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[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

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Trick or treat!!! 2!!!

💖 thank you for giving me more chances to talk about my wips lol

Another stupid cracky situation, this time from a DCEU SIOC WIP. SIOC! Clark gives batman enough forewarning to save the flying Grayson's, and this ends up with Bruce being in a threesome with Dick's parents and becoming Dick's kinda dad. SIOC Clark is two years older than dick Grayson. SIOC Clark is deeply in love with Bruce and also thinks Dick's parents are hot. It's the year 1998, he is a newly graduated journalism major sent to get big letter quotes at the met gala (the theme was cubism, which no one followed), and Stacy's Mom won't be released for another five years, a fact he is only too aware of.

Clark chanced a glance at Bruce, eyes crinkled and mouth smiling, looking relaxed and happy as he draped himself across Mary and John even as he flirted with his exes and bantered with Dick and winked at the cameras and dropped ridiculous soundbites. His eyes glittered with the reflection of all the flashing cameras and bright lights, and there was a slight flush to his cheeks. His lips were bitten pink when he pressed them to Mary’s ear and whispered something to her that made her giggle and bury her face into his neck.

Yeah, Bruce was definitely hot enough that none of that mattered.

Clark quickly averted his gaze and started elbowing his way through to Jimmy. He was deeply paranoid that Bruce would deduce Clark’s attraction to him with just a glance. Clark couldn’t help it. Bruce was smart and amazing and capable and beautiful and Batman. He just fervently hoped that Bruce never found out, especially since Dick looked up to Clark so much. It would be the worst Stacy’s Mom situation ever.

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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.

[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

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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

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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

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