city statistics are on his side.”

“Vivienne.”

She stops mid-rant. “What.”

“Are you terminating our agreement?”

Vivienne takes a few calming breaths before rearranging her stance into something more office-appropriate rather than riled up before taking part in an illicit cage match. “No, Chief Fox. I am not,” she answers with a placid smile, tone light and even.

“Then, what would make your life easier?” Lucius does understand that she’s doing them a huge favor at an equally huge cost from herself. There’s a lot of duties that are more effort and well-beyond what someone her pay grade should need to touch; the delicate situation requires her to be equal parts every role for end-to-end conceptual design to manufacturing.

When Lucius scouted Vivienne Yang from her undergrad in Gotham University, it was by chance—there were technical managers scouting and giving PR for various capstone projects, and he decided to tag along. There, as he was browsing various posters, is where he found her. The work done by her team wasn’t novel (just par for the course with undergraduate engineers), but it was the polish that caught his eye. A methodical approach to answering the prompts given by the capstone courses, justified scope, and structured analysis and design choices that made her team’s final concept (proposed electric car design) stand out. Their value proposition considered necessary support infrastructure and manufacturing as part of their considerations.

He called them ‘her team’ because it was clear that, despite being barely 5’6” with pointed choice of footwear and surrounded by young men over a head taller with the typical engineers’ mannerisms to boot, she called the shots. Oh, of course, her teammates contributed to the questions he asked (”Andy,” young-Vivienne barked, and Team Member Andy jumped in to answer about the drivetrain sizing), but she was the systems integrator.

This was the type of skill that took years to build—usually, years of practical experience on the job—and she had it as intuition. And when Lucius corrected certain assumptions on their design, she didn't take it personally but was instead able to promptly speculate how that would shift their design point.

Thus, he put out an immediate sponsorship for her to grab an advanced degree (or two), school of her choice, research topic to be approved by whatever technical manager in WayneTech that acted as her liaison, and would jump into a stable job with a salary and employee benefits other grad students could only dream of.

Landing something as prestigious as Director of Advanced Concepts, slated for Chief Technology Officer by her 30s, in a Fortune 500 company? Barring the fact that the work was based in Gotham, crime capital of the United States, it would be something like pure fantasy to any aspiring engineer.

She took the sponsorship offer, and Lucius learns over the years that she financially supports her family living out-of-state and genuinely enjoys the various industries that intersect within WayneTech’s R&D. She likes a job well done, is practical and professional (if not overly enthused) when defense-related bids come across their table, and disdains many of the big research or tech conglomerates that make the news for various crimes or “waste of brain cells and human effort.”

Her morals aren’t obvious, but Vivienne’s choice to support Lucius’s efforts to protect Bruce in his uphill crusade is her character vouching for the Batman, even if she dislikes the actual man behind the mask and his design requirements. That she considers it still of worth is something that Lucius needs to compensate her for.

Lord knows had Bruce actually gone through with that projectile design, he’d have already lost an eye. If Vivienne says his proposed ‘Batplane’ design will vibrate into smithereens, he’s inclined to trust her on that.

“I’m going to start calling him an idiot and vetoing stupid requirements,” Vivienne declares, one eyebrow raised like she’s daring him to object.

“You mean you haven’t been doing that already?”

“Lucius, I have been nothing but polite to him. You have the CCs,” she refutes, looking at him incredulously.

He’s not sure by whose standards her scathing emails can be considered ‘polite’, but of course she can be worse. He needs to smooth this out, redo the first meeting ASAP. His hairline can’t take more of this.

“Fine, alright. Just—let’s try to set up another discussion. I’ll attend this time.”

Vivienne actually snorts. “Guess I’m never beating the PA allegations.” She looks down at her watch. “Fuck. Should have just written you an angry email. How am I going to make it five blocks in ten minutes?” She mutters and just as suddenly as she invaded his office, she strides out with a distracted, “Okay thanks, I’ll continue this later.”

He’d rather she not, but it seems she’s sticking around the Wayne Enterprises HQ building to call into her upcoming meeting; he hears her requesting a fresh notepad, a hot cup of coffee, and a private conference room and everyone outside honors those requests immediately.

That’ll give Lucius about two hours to process Vivienne’s rant, track down Bruce for his side of the story, and figure out how to smooth things out. It shouldn’t be unreasonable.

His phone call to Bruce shatters his expectations.

“You called Director Yang my what?”

[precursorgod]

Robin Batson (no relation to Batman and Robin)

“If one more person goes ‘Hey, you should change your name’ I’m gonna mcfuckin’ lose it. Gonna become a Rogue. Gonna become No-U-Change-Your-Name-man. That’s my— that’s my Roguesona. No-U-Change-Your-Name-man. Makes people change their names at gunpoint. Nyehehe, you’ll never catch me alive, Batman! And my first victim will be the other Robin. I was here first, motherfucker! I’m not going through all the trouble of a legal name change just because ten, fifteen years ago some teenage fuckwit went ‘Oh, you know what would be a great idea? Making a common given name my superhero codename’!”

Bruce Wayne blinks down at me, nonplussed, as one does when some rando plops down in the seat next to them at a funeral wake and starts ranting about becoming a Rogue.

“I don’t believe I’ve had the pleasure, Mis…?”

He trails off, uncertain of what title to use. Gender is a social construct.

I flip my ponytail over my shoulder and stick my hand out. I smile.

“Hi, I’m Robin Batson. No relation to the vigilantes Batman and Robin. Yes relation to the corpse in the coffin and also your newly discovered biokid. Uh, relation to your newly discovered biokid; you and I, share nothing but space. And words too now, I guess.”

Recognition dawns on his face. Bruce breaks into a big himbo smile as he grasps my hand and shakes it enthusiastically.

“Ah, Dotty’s oldest! I was wondering when I’d get to meet you. I’ve heard so much about you!”

Dear gods, this man really does give off overgrown puppy energy. Enthusiastic husky vibes. If I didn’t know what I did, I’d also think someone insane if they tried to tell me Bruce Wayne was Batman.

“All bad things, I hope. I’ve heard lots about you too, Brucie.”

I’ve surprised him with my overfamiliarity. Teenagers don’t typically call people twice their age by a diminutive right off the bat. Heh, bat.

“Of course not! Dotty had nothing but good things to say about you. I’m sorry you couldn’t be there for her final moments.”

Ooh, is that passive-aggressiveness I hear? Why weren’t you there for her final moments?

Dorothy “Dotty” Batson, née Chang. Married to and widowed by Benjamin Batson, older brother of C.C. Batson, father of Billy Batson aka Captain Marvel. She would have taken my cousin in after he was orphaned, but as a single mother with two kids and related only through marriage, CPS wouldn’t let her. Two months ago, she was told she only had two months to live. One week ago, she died.

“Ah, well,” I shrug. “That’s life. Never where you need to be when you need to be. You know how it is.”

He does know how it is. I can almost see the flashback to Jason’s death playing in the man’s head.

“Robbie.”

It’s my younger sister. Half-sister. Finnley Batson. Black hair, hazel eyes, eleven years old. Like me, a halfie. Our asian mother had a thing for white guys. Her eyes are red-rimmed and her nails are ragged. She’s followed by twenty-something Dick Grayson and thirteen-year-old Damian Wayne. Two months ago, I received a message from Dotty informing me she’d told my sister about her biodad. I’d known from the start. It’s not every day someone you know has a breakdown about having been accidentally knocked up by a billionaire during an earlier breakdown. Check your condoms, people.

“Finny.”

I take off my sunglasses and hook them in my collar. With black hair and blue eyes, I probably look more like the stereotypical Wayne child than she does. The only red rimming my eyes is from the scarlet eyeliner I applied earlier.

I haven’t cried since I was a baby. All my tears were used up mourning my first life, probably.

“Sorry I’m late.”

Finny explodes.

“Where were you?! I sent that email asking you to come back two months ago! Mum held on as long as she could! She wanted to see you one last time! She wanted you to come back! She believed you’d come back in time. But you didn’t! You never do!” She sniffs and wipes her eyes roughly. “Did you care about her at all?”

I avert my eyes. I was fond of Dotty, but I never could let her be my mother the way she was Finny’s mother.

“Oh my god. You don’t.”

Finny’s crying again. Her hands are clenched and her face is flushed.

“You don’t care about her, you don’t care about me, you don’t care about anyone but yourself! I hate you! I hate you I hate you I hate you! I never want to see you again!”

What am I supposed to say to that?

“Yeah, that’s fair.”

Not that, apparently.

Finny screams and storms off. Damian throws me a glare and runs after her. Dick lingers. I put my sunglasses back on.

“Dick Grayson.” I nod at him.

“Robin Batson.” He nods back. There’s a strange look on his face when he says my name. Dick glances towards where Damian is comforting(?) Finny. He’s rubbing her back while leading her to a quieter place and sending me nasty looks. If looks could kill… Are double funerals a thing?

“She doesn’t mean that,” Dick tells me. I shake away the image of a double decker coffin and tune back in. “She doesn’t hate you. She’s just grieving. Give her a little time.”

I blink at him. I tilt my head.

“Whoa dude,” I say. “Ever heard of Eldest Daughter Syndrome?”

“I do not have Eldest Daughter Syndrome.” The denial is so quick in coming that there’s no way he’s not been told that before, many, many times.

“Do.”

Cassandra Wayne pipes up from the left, scaring the shit out of me. I clutch at my chest.

“Dear gods, where did you come from?” I wheeze.

“Sorry.”

She’s not sorry.

“I do not have Eldest Daughter Syndrome,” Dick repeats.

“You kinda do, Dick,” Tim Drake(-Wayne?) says, from the right. Him (my favourite boy!!!), I saw coming.

This is more canon characters than I am willing to deal with in my immediate vicinity. I stand up abruptly.

“Good chat,” I announce. “Thanks for looking after my sister, please continue to do so in the future, I don’t live in Gotham—or anywhere, really—but I’ll drop by once in a while to see Finny so make sure your security doesn’t shoot me on sight or whatever. See ya.”

I turn and walk straight into my social worker. Yelena Orlova glowers down at me.

“Robin Batson.”

Aw, fuck.

“Oh my god, what is that thing?!” I shriek, pointing over her shoulder. She doesn’t fall for it (again) but it does distract her momentarily. I bolt.

“Stop! Don’t let him—”

“Her!” I yell, dodging a guest.

“—her—”

“‘Him’ now.” I duck under someone’s arm.

“—him—”

“Whoops, ‘her’ again.” A security guard tries to straight up tackle me. I leapfrog over him.

“Robin!” Yelena finally settles on. “Don’t let Robin escape!”

That’s not an uncommon thing to hear yelled in Gotham. But in broad daylight, at a funeral wake, by a short blonde in a pencil skirt and heels?

I cackle. “Suck my dick, CPS!”

The wake is being held on the sixth storey of a hotel. I pass Finny and Damian in an alcove and backtrack while rummaging through my pockets.

“Hereasouvenirpleasedon’tbemadatmeokayBYE!”

I return to running after tossing a package crudely wrapped in newspaper at my sister. I hope she likes it. She yelps and fumbles it, but it’s safely caught by Damian.

I’m nearly at the stairs when suddenly:

Cassandra Wayne.

Where the fuck did she come from?

I scream as I grab a nearby doorway and launch myself back in the direction I came from. I zoom past Finny and Damian again.

Is that Jason fucking Todd?

The man nearly fills the corridor. His feet are firmly planted on the ground and his arms are loose at his sides. Around, under, over, through; whatever I pick, I’ll be caught. With the Red Hood in front of me and Black Bat behind me, there’s only one option left.

I jerk left, run up the wall one, two steps, and launch myself back first through the window on the right. Through the shattered glass falling with me, I see Cassandra, Damian, and Jason reaching for me, eyes wide and panicked. Finny, standing further back, just looks exasperated.

I twist in the air. I land, roll, and pop right back up, hands in the air like a gymnast.

Being invulnerable is great!

I spin and bow to my adoring (horrified) audience with a flourish.

The window I jumped through is near the windows of the room the wake’s being held in. Dick is half out the window, only held back by the hand Bruce has clamped onto his shoulder, and looking incredibly pale. Oops. Didn’t mean to trigger him.

They’re not the only ones looking at me. People in the hotel, people in the street, people in the nearby buildings; a lot more people than I thought witnessed my little self-defenestration.

More importantly, Yelena is also watching me.

“You’ll never catch me alive, CPS!” I say, flipping the double bird.

She mouths something that looks a lot like ‘We’ll catch you dead, then’. I’d like to see her try.

I shake the glass debris off my clothes, give my audience a two fingered salute goodbye, and run off in a random direction.

[vermillioncrown]

LMAO I LOVE THIS NEW AU

I can just see Bruce having a breakdown trying to understand where he fits in the relationship. Meanwhile the girls are just chilling.

Thinking about how you said Cheetos were his cheat food and I can just see him stress eating bags of Cheetos all while Alfred and Dick are judging him so hard.

THE NEWS WOULD BE HAVING A FIELD DAY ALSO TRYING TO KEEP UP WITH THE “DRAMA” IF THEY FIND OUT.

The funny thing is that the news would probably just see this a proof of his playboy image meanwhile Bruce is just that crying on the floor meme drawing.

It would definitely help him hide his being Batman lolz

girls aren't even colluding, literally chilling. it's such a non-issue because of the specific circumstances and who vivienne and rosalyn are as people

bruce is trying to mission board this, cheetos in hand

alfred can't do anything but judge, not what he's paid for

dick has his own mission board on what happened because bruce is getting very annoying about it all and he needs to understand cause to fix the effect

i think the only way the tabloids (not news, let's be real here) would know is if the girls were lumped among other paramours of brucie wayne. the two of them aren't well known outside of their niche or circle, and @rozaceous did say they were our most 'normie' SIOCs, so the interesting thing would be being part of bruce's 'body count' so to speak

or oof if allegations of some shadiness came out w how WayneTech is structured, but again. they don't have public offerings, they can get away with less scrutiny than some higher up messing around with the CEO or owner or what have you

(but oh boy. i thought more on what group would have the gossip. the demographic will surprise you and killed roz laughing)

bruce is indeed crying on floor meme. he's still going around doing his...other liaisons (of which rosalyn and vivienne do not care about, will not get in the way of, it is what it is), but idk at this point the two of them have been the closest he's been to non-threats

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

Perhaps Love

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/8VEiGhg by Narratiuncula Waking up in an unfamiliar, eerie place is unfortunate. Waking up in an unfamiliar body, even more. Waking up as the Greek Goddess of Love in some sort of freakish hybrid universe of Percy Jackson and whatever DC universe she was in, might as well happen. Adopting about every sad looking child, on top of taking care of the original Aphrodite's kids, might also as well happen. If Batman would stop trying to adopt her overpowered kids, that would be great! Or, an SIOC into Aphrodite, featuring the Champion of Magic, Ghost King, Saviour and hero of Olympus, Batman, and a ton of confused people Words: 3987, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Percy Jackson and the Olympians - Rick Riordan, Percy Jackson and the Olympians & Related Fandoms - All Media Types, Batman - All Media Types, Justice League - All Media Types, Shazam! | Captain Marvel (Comics), Shazam! (Movies - Sandberg) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Characters: Aphrodite (Percy Jackson), Original Female Character(s), Athena (Percy Jackson), Bruce Wayne, The Olympians (Percy Jackson), Percy Jackson, Nico di Angelo, Batfamily Members (DCU), Justice League (DCU), Aphrodite Cabin (Percy Jackson), Billy Batson Relationships: Aphrodite & Nico di Angelo, Billy Batson & Percy Jackson, Justice League & Bruce Wayne, Billy Batson & Bruce Wayne, Nico di Angelo & Bruce Wayne, Aphrodite & Percy Jackson, Aphrodite & Athena (Percy Jackson) Additional Tags: Self-Insert, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Mind Control, Morally Ambiguous Character, I Wrote This Instead of Sleeping, Not Beta Read, References to Ancient Greek Religion & Lore, Post-The Second Titan War (Percy Jackson), Post-The Trials of Apollo, Good Parent Bruce Wayne, Tags May Change, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, POV Third Person, Isekai and Transmigration, Good Parent Aphrodite (Percy Jackson), Family Fluff, Homeless Billy Batson, Homeless Nico di Angelo, Sentient Gotham City, Self-Indulgent, Billy Batson is Captain Marvel | Shazam, Bruce Wayne is Good With Kids, Parent Aphrodite (Ancient Greek Religion & Lore), Meddling Aphrodite (Percy Jackson), Movie: Captain Marvel (2019), References to Drugs read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/8VEiGhg

[precursorgod]

A collection of siocs, because I like escapism.

ch1. "Life as a bat. No, not that kind of Bat." batman sioc ch2. "A Passing Fancy" naruto sioc

[precursorgod]

in a world where the graysons didn't die and batman never had a robin, i think spoiler would still exist but would start off with a darker costume

[precursorgod]

hello, welcome to gotham crematorium; you book 'em, we cook 'em