#but not busy enough to get the speedster out of my head

[neo30deck]

Here's the fic: Green Hills, Clear Skies

It's actually written in the Justice League 2017 universe, and I do have mixed feelings about that version of Barry. He is cute, and I do enjoy him, it's just something about him feels like the writers are making him more incompetent than he actually is?

I thought the premise of the fic was cool, so we'll see how long it takes for me to actually start writing one like that.

They're all upset that Diana brought a man onto the island. So even before Barry actually arrives with her, they've already planned out how to deal with (And possibly kill) the invading man. So they plan out how to counter the expected flirtations, the overly masuline behavior, etc. And then they proceed to be hit with awkward midwestern Barry Allen.

It is pretty realistic to think that the Amazonians will briefly connect to Hermes when they see Barry and his speed. Especially since the wings on his cowl are based on Hermes' wings on his helmet (And Jay Garrick's helmet is literally a recreation of that helmet).

Because Barry doesn't fully believe in his speed coming from a mythical source (Basing it more on the scientific reality of the speedforce), his hesitation regarding their assumptions is accurate. Barry doesn't want to deny or act like their belief in the gods is stupid, so he just goes on the not-a-real-answer route.

It would be so funny if Hermes just showed up like “Oh hey, waddup Barry!”. It’s even funnier if you want to lean into Barry’s skeptical side, because he’ll treat this god like a completely normal guy as if they were old friends. And all the Amazonians are watching, getting their minds blown that apparently this mortal man can actually run faster than the fastest Greek god.

That whole Hermes part is based off another fic where he challenges the different Flashes in a race. Fic here: Hubris (It's really cool)

On the topic of Diana picking him up- uh- yes. The general reaction is 'Man allowing himself to be dominated by woman? Man isn't upset? MAN ENJOYS IT????'. It's made even worse because Diana wants to bring her favorite speedster everywhere, so she'll just grab Barry from whatever he's doing and direct him to the next thing she wants to show him. Everyone else is having a seizure in the background with how easily Barry goes along with everything and matches Diana's enthusiasm.

Magitech is a bit more complicated because I don't know that much about Wonder Woman lore, and it seems to have changed a lot over the years regarding the way the writers have written Themyscira.

I would like it if the Amazonian 'scientists' take a liking to him easier that the others. Barry is really interested in the way their 'science' or technology works, so he listens to what they say, ask good questions that don't demean their intelligence, and he's even willing to share his own knowledge on different subjects to help them! Free info! He's so easy to talk to, and his interest in their magitech would probably mean he spends more time around them.

Once iris gets brought up, it's game over. All of these warrior women get to watch him rant about his amazing wife, in a respectful, loving way. They can all see how much he cares about her just from the way his eyes soften, and the warmth in his words. If they ever meet Iris, they'll see how healthy their relationship is, Iris will also 100% rant about how amazing Barry is too.

I think if they did something close to a lasso check on Barry, it would make Diana really mad that they're treating her friend like that. Honestly the both of them would probably pick up on the animosity the Amazonians feel towards Barry, but they're both willing to work through it.

The Diana moment she sees the interrogation? She is going to be pissed. Because she spent the past - week?- showing them how great of a guy Barry is, and they still act like he has some secret plan? They'll all have a fight, maybe Diana will storm off as well.

Hippolyta would be upset that her daughter is angry at her, and maybe a bit guilty over the assumptions they made about Barry, so she'll go in a corner to sulk. And you might think she and Diana will reconcile after a while, but it's actually Barry who decides to go have a talk with her, and ease her worries too. Maybe it's this heart-to-heart that has Hippolyta actually see Barry as who he is.

AHHHH, I dunno, I have ideas. It's all a jumbled mess in my brain.

This was the fanart that started it all, lol It was inspired by The New Frontier, the part where Diana just picks up Barry and carries him around and it was so cute, I couldn’t pass up the chance to draw it~ I was trying some different coloring styles here, not entirely happy with it but oh well. Practice makes perfect aha

[tinydefector]

Hello Tiny, I heard about the question board and I’m not sure if my question disappeared. If this is not the case, feel free to ignore this message.

I noticed there aren't many stories about Blurr or, more specifically, about Blurr and humans. I was wondering if you'd be interested in writing a story with him. I think he’d be the type who loves compliments, and although he doesn’t show it on the outside, he’s really interested in humans.

HE IS SEXY💖😭💖

Strange meetings

Blurr x human reader

Word count:1.5k

Warnings: none

Ahhhh sorry this took so long, mind you still trying to figure out hoe I like to write blurr but couldn't pass on the Swerve fanboy moment.

I hope you enjoy it Woose and I'll do some more reading on him and hopefully get some comics on him so I can write him better in the future.

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Blurr's optics are focused on the strange little organic stands off to the side of the bar. Humans... they were fascinating things, he didn't often get to see or interact with them and the fact that there was one on this ship was rather surprising. 

They are rather caught up talking to the bot that is bartending, a smile across their lips as they chat away eagerly with the minibot. The bartender has his face rested in his servo as he eagerly replies. 

Blurr glances over at the human with a flicker of curiosity in his optic, Humans were such a rarity on Cybertron - he had never had the chance to interact with them directly, he wasn't expecting to see them on the Lost Light. 

Swerve follows Blurr's gaze, grinning as he leans back down to his friend, in the midst of regaling the human with yet another wild tale from his "pre war" days when he caught Blurr's gaze drifting over from across the bar. The speedster's optics were fixed squarely on the human sitting with Swerve, his expression unreadable.

The minibots visor brightened with a smile. "Oooh, primus he's here, his optics are on you," he said before shoving his servo into his mouth to stop the sound the excited squeal he nearly let out, giving the human a nudge. Once he had calm down enough he speaks again.

 "You know Blurr is a very big celebrity on Cybertron." He leaned in closer, lowering his voice to a conspiratorial murmur. Swerve glanced back over at Blurr. "Maybe I should introduce you two? I'm sure he'd love to chat." He hums. 

It makes them chuckle softly. "A fan huh?" They tease Swerve.  Swerve let out a nervous laugh, his field practically vibrating. "A fan? Oh, you have no idea!" He leaned in even closer, his voice dropping.

"Blurr's actually been a hero of mine for centuries. I used to follow his races back in the day, you know. Went to all his matches, collected his autographs, the whole nine yards." He glanced back over at Blurr, who was still watching them intently from across the bar. 

"In fact, I even tried to get him to go into the bar business with me once, before the war. Figured we'd make an unstoppable team, me with my metallurgy skills, and him with his... well, everything." He chuckled and shook his head.

 "Of course, that never ended up happening. But let me tell you, the day he first spoke to me I swear, I thought my spark was gonna short out from excitement!"

Swerve turned back to the human, his field pulsing with excitement. "So yeah, you could definitely say I'm a bit of a fanbot when it comes to Blurr. Probably always will be, if I'm being honest." He shot another sly glance in the racer's direction. "Although, who knows - maybe I can finally get that bar partnership off the ground, hmm?”

They take notice of Blurr making his way over. "Hmm, he's pretty. Drinks says I can get more than an autograph. " they wager teasingly. Swerve's visor brightened comically as he watched Blurr start making his way over to their corner of the bar. "Wait, you mean to tell me you think you can - " he cut himself off, shaking his head rapidly.

 "No no no, you definitely don't want to go down that road, my friend. Blurr? He's, uh... he's kind of a big shot, you know?" 

Swerve leaned in closer. "I mean, sure, he's plenty good-looking. But trust me, you do not want to try and get that kind of attention from him." He gave the human a significant look. "Blurr's way out of our league, if you catch my drift."

As the racer drew nearer, Swerve's field flared with barely contained fanboy fervour. "Oh Primus, here he comes!" he hissed under his breath. "Just, just let me do the talking, okay?"

Straightening up, Swerve plastered on his most winning smile as Blurr approached their table. "Blurr! Fancy seeing you here in my humble establishment." He gestured grandly to the human beside him. "I, uh, I don't think you two have met. This is my friend  " he paused, shooting the human a mildly panicked look, not really knowing how to continue.

"Hello? Blurr right? It's nice to meet you " They call out with a smile towards the Blue speedster before turning their attention back to watching Swerve. 

Blurr nods, his optics briefly sweeping over the human's form. "Yes, my designation is Blurr.” it takes the mech a few moments of just looking them over in curiosity before he speaks again. 

 I haven't encountered one of your kind before. What is your designation? And how did you end up here, on the Lost Light?" He asked, sounding rather shy with his inquiry. 

Swerve chuckles. "Ah, the human doesn't have a Cybertronian Designation - they go by [ Name]. As for how they got here... well, that's a bit of a long story. Let's just say they've become quite the fixture around here."

It earns an eye roll from them towards Swerve, a small smile on their lips as they watch him try desperately to make small talk. 

Blurr hums thoughtfully, his processor rapidly cataloguing the new information. "Interesting. I'll have to make sure to remember that."

"Swerve your getting side tracked again" they laugh as they watch the smaller mech, still waiting for their next drink.

Blurr glances briefly at Swerve, who's already returned to mixing the human's drink, then redirects his attention back to them. "I must admit, I don't often have the opportunity to interact with your people."

Blurr tilts his head slightly, his optics studying the human with unabashed curiosity. They are very different from what he had expected when he had been told about humans. They are dressed in what looks like a uniform, it fits to their frame, they look much softer than he expected as well. 

" How did you come to be here? I thought humans only stayed on earth." He leans in just a bit, his field thrumming with a blend of fascination and cautious friendliness. This human was an unexpected discovery, and Blurr was eager to learn all he could about them.

"I'm a member of the Galactica union, there's a few of us humans around the ship. We work alongside the Lost Light helping set up communication points and shipping docks, the Ambassador is our lead officer" They explain but settle in.

 "Thanks Swervy" they hum happily before enjoying a sip of their drink. “Beautiful as always, going to put David out of his job” they tease which makes the minibot fluster as his engine chokes. 

Blurr's optics widen slightly at the human's explanation, his processor whirring as he processes the new information. "The Galactica union? Fascinating. And you work in tandem with the crew of the Lost Light?"

He's thoroughly intrigued by this human's presence, eager to glean as much insight as possible about their kind and their role on the Lost Light. Interacting with non-Cybertronians was a rare occurrence for Blurr, and he was determined to make the most of this opportunity.

They hum again for a moment before turning their full attention to Blurr.  "We are mainly here to keep things peaceful, kinda a peace keeper sort of ordeal. But also to be Able to find new resources for earth and forge new alliances" they explain. "What about you, your not one of the Lost lights locals I haven't seen you around before" they hum, deciding to play dumb with the knowledge Swerve had told them about the blue speedster. 

He leans in a bit closer. " I'm not a regular crew member of the Lost Light. I'm actually visiting when I heard the ship had returned and was hoping to catch Hotrod. He's a friend" 

“Oh well I don't know if you will catch him, he's been quite busy recently” they explain only for Swerve to speak up. “Don't you mean he's chasing after the Ambassador like a turbo fox in heat, like half the ship” he teases. 

It earns a shocked look from the blue mech, his intake hangs open. It earns a laugh from both Swerve and the human. “opsie, right new to the whole ordeal, half the ship seems rather invested in umm interspecies relations” they explain to him. 

Blurr offers the human a faint, but still shocked smile. "I.. I wasn't expecting that, your presence here has piqued my interest but not that way. I'd be most intrigued to learn more about your kind and your involvement with our affairs. Perhaps we could exchange information - I have much to share about Cybertron and the wider landscape and culture." He begins his speech beginning to sound much quicker and almosted ‘blurred’ together. 

He pauses, canting his head slightly. "That is, if you're willing to indulge my curiosity. I imagine the life of a Galactica representative must be quite eventful." 

"I'd be more than willing to if you can keep up with my questions" they tease, a small glint in their eyes. Blurr's field flares with amusement at the human's teasing challenge. "Keeping up, you say?" he replies, a playful lilt to his voice. "I'll have you know my processors are more than equipped to handle even the most rapid-fire inquiries."

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[defectivevillain]

underestimated

pairing: House/Reader (no explicit romance)

reader is referred to with they/them pronouns. otherwise, race is ambiguous and no physical descriptors are used.

word count: 1.6k | ao3 version

author's notes: I have no idea what I'm doing when it comes to this fandom. I've never watched the series—I've only watched Trixie and Katya watch it.

But I have a weakness for arrogant savant doctors who are given a swift reality check when they experience a career-threatening disability. Cough cough, Stephen Strange. Cough cough, Lawrence Gordon.

We knew this was going to happen eventually. I've outrun my fate for long enough.

Enjoy!

“I’d like to speak with another doctor. One with more experience. Who’s your supervisor?”

Everything around you seems to grind to a halt, as you stare at your patient’s father in disbelief. You went through years of schooling; participated in extensive specialized training; and incurred an ungodly amount of student debt to finally earn your reputation as a doctor… All for someone to disrespect you in a single breath? You stare at the man for a long moment, swearing you can hear your ears ringing as you process just what he had the audacity to say to you. 

Due to your relatively young age, you’ve been forced to grow accustomed to skeptical looks and backhanded remarks. You’ve been confused for a nurse more times than you can count, despite the undeniable fact that you wear a doctor’s coat instead of scrubs. There have been many times when you felt as if you were being subtly judged, but never has someone had the gall to blatantly disrespect you like this. 

Realizing you’ve been stewing in silence for longer than socially appropriate, you mutter an excuse to leave before departing from the room. You grit your teeth and try not to notice how quickly your heart is racing in your chest. You’re so concentrated on the frustration brewing in your chest that you aren’t watching where you’re going, and you accidentally bump shoulders with someone. 

“Hey, watch it, speedster.” Broken from your thoughts, you look over to find Dr. House staring at you in mild amusement. You feel an ugly emotion stewing in your chest at the thought of what you need to request of him. 

“My patient needs you.” You manage to choke out. There are a plethora of negative emotions running through you now: anger, shame, frustration, disbelief. You’ve been underestimated before, but never so overtly. It feels like a slap to the face. 

House lets out a loud sigh. “What have I told you?” He says, shaking his head in annoyance. “Everyone needs me. They’ll have to get in line.” He waves flippantly with his free hand. 

“No, I mean-” You choke off, struggling to keep your composure. You take a slow breath, pretending not to notice how the doctor’s gaze intensifies in its scrutiny. “His parents asked for my supervisor.”

House stares at you for several long moments, studying your face as if looking for any traces of dishonesty. When he doesn’t find anything, he frowns. “They did?”

You nod. Your fists clench at your sides as you struggle to fight off your distress. This shouldn’t be bothering you as much as it is. You shouldn’t care what anyone has to say about you—least of all, two complete strangers. That recognition does nothing to rid you of your spiraling thoughts, however. “They wanted to speak to someone with more experience.” You remember to say. Your voice sounds a bit hollow, but you can’t tell if you’re imagining that. 

Dr. House stares at you for several seconds. “Ordinarily I’d say I’m much too busy,” he reasons, leaning on his cane as a speculative expression passes across his face. “But, would you look at that? My schedule has suddenly cleared up.”

There’s a vindictive glimmer in his eyes now and you quickly try to backtrack. “House, it’s fine. I’ll go get Dr. Cuddy or something-” You suggest, suddenly a bit nervous. 

Dr. House interjects before you can make any more excuses. “What room is your patient assigned to?” He questions, not even bothering to acknowledge your weak justifications. 

“213.” You respond. 

“Excellent.” He says, his eyes already set on the end of the corridor. House has already made up his mind—it’s too late for you to object. You’re forced to watch regretfully as he heads down the hall towards your patient. You can only hope you haven’t just made a big mistake.

Dr. Gregory House enjoys having a staff that isn’t entirely useless. He never would’ve described them so positively before—but maybe you have something to do with that. Ever since House hired you, he’s been a little less annoyed at work. It’s hard for most people to notice, but Cuddy and Wilson are particularly perceptive in that regard. He has learned to ignore their jabs and inquiries, despite knowing the facts of the matter. 

You were the only one of the newer employees who didn’t undergo House’s rather extensive examination and hiring process. In actuality, you had attended the first day of the “examinations”—but you had approached him at the end of the day with the intent to drop out of the process. 

House still remembers the humble confidence you wielded in that moment—the certainty in your eyes as you met his gaze and asserted your self-worth. It stunned him for a moment, truthfully, before he found himself weirdly impressed. When he asked for further elaboration, your points were quick and concise: you felt as if a standard interview process would be a suitable portrayal of your abilities; and you asserted you weren’t going to fight to change someone’s perceptions of you. 

Intrigued, House interrogated you about your background: where your residency was located, what specialties you were interested in, and what kind of position you were looking for. He hadn’t realized it at the time, but you essentially tricked him into a genuine interview—without him even realizing it. Of course, you couldn’t have predicted that you would capture his attention. Even so, he found your strategy both clever and well-executed. 

It wasn’t until Dr. Cuddy entered the room nearly forty minutes later, wondering what was taking House so long, that he was truly convinced. House saw you slowly begin to retreat as Cuddy spoke to him, as if you were about ready to slip out of the room and leave the building for good. House didn’t want that to happen—didn’t want your talent to go to waste. That was how he found himself with a new doctor on his staff: one both competent and, even better, unassuming. You didn’t try too hard to be social with him, evidently recognizing that he had no desire for friendship. Maybe that was why he felt drawn to you. 

And perhaps that’s why he’s angry at the thought of your abilities being doubted. House knows you well enough to recognize that you make very few mistakes. There’s no doubt that the parents of your patient underestimated you because of your age. You’re relatively young for a doctor—if House remembers correctly, you were able to graduate from undergraduate schooling early and earn a dual degree. Even so, you’re infuriatingly competent. And the thought of you facing unfounded suspicion is enough to send him down the hall and into the patient’s room with renewed vigor. 

He knocks on the door harshly and practically throws it open, setting his eyes on the parents who created this whole mess. “You’re going to wish you hadn’t said anything.” He says in lieu of a greeting, closing the door behind him with a bit more force than necessary. “You had the ray of sunshine; I’m the dark clouds. Or the torrential downpour. Whatever fits.”

“Sorry?” The mother asks in confusion. 

“Right, let me put it in layman’s terms,” House continues, tapping his cane impatiently. “I’m a bastard. An asshole, even.” He states plainly. 

“This doesn’t seem-” The patient’s father tries to say, glancing at his young son. 

“Appropriate?” House interjects. “Yet you thought it appropriate to harass my helpless staff and demand another, more experienced doctor. So here I am. Dr. House, Head of the Diagnostics Department. No need to bow.”

The parents are stunned silent. Satisfied, House continues. “I made sure to fact-check the good doctor’s work—an unnecessary precaution, because it’s all in order.” The parents have the self-awareness to look embarrassed at that. House muses on what he reviewed with you only moments ago. You hadn’t said anything even mildly accusatory, of course; House isn’t so kind, however. He looks the parents in the eyes. “Your son’s illness is entirely your fault. You didn’t get him vaccinated, probably because you fell prey to some bullshit fear-mongering. Now, you feel guilty about it… You lashed out at the doctor, who can actually do something to help your son… It all checks out.” He nods. 

Both of the patient’s parents seem lost for words. House decides to take advantage of their momentary silence. “Now, you have two choices.” He drawls. “If you have anything resembling a brain in that head of yours, you’ll apologize to the doctor and I’ll approve the script they recommended.” 

The parents are quick to catch onto what he’s implying. “Is that a threat?” The father asks disbelievingly. 

He’s tired of this conversation already. It takes a concerted effort for him to focus on the matter at hand. “Now I’ll be taking my leave.” House announces, no longer bothering to hide his irritation. “The doctor will return in a few minutes. If you can behave, then your son will stop whining.” He pauses in the doorway for a moment, before turning to look at them once more. “And keep it down. Your voice is grating enough to give a deaf person a headache.”  

Dr. House finds you no more than five minutes later, an unreadable expression on his face. “They’ve been euthanized.” House states with unwavering certainty as he approaches you. Before you can wonder just what the hell that means, he’s already continuing down the hall. You stare after him with mixed feelings, before turning back around and heading to Room 213. 

When you return, you find that the parents are completely different people now. They apologize to you for their rude behavior and promise not to make harmful assumptions in the future; satisfied with their apology, you continue with treatment as planned. As you’re writing a prescription for the patient, you can’t quite stop the smile that’s rising on your lips at the thought of House defending you—even in his own twisted, antagonistic, patronizing way. 

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[danthepest]

Injustice 2 character interaction idea: Thomas Blake AKA Catman Part 1

Versus Superman

Catman: So the big blue finally went rogue...

Superman: Came to gloat?

Catman: Oddly enough I'm disappointed.

-

Catman: Flooding Metropolis and destroying Gotham?

Superman: I did what I had to for the good of mankind.

Catman: I'm sure the dead are very grateful.

-

Superman: Who are you to judge me?

Catman: Someone who knows more about personal loss than you think.

Superman: Then I'll reunite you.

-

Superman: Who are you supposed to be?

Catman: I'm the Catman.

Superman: Then go climb up a tree.

Versus Batman

Catman: Still can't wrap my head around the fact you're Bruce Wayne.

Batman: I'm still the same Batman.

Catman: No, the mystique is gone.

-

Catman: I'm sorry for your losses, Batman.

Batman: Solidarity, Blake?

Catman: Maybe its time I chose a side.

-

Batman: I have an offer for you.

Catman: What could you possibly offer me?

Batman: Redemption.

-

Batman: Join us, Blake.

Catman: It's too late for me...

Batman: It's never too late!

Versus Wonder Woman

Catman: I liked the other Wonder Woman better.

Wonder Woman: Silence fool or you will taste my blade!

Catman: You always were more brute than diplomat.

-

Catman: You killed Jeanette.

Wonder Woman: The banshee deserved to die.

Catman: She was part of my pride and you will pay with your blood!

-

Wonder Woman: Another villain blaming others for his fate?

Catman: I make my own fate.

Wonder Woman: And they all end the same.

-

Wonder Woman: You men are far too weak and selfish to be left unchecked.

Catman: And yet you threw your morals away for a single man.

Wonder Woman: Superman is worth more than any of you put together.

Versus Damien Wayne

Catman: How many of you Robins are there?

Damien: I'm the elite that outclasses them all in every aspect.

Catman: You certainly do in annoying me.

-

Catman: I never liked Batman's kid helpers.

Damien: Batman means nothing to me.

Catman: But at least they had loyalty.

-

Damien: Do you realize how pathetic you are?

Catman: Watch it, kid.

Damien: You're a dollar store Catwoman.

-

Damien: What makes you so special?

Catman: I'm the world's best tracker and hunter.

Damien: You'll be the world's best throw rug.

Versus Aquaman

Catman: You know, I never really figured out what your gimmick was.

Aquaman: The very sea obeys my command.

Catman: And here I though you just talked to fish.

-

Catman: You know, you and I aren't so different.

Aquaman: How is that?

Catman: We're both seen as jokes by our peers.

-

Aquaman: What business do you have with me?

Catman: Let's just say this is a recon mission.

Aquaman: Your employer has sent you to your death.

-

Aquaman: You are not familiar to me.

Catman: Don't think I've ever tracked Atlanteans.

Aquaman: Rightly so, as you have just become the hunted.

Versus Flash

Catman: Captain Cold spoke highly of you before you joined the Regime.

Flash: I have many, many regrets.

Catman: Oh I'm sure that makes him feel much better.

-

Catman: The Scarlet Speedster turned into Superman's stooge.

Flash: I thought we were making the world a better place.

Catman: By slaughtering heroes, villains and civilians?

-

Flash: How long will you walk the line?

Catman: As long as I can.

Flash: It's time to make a choice!

-

Flash: I think I have a better understanding of people like you.

Catman: People like me?

Flash: You have conflicting morals, just like I did.

Versus Jay Garrick

Catman: How many of you speedsters are there?

Jay Garrick: We've got quite a big family of them.

Catman: And all we get are Clayfaces and Chillblaines...

-

Catman: I hardly hear a bad word sent your way.

Jay Garrick: Oh I'm sure the Shade has plenty.

Catman: He sang your praises the most.

-

Jay Garrick: The Rogues had great respect for the Secret Six.

Catman: Much like the Rogues, most of the Six are dead.

Jay Garrick: My sincerest condolences.

-

Jay Garrick: I hear you're struggling with yourself.

Catman: What business it is of yours?

Jay Garrick: Maybe a little sparring will clear your head.

Versus Hal Jordan

Catman: How'd you let Sinestro talk himself into the Regime?

Hal Jordan: It just kind of happened.

Catman: Well that explains everything.

-

Catman: Never thought I'd see you turn into such a coward.

Hal Jordan: It's a mark of shame that I will never escape.

Catman: I know a thing or two about shame.

-

Hal Jordan: How do you live with yourself?

Catman: How do you?

Hal Jordan: By correcting the mistakes I've made.

-

Hal Jordan: It took a lot of hard work to earn my ring back.

Catman: What do I care?

Hal Jordan: Because I'm about to show you why I'm a Green Lantern.

Versus John Stewart

Catman: Is there no end to you guys?

John Stewart: The Green Lanterns?

Catman: Heroes with the same gimmicks and costumes!

-

Catman: So are you the bench warmer Lantern or...?

John Stewart: I am in charge of multiple sectors, including this one.

Catman: I'm not even gonna question how that works.

-

John Stewart: Where do you fall on the totem pole?

Catman: I don't follow.

John Stewart: Are you above or below the Javelin?

-

John Stewart: You have to answer for your crimes.

Catman: Have you?

John Stewart: I stood trial like a real man.

Versus Black Canary

Catman: You're Green Arrow's girl, right?

Black Canary: His wife actually.

Catman: Wife, right.

-

Catman: How can you stand that sanctimonious archer?

Black Canary: Would you prefer he was more like you?

Catman: At least I admit who and what I am.

-

Black Canary: I'm told you have history with Ollie.

Catman: None of it pleasant.

Black Canary: Consider this your warning.

-

Black Canary: Time to see if you're worthy.

Catman: Worthy of what?

Black Canary: Batman's respect

Versus Green Arrow

Catman: Arrow.

Green Arrow: Catman.

Catman: Glad we cleared that up.

-

Catman: You said we're friends on your Earth?

Green Arrow: We bonded over our lost fortunes.

Catman: The thought sickens me.

-

Green Arrow: You're a lot more confrontational than my Earth's Catman.

Catman: You broke into my home and pinned me to the wall with your arrows.

Green Arrow: That doesn't sound like me.

-

Green Arrow: My Earth's Catman is almost identical to you.

Catman: Almost?

Green Arrow: Yeah, he doesn't do the woe-is-me-and-my-inner-turmoil thing you do.

Versus Blue Beetle

Catman: I swear the so-called heroes keep getting younger and younger.

Blue Beetle: Hey, I'm old enough to drive.

Catman: That doesn't negate my point.

-

Catman: Another legacy hero?

Blue Beetle: There a problem with that?

Catman: Kid, I've got a list.

-

Blue Beetle: Hey, do you know Catwoman?

Catman: We are not on friendly terms.

Blue Beetle: Oh...guess I'll ask someone else then.

-

Blue Beetle: Hold it right there!

Catman: Kid, I am not in the mood for this.

Blue Beetle: Too bad, me and the scarab are taking you in!

Versus Red Hood

Catman: I feel like I know you from somewhere.

Red Hood: I am what the Joker made me.

Catman: Well that narrows it down.

-

Catman: We both believe scumbags deserve to die.

Red Hood: We are nothing alike.

Catman: Its cute that you think you have any moral high ground.

-

Red Hood: Cat...man?

Catman: That's right.

Red Hood: You couldn't have come up with anything more original?

-

Red Hood: Batman wants me to test you.

Catman: What does he want?

Red Hood: To see if you've really changed.

Versus Deadshot

Catman: Where the hell were you?!

Deadshot: I went underground when Superman went nuts.

Catman: You left your team to die!

-

Catman: Working under Grodd, Floyd?

Deadshot: You wouldn't understand, Blake.

Catman: I would if you'd drop the macho act.

-

Deadshot: We always said we'd end up killing each other.

Catman: That's true, we did.

Deadshot: For what it's worth, I'm sorry.

-

Deadshot: Did any of them survive?

Catman: Only I did.

Deadshot: Why leave a job unfinished, right...?

Versus Bane

Catman: You were the last person I expected to take orders.

Bane: My will no longer bends to the Regime.

Catman: No, but it does to Grodd.

-

Catman: I wasn't there when the regime attacked the Six.

Bane: Do you feel shame?

Catman: I feel rage.

-

Bane: You are nothing but the Bat's pale brown imitation.

Catman: He is just a man in a suit.

Bane: That belief is why you could never replace him.

-

Bane: I once broke the Bat.

Catman: You broke his spine, not his spirit.

Bane: Let us see if yours is as durable.

[dickmedowndc]

To Woo You, Pt. II - J'onn J'onzz x Reader

Word Count: 1,684

Summary: It’s a day that J’onn has been looking forward to since he finally managed to ask you out on a proper date – but now that it’s here he finds himself nervous. Thankfully, you seem to be in the same boat. But you’re both determined to make the night a good one, knowing there isn’t anywhere that you would rather be. 

Notes: Requested by @iholli ! I hope that you enjoy this! 

Part I here

…★…

It seems to be unfortunate luck that the following days happen to be filled with every criminal trying to sink their claws into some new venture. Keeping the League earthside for the better part of the days, and the Watchtower so busy that even when J’onn catches a fleeting glimpse of you that is all it can be. 

The shifts seem to wear you to the bone enough as is, and while he knows you have tried your best to respond to his messages, he never even gets the chance to really tell you to sleep before you have passed out in bed mid conversation. You always let him know in the morning, which he continues to promise is a good thing. 

Besides, the fighting has left him a little tired as well, though he never mentions a word of it to you, not wanting to risk rescheduling the date. Flash, in his good natured but mischievous spirit, had sworn to him that the date would happen, and nothing could stop it – not even the end of the world. Green Lantern had shaken his head and warned Wally that it sounded like he was going to jinx it, which seemed to do enough to hush him. For all of an hour. 

Still, your bright-eyed optimism, even through tired slurring over voice message, put the Martian more at ease than anything or anyone else. 

By Tuesday night it also seemed that word had traveled like wildfire. And plenty of staff gave him their best silent encouragement as he moved past them to catch you before you left. Mr. Terrific, Superman, and Flash gave their own encouragement, with even Batman giving him a nod. J’onn needed to find the individuals aboard the Watchtower more things to do, really. 

Despite that, it had finally given him a moment to talk with you as you waited for the transporter to fire up.  

“Are you alright?” 

“Mm,” you hummed, snapping back to attention. You realized quick enough that you were beginning to doze off while standing. “I’m okay,” you assured, hands up in a motion of surrender. “Just looking forward to a shower and sleep.” Despite your body seeming ready to collapse where you stood, the smile on your face did not stop when you next spoke. “Need to be well rested for our date tomorrow.” 

Though the lack of communication the days following his asking had been a small knot of concern for J’onn, it certainly hadn’t dampened your feelings towards it. It was a weight off his shoulders to hear. You had that ability though, to put people at ease or lighten the load with little more than a smile and your patience. 

Before the conversation could continue any further, you were alerted to the transporter ready to go, bidding J’onn a quick and sleepy farewell, and he the same. 

He didn’t need to turn around when he felt the breeze behind him, and a moment later his suspicions were confirmed when The Flash spoke. 

“Feeling nervous?” 

J’onn did not immediately reply, instead turning around to face The Flash who stood idly behind, far too interested in his plans for tonight. “Not anymore, speaking with them was... Helpful. In calming my nerves, at least.” J’onn supplied, already moving past the speedster. 

“Well, good, you’ve got nothing to worry about, big guy.” Wally said, clapping his hand against J’onn’s shoulder and taking up step beside him. Before the Martian could excuse himself, he found that there was nowhere to go. Instead readying himself for the rest of his shift. 

And the next day, when it had come far faster than expected, had proven that despite his words, he was still nervous when he arrived to knock on your door. 

It startled you for a moment, when you answered it – because despite being warned that he would morph to appear human, your brain still expected to see the green Martian before you. It took a moment before the gears in your head connected the flowers and the time together with the man before you. “J’onn?” 

“It is.” he assured, tilting the flowers out for you to take. 

And hearing his voice was all it took to confirm his identity. You knew that you had broken out into a smile, you could feel the way your cheeks were already starting to hurt. Not that you had minded, you had been excited for this yourself all day. Barely able to stay still once you had woken up. You could also see that your smile had put him more at ease, watching the tension drop from his shoulders and his gaze soften. “I guess I just couldn’t connect the human look at first.” You laugh, ushering him inside for a moment so you can set the flowers in water. 

“Apologies, but I thought this would be the best way to avoid drawing attention.” He shut the door behind himself, turning to watch as you skittered around your apartment with flitting attention between him and the blooms in your hand. 

“I’m just used to seeing how you really look – but I’ve never seen you outside of the Watchtower either, to be fair.” 

“If it means anything, that is an altered form as well, to put other humans more at ease with my presence.” 

This line catches your attention, and you look back after the flowers have been safely slid backwards onto the counter. “Well, that’s certainly something to see,” you say, genuine intrigue in your voice. “When and if you’re comfortable with it.” you amend, stepping towards him once more. 

J’onn knows you don’t miss the smile he gives you in return, offering his arm to you instead as you both move to the door. “Perhaps after a few more dates.” 

“Well, that sounds promising.” You link your arm with his, stepping out and fumbling with the keys for only a moment to get the door locked before the pair of you continue out and in the direction of the restaurant you had agreed on. 

The conversation after that flows just as easily, switching topics as you each find something new to question the other about. In your own little world, both of you almost walk past the front doors leading to the restaurant, before the smell of food catches your attention and your mistake. 

The reservation and seating go off without a hitch and for a minute you’re just distracted by the interior instead – the lights and decor. “This is nice,” you say, almost under your breath. 

“It was a suggestion, admittedly.” 

“Well kudos to whoever suggested it.” You can’t quite help yourself from shooting a little flirting line in addition, though it is still just as sincere. “But I don’t think that I would enjoy it near as much with anyone else.” 

J’onn opens his mouth for a moment to respond, but nothing comes out at first. He cocks a brow at you instead, well aware of the self-satisfied, mischievous smile that you’re trying very hard to keep off of your face. “Well, I certainly don’t believe that I would have brought anyone else here. It is much more enjoyable with your company.” That seems to kill the smile, but only to be replaced by earnest appreciation, one elbow propped on the table, face in your hand. 

“Oh, a smooth talker,” you tease. 

You’re interrupted for only a moment when the appetizers arrive, but the conversation picks back up flawlessly. 

“Perhaps not as much as you give me credit for,” he jests, “considering how long it took to get to this point.” He can see the way that you cringe in response to that, a grimace on your face. 

You shake your head for a moment before going to speak. “Okay, wait,” you pause, arm waving in the air as though you can physically brush away the embarrassment that you feel, “that one is really on me.” You groan, face hidden behind your hand for a moment. 

“I still found it endearing. You were just excited to call me a friend, I did not want to risk that or upset you if I corrected you.” 

You give a weak chuckle for a moment and shake your head before looking back at him. The heat radiating from your cheeks is noticeable, at least to you. “I was convinced there was no way that anybody from the League could be interested in me. Especially not you. It was surprising enough that you wanted to be friends, and I didn’t want to assume.” 

“If it is any consolation, I had to seek advice from Flash before my last attempt. And I was provided with unsolicited advice from others as well.” 

“I’ve had plenty of people coming up to talk to me about it now that it’s known. Romantic endeavors never stay very private on the Watchtower. But here is a question,” you say, pushing your food aside for a moment. “Did you ever just consider taking a peek into my mind to try and find an answer?” 

It almost set J’onn on edge, but your voice and body language portrayed nothing but curiosity, keeping him calm. “I considered it once or twice, but I did not want to intrude since I wished to court you. And as it had nothing to do with our work or any danger, that was no reason. I have found many humans do not appreciate that psychic link.” 

“Well, thank you for taking that into consideration. I do appreciate it. I was always curious if I would be able to tell if you were. But it sounds like it is something important to you, so I’m sure that it is something we can talk about more in-depth if we keep seeing each other.” 

This seems to catch J’onn off guard for a moment. “I would like that.” 

You flash him another bright smile before turning the conversation into something a little more light-hearted. You both continue, only stopping long enough to eat, even trying to speak despite the food. But more than eager to continue the date after dinner. 

[pettykarma]

A new fanfic, it's been awhile since I wrote one. I miss this.

Sorry, I have a crush

Chaotique never have a crush before, not that she wants it.

She never have any thoughts of being with someone or in a relationship before, she always thought to go solo.

Then she notice him, she never see him before but now he's stuck in her head.

She just talk to him once then she wants to know him more, prank him here and there but he never hate her but definitely annoyed. Then she challenged him to a dance, they were in beat to it as he keep up with her, she keep teasing and play with him, he knew her secrets while she knew nothing much about him, she made him swore to never spill her secrets, before she know it, the moment he was gone, she keep thinking about him, worry about her own secrets, worry about him being a loud mouth, but he wasn't and didn't told anyone. He gain her trust and interest, she never thought anyone else would, anyone other than her family.

She keep meeting him, befriend him, laugh with him not at him, they know each other lives from then on and she thought it was friendship, it was more than that.

"I mean, he is so innocent, goody two shoe with sparks to help both robots and human, I thought he would be lame. He is so much more." Chaotique explain with sparkling eyes

"Uh huh" Airman respond without any interest at all.

"He also really funny with puns and knows my kind of fun but when we prank together, he come up with ideas to make my pranks harmless but fun still for me. Every time I hangout with him, he always the one who offers to pay, everytime. Makes me feel bad but then again he's Dr. Light kid so probably he got enough pocket money to pay for boba tea, right ? I mean it's really sweet of him to do so even when I decided I wanna pay it myself, but guess what ?" Chaotique ask Airman as she swiftly turn her head to him.

"What ?" Airman said, mindlessly

"He bought me a video game that I've always wanted, not a second handed console, the new and latest version"

"So he's rich, so what, you like him because of that ?" Airman giving a sarcastic reply.

"No of course not, being rich is nothing when money can lost and burn, he is rich but he still do chores and do odd jobs, he paid an expensive 4 million game console from his own hard earned money. Getting money is hard y'know" Chaotique trying to explain to an disinterested Airman.

"What do you know about honest work, last time I checked, you pickpocket and do dirty works to get by, let's not forget how we meet" Airman retort.

"So sorry about your wallet but it slipped from my hand."

"Straight to a wood chipper machine"

"How was I supposed to know the thing wasn't broken when the warning sign was there" Chaotique trying to justify

"The thing was broken from the start, the machine never stopped working. It just stopped when it run out of power." Airman huffing with contempt explained.

"We're getting off topic" Chaotique backing up

"We started the conversation with how did you know Blastowoman then suddenly you talked about your crush after just saying 'me and Blasto met on the black market' the hell you were doing there ?! Don't forget what you costed me missy"

"Your wallet ?"

"And my dignity, your 'pranks' make me a meme on viewbook, texgram, and newtube." Airman reminded Chaotique of a certain prank she did on him when they first met, he did said he wanted to be famous so she did him a favor, sorta.

"You wanted to be famous" Chaotique answered back.

"NOT AS A MEME" Airman yelled.

Chaotique stay quiet for a bit before she decides to go out.

Airman feeling a little sorry for the hopeless romantic speedster gremlin decided to advise her, he isn't wise or good but she is clearly younger than him.

"If you want to talk about the Lights, go to Cutman, he was their favorite gardener. He is in the garden, outside, shouldn't be hard to find." Airman face away from Chaotique to do his business again.

Chaotique look back to Airman watching him fly away to somewhere she guessed, "Thanks a lot Air." Answering to the wind then using her speed she skates to the garden Airman hinted at.

______

"When you said you want answers about the Lights, I assumed you wanted to destroy them, not canoodle with the dullest Light in the family" Cutman commented.

"Don't call Aki dull, he is smart in his own way, sure he's bad at math or science or physics but he's great on sport and knows how to talk" Chaotique trying to defend Aki's honor that even Aki himself doesn't know about.

"Sure sure, just say that you like him for being funny" Cutman jeered.

"Yeah but he's more than just funny"

"Let me guess, kind, compassionate, loving, sweet, and very understanding." Cutman fake gushing to mock her.

"Yeah and he is.... he's also.... um.. very cool."  Chaotique was sure he is cool, it's subjective matter but he is cool with other things.

Cutman stare at her for a moment, it takes a second for him to laugh the next moment.

Chaotique only stare at Cutman waiting for the red short robot to stop but he start rolling on the ground prompting Chaotique to pull his arms up to lift him.

With the last wheezing breath, Cutman finally talks back. "You really likes him, no, LOVE him a lot" Cutman brush off the dust on himself then continue "this is the first time someone likes Aki Light. Truly a miracle someone find him to be attractive."

"Okay can you cut it out, literally" Chaotique puff her chest and crossing her hand as she glare at Cutman for that insult.

Cutman put his hands on his stomach "Okay okay, look Aki is the least interesting member of the Light family. His father ,Dr. Light, is a robotic scientist genius and his sister, Suna, is a genius in the making, I saw her with many of her projects. But Aki other that the average boy in a family of geniuses, he's... underperformed, he isn't notable, sure he is a robot but being a robot isn't that special, but he is very nimble for a robot."

Chaotique thought back to Aki's parkour, he is faster than her on platforming. Chaotique never been beaten on her own speed games so he became a challenge pretty quickly. Probably because she has wheels for heels, she can't beat Aki on parkour. It was his special skill and she glad Aki figure out his talent on platforming because of her. Not only parkour, climbing brick walls or jagged dead ends is also a skill Aki has but Chaotique doesn't, she always rely on her speed to bypass dead ends. Her speed does break the law of gravity with the law of physics.

"Aki only notable trait for me is his empathy or the way he can make a friend of anyone but most never last long, I was proof of it." Cutman informed.

"WAIT, what ?! You liked him"

"I didn't like him at all, but I cared enough for his well being that is until my brain focuses on perfection that I begin to lose my sympathy for him, I never intended to kill him, maybe just capture him or scare him but never harm him, maybe I would've scratch his face and leave a cut or two...

But I doubt that, back then with Sgt.Night, I was desperate for some form of validation that I never stop to think that...... if killing him was worth it." Cutman solemnly remembered back. If Aki was at school and he manage to capture him, Cutman doubt that Sgt.Night only will beaten him up or just a ransom for Dr. Light. Looking back, he could've been responsible for a death.

Chaotique taken a back by Cutman ranting, she was ready to fight him but she knows he was just taking about what-if or what could've happened. Sgt.Night is a merciless man, a human with cold stone heart, taking a child life is something of a means to an end in his grant scheme.

"Anyway if you want to show your appreciation to Aki, give him something you made yourself for him, a homemade cook, or friendship bracelet or whatever you made, you have to meant it, put effort in it. Then in the gift he'll know that you care for him." Cutman advise

Chaotique back away from Cutman then smiles "That's really helpful, thanks Cutman"

"You're welcome" Cutman hand a flower bouquet to Chaotique as she remotely take the bouquet.

"Would you kindly gives this to Hypnowoman ? Here's her address" Cutman mentioned as he hand her a piece of paper with an address.

"Since you want advise, the best love advice is from a therapist in love with the father of your lover" Cutman mocked. He giggle a bit as he walk away to rest after gardening for the day. Leaving Chaotique dumbfounded.

________

"Thank you for the flowers dear" hypnowoman sniff the fresh bouquet. "Its so lovely" she cheered.

"Yeah, I wanna go to do something first" Chaotique reply.

"Oh, is there a problem you need to solve" Hypnowoman question.

"No just...." Chaotique timidly have to ask "if you have a date with someone who hated you in the past, what kind of date should I do to make him like me ?"

"Oh well, a dinner date is nice, perhaps a movie night or just walking under the stars-"

"Too cheesy" Chaotique interrupt Hypnowoman recommendations.

"I want something more.... intimate ?"

"I'm not sure if you should be intimate"

"Huh ?"

"You're still so young I can't imagine you and Aki going to third base" hypnowoman playfully answer.

"Huh ?! No not like that, I meant I wanna talk to him about my feelings and sort things out." Chaotique bashful explained.

"Oh, there's a prank with beautiful mood lighting, I'm sure you can tell him how you feel there." Hypnowoman recommend again without interruptions.

"Thanks" Chaotique happily tell.

"But another thing. Relationship is complex and hard, it might be rocking at the start but I'm sure if you communicate with him and respect each other boundaries, you both will have a healthy relationship." Hypnowoman calmly and gladly teach Chaotique.

Chaotique only smile and it saids it all.

"Ah you don't really understand, do you ?"

"Not much" Chaotique jokingly reply.

"Thanks Ms. Hypno, thanks a lot" Chaotique disappear in a flash.

Hypnowoman goes back inside to tend her bouquet. She know what a troubled robot girl Chaotique is, but if she's willing to change, then she can be a good person. She understands why Aki always talks about Chaotique in his therapy sessions, he sees a good person deep down, she can see it too.

[starwalker03]

A popular fandom headcanon is that if someone calls Dick, Tim, or Jason ‘Robin’ in a time of stress they would listen. There was actually a scene with that in a Nightwing annual.

Would this work with WMLP Dick? I imagine he’d be super pissed if someone tried it regardless if it worked or not.

Man the idea of Bruce yelling “ Robin Stand Down!” At Dick

ooooooooh I had some delicious thoughts about this. And most of them are spoilery.

For the most part the only thing that'd do is make Dick angrier because jesus fucking christ are you joking? you think you can start calling me that and I'll keel over like a fucking dog? I'm not a child. how dare you come in here and talk about Robin, as if you didn't leave him for dead.

But.

that being said.

Something happening where the league is working with Deathstroke. And they get to the end of the mission and everything had been tense and difficult but otherwise fine. And some guy makes a comment. Someone who's got some power or whatever and saw Renegade and Deatshtroke together. and they've lost the battle so as a last minute gesture they're like "of course Deathstroke's dog can't do the job himself, has to run to the next authority to order him around like the little bitch he is. After all the work he put into you you're just his little slut-"

And Dick has shot him in the jaw before he can even really finish the sentence. and he's tearing through people again to get to this man, who's still alive but has half his face blow off, so that he can beat the shit out of him, and the leaguers are too far away, busy handling something else as they begin arrests. It's not till he's standing over the man, gun leveled on him, that Bruce finally gets close enough and yells "Robin no!"

And Dick pauses.

and everything goes still for a moment as quiet cold rage seeps into the air.

and he looks up at Batman. Batman, who he has ignored this whole time. Batman, who he never attempts to be in the same room as. Batman, who he has refused to deign with his gaze-

"Now you have my attention," and his voice is cold as it seeps out of a voice altering device. he cocks his head, "and yet still no authority."

and fires.

he puts his gun away, not bothering to come any step closer to Bruce, who is horrified. Because not only has Dick killed a man in front of him, but he's done so with the knowledge that Bruce knows it's him and he still does not care.

"when did you figure it out?"

"there were too many coincidences." which Bruce had always said he could never accept too many coincidences. one can be overlooked and two can be humorous, but any more was worth suspicion. "Slade went out of his way to kill specifically you, and then took on an apprentice afterwards who could have been your age. You seem acquainted with Artemis, who would otherwise never dare speak to Deathstroke and those affiliated with him. You took in the speedster who attacked Central city..." and other such things perhaps Bruce has learned in this hypothetical scenario.

"and you waited till now..." Dick says, "when you thought it would make me do as I was told."

"Robin-"

"say it again." and his hand is back on his gun, "one more time, see what I do about it. I have very little patience left for you."

mmmmmmm delicious.

[msfcatlover]

Reverse!Robins/Titans Timeline

Still trying to pin this down. Not bothering with time intervals, just order of events.

(Gee, can you tell which parts of this team I’m still ironing out, and which ones I’ve put the most thought into?)

Batman: Zero Year

Joker debuts. (Duke’s parents caught in one of the attacks)

Duke starts patrolling/searching for his parents.

After running into Duke several times, Bruce makes Duke his crime-fighting partner to both train & keep an eye on him. Duke chooses the name “Moonbeam.”

Yara Flor becomes Wonder Girl. Bruce & Diana encourage their proteges to become friends, so that they have someone their own age who understands their vigilante problems to talk to.

Connor Hawke reunites with his father, and becomes Marksman (Green Arrow’s first sidekick.) Connor is also encouraged to join this friend group.

(Clark occasionally asks the teens to babysit his son Jon, when the adults are busy.)

Damian shows up in Gotham, making a huge splash & overturning the Batfam status quo. After killing a few criminals, Damian is forbidden from patrolling until he proves himself trustworthy.

(Damian does not join the group, but the others know about him because Duke complains. Damian does become friends with Jon after a little while.)

A ship crashes while the JL is busy. The teens go to investigate it, finding a single survivor who turns out to have speedster powers & complete amnesia. They use the Batcomputer to trace the ship, trying to help their new friend.

Damian sneaks onboard the shuttle the teens “borrow” to follow their trace, still trying to prove himself.

This team finds an illegal alien market and breaks it up, rescuing Pam in the process.

Upon return to Earth, the JL commends the kids for their work. A new team is formed with Yara as their leader, and named the “Teen Titans.” The lineup is:

Wonder Girl (Yara Flor)

Moonbeam (Duke Thomas)

Marksman (Connor Hawke)

Kid Flash (Bartholomew “Tolly” Taurus)

Menagerie (Pamela “Pam” Merlo)

Damian does not get to be part of the team, deemed too young, but he has proven himself enough to officially join Batman & Moonbeam on the streets. He goes by “Shadow.”

Arthur Curry asks if his protege, Kaldur'ahm, can join the Titans. Aqualad is added to the lineup.

Pam’s sister, Sonja, tries to get in contact. Whole arc occurs of Pam struggling with her own transformation and the two of them reuniting.

Chimera (Ra'ut L'lwer) joins the Titans.

Yara’s arc where she’s manipulated by Eros & Hera happens here.

Jon becomes Superboy, and joins the Titans.

Damian joins the Titans.

Tolly’s past comes to light, throwing his relationships with everyone in the community into chaos. The team barely manages to pull themselves together in time to mount a defense and keep him from being punished for the crimes of a life that was not his. 

Tolly still feels the need to pull away from the Titans a little out of guilt over what he’s done (especially to Pam.)

Barry Allen dies, and Tolly becomes the Flash.

Yara is at this point over 20, and feeling out of place at the head of the team. She starts to pull back a bit, trying to figure out where her life is going next.

Cassandra Cain is adopted by Bruce Wayne. Duke is the only one who can train against her, as his precognition lets him just about keep up with her body-reading abilities. They bond, and he introduces her to the team.

Spoiler debuts in Gotham. Batman tells her to go home.

Damian decides to make Spoiler his apprentice.

Anima (Courtney Mason) joins the Titans.

Yara announces she’s officially stepping down as leader of the Titans. Duke steps up, announcing his own change of name to “The Signal,” and officially passing his mantle to his little sister, Cassandra.

Anima & Chimera manage to figure out how to free Pamela from her swarm. Duke’s first official mission as team leader is facilitating this.

Pam leaves the Titans for a normal life with her sister. Many tears are shed.

[I’m just double-checking my current lineup.]

The Signal (Duke Thomas)

Marksman (Connor Hawke)

Aqualad (Jackson Hyde/Kaldur’ahm)

Chimera (Ra'ut L'lwer) 

Superboy (Jonathan Kent/Jon-El)

Shadow (Damian Wayne)

Moonbeam (Cassandra Wayne)

Anima (Courtney Mason)

Steph’s mom goes to rehab. Bruce fosters Steph in the meantime, and this is how she discovers their identities.

Damage (Grant Emerson) joins the Titans as community service, after his powers manifest by going completely haywire.

(Yara decides going by “Wonder Girl” is undermining her attempts to be an independent adult hero. She changes her name to “Diadem.”)

Damian introduces Steph to the team. Spoiler becomes a Titan.

Chimera announces she’s going independent and leaves the team.

Just like in canon, Grant’s trauma catches up with him and he has to step down from hero work. Connor takes Grant under his wing formally and they both leave the team.

Emiko Queen takes Connor’s place on the team, going by the name “Red Arrow.”

Duke is too overwhelmed by being Gotham’s only daytime hero and running the team, as well as feeling guilty for not giving Grant more support. He goes independent, leaving the team.

Jon & Damian step up as co-leaders of the Titans.

Roundhouse (William Wu) & Blue Beetle (Jaime Reyes) join the Titans.

Anima is stranded in another dimension on a mission with the team, in a dramatic act of self-sacrifice to ensure everyone else can make it home. Everyone is very upset, but they comfort themselves knowing she’s still out there being a hero, just... somewhere else.

After a lot of introspection, Aqualad decides to dedicate himself full-time to his studies & duties in Atlantis, and steps down from the team.

[Double-checking the lineup]

Superboy (Jonathan Kent)

Shadow (Damian Wayne)

Moonbeam (Cassandra Wayne)

Spoiler (Stephanie Brown)

Red Arrow (Emiko Queen)

Roundhouse (William Wu)

Blue Beetle (Jamie Reyes)

Damian & Jon decide to go independant together, becoming Bluhaven’s new superheroes as Nightwing & Flamebird. Damian formally passes his mantle to Steph in private before they announce the change to the team.

Steph & Cass take over as co-leaders.

Steph meets Tim at school, and they become fast friends. After a couple months of being study buddies, they start dating.

Jon introduces his adoptive younger siblings, the Super-Twins, to the team.

Vaporlock (Natasha Irons) joins the team.

Atom (Ray Palmer) is de-aged. He temporarily joins the team until he can recover his memories.

Argent (Antonia Monetti), Static (Virgil Hawkins), & Power Girl (Tanya Spears) join the team.

Atom goes back to normal and leaves.

Cass takes on Tim as her apprentice after catching him following the Bats around Gotham. Steph is a bit thrown by this discovery, but training together only stengthens her & Tim’s relationship.

Until Cass decides Tim’s ready to follow them on patrol (if not fight anyone yet,) and gives Tim the Spoiler mantle without asking, assuming it’s just a placeholder name and not realizing it has any special meaning to Steph.

(This is the beginning of the end, though they don’t realize it yet.)

Steph feels betrayed by the theft of her old identity and it compounds with her initial uneasiness over Tim befriending/dating her without telling her he knew their identities. She tries to put it aside for the good of the city, but can’t.

The sudden rockiness between Steph & Cass bleeds over into the Titans. When the team meets Tim, it becomes clear something about his apprenticeship with Cass is what has lead to the rift, though none of the Bats will clarify.

Emiko introduces her own apprentice, Mia Dearden, the second Marksman.

Steph & Tim have a really nasty breakup.

Steph has the same death she suffered in War Games.

The entire Batfamily are left reeling.

Tim gets fired.

Cass struggles to go on as both Moonbeam & the leader of the Titans, when she’s supposed to be part of a matched set. She ends up quitting both, and the team completely falls apart.

Cass puts together a new costume, made originally from old Batman suits, and gains the street name “Black Bat.” (She didn’t choose it, it was given to her; Batman has the yellow belt & circle, where Cass’s suit has neither. So which Bat is attacking? “The black bat.”)

Tim gives the family until after Steph’s funeral before dropping by (to argue his case, but if that doesn’t work, to pick up his stuff.) He sees Steph’s memorial, and is furious that Bruce would reduce Steph’s legacy to that.

After weeks of arguing, Tim throws on his own version of the Shadow costume (back to Damian’s original black, but the cloak is lined with Steph’s signature purple) and eventually forces his way into the role, refusing to let Steph’s dream die with her.

Damian is incensed by the whole mess that’s happening with Tim. That’s his mantle Tim is taking, and Damian’s still wracked with guilt that Steph died, blaming himself for not training her thoroughly enough. Damian demands that before Tim ever goes out as Shadow, Tim has to go to Bludhaven every weekend to train with Damian. 

The training is absolutely brutal, but Tim refuses to give up. Eventually, Duke finds out about it and goes to ream Damian out for taking things so far (and Jon, for not having already given Damian this same lecture.) Duke essentially tells Damian that Damian’s no better than the people who originally hurt Damian and storms out.

Duke tells Tim he doesn’t have to go back the next weekend. Tim shows up anyway. Damian stares blankly for a few seconds, then takes a very confused Tim out for ice cream.

(Damian spends years trying to be better, to make up for what he’s done, but he never manages to get over that double-dose of guilt. He veers hard in the other direction, being incredibly supportive whenever they’re around eachother, but also avoids Tim whenever Damian can justify it to himself, because it just... eats at Damian.)

Tim also pulls the Titans back together. Or, more accurately, he pulls Vaporlock, Marksman, and Blue Beetle back together, before he ends up recruiting... well, basically the Young Justice lineup to be his new team.

Tim’s parents die. Tim tries the whole fake uncle thing, but Damian rats him out.

(Somewhere in there, Tim ends up on Ra’s al Ghul’s radar.)

Jason tries to steal the Batmobile’s tires.

Jason manages to convince the family to let him help. They offer him Moonbeam, but Jason doesn’t want to be Moonbeam. First of all, Jason can’t do any of that weird precog stuff Duke & Cass have going on; second, Jason’s personal hero was always the Shadow with the Crime Alley accent.

Tim gives Jason Spoiler instead (Tim himself thinking Spoiler is a training-wheel mantle, but more importantly, it was Steph’s.)

During a public event, Tim is shot by an assassin who took a contract from Ra’s. Laying in the hospital, Tim all but begs Bruce to go out on patrol and Jason to put on the Shadow costume, not wanting Tim’s injury to be the reason their identities got outed.

Tim’s spine was clipped by the bullet. While he’s not completely paralyzed, he’ll never be able to walk unassisted again, and even with mobility aids, Tim suffers from chronic pain thanks to the nerve damage.

(Tim finds a get well card from Ra’s, inviting Tim for a dip in the Lazarus pit whenever Tim’s ready to admit he “needs” it. Tim borrows Jason’s lighter and burns the note. Only Tim & Jason ever know about it.)

Tim becomes Oracle.

When Jason joins the Titans, it’s assumed he’ll be their new leader, as Shadow and/or Moonbeam have always been one of the leaders of the Titans. He also suffers a lot from the comparison to his predecessors, and with how people perceive the speed at which he took up Tim’s mantle.

Jason does win that place and prove himself as a leader, but it is a rough ride to get there.

[Jason’s Titans lineup]

Inherited from Tim:

Wonder Girl (Cassandra Sandsmark)

Impulse (Bart Allen)

Miss Martian (M’gann M’orzz)

Joined while Jason was Spoiler:

Red Devil (Edward Bloomberg)

Ravager (Rose Wilson)

DC (Daniel Chase)

(Yes, Danny thinks hero names are stupid and only ever used one to fake his own death. But, frankly, Danny used his real name as his spy code name, which makes him mocking everyone else for having hero names just… so goddam insufferable. I’m cutting the middle ground here; it’s not a full-on alias, but it’s not just shouting his real name in a high-stakes/arguably undercover situation.)

Joined under Jason’s leadership:

Beast Boy (Garfield Logan)

Raven (Rachel Roth)

Cyborg (Victor Stone)

Halo (Gabrielle Doe)

Risk (Cody Driscoll)

Redwing (Carrie Levine)

Prester (Jonathan Levine)

(I found a pair of twins I both know & like better than Jade & Obsidian. Seriously, John & Carrie are the best part of the entire Team Titans fiasco, and given we do see some overlap between the timelines, I’ve no idea why they got wiped from reality but fucking Mirage didn’t.)

Steph comes back to life. 

Cue the Lost Days/Red Hood arcs.

Steph does try to scare Jason out of being a hero with the fight at the Tower. She shows up in her Death Mask costume and frames it as a fair duel--“More fair than any other rogue will give you.”--to prove that non-powered (non-ninja) kids like them can only meet a nasty end. The fight doesn’t stay “fair” long, as Steph fights dirty to make her point, and throws both her own history & Jason’s insecurities into his face. Jason adapts, but doesn’t win, eventually left reeling by the reveal of Steph’s identity.

The fight is interrupted by Eddie, who gets back early from an off-planet mission and therefore was not factored into Steph’s contingencies for the other Titans. Steph escapes by first holding Jason in front of her with a knife to his throat, then driving the knife into his thigh, forcing Eddie to choose between going after her and keeping Jason from bleeding out.

Red Devil stays behind to cauterize the wound, and Death Mask gets away.

.

After that, the chronology gets a lot more muddled.

Steph reunites with the family after saving Jason from the Joker.

Bruce takes in Dick after Dick’s parents die, but it’s a very rough transition. Then Bruce dies, leading to the family falling apart all over again, Jason getting the Red Robin (”Bluejay”) arc, Cass becoming Batman, and Dick becoming her Moonbeam.

When Bruce comes back, Bluejay joins the Signal as a daytime hero.

When Bruce can eventually no longer be Batman and Cass steps up again, she’ll offer Jason Black Bat if he wants it. He accepts, and everyone assumes Dick will be Bluejay when Dick graduates from being Moonbeam.

When Dick grows up, his final hero identity will be Robin.

[allwormdiet]

Tangle 6.6

Well hell, not a whole lot getting worse when one of you has a gun to their back

"Surrender." "No." is kind of the vibe, isn't it.

And yeah, fuck this was smart, but now the offensive has ground to a halt thanks to Armsmaster's interception

...Also it's cute that he fell for Tattetale's fib

Yeah exactly. Information control, an incredible asset

She's picking him apart, and his tools as well, but she either doesn't realize she's playing with fire or doesn't care

This is a fight, so I'm not gonna act like Armsmaster swinging on Tattletale is somehow a foul, but it does feel a little like a foul considering that's the only swing he makes for another while here

Are we sure Miss Militia is more likeable than Armsmaster? Bc Armsmaster isn't the one putting a bladed weapon at someone's neck, and I don't think you can "rubber bullets" your way out of a machete blow

Also the exchange between Grue and Regent is amusing

Hi again, Emma, hope you're having an awful time <3

Oh, that's why Tattletale was willing to risk the fucking sucker blow from Armsmaster; she knew that was gonna be the assist the others could use to get the score

God that's kinda great though. This business is about reputation and pageantry and they can use this stage, with an audience of rich and important people, to get a shitload of leverage against the heroes

Also the machete really is a bad look, like c'mon

And the reluctance to swap the machete out for a fucking baton or something doesn't look much better, why does Taylor still think she's cool at the end of this arc?

Fucking good job on Regent's part here. Outrageously gross, but it gets the job done.

And another really fucking clever maneuver. I dunno what Armsmaster is talking about, this was a fucking slick maneuver. Minimal harm taken and she gets to keep her bugs up, that's obviously the play

So this is actually a neat way to work around the whole "speedster" concept. Velocity's still good at what he does, but he's not the kind of low-key god that Flash is

Yeah, exactly, he doesn't need to hit hard to make this a problem, he just needs to hit enough

So Taylor is in fact gonna keep going for the eyes, got it

At least Velocity gets to keep his, last guy wasn't so lucky

Okay so first off, who the fuck at the Protectorate signed off on this man not wearing a cup? Extra mobility and reduced friction my ass, that's a sacrifice you make so your dick doesn't get punched clean off your body

Also Taylor, honey, I really don't know if there's something he'll ever accept as recompense for this, especially because I don't think the two of you are ever gonna work together outside of truce conditions. Even if you do manage to swing becoming a hero (which I think she does) there's no way they're having you work alongside someone you beat and humiliated this thoroughly

Yeah this man is not the local Protectorate boss for nothing, no kidding he's kicking ass like this

For all that I think Armsmaster has acted like a massive tool, his versatility and competence really can't be understated. I think there's still bad match-ups for him, even or especially in the Bay when you're looking at hitters like Purity, but I don't think that's really insurmountable for him. Hard, absolutely, but not insurmountable.

Tattletale getting desperate, I think. Obviously the hostages worked great against the Wards last time, no reason to think it wouldn't work against the Protectorate, except of course Armsmaster isn't going to allow a hostage to be taken

Bitch ilu

No for real, Bitch I love you

What an incredible display of defiance and trust. She doesn't bother with the head games, she's just like "oh you really don't want to turn your back on Skitter, she'll fuck you up like she did Lung"

Of course Skitter does kinda fumble on the pass but that's okay, she's learning

EDIT: also, of course her smile is unnerving Taylor, it’s a threat display, you know this about her

Haha, oh no

I wonder if this whole sequence would've gone differently if Emma wasn't there to fuel Skitter's rage and spite. Probably, right?

So, they're both idiots, is the thing

Skitter knew going into this that Armsmaster has an ego thing, that he soured on her between their first and second meetings because she tarnished the big win on his record. So far her team has defeated and embarrassed every Ward and Protectorate member in the building except for him, and as the leader of the latter and mentor of the former that already reflects poorly on him, setting aside the fact that villains crashed a fundraiser to lift morale and trust in the Protectorate/PRT. There was no way he was ever going to fold on this.

Meanwhile, Armsmaster has already completely written Skitter off as a loss. She cost him the glory of taking Lung down, she absolutely punked the Wards during the bank job (which again reflects on him as a mentor), and she's clearly in over her head as a rookie. But he could still pull her out of the villain life at this point, she's still got a hand outstretched even though their last meeting broke down (because he was having a fit over his tarnished glory) and all he has to do is meet her there. And he doesn't, because he can't compromise like that. Because it might reflect poorly on him. Because this apparently certain win against some upstart thieves is worth more than a hypothetical takedown of whoever is backing them.

And now Armsmaster has to eat seven hundred wasps for his trouble

Alright cool now get the fuck out of there

Taylor what are you fucking talking about, you could not be more bound to the Undersiders at this point

Current Thoughts

Armsmaster really put up the numbers on this chapter, man was fighting like eight-to-one for most of this sequence and it was a close fucking thing. It's a shame his personality sucks or else I'd almost be tempted to root for him in a way

Still thinking about how Miss Militia resorted to a machete to pin Regent down, like how is that one not a threat of lethal force

Velocity made a good showing, got some hits in, but. Nobody in their right mind should ever skip out on protecting the groin. Points deducted for an easily avoidable loss

And holy shit the Undersiders managed to pull this one together. They've still got Dauntless and an absolutely pissed Armsmaster to still deal with, but the worst kind of defeat is already cleared and even if they were to lose they'd have still dealt a massive blow to the heroes

...which is why I'm still a little stunned that between the mission and the conversation with Armsmaster Taylor still thinks she can walk away from this clean. Lil delusional on that one, hon.

[necrotic-nephilim]

your Kon post was sooooo good, like yes the core four are queer platonic, however Kon is hypersexual enough to have made out with (or more) everyone in young justice at least once, yes, including the non-corporal Greta don’t ask me how that worked

I love all of these posts!!! how many of these ask game things do you have in your inbox??

thank you so much!! and i ABSOLUTELY agree with you on hypersexual Kon (truly i just adore characters with grooming/rape trauma like Kon coping through the lense of hypersexuality) and even if YJ is queerplatonic, Kon has made his way through most of them. including Greta. he's creative he'd find a way. probably involving TTK. bc TTK in sex is a thought i have daily. endless potential for using it to basically turn someone's body into a living fleshlight he can manipulate from the inside out- specifically have a TimKonBart idea in my head about that where Kon coaches Bart through sex, since Bart is a speedster with a bonkers refractory period who struggles to feel satisfied, and Tim is caught between them getting used to get Bart off with Kon using TTK to manipulate Tim's body. fun times. fun ideas.

currently, i have one more ask game ask in my inbox (tho always feel free to send more!) that's BruJay focused. though i *do* also have a couple other asks that are just ideas i pan to use as prompts for full fics. just haven't gotten to those yet bc i'm currently busy with packing to move states so. i have *not* had the time to write i wish i had. i will not reveal too much but one involves JayTim fucking during the Titans Tower incident, another is JayTim with animal traits leading to porn, and then another is Tim/Kon/Jon with incest kink stuff. so! i have many things planned, i just need to settle into my new place, however long that takes.

[angelatmidnight1]

Octane Tickle Headcanons

I haven't written anything for Apex in a little over a year and I decided to write these on a whim to try and ease my way back into the fandom.

Ler

The Apex Games keep Octane busy, but even he needs to add in some variety so he doesn’t get bored.

As one of the Outland’s resident pranksters, he causes trouble on a pretty regular basis and enjoys having fun with the other Legends. Sometimes that fun incorporates tickling. This is especially true if his target has a more serious/stoic personality. 

“Jeez, it was just a joke. Loosen up amigo.” Cue the speedster prodding at the lee’s torso, especially at the sides or ribs, and grinning when he gets a squeal or a laugh. “Ticklish, huh? Sweet. I was getting bored..”

Octane is mischievous and energetic as a ‘ler. He goes in fast and pokes and squeezes over ticklish spots in seemingly random patterns before doubling down and scribbling over the spots that got his ‘lee laughing. 

He can also be a lil’ shit about it too- if he thinks his friends are moving too slow, he’ll poke at their torso and encourage them to move it, though he can often easily keep up with them even if they make a legitimate attempt to run. “Dios mio, you even walk slow. Hurry up!”

Tickling and pranks become intertwined if he learns that someone’s ticklish. One of his favorite things to do is poking the closest person to his jump pad and laughing as they accidentally launch themselves in the air. It’s funnier if they end up flying off the map. 

He loves a chase. He will even give his ‘lee a head start if he’s feeling cocky, but it’s rare that they ever get away from him.

He also likes to dash in while his lee is doing something else, tickle them, and dash out. He always gets a kick out of it, and his ‘lees are often left exhausted. Getting tickled by him could easily count as a workout. 

Being Octane’s friend and being around him when he’s bored could lead to impromptu tickle attacks. He’ll spring up to his feet and grin, saying, “I’ll give you ten seconds to run.” That’s the closest thing to a warning they’ll get before he jumps into action, and even ten seconds is generous. 

Octane also likes to tickle people if they prank him and/or if they’re starting trouble with him and playfully tease them. His taunts can range from “Thought you were mad at me. What 's so funny?” or “Still got jokes, huh?”

Lee

One of, if not the most ticklish Legend in the Apex Games. Whether that sensitivity comes from his stim usage or not, it doesn’t take much to get him laughing. 

The difficult part is having him stay still long enough to actually be tickled, though. After a few ticklish pokes, he’s gone, and most of the Legends don’t have a chance in catching him. 

He has to be backed into a corner or someone has to get the jump on him to have the highest chance of tickling him. And even then, he has to be held or pinned in some way because he’s very squirmy. If he can get away, he will. 

A  couple of pokes can easily get those frantic giggles out of him. But tickling his underarms will elicit those infectious belly laughs. His tummy is pretty ticklish too, but to a slightly lesser extent. 

He yelps out an even mix of English and Spanglish as he’s being tickled, with a heavier emphasis on Spanish curse words as he squirms and laughs himself silly. 

Since he pranks a lot of the Legends, he’s a prime target for tickling if they can catch him. That doesn’t stop him from instigating pranks though- it’s way too much fun. 

His laughter is much like him: loud and chaotic. It can usually be heard from at least two rooms down on the drop ship. 

He regenerates stamina quickly and can be tickled for longer than most in theory. And, even if his ‘ler has him trapped, he’s still very fidgety and it takes a concerted effort to keep him in place. 

If his ‘ler is ticklish, or if there’s even a possibility that they are, he’s gonna get them back. Even if it seems like he’s dashed off to do something else, Octane’s coming for ‘em.

[hellishere7980]

After Happily Ever After

He always knew it would be a bad idea. Even when she was Ladybug. He first saw her on a screen on Tim’s laptop. Gorgeous blue eyes. Freckled skin like chocolate chips on a cake. A deep commanding look on her face, which he usually saw on the faces of seasoned heroes like Batman or Superman or Wonder Woman. She looked around his physical age. Not that it was a true measuring unit. He'd been around for a couple of years and still looked 18. Yeah, but the first thing that came into his mind when he saw her was the word ‘pretty’. More specifically, that she looked pretty.

But he never had an opportunity to directly talk to her. Wonder Woman, Zatana and John were in charge of the communication from the Parisian heroes and the Bats were only backing up as detectives, aiming to find her villain. He first had the opportunity to meet her when she first stepped into the tower as ‘Lady Miracle’, finally defeating her villain.

They were all standing around in the watchtower as she and Wonder Woman walked in. His surprise must have shown on his face because Rob was trying to elbow him in his gut to get his mouth closed and Clark and Jon were smirking at him.

Wonder Woman gave them a quick review of the situation in France and then the main founders left for their meeting while the ‘sidekicks’ hung around as so helpfully said by Green Lantern(Hal- the git). The younger school-going superheroes were also sent back. Yeah, but it gave the young heroes a perfect opportunity to chat with Lady Miracle. Which Bart helpfully emphasized by running up to her first.

“Hey, what's up? How are you doing?” Bart said, shaking her hand. Classic speedster style.

If Lady Miracle was shocked by it, she didn't let it show on her face. “Yeah, I'm doing good. Defeated my villain and all. Finally my schedule was cleaned up a bit.”

And of course, that had to catch Nightwing’s attention. “You mean to tell me that you didn't drop out of school?”

“Why would I?” Lady Miracle asked.

“So how did you take care of the akuma-ta-ta?” Bart asked.

“First of all, it's Akuma. Come on, say it with me a–”

“A–” Repeated Bart.

“Ku–ma”

“Ku-maai”

“Close enough.” Lady Miracle said with a smile.

“Anyway, getting back to the topic.” Red Robin said. “How the hell did you manage that?”

“I made up excuses like– ‘Miss, I wanna go to the bathroom.’ or ‘I need to help my parents out at the–their business’ or something.” Lady Miracle said, shrugging her shoulders.

“So you mean to say your parents know?” Nightwing asked.

“WHAT? No. They don't know. Hopefully they'll never find out.”

“But why not?” Superboy(elder) asked.

“I really don't like talking about it, sorry.”

“No problem.” Superboy answered before one of the detective boys could jump in and insist on an answer.

“We all have something we don't want to talk about, right Red?” He said, giving the boy in question a pointed glare.

“Yeah, right. Totally.”

This was a bad idea. He had a sinking feeling he would be back on that question the moment he got the chance. But there was a really pretty lady in front of her and maybe he would not get a chance to ask her out later on, so-he-probably- shoulddoitnow. Why on Earth was he rambling? He was supposed to be the smoothest talker in his team for God's sake! He stopped as he felt a touch on his forearm. He lived up to see Lady Miracle smiling at him curiously.

“You were rambling.”

He gulped. Quite visibly. This fact was verified by the snickers from his team. Whole herd of betrayers, that lot.

“Are you fine?” Lady Miracle asked.

“Sure. Why wouldn’t I be?” He replied, trying desperately to gain some swagger back.

She certainly let go of his arm as she heard the door open. More specifically the meeting door. “Let’s go see my new room.” She said, slightly tilting her head over the door where all the senior founder members were coming out of.

“Wait a minute, You're joining Young Justice?” Superboy asked, looking down at her and confusion.

“Yeah, didn't you hear, Wonder Woman? Wonder Woman is supposed to take me to the Young Justice headquarters.”

Apparently his lack of awareness was too much for his so-called teammates (Betrayers, as he had previously established) because those goons burst out LAUGHING.

“Ah, I've never seen Kon so FLUSTERED in my life.” Red said, trying to get his laughs under control, pretending to wipe a fake tear. Dude wore domino masks! And his (Robin’s) life was about to get VERY short.

“Ohh I'm gonna enjoy having you around.” Cassie said, lightly patting Lady Miracle’s arm.

The meeting got over and they were all on their way to the Young Justice cave. Correction Batman, Wonder Woman, Lady Miracle and the Young Justice were on their way to the Cave.

Although it wasn't clear enough from Lady Miracle’s face, it was easy enough to tell that she was excited. No, excited wasn’t the word. Terrified? Yeah, that was closer. And to be fair, they were the upcoming heroes who were eventually gonna be the new Justice League. That makes them sound like rich kids ‘heirs to huge empires’ club. Whatever.

Jon’s mind was distracted. Will she date him? She was very pretty smart, and he was pretty sure many heroes would try to ask her out. Not that he owned her, but he really really wanted to date her. He tried to ease his mind as he heard Lady Miracle’s gasp as she first saw the cave.

And the days flew by.

Surprisingly, Lady Miracle, fit right in with Red Robin and Superboy. They were all around the same age group. She and Red Robin, specially bonded over coming up with ridiculous ideas during battles. It didn’t help that her superpower only spurred them on. Stupid polka-doted stuff that made everything more risky. They would come up with ridiculous angles and what not to take down simple villains! Too bad, he loves them. He did, because those mini-heart attacks were never easy on the kryptonian.

I won’t bore you with the fluffy details. This story isn’t about that. The story isn’t about the happily ever after. It’s about what comes after the happily ever after.

So let’s turn up the speed of the story.

Lady Miracle and Red Robin went on a couple of dates, but they decided they were better off as friends. Sometimes, when people have too much in common, it doesn’t fit right. After that Kon finally picked up the courage to ask her out, and it was a whirlwind from there. Happy days, passionate nights (or days, depending on their mood). Meeting the parents. Well Connor’s parents. Lady Miracle’s parents, as she told them, didn’t believe her, and they had a fall out. Something personal she said and they dropped it. Meeting Martha and Jonathan. Meeting Jon. Meeting Lex, Clark and Lois. Her revealing her identity. Her story. Kon getting down on one knee. Both of them, laughing in their wedding pictures. Marinette with their baby boy in her arms. Jon and Tim’s awed faces as they finally held baby Andrew. Tim crying as Kon and Marinette asked him to be the Godfather. It all flew by in a whirlwind.

Their are happily ever after.

Wise men say that there is a definite point, a decision that turns one fates’ around.

And to understand that point, you need to look at the line before and after it.

So, let’s start at normal speed. A few hours before they are happily ever after ended.

[eightsisterofmatariki]

Shazam!

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

!! TW: child abuse !!

Billys P.O.V

I walked home and sighed in relief that the guy who owned the house was asleep, he was supposed to be my new dad and he was failing, hell even ignoring the abuse I didn't even know his name! I sat in my 'bedroom' and sighed. I wanted to run away, forget this place, welcome the streets.

And it's not like the guy upstairs would even notice until he missed a child support payment, but once CPS was alerted I was screwed. I doubt I could run form CPS for long as Billy and Captain Marvel would have no means of making money, at least as Billy I could beg which got me the food I needed. And here, when I was lucky, I could sneak a microwaveable meal, they weren't that bad raw, really.

Okay, that sounded pathetic even in my head. But another -more solid- reason was that the basement didn't freeze, even in winters, even if I was stuck awake I wasn't going to die from the cold, and most of the year it stayed warm enough that the abuse wounds healed by the time I went on patrol. Even ignoring what abuse wounds would do to my public image, I don't think I could deal with two sets of injuries. I was sure heartless muggers could and would replace a nameless drunk.

I sat down in my bed and my stomach rumbled, I ignored it, it was stupid that I was hungry. I could survive of meals from begging, the watchtower, and if desperate the cupboard. I snuggled into my jumper, pretending that there was someone in it, someone who cared enough to lie still of me; and if I cried myself to sleep that night, well that was none of your business.

I woke up with a sigh and as I sat up Phantom appeared "Why are you here?" I asked, Phantom held out a meal, a warm meal which varied from ration bars

"You can't check if it's poisoned." Phantom offered gentely, I took the food and ate it happily without checking. I was sure Phantom could've killed me by now, poison would be a waste. "I promise I'm here to help." Phantom said

"Why?" I asked suspiciously, something broke in Phantoms eyes

"Superheros- esspecially minors, often value their jobs above their own well being; and while I can't say that's bad even more hours for begging could change your life from what I've seen. I've never been in a situation like this but I know that presure and limited time can have effects, I just want to help." Phantom exlained, I hesiatated and Phantom opened up his... soul? Emotions? Mind? What ever it was it radiated safetruthcareprotect worriedconcernrelate helpnurtureteach protectsafe childghostlingbaby

"Okay," reliefhappydetermine "But nothing too big, I don't want to owe you or anything."

"Don't worry, I'm not a rope into deals kinda guy." Phantom said "I'll get you some food and heal what inguries I can." Phantom explained,

"If you're not lying... thanks." I said.

That afternoon I walked downstairs and found another meal, I ate it slowly and savoured the taste of actual warm food, I slept with a full stomach for the first time in a while that night. Next morning I woke up to the smell of another meal and relaxed when I realised it wasn't a dream!

-

A few weeks later when I walked downstairs Phantom was sitting there, "Uhh, hi." I said, he handed me a plate of food and I started eating,

"I looked you up, you have wisdom of soloumon-" I winced at how bad his pronunciation was "-or something. Does it apply to homework? For example can you know which one is the right answer on a multichoice math quiz?" Phantom asked while glaring at a book, I laughed

"I don't think so, I'm not going to be much help with math considering I dropped out before primary even ended." I mentioned, Phantom gave a long suffering sigh

"You know how to spell right? All my friends are busy and Clockwork's dealing with all the knots your speedsters keep making in time and Frighty and Pandora keep saying my grammars incorrect and suggesting words like 'twas' and 'shall' and stuff that belongs in a medieval movie!" Phantom complained, I made a mental note to look into Clockwork and tell Flash that he was pissing off someone powerful enough to have at least some control over time and know the ghost king.

"I can spell, just not really big words." I confirmed, Phantom gestured for me to sit next to him

"Great, you're helping me with my english homework." Phantom informed me

"You have to do english homework?" I asked in shock

"Yeah, I kind of want to strangle the guy who said that death is like sleep right now. Mr Lancer is relentless, oh and he doesn't know I'm dead yet." Phantom mentioned, I choked on the mouthful I was trying to swallow

"What?" I asked, Phantom gave me a small smirk

"What summoning book about me did you read? I'm a halfa, half human, half ghost," rings of light wrapped around him and showed me a very human looking teenager, almost 20, black hair that no longer defied gravity, teeth that have sharp canines but to a convincibly human level, freckles that were the same shapes as constellations but didn't glow, blue eyes that flashed green when the lights hit them just right, pink blush instead of green, a tan skin tone instead of a deathly pale, white and red socks, and a normal jumper and jeans with silver stars embroidered onto them. "I still live as Danny Fenton, not in this realm of course." Phantom said

"Wait, Danny Fenton, Danny Phantom... seriously?" I asked

"No ones put it together yet, I mean at the very start I looked pretty much like I do as a human only I glowed, and had green eyes, and white hair, and just happened to be wearing a hazmat suit. But I grew up within... two days I'd say, got a few more ghostly aspects, ghost instincts replacing or clashing with some human ones, and control over my powers. Then at two years of death I went through ghost puberty, Vlad is lucky, he just sped through it all in a hospital bed, I had to grow a mouth full of sharp teeth and deal with my nails turning into claws before I could control that stuff! Oh and get different forms and became way stronger but like, the teeth were really annoying and I accidentally sliced a door handle off when walking into class." Phantom ranted, I giggled

"That's gotta be hard to keep your secret identity." I said

"You'd be surprised what people are willing to overlook if you play it right." Phantom said, he waved his hand and a small portal appeared "Can you keep a secret?" Phantom asked

"Have you seen my secret identity?" I retorted, the portal cleared into an image of a guy with glasses opening a door and accidentally shattering the handle, another scene where the same guy pulled a different door off it's hinges, and accidentally lifted a weight which was definitely heavyer than most weightlifters could. "Is that... Superman?" I asked and I moved closer and sat down to watch

"Also known as Clark Kent, I'm the Ancient -which are... ghost gods? Kinda- of Space, Protection, and Heros. I have all of their moments." Phantom said happily, he pulled up a portal of some guy with spiderwebs in red and blue spandex swinging straight into a building, then a lamppost, then stopping while being chased by a giant man in a rhino suit to pet a cat. Then another portal of (IS THAT BATMAN!?) setting a pan on fire while trying to cook something, then deciding he could totally do that obstacle corse in high heels, then piercing his ear with a medical needle. I laughed as the scene changed and Flash ran into several walls, then managed to be late for work 3 times.

As I moved my hand up to cover my mouth it moved Phantoms bag and a few school books fell out, he sighed and closed the portal "Okay, okay, we're writing a novel on Frankenstein, how do we start this?" Phantom asked while clicking a pen

"Uhh, introduction, three paragraphs, conclusion. It should be TEXT, Topic sentence, Example, eXplanation, and then Tie back, you can swap the e's." I explained,

"Okay, uh, what about..."

-

The next morning I woke up leaning on Phantoms shoulder and curled into his hoodie, I sat up slightly and Phantom woke up

"Morning." Phantom said as he got up and stretched, turning back into the king he opened a portal "I'll get breakfast, take aways or cereal? The cereal might be slightly contaminated but it never really died so it won't come back to life."

"Your food comes back to life?" I asked

"That's not normal? I'll uh, get you a pastry and a smoothie." Phantom said, "I thought everyone's hotdogs unionised?" I heard him mutter as he stepped through the portal

[tarklesbehindthescenes]

Because this Anon was so patient as I dealt with real life garbage, I have decided to make this a two-in-one special. Have a quick piece of artwork to go with the fic.

Continuity: Robots in Disguise 2001

Ship: Hot Shot/Crosswise

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Yawning and stretching his arms above his head, Hot Shot strolled through the base, doing his usual nightly rounds before getting some much deserved rest. The halls were silent and dark, illuminated only by the small lights tracing the edges of the floor. The type of environment Hot Shot found cozy at the end of each day. Double-checking his work so far, he ran a list of what he’d done in his head. Simulation room; cleared and powered down. Armory; locked. Entrance; bolted and armed. Lab—

The Spy Changer leader came to a stop in the doorway, light leaking out to the hall from a small desk lamp within. And seated at the desk with the running light was Crosswise, hunched over a datapad with a light pen furiously scribbling away at the interactive surface. “Figures you’d still be here,” Hot Shot commented, startling Crosswise but good and giving the leader a decent chuckle. “Easy there, speedster! Don’t want to go slipping between gears, do you?” he joked as he strode in to stand beside his partner.

Crosswise gave him a wry, “Ha,” in response, shooting the leader a weary glance before turning back to his datapad.

The black-and-white mech set a hand down on Crosswise’s desk to casually lean against it, and peered down at the scribblings on the datapad. “Any luck on the Spark Engine business?” he chatted. “Looks like you’ve gotten more written down than you did last time.”

“Some,” the red-and-teal bot sighed, “but not much. Just when I think I’ve discovered a pattern to them, they go and give me flat results. I’m about ready to rip out my cogs here.”

“Do we really need them to do anything more than they already are?” the lead Spy Changer inquired. “Nifty as the upgrades would be, the Spark Engines give us power boosts aplenty. We do well with what we’ve got.”

“Sure, until the next threat rises,” Crosswise countered, making a few small notes beside a written result. “Are we really going to settle for ‘good enough’ when there are countless threats that are bigger and badder than we are? Take Optimus Prime, for example. We already thought he was strong with his Super Mode. But then he got even stronger with Ultra Magnus. And even stronger with the power of the Matrix! We’re cheap toys in comparison! What are we supposed to do if an enemy fells our leader? We’d be useless!”

Hot Shot motioned with the hand he wasn’t leaning on for his partner to calm down. “Alright, alright. I concede, you’ve got a point,” he soothed, gently placing his hand on Crosswise’s shoulder and giving it a tender squeeze. Certainly, they could all stand to be better. But there was plenty of time ahead of them to unlock their true potential. “Come on. Leave it for tomorrow and let’s get you some rest.”

“But I’m in the zone,” his partner refused obstinately. “Besides, I’m not ready to power down yet.”

For as much as Hot Shot appreciated the gung-ho work ethic Crosswise had, it really did have a tendency to get in the way. “You can be in the zone tomorrow,” the black-and-white mech pressed. “Come on. At least join me for some late night oil before I turn in. We haven’t had a moment to ourselves all day.”

Crosswise’s movements finally slowed to a stop as he thought for a couple seconds. And then he set the light pen down and got to his feet, turning to face his partner. “Alright. I guess a small break can’t hurt,” he relented.

Beneath his mask and visor, Hot Shot smiled as he straightened up, shifting his hand to offer it to Crosswise and closing his digits around his partner’s hand when he accepted it. Together, the two strode out of the lab and walked side-by-side with each other through the still halls, toward the mess hall for a snack before the Spy Changer leader called it a night.

“Everything’s all locked up and secure?” Crosswise checked.

“You’re free to double-check my work,” his partner replied casually, “but I took care of everything.”

“No, I trust you. You always make sure it gets done.”

“It’s my job to keep everyone’s safety in mind, and I take that seriously,” Hot Shot reminded. The Predacons may not have been the most competent bunch, but there was a reason why the Autobots were struggling to subdue them. As such, forgetting to bolt a lock could spell disaster, and he wasn’t about to let that happen.

“Ah, so we can’t half-aft locking up, but we can half-aft our modifications?” Crosswise prodded.

The Spy Changer leader frowned underneath his mask. “I already conceded your point. What more do you want from me?”

“Nothing. Just wanted to rub it in your face a bit,” his partner admitted with a smirk in his optics.

The two entered the mess hall and headed for the fuel containers, grabbing themselves what they wanted before taking a seat at one of the tables within the room. With the aid of straws, the pair silently sipped away at the oil through their fuel intakes for a minute, and as they did Hot Shot’s mind began to wander. Of course Crosswise had been in the lab again, and while he wasn’t surprised and had tried to keep the mood light, it actually bugged him that his partner hadn’t caught on to his subtle attempts to persuade him away from it. So he’d have to try a more direct approach. After another sip, he paused to break the silence.

“You know, much as I respect your dedication to figuring the Spark Engines out, I do wish you’d take a few more breaks,” he started.

The red-and-teal mech lightly furrowed his optic ridges and pulled away from his straw. “Where’s this coming from?”

“I can’t speak for today because I haven’t checked the cams yet, but yesterday you were in the lab for eight hours and only got four hours rest. The day before that, you were in the lab for ten hours and only got three hours rest,” Hot Shot reported with a concerned tone. “You’ve been pulling these type of hours for the better part of a week now.”

“I just don’t need that much rest, Hot Shot,” Crosswise tried to defend.

“Except that you do and this is only a recent development,” the black-and-white mech pointed out. They had been together long enough that he had memorized quite a few of Crosswise’s routines, and since acquiring the Spark Engines, he’d broken the nightly one in favor of his research. With a gentle hand, he extended it toward his partner and placed it palm up on the table surface in offering. “I’m not saying that you need to quit the research. Obviously it’s important. I’m just asking you to please give yourself a bit more time to rest. I don’t want to see you fry your processor through overworking yourself.”

The mech beside him dropped his gaze to the offered hand sitting on the table surface between them, the look in his optics telling Hot Shot that he was giving his companion’s words careful consideration, despite his initial desire to ignore them. After a few seconds, he took Hot Shot’s hand, but remained silent, still debating. It would take him some time to weigh the pros and cons of both their perspectives. The Spy Changer knew full well that Crosswise wasn’t the type that would concede unless he saw the inefficiency and damage of what he was doing for himself.

And so the two of them went back to sipping at their oil in near dead silence, the only sounds able to be heard were the ones of the appliances within the room and their sipping. It wasn’t until they had both finished their portions that Crosswise finally spoke. “Alright,” he submitted softly, turning his head to peer at his partner seriously. “I see what you mean. I’ll tone down the research intensity.”

Hot Shot relaxed his posture with relief, then leaned over to tenderly rest his forehead against his companion’s. “Thank you, Crosswise.”

The red-and-teal mech lowered his head slightly to return the affectionate gesture and gave him a small nuzzle for good measure. “I’m going to wrap up what I was doing, then I’ll join you in the charging room.”

“I’ll wait up for you,” Hot Shot promised, giving his companion’s hand a small squeeze before letting go as they got up and left the mess hall, the two parting briefly to wrap up what they had been doing before turning in for the night. Hot Shot would readily admit, he was rather looking forward to the chance to slip into recharge side-by-side with Crosswise again. He had missed the routine quite a bit when the red-and-teal mech had changed his focus to the Spark Engines. Take that, technology! Crosswise still preferred Hot Shot overall!

The Spy Changer leader raised a hand to rest against his forehead in a gentle facepalm, embarrassed that his thoughts went in that direction. Like it was ever a competition.

[echantedtoon]

Royal Woes

Sonic x Sally Acorn

".......Sonic?" A soft voice called out before a chipmunk stuck her head through the door. The blue hedgehog didn't answer. He sat on their bed, doing nothing but staring at the crown in his hands. A symbol of his new title away from being a famous hero and blue speedster. When he still didn't answer, she stepped into the room. Closing the door behind her before going over to the bed. She sat next to him and gently placed a hand on his shoulder. "Sonic. I can tell if something's wrong with you. We've been together for too long." Green ryes looked at her."........How did you know I was here?" "Bunnie told me she saw you come this way. Now....What's wrong?" He sighed befoe reaching up a hand to run over the quills on his head. "I don't know, Sal. It's just....Uh. This whole King thing has been really overwhelming lately." "Really? Like how?" "All these decisions. Taxes. Laws that make no sense. Sal. I went to visit Tails today and some meat-for-brains guard nearly beat him to a pulp because he happened to hug me dive bomb style. He now has two black eyes and bruises all over. How am I supposed to explain that to his parents?" She silently listened. "And now I get no privacy or any slack from those councilmen. If I go visit my family, I'm followed. If I talk to one of my gal pals. Like Rouge or Vanilla. Everyone makes a big deal about it because those girls aren't you or related to me. If I go for one five minute run, everyone wonders where I go. I can't even go for one minute without being watched, or judged or suspected of something I didn't even do. And It's stressing me out!!" He reached up both hands to grip his head and the crown fell to the floor with a metallic clatter. She looked at him surprised. This was going on? How did she not notice? "I don't know how much longer I can put up with this, Sal. I'm starting to think I might have to step down as King or something. I can't be stressed out so much. If I can't handle being King......then I have no business being King or deserve to be." "......." She furrowed her brows before picking up the crown off the floor and holding it to his face. "Do you see this? Do you know what it stands for?" "Uh....." He looked between her and the crown confused. "A King?" "Yes. And do you know what qualities makes a king deserving enough to wear this?" "......." "Nobility. A selfless, good heart. The wanting to help others and keep them safe. Being someone to rely on when trouble starts. Being someone to be able to love. Funny." She reached up to place it back on his head at the last word. "You have all those qualities and more." ".........And being handsome?~" She giggled. "That's not really a need-to-have, but it doesn't hurt." She playfully nudged him, which he smiled at. "The point is....You are a good person. And a good person is more than derserving to be king." "......You know what, Sal? You're right! I guess it was just the stress talking." She patted his shoulder before reaching to quickly peck his lips. "I'm glad you feel that way. O' King of Speed.~" "I do. Queen of my heart.~" She smiled before getting up and walking to the door. "Hey! Where are you going?" "I have some councilmen and guards that are just begging for me to talk too." "Yeesh. Well.....good luck." "Oh. They'll need it."

[anawrites3]

For the "Stony to Bakudeku anon" (as you called yourself haha) I loved your second prompt but after playing with it a bit I realized that I have no idea what to do with it next so. Have this and I'll answer your ask properly tomorrow 😂💕

The anon asked for: "Age reverse SlaDick. Like Older!Dick is hanging out with Older!Wally and young!Slade very aggressive with his courting of Dick" but in this take I mostly just wrote about Dick and Wally (acting like old ladies)

The cafe they were sitting in was full of life at this hour. People were coming in and out all the time, making the bell by the door ring almost without a stop. It was a wonder it hadn't fallen off yet. The sound wasn't annoying, in fact you could barely hear it over other noises like the constant hushed chatter and the hum of freshly brewed coffee. Not to mention all the delicious smells.

Dick missed this - back when they were teenagers they hung out almost all the time, going to this exact cafe to drink coffee and eat most of the pastries. Now, too busy with their everyday life, they barely had time to see each other even for just a few minutes of talk.

"I miss being young." Wally whined into his cup of hot chocolate, mirroring Dick's thoughts exactly. He was looking at some teenagers, talking loudly at one of the tables in the corner. "Hey, remember that one time we bought every single cupcake they had? Every single one. It was great."

Dick laughed loudly at the memory. Bruce wasn't very happy with that one. The staff didn't even want to sell them everything they had, right until Dick flashed Bruce's credit card and gave them his best Rickie smile.

"It was stupid." He cackled. "Bruce grounded me for months and we didn't even manage to eat everything we bought."

"I still think Donna ate more than me." Dick thought so too. And Wally was a speedster. "That woman gets crazy when she smells chocolate."

"Roy is still traumatized by that." He sipped a bit of his coffee. "Can you imagine our kids doing something like that?"

Wally shuddered. "Hell no. We don't have that kind of money so I'd really appreciate them not trying to buy half the cafe's stock."

"But if you had the money."

"... Seriously? Have you met my kids?"

Dick laughed again, throwing his head back. Yeah, Iris and Jai wouldn't even hesitate before buying all the sweets in the world if they only had enough money. You'd think they grew out of it already, being almost twenty now but nope, they're still going strong.

"I like to think Jade wouldn't do the same stupid things I did but I know better." He said, making Wally chuckle. "That boy is way too spoiled by everyone around him."

"Well, he did grew up on both Alfred's and Jason's cookies so I really can't blame hi-"

The bouquet of roses got slammed on their table with so much force that a few petals fell off.

Dick looked up to see a young man with short blond hair and hard blue eyes. His mouth was twisted in a displeased frown and his arms very crossed over his chest.

Dick sighed, "Slade."