#dceu barry allen fanfiction

[superherosweetness]

Little Light Chapter 2

Lucy was furious, but she hid her emotions well. She went over to her suitcase and pulls out her laptop and medical supplies. She presses the power button and goes over to the bathroom while Barry looks around the big room in curiosity. 

When she takes off her black tank top she is relived and pissed at the same time. When it is off of her body she can clearly see that it is in tatters and her body is marked with two different types of wounds, flesh wounds and bullet grazes. The grazes she quickly cleans up and bandages, but when it comes time to deal with the flesh wounds she stops. There are two flesh wounds, one in her left arm and one in her left leg. As she inspects and feels them while wincing she finds that the bullets went through clean, without hitting and major arteries. Lucy throws on a random red tank top and calls in Barry.

“Do you know how to sew?”

“Yeah why do you- Oh god you’re bleeding!”

“Yeah. I can see that. Can you help me stitch up my arm?”

“I suddenly feel light headed.”

“That should be my line.” Lucy then grabs some floss and a needle. “All I need you to do is hold my arm steady and hold the wound shut.”

“Is that floss?”

“Yes. It keeps my wounds minty fresh.” She then directs Barry how to hold her arm and the wound, then she begins.

“Doesn’t this hurt?”

“Yeah, but after a while you get used to it.” Barry then looks at Lucy with concern but she just brushes it off as she continues to pull her skin back together. Barry looks very queasy while Lucy look calm, unaffected by what she is doing.

After she stitches up her arm she pushes Barry out of the bathroom and handles her leg a lot quicker and with less interuptions. When she is done she discards her tattered jeans and slips on black sweatpants. 

When she leaves the bathroom her computer is started up. She flops onto her bed and types in her password and instead of the normal desktop appearing a database appears. She moves her cursor to the search bar and types in inhanced humans. The moment she hits the search button multiple documents pop up with different sections highlighted. They keep popping up until they fill up the screen and start overlapping each other. Lucy sighs and Barry comes to lay next to her, looking over her shoulder. 

“Whatcha doin’” Barry asks as he looks. 

“Trying to figure out who is trying to kill us.” As Lucy reads over the documents she pauses. She then goes up to the search bar again and adds to it and hits search again. About half of the results go away and all that remains is relevant information. What remains is info on Superman, a woman named Diana Prince, an “Aquaman”, a boy grew up in Gotham, and the man of the hour, Barry Allen.

“Who is Amanda Waller?” Lucy then pull out her phone and scrolls through her contacts.

“The woman who about to be on the recieving end of an angry phone call.” Lucy then gets up and walks out to the hallway but is stopped by a man with her pizza order, who she quickly gives money to and hands the pizza boxes to Barry as she shuts the door in Barry’s face. She then glares at the delivery boy who quickly scatters out of the hallway. When he is gone she goes through her contacts until she finds Waller’s number, dialing it.

“What do you want Lucy?” Lucy controls her voice as she responds.

“Oh, nothing much, just asking a few questions.”

“Such as?”

“Did you dispatch a team to a hospital to attempt to take in an enhanced named Barry Allen?”

“I am not allowed to say-“

“So, I’m going to assume the answer is yes. Here’s how this is going to work Waller. You are going to observe the target, but if I hear so much as sqeak of a boot I will be all over your ass.” Amanda tries to talk buy gets cut off. “I have the assets, money, and power to take you and your little Suicide Squad project down, so don’t even try me! Lay a hand on Barry and you are as good as dead! Are we clear?” Lucy hears a harsh whisper of an agreement on the other end. “Good. Have a nice day.” Lucy then hangs up and opens the door, just for Barry to come tumbling out with a shocked face.

“So, I’m guessing you heard all of that?” When Barry looks away meekly Lucy sighs. “Let’s talk about this while we eat pizza.” She then reaches down and pulls him up. Then, they walk inside.

Lucy stares at Barry as he starts his second box of pizza. “So...where should I begin?”

“How do you know her?” Barry asks between bites, making her wince slightly.

“I come from a very influential family, having their money in many organizations, with some good and some bad. Waller’s program is what I would call a necessary evil ever since Superman showed himself. When that happened all of the enhanced people showed themselves, and not all of them are good like you, so countermeasures were introduced, such as the Suicide Squad. My father helped them with funds and they help us by sharing info when needed.”

“So you don’t know her directly?”

“Nope. That makes threatening a dangerous woman a little bit easier. Especially when I have you here speedy.”

“What are we going to do now?” At this point he has finished the pizza and stands in front of Lucy.

“I know a place here in Central City so that we can continue to go to school and you can still see your father.”

“Where is it?”

“You’ll see. One of my brothers and I used to crash there when we would travel out here.”

“I thought you grew up in Gotham?” Barry gives Lucy a confused look.

“I visited Central City from time to time when my brothers or my father had business here.” She then paused and realized something. “So, how are we gonna deal with the elephant in the room?”

“What do you think I should do?” Barry asks Lucy, looking at her with the Puppy Eyes, but she stands her ground.

“It doesn’t matter what I think. This is your powers and your life Bar. I’m just here to help you when you decide what to do, but if you need a special suit for running around with your powers let me know. I know a guy.” She then puts her hand on his shoulder and gives him a small smile.

“It seems like you know a lot of people.” Lucy then laughs.

“It sure seems like it, huh.”

[marvelsgirl616]

He’s so 😫🧎🏻‍♀️

I need some dark!barry or softdom!barry soo bad

That dark/mischievous glimmer in his eyessss 😫

I know it’s big

[mochminnie]

Turning Back Time| Barry Allen |The Flash (2023)

Universe: DC Extended Universe (DCEU) 

Original Character: Elizabeth Rosalind Fernandez

Pair: Barry Allen X Elizabeth Rosalind Fernandez

Polar Opposites

Inspiration: The Scarlet Witch,  Raven, Darna (Filipino Superhero)

Born: 1997

Species: Goddess/Witch

Langauges: English, Tagalog

Personality:  Kind, Compassionate, Hard Working Free Spirit, Tease, Outgoing, Fun, Has a Temper, Stubborn, Competitive who is always a step ahead of Barry, Honest, Protective

Appearance: Tan, Short 5’0, Long wavy Brown hair with curtain bangs, Curvy 

Abilities/Powers: Premonition, Empathy, Empathic Precognition, Psychic Link, Bilocation/Astral Projection, Teleportation, Telekinesis, Telepathic Communication, other mind powers, Force Field, Healing, Combat, Can use weapons, Magic Flight, Levitation, Control Elements, Sensing, intangibility

Colors: Pink, White, Gold, Sometimes Black

Ally: Batman, Diana, Arthur, Superman, Victor, Barry, Iris

Elizabeth 'Lizzie' Fernandez

Dara

“You’re the fastest man alive, How can you be late?”

Bartholomew ‘Barry’ Allen

The Flash

“I know. I know. I’m always late. I am so late. I am very late”

Lizzie has always worked alone as a hero but occasionally works with Justice League. She knew Barry before but he never knew she had magical powers until she helped the Justice League defeat Steppenwolf. Barry and Lizzie went to school together but did not develop a friendship when she helped the Justice League. Though Elizabeth and Iris are both good friends, the three went to school together. 

Outside of her being a hero she has worked in Wayne Enterprise and now in an internship at Central City Police Department. 

Lizzie already got Barry's goto sandwich PB and BRHC on a roll, The Peanut Butter, Banana, Raisins, Honey and Cheese on a roll. Knowing that Sara the curly haired girl isn't currently working at the coffee shop. Sara knew Lizzie and Barry are her regulars. But the Barista guy is so slow. Barry is gonna be stuck. 

Lizzie went straight to the Police Department on time for the meeting to present case. Though she senses danger in Gotham. She did bilocation. Her other body is staying at the Research Center for the presentation, without Barry on cases which she has finished. Her other body magically changes to her Superhero suit. Lizzie saw her phone ring, and Alfred appeared. She answers the call. "Good Morning! Ms. Fernandez, I'm glad you are able to pick up the phone. I can always rely on you." She sighed. Her pink headset magically appears. Already on the go. That a hospital is collapsing. "Alfred,I sense danger and you come to call me and beep me whenever you wanna reach me.' Still concentrating on pretending to work on cases. Alfred called her before Barry. With no questions and complaints she's on it to save the city. 

Barry is stuck with the barista guy, "Morning. What can I get you?" Sounding unamused seeing Barry. Clearly late Barry fidgeting. Checking his watch. Barry being disappointed. "Where is the curly haired lady?" 

"Sara? She's out sick. Or at least, that's what she says." Barista guy is gossip type of employee. Whispers the last sentence, "She's got a new boyfriend." Barry couldn't careless why she isn't here. "Oh." Barry says. He just needs something to eat. Right now. Barista guy finally asks him what he can get him.

Barry answers quickly. "Usually. It's my usual and she usually has it ready because I'm usually late." 

"Well, don't keep me in suspense." Not knowing Barry's usual. Barry orders a PB and BRHC on a Roll. Then explains what's in the sandwich. 

Barista Guy interrupts him, "Actually you know this girl ordered the exact same sandwich as you." He said excitedly like a strain princess voice. "Well aren't you lucky you got a girlfriend." 

Barry says, "She's not my myy grr girlfriend were just colleagues" His ears turning red. He can't think of her that way. No. 

Barista guy teases him, "Keep telling yourself that. She came here and asked for two. And said it was for a friend of hers. I told her. Doesn't he have a fast metabolism?" 

Barista guy winking writing down his order. He just kept yapping, running his mouth. 

"-Are you running a marathon? My sister ran a marathon once, God rest her soul. She's not dead. We get it Sharon you ran. But everyone has to work in the morning."

Barry, "And sorry I'm in sort of a rush for the sandwich" Trying to find his phone. Barista guy. "You can't rush a good sandwich dude." 

Alfred calls Barry with Lizzie on the other line. Lizzie teleported to the hospital. Saving everyone in the building. Alfred is making coffee. 

Barry answers, "Alfred, Lizzie. Really can't talk."

Alfred is making coffee. "Good Morning. Mr. Allen." 

Barry places his phone over his ear, walking away from the Barista guy. "No, I'm late. And I'm starving and curly haired girl isn't here." 

Lizzie, "Her names Sara and she got a boyfriend. Don't worry Bare I got you two sandwiches ready." 

Barry rolls his eyes. "Yeah! Well I need it right now." Whining. 

Lizzie, "I would love to teleport it to ya. We're in need of your help. You're the fastest man alive how could you be late?" 

Barry, "I know. I know. I'm always late. I am so late. I am very late"

Alfred. "Yes, We have a situation at Gotham General. A robbery gone wrong. Lizzie is at the Hospital saving people from the building." 

Barry, "Of course Dara is! She can be in multiple places at once. Like 'Everything Everywhere All At Once'. I bet you she got an eye in the middle of her forehead. This is in the middle of the morning? Why is our bat-friend even awake?" Lizzie made a face over the eye comment and Batman "He can fight crime in daylight Barry! He's no vampire." 

Whisper yells "-You got Dara! Call Superman." Looking around seeing if anyone overheard him. Then looking over at the news on TV. He's clearly occupied. 

Alfred, "That was my first thought. Sadly. He's otherwise engaged."

Barry seeing that a volcano is erupting in Guatemala. "Classic. What about Diana?" 

Alfred reading his morning paper. "My other first thought. Rather annoyingly, she's not picking up." 

Barry was offended. "How many first thoughts, exactly, did you have before you first thought of me?" Clearly Superman, Wonderwoman, Dara, right after Batman are Alfred's first thought.

Alfred. "Well you know Lizzie she rarely complains on the go." Barry puts the phone down. Not listening to him. Barry ask, "Sorry is my sandwich rea-" See how the sandwich. It's not even close to being done. He rushes to the restroom to change into his suit. Now out of the coffee shop in seconds. Was about to run to Gotham. But comes across some of his fans. Not use to having any. Seeing that these fans have superhero pins including Dara's and The Flash.

Alfred. "Patching you and Ms. Fernandez to Mr. Wayne." 

Barry, "No, Please don't." After asking a fan for a chocolate bar "in the name of Justice" 

Bruce, "Lizzie is at the Hospital. I need you here now Barry." The fan threw it but Barry couldn't catch it because of low energy. They threw it at Barry's head. Annoyed. 

Barry, "Hi, Bruce. Yes, I'm... Coming" 

Lizzie, "About time. I am still working on teleportation and flight. I can't help everyone at once." Still presenting the cases like she is functioning well at the meeting without Barry. 

Barry sees that the mess with the hospital building collapsing and the roads are becoming sinkholes. Barry, "Bruce, this is a huge mess! Why aren't you here helping Lizzie?" 

Lizzie teleports, saving each patient and the staff at the hospital at a time and then comes across a group of nurses trying to help a baby nurse that is trapped in the room. 

Barry asks, " Bruce, why does it sound like you're fleeing the scene?" Bruce chasing Falcone's son in his batcycle. Bruce, "Falcone's idiot kid decided to try to play in the big leagues. He put a crew together and broke into the lab at Gotham General. Stole a highly deadly virus. I intercepted them, but they blasted their way out. Lizzie and you can handle the hospital Barry Someone else has to save the rest of the world. So, I was gonna do that If you don't mind." 

Barry, "Sounds about right Bruce." Muting Bruce but still having Lizzie. On the line. 

Barry saves a doctor from the sinkhole. But she runs away, not thanking him. "Thanks for saving me from the sinkhole, Flash." Says sarcastically. 

Alfred, "Barry, gas and water pipes ruptured. In the basement."

Barry, "Right. On it." Runs to the basement. Lizzie is trying to hold the entire building. "It's no longer safe to stay in the building." Telling the staff. Sending them out of the building. The baby nurse is screaming. Barry fixes the Water and Gas situation. 

Barry complains. "Look, Alfred. I've come to accept it. That I'm essentially the janitor of the Justice League. Which sucks. But I've come to accept it." 

Lizzie, "Barry, You're not the janitor of the Justice League. You can't just accept that." While Barry is still yapping, complaining. 

Barry continued his rant, "But, I can't help but notice... That it always seems to be a bat mess I'm cleaning up. 

Alfred, "If my calculations are correct, and history will prove they usually are, the foundational damage caused the collapse of the east wing." 

Barrys says, "The east wing is fine. Lizzie got it." Then mutters, " Like she always does." The baby nurse is holding the baby. Lizzie is about to fall. Then uses her flight but fails the babies and the baby nurse falls off the building. Not using her teleportation or her force field in time. 

"Barry, a little help please. Barry!!!" This didn't use her magic on time. 

"You hear that it's my stomach. Oh it's the collapsing east wing." The Flash. Hearing Lizzie screaming. Saves the nurse, service dog, babies, and Lizzie. While eating a falling burritos and snacks. Barry still holding on to Lizzie/Dara bridal style. Barry smiling as if he was presenting that all the babies are saved. the dog, despite all of that the nurse is still screaming. Lizzie getting his attention to let her go. Lizzie holds onto one of the babies. Then pets the dog.

Alfred congratulating Lizzie and Barry for working together. Then Barry hands the baby from the microwave to the nurse. Lizzie comforts the nurse. "You're okay, miss. The Flash and I saved the babies and service dog." 

Barry adds, "I understand that these events can be psychologically scarring. You should seek the services of a mental health professional. The Justice League is not very good at that part yet... Trust me." 

Lizzie teleports off to Batman. The Flash runs to where Batman and Falcone's kid. Are falling off the bridge, Falcone's Son drops the briefcase. Lizzie caught the briefcase on time. With her mind. Then Wonderwoman uses her whip pulling Bruce up. "Sorry I'm late." Smiling. 

Diana compliments Dara on catching that briefcase. "Hello, Dara, it's nice to see you. Caught that just in time." Lizzie excitedly then hugs Diana. Then Barry arrives. She then compliments flash, "Nice suit. Looking good Flash." Barry nervously, awkwardly thanks her. Diana turns to Bruce, "And you are welcome." 

Bruce, "My ego's far too big to say "thank you" to someone else." Both Diana and Lizzie gave him a look. 

Lizzie just said, "Bruce." Then Bruce had a hard time removing the whip from him and Falcone's Son. 

Bruce, "I developed this all powerful persona to compensate for my childhood trauma..." 

Falcone's Son raises his hand to look at all the heroes. "I too have childhood trauma." 

Lizzie. "Yeah... No kidding." The Lasso of Truth makes them spit out everything. 

Bruces continues. "I'd do a lot better just giving all my money away. Yes, if I really wanted to end crime, I should end poverty." Then Barry helps remove him from the Lasso of Truth. Barry and Lizzie can feel the sexual tension between Diana and Bruce. 

"I know sex exists. I've just never experienced it." Barry was about to keep on going but good thing he drops the whip. Lizzie jaw drops. Then she tries to cover her face and chuckles. She hates to admit it but she finds it adorable. Dropping the Whip. Then mutters, "Damn it." 

"Well. I have to run. It's always a pleasure." Diana Flies off. 

Barry looks at Lizzie and yells at Diana. "The sex thing was a metaphor. For... Gothic Literature... There is just no way to recover from that." 

Bruce firmly says, "Just let it go." 

Barry, "Well I'd love to stay here and clean up more mess. But this little superhero needs his breakfast."

Bruce, "Goodbye Flash, Dara." 

Barry, "Goodbye, Batman." 

Lizzie, "See ya. Bats"

Barry then turns to Lizzie, "No because, what was that?" Teasing him. She could tell he was turning a little red under his suit and felt he was nervous and his heart raised even more. Whenever she tease him. 

"Lizzie, can you stop, you heard our batfriend let it go. Please don't tell anyone about this." Lizzie was not one to make fun of anyone's sexual experiences or virgins. Then She couldn't help but check out his butt from his new suit. It looks really plump. Thank the heavens she didn't touch the suit she would've mentioned when Diana complimented his suit. 

Lizzie went back into one body at Central City Police Department, the research center. 

Patty and Albert coming up to Lizzie and always on Barry's ass teasing her and him. 

Patty near the printer next to Lizzie's desk, "Oh, little miss goody goody is always on time. When is your boyfriend ever going to come in on time? Oh, how cute you got him his little sandwiches."

"Speaking of the devil. Look who's here." Albert in his hoverboard sees a nervous Barry facing Professor Singh. 

"Everyday I don't know how you do it. Oh I know little miss goody goody covers for you. Isn't that sweet?" Patty now sees Barry following him along with Albert while Lizzie is still on her desk continuing her work. 

Barry tells Albert to Shut up. "Did you like to crawl here bro?" 

Barry turns to look at Albert. " Is he mad?" 

Patty, "Well, you're getting fired." 

Albert, "More like you're getting murdered." 

Dr. Singh sees Barry, "No, no, no, no. Let me guess. Your alarm clock didn't go off." Barry was about to explain himself. "N-" Then, Dr Singh continues. "Oh, your dog ate your alarm clock. Your alarm clock ate your keys. Your keys' grandmother died, and they need a personal day." 

Barry's eyes widened and nervously said, "It was none of those things." 

Dr. Singh walking away from Barry. "What was it this time, Barry?" 

Lizzie hands the papers to Barry. "It was, um, something else. That was far less outlandish. And I know I missed the meeting. But I'd still really like to present these case files for potential review. I think we rushed these cases. We need to reopen them."

Dr. Singh, "Oh! Rushed? We got a backlog six months deep, and you want us to move slower? Elizabeth already presented those without you. You need to focus your motion. Do the work, close the case, move on." Sighs removing his glasses due to disappointment. "You have a lot of potential Barry. You shouldn't still be getting me coffee after all these years." 

Barry, "You're right. That's... That's true." Barry thought he was kidding but. Dr. Singh was serious. "Go get me coffee Barry. " 

"Two Sugars." 

"Oh. yeah." 

Lizzie meets Barry at the break room while he gets Dr. Singh's coffee. "Sorry Barry, I wasn't much of a help back there. You shouldn't be giving him coffee anymore. You're not his errand boy." handing him a bag off two PB and BRHC on a roll. 

Barry not facing her. While eating the sandwiches."Yeah Thanks, Like I said. I am the janitor of the Justice League and at the internship for christ sakes." 

Lizzie, "I was only helping you. I was there You got to remind yourself you're much more and why Bruce recommended you to work here. " 

Barry now making Dr. Singh some more coffee, "Being ahead of me every time isn't helping me now is it I wanted to go back to those cases." 

Lizzie, "Barry listen to me. No self doubt here. Alright." Lizzie communicates through her mind. "You are the fucking flash you got that. You hear me and you are the member of the Justice League. You saved many lives today."

Barry was still working on the Evidence at the lab. Patty and Albert are still teasing him. Lizzie defending Barry. "Guys cut it out." Barry defends himself, "You know what? I'm so happy you find this all so hilarious, but we are dealing with real people's lives, people's families. And I don't think you can grasp the gravity of that. So, why don't you leave me alone?" 

"Lizzie Fernandez ? Barry Allen?" Iris West, walking up to the four. 

Barry, "Iris West'' Barry is so glad to see her. Lizzie, Smiles. "Iris hi!" The two ladies hug each other. 

Barry, "You know our full names?" 

Iris, "Yes, If you didn't know Lizzie's my friend from school. We have been close since then." 

Albert faced Barry, "Aw, You didn't tell us you had a friend from school." Motioning himself and Patty not knowing Iris. 

Patty, "We actually didn't know that Barry have mutual friends with Lizzie. Wow. consider she's wayyy cooler than you." 

Barry, "Aha aha. Okay, Um. Bye you guys." Barry and Lizzie pull them off and tell Patty and Albert 

Lizzie waving, "Bye, guys." 

Barry, facing. "They're not really my friends. They're my work friends." 

Lizzie, "I wouldn't say that Patty and Albert are our friends at all. More like just coworkers."  With that Barry can agree. 

Iris, "Oh, I didn't know the both of you worked here. I feel like we have seen each other. Right like a few years ago the both of you are getting much closer." 

Lizzie, "Yes umm we didn't get much closer under we worked together outside of school." 

Barry, " No because, we haven't seen each other since college." Facing Iris.

Iris, "Maybe I was thinking about the both of you. I'm really glad I run into you guys." Facing both Lizzie and Barry. She asks Barry, "Your father's appeal is tomorrow right?" While the three are catching up a bit. Watching side by side each other. 

Barry was caught off guard , "Yeah, Sorry. How do you know about that?" 

Iris, "I'm covering it for the paper." Barry, "Oh," Barry is disappointed he felt that Iris just came up to him just so she can ask about his father. Iris then asks, "How is he holding up?" 

Barry, "Are you asking for the paper?"

Iris now in front of Barry. "No, I'm asking as a friend. I'm sure the public would like to know as well." 

Lizzie, "Iris... It really doesn't sound like you're asking as a friend." Iris is shocked she has never seen her disappointed in her. It was Lizzie right to defend Barry and to call Iris out. Though Lizzie felt that she doesn't have the right to speak for Barry and his father. 

Lizzie communicates with Barry through her mind, "You don't have to answer." 

Barry, " Well, my only comment is that my dad is innocent." 

Iris, "Right, I mean, no one would want to believe that their father killed their mother." 

Barry, "What do you mean, "believe"? My dad shouldn't be in jail. My mom should be alive, it's not about what I believe. It's about what the truth is." 

Iris, "Right. No, yes, that's. Oh, my god. That's what I meant." 

Barry "Right, Sorry, I have no official comment at this time." leaving both Lizzie and Iris together. Then Lizzie was about to follow Barry to check on him. She felt all of his emotions, disappointment, upset, anger. Iris stopped Lizzie a bit. "Liz I'm sorry. I-"

Lizzie, "You should be apologizing to Barry it seems like you're using Barry for your report. A real friend wouldn't write that paper." 

Lizzie checks up on Barry. On the phone, "Just thought you needed time alone before I call you... And I felt everything that was going on."

Barry, "Bruce sent me the footage while my dad was at the grocery store to pick... up some canned tomatoes." Barry started tearing up as he was watching the footage the first time "...He was... Not looking up." Lizzie could hear him hurt so much. "-I should call go, I shouldn't be bothering you..." 

Lizzie, "Just because we work together doesn't mean you aren't my friend." 

Celestia Lizzie's Mother magically appeared to her Apartment. "Ma, Please. You can not just come here unannounced. I thought you were working a night shift?" Celestia is a head nurse in California. Though Celestia is in her goddess attire. 

"Can't I check up on my only daughter?" She is snooping around curious Seeing pictures of Barry, Iris, and her other friends. Even sees some of Wayne Enterprises tech here and there. 

She cuts to the chase why she really comes here. "You awfully spend time with Bruce Wayne. Is he what you call your sugar daddy? Are you having sex with that man?" 

Lizzie, places a hand over her chest "MA! No, I am not having any sort of relationship with a 50 year old man! Where is this all coming from?" Lizzie always saw him as a mentor. 

"Or this Barry Allen? You spending so much time with him you go to his apartment." 

"MA HINDI. NAMAN (Ma no, I am not), Can you please stop. They are my friends. Wait you watch over me, You scryed wherever I'm at? Ma all I ask is for some privacy." 

Celeistia never answers but scrying is like finding your location in magic. "But this Barry, I have this feeling you have a crush on him." Celestia teases her daughter. Lizzie doesn't want her to push it."-The boy likes this kpop, and is a superhero like you. What's not to like about him. Really, Elizabeth Anak (My child) What's not to like?" Lizzie face palms. Celeistia magically disappears.

[selene-borealis]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe, DC Extended Universe, DCU Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Barry Allen & Wally West Characters: Wally West, Barry Allen, Iris West Additional Tags: Alternate Universe – Canon Divergence, Ironbat AU, Post-Iron Man 1, Pre-Man of Steel (2013), Drama, Family, Humor, Gen Work, No Romance, Panic Attacks, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Non-Traditional Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Wally West, Wally West is The Flash, Well Not Yet But That’s the Intent, Barry Allen is Not the Flash, It’s Complicated, You’ll see, Song: Pump It (Black Eyed Peas), Cross-Posted on FanFiction.Net, Don’t copy to another site Series: Part 17 of the black and gold 'verse, Part 23 of thetaverse Summary: AU//What starts out as a typical morning quickly turns into Wally finding out that his family...has never exactly been as normal as they seem.//Or, the nineteenth story in my IronBat ABO series, the black and gold ‘verse.

[buffshipper8490]

Summary:

A novelization based on Justice League (2017) and Zack Snyder's Justice League (2021) with elements of both.

Determined to ensure Superman’s ultimate sacrifice was not in vain, Bruce Wayne/Batman aligns forces with Diana Prince/Wonder Woman with plans to recruit a team of metahumans to protect the world from an approaching threat of Steppenwolf and his army of parademons, as they search the Earth for the three Mother Boxes of Apokolips in the name of their ruler, Darkseid.

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Fandom: DC Extended Universe

Sample Size: 12,827 stories

Source: AO3

[drrav3nb]

The Cure for a Broken Heart - Ch.2

Synopsis: Claire had only been at Wayne Manor for two days now. Yet she knew that when the news reported that a young man had been taken hostage by a twisted clown, Bruce would attempt to save him. Which most likely meant she'd be in for another late-nighter patching him back up again. 

But when Bruce returns to the manor with the young man, more secrets about his life as a vigilante are exposed and Claire realises just how dangerous his influence as the caped crusader has been.

Read the fic here

Ch.1  Ch.3  Ch.4

Tags:  Barry Allen, Snake Bites, Needles/Injections, Blood and Injuries

[randomfandomimagine]

Love’s Worth Running To | DCEU Fanfiction Series

Cover by @ocfairygodmother​

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Tag: Love’s Worth Running To

Characters: Stephanie Williams (OFC), Barry Allen, Bruce Wayne, Diana Prince, Clark Kent, Victor Stone, Arthur Curry, Ben Hale (OMC)

Ship: Barry Allen x Stephanie Williams (OC) [M/F]

Warnings: Mild angst

Categories: Childhood best friends to lovers, strangers to lovers, slow burn, found family

Genre: Science fiction, adventure, romance, drama

Rating: Teen

POV: Third person

Setting: Canon storyline divergence

Status: Work in progress (writing & posting)

Themes: Heroism, love, friendship, self-worth, fear, kindness, humanity, time

Word Count: TBD

Links: AO3

Summary: Things have changed since Stephanie was younger. She hasn’t seen her childhood best friend Barry in years, her dream job is still out of reach, despite her efforts she can’t seem to make any connection with anyone and superpowered heroes guard the world from the villain’s destruction. All of these things will unexpectedly mix together to completely alter her life.

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CHAPTER INDEX

Reunited

Catch Up

The Accident

Convalescent

Hero Work

Anomalies

In Disguise

.

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Run Barry Run

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Little Light Chapter 1

A girl sits at a long dining room table by herself. The sound of silverware scraping against her plate echos through the room as she swiftly eats.

Again, her father was gone while she was home and when she was gone he was at home, sleeping.

She was tired of this routine.

Her phone goes off when she is almost done with her food.

“Are you by any chance Lucy?” A feminine voice questions her.

“Yes and this is?”

“My name is Claire. Your-“ She pauses and Lucy hears papers shuffling in the background. “Close friend Barry Allen is currently in the hospital.” At this point Lucy stops eating and stands up.

“Where?” Lucy then immediately hangs up when she gets the information and leaves the room to pack.

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When she arrives at the hospital she shoves her friend’s door open. Barry lays on the bed looking peaceful in his hospital gown. He, unusually, seems to be in his head thinking through something, so Lucy waits for him to finish his thoughts, sitting next to him on the bed.

Lucy then looks on his bedside table internally sighs as she spots a glass of water and pills. She pick them up and finally speaks.

“Barry?” Her voice comes out soft. He jumps, snapping out of his thoughts and looks over at Lucy with happiness, then disappointment when he sees the pills in her hands.

“They got the wrong room?” He states more as a question than a statement, looking at her with guilt. Lucy grabs the cup of water in the other hand and just stares at him, saying nothing. Barry looks back at her, seemingly unaffected by her gaze at first, but as time goes on he looks more uncomfortable. When he can’t take her gaze anymore he quickly pops the pills and downs the water. “I hate it when you use the Death Stare on me!”

“And I hate having to use it. Now that we have gotten the most important thing out of the way...” She goes and hugs him tightly to her, to which she freezes. “I was so worried when I got the call. What happened?” She releases him so she can get a better look at him. He then looks at her again with guilt, brushing the back of his head.

“I may or may not have gotten struck by lightning.”

“Barry?!”

“Also, it may or may not have came through the window you told me to keep shut when it rains.”

“Barry! You dummy! You had one job!” She give him a judgemental look. At this point a blonde woman walks in.

“Lucy?”

“Yes, and you are?”

“Claire, now I need you out in the hallway for a few minutes.” Lucy then looks over at Barry.

“I’ll be right back. Do me a favor and try not to break anything.” She then steps out in the hallway with Claire and immediately notices the emptiness of the hallway. She moves her hand behind her back, gripping the nightstick in her right back pocket. “So, what did you need me out here for?”

“There is something what you would like to call inhuman going on with your friend, so some special people want to bring him in, so no hard feeling, right?” Claire then pulls out a syringe. This makes Lucy pull out her nightstick and flick it down, extending it.

“Barry! Get ready to go! We need to leave!” Lucy then launches forward with her nightstick raised. It hits Claire’s hand, sending the syringe flying. Lucy then tries to hit Claire’s neck, but she blocks. Claire then winds back for a punch, but Lucy knocks her feet out from under her. Claire falls to the floor. Lucy then picks up the syringe and straddles Claire. She then stabs the syringe into Claire’s neck and presses down the plunger.

Lucy holds Claire down until she stills. When Claire stops moving Lucy starts to stand, just to be greeted by a bullet wizzing you her head.

“Really?!” She yells as she ducks behind a piece of medical equipment. She glances over to Barry’s door and then scrambled towards it, praying her friend was stupid enough to not lock it. When she gets over to it she swings it open then slams it shut. When she turns around she is met with a shirtless Barry. Lucy then looks to the side, finding his shirt and throwing it at him.

“Barry! Put your shirt on! We need to move!” Lucy whispers harshly.

“Why are we whispering?”

“Armed men are outside. Five are coming down the hall and the rest are scattered around the building. Basically we are surrounded.”

“Why do you sound so calm?”

“Because slowpoke I have an idea.” She then opens the window and turns around. “Barry, do you trust me?”

“Of course! I made you my primary emergency contact. We went through some crazy stuff in college and-“ Before he can continue Lucy picks him and throws him out the window.

The door bursts open and men start to open fire. She throws herself out the window as glass and bullets scatter around her. Unfortunately for her quite a few bullets graze her on her fall towards the trash below.

She winces when she pops out of the trash and almost sprints off, but she stops. In front of her stands Barry, unmoving.

“Barry.” He stands still. “Barry!” She exclaims as she moves to his front, revealing his shock. She sighs and tries to take his hand and drag him off. He takes her hand easily and they walk off, but Barry is dragging his feet, making the process a lot more difficult and slower. Lucy looks over at Barry again and sees a far off look. She sighs and stops moving, positioning him so that she was the only thing he could focus on. “Let’s make this not as scary. Let’s make it a race and the loser has to buy pizza! First one to the hotel wins. How does that sound?”

“There are armed men shooting at us. They are going to-“

“Barry please! Run now. Talk later.” Lucy then turns around just as she starts to hear the faint sound of boots slapping against the ground.

She runs across the street to the nearby alleyway. She jumps up to pull down the ladder for the fire escape and climbs up, then quickly pulls the ladder back up. She then scales the building and stands over the ledge, scanning the buildings up ahead.

At this moment the power surges, but she doesn’t pay too much mind to it, focusing instead on the opposite rooftop. She then turns around quickly when she hears panicked breath behind her, revealing Barry with his clothes looking like they were ripped or possibly burned.

“Wow Barry, I’m impressed. Normally I beat you by a few minutes. I guess I need to increase my training.” At this point Barry’s stomach then growls. “We need to hurry up.” Bullets then start flying upward towards them.

“Get on my back.”

“I don’t think a piggyback ride will help-“

“Earlier you asked me to trust you. Now I am asking you to trust me.” Lucy sighs as she hops on Barry’s back.

“Here is the address of the hotel. It is about thirty minutes away.” She hands Barry her phone with the address pulled up. He looks over it a couple of seconds as footsteps pound closer.

“Whenever you are ready-“ She then stops herself as she sees that the scenery has changed to the rooftop across from her hotel. She gets off of his back and he opens his mouth about to speak, but she places a finger over his mouth to silence him. She then beckons him along.

“We will talk about this in the room.”

When they get to the hotel Lucy guides Barry to her room. When they shut the door Lucy uses the phone and dials a number.

“Hi, is there anyway I could order four pizzas for delivery?”

[i-do-competitive-ice-dancing]

The Girl Who Fell In Love With The Sea.

Summary: You tell your daughter the story of how you met Arthur.

Warnings: a very very slight suggestive sentence, fluff, pregnancy (if you'd count that as a warning)

A/N: Just a little fluffy fic for y'all about our fave protector of the oceans. Y/D/N stands for 'your dad's name'.

"Okay time for bed," you picked up your daughter, Meribella, and carried her to bed.

"Can you tell me a bedtime story, mommy?" She pleased with puppy dog eyes and a gentle pout "Pleaseeeeee!" She droned.

"Alright," you softly chuckled "What story do you want?"

She didn't dare hesitate "The one where the girl falls in love with the sea!"

You stopped for a moment to smile, you knew it was her favourite and despite hearing the story countless of times before, she listened to it as if it was the first time she was hearing it. "Alright, but don't get too overexcited!" You playfully warned "You can barely get to sleep after you hear this story." You sat down next to her on the bed and put an arm around her, "Once upon a time there was a girl. A girl who was completely ordinary in every way. One summer she was staying near the sea. The little cabin she was staying in looked out over the beach and then to the deep blue sea beyond that..."

•••

"Home sweet home for the next couple of months," you sighed out and placed down a box filled with trinkets from home.

"Yeah well I'm only up the hill in the lighthouse should you need anything!" Your dad groaned as he placed down your things "What the hell have you got in here?"

You laughed and gently pat his back "I'll buy you a beer at the bar to say thanks," you looked around with a grin on your face "I really mean it, dad. Thank you for all your help. I can't wait to start researching!" You clapped your hands together "Okay let me get changed and I'll meet you in say...half an hour?"

Your dad playfully rolled his eyes "Two hours it is..." he left you to get changed and settled into your new place. It was beautiful and airy and overlooked the beach and the sea. You were a marine biologist, a determined one. You were constantly trying to make the sea a cleaner place for the wildlife that lived beside it and in it and often spent your days cleaning up all the rubbish and plastic from the coastline.

After grabbing a quick shower and changing, you made your way down to the bar and met your dad. He grabbed a seat while you got the first round. You handed the bartender over what you owed and sharply turned around, crashing right into someone "Oh I'm-" you cut yourself off and looked up to face the figure that towered over you "I'm sorry..." you sheepishly apologised.

"No harm done," the stranger smiled "Arthur Curry," he stuck his hand out and you shook it "You must be new here. I haven't seen you around."

"Uh yeah I'm new. How did you know?"

Arthur shrugged a shoulder "It's a quiet town and everyone knows everyone."

You slowly nodded "Well it's nice to meet you, Arthur. I'm Y/N Y/L/N."

"Y/L/N? Are you related to Y/D/N?" Arthur asked.

You nodded "I am indeed, do you want to join us?" Arthur said yes without an ounce of hesitation. "What's your poison?" You asked turning towards the bar again.

"Just what you're having, thanks." Arthur approached your father and the two hugged each other. Your dad looked over the moon to see him. A few minutes later you joined them at the table "Y/N, your father mentioned you were living in the city?"

"I was yeah, I moved here to continue with my research," you took a sip of your beer and glanced over to your father.

"What's your research?" Arthur asked.

"I'm a marine biologist," as soon as you said that you noticed Arthur's eyes light up "I'm recording how much litter, plastics in particular, is along our coastlines while trying to clear it up." Arthur's eyes glistened, he had heard of you and was sure Mera had mentioned a girl who was trying to clean up beaches.

"Amazing," he sent you a smile that gave you the good kind of goosebumps. "I admire you for doing that." You bashfully smiled and modestly waved off his complement. "Can I get you another?" He asked motioning towards your almost empty beer bottle.

"Sure, thank you. Dad, you want another?" You asked and he refused, telling the two of you to drink on. He was heading home for the night leaving you with Arthur. "So, what do you do?" You asked him.

Arthur smirked "Similar to you. I'm just trying to do my bit for the oceans."

"You're a marine biologist too?" You asked, taking another sip of beer.

"Uh of sorts, I guess," he replied leaving an air of mystery around him. "Perhaps I'll see you around, Y/N. Would be a privilege seeing a face like yours on the beach." He winked and bid you goodnight. You sat by the table with a slacked jaw. Did he just flirt with you? You glanced over your shoulder and watched the handsome stranger leave, whipping your head back round again when you noticed him looking back to you. You brought the bottle of beer to your lips with a smile.

The following day you were sitting on the white, golden sand on your beach towel writing down some notes. Even though the sky was a little dull, it was still a beautiful day. You glanced up when you heard sloshing in the water and saw Arthur emerge wearing nothing but deep green swim shorts. Your breath caught in your throat when you saw a multitude of beautiful tattoos etched onto his skin, each one hugging his unmissable muscles. "Whatcha doing?" He asked suddenly sitting next to you, droplets of water falling from his hair and beard.

"I uh-" you cleared your throat and showed him "Making notes of my research. I took some photos of the area and began cleaning up a bit this morning." You looked down to your notes and explained them to Arthur "I've been sending my findings to councils and businesspeople who could really help with cleaning up but," you sadly smiled "None of them listen no matter how loud I shout."

Arthur's eyes softened "I think what you're doing is incredible and I'm very thankful for it. I'm sure the ocean is too," he tried to reassure you with a pearly white smile. "If it's alright with you, could I have copies of what you've done? I think I might have a friend who can help you out."

"R-really?! Y-yeah!" You excitedly stood up "I can do that right now! My house is just there and I can email you my research." You motioned him to follow you. You picked up your towel, shook the sand off and without giving it a second thought, placed it over Arthur's shoulders "Sorry," your mouth nervously twitched upwards "But you must be freezing after that swim." Arthur stood in the one position for a moment with a lopsided grin on his face, watching you enter your house. He was starting to more than just admire what you did...he was starting to admire you.

Weeks turned into months and you were well underway with your research. Arthur had forwarded your emails to his friend- he still hadn't told you who it was- and aside from emails moving forward, your relationship with Arthur was too. There was no denying he was handsome, every time he stepped into the same room as you all air would whoosh out your lungs and you'd momentarily forget how to breathe. When Arthur saw you it felt like he was floating on the surface of the ocean. When he was with you he felt that same feeling of calmness and peace...a wholeness even. He was always two halves of a whole- land and sea. But when he felt the sea hugging his back and the air kissing his exposed skin, he felt whole. Wether he was on land or in the sea; he always felt like that when he thought of you.

"Are you busy tomorrow?" He asked out of the blue. He met you at the store and offered to carry your shopping and walk you home.

"I've got a little research to do in the morning and afternoon but I should be free anytime after five- six at the latest." You told him.

He stopped and handed over your shopping when you reached your place "Do you want to have dinner with me? Say around...seven thirty?"

You tried to play it cool but failed terribly, Arthur could have probably guessed your answer from how wide your smile was. "Yes! I would love to have dinner with you."

He scratched the back of his neck "Re-really? Great! I'll uh...see you then!" He waved you goodbye with a huge grin on his face.

The next day you took a sailboat out and sailed around the coast, taking more photos. You checked your watch, it was almost five so you decided to head back. There was a rumble of thunder around you and the tide changed quicker than you anticipated. Instead of heading back to shore you where being pulled out further to sea. You tried not to panic, you knew panicking would make the situation worse and if that happened you could make a silly mistake and that could be the difference between life or death. The rope holding your sail came loose and your vision was becoming blurry from the drops of rain on your eyelashes. A gust of wind caught you off guard and you lost control of the wheel, slipping on the wet deck and knocking yourself out cold.

Arthur checked his watch again. It was 8:15. Something was wrong. He pulled out his phone and dialled your dad who said he hadn't seen you all day, not since you went out on your little sailboat. Arthur's head snapped around upon hearing a crash of thunder, his stomach instantly dropping. He ran outside and was instantly drenched in the rain. The waves were smashing against the rocks, wild and recklessly. Without hesitating, Arthur ran towards the sea, ripping off his shirt and diving into the sea to find you.

You came to with a harsh gasp before coughing up a lungful of salty water. The boat had completely capsized and you had washed up on an rocky outcrop. You tried moving but a shooting pain spread throughout your leg. It was all cut and bleeding from where it had scraped off the rock. Another wave crashed against you, you thought all hope was lost until you saw something golden underneath the waters surface. You swore it was Arthur's face before your eyes completely shut over.

Arthur sat by your hospital bedside loosely holding your hand. You groaned before waking up, being greeted by bright, blinding light. "Arthur?" You squinted your eyes.

He stood up and smiled "Y/N! You're awake. You're in hospital. There was a storm and your boat capsized quite far out."

"I don't know if I'll make dinner," that made Arthur laugh and you managed to groggily laugh too.

"That's alright, we can have dinner anytime." Arthur brushed his fingers across your hairline "When I saw you out there with your leg all cut up, I was so worried. You passed out in my arms and I-" he rambled before snapping his mouth shut when he realised he had said too much.

You blinked away your surprise "I thought it was you..." you whispered "You're not like regular guys are you?"

"No, I'm not." He paused and looked at you through his lashes "Is that a bad thing?"

You smiled and leaned up in your bed "Most definitely not."

Your lips met in the middle. His had the faintest taste of salt on them.

•••

"Eventually the girl and the man from the sea got married. He found the most beautiful pearl in all the seven seas and had it put on a ring for her." You looked down at your daughter who's head was on your stomach, her eyes half hooded. "And then-"

"-And then they had a little girl and named her 'beautiful star of the sea' because she was just that." Meribella gasped and jumped out of bed.

"Daddy!" She squealed and Arthur picked her up. You smiled and he sent you a wink "We're almost finished our story!"

"Oh really?" He placed Meribella back in bed and sat on the other side of her so she was sandwiched between the two of you "'The Girl who fell in love with the Sea' is my favourite. Since I'm home early, I can take over from your mom?" He glanced up to you and you silently motioned for him to continue "The three of them lived happily ever after by the sea where it and the girl fell in love. The end."

"Time for bed," you stood up and kissed her forehead "Night night, sweetheart."

"Goodnight, jellyfish," a nickname Arthur had given her, you noticed him lightly wincing when Meribella hugged him but he still managed to smile and gently kiss her hair.

You ran Arthur a bath and he sunk into the hot water with a satisfied groan. "You've got to be more careful..." you warned and hugged him from behind. "Or I'll find Bruce Wayne and kick his ass myself for getting you into this state. I don't care if you got him on board with my research all those years ago- I don't want you getting hurt."

"Just a few bruises, nothing major," he kissed your wedding band and engagement ring "My pearl." He caressed your hands, his own freckled with water droplets.

"You're getting me wet," you pulled back your hands and moved to sit on the lip of the bathtub.

"You've never complained about that before," Arthur winked and you flicked water at him.

A peaceful silence filled the bathroom before you disturbed it "We're going to have to change the end of our story..." you trailed off and Arthur raised a brow. "The four of them lived happily ever after by the sea where it and the girl fell in love." Arthur's eyes softened and his lips parted with surprise, a drop of water falling off the end of his nose "And it's never the end. The story never ends, it just gets better."

Arthur extended his arms and pulled you into the bath close to him, you screamed while he peppered your face with kisses, moaning about your clothes getting wet. "We're pregnant? Again?" He asked in the quietest of voices. You nodded with a large grin and Arthur wrapped his arms around you, passionately kissing you "We're gonna need another nickname," he pressed his hand to your stomach "How about...squid?"

You agreed with a smile and sat down on top of him in the bath, your back pressed against his front as the two of you looked out over the beach and then to the deep blue sea beyond that...

[fertileimaginationvault]

Martha’s Day - Superbat DCEU series

Hello my fellow Superbat shippers! I hope you’re all doing alright.

 It's my first attempt at writing something about Superbat and I sincerely hope to be doing it right  and that you like it, of course.

I have plans to do a series of Superbat fanfictions, and this is the first post (I don’t know how many I’ll post, it will depend on the ideas that pop up in my head). I just want to warn you that the order of events is going to be a bit off (again, it's my head's fault that I have ideas out of the right order). I'll be happy to clear up any questions you may have about it. But first, let me establish a few things:

The "chapter” that I am posting today obviously happens on Mother's Day, almost two years after the events of the Justice League (2017).

Clark and Bruce have finally become friends, but they hide their true feelings for each other because they are afraid of ruining their friendship (it reads: because they are dumb).

I really like the idea of ​​the Wayne Mansion being rebuilt to become the Justice League headquarters, so I incorporated it into the story. Which means the league members will also appear.

What I wanted to see most about DCEU is the bat-kids, and they'll appear more on future posts because I love seeing Bruce being a dad, and I'd love to see them interacting with Clark.

I’ll give you more details about their relationship and what happened after the Justice League in the next post but I have not finished editing yet (the chapter is still too long and I'm still thinking whether to divide it into two parts or not).

I would like to apologize in advance for possible errors. English is not my first language.

I would also like to thank the kind people who encouraged me to post this. I've loved these characters since I was a child, and I was really excited about writing something about them, even though it’s fanfiction. And although today’s post is a litle sad, I hope you guys like it.

This “chapter” is dedicated to all who have lost their mothers and have a hard time during Mother’s Day and every day that their absence is felt the most (myself included). i’m sending my love to you all.

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It didn’t matter how many times Bruce had walked the path between the Manor and the Wayne family mausoleum, it always felt as if he was dragging chains along with him. It didn’t matter how many years had passed, it still felt the same, the pain piercing through his soul and the darkness clutching it. He stared at his parents’ crypts in silence holding the bouquet of white roses strong enough to feel the thorns entering his fingers and palm, through the wrapping paper around it, but he didn’t care. That was nothing compared to what Bruce went through for the last twenty years. He takes a deep breath, closing his eyes for a few seconds and opening them again, still unease. He thinks if he should say something as he used to do when he was younger, when he still dared to ask if his parents would be proud of him, of what he was doing in their memory.

Bruce didn’t know anymore, neither if they would or if he has even the right to ask. Specially on this particular day... He wondered if he could cry even after all this time, but the tears were stuck somewhere inside of him just like the rest of his emotions and everything else that resembled the faintest evidence of weakness. He stayed there, silent, holding the bouquet of white roses, still thinking if he should put them in the vase hanging on the marble wall beside his mother’s crypt or not.

He couldn’t say how long he had stayed there, and again, he didn’t care. He doesn’t even flinch either when realizes he’s not alone. Someone was outside. Bruce could see them through the crack of one of the heavy iron doors of the mausoleum that was ajar, conflicting about getting in or just staying in the private graveyard outside.

“You can come in, Clark” he managed to say, his voice sounding hoarse but not as annoyed as he liked to be. That always happened when Clark was around, he could never truly push him away.

“I’m sorry, I-I didn’t want to disturb you” Clark walked in, voice low, taking each step carefully, almost ritualistic as if his existence in that place was disrespectful by itself. He stopped beside Bruce.

“I thought you were in Smallville for the day.” Bruce didn’t care to look at him, his dark eyes still lingering on his mother’s name printed in bronze on the marble surface of her crypt.

“I was,” Clark answered, looking at Bruce, examining his friend dressed in a three piece suit as if he was ready for a board meeting or a dinner at The Plaza. Clark knew the reason for Bruce being so well dressed and the knowledge of it made his heart clench, “I spent the day with Ma, actually. I just came back to the Manor.”

Bruce glanced around, realizing the deeming of the sunlight inside the mausoleum. The sun was setting behind the trees and the figure of Saint Michael in the stained glass could hardly be seen, finally giving him notion of time.

“Bruce,” Clark started, also struck by realization, “how long have you been here?”

“I don’t know... A few hours, maybe...” Bruce let it out in whisper, even though knowing Clark would hear, “I just woke up and came here to…”

Clark waited for Bruce to finish his sentence but he never did. He just stayed there beside the other man, making company to his silence. He knew how hard that was to Bruce, specially considering what day it was. Clark knew how that felt, how certain dates could be more difficult to “celebrate” than the others. Birthdays, holidays, always making it hurt a little more that the usual. Bruce didn’t need to finish explaining why he was there, Clark already knew. But he would still wait as much as necessary for Bruce to finally find his strength to say anything at all. He wouldn’t move an inch away from his friend.

“I’m not a child anymore,” Bruce finally managed to say, breaking their silence.

“I know.” Clark nodded, still waiting for his conclusion.

“It’s has been more than thirty years,” he continues.

“I know.” Clark is still nodding without saying more, giving Bruce all the space he needs to keep going.

“I’ve been keeping my promise, I’ve been taking care of Gotham... I’ve been trying to help as many people as I can… I- I’ve built a family of my own now... And yet I don’t understand…”

Clark stares at Bruce to find him staring back, his brown eyes glistening with the presence of tears that would be hidden in any minute, only Clark being able to see. Clark remains silent, giving Bruce all the time he needs, fighting the urge to hold the other man in his arms. He knew it wouldn’t be welcomed, so he stayed where he was, patiently waiting for Bruce to let the words out once and for all.

“I don’t understand… why does it still hurts?” Bruce closed his hands into fists, letting the thorns of the white roses sink into his fingers and palm again, hanging his head down. He starts to take deep breaths in an attempt to subside the feeling of anger and helplessness coming over him.

Clark wanted more than anything to hug Bruce at the moment, to take him away from that mausoleum, from all that pain and suffering he had to face throughout the years. However, Clark knew he wasn’t allowed to do so. Bruce wasn’t like Clark, who liked being touched when experiencing an emotional breakdown, the warmth of physical contact always bringing him peace. Bruce, on the other hand, always kept his distance even when he needed to be touched, to be held in someone’s arms. Clark wished he could change that about Bruce but he couldn’t. So he stays by Bruce’s side, listening to everything his friend has to say.

“People always say it gets better with time,” Bruce finally manages to speak, however, his voice was shaken, trying to get the words out before he would burst into tears, “That time heals everything. That it hurts less after a while…” he shakes his head, “It has been more than a while, Clark... Why does it still hurts like it was yesterday?”

“Because you love them,” Clark said without thinking twice, his voice heavy with understanding. He had himself a grave to visit, a wound that would never properly heal. That would always hurt the same even after all those years.

“Because they shouldn’t have gone so soon” Clark continued, worried if he was saying that more to himself than to Bruce, “Because you miss them and wish they were here to see you become the man you were supposed to be; because you wish they were here to see that you’re a father now. To see your children, the family you built on your own.” Clark now was staring at the ground, unable to look at Bruce, only letting the words find their way out of his mouth. He hoped he wasn’t trespassing by saying them. He swallowed before facing Bruce again, waiting for his reaction. “That’s not the kind of wound that fades away. It’s the kind we learn to live with.”

Bruce took his eyes from Clark to his parents’ crypts again, processing Clark’s words as if suddenly everything made sense. And he knew it did. If there was something Bruce knew very well was that losing a parent (or both of them) and losing a child were the worst things a person could go through. He would never stop hurting from it. He would never fill the hole left in his soul by their absence. That was a fact he would have to accept. A wound he should have known how to live with.

“I wish I could have done something…” Bruce whispered, once again feeling helpless and angry.

“I know.” Clark nodded, still waiting to hear more.

“I would have stopped it if I could.”

“I know.”

Bruce breathed deeply once again, trying to keep himself steady.

“There is so much I wish I could have told her… None of our conversations seemed to be enough…” He took another deep breath to finish his sentence, “when she was gone.”

“You can do it, now” Clark tilted his head to the marble wall with the crypts of the members of the Wayne family, “If you still want to.”

Bruce raised a brow to him, then letting out a sigh.

“She’s not here, Clark” he muttered, “There’s nothing left of her anymore…”

“Maybe not,” Clark agreed with him, “or maybe she is listening from somewhere else,” he tilted his head back as if looking through the ceiling to the night sky beginning to show, and maybe he was, “I always talk to Pa when I visit him.”

“And you believe he’s somewhere else listening to you?” Bruce did his best not to sound sardonic, but he couldn’t help it. Gone was the time when he still believed in such things.

“Bruce, I’m an alien who flies and shoots lasers from the eyes. I died and came back to life,” Clark replied narrowing his eyes in annoyance, “I don’t think I have the luxury of being skeptical about anything else.”

“Fair enough.” Bruce conceded.

“Look, I know Pa is not physically there when I talk to him, and that he can’t actually reply anything I say but…” Clark paused for a couple of seconds, then looking right at Bruce who was watching him curious, “You don’t do it to hear their answers right away, you do it because it brings you comfort. Because while you talk, you’ll be seeing things and even yourself through their eyes. The answers will come, eventually. It might take a while but they always do.”

Bruce was silent, once again processing Clark’s words. He looked down at his hand holding the bouquet of white roses, seeing the blood stains in the wrapping paper, hoping Clark didn’t.

“I wouldn’t know where to start.”

“Do you mind if I talk to her?” Clark asked Bruce with a warm smile but still tentative, trying once again not to trespass any of his boundaries.

“Do you want to talk to my mother’s grave?” Of course he wants, Bruce thought, of course Clark would talk to his dead mother just to make him feel better because that’s what Clark Kent does.

“You think she won’t like me?” although Clark’s smile was present, Bruce noticed the concern in his voice and couldn’t help but feeling amused by it and by the way Clark said “she won’t like me” instead of “she wouldn’t”. That was Clark Kent ladies and gentlemen, easily going through the barriers Bruce constantly tried to build between them, being the kindest person possible to exist in this earth, even in a moment like that. Specially in a moment like that.

“No,” he managed to say, while trying to keep his heart and mind steady before Clark’s inquiring gaze, “I think it would be quite the opposite.”

Seeing Clark’s grin widen with that response surely made Bruce feel warmer inside, even though he wasn’t hoping to feel nothing of the sort that day in particular.

“So, it’s best to give her the gift you just brought, what do you think?” Clark gestured to the bouquet on Bruce’s hand.

Bruce blinked at him, raising his hand with the bouquet at the level of his chest.

“Bruce…” Clark examined the blood stains on the wrapping paper around the bouquet only with his vision. He didn’t dare to touch Bruce yet. He wouldn’t do anything without his permission. Even if all he wanted was to touch Bruce’s bruised hand in an attempt to make all of that pain go away.

“I came here to put some flowers in the vase for her...” Bruce said, finally finishing what he started to explain minutes ago but failed, “She always liked white roses.”

“Can I?” Clark reached his hands for the bouquet, again, waiting for Bruce’s permission.

“Y-yes.” Bruce handed the bouquet to Clark as if it was a burden he couldn’t stand carrying anymore. His brown eyes, pleading against Clark’s blue gemstones that stared at him so understanding when taking the flowers from his hands.

Clark carefully took off the bloodstained wrapping paper, holding the roses with his bare hands. Their thorns would hurt his skin anyway. He deposited the flowers in the vase hanging on the marble wall and began arranging them as in an ornamental vase. Clark has done that many times so his mother wouldn’t hurt herself when they have to replace the flowers on his father’s grave. He wondered how many times Bruce have done this alone for the past thirty years and wished he was there to keep him from hurting his hands too.

Bruce did nothing but stare at Clark carefully arranging the flowers in the vase beside his mother’s crypt, as if it was a ritual. He usually doesn’t let anyone join him when visiting his parents, specially in dates like this, except for Alfred who rarely comes along to keep him company. However, at that moment he was glad for having Clark there beside him.

“Done. They look beautiful this way.” Clark said, looking satisfied with his work, then placing himself beside Bruce again and turning to the face Martha Wayne’s crypt ornate with the white roses. He gives a step forward and clears his throat, “Hm… Hello Mr and Mrs Wayne, I’m Clark Kent, I’m a friend of your son’s” he started, fidgeting a little before continuing, Bruce couldn’t believe he was nervous for talking to his dead parents who couldn’t even listen to him.

“I know, he never brought none of his friends here and it probably made you think that he doesn’t have any friends but... he has me” Clark turned his eyes to Bruce, smiling, then turning to the marble crypt again, “Well, not just me, he has more friends. He has the kids and Alfred… Oh, and Ma… my mother, I mean” he was rubbing the back of his neck, like really having a conversation with the Waynes. Bruce couldn’t help but letting his lips curve in a little smirk with the sight, “It’s interesting that you two share the same name... I truly believe you’d get along very welI, considering what your sons’ job is. Even though I don’t think sharing our baby pictures would do good for our reputations...” Clark chuckled at the thought.

“Anyway, Mrs Wayne, I just wanted to wish you a happy mother’s day. I assure you that Bruce is being taken care of, specially by Alfred and Ma. I swear, someday I’ll get home and find that she replaced me with him as her son, really.” he grinned at Bruce who was still staring at him filled with amusement, “She loves him very much. We all do.” Clark found himself smiling saying those words, without worrying about what Bruce would think of them. Bruce need to hear, even if they were disguised. Even if that was everything Clark could do at the moment to let his feelings show.

“And I also wanted to thank you.” He cleared his throat, turning his attention to the marble crypt, “I’m sure Bruce wouldn’t be the person he is today if it weren’t for having an amazing mother by example. He’s a good man, a good father and a good friend. He is the kind of person who always thinks of others before himself and is always trying to make other people’s lives better. I believe he got this qualities from you and from Mr Wayne as well. And, of course, from Alfred. I hope to talk to you again soon, I promise to come visit often… if Bruce allows me. I hope you’re having a great mother’s day wherever you may be listening to us.”

Clark took the step back to Bruce’s side, still not sure if his efforts have borne some fruit until turning his gaze to the other man. Clark startled at the tears streaming from Bruce’s eyes and set himself even closer to him, still not sure if he would be allowed to touch Bruce but letting their shoulders touch, giving something for Bruce to lean on if he needed.

They stayed like that for a few seconds without saying a word. Bruce taking deep breaths while the tears kept streaming down his face. A silent sob, repressed even, but still better than not feeling anything at all. Clark murmured, asking if he was okay, and Bruce nodded in response, wiping his face before looking at him.

“It’s been a long time since I’ve done this. Talk to them.” Bruce’s voice sound weak through the tears.

“I’ll leave you alone so you can talk to them” Clark said, softly as if he was talking to a child, before turning his way to the mausoleum door.

“Thank you.” Bruce said, holding Clark’s hand so he would turn back.

Clark stopped on his feet and turned to look at Bruce, surprised by his gesture but glad at the same time.

“I’ll be waiting outside if you need me,” he smiled again, squeezing Bruce’s hand before letting go, feeling his own strangely cold afterwards, “Bye Mrs Wayne. Bye, Mr Wayne.”

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Clark stayed in the private graveyard inside the Wayne Estate, waiting. He didn’t dare to eavesdrop Bruce’s conversation with his parents, so he took a walk between the gravestones outside, near the great Wayne mausoleum. Clark knew how hard this day must be to Bruce. Father’s day was never a pleasant day to him as well, and if he had lost Ma too, Clark definitely would be as hurt as Bruce was at the moment. Clark was grateful for having his mother around. He knew Bruce had Alfred too and knowing that was enough to hope at least the old butler could cross Bruce’s boundaries without being pushed away like the others.

Bruce had so many walls around his heart, sometimes Clark wondered how could he even breath. Clark was hopeful to someday break one by one until there was only him and Bruce, with nothing in between. He just couldn’t see that happening any soon. However, at least that moment represented a improvement in their relationship. Clark knew that being allowed by Bruce’s side in such vulnerable moment was a big deal. He knew what meant to be allowed inside Bruce’s family mausoleum, what meant for Bruce to share his grief with Clark like that. He was glad to be there, to be by his side, and would stay there until Bruce decided he didn’t need him anymore. Since it was everything he was allowed to do.

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Minutes later, he saw Bruce coming out from the mausoleum, closing the heavy iron doors behind him. Clark paced towards him, so they could walk back to the Manor.

They walked in silence for a while taking in the sight of the lights of the Wayne Manor. The Boys and Steph were there waiting for them. Barry was there too. Clark could see them gathered in the media room, arguing about what movie they should watch on Netflix this time. Alfred was in the kitchen preparing them snacks.

“Feeling better?” Clark turned his eyes to examine Bruce.

“Yes.” Bruce’s voice was hoarse due to how much he cried, but he still wasn’t willing to show it. His head hanged low, facing the ground as they walked away from the private graveyard.

“It always works.” Clark said in return, bumping his shoulders on Bruce's..

They kept walking in silence across the garden. They were halfway through the trail of gravel past the main fountain in the middle of the garden when Bruce stopped walking.

“About what you said…” Bruce managed to speak, finally lifting his head to face Clark.

“You mean, about visiting your parents?” Clark turned to face Bruce, concerned about having trespassed.

“You don’t have to-” Bruce tried to say, to thank Clark for his kindness when Clark interrupted him.

“I know. But like I said, I already promised to Mrs Wayne I would, so…” Clark shrugged, trying to assure Bruce that’s okay, that he didn’t need to do that alone. Not anymore.

“Clark…” Bruce tried again but Clark stepped even closer, taking Bruce’s hand with his own.

“Bruce, if you want company whenever you visit your parents, I'll be more than happy to be by your side,” he squeezed Bruce’s hand as the words left his mouth, as if trying to tell him something more. Really telling something more and praying Bruce would understand, “But I’ll do it only if you allow me.”

“Thank you, again.” Bruce ran his hand to hold closer into Clark’s in response. Maybe he did understand.

“Don’t mention it.” Clark’s grin made Bruce feel warmer inside for the second time that day.

They stayed in each other’s eyes, talking without saying a word. Clark didn’t care if he was letting his true feelings show at the moment, Bruce had to know he wasn’t alone. He would always be there, ready to hold Bruce’s hand when he needed.

Bruce tried to keep his heart steady, hoping Clark wouldn’t listen how it quickened when their hands touched but at the same time hoping he had. Clark was staring at him with such loving eyes, being so careful since they were in the mausoleum… He only wanted to be worthy of all of this.

“The kids must be home.” Bruce finally broke their gaze, turning to the windows of the Manor.

“They are.” Clark did the same, clearing his throat, “Barry is there too.”

“Of course…” Bruce mused about what that meant. Of course Barry was at the Manor too. He wasn’t the only one there who lost his mother. Barry and his children also knew the weight of a day like this.

“They told me where you were” Clark explained, “Dick said, I’m quoting this by the way, ‘Today is the day when all the orphans who live in this house should be gathered in a giant sofa, eating junk and watching movies’ and I think he’s right, though.”

“Are you staying tonight?” Bruce asked, wondering if he sounded too eager for Clark’s response.

“Sure.” Clark shrugged, trying to sound casual, but happy being allowed to stay “I mean, if you want to...”

“I do.” Bruce let his mouth form a little smile, only for Clark to see.

“Good.” Clark beamed at him, “They wouldn’t let me skip a movie night anyway.”

Bruce chuckled briefly, letting himself be embraced by the sound of Clark's laugh, feeling his heart lighter. It was always like this when Clark was around.

They started to walk again. They were still holding hands.

“Bruce?” Clark called as they got near the entrance.

“Yes?”

“Ma asked me to tell you next year she wants you, the kids and Alfred in the farm for a Mother’s Day lunch. And that’s not up for debate.”

“I’ll see what I can do.” Bruce nodded.

“No, Bruce. That’s. Not. Up. For. Debate.” Clark said, looking genuinely worried, “You don’t know how much I had to hear from her because I showed up today without you. You’re going next year and this year’s Thanksgiving too. I don’t want to have to show up there without you again and she suddenly decides I don’t get to eat the turkey.”

“Alright,” Bruce conceded, amused by the nearly terror in Clark’s eyes, “We’ll be there.”

“I swear to God, sometimes I think Ma loves you more than she loves me.” He pouted, faking annoyance .

“I strongly believe the fact that I’m her favorite person might get you jealous.” Bruce said a little smug for seeing Clark pouting.

They passed through the door. Their hands still entwined. None of them in a hurry to let go.

“Nah.” Clark chuckled, rubbing the back of his head, and turning to give Bruce one of his heart stopping smiles, “Actually, I’m glad she likes you.”

For the first time that day, Bruce allowed himself to truly smile when said, “Me too.”

[parkerscupcake]

introductions!

hiya everyone! it’s parkerscupake! the official account! i’ve been a longtime user of tumblr for a while now and i went on a little hiatus and changed my url to (fuckyou-imspiderman) but now i’m back as myself once more! if y’all dont know me, my name is ambahr! here’s a couple things about me seeing as we are starting over!

what to know about me!

my name is ambahr! i also go by astrid and ambs!

i love writing, mostly in the marvel fandom and sometimes venturing off into the holland fandom! but yes, i do various types of writing on here

i have been writing since i was in middle school, and started off on wattpad then ventured into the world of tumblr (and yes, i do still do writing on wattpad and under this same username! link here)

i went away for a while due to some personal issues but now i am back for good

i always do sleepover nights once every two weeks! which basically means i take requests for mini blurbs, writing pieces, etc

i did lose most of my followers so if you guys remember my old acc, please do me a favor and repost this on your account! i would greatly appreciate it!

i am currently taking requests for blurbs, big writing pieces and if you guys wanna be characters for new series, please please please let me know asap! send me an ask and i’ll get back to you! (link here)

[inagetawaycarxo]

Birthday Headcanon: {Barry}

A/n: Since it’s my birthday on Wednesday. I decide to do bday hcs.Also, I'll be posting these all week. Since there is a long ass list. if I miss your fav character just message me.

Barry being super excited.

Planning everything a week before.

Making breakfast for you.

Barry filling the room with ballons, that have photos of you’s together hanging on the string.

Spoiling you.

Lots of party streamers.

Barry giving you flowers.

Barry throwing you a surprise party.

Barry basically hugging you/ kissing you all day.

when the party is finally over, you’s both go home.

Barry making a romantic dinner.

Passionate sex.

[starspatter]

Saving Today

Title: Saving Today

Fandom/Universe: Wonder Woman/Justice League (DCEU)

Summary: For two people, the time that froze slowly starts to move again.

Rating: PG

Genre: Hurt/Comfort/Friendship/Romance

Word Count: 2,519

AO3 and ff.net links. I read in an interview that Henry Cavill thought Superman's answer to the kids' question at the beginning of the movie would be "Love", which fits well with the theme of WW. (Personally I expected there to be a bookend of Superman's response at the end of the film, and to be something along the lines of "anyone can be a hero/take his place", but I accept that it was left open to interpretation and so did the same here.)

“What’s the best thing about planet earth?”

Superman pauses, taken aback.  Deliberating deep, he meditates off to the distance, squinting at the sky. Into infinite blue space, the place where he once came from.  The sun and source of all of his strength, of life and warmth and cheer.  Soaking it in as he ponders, selecting his words carefully, then smiles.

-

Diana switches off the recording, leaning back from her laptop as she peers towards the photo propped on her desk.  Her fingers extend out, ghosting over the glass, running faint along the gray and grainy faces of ghosts long gone from this world.  Longingly.

“What do you think, Steve? Is he right?”

In lieu of an answer, her phone starts to ring.  Glancing at the Caller ID, she sighs at such inconvenient timing.

It’s true what they say about little boys: Once you share with them, they won’t ever leave you alone.

-

“I want to show you something.”

She trails behind as Wayne guides her through the entry hall of the old, abandoned building.  A cathedral-esque monument, stone worn and sagging with the weight of age on its foundations, yet still standing proud as a testament to time.  Her echoing heels click across the concrete, littered with dust and doves taken roost amongst shattered chandeliers, sent aflutter as soon as the grand doors fling open wide to its central atrium.  Feathers float down from the few decorative hangers still suspended above, dangling crystal shards and stars overhead as they refract shafts of light streaming through the curtains, filtered red and white and gold.

“Must be 100… 150 feet.”

Her host declares with gusto, gazing eagerly around the empty room like a child opening his presents on Christmas day.  An artist before his blank canvas, envisioning masterful brush strokes of an image yet to come into being.

“Must be.”

The butler beside resounds the obvious, with all the clearly learned patience of humoring his master’s many whims.

“Big round table – six chairs – right there.”

Bruce indicates vaguely before him, as Alfred sports an unsurprised smirk, merely grunting softly in acknowledgment.  She struts between the two, chiming in with the words on all their minds:

“…But room for more.”

-

Later, by the lake. Where they walked before, and she spoke of the Motherboxes, of the history of mankind, and their ancestors’ alliance with Amazons and merfolk – and more.  Where he told her not to count on the “tribes of men”, but instead to ask people they didn’t know to risk their lives, and battle beside them for the fate of the world.  To place her faith in the hands of total strangers. To lead again, after what happened to…

“Did you want one?”

“What?”

Diana startles out of her reverie.  She sees Bruce pointing at an ice cream cart by the park path, predictably surrounded by a crowd of kids clamoring for their parents to purchase them frozen treats. Compared to the peaceful environs of their prior private conversation, a part of her prefers the bustling scene during peak hours, as an energetic jogger sprints past, followed by a couple happily holding hands…

“Probably because they’re together.”

“You were staring at it for a long while.  I’ll buy you one if you want.”

Diana shakes her head.

“No, that’s all right. Thank you.”

“Please, allow me,” he insists, reaching for his (no doubt overflowing) wallet.  “As an apology, for the things I said before…”  He hesitates.  “About Steve Trevor.”

She gives him a sidelong glimpse, gauging sincerity.

“You already apologized, Bruce.  You don’t need to do anything more.  Besides,” she breathes a low exhale.  “You were right.  I’ve been using Steve’s memory as a crutch, preventing me from doing the thing I came here to do: Make the world a better place.  Even now,” she confesses quietly, “I have my doubts about returning to be a part of a ‘team’ again.  To step back into the spotlight after all these years…”

She looks out over the still surface of the lake, hugging arms to her breasts in conflict as Bruce heeds her air uncertainties (understanding perhaps all too well).

“You know, I bet an ice cream will make you feel better,” he quirks a grin, coaxing gently.  “C’mon, my treat.”

Admittedly, she can’t help but be amused by his persistence.  Thus despite her reservations, she relents.

“All right,” she agrees at last with a laugh.  “But only if you join me.”

Bruce blanches a bit at the reverse requisite, backpedaling.

“Oh, I uh-” he coughs, belatedly recognizing his own hypocrisy.  “I don’t really eat sweets.”

She doesn’t need to ask to know the answer why.  She can tell just by looking: From the beginning, it was evident that this was a man who’s denied himself the simple joys in life for so long, ostensibly as part of his dedicated crusade for “justice”.  But even underneath that strict self-disciplining façade, a pristine pretense of devotion to one’s trade – the “mission”, as he calls it – it’s easy to discern the raw regret buried deep down; no Lasso of Truth necessary to reveal that much.

“To be honest,” he muses, marveling as if in awe at his own self-realization, “I don’t think I’ve eaten ice cream since I was eight years old.”

“And I haven’t had it in over 100 years,” she rejoins, teasingly rolling her eyes.  “Your point being?”

Bruce rubs the back of his neck, unable to argue with such effective (if extreme) logic being thrown back at him.

“Guess this’ll be a renewed experience for both of us then,” he chuckles, conceding defeat.

They take two scoops: vanilla for her and chocolate for him.  As promised, he pays for her fare.

Etta would be proud, Diana thinks to herself as she tentatively ventures her tongue to taste the delicacy, daring but a delicate dab at first. If only she were here to see as well.  Bold and ever-buoyant despite the loss of her own beloved employer, the bubbly redhead had unabashedly invited her many times to partake in parfaits (no doubt as a benevolent effort to brighten her spirits, albeit framed as but an affable gesture between friends), but she’d always declined, feeling such indulgent fluff forbidden while the wound in her heart was still fresh. Perhaps now, after all this time, she could stand to stomach the superficial associations and permit herself pleasure for once instead of sorrow.

As soon as she bites into the savory snow-white sweetness, rich and airy as a cloud of cream, the dizzying memories melt in her mouth.  Of swaying under a flurry of flakes as people laughed and sang around them, safe and sound after their town had been liberated by a band of heroes.  Of hands grazing tender across her cheek, his lips on hers like the heat of a match spark, kindling tinder in their hearts.  Of a pinned paper princess, watching her steadfast tin soldier go up in flames, wishing to dance with him just once more…

She stops, swallows sugar mixed with salt.  Peeking over at her partner, she observes his own hand halted, cone hovering far from his feeding orifice as dark brown droplets drip down the sides.

“You haven’t touched yours.”

“Huh?”  He blinks.  “Oh…  Sorry, guess I got distracted.”

She traces the direction of his sight, sensing it focused on a particular familial pair nearby: a small boy and his father, as the former tugs on the taller’s sleeve, begging for his favorite flavor.  The man obliges, ruffling his son’s scalp as he gleefully laps up the goodie.  Diana notes Bruce’s grip tighten on his own confectionary, contemplative wrinkles written on his countenance.  A visage veiled with wistful mist.  His eyes are remote, ruminating; like black moons eclipsed by smoke, seemingly somewhere else.

Diana knows that look. She’s seen it in tears of Lois Lane as she cradled her lost love in her limbs (reflecting her own when she witnessed the explosion that took Steve Trevor away from her), crying and kissing his cold skin repeatedly as if it could somehow bring him back to life. ��In Martha Kent’s grief at Clark’s – not Superman’s – funeral. …In the mourning of mothers and fathers whose sons never came home from the war.

She knows, he’s lost someone dear to him as well.  It’s forecast in his features, the heavy hunch of his shoulders, bearing an invisible burden on his back.  In the way he watches the two amble away, reuniting with a waiting woman by the water, who welcomes her young with open arms.

It’s no wonder who it was. She saw the suit in the cave, tailored to fit someone of slighter stature.  A costume further customized to fulfill some clown’s sick idea of a joke, defaced with gratuitous graffiti to taunt its presumed maker.  Memorialized in its case (or perhaps more accurately a casket, in this case) like an artifact in a museum.  Doesn’t take much guesswork to connect the gaps, and she deals with historical analysis of such findings on a daily basis.  She doesn’t know the details (nor does she desire to pry), but she can conclude there was another presence there to fill it, once.  …And then there wasn’t.

And yet…  He continues to fight.  For Gotham, for the world, and for his fellow comrades – fallen though they may be.  While a part of her was paralyzed stiff by the all too painful parallels of Superman’s heroic sacrifice, he didn’t let that deter him either, spurring to action instead. To honor his memory by stubbornly seeking out and recruiting those that could take his place.  (…Granted, guilt got to him eventually, to the point of attempting something so implausible that she could hardly believe it even worked.)

…Meanwhile, what has she been doing?  Hiding away in the shadows for a century?  As much as she correctly pointed out Bruce’s personal agenda to absolve himself of blame, he’d retorted right back at her how she’d been holding herself back out of remorse.  …And he was right.  Loathe as she was to announce it aloud, if there was one thing they apparently shared in common, it was their mutual inability to move on.

Maybe it was time to change all that.

She taps his elbow to draw his attention, smiling as she suggests:

“Why don’t we bring some back for Barry?”

Bruce bats his lids in confusion, then seems to light up at the proposal.

“That’s a good idea.  Kid’s like a trash compactor.  I swear he ate almost everything in the manor when he was there.  Alfred complained about having to order more food when he just went grocery shopping.  Speaking of which, remind me to install a fridge at the site.  We’ll need to have supplies handy in order to keep up with his metabolism.”

He approaches the snack stand again, and while its vendor is somewhat stunned by the volume of the request, nevertheless can’t say no to the number of bills being waved in his face and hands over a whole carton.  Bruce beams in satisfaction as he carries it in the crook of one limb, the other still occupied with his original serving, leaving the delighted peddler to count the (many times over) earnings from his secondary sale.  They resume their stroll along the promenade, enjoying their well-deserved desserts whilst Diana listens to her companion carry on about his plans for the “Justice League”, as they’d decided to dub themselves.  There’s a fevered enthusiasm to his tone that she’s sure must have been absent for a long time, and while he’s still a man of many mysteries to her, she finds she doesn’t mind being in the close company of a “stranger” again.  …No, not a stranger.  A teammate.  Someone she’s stood beside in combat (against a conqueror of planets no less), whom she can trust to have her back – and vice-versa.

Who knows.  Perhaps someday he’ll even tell her his story.

And maybe one day she’ll tell him hers.

-

Morning.  Across the pond.  She wakes up. Has breakfast.  Reads the paper.  There’s a major front page headline that catches her eye, about a recent string of museum robberies all across Europe, having now just hit the Louvre. Hitting home.  Before, she wouldn’t have bothered a second thought, believing it none of her business.  (Or rather, not worth garnering too much awareness from the public eye over.)  It was only petty theft after all.  Nothing the Paris police couldn’t handle.  …But then again, priceless antiques were her business, weren’t they?  She had a duty to protect the precious works of art she and others had worked so hard to preserve and maintain.  Besides, as a man once chided her when she temporarily “borrowed” one of his toys: “Stealing’s not polite.”

She places the parchment down, and pupils slide pensively towards the framed picture once again.  Her lips spread as she presses her palm to them, passing fondness on to his behind the pane.

“We saved the world, Steve.  And now I’m going out to save the day.”  With a wink, she turns to fetch her sword and shield.

“Wish me luck.”

-

“Look, it’s Wonder Woman!”

The warrior rotates as a group of youngsters gather excitedly around her, expression widening warmly as she gingerly restores the carved effigy back to its box.  Behind her, uniformed authorities diligently jot down dictation of the already apprehended culprits as they recount exactly how they stole the statuette – amongst numerous other rare and exotic items.  Coming completely clean to every single unresolved crime their gang was behind, courtesy of the compulsion of the radiant rope binding them – even up to and including the minor sin of pinching biscuits from grandmother’s jar at age nine.

Meanwhile, the animated adolescents similarly interrogate their idol, keen interest abundant as they bombard her with an assortment of rapid questions.

“Can I please have your autograph?”

“Is it true you come from an island of all girls?”

“Are you really over 100 years old?”

“Have you ever fought a dinosaur?”

“Um, what’s your favorite ice cream flavor?”

At the last inquiry, the lady’s eyes lower to meet those of the auburn-haired lass, shining up at her with cat-like curiosity.  Her crest is crowned with a black band like a tiara, and a pair of cute kitten ears aptly poke out from her curls, ringlets reminiscent of someone from long ago.

The hero mulls over the query for a moment, considering it with as much momentous import as any other.  It was a tough decision after all, what with so many options to pick from.  (But then “variety is the spice of life”, as they say.  Who would she even be if she stayed the same always, and never tried something new?  To see the beauty of this planet and everything it had to offer with her own eyes, meet and get to know its inhabitants?  Strive to both inspire and learn from their forever changing society, love and cherish and defend – no matter how scared she was of losing them in the end.)

…Finally, she makes her choice – and smiles.

[themultiimagines]

Mind if I?

A/N: I just want to write fluff I’m so sorry

You knew about Diana Prince. You knew she was a superhero, she was a powerful woman and you had the biggest crush on this Amazonian. You met her through Batman, one of your colleagues. He trusted you the most and it went both ways. He saved your life multiple times and you owe your life to him, so you help him fight crime.

You're a badass yourself (not to toot your own horn). You learned martial arts from Bruce and he helped you with your fitness, making you feel better emotionally and physically. You weren’t a side kick, that was Robin’s job, what you were was independent.

You didn’t like to join the justice league or fight along side Batman (most of the time), you loved to pick your own battles until Wonder woman came along.

“brothers and sisters of the justice league, meet (Y/N) or known as (Y/SH/N). She is not part of the justice league but will help out from time to time.” Immediately Barry gets up and runs to you and picking you up.

“hi (Y/N)! I’ve heard all about you and I’m so excited to work with you!” He talked fast, how ironic. He swung you around a couple times and you couldn’t help but laugh, you already knew you were gonna like him as a friend. You never noticed though, the tall brunette standing in the corner with a laced dress colored with white and blue, watching the conference from the side.

You took a glance at her and gave her a shy smile. She returned the smile with a large grin and you felt your heart flutter. You turn to Bruce who was looking at you and you frowned.

“Who is that in the corner?” You ask in a hushed tone. He turned his head to the large woman and chuckled.

“that’s Diana Prince, a.k.a Wonder woman.” You gasp, feeling a shiver go down your spine. You didn’t even realize your favorite hero was in the same room as you.

Diana walked out of the corner when she heard her name and swiftly moved to greet you.

“Hello, I am Diana of Themyscira, or formally known as Diana Prince and it’s wonderful to meet you.” She put out her hand and you eagerly took it, but something felt off about shaking her hand. It was so right to hold it, her hands were soft and her fingers long and grip was strong. Unlike your calloused hands that we’re usually red from so much training.

Her large brown eyes kept boring into you like she was reading your soul. Your face went red like you were embarrassed she would find out something bad about you.

“No need to be shy, we are both here for the same reason.” You bit your lip, eager to say something but it would be too risky. You noticed Diana’s eyes flickered to your lips constantly as she looked at your face. You noted that.

—-

For the next several weeks you trained with her. She made you work your ass off, you knew Diana wasn’t messing around when you came back home to Bruce, feeling like you broke every bone in your body.

“Jesus (Y/N), what happened to you?”

“I trained with Diana,” you reply lazily. He laughs, walking to grab something and coming back.

“what’s so funny?” You ask, slowly sitting on the couch, a loud groan escaping you as you sit.

“it’s just I’ve never seen her warm up this fast with someone. She joined the league almost a year ago and she’s barely warmed up to me or Aquaman. But you, I think she likes you.”

You go the color maroon, your stomach clenching and feeling high when he tells you that.

“R-really?” You couldn’t help but grin.

“well yeah, she’s already training you, next thing is you two getting married.” It was meant as a joke, but some part of you took it very literally.

“Is she gay?” You blurt out, not being able to hold back. Bruce quirks an eyebrow at you, knowing the sign.

“Well no, she’s actually bisexual because she has dated both men and women, but the real question is why do you want to know?”

Batman knew you through and through, like the back of his hand, so it was no big surprise he knew you liked Wonder woman a lot.

“I was just wondering…”

“bullshit (Y/N)!” He laughed, crossing his arms and shaking his head. You clench your jaw, trying not to blush even more, but you knew your ears and neck were also red by now so there was no hiding it.

“I bet she likes you too,” he said, winking. You roll your eyes, you wanted to believe it but you couldn’t get your hopes up. As you got back up to walk away you realized he was on the phone. You frowned, narrowing your eyes at him.

“Hello, Diana! I’d like to ask if you are free this weekend?” You almost fell over hearing what he said and you wanted to scream at him, not needing his help.

You heard say yes from the other line and he grins at you devilishly.

“(Y/N) was wondering if you’d like to go with her to a nice dinner.” Yup, you were going to faint.

You hear her giggle happily like she was waiting for you to want that and you are pretty sure your heart stopped.

“id love to! Tell her to meet me at 8 Friday.” He thanked her then hung up.

“What the hell Bruce!” You growled, but another part of you loved he did it. He laughed as he put his phone down and looked down at you.

“I just got you a date, get ready for Friday.”

—-

Oh god oh god oh god. It was 7:30 and you felt like you were going to throw up. You were so nervous and so excited at the same time that you couldn’t even put on your dress without shaking. So you decided to put on something simple, casual, not too fancy so you weren’t a sore thumb in the crowd and put on light makeup before heading to the office.

You opened a door and saw Diana in a white silk dress with black heels on. Her hair was up in a bun and she turned, not even having makeup on and still looking flawless.

Your heart jumped into your throat and you could barely breathe at this point.

“Diana…you look wonderful.”

“I could say the same to you, (Y/N).” You blushed at her compliment, looking at your feet in a hurry to hide your face. She walked up to you and grabbed your chin, tilting your head up slightly.

“don’t be shy with me, it is okay,” she reassured and you felt some confidence grow back into you.

“to be honest with you, (Y/N), I don’t want to go to dinner.” You felt your heart stop, anxiety now coursing through your veins, thinking she will reject you.

“I already have something waiting on the roof.” You let out a sigh as she grabs your hand and guides you upstairs. She shows you a long fur blanket laid on the wood deck of the roof with champagne and glasses next to the blanket. You smile, loving how beautiful the scenery was.

“Diana, I don’t know what to say, this is wonderful!” You can’t help but run to the blanket and sit down, feeling the soft fur against your skin and giggle.

She looks at you, smiling at your reaction. “I thought we could stargaze.”

So of course after a long night of stargazing, you realized it was already midnight. You sighed again, not wanting to leave as you both were just talking and talking, not being able to stop.

“I think I have to go,” you say sadly and she looks at you with wanting eyes, her brown eyes having stars twinkle in them.

Suddenly, she kisses you, grabbing you face gently and pressing her plump lips to yours. It tasted like heaven and champagne and you felt like you were from withdrawal and her lips were the addiction. “I can’t wait to see you tomorrow, (Y/N). Have a wonderful night.”