#dc fanfics

[damiwaynesupremacy]

Looking for a Damian x reader fanfic!!

I remember the author being @prettylittlebrownskingyal

And it was about damian, reader, and jon kent going off to college and so they celebrate their last moments together by painting damian's bedroom walls. They go to a home depot to buy paint and they had paint colors called "robin red" and "super blue" or something?? and a mike wazowski green looking paint which they used to paint damian's walls.

The story ends with damian and reader sharing a moment together after painting his walls. They talk about their plans for college and subtly confess each other's feelings.

If any of you know or find it familiar, please tell me. Thank you!! 🩵

[helenababs]

the body keeps the score

ao3

fandom: dc comics (mixed continuities).

character(s): helena bertinelli (huntress).

a +700 word piece i wrote for @ailesswhumptober's ai-less whumptober 2024 — day 30. please feel free to share your thoughts and support me on ao3 if you'd like to! 💜

Synopsis: Remembering her family meant shouldering their sins, too.

Poison, delirium, “You’re not making sense.”

From ashes to ashes, from dust to dust, and from blood to blood; she was stitched, sewed, and sutured into a tapestry of all that she was not at her truest, yet all that she could not severe herself from.

It had been many years, many years since the ruination of a childhood that now felt as familiar as a stranger’s reaccount, and she held onto the remembrance of the sound of her mother’s voice, along with her brother’s laughter, with ardent desperation — a sort of desperation that left behind scratched marks on the surface of a locked door. But she had no say when it came to deciding which parts of it were hers to keep, to hold on with the gentleness of an eight-year-old girl clutching onto a bundle of worn-out fur and faltering stitches for feigned warmth — and which ones she would never have to relive.

She could remember his voice instead, silver-tongued and riddled with cruelty, and she was sorry she could not separate it from that of her father’s, a man cut and tailored from the same fabric as him, a man she had been desperate to trust nonetheless. His voice took precedence over a fading picture of all of the love that could’ve been, could’ve been not — with age went away her certainty.

The mirror never reflected a portrait of her mother’s face vividly enough to overlay the one she wasn’t longing to see after long days and longer nights. The iron fist with which her father once domineered over this city had grown and accumulated rust. The radiance of her late brother’s laughter paled in comparison to the darkness that shrouded her line of sight.

She only felt one with her family when there was bloodshed; when her face was warm and besmirched with the damning evidence of her gradual descent from saint to monster, when droplets of the grimmest manifestation of her guilt cascaded down into her palms and pooled until it was overflowing, trickling through the cracks of her hands which had long forgotten tender touch. In contrast, her body remembered the ancient law that trickled down through her bloodlines: that blood cries for blood.

Blood was, perhaps, the most potent tether that bridged every gap. As long as it coursed and reverberated through her active veins, arteries, and capillaries, she would vividly feel and remember, as if like a second skin, her mother’s growing bitterness towards the gilded cage her father maintained, Pino’s lifelong yet short-lived ambition for a taste of freedom out of what they begrudgingly once called home. But she would also remember her father’s devotion to power, and the lengths he would go to in order to nurture it; like a son, like a daughter.

As long as she was human, as long as she possessed life, she would remain acutely aware of how fragile it is—how frighteningly, disgustingly simple it is to claim one, and to want to do so until the irreversible was accomplished; time and again, again and again. As long as she would bleed, sin would spill out ceaselessly.

The Lazarus resins or Hue Vile’s mind-controlling parasites didn’t breed anything new; it only unveiled what had been hiding dormant in the deepest corners of her psyche for a span of time undefinable, whatever it was that Helena Bertinelli had been seeking God’s protection from with every breath she took and took.

Hands stained with fresh, innocent blood. Those hands were not hers.

Fear struck into eyes begging for mercy. She did not strike that fear.

Hoarse voices screaming for help. She did not cause them to.

She was not the monster leaping so eagerly at the earliest opportunity for violence and bloodlust. Yet, she couldn't separate herself so easily from that very species she strove to hunt, cleanse, and drive to extinction.

She had been infected, yes, but a part of her knew that none of these side-effects were ever foreign; only covert. Those mind-altering, mind-consuming toxins only peeled back the opaque layers to unfold the darkest call her blood had been making this whole time, the toughest truth she had to know so that she could never take anything for granted — even by accident.

Helena blinked, failing to realise she had zoned out during a starkly mundane conversation with a well-meaning friend, and the visions vanished all at once, its haunting aftertaste taunting her with false pretenses of normalcy. She shook her head gently.

“I never did,” Helena concluded.

[suguruslut]

Little birds crash the Batmobile

Fandom: Batman (All Media types)

Author: suguru_slut

Words: 5,300

Rating: General

Pairings: Dick Grayson & Jason Todd, Bruce Wayne & Dick Grayson, Bruce Wayne & Jason Todd

Tags: Car Accidents, Brotherly Bonding, Family Fluff, Humor, Two Robins, Canon Typical Violence, Adopted Sibling Relationship, Vomiting

Summary:

“But…how will we get around? I get kinda tired jumping from building to building…” “Hmm…” Dick glanced around the cave. There were a million different toys before them, but only one that could get them from place to place—the keys were behind a special glass case, but with one swipe of his fingerprint, access was granted, and Dick had the keys to the Batmobile in his grubby little hands. “We’ll drive, of course!”

Dick and Jason crash the Batmobile and try to hide the evidence

[batman-obsession-by-secret]

A miracle happened! I managed to upload a new chapter for „Gotham‘s waters“ and I have now reached 100 DinA4 pages Calibri size 11 for that fic. I have also reached 13 pages for my Bachelor-thesis, but that is less important.

[smutinlove]

YALL

SEND ME REQS

for jason or dick

or bruce wayne

ill write it

i promise

[whoseyscientist]

BEST BATMAN FICS I’VE READ 3 BRUCE WAYNE FOCUSED

Hihoo Here’s some more crazy good batman fics with a particular focus on the sad angsty man in the bat suit because I love him so! Mix of gen/batfam and shipping stuff cause I just wish him well in life c:

As I was making this list I realised alot of them were one-shots huh the more you know- mix of mainly one-shots and the occasional epic lengths lol

= General/ Batfam =

Nominal

https://archiveofourown.org/works/8613352

Don't ask why Batman is sad unless you're willing to give him the time to consult his spreadsheet.

(legitimately?? funniest batman fic I’ve ever read, one-shot) 

The Jason Project

https://archiveofourown.org/works/19899613

Jason had just wanted to see his autopsy report, he had only wanted to know what information Bruce had about his death. And when Bruce hadn't given it to him, he had stolen it. He hadn’t meant to stumble upon the bucket list of a dead child and the footage of a grieving father crossing one item after another off the list.

(^ short, sweet and very emotional)

More Precious Than Gold

https://archiveofourown.org/works/13273611/chapters/30371190

Most dragons sleep on their hoards.

Bruce's hoard sleeps on him.

Or: Bruce is a dragon. Predictably, he hoards orphans.

(so, so goddamn cute, two shot)

Manor-Dad lets me drive the Batmobile

https://archiveofourown.org/works/19002637/chapters/45125308

Bruce had two options when Dick found the Cave. 1) Tell him the truth. 2) Go along with Dick’s excited “You’re dating Batman!” until he figured out the truth.

Several children later Bruce wished he’d gone with option 1) or he wouldn’t have to deal with all his kids believing he and Batman were separate people. Yes, even Damian.

(Unfinished but still so very funny, crazy good fic)

dad time

https://archiveofourown.org/works/20434550

five times the justice league misinterpreted batman's actions + one time they absolutely did not

(Bruce just proudly showing off his kids in League business is so canon lmao, one shot, also this author in general has some quality batfam content legit)

Cingulomania (Sometimes, Dad Needs a Hug)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/29690424#main

‘Right,’ Tim said, in the voice he used on missions, ‘we’re going to have to call in an expert.’ * ‘Hey guys!’ Dick said, voice slightly crackly over Tim’s phone speakers. ‘What’s up? I’m not supposed to visit until tomorrow - is something wrong?’ - Something is seriously not right with Bruce. They’re a family of detectives and no one can figure it out. It’s kind of embarrassing.

They’re all starting to get worried. - (Sometimes, Bruce needs a hug.)

(^ Feeding my bruce is touch starved agenda quite nicely, one shot)

A Hero Lost

https://archiveofourown.org/works/40358904/chapters/101096682#workskin

When Jason Todd died on that fateful April day, Bruce was tempted to just... stop. To let the world know he was Batman, and that it'd just lost a hero in Jason Todd.

And so he did.

It didn't keep him from mourning the death of his son.

Or: Bruce quits being Batman in the wake of Jason's death, tells the world who he is, then retires to Montana and slowly finds healing. And when Jason comes back to life six months later, and Talia tells him 'you remain unavenged,' he can't find any evidence to support that, so he goes home.

(^ Truly, truly beautiful, it’s a short read but very much worth it)

In For a Pound Series

https://archiveofourown.org/works/17558375/chapters/41378861

25 is too young to be a Dad. That's what Bruce thought when Talia dropped off this baby she claimed was his. Add to that a jealous 11-year-old Dick, and Bruce has his hands full. What does one even do with a baby? Why does this baby scowl so much? And when on earth is Talia coming back?

(^ Very good series with some very fun batfam shenanigans)

Matches

https://archiveofourown.org/works/8074405

What in the hell kind of name for an alias is Matches?

(one-shot, silly, very funny dialogue- bruce is so awkwardly charming I love it)

= Shipping =

Whoever Falls First

https://archiveofourown.org/works/7679041

"There's more kryptonite out there. When the Superman returns, there's going to be an all-star battle royale in the criminal underworld. Every megalomaniacal freak will want a piece of it so they can get a piece of you. And some of them will manage. They'll weaponize it and won't hesitate to use it against you, and when that happens I will not have you flailing around like an idiot."

aka: Bruce teaches Clark how to fight.

(have I recommended this before? I can’t remember, either way it’s immaculately written, superbat one-shot)

pull out the pin

https://archiveofourown.org/works/42361755

Revulsion curled in Clark’s gut, instinctual and sudden. He knew, without knowing how, that the creature wearing Bruce’s face was not Bruce.

“Oh boy,” Not-Bruce cracked its neck, turning its grin on the rest of the group, “You do not want to be in this head, let me tell you.”

(superbat and sooo good, also do yourself a favour and just read all of this authors stuff, its always a banger)

Dilectus Meus Mihi...

https://archiveofourown.org/works/301669/chapters/482974

Clark Kent has lost all his memories of being Superman, and Bruce Wayne must retrain him in the use of his powers. But his super-powered identity isn't all he's forgotten...

(two shot, fun and sweet, just superbat falling in love again <3)

my body is an orphanage (we take everyone in)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/12683415

He can stand in a room with the League members and receive surreptitious glances from each one of them individually, each one of them trying to communicate with the intensity of their eyes some sort of camaraderie with Bruce, us against the world, which would be funny, would be far less bitter and ironic, if he wasn’t so desperate to affirm with each of them in turn, yes, you are my friend, for better or for worse.

So he lets them have sex with him because it seems like that means a lot to them.

(^ ace bruce!- incredibly bittersweet with a very sweet ending, poor bruce man :c)

ship-to-ship combat

https://archiveofourown.org/works/39666915/chapters/99302841

"Clark. What the hell is this," Lois asks, staring at Clark's Bruceman WIP folder. Clark's first instinct is to fly away, but that would still leave his fic on display for her to see. His second instinct is to blast a hole straight through his laptop screen with his heat vision, which isn't much better.

Clark, in an attempt to make some spare cash, unintentionally stumbles into the world of superhero fanfiction, becomes a prolific writer for Gotham's OTP, and tries his best to fend off rival fans who want him to convert to superbat instead.

(^ i really just assume everyones already heard of this one cause it’s just- really well written but its superbat and bruceman(LOL) it’s un-finished but hilarious and surprisingly real and emotional)

as to which may be the true

https://archiveofourown.org/works/7880368/chapters/17998981#main

It isn't difficult to go on in the wake of Superman's death. His resurrection, though, poses a problem—especially when it turns out there's no such thing as the right moment to explain that Martha Kent's obnoxious billionaire friend? Is also the man who tried really hard to shove a kryptonite spear through Clark's face.

(I love post resurrection content it’s so good, superbat)

Nine Tenths

https://archiveofourown.org/works/426785

In which the man who's faster than a speeding bullet is pretty slow on the uptake. Bruce corrects this problem the only way he knows how: by being smarter than the average bat. Stark is more than willing to lend a hand.

(this is so cute, gotta love some jealous superbat, also Clark being the one that hates a random hero for literally no reason is fucking hilarious I love it everytime lol)

Remembering Normal

https://archiveofourown.org/works/11494842/chapters/25786338

Hal Jordan is a totally normal alpha, and definitely NOT gay. At all. Like, even a little. Except there was this once. . .

(steamyy, this author has such an insane grasp on bruce and hal as characters its actually insane, their lvl of dialogue is something I aspire for, batlantern)

Late Night Talks

https://archiveofourown.org/works/34941634

Two-face's new partner looks a lot like Bruce Wayne. Surely that doesn't mean anything...

(Twobat, oneshot and the first introduction I’ve ever had to two face/matches malone)

[finemeal]

watching them grow

Summary: Before there was us, there was one. There was I. Even though I was not technically the first, I was the origin of us.

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen

Fandom: Batman - All Media Types

Characters: Damian Wayne's Pets, Damian Wayne, Batfamily Members (DCU)

Additional Tags: Batkids Age Reversal, Haunting Heroes Who Wrote That? (Danny Phantom and DCU), The Author Regrets Everything, POV Multiple, POV Outsider, POV Fourth Person, Canonical Character Death, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Time Skips, Cassandra Cain is Red Hood

[inkareds]

Also I just cleared my inbox and omfg I've never felt lighter in my entire life. There were some really old requests in there that I thought I could just quickly write through but realised I really couldn't (bcs of one reason or the other) and it was weighing me down a fuck ton.

but now that it's all gone!

I can actually focus on writing what I enjoy!!!

SO!

Requests are open for the updated character lists here!

ESPECIALLY HOTD requests and DC (mainly cause I'm currently in love with them)

[multi-fics]

DC 🦇

Jason Todd aka Red Hood

Dick Grayson aka Nightwing

Bruce Wayne aka Batman

Bat family (platonic)

Selina Kyle aka Catwoman

Harleen Quinzel aka Harley Quinn

Pamela Isley aka Poison Ivy

[nope-secret]

Chapters: 50/50 Fandom: Batman - All Media Types, Batman (Comics) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Tim Drake & Jason Todd, Tim Drake & Everyone, Jason Todd & Everyone Characters: Tim Drake, Original Female Character(s), Jason Todd, Dick Grayson, Bruce Wayne, Conner Kent, Roy Harper, Lian Harper, Ma Kent, Jonathan Kent, Bella Lovelace the Service Dog Additional Tags: Whump, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Tim Drake is Red Robin, Tim Drake is Not Okay, Tim Drake is So Done, Tim Drake Has a Bad Time, Tim Drake Has Mental Health Issues, Tim Drake Has Abandonment Issues, Tim Drake Has PTSD, Good Older Sibling Jason Todd, Jason Todd is Red Hood, Jason Todd is Not Okay, Jason Todd is So Done, Jason Todd Has a Heart, Panic Attacks, Nightmares, Dissociation, Identity Issues, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Tim Drake Needs a Hug, Trigger words, Tim Drake Gets a Hug, And Food And a Dog And Therapy, Jason Todd is Good with Kids, Jason Todd Has PTSD, Jason Todd Has Issues, But He Deals With Them, Because What Are Brothers For?, Jason Todd Needs A Hug, Jason Todd Needs Help, Jason Todd Needs Love, And He Gets Those Things!!!, Good Friend Roy Harper, Good Friend Kon-El | Conner Kent, Just Good Friends All Around, Good Sibling Dick Grayson, Good Sibling Cassandra Cain, Good Sibling Damian Wayne, Soft Batkids, Original Female Characters - Freeform, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Implied/Referenced Torture, Implied/Referenced Character Death, This One Starts A Bit Heavy Y'all, Selective Mutism, Platonic Cuddling, Sharing a Bed, Skateboarding, Photography, Healing, Touch-Starved Summary:

Tim Drake has been missing for five months.

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Really nice read! Mainly hurt comfort/coping in a very slow manner with found family and brotherly bonding :) 

[certainvictori]

The first chapter of the prequel fic of the dc Au my friend and i’ve been working on! gonna be a fun ride hehe enjoy!

[suguruslut]

While at school, Jon becomes overstimulated by his super senses and has a panic attack. Clark comes to rescue his boy, and they end up on the moon talking about the downsides of being super🌖❤️‍🩹

[batman-obsession-by-secret]

Now that ao3 is back up, shall they rest in peace

[quotidian-oblivion]

Requests for Not All Good Things Come In Packages is open!

Rules:

You can request any pov, missing scene, extra scene, and idea under the comments of this work or any of my others, or better yet, my tumblr ask box cuz then I can sort through them easily.

I will TRY to write them all, but there’s no guarantee for that cuz it really depends on the prompt itself and my mental energy.

I’m not doing anything which is outside of platonic. I feel uncomfortable with sex and romance. So, yeah, that’s out of bounds.

If you do request something which was already requested or I can't do it for some reason or the other, I shall let you know.

I'm only accepting prompts from my fics.

If I'm not sure of something, I will ask you for further information either on the ask you requested, or in the comments section, or in tumblr messages.

You are very welcome to rant about a plot or theory or anything for a fic request.

Fluff prompts are welcome.

Angst prompts are very welcome.

Hurt/comfort prompts are very very welcome.

Crack is me. I am crack. (Meaning crack prompts are also very welcomed)

The link to the actual work is up there attached to the title of the fic. 'Tis underlined.

[strangepoppy]

That's so adorable 😍😍😍

— she’s mine —

Warnings: fluff, slightly suggestive

Summary: Jason’s making something clear.

Pairing: Jason Todd x Female Reader

A/N: A short, little, fluffy drabble to quench your thirst. Enjoy!

Jason’s arm embraced you from behind, just one arm around your waist to pull you up from the ground. His arm tightened around you as he sat on the couch and pulled you into his lap. He watched your surprised face turn into one of realization when you saw his scowl deepen at the sound of a protest.

“She’s mine,” Jason growled, eyes staring daggers into the boy. He tugged you closer to him, arms wrapped around your waist and pulling you further into his lap. If he pulled you any more, you would’ve been sitting on his stomach.

The boy matched his glare with his own as he got up from the floor as well. “No, she’s mine.” He relentlessly tugged on your hand, trying to tip you off of Jason.

The two scowled at each other and then looked at you as if to settle the debate.

“You both have to share me,” you said with a soft laugh. “I’m only one person.”

Jason tilted his head down, mouth hovering over your ear. “Seriously, sweetheart?” Jason’s breath was on your neck as he kissed your shoulder.

Owen pouted at you. “But mommy,” he whined without any real explanation. He tugged on your hand again and Jason almost let him tug you, loosening his arms before tightening them again.

“Daddy!” Owen exclaimed in frustration. He let go of your hand and huffed, stomping a bit.

It was endearing to see a mini-Jason throw a tantrum, one he rarely ever threw anyway. Jason almost laughed at the way Owen stuck his bottom lip out, too exaggerated but somehow all that much cuter. Jason let out a small hum of content since he couldn’t laugh.

“Mommy, you said you’d play with me,” Owen muttered quietly, his voice a bit more sad and soft. Jason felt his heart falter as your own smile softened immensely.

“Oh, I did, baby, didn’t I?” You grabbed his hands and tugged him closer before picking him up and putting him in your lap.

Jason put his chin on your shoulder and looked at Owen. “Sorry, kiddo. It’s nine, which means mommy’s mine for the night, remember?” Jason raised his brows at Owen, waiting for him to speak.

Owen took a second before nodding solemnly. Jason’s eyes trailed over to your hand as you stroked Owen’s hair, scratching his scalp with the tips of your fingernails gently. It was your way of saying sorry to the toddler—and get him tired.

Jason let out a quiet chuckle when Owen’s eyes started drooping. “Okay, little man, we gotta get you to bed now.”

Owen made a small noise of protest and snuggled his face into your chest. Jason’s arms fell from your waist, patting your hip twice to gesture for you to get up. You hummed and stood gently with Owen in your arms, dozing off on your shoulder.

Jason rose to his feet and kissed Owen’s forehead. “Goodnight, little man.”

“You didn’t have to pull me away from him,” you murmured scoldingly, even if that smile on your face was just as noticeable in your words.

“Me and him had a deal, sweetheart. He gets you in the morning, but I get some alone time with you after nine.” Jason smirked. He kissed your forehead and gently took Owen from you. “Let me put him into his bed and you get into ours.”