#clark just wants to see bruce wearing his clothes

[superbat-love]

The Watchtower was unusually festive for a weekday. The halls were strung with fairy lights, and garlands looped over every available surface. Justice League members milled about in varying degrees of questionable taste in Christmas-themed winter wear.

Clark strolled into the common area, adjusting the snug Flash-themed sweater he’d been “convinced” to wear. The sweater fit a little too tightly, clinging in ways that even Superman found a bit embarrassing, but he wore it with a good-natured smile. Flash, dressed in a Green Lantern sweater, gave him a thumbs up.

Batman sat stiffly at the corner table with his tablet, looking like the pinnacle of unfortunate holiday fashion. He wore an oversized, garishly ugly Aquaman sweater paired with Wonder Woman-themed gloves and Green Lantern socks that peeked out from under his usual black boots.

Clark barely managed to suppress a grin. “Nice outfit.”

“I was wearing my usual outfit,” Bruce deadpanned. “This... ensemble was forced on me.”

Diana breezed by in a bat-themed sweater, shooting him a smug smile. “You were brooding in the dark, again. We decided you needed to join the festivities.”

Bruce glared at her retreating back but didn’t argue.

Clark sat across from him. “You look a little cold,” Clark noted casually.

“I’m fine,” Bruce replied curtly.

Before Bruce could protest, Clark had fashioned his flowing red cape into a scarf, draping it around Bruce’s shoulders. “There,” Clark said, stepping back to admire his handiwork. “Warm and dignified.”

Bruce looked down at the scarf, then back up at Clark. “This clashes with the sweater.”

“Maybe,” Clark admitted, his smile soft, “but it suits you.”

Bruce didn’t respond, but Clark could swear he saw the faintest hint of a smirk beneath the cowl as Bruce returned to his tablet. The Superman crest rested snugly over his heart.

[aroace-madness]

Comfortable

Captain Marvel was a wonderful guy, friendly, caring, loyal to a fault and always cheery

Everyone loved him or at least respected him

The Justice League especially

So it's not a surprise when the Captain hasn't answered their calls and messages for a few days, they decided to visit him in his home city, Fawcett

Fawcett is a nice city, weird as hell and concerning at times but it had its own beauty

So in all honestly no one was shocked when a big piece of metal came hurling at the league the very second they stepped a foot in the borders of the city

Clark didn't have a chance to take off the ground before a woman in a silver helmet caught it, beside the helmet from which they could see her long Brown hair, she wore a red shirt, a blue belt, and gloves boots and a yellow bottom of a bodysuit that showed off her legs

She putted the piece of metal down on the ground and landed in front of them

“Hello, I’m Bulletgirl” the woman- Bulletgirl extended her hand for a handshake and Diana, who was the closest to her, accepted it

“Nice to meet another sister in arms, I’m Wonder Woman and this” she gestured at her friends “is the Justice League”

“Oh the Justice League, we heard so much about you” Bulletgirl smiled brightly “it's so nice to finally meet you properly, I apologise for the welcome you got but we’ve been having a bit of a problem for the last few day”

“Which includes flying pieces of metal?” Barry cocked his eyebrow, not that she could see

Bulletgirl didn't say anything, just pointed behind her

There was a gigantic robot walking through the city, it seemed to try and swat away whatever was flying around it, probably Captain

“Yeesh” that was Hal

“Yeah, Dr Sivanna started wreaking havoc in that robot a few days ago and we're trying to get him out without damaging the city and hurting people” Bulletgirl rubbed the back of her neck “we’re herding him to a less populated area and evacuating people from there to lessen the risks of anything happening”

Before anyone from the league could say anything, red blurr hitted the ground in front of them

“Ugh” the blur turned out the be a man

“Hi sweetheart” Bulletgirl waved at the man who was apparently her love “i see your ‘i can handle it’ is doing well”

“Oh yeah kick the lying one” the man managed to sit up with a grunt, he was wearing the same helmet as Bulletgirl

“I have the honor to introducing my dunce of a husband Bulletman” the woman said as she helped her husband stand up, his costume was very similar to his wifes, the only difference really were pants and a lack of gloves

“Nice to meet you” he turned to Bulletgirl “Do you have to call me that?” Bulletman grimaced a which made his wife laugh and kiss his cheek

“Now don't be dramatic dear i've called you far worse”

“True” Bulletman shrugged and dusted his clothes off “so, you're the infamous Justice League we’ve been hearing so much about”

“That's us” Clark smiled

“You do look like a bunch of well meaning people, even that shadow guy over there” he pointed at Bruce “dressed in black, cowl, long cape, gloomy demeanor, you must be Batman”

Batman just grunted in acknowledgament

“How are things going back there?” Bulletgirl asked her husband

“Oh, Voltage and Mary are evacuating people from a neighbourhood that Captain, Mr Scarlet and Ibis are herding Sivanna to”

“That's good” She patted his shoulder and turned back to the Justice League “so what brings you to Fawcett anyways?”

“Oh” Barry perked up “we wanted to see how Cap is doing since he hasn't been answering his comms for the past few days but we see why”

“Yeah” there was a silence for a moment “sooooo, do you guys want to help us out with that?”

Everyone agreed

Clark flew over to where the machine was and created a makeshift corridor from ice

Hal started herding the robot with his projections alongside Captain Marvel who waved at him and a man in a red turban

Shayera, Bulletgirl and Bulletman were flying around the robots head to try and confuse Sivana and IT seemed to work

Sivanas machine was slowly stepped towards a big, circular housing estate while Barry was quickly evacuating the last of civilians from the dangered area

When he was finally in a right position, Diana wrapped her lasso around the robots legs, Bruce did the same with his grappling hook

Shayera, Hal and Bullegirl started pushing at the shoulders of the robot while Captain Marvel and Bulletman were pulling them

The robot lost its footing and started to lose its balance. Clark made a giant ice wall to cushion the fall

The machines upper body fell on the ice and shattered it to about a half of it's height before stopping (Barry made sure to catch and put away the pieces of ice, before any of them landed on any building)

Bulletgirl opened the hatch of the machines head and took Sivana out, holding him by the scruff of his kilt while he was kicking and screaming, flailing his arms around

“I’ll take him to the police, Mister Scarlet is already with them making sure that there aren't any any injured or god forbid casualties” Bulletgirl said as she flew away from Sivana in her hand

The rest of the two groups gathered on the ground by the robot

“That was awesome guys” Barry smiled as he joined the group

“It sure was” Bulletman nodded his hand and putted his hands on his hips, seconds before he got tackled and putted in a one arm headlock by Marvel

“You guys were great!” Captain smiled in his typical fashion as he held the Bulletman

The man didn't seem too bothered by his current situation

“Do you have to do that every time?” The man in a red turban asked, tilting his head a bit

“You know I do, Ibis” Marvel grinned at the man, Ibis apparently “you guys were great too” Captain directed his attention to them, completely shifting his attitude

Before any of the League members could say anything else they got interrupted by two blurs, red and blue, flying straight into the Captain

The man didn't budge and just caught the two into his other arm

The red blur was a girl, looked almost identical to Captain, Mary Marvel

The blue blur was a guy, Voltage

Captain didn't say anything, just dropped them as they kept laughing and cheering

“Alright Cap, I think it's time for you to let go of Bulletman” Mr Scarlet said, leaning a bit on Ibis

Marvel sticked his tongue out at Mr Scarlet and eased his arm, letting the other man slip out of his grasp

Bulletman took advantage of his freedom and slapped Captain in the arm. Captain was about to slap back when Bulletgirl landed next to them

“Alright, Sivana is taken care of” she dusted her hands off and looked at the mess

“Yeah this is going to be a bitch to clean up” Ibis sighed

“Yeah, how about you guys start and I’ll escort our guests” Bulletgirl smiled

“Yeah yeah, you do you” Voltage rolled his eyes as he was already starting the clean-up

Bulletgirl motioned to the league to follow her, and they did

“Did Captain Marvel seem, different to you guys?” Clark his friends in a shushed voice as they walked trough the streets of the city

“He did seem much more relaxed around the other guys” Barry rubbed his chin

“He also called them by their names, without all these “Misses” and “Misters” he always uses when addressing one of us” Shayera pointed out

“Hmm” Bruce hummed, thinking

They arrived at the city borders and stopped in front of Bulletgirl

“It was really nice meeting all of you and thank you for your help” she smiled at them brightly

“It was nice meeting you and your friends too” Clark smiled back

“Uhh” Hal interjected “I got a question, you see, Captain Marvel seemed much more relaxed around you guys, how did you get him to let loose?”

Bulletgirl stared at Hal for a few moments

“Is he overly polite with you, is always respectful and seems like he would rather die than be mean to any of you?”

The League was left dumbfounded for a few seconds

“Uhh yeah” Barry nodded “how did you know?”

“Because he was the exact same way with us when he started out as a hero of Fawcett” Bulletgirl explained

“There is no way that's true” Hal shook his head

“Oh but it is, it took him about five years to finally let loose, you gotta give him some time. How long has he worked with you?”

“About a year and a half now” Diana answered

“Oh yeah, it’s much too soon for him” Bulletgirl laughed

“Maybe he does need time to get comfortable” Diana rubbed the back of her neck “how long have you been working together”

“Oh we’ve been fighting together since 1960”

“1960!?” Barrys eyes bulged out, same as the rest of the League really

“What do you mean 1960?” Clark asked in shock, he wasn't even on earth in 1960, he doubted that he was even in plans during that time

“Not to sound rude or anything but how old are you?” Hal asked

“Oh i’m 35” she answered, as if she’s not frying the justice leagues brains

“Wait, wait, wait” Shayera shook her head “ if you've been working with Cap since 1960, then how are you still 35?”

“That's because of the Suspendium” Bulletgirl said as if it explained anything. She must have noticed their confusion since she started talking again “Dr Sivana used a chemical he created, Suspendium, to trap Captain Marvel, Mary Marvel and Voltage in a force Field that would keep them suspended animation, something went wrong and instead of just capturing the three, the entire city got surrounded by the time bubble, as we call it, with Sivana in it. Captain managed to pop the bubble two years ago”

“Two years ago was when there were first sighting of Captain Marvel” Bruce pointed out

“Yes, the second the bubble popped, Captain started flying around the world”

“Wait” Clark shook his head “how come we never heard of something like that ever happening?”

“Oh” Bulletgirl rubbed the back of her neck “apparently everything and everyone that was trapped in the time bubble was completely erased from the maps and history books and only came back when the bubble was popped”

“That doesn't make any sense” Bruce sighed as he rubbed his temples

“Nothing makes sense, bat boy” Bulletgirl shrugged “now, as much as it's nice standing here and talking I really should help with cleaning” She said as she took of from the ground and bid them adieu

“God this is so weird” Barry sighed

“You're telling me?” Clark slumped a bit

“I think it's best if we don't think about it too much” Diana patted her friends shoulders

As they came back to the Watchtower they all agreed not to think too much about the whole Suspendium situation, it would only lead to a headache

They do like Captains friends tho, they seem nice and are good heroes

@puppetwoman17 @shazam-secret-santa

I hope you like it :D

[aealzx]

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It took some time to get Jazz to calm down enough that the others didn’t feel like they might scare her again accidentally. But by that time Alfred had come upstairs to fetch everyone for lunch, so they decided to wait just a little longer before they started looking more into Danny’s condition. Maybe after a good cry and hearty meal Jazz would be more at ease with the investigations. And once Damian was able to convince Jazz to leave the bedroom by having Titus and Ace watch over Danny they were all heading to the dining room.

“You guys didn’t find anything you like?” Tucker asked when he and Sam joined them again with Stephanie and Duke alongside them.

“Got distracted by the dogs,” Danielle claimed, knowing he was wondering why she and Jazz were still wearing the clothes they got from the safehouse. It was only part of the truth, but she didn’t want to dig into the mess that they were still trying to smooth over. Jazz didn’t need more opinions on her behavior to worry over.

“They have dogs?” Tucker asked, looking around in interest.

“Yeah, they’re watching over Danny while we get lunch,” Danielle confirmed, having to pause when they entered the dining room and noticed a few unfamiliar faces.

“Heyyyy, welcome back guys,” Stephanie chimed, cheerfully skipping slightly over to the four newcomers.

“YOU!” Tim accused, pointing his finger at Stephanie, offense saturating his posture. “You were supposed to come with us, and you ditched us! Do you know how annoying it was to pretend like Clark had no idea that I knew that he knew about the kids but I wasn’t going to say anything even if he asked?”

“Uhhhh…. No, because I have no idea what you just said,” Stephanie retorted shamelessly. “Also of course I ditched you. I knew you could handle it and I wanted to see how long everyone could last pretending the kids didn’t know them. They lasted about a minute and a half, if you were wondering.”

Tim seemed about to scold Stephanie more, but then got sidetracked by her announcement of the time it took. “Wow, that fast? What gave everyone away?”

“Jay jay,” Stephanie admitted easily. “Dani picked him out like a red apple in a barrel of grapes.”

“Hey! You’re the one that laughed first, so I say you get the blame,” Jason retorted, already finding a chair to claim for lunch.

“She knew it was you before I laughed,” Stephanie countered.

While they bickered Tim rolled his eyes and followed Cass’ lead in more formally introducing themselves to Jazz and the others. “Hey. Good to see you guys are settling in okay. My name is Tim, and this is Cass,” he greeted, holding a hand out to each of the four.

“The one in the black and red that wasn’t Jason?” Jazz asked, just to clarify.

“And you’re the one that almost dislocated my arm after I kicked you in the ribs when we first met. Nice,” Sam recognized, taking Cass’ offered hand and giving her a mildly amused smile.

It could have been seen as an accusatory comment, but Cass could easily see Sam wasn't feeling malicious about it. So Cass just nodded with a smile, shaking Sam’s hand before pointing at her face. “I like your makeup. Steph’s?”

“Yeah, I asked if I could borrow some since she had the colors I like. I have to say I’m really loving the lip gloss,” Sam confirmed. It was nice to feel more like herself again, having her hair brushed and pulled into an elastic, and face properly decorated.

“It looks good. So you like black and purple, and not just black?” Tim added, noting that Sam was also wearing purple in her clothes.

“As long as it’s dark enough,” Sam confirmed.

“Okay, so are we just supposed to keep pretending we don’t know about them, or are you going to introduce us?” The question came from one of the others who had returned with Cass and Tim, leaning in towards Dick after having conversed with him shortly and whispering loudly.

Dick just snickered, but Bruce was the one that responded first. “You two weren’t supposed to be here until this evening,” he chided, giving the two of them a stern stare.

“Ehhhhh, afternoon, evening, it’s only a few hours apart,” the blonde visitor dismissed, shrugging. “We figured we'd just follow the family home. Besides, this way we can get a headstart on what you wanted us for.”

“And we get some of Alfred’s cooking,” his companion chimed in, snatching a small sandwich from the platter.

“Iiii knew that’s why you followed Tim home,” Dick grinned, folding his arms and shaking his head at his friend. “Wally, this is Jazz, Sam, Tucker, and Dani with an I,” he finally gave in, gesturing to each of the guests in turn. “Guys this is my friend, Wally, and his mentor Barry.”

“Nice to meet you,” Barry greeted, offering his hand.

“Finally,” Wally chimed in, the sandwich already gone.

“Yeaah figures you already knew. Stalker,” Tim jabbed at Wally, earning a snort from Danielle.

“Stalker? What earned you that nickname?” Danielle asked, knowing there was a story behind it if they were still friends despite the accusation.

“Wally gets bored, so checks in on all of his friends throughout the day,” Dick explained, starting to usher everyone to join the others at the lunch table.

“Only because my friends like to get shot at, stabbed, thrown off buildings, and engage in various other activities that are generally detrimental to their health,” Wally counters, flicking the bandage on Dick’s head. “Seriously. I just checked on you this morning and then you went and got attacked by Slade.”

“Should have been on time instead of early then,” Dick brushed off, “We handled it.”

“Well, as far as the Justice League is concerned, you did. But I’m betting she helped,” Wally snickered, pointing at Danielle.

“You bet I did,” Danielle confirmed proudly while dishing up her plate with way more food than the others.

“Aw, you have a new sidekick, Dick,” Wally snickered, then noticed just how much food Danielle had. “Hey wait- She’s not another speedster is she? You’re not replacing me are you?”

The accusation caused Dick to snort, shoving his hand in Wally’s face. “As if,” he declined with a huff. “She’s not a speedster. Just eats a lot.”

“Bet I could eat more than you,” Danielle challenged, not fully knowing what she was getting into.

Wally belted a laugh at the response, but didn’t immediately turn her down. “HA! I doubt it, but it’s been a while since someone tried. You’re on!” he accepted, even if he wouldn’t actually compete with her. No one else would get any lunch if he ate everything he could after all.

While Dick and Sam shifted away from the two children who started devouring their food as Stephanie started taking pictures, Sam looked over to Barry. “So… why are you here?”

Instead of answering Sam, Barry just passed her question onto Bruce by also looking to the man for an answer. Tim told them to stop by this evening, but he hadn’t told them why.

“Barry works as a forensic chemist. I wanted a second opinion on the analysis I have of ectoplasm,” Bruce responded easily. He wasn’t above using the resources he had, especially when someone’s health was on the line.

“Ectoplasm?” Barry repeated, face scrunching in confusion. “Why would I know anything about that? Shouldn’t you ask someone like John for ghost related stuff?”

“No,” Bruce answered simply, not caring to elaborate while Jazz and the others could overhear, even if Jazz was currently updating Sam and Tucker about the diluted ectoplasm that he had managed to obtain.

It wasn’t much of an answer, but having known Bruce for as long as he did Barry wondered if it was because of reasons better not discussed right then. “Fair enough. Sure, I’ll take a look,” he agreed with a shrug, filing the conversation away for later and returning to the meal.

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The rest of lunch was just another meal at the Wayne Manor. Once everyone had finished eating, with Wally deliberately making the challenge with Dani a slight win on his side, the kids helped Alfred clean up. Bruce was quick to head back upstairs with Leslie, Barry and Jazz, eager to start making more progress on getting Danny taken care of. It ended up being like they had thought, and now that Jazz had had a moment to cry and be comforted, and a good meal in her belly, she was a lot more patient and receptive to their explanations. It helped that Barry could explain the more chemical side of things when Leslie’s medical knowledge wasn’t quite enough. Because of them Jazz was easily able to accept them using a burn cream Bruce had added a plant toxin neutralizer to on Danny’s injury when Leslie changed the bandages and inspected it this time. And, with a little more explanation for why a blood draw was necessary for a metabolic panel to make sure they weren’t giving Danny too much vitamins as well as to help Bruce and Barry isolate a true sample of ectoplasm, Jazz allowed them to fill the vials they needed. Though it did take longer than Leslie was used to considering the ice fueled stasis appeared to be slowing his blood flow as well.

Something they would soon find was a good thing for more than just prolonging any natural deterioration from being in a coma.

“Huh, so this is the substance you’re looking for,” Barry commented, the tiny sample of blood enlarged under the microscope he was gazing into. Even without having seen various forms of contaminated blood and having to pick apart the details before, it was easy to focus on the brightly glowing green substance.

“Yes,” Bruce confirmed. “When the others treated the kids the first time they were able to get dead tissue samples from all of them, but only enough to run DNA tests to try to pinpoint their identities. There was residue of ectoplasm in the samples, but this was all I was able to gather for it based on that,” he recapped, passing the bottle with the remainder of the diluted ectoplasm to Barry when he looked up.

“Makes sense why she said it was like skim milk,” Barry noted, looking at the bottle as well as the microscope images of its substance that Bruce had pulled up on the computer. “I have to admit, I don’t think it’s a chemical. At least not in the sense that I’m used to. It isn’t like anything I’ve seen before- honestly it looks more like the magic saturated fragments I run across sometimes working on League stuff. You sure you don’t want to contact John, or even Zatana about this?”

“Constantine is an exorcist,” Bruce reminded tersely, “Manipulative personality aside, I don’t think bringing a ghost hunter to help with an injured ghost child would be a wise decision, nor make a good impression on the others.” Not to mention he just didn’t want to deal with the magic user if he could help it. “And Zatanna is trying to keep her distance from the Justice League. I’d like to respect that.”

“Good point,” Barry agreed with a wince, refraining from commenting that Bruce was doing surprisingly well about not completely avoiding the supernatural part of this situation.

“Should I contact Raven then?” Damian spoke up from where he’d been silently watching the process. He was curious about how this ectoplasm substance was apparently so different from the Lazarus pit water, but the current conversation had made him think of his friend.

“Raven?” Bruce repeated, prompting Damian to continue.

“She’s an experienced mage, who is also familiar with living and traveling between dimensions, like Zatara. She also has high empathy, and is closer to the others in age. They might be more receptive to her,” Damian responded.

Bruce was silent as he thought about the proposal, but eventually nodded. While Bruce knew Zatanna would help if she found out it was for Danny, someone who was severely injured, he would still respect her need for a break since they had other options.

“Bruce,” Leslie suddenly called over to them as Damian turned to his phone, sounding tense, borderline afraid. “Is that antitoxin you made safe for intravenous injection?” she prompted when Barry and Bruce paused to listen to her.

Instead of answering her immediately, Bruce stole the microscope from Barry and adjusted the dials. It was hard to tell at first, but there was definitely something else unfamiliar in the blood other than the ectoplasm. Something much smaller, but familiar enough to Bruce from his studies of the blood blossom toxin while he was trying to create an antitoxin. “...It hasn’t been tested for that. We shouldn’t risk it with the state he’s in,” Bruce finally answered, pulling back from the microscope with a furrowed brow as he realized what had Leslie so stressed.

“What’s wrong?” Barry asked, taking a peek at the microscope again, but figuring he should just ask to see if they would give him a quick answer.

“The toxin is in Danny’s bloodstream,” Leslie responded, raising her hands to her arms in stressed discomfort. “That topical cream isn’t going to be effective enough.” And they didn’t have an antitoxin they could give Danny either.

“Ohhh, that’s not good,” Barry agreed. So that’s what the bright red substance he’d seen was. “You said this toxin doesn’t exist in our dimension?” he asked, getting a confirming nod and hum from Bruce. “Trying to figure out an antitoxin injection would take way too long then. What other options do we have? Dialysis? If we can’t neutralize it then we should try to strip it out, yeah?”

“Dialysis is for fluids. But…,” Leslie half corrected, but the question did bring up another possibility. She had to take a moment to consider the effects it might have though, speaking up semi hesitantly. “Hemoperfusion could potentially work if we can find which resin the toxin will attach to.”

“Hemoperfusion resin, got it,” Barry nodded, ready to run off and find whatever he could get for them to test. They already had some of Danny’s blood, they could just test it under the microscope to make sure they were using the proper resin. But Bruce reached out to grab his shoulder.

“Hang on Barry. We agreed to talk to Jazz first before we tried anything with Danny. Don’t run off just yet,” Bruce scolded lightly, ignoring the subtly pleased expression Leslie got about him sticking to his promise to keep Jazz included.

“I’m worried about the side effects as well. If he needs ectoplasm then we have to make sure the resin doesn't also filter that out. And it’s common for hemoperfusion to strip out a percentage of platelets, white blood cells, and other components of blood that should stay,” Leslie admitted. There was a reason hemoperfusion wasn’t commonly used.

“We can monitor him closely during and after the treatment. And we can ask Danielle if she’s willing to give some of her blood for a transfusion if he ends up too deficient in anything,” Bruce offered as a potential course of action if the side effects were too much. Low platelets, blood sugar, or the like was better than being poisoned.

“Danielle?” Leslie asked, extremely uncomfortable with asking someone so young for a blood donation when they should have been looking for a compatible adult.

“Danielle is a clone. Obvious differences aside, she and Danny have the closest DNA match we could ever get. Plus her blood is already saturated with ectoplasm, so we won’t risk diluting what he already has,” Bruce responded, though it seemed just mentioning Danielle was a clone was enough for Leslie to understand.

“Very well,” Leslie sighed, accepting the proposed course of action. “Let’s talk with Jazz then.”

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IIiiiii hit this story WAY too hard in the beginning and gave myself a slight burnout X'DDD whoops. And then this part just did not want to make pretty words in my head or on page, so I'm just dumping it like an overcooked potato

Having too many characters in a scene is haaaard yo. Also Wally seems to have an inconsistent appearance, so I hope he looks okay 8'D

I learned that hemoperfusion is a thing that exists because of researching for this X'DD

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[megamindsupremacy]

Clark Pines AU random headcanons

-sometimes Stan and Ford pull the "switch clothes and talk differently to see if anyone can tell the difference" trick to mess with the twins, and they fall for it a solid 35% of the time, but Clark never falls for it because he can hear their hearts and Ford's heart is FUCKED UP due to the gazillion volts of electricity he got during weirdmageddon

-Clark almost didn't go to college to stay and work at the Shack and maybe convince his dad to finally let him help with the portal, but Stan recognized Clark was smart af and didn't want Clark to be held back for his sake. And then Stan had twenty crises in a row when it came time for Clark to actually Go To College

-Clark has to wear (reading) glasses but he doesn't like the feel of them so he usually just carries them around and wears them as infrequently as possible. And then his entire secret identity becomes "put on glasses" so he has to wear them all the time and he's REALLY MAD about it

-Clark was originally going to college for some sort of mechanics/engineering degree, but once he left Gravity Falls, he realized just how weird his hometown is. Like, he was theoretically aware, but the guy lived there his whole life. He left a few times to visit the twins and their parents or for miscellaneous other reasons but he never really lived outside of Gravity Falls for any amount of time. So it kinda hits him how different The Real World (for lack of a better term) is, and he decides to switch to communications/journalism major instead. Also, he was not very good at engineering.

-The Mystery Twins are approximately the same age as Robin!Dick so they become pretty good friends over the years. Mabel has a gigantic insane crush on Dick and Dick has a tiny baby crush on Dipper and everybody is oblivious about everything except for Bruce and Clark, who have to silently suffer together about the situation until everyone gets over it.

-Dipper gets really into magic and spells and stuff as he gets older so he becomes Clark's go-to "there's weird shit happening and it's not the genre I usually deal with" person. It isn't his life's work like with Constantine or Zatanna, so he isn't a JLDark member or anything, but he definitely Knows Some Shit.

-I'm cooking something along the lines of "Mabel becomes the youngest congresswoman ever at age 18" simply because I think it would be funny and because nobody ever acknowledges how that one frozen president technically made Mabel a congresswoman in that one episode.

-You know how Jon Kent is named that after Clark's Canon Dad Jonathan Kent? Clark tries to name his kid "Stan" after his dad and uncle and both Stanley and Stanford are like don't you FUCKING dare, we have enough Stans in this family, please give your son a better name dear god

-When the Young Justice team (yj98, NOT yjtv) forms, there's a running bit where they keep fucking running into either Mabel or Dipper on every other mission, except none of them know they're Superman's cousins so they think these two weirdos are trying to do Evil Stuff when in fact they're just living their lives, and these lives happen to be absolutely insane enough to keep crossing over with teenage superhero shenanigans.

[sisaloofafump]

I can’t get enough of your tiny batblobs with their funky little arms. Do they ever grow GIANT or do they remain itty bitty?

Other examples: 1, 2, 3, 4.

Details & math:

He is most corporeal at the edges and in thinner parts like the ears and fingers. The eyes don't ever disappear but they can dim significantly or glow brightly.

His voice is modulated and doesn't come from a designated source. It is pseudo-telepathic. He can do his "hn"s without that however.

The arms can be as long as he wants to a max of 10 meters (typically sticking to under 1 meter and up to 3 for dramatics). Using a grapple gun mimics the arms and can be visibly interchangeable, but it doesn't actually act as an arm or have dexterous use of fingers.

(don't verify my math I only play-tested 3 scenarios) It's not that he doesn't get any bigger or less stable, he just has to reserve that for life-or-death-of-the-universe situations.

He can take a bunch of different shapes and can stretch out like a ferret if need be. However, there are limits:

Super tall = max width:height ratio of 1:20 (ears included) Super wide = max width:height ratio of 1:5 (ears included)

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The very important human aspect:

The change takes place when he puts the cowl on.

Originally, the cowl was part of his physical suit but after a few years of working as batman it became more metaphysical. Now he only needs to mime putting a cowl on and by the time it's over his eyes, he has already mostly transformed.

This makes emergency changing while in civilian clothes much easier, but doesn't provide the protection from harm or grapple abilities that it does when he's in his suit underneath.

It's the same process to remove it. To do so requires an innate understanding of The Bat being a mask that Bruce wears, rather than an inseparable part of his identity (note: although I do think that Batman is an integral part of Bruce, the sheer cryptid nature of the blob is partially a separate entity). Family and friends can sometimes take it off him as well, but it varies:

Diana: Can remove it easily and see through the mask due to her innate abilities with truth magic

Clark: was the first person to be able to remove it, back when it was still transitioning from a physical to metaphysical object.

Dick: Was the first batkid to be able to but only gained the ability once he was Nightwing and it's still a struggle. Despite that, he does it often when arguing with Bruce

Jason: No matter how much he wants, the more he tries, the more elusive the mask gets

Tim: Could do it all along and does it fairly regularly when needing to talk to Bruce face-to-face. It got harder as he got deeper into being Robin but has gotten easier again over time

Stephanie: Was the first person after Tim to be able to do it and she found out she could early into knowing Batman. It came off so easily but was she so panicked by that fact that she's never done it since

Cassandra: Does it easily but gravely and only reserves it for the most extreme situations

Barbara: Has been able to do it for years but it's hard and avoids any situation that would make her do it

Duke: Could do it the easiest and quickest of all, with no hesitations what so ever. As of yet, he hasn't had the chance

Damian: Has never been able to and resents that fact

(Kate only could in dire situations. Helena and Harper aren't aware that it's something anyone could do, however Helena could trigger it by accident)

That's all my immediate thoughts!

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Arthur Curry x plus size reader

Arthur loves to tease you when you have things to do but you can give it as good as you get

Warnings: nudity, teasing, fluff, implied smut, reader calls Arthur a slut (like we all know he is)

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“Ok so we have dinner with your parents tonight but we’re in charge of drinks and dessert so I was thinking that you could run into town to get a nice bottle of wine while I made a pie. And then oh yummy just so- Arthur!” You looked up from where you had been folding the long overdue laundry only to see your fiancé wander into the bedroom dressed only in a towel that did nothing to hide the way his ‘gift’ swung as he moved. Your thoughts quickly trailed off to a place you had no time to go before you caught yourself.

“What?” He asked but the smirk on his stupid face gave him away. You angrily pointed at him.

“No. This is not happening.” 

Arthur dramatically put his hand on his bare chest like he was offended. “What’s not happening? Dinner? That’s disappointing, I was looking forward to it.” You glared at him.

“Fine, if that’s how we’re playing it.” You sucked your teeth and turned back to the laundry, folding the last remaining shirt and then moving over to the closet. Arthur’s light footfalls followed you, keeping just enough distance to keep you interested. “Tomorrow, I’m meeting up with Lois, and Clark but I really think he just invited himself. He’s got some serious fomo.”

Your fiancé reached around you and plucked up a pair of underwear from his pile as you were putting everything away. You fought the urge to look back at him, knowing that if you did, you would just be giving him what he wanted. You cleared your throat and kept talking. “So you’re welcome to come along if you want, I doubt Clark will want to listen to me and his wife having girl talk.”

There came a muffled thud from behind you, and out of the corner of your eye, you caught sight of his white towel now a heap on the floor. You could vaguely see his naked legs out of your peripheral vision, you were tempted, dear god were you tempted to just look up a couple more inches. Your grip on the now empty laundry basket got tighter. “And um, your mom wanted to go wedding dress shopping this weekend but- fuck.” 

You made the mistake of turning around once you believed it was safe but instead you were met with the glorious view of Arthur’s mostly naked tattooed body, wearing only the tightest, smallest boxers you had ever seen. That bastard knew you were close to breaking.

“Out!” He actually jumped at your outburst. “Go on get! We absolutely cannot be late tonight and I cannot show up to your parents’ house smelling like sex. So go get a bottle of wine, a nice one, and leave me alone until we have to go.” Looking like a kicked puppy, Arthur whined and left the room, shooting you a sad look over his shoulder.

You huffed. “And put on some clothes you slut!”

Arthur had homework, and as pathetic as that sounded, it was resoundingly true. In order to get the Atlantean king more involved in Justice League business, Bruce had given him a stack of files on various villains to read through. Begrudgingly, Arthur had complied, of course with a little motivation from you but Batman didn’t need to know that.

So once a week, he would hole himself up in your little office at the back of the house and study. As soon as the door shut behind him, you set your plan into motion.

Making sure the shower was extra hot, you stepped into the stream of water. You stayed in just long enough to quickly scrub your body in your extra fancy body wash and to make sure you were completely soaked. You grabbed the smallest towel you could find (coincidentally it was the same one Arthur used only three days ago) and wrapped it around yourself as best you could while not completely drying off. Most of your naked body was still visible though, including your entire right side, but it covered just enough that Arthur wouldn’t be suspicious.

The grumbling coming from behind the office door told you all you needed to know. You smothered the smirk on your face behind a concerned expression and quietly entered. His huge figure was hunched over your desk, a large pile of paper in front of him, his unruly hair tied up messily out of his face, exposing the way his nose scrunched in confusion.

“How’s your work going Art?” His shoulders visibly relaxed at the sound of your voice. 

“It’s going,” he responded with a grumble, turning in his seat to face you but froze quickly, “Queenie, what are you wearing?” Playing dumb, you looked down at your scantily covered body, still wet and warm from the shower, then back up to your fiancé.

“Oh I just took a shower, is that a problem?” He furiously shook his head.

“Nope, nada. You take allllll the showers you want lovey.” He looked at you and it seemed like he was about to get up from the desk to attack you but the files caught his eye once more and he deflated. You grinned victoriously. “Except maybe not today,” Arthur winced, “I have a lot of stuff I have to get done.”

“How would me being all wet and steamy be a problem for you my king?” Your voice took on a sultry tone, one you only used in the bedroom and it had an immediate effect on him. His eyes instantly went dark with lust and his fingers curled into a fist.

With a herculean effort, Arthur forced himself to turn away from you and focus back on his work. “This has to get done so can you put on some clothes? I can’t concentrate.” 

“Oh baby, I’m so sorry. Let me get out of your way, I know how important all this is and how you can’t be distracted.” You purred as you walked back to the door, making sure your hips swayed sensually, just the way he liked. “Come find me when you’re done.” And then you dropped the towel.

There was a beat of silence and then.

“Fuck this.” Huge hands were suddenly wrapped around your thick waist and you were spun around, coming face-to-face with the man you had promised to spend your life with. “You are an evil evil woman.” He snarled.

“And yet, I got the King of Atlantis to crack.” You smugly responded.

“Then let me show you what riling up a king gets you.” And Arthur learned that day that you gave as good as you got.

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Ok but Krypton!lives au but clark isn't some jerk alien prince, he is a brat no doubt but he's also just so oblivious to everything. Have some of my headcanons for this:

•I imagine it starting with kal el dropping down on Kansas farm [grown up and shit] being found by the Kents as they patch him up and take him down on the guest room, he wakes up freaks out a bit speaking in kryptonian and just floating around the house being overly careful of everything, ma and pa kent are confused and so is Kal, he tries to communicate with them and they finally find a common ground and after a month clark finally learns the human language.

•zod has managed to exile kal from his home planet, suffice to say kal el is currently heartbroken and looking for help

•Kal just saw some random pair of glasses and thought they were so cool so now he just wears them whenever he's in casual clothes but is in no way trying to hide his identity, people are just that dumb.

•Does not get social cues at all and will unwillingly say the wrong thing at the wrong time, he's just a happy little guy who wants to explore this strange planet and then go home

•he particularly likes rock music despite his personality, he finds hardcore metal music soothing

•he once tried to eat Batman's ears, in his defence they looked edible to him,

•Diana loves to fill in kal with false information about the human race, kal is not stupid enough to belive them but follows them anyways just because he thinks it would be funny

•Bruce has a very subtle crush on him and kal notices this immediately, he's confused as to why Bruce pretends to hate him

•The whole league [escpically bruce] is overprotective of him, lex Luthor doesn't stand a fucking chance

•Kal el has no filter and will call you out with a bright innocent smile and float away moving on with his day

•Kal lives in the watchtower only visiting earth for league business, he rarely works alone

•he floats near the Zeta tubes almost everyday hoping to see bruce and when he's not there he's disappointed

• he refuses to walk, he thinks he's done enough walking for a life time and bruce has to tug on kal's cape to make sure he isn't floating above his seat

•he is way more capable of communicating his emotions in kryptonian then in English, he will switch to kryptonian when he's ranting or angry

•Diana and Barry are the ones who suggest he make a civilian identity, and thus is born reporter clark kent.

•He still visits the Kents here and then bringing them souvenirs from space

•Does not understand when someone is flirting with him but will bring bruce random animals he finds in the wild as gifts because "I heard from Jason you like adopting tiny lonely beings"

•he's still pretty good at hiding his identity somehow and at this point as learned all social cues and slang thanks to lois

•yet he still decides to fuck with the league, he gives batman forehead kisses, he once called green lantern a thot ["does that not mean thoughtful?"] And will very knowingly insult anyone who even looks at his loved ones the wrong way

•while bruce is more open of his protectiveness [and possessiveness] of clark, Clark himself is more subtle and quiet about it, but not forgetting he's still technically a spoiled prince of Krypton cannot share. He snatches bruce and gets pouty whenever bruce is talking or flirting with anybody else

•it takes them five years to get together but it finally happenes and they start dating

•the kryptonians finally find clark and force him to go with them but clark now refuses even if his exile is over.

•unfortunately he really can't leave his planet behind and has to leave [he and bruce have a long sad conversation and clark breaks down]

•A month later bruce is handling another team meeting when Clark finally comes back

•he offically leaves Krypton to his older cousin Kara and moves in with bruce

•his favourite movies are the James bond movies

•The batfam all adore him

•Basically I want a Au of sweet innocent clark that's oblivious to innuendos and shit while bruce suffers in silence and the evolves into clark being a little shit who pretends he doesn't know what he's doing when pulls bruce close and whispers in his ear about smth knowing damm well he's doing things to Bruce.

Also-

Diana: Batman if your done fighting with your boyfriend, we need to leave

Batman: wha- kal is NOT my boyfriend!

Kal: (has only be in earth for a year) I'm not?

Batman: I-

Kal: Am I not your friend?

Batman: no kal I never said-

Kal: am I not a boy?

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Vampire Lovers

Chapter 5

Batman arrives at Jon's apartment that used to be Dick's. He is on the balcony. He notices the door was open and that the lights were off. He enters and turns the lights on to look around for clues. Something catches his attention on the place next to the TV. He gets close and sees a little space where someone could have passed the finger on it to take a little of the dust. Batman realises it must have been Damian. But, Batman knows he can't take the DNA because he knows Damian only uses gloves. So, he continues taking a look around the place. He goes to the kitchen and turns the light on. He walks around it looking for something, but finds nothing. When he was about to go, he noticed something shining on the floor. He gets close and sees that it was a little piece of glass.

- Damian. - Bruce whispers and takes the little glass very carefully with him and leaves to meet Clark. 

Meanwhile with Clark:

Superman arrives at Conner's apartment. He notices that the balcony door was open. He enters and notices that the place was pretty clean, but Clark knows that Ma always reminds Conner to clean his apartment. He looks around the place and finds a notebook on the floor. He takes it and looks at the writing. He doesn't think twice and leaves.

Clark arrived at Jon's rooftop where Batman was waiting for him. He lands on the floor and gets close to him.

- So, did you find something? - Superman asks staring at Bruce, who just opens his hand. Superman doesn't understand and Batman only stares at him as if he was ordering Superman to use his x-ray vision. So, Superman uses it and sees a piece of glass on Batman's hand. He looks at Batman.

- My son probably attacked yours from behind with green kryptonite, making Jon pass out and the glass fall on the floor. But, you? Any luck? - Batman asks with his serious voice. Superman only shakes his head.

- Unfortunately, no. Only a notebook with a writing that it's not Conner's, probably from Tim maybe? - Superman asks and Batman nods his head. Superman sighs. 

-  We need to find them and stop... - Batman stops talking because he feels the presence of someone else. Both Superman and Batman stare at each other. They know they were being spied. When they were about to say something, they get attacked, making both fall on the floor. It was a mini bomb that spread a toxin making superman and batman sleepy.

- Well...well, what do we have here? - Superman and Batman hear a voice coming towards them. Batman recognizes as Damian's. Then, a shadow appears next to Damian. It was Tim.

- Damian? Tim? - Batman asks still sleepy. Both only give dark smirks at him.

- Yeah. Did you like our new looks? - Damian and Tim showed Batman that they weren't using the robin costumes anymore. They were just themselves without mask and both were wearing black clothes and a black leather jacket. Batman only shakes his head.

- You wanted us to find you. You knew we would be here - Batman only says and tries to glare at his 'sons'.

- Wow, I guess we have a winner here! - Tim says sarcastically and gets close to the heroes on the floor.

- Tim? Damian? Where are Jon and Conner? - Superman asks weak on the floor, trying to keep himself awake.

- You mean us? - A voice asks and two new shadows appear. They get close to the fallen heroes. 

- Jon? Conner? - Superman asks confused while he looks at his son and his clone. Both were pale, had red eyes, fangs and were wearing black clothes with a black leather jacket. Batman only looks serious at them.

- Hey, dad! - Jon says with a dark smile making Superman feel a little scared of his own son. Other shadows appear too and get close to them. All of them also had pale skin, red eyes, fangs and were wearing black clothes. 

- Dick, Jason, Barbara, Supergirl, Cassandra, Stephanie, Alfred and Duke? You both turned them into monsters too!- Batman exclaims while he looks pissed at Damian and Tim.

- Of course! What did you expect, old man?! - Damian asks angry at Batman, who only grows at him. Batman tries to get his secret weapon discreetly, but Dick is faster and holds his arm with so much strength that makes Batman wince a little bit. 

- Don't worry, Batman! The transformation only hurts a little bit in the beginning, but then you will see the difference. You will feel so much better. I promise! - Dick says and punches Batman pretty hard that he passes out. Jon gets close to his father on the floor, who was looking at Batman passed out next to him.

- It's okay, dad! Everything is gonna be okay. You won't need to get afraid of kryptonites anymore! - Jon says with a big smile while he walks towards his father. 

- Jon, no. Please! - Superman begs, still pretty weak. Jon only touches his cheek.

- Everything is gonna be okay. I promise! - Jon says and sprays green kryptonite on Superman's face, making the hero pass out on the floor too.

- We almost have our family completed! - Dick says with a smile while he puts his hands on his hips.  The others, except Jason who was staring at a passed out Bruce on the floor, look at Dick confused.

- Almost? - Damian asks curious and Dick only nods his head. When he was about to answer Damian's question,  Jason interrupts.

- Yeah, little demon! Or do you think these two would let their women go? - Jason says and smirks. The others only stare at the fallen heroes on the floor.

'Yes! I can't wait to turn mom into one of us too' - Jon thinks and gives a dark smirk to his passed out father.

[just-a-gamer-daydeamer-girl]

A British Vampire in Italy

Joseph was impatiently tapping his finger on the finely crafted table in the restaurant. His armlets and anklets were bothering him as usual as well as the stupid red gem he had, he was not a jewelry person at all. It’s been a while since he saw his mom, he traveled all the way to Italy to see her but she was held up with some of her disciples or hamon users. He wondered if it had anything to do with those Pillar men he heard about, Uncle Speedwagon was still super shaken about that whole fiasco with Santana. That… thing made all sorts of confusing feelings run though his head when he first saw the weird horned creature…. But if anyone could defeat those things it was Uncle Zeppeli and his mom. But still that didn’t stop his worries. Heck, it feels like someone been watching him this whole time.

Hopefully he can have a good day with his mom even if it gets cut short er…. Shorter…. He really doesn’t want to be alone wandering in Italy… finally the waiter sets down one of his favorite dishes, nero di seppia. Finally something to take his mind off of his worries. He thanked the waiter and dug strait in, not worrying about table manners at all. But then his ears perked up when he heard someone making a comment on the way he was eating. He turned to face the couple that was eating near the wall. The female was dressed up nice for the evening but it was obvious she was a tourist, the man with distinct face marks was dressed like a little kid, seriously, backwards suspenders and a pre tied bow tie. He looked high class but it was obvious to Joseph that he probably didn’t know the first thing about high society. he must have been some kind of scammer praying on women who want some kind of epic Italy romance.

God he even gave her some kind of flashy gem and gave her a cheesy romance line that was so sugar coated it could give someone a cavity. All Joseph could do was gag, he really wanted to do something but he was told to keep a low profile…. So all really he could do was ignore them and continue eating, after awhile it seemed to work, it strangely got silent but Joseph didn’t really notice he was just enjoying his food.

He didn’t even notice that the man was now glaring at him.

Xxxxxxxxxx

Waiting outside on a sunny day is a pain, either Joseph was to way to hot due the scarf-hood plus hat, long sleeve shirt and gloves or to deal with a very nasty sunburn for weeks. Thankfully he managed to squeeze into a shaded alley near where he was supposed to meet mom…. Sure she missed out on their lunch but hopefully they can still go on a bit of a fun shopping spree. At least he could see old friends like, Clark, Peter, Bruce, Robin, Daian and Steve, they were all pigeons but at least they were company, it seems like their little group seems to be growing but Joseph didn’t mind.

Looking out every now and again to try and find those familiar scarf and sunglasses. Although there is that strange feeling of being watched, there was something strange going… then he saw him… the man from the restaurant, he was wearing different clothes and a hat as well but it was still him now making moves on another tourist. Was he following him? Great just what he needed to be stalked by a flamboyant playboy ital- that thought was interrupted as the two made eye contact. His eyes were just so sharp, he couldn’t help but flinch. Yup he is being hunted. The two of them just stared at each other for an uncomfortable long time, barely blinking, the blond hunter now unapologetically starring, knowing he’s been found out, one important question was echoing in Joseph’s head…. Is he a Hamon user?

He seemed to have some bad luck with the special solar power as of late, mostly with Straizo and the church of Dio. He did not want to get into a fight with another one so soon. Still keeping eye contact Joseph begin to walk away from the fountain square and the blonde with the sharp stare. Just get out of there quickly. He gets somewhat far before someone ends up punching him in the face. He ends up staggering backwards, and looks at his assaulter. It was the woman that the blond was talking to earlier, the look in her eyes were that of someone who was hypnotized under hamon’s spell, blondie must be apart of the church then, those damed cultists, thankfully he has delt with this kind of thing before. Using a bit of his strength he is able to restrain the woman and put one of his braces to her forehead, the special metal sucks up the hamon that was in the woman, causing her to go limp.

Then he got hit again, this time with a more familiar burning feeling he knew all to well. It wasn’t fatal thanks to his scarf, turned to see the blond didn’t move, how did they hit him form over there. Joseph didn’t have a lot of time to think as the son of a pasta started charging at him. Joseph could only brace himself as a huge bubble formed out from the hands of the blond. The weird bubble trapped Joseph inside, the surface burning any area touching it even though his clothes.

“Ha! You made a grave mistake ever setting foot on my home country, vampire!”

“Well you made a mistake of thinking I’m just some mindless bloodsucking monster, you cultist!”

He tapped his bracelet on the bubble draining the hamon form it causing it to pop, and in the next moment he ran up an socked that smug basterd in the face, he flew back a few feet away and into the fountain but quickly got back up. Both are now glaring at each other with fury. Joseph removed his of his braces, and bubbles started forming between the cultist’s hands. They then charged at each other.

Joseph threw one of his bracelets, and the cultist. It managed to absorb some of the hamon bubbles that were sent his way, but not all of them, but his scarf protected him from the rest. The ring ended up hitting the Italian man square in the face. Not wasting any time the Joestar rushed towards them do knock them out for good. However because he removed his wrist rings that part of him was more settable to hamon, and an opening, the blond caught his fist in time. Giving him a nasty shock. Thankfully the other ring he threw when the blond wasn’t looking ricocheted back and hit the bastard in the back of his head causing him to let go.

“You! Stop holding back, couldn’t even fight that woman!”

“Yeah well I bet you couldn’t beet a pigeon with your full strength!”

The two went at each other again, Joseph now not wanting to expose his arms to any more hamon, this was again blocked and turned against him when his opponent kicked his other leg that was still on the ground. This caused the Brit to fall prone to the ground. The vampire hunter shadow loomed over him his fist raised above his head, charged with hamon.

“You’re next line is ‘You will be burned to ashes and your vampiric filth will be cleansed from this world,’ right?”

“You will be burned to ashes and your vampiric filth will be cleansed from this world……….. what?”

That moment of hesitation from the confusion of the words being in sync with the vampire, lead to the Italian man’s secured victory, being lost as in that short while, as a swarm of pigeons came and overwhelmed him.

After a while of trying to get the birds off of him something fell to the ground and some of the birds fallowed it and though the feathers he saw it…. The breadcrumb bag that the vamp had earlier to feed the pigeons. The British Ruffin managed to put bread crumbs on him. He must’ve tied it to his bracelet earlier or managed to toss it on the Italian man.

He then got kicked in the shin and punched right in his eye. The pain was enough for him to allow the vampire to get away.

“Told you that you couldn’t beet a pigeon!” Joseph taunted as he ran away.

After regaining his composure the hamon user chased after the bastard of the night.

Joseph just kept running, the sun on his face started to sting but he had to get away, regroup and figure out a plan of attack. Thankfully he didn’t have to look far for safety as he saw a familiar pair of shades and diagonally checkered hat, it was his mom and uncle Zeppeli walking down the road! He almost embraced her in a hug but she violently flinched back, and Joseph was reminded about the no psychical contact with mom thing. Thankfully she managed to regain her composure before talking.

“Joseph? What going on? Where are your bracelets? Are you alright?”

“Sorta! I got attacked by one of Dio’s followers.”

“Jojo, are you sure? They shouldn’t have a fallowing or a base in Italy, it would be super difficult, especially with the fascist regime going on.” Uncle zeppeli said with a bit of venom.

“Yes he used that Hypnosis technique on a woman and made her attack me! Those jerks always use that technique to get what they want from others who refuse to help them or to hide behind the innocent!”

“So what does this cultist look like?” His mother asked.

“He is this blond Italian playboy around my hight, with feathers in his hair and pink marks under his eyes.”

“Do you think….?”

“It could be…”

The two adults looked at each other, obviously knowing something about the jerk who attacked him. But before he could ask about it a unfortunately familiar feeling burned into his back and he fell to the ground. Turning his head he saw the asshole they were talking about, he kept in the air and with a army of those hamon bubbles behind him, there was no way to hide from the magnified light from the bubbles, it was agonizing even the skin underneath his clothes hurt, he couldn’t even move. The Italian was about to finally land the finishing blow. His mom and uncle Zeppeli were only staring in shock and were unresponsive for some reason, it didn’t seem like they would snap out of it in time.

Thankfully he managed to find a shadow to give him brief relief from the light, the shadow from the blond Italian hamon user. This time Joseph didn’t bother punching him, he was using his claws! The jerk earned it! His claws ripped out from his gloves as they grew longer with anger he slashed leaving a very nasty claw wounds now sported the blonds face as he fell to the ground. With a nasty snarl the Brit let out, he was about to finally finish him off but before he could use his claws again a familiar grip was on his shoulder. Looking at his uncle Zeppeli who was giving him a soft look that told him without a doubt ‘the battle is over so don’t do it’. He let himself get pulled back behind his Uncle as his mom tied up his assaulter with her scarf. Both adults were now looking at the blond with a fearce glare.

“Caeser Anthonio Zeppeli….. what in the name of all pasta in Italy are you doing attacking JoJo like that?” The elder man asked.

“Wait…. You mean this womanizing, badly dressed, psycho is your grandson you always boasting about to nearly everyone who will lend you an ear?”

They didn’t respond. They just kept glaring at the young Italian man.

“What am I doing? What are you doing raising a vampire! The very creation of the pillar men! The ultimate menace of the night! That scoundrel even attacked a woman!”

“What? You made her attack me!”

“What? No I didn’t.”

“Unless she was around another hamon user who kissed her, then yes you did. Besides she attacked me first, you should know that with how closely you were watching me!”

“Well maybe you somehow hypothesized her to attack you, to trunk me into me that you were actually harmless, just like what you did with Nonno and master Elisabeth.”

“That makes no fucking sense, and you know it!”

“Enough! Both of you!” All attention was now on his mother. Who was shaking slightly but only Joseph noticed that.

After a moment of silence the elder Zeppeli spoke up.

“Elisabeth, how about you go with Jojo to get some new clothes and groceries for dinner? I will deal with my grandson, we will investigate the donna and see what really happened.”

“Recover Jojo’s braces while you’re at it please……”

Not looking away from Caesar the entire time, Elisabeth untied the young man but never letting go of her scarf looking like she would attack again and standing protectively in front of her son, never letting up until the elder Zeppeli lead the younger out of sight.

After that she started shaking uncontrollably.

“Mom are you ok?” Joseph asked he almost put his hand on her shoulder but she violently flinched away, remembering her ‘no touching her own son’ rule and then the bad feelings returned.

After a minute, of awkwardly avoiding eye contact. His mother spoke.

“I’m sorry Joseph, I am so sorry. We kept you a secret from the other hamon users to make sure something like this wouldn’t happen but…….”

“Hey, no problem, I have a few more years before hamon becomes a problem for me!” He said in a joking tone now looking at her.

“Your father said the same thing…… it only takes one mistake, one encounter with hamon for you to meet your end just like he did….” She continued looking at the ground “I just hope everything we did will be enough for you to live a normal life when the time comes… you didn’t deserve all that…. Your father didn’t deserve it either…. Especially your grandfather…. You all deserved better, and I hope you get that one day.”

After one last moment of silence Joseph spoke up.

“So! Want to get stuff for pizza and look at the newest hats?”

She finally looked at him and after a minute she took off her glasses and put them in her purse, readjusted her scarf, straightened up and smiled.

“And find some prick who should lose quite a bit of blood.” She said, “Anyways the latest letter Ernia sent mentioned something about your new friend Smokey, the cult of Dio and a junkyard?”

The two of them walked into the shopping district as the sun went down, talking and just enjoying each other’s company.

XxxxxxxxxX

Esidisi just arrived in Venice yesterday, as the last sunbeams went down, still searching for that special red gem.

He should do some reconnaissance, and learn more about Air Supplena Island before making a move, all a while learning what has changed during his hibernation.

The shopping district seemed like a good place to start.

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[bluejaysandblackbats]

Ocean View

Fandom: Superfam, Batfam, DC Comics

Summary: A pair of shoes, a fragmented memory, and a collection of newspaper clippings.

An empty box of cigarettes, a second phone, and a beach house with locked rooms.

Chapters: 6/?

Characters: Laney Kent, Jason Todd, Clark Kent, Lois Lane, Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Chris Kent, Tim Drake

Relationship(s): JayLaney, Clois

Additional Tags: No Powers AU, No Capes AU, Secret Identity, Social Media, Romance, Angst

Chapter Six: Valentine's Day

Jason woke me up to breakfast in bed, and he'd washed my clothes. "Did you sleep at all?" I mumbled. He nodded.

"I fell asleep right after you. You went to sleep at seven o'clock, almost eight," Jason replied. He sat next to me in bed, and he ate some of my strawberries. "Eat your breakfast. You can wear whatever you want in the house." I ate my pancakes and pressed a kiss to his cheek.

I showered and picked out one of the outfits he left lying around. I got dressed, and Jason met me near the front door. "Saturday?" Jason asked. I grinned.

I said goodbye to him and drove straight to work. I ran into my parents in the parking lot. "Morning, Mom and Dad," I smiled.

"I can't wait to hear all about your second date," Mom grinned. I never dated, so this was special for my mom.

Dad pushed up his glasses and looked over at me. "He made dinner, and we talked. Then he woke me up for work with breakfast," I whispered. Dad held the door for us as we all went into work. Mom sat down at my desk and fixed her makeup. Dad stood close by.

"How many more dates until you start calling him your boyfriend?" Dad asked. I grew quiet as I thought about his question.

"Ten. Let's make it a nice even ten dates before we start using that word. We're going out again on Saturday. So that'll make it our third date," I whispered. Dad looked at Mom, and she gave me a kiss on the cheek before going straight to her desk. "What's wrong?"

"And Christopher's birthday?" Dad asked.

"I never miss Kit's birthday. I was actually hoping I could talk to you about that," I smiled awkwardly, "Can we have his party at my place?" Birthdays were a big deal in the Kent family. They came second only to gotcha days. Hosting a birthday party was an even bigger deal.

I think it surprised Dad to see me taking that responsibility. "Do you want my help?" Dad asked. I nodded.

"I already have ideas," I whispered. Dad beamed. "Listen, I'm not going to mess this up. I promise."

"Lane, I love you so much," Dad whispered. I wanted to hug him. I really did, but I was afraid he wouldn't hug back. I chewed my lip and almost bit down out of shock when he embraced me. "I love you so much, and I see that you're trying." I held onto him and tried not to cry, but I couldn't hold back the few tears that forced their way down my cheeks.

I finally felt like I could breathe. "Can I stay the night?" I asked. He nodded.

"I'd like that... And I'm so happy that you're dating someone," Dad whispered, "Shame for some of the kids in the mailroom, though." I knew he was joking, but I couldn't help but be a little puzzled as I watched him walk back to his desk.

I thought it'd be a slow Friday, but Uncle Jimmy came back from his trip, and he was immediately called away to take pictures of a beached whale. Then, the new girl asked me to go with her to do a story about an older couple that was born on Valentine's Day. The car ride there was unbearably quiet. "So... Where are you from?" I asked. I really hate small talk.

"Muskogee, Oklahoma," she answered.

"Oh nice, I'm from Smallville, Kansas... We left when I was thirteen, but I was living there with my grandparents up until a week or two ago," I explained, "I lived with them for five or six months."

"I figured you were from somewhere else. You like it here?" the girl asked. I nodded. "I got here just a month or so before you came back. I'm just now getting used to it."

"It can be a lot on the senses... Sometimes I have to go back home just to get some quiet, so that doesn't ever really go away," I whispered.

"You date in the city?" she asked.

"Well, I date this guy who visits the city a lot. We just started going out, but I don't know if it's-. I used to live in this building," I whispered. We got out of the car, and the older couple buzzed us up. When we got up there, I recognized them both, and they recognized me.

I raised my shoulders out of discomfort. "How're you doin', kid?" asked the older man. I nodded. "We thought something happened to you. Maggie made me talk to the landlord, but he said you'd moved out."

"Yeah, I stayed with my grandparents for a little while. I'm back for now, but I live somewhere else," I explained, "I figured nobody would want me back in the building." I tried to laugh it off.

I was a horrible neighbor. Between the noise and the stray cats, I was surprised that they'd reacted kindly to seeing me. I let them do their interview while I took pictures. After the interview was over and I got in the car with my coworker again, she looked at me. "Why'd you move?" she questioned.

"Know how I said I go to Kansas to get away from the noise?" I asked. She nodded. "I'm the noise." We didn't say anything else for the rest of the ride back to work.

When I got back, my mom pointed to my desk. I saw a little heart-shaped arrangement of succulents and a note sitting on my desk. I sat down and read the poem attached to it. "I look for you in dreams/ In daylight's hours/ I fear I will never find you/ As you are in moonlit nights/ I only hope that when night's hour returns/ You'll bring sunlight back into my life." I touched the letter to my lips and smiled.

Mom came by and sat across from me. "What'd the note say?" Mom asked.

"He wrote me a poem," I whispered, "Mom, do you still love Dad the way you did when you first started dating?"

She gestured for me to lean in close, and she whispered, "No one starts out in love when they're dating. I wasn't in love at first, but I am now." I grinned. That was what I needed to hear. She patted me on my cheek. "Ten dates is quite a number. Eight more to go, right?"

"Right," I whispered.

[str8sub4domdudez]

Here's a story I like very much. It has nothing to do with my Tumblr topics, but it's a lot of fun and has sequels.

It's a Superboy story based off the comics and the Young Justice cartoon.

Superboys - Part One

Archive Of Our Own

https://archiveofourown.org/works/19248841/chapters/45773932

I've included a few excerpts in the rest of this post.

Excerpt 1: Halloween Decisions

"But I think you would look lovely as a French maid!" Lex says to Clark.

"I am not cross-dressing this Halloween," Clark says for the tenth time.

"Fine. We could go as a real life couple. Intrepid reporters, Clark Kent and Lois Lane! I'll be Clark of course, and—"

"No, Lex."

"Or we could be Disney Princes. I'll go as Prince Charming and you as Prince Eric."

"That is the best you've come up with all morning. But still, no."

"I could be Koopa and you could be Mario."

"A little on the nose, don't you think."

"Well, yes, if Lois went as Peach and Jimmy went as the little mushroom fellow."

"Who would be Luigi?"

"Bruce, I suppose, but I hear he's going as the Phantom of the Opera. I know! I could be the Lone Ranger and you could be—"

"—Tonto?"

"No, Silver."

"Geez, Lex you are so bad at this. It's a good thing I agreed to marry you before we started dating."

"We're dating? I thought we were skipping that part."

"What about Ghostbusters? Then we could tease Bruce in his Phantom costume and hit him with NERF darts."

"Pass. I refuse to dress up as anything Bill Murray was in. Brilliant actor, but antithesis of sexy."

"We could always be Power Rangers."

"What is that. Some kind of video game? Oh, that's right! Those new Justice League members I keep hearing about!"

"No, Lex. It's a children's television show."

"Doesn't ring a bell."

"They made a movie recently?"

"Nope."

"Jon Lane is obsessed with them."

"I thought he was obsessed with Transformers. Did I get him the wrong gift?"

"No, I mean, yes, he loves Transformers, but Power Rangers have these robot dinosaurs and—"

"—Oh, the Megazord! I thought that was a transformer."

"Right and so the Megazord has all these people driving it like a car, and those are the Power Rangers."

"Fuck it. I'll go as Julius Caesar and you as Cleopatra."

"Lex!"

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"I feel silly," says Jon, trying on his costume in the dressing room at the costume store.

"Don't, just finish getting dressed," says Conner.

"Okay, but I'm not going out there. You guys have to come in here."

"Okay," says Conner. "Let me go see where Colton went off to." Just then, Colton comes walking up with chocolate milk and a donut. "Match! Did you run all the way to Double Nuts Pastries for that?"

"That depends. Which answer will get me in less trouble."

"Nevermind, just don't get frosting on the costumes."

"I won't. Is Jon done changing yet?"

"He changed into five different costumes while you were gone. He didn't like any of them."

"We could always go as each other."

"What?"

"Jon can be me, I'll be you and you can be Jon. All we'd have to do is wear each other's clothes. No fuss."

"Guys, come here," says Jon. "I'm finished getting dressed."

"Wow," says Conner, "you look like a very sexy RoboCop."

"I agree," says Colton, "very sexy indeed."

"I don't like this costume," says Jon, "I'm too skinny for this."

"We could go as Jocks." says Conner. "You could be a track star, a swimmer or a gymnast and Colton and I could be a football player, hockey player or wrestler."

"Or we could go as the Weather Girls and Jonny could go as Storm," says Colton.

Jon and Conner stare at him in disgusted and horrified expressions.

"You're saying you want us to dress up as overweight black women and Jon gets to dress up as Ororo Munroe?" says Conner.

"Fuck you! Martha Wash is incredible!"

"Screw that!" says Jon, "Let's all just go as X-Men. Or Avengers. Without having to be a different race or gender."

"That's not a bad idea," says Conner. "I call Captain America."

"I call Cyclops!" says Jon.

"We'll, fuck then… I guess I'll be Wolverine or someone. Although we would technically be going as a different species if we dress up as humans, mutant or otherwise, so we're already going as a different 'race'."

"Well, we're Caucasian-looking and it would be in bad taste to go in black-face. You could always be Gambit," says Jon.

"You have to be able to shuffle to be Gambit. I'll be… I dunno. Let's go home to figure this out. We can get Cosplay costumes online if we're going as comic book superheroes."

"Like you never wanted to be a comic book superhero," says Jon.

"I didn't. I'm supposed to replace Superman when he gets old. I never wanted to be any other kind of hero."

"Even for Halloween?" says Conner, "We could get those sexy first responder costumes. The skimpy ones for policeman, firefighter and EMT."

"The EMT is just a 'sexy nurse' costume for guys," says Colton.

"I'll be a sexy male nurse," says Jon.

"I call policeman!" says Conner.

"I could be a sexy firefighter," says Colton. "Fine. Do you guys want to get the standard costumes or look at designs online and have Dad order us tailored ones?"

"Tailored," says Jon. "It's hard being tall and skinny."

"Okay, that's cool," says Conner. "Let's do that then."

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"Cavemen?" says Roy.

"Cavemen," says Arsenal.

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There are several fun characters in this story and one of my favorites is Jason Todd.

Here are a few excerpts.

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Jason Excerpt 1: The Lecture Dodge

"Drink your beer," says Jason. "Lex won't mind, but if Clark sees I'm giving alcohol to a nineteen-year-old he's gonna try to guilt trip me."

"Does it work?" asks Jay.

"Does what work?" says Jason.

"When he tries to guilt trip you," says Jay.

"Not really, but it's not fun getting one of his lectures," says Jason.

"And what about one of my lectures?" says Superman coming in from the balcony.

"You've licked my ass before, Superman. Your pure Boy Scout routine doesn't work anymore."

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Jason Excerpt 2: Tim's Kidnapper

When Tim wakes up, he's blindfolded and tied to a chair. He listens for any evidence that his captors are nearby and when he doesn't hear any movement, breathing or talking, he reaches for his utility belt. It's gone. That's going to make things a bit more difficult, he thinks. He tries to use his wings to cut the cord but they're gone too. Finally, he decides to do this the hard way and manually tries to untie himself. It takes him a lot longer than he'd like, but he gets the cord untied and frees himself. He rips off the blindfold to find he isn't alone in the room. A man with black hair and a white streak in his bangs, wearing a black and red costume is eying him curiously. Tim kicks himself for thinking he was alone. Time to bluff.

Before he can start a convoluted speech about having trackers on him, the man walks up to him and drops several tiny, broken pieces of tech in his newly freed hands.

"I thought we could use some privacy while we're having our fun," his captor says. "We've changed locations seven times while you were out. Old Brucie has no idea where you are."

"Who's 'Brucie'?" Tim asks stiffly.

"Now, now, Tim-Tim, I know all of your secrets. His too. As a show of good faith I even let you see my face."

"You won't get away with this!" Tim says, hoping he's intimidating (but kind of knowing he's not).

"Actually, I think I will. Now, give me your best bat glare. Don't hold back."

Tim tries not to acquiesce the man, but he pulls out Tim's utility belt and gives him a look. "Come on, Timmy. Be good and I'll give you your belt back."

Tim glares at him.

"That's just pathetic," says the man. He disappears for a split second and reappears sans utility belt. "You'll have to do better if you want your things back."

"I think I'll settle for esca—"

The cold barrel of the gun is pushed against his throat before he realizes that the man has even moved.

"If you want to escape, don't tell me that's what your going to do, just do it! Here," he says getting a coil of knotted cords from a nearby table and tossing it at Tim. "Untie these behind your back. Do it faster this time." The man lazily waves the gun around in Tim's direction, and he realizes he never checked the man like he normally would. Batman trained him to observe everything about his opponents and use everything about a given situation to his advantage, but he failed to notice the multiple obvious guns strapped to the man's legs, and he was so focused on figuring out the man's powerset and thinking of what to do next that he hadn't even taken in his surroundings. As he places the rope behind his back and starts untying it, he looks around the warehouse where the man has taken him.

"About time! Now make it look like you're concentrating on the knot and looking in random directions as you focus on your goal. You're being too obvious right now."

'Oh my God!' thinks Tim, 'This guy must have a really weird fetish.'

Tim presents the unknotted cords to the man and the man does a face palm. "No! No! Buy yourself some time. Keep it looking like you aren't succeeding and use that time to take in your surroundings. Have you even seen the weapons lying around?"

"You told me to untie the knots faster this time."

"But I didn't tell you to give yourself away! Jeez. Let's try the next step. Now that you are untied and have completely given yourself away, what do you do?"

"Are you teaching me?"

"Somebody has to. My faith in Bruce is completely crushed by his inability to prepare you for this. Like I said, I have a gun, I'm pointing it at your head, you're untied, I know you're trying to escape, what do you do?"

"Surrender peacefully and try better next time?" asks Tim. The man face-palms again, and Tim uses that moment to dive for cover behind a concrete barrier where he saw several metal poles.

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Jason Excerpt 3: Batman's Apology

Bruce shows up at the LexCorp penthouse unexpectedly. He doesn't usually call first, but Lex is starting to wish he did.

"Where's Jason?" he says when he steps off the elevator.

"Hello, Bruce, how are you doing?" says Lex. "Now you try."

"Fine. Salutations, Lex. Now where's Jason?"

"I'm here," says Jason, stepping out of the staircase leading up to the next floor. "What do you want Bruce?" Jason looks at the package in Bruce's hands and knows it can't be some sort of gift or gesture of love. They're most certainly documents and mission dossiers.

"I want to apologize. I shouldn't have called you soulless, and I didn't mean to cut your throat back then. I was aiming for your shoulder, but the batarang banked off the pipe differently than I expected. I also wanted to give you this." Bruce holds out the package stiffly and Jason sees the greeting card on top of it that says 'I'M SORRY!' in big letters.

"This is a joke, right?" says Jason. There's no way he was aiming for my shoulder! There's no way that he would give me a present without an ulterior motive. And there's definitely no way he would ever apologize!

"Lex, he's a robot or an evil clone! What are you and what did you do with my father?!!"

"Jay," says Lex gently, "why don't you try using your ring to scan him?"

Jason hesitates, but then raises his ring and a shadowy aura lights up around Bruce as the ring scans him. The ring tells him unerringly that this is the real Bruce Wayne.

"This is impossible!" says Jason. "I don't believe you! What do you really want?!"

"Jason – Jay, I love you and I'm sorry for hurting you time and time again. I know I've been wrong to do and say the things I did. I wanted to do right by you and I haven't. Now, I want to change that. Will you forgive me, son?"

"No. I won't. You're years too late for some things and others you still can't take back. Do you believe me that I really have a soul?"

Bruce's mouth clenches into a line and he looks down. He raises his head to speak, but it's already too late. Jason has seen the truth in his face.

"No. You don't believe me. You think I'm a soulless zombie so why try to make amends. If I'm not your Jason, why are you willing to apologize for stuff that happened before I was a Black Lantern?"

"I don't know. I just know it's right for me to make amends. Even if you aren't the original Jason, you have his memories and his experiences. As far as you're concerned, I did those things to you. I intend to make up for it one way or another. I don't want to lose you, Jason. I want you back. I don't care who you date and I'll accept that you do things your way, but I need you in my life Jason. I don't want to be an absentee, neglectful father anymore."

"I don't believe you about the batarang."

"I didn't think you would. Either way, I want you to know I'm sorry. If nothing else, take this gift. I want you to have everything you need. These are brand new items from WayneTech Enterprises. I had them made specifically for you, but dumbed down versions will go to market in a couple of years."

Jason takes the package and goes into the living room. Lex and Bruce follow him in there and sit down in chairs on either side of the couch while Jason opens his gift on the coffee table.

He can't believe his eyes. They're bullets!! they're all color coded and there's a color code sheet in the box. He quickly goes through the list. Smoke bombs, knockout gas, tracer rounds, tranquilizers, adrenaline, Blue Kryptonite, X-Kryptonite and remedies for Joker Venom, Scarecrow's Fear Toxin, Poison Ivy's Sex Pollen and Bane's Venom – all in convenient bullets that are perfectly made to go in his Glock. Jason is astounded.

"If you have to use guns, I want them to be tools to you and not just weapons," says Bruce. "I wanted to show that I support you as a person even if we don't agree on the ethics of crime-fighting."

"Dad, I … Bruce. You know I can't stand you. I know what you think of me. I know what you think of my life choices. Why do you think I would accept this gift?"

"I don't think you will," says Bruce, "But I hope you do. You're my son and I love you. I've always loved you. That will never change. I thought the gift would be a good way to show you that I love you, instead of just saying it."

"I'm gonna need some other caliber bullets," says Jason, "For my other guns."

"Then I'll have them made," says Bruce. "Text me the details, and I'll have R&D manufacture them ASAP."

"I hate you, Dad. But I love you too. Maybe one day you'll believe me that I'm really Jason. But as long as you think I'm a soulless ghoul, we're never going to see eye to eye."

"We don't have to see eye to eye to care about each other. I don't hate you Jason. I could never hate you. And I'm sorry that I hurt you."

"This is too much Bruce," says Jason as he begins to glow in different colors. Violet and blue dance in his aura with the black and red that fades into indigo.

"Alright, son. Do you need me to leave?" asks Bruce.

"Yes. Please go."

"Alright, son. I'll call you. Maybe we can do lunch."

Blue overshines the other colors in Jason's aura.

"Maybe," Jason says. "Goodbye Bruce."

"Bye, Jay."

Lex sits next to Jason on the couch and Jason curls up in his lap. He can't understand what just happened – what would drive Bruce to act this way. In a place in his heart he won't admit exists, he misses Bruce. The truth is Jason is afraid to hope, but hope fills him now and it's overwhelming to experience. He tries to use his Black aura to block emotions out but it glows violet instead.

"What's happening to me, Lex?"

"I thought you knew that Black Lantern Power Rings can imitate all the colors of the spectrum. Your love and hope are greater than your darkness."

"It hurts, Lex."

"I know it does, Sweetie. A lot of old wounds were opened today, but maybe when they close this time there will be less damage than before. It's okay to feel things, Jason."

Jason cries.

[superbat-love]

Superbat Moments #3

Superman swaddling Batman in his cape

Superbat Master Collection

[stoptellinglieslois]

Love fair Act 35

Vampire fanfiction Clark Kent human x Richard Grayson vampire no capes or tights but fangs and might.

Richard pov

We made it to Thor's place it was a beautiful tower in a private property two hours away from Gotham close to a big lake. I believe it is not where Thor usually stays.

Alfred drove us there it was cold out and the snow still is kicking our ass. It would pelt down non-stop.

We walked towards the tower as the door automatically opened for us a man led us in. Me and Clark wonder in the tower Alfred stayed behind in the car it wasn't far I wasn't waiting for a room full of vampires and I also see Jason sitting in the front row among them two chairs are at the front of the room.

"Please sit down the both of you usually I would be sitting in the front but I wanted to hear what your Clark had to say." Thor's voice carried I couldn't see him he didn't make himself visible to me the stone walls and the teal decor with cool colours made this room more formal.

Until I noticed him and Tim. Tim tied up in a chain by the neck like a dog. At least he is wearing clothes or more like rags.

I watched them for a moment and Thor motioned for us to sit down. I looked where Jason was sitting with a frown on his face, I didn't know what to expect I don't ever go to these types of things like trials.

We sit and I feel the whole room shift. "We are here as a clan to witness what crime is done on your Grace has been committed by Tim." Tim never looked away from where me and Clark are sitting as Thor kept talking about the gravity of these crimes that are clan is here to help the human race not feed off of them like cattle.

Blue eyes pierce mine I didn't understand this but at this moment I realised that Tim didn't like me, And at this moment I know now he hasn't like me for a very very long time.

"I wish to hear from Clark." Thor said watching us intently he had a gaze as if he understood what I was thinking about and he wanted me to listen instead he read my mind like a book.

"My name is Clark Kent." Clark got up his seat and the vampires in the room laughed at him for being so not like us and just getting up formally introducing himself like he was in school, He also insisted in dressing himself in a suit I didn't own anything that would fit Clark but Bruce did.

Clark wasn't a hundred percent right in the head right now but he wanted to look professional I didn't know why maybe it was just him, He wanted to make a good impression I also didn't know why he thought that I indulged him in going into Bruce's closet and finding what he needed to make a first impression to a bunch of vampires.

"Sit down teacher you're not on trial but this fool is." Thor jingled the chain on Tim's neck I don't know why when Thor doing that triggers Clark he sat down fast on his seat never looking in Tim's direction. "I am here because the reason why he's in chains by your feet is because I mentioned he is consuming human blood he blames me for being in this position right." Clark explained crossing his leg looking straight ahead not looking in anyone's direction.

"He got himself in trouble not you teacher." Thor assured him.

"I panic though everything about him made me back away from him, His true nature came out in front of you and the werewolf's in that room I didn't mean to get him in trouble fear over took my judgement." Clark said. At this point I felt a shift in Clark he wasn't scared like he was when he first sat down or even enter this place.

"I don't know what to call you." Clark addresses Thor.

"Thor's fine teacher." Thor replied a smile on his face watching us intently.

"Thor you believed me right away when I told you something hidden about him, He did manipulate my mind into rubbish he made me believe Richard was doing awful things to me he didn't know me really." I thought that was weird Clark is in full control of this situation he is a bit demented none the less confident in what he's saying though.

"What do you mean teacher elaborate more on what he didn't know about you." Thor asked. I watched for something in Thor I got the hint Clark is leading this somewhere.

"Well when he entered my mind I entered his I no all of his victims every single one each victim is telling their story as we speak." Thor leaned forward in his chair I guess this is where Clark is leading us.

"I am not sure I am following." Thor asked he wasn't confused he just needed to hear what Clark has to say.

"His victims name A Harvey Dent is his latest victim he's an attorney in Gotham, Tim would go to the bar every Wednesday night frequenting this place. He didn't know Tim was a vampire he didn't know he was being stalk by him he is innocent like any human. He didn't kill him he was lucky to escape him." Clark looked like he is in a trance like state talking about this person who he had never met yet is able to pick apart this man's life.

"You see all of this then."

"He's lying." Tim out of nowhere protested his innocents Thor yanked the chain on his neck hard. "Silence." Thor hissed at Tim who didn't coward away from Thor's venom.

"You nicknamed him two faces you made him crazy like me you would take his blood unwillingly, He didn't want that from you yet you told two tribes you pay them and they came willingly Harvey didn't want that from you." Clark eyes glowed blue his brown eyes gone I am wondering what is going on.

"You underestimated Harvey and he escaped you."

"He is lying."

"He is worse than Thalia and Ghul at least they stuck together being evil but you hate Richard, And I could confess Richard is not evil." Clark went on.

"I thought you were a good descent. I was wrong about you and I was right in backing away from you." Clark accused crossing his arms legs now uncross.

"You made me roll around in the snow like a fool crying in front of my boyfriend." I was shocked when he said the word boyfriend it made all of this more real and this made me happy to no end.

"I never have done those things to you I've only just met you and you're with Richard why would I go after you." Tim felt brave enough to defend his innocents it fell flat on me.

"Don't test me Tim I had to shake this crazy off of me for three months with the help of Richard by my side Harvey has no one to help him fight your madness." Clark grew angry the more Tim talked the more angry he got.

"I am already chained up when you had this episode I wasn't thinking about you at all." Tim said Thor rattled the chains on his neck as he yanked it again.

"I will tell everyone here of all your crimes if you don't stop talking."

"My goodness I would like to hear about them." Thor seemed more on the edge of his seat now wanting Clark to expose more.

I realise Tim was hiding himself from the family for years and it is only now we are getting the full version.

[dragonflight203]

Latest DC comic is Batman: Hush. It’s another comic I frequently see referenced and feels like vital reading for the Batman mythos.

It’s also by Jeph Loeb, so it made sense to knock it out as another of his works.

Overall Opinion

-A fun read that once again stumbles over itself at the end.

It’s not as complex as The Long Halloween or Dark Victory, but it’s a good romp.

Art

-This is the first comic with art that I liked. Jim Lee is a fantastic artist.

General

-After Huntress rescues Batman, he says he should speak to the others about accepting her. He never does this on page.

-There is no way Bruce should be back on his feet so quickly after brain surgery. That’s just ridiculous.

There really is something in Gotham’s water.

-Bruce suspects Perry White knows Superman’s identity, and that Jim Gordon knows Batman’s.

-These iconic lines I see frequently quoted are from this comic when Batman and Superman fight:

“Deep down, Clark’s essentially a good person… and deep down, I’m not.”

-Great lines when Gordon prevents Batman from killing Joker:

Batman: How many more lives are we going to let him ruin?

Gordon: I don’t care. I won’t let him ruin yours.

-This comic justifies “Jason’s” return as from a Lazarus pit. Is that where the idea to actually revive Jason came from?

Jason’s grave is empty. It’s possible Edward found it that way.

-This line will haunt Bruce later: “Even in the end… Jason knew how much I loved him.”

-Two-Face is supposedly gone, but Harvey Dent doesn’t hesitate to kill Thomas Elliot.

Yeah, I doubt that Two-Face will never be seen again.

-This is also the comic where Superman uses his heat vision to perform brain surgery on Batman.

-Why is Edward wearing his Riddler outfit when he meets with Batman in Arkham Asylum? Shouldn’t he be in inmate clothing?

-This comic has so many moments that would make any one comic memorable:

Batman vs Superman

Batman nearly killing Joker

Two-Face’s scars being repaired

“Jason” returning from the dead

Bruce revealing his identity to Catwoman

It feels like Loeb went all out to make it as spectacular as possible, but at the same time this rapid pace means some points don’t have much time spent on them. Barely anything is done with with Two-Face’s scars being repaired, for example.

Story

-Loeb’s trend of complex build up that can’t quite pull itself together for a finale continues.

Elliot’s the driving force of this plot, and I’m left scratching my head over his motivations. All this because Bruce Wayne’s father saved Elliot’s mother?

Logical enough for a madman, I suppose, but that feels like yet another excuse for the story Loeb wanted to write rather than a true reason.

-It’s obvious that Elliot’s death isn’t real. Too much time is spent introducing him and building him up in the first half of the comic to kill him off like that.

-The audience finding the Harley Quinn fight part of the show is ridiculous. This is a Gotham audience; they’re accustomed to the Rogue’s bullshit and showing up everywhere.

-Bruce nearly killing Joker because of Elliot’s death feels forced. He’s held back after Barbara and Jason, but Elliot is the snapping point?

I suppose it could be considered one last straw, but it doesn’t work for me.

-Riddler’s introduced about half way through the comic, but he still needed to be introduced earlier to be the main villain.

Besides the Lazarus pit dirt, I also don’t recall any foreshadowing that it’s him.

-Harold needed to be introduced earlier for his betrayal to work. He just comes out of nowhere. That’s sloppy writing.

Characters

-Bruce can be so bitchy. He notes that he’ll drop by the Daily Planet because it’s always good to see Lois. No mention of Clark.

-Bruce gets pissy when Wallers takes Killer Croc, and promptly drags Poison Ivy back to Gotham. He does not like the Rogues leaving his city.

-At the funeral, Bruce notes how there are many people in his life and how he’s better for it. Tim, Dick, Alfred, etc.

Selina also repeatedly notes how Bruce has many “strings”, i.e. people he cares for (that can be used against him).

-Bruce is horrible about Jason in this comic:

“Jason never had the skills that Dick had. I should never have let him put on the costume. No matter what differences we’ve had through the years, I’ve always know that Dick had a gift. Jason only had… rage. And I thought… hoped… that if I could channel that rage into something more productive…”

“Dick saw being Robin as a thrill. It’s probably why he outgrew it. Jason saw being Robin as a game. It’s probably what got him killed. But.. Tim… I have to hand it to the boy… He wants to be the world’s greatest detective. And from what I’ve seen so far… he will be someday.”

“My opponent is counting on Jason’s appearance to affect my abilities. Play on whatever guilt I harbor for Jason’s death. His coordination. His speed. The acrobatics. It’s all… too familiar. Bottom line… Jason was never that good.”

-Why is Poison Ivy obsessed with money?

That feels out of character for her. Isn’t her deal an obsession with plants?

-Loeb writes Thomas Wayne as a bit of a dick.

In Dark Victory, he refused to comfort Bruce because he had to learn to stand on his own.

In Hush, he disapproves of Martha getting Bruce into literature and cinema because they’re not real.

Opera’s fine, though.

-I have mixed feelings about Riddler’s involvement in this. He’s certainly clever enough, but I question his people skills to get everyone onboard.

Also, one of Riddler’s key motivations is attention. That’s why he leaves riddles at crime scenes. This plan does very little to put the focus on him.

One can blame it as a side effect of the Lazarus pit, but that again feels like a cop out.

[bruciemilf]

NO BUT LIKE

Battinson who showed up at the gala in an oversized shirt and jeans and blushing cheeks. Clark Kent who's there bc Parry hates him and lives for every occasion to torture Clark with rich people

the prince of Gotham stepped into the room in a comfy Nirvana shirt, sleeves swallowing up his elegant hands (with a LOT of fractures) and sweatpants; Grey, baggy, but pinching that waist just RIGHT to still coax looks and Clark is LOOKING holy fuck-

his super hearing picks up Bruce's answer to a curious journalist, " I didn't want to come. And I didn't do my laundry. And I made Alfie mad."

No thoughts, only Battinson seeing Oliver losing his shit by the champagne fountain and going STRAIGHT to him, making grabby hands, " Ollie" because he may be a little sleep deprived who knows -

" what the fuck are you wearing you loser LMAO"

" These are my social anxiety clothes :/"

Clark, in his mind: How can I NOT fuck him

[incorrectbatfam]

Tim being a middle child?

Even though he could buy new clothes, Tim still gets hand-me-downs from Dick and Jason, except he wears it better and it pisses them off to no end

Alfred gave Damian an earful for letting the dog pee in the rose bush. It was Tim. He got locked out and was desperate

He's allowed to experiment with cooking because no one's noticed enough to tell him not to. And when he inevitably fails, he can just go, "Alfred, Bruce set the eggs on fire again!"

Tim gives the best song recs. He gets some of his taste from his siblings, but he also has a lot of hidden gems to himself because no one ever asks.

He has to be Player 2 when he's playing against his older siblings, but gets to be Player 1 with the younger ones

Tim had a whole Led Zeppelin tribute concert in the shower and no one noticed

Sometimes he sneaks bugs into Barbara's code when it's in the alpha phase, hides in the rafters, and films her reaction

Middle kids always end up in the back on long drives, but Tim quickly learns he has the power to withhold the snacks from everyone else and can lay across the seat

It's tradition for each kid to go on a fishing trip with Clark in their first year as a vigilante, but Tim never got to because of everything that was happening at that time—even Damian had gone despite being a vegan. So on the anniversary of Kon's death, Tim snuck out the house and spent the whole day with Clark in the middle of the lake, nibbling on Ma's pie and exchanging fond memories

He's the only one to successfully keep a physical diary, where he writes juicy details like what Steph's hiding in her case file or where Alfred goes between exactly 12:03 and 12:34 PM every day

He stole Jason's copy of Pride and Prejudice. Like literally walked out of Jason's room with it in plain view and Jason didn't see him

Tim's used to mediating arguments between his siblings, and that translates to mediating a couple's quarrel between Harley and Ivy whilst fighting other bad guys

He dyed his hair green for a week and the only person who said anything was Duke, a fellow middle kid who also got a bright yellow streak without anyone noticing

Tim "accidentally" left Damian at Target and Dick took the heat

He played a tree in Jason's home rendition of Hamlet

He stole a piece from every jigsaw puzzle in the house and he's waiting for the day someone tries to complete one

Steph wanted to do the thing where she walks around and plays chess with everyone at the same time. Tim moves her pieces when no one's looking

Everyone thinks Cass is the brownie batter spoon licker. She's not

Tim hides the remote control batteries in the cushions and suddenly he gets a front row seat to WrestleMania

He's gotten a lot of embarrassing pictures of Batman

Tim isn't in many home movies because he's always behind the camera, but that doesn't stop the others from stealing it and shoving him into the frame every now and then