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Wanna write Duke Thomas in your Batfam fics/hcs and need ideas? Take these for free!
Angst
Duke is bitter about Dick and the others turning his We Are Robin friends over to GCPD (throw in his guilt about being "chosen")
Duke goes to visit his parents in the hospital. They don't recognize him
Hard mode: Despite Gotham loving The Signal, Duke still struggles with everyday racism out of costume (see "The Boys" season 1 scene where A-Train gets followed in the store by security for inspo/reference). Very few of the other Batfam members can relate
Fluff
The other kids celebrate Duke's first ___ (solving his first case solo, defeating his first Rogue, getting his first themed merch, etc.)
One (or more) of the older boys stalks Duke on his first date with somebody to make sure he's safe and/or being a gentleman
Hard mode: Someone makes/does/brings him something culturally significant – goes to church on a Sunday with him (bonus points if it's a holiday), attempts to make baked mac and cheese or sweet potato pie that Duke will eat to be polite, tries to learn any of various card games (Spades, Pinochle, Spit, Rummy) and learns that yelling is part of the experience. These are based on my experiences as a Black American person from the northeast, take it with a grain of salt and do your own research. Example.
Suspense
Someone claims to recognize The Signal and threatens to reveal his secret identity
An old school Rogue comes back and it's up to the newer Batfam members to take them down
Hard mode: Batman finally thinks Duke is ready for doing a rotation on a teen squad (Teen Titans, Young Justice, the Outsiders, take your pic)
Humor
Prank war. You can never go wrong with one of these. Bonus points if factions form
Gala mishaps. Another solid
Hard mode: Duke gaslights/gatekeeps/girlbosses his way out of literally everything. The others are impressed/terrified/jealous
#duke thomas#the signal#batfam#dceu fanfiction#lets show duke some love#im committed to writing him more too dw
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Missing Something You've Never Had
(Bruce Wayne x Batmom!Reader, Batmom!Reader x Batboys)
*NOT EDITED*
Word count: 5,162
Synopsis: You walk in to your home to find your family looking a t you like a stranger. Your family’s counterparts discover the life they could have had and you severely miss your version of the batboys.
Warnings: Angst, LOTS and lots of angst, self-hate, Bruce Wayne’s destructive thoughts, parental issues, mommy issues and hell daddy issues too, very sad in general, I’m sorry in advance, fluff toward the end
(*A/N: I lied in my last post lol I definitely was not writing but I finished this very sad batmom one-shot that I hope will make up for it before going into this new year! I won’t guarantee another one-shot soon but I will promise you it will be an Al Ghul!Reader! So be on the lookout!! Anyway, keep in mind this Bruce is very much canon Bruce Wayne who is allergic to affection. I hope you enjoy lovelies)
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Coming back from work and seeing your family look at you like you were an alien was definitely...shocking. And yet right there they were.
After not seeing your family in the kitchen once you arrived home. you immediately went down to the Batcave.
Walking down the steps and approaching your husband with a smile you didn’t even hear Barry’s shout ‘Wait Y/N!’ before you embraced your love and felt him stiffen under your touch.
It seems that your action ensued silence over the room and you slowly let Bruce go and looked around the room to see your boys looking at you with obvious shock underneath their cowls and masks.
Damian looks at you with an expression you haven’t been faced with since when he first arrived at the manor. Your baby boy looking at you with suspicion and contempt was staggering. This was the first crack that formed in your heart.
Then there was Tim. Your Tim, looking at you with a guarded appearance and eyes screaming caution. Like you weren’t supposed to be there. Your boy who would immediately come to you after his night out and seek a hug. Now it was like he was looking through you, creating yet another crack in your heart.
Next was Jason whose face added to your heartbreak when he merely glanced at you. Not even sparing you an extra look as if you weren’t someone on his radar. Your Jay-bird looking at you with such indifference and lack of love.
And your first son. Your oldest looking at you with no love but concern. Not concerned for you but for his brothers. As if your mere presence was disrupting something. As if there is no reason you should be there.
No reason.
You glance back at Bruce to see him looking at you with that stare. The guarded batman stare. Now you feel dizzy. Quickly glancing towards Barry not wanting to see your Bruce looking at you like that, you face Barry with widened eyes and a flushed face.
Barry looking at you with genuine sympathy says the words that confirmed all your worst fears. “This isn't your family Y/N. They’re from a different universe”
God, you're going to be sick.
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After seeing your shocked face and the uncomfortable, suffocating silence in the room Barry took you back inside the manor to explain to you and Alfred what happened. Leaving your fa- leaving them in the cave.
Apparently, Barry had a run-in with reverse Flash and somehow your family was sucked into a wormhole transporting them into another universe while taking a version of your family in that universe here. in your universe..... It was all very confusing and devastating to hear and you shed a few tears.
You had to have asked Barry a dozen questions about this other universe about where they could be, how this happened, and most importantly, how you were going to get them back. Barry told you that he and the league are figuring it out and will find them and you believe him.
So here you are sitting at dinner with a different version of your family in silence. It actually makes you want to cry.
Right now the boys would be telling you and Bruce about their day and catching you both up on their lives. Instead, they’re looking down at their plates while awkwardly glancing at you and hurriedly glancing away once you make eye contact with them.
It’s horrible.
And don't even get started on Bruce, that man has made a point to not even glance at you the entire duration of dinner. Just sitting there with a blank face and clearing his throat every few minutes.
It’s horrible.
Having enough of the silence (felt like knives in your back not being able to talk to your family) you clear your throat and immediately all their eyes shoot towards you.
Flushing from the attention your smile hesitantly chooses to try and talk to them instead of silence. They are still your family. They’re still your boys and husband. You’re just not their person right now. And until you can see your family again (you will see them again) you still care for these people and will do anything to make sure they are comfortable in their home.
“I- I know this is- well this situation we are in is very.... umm well it’s very”
“Weird” Dick blurts out before he can stop himself, earning a look from Bruce whose attention has been solely on you since you opened your mouth.
“Yes, Hon- I mean yes, Dick It’s very weird. But this is--- no matter what universe you all are from it’s still your home. And I don’t want you guys to be uncomfortable in your own home so if you have any questions just.... well just ask.”
the silence stretches out between you all before you hear a voice from your left.
“What exactly are you to us- I mean what are you to them?” Tim asks.
The question itself was easy to answer before but now in front of the boys who you know have got through horrible and traumatic things just the same as yours. You don’t know how they will react especially Bruce, Mr. Idontdesrvelove. (Though he’s gotten so much better with you and the kids)
“Well, I'm your guy’s mom.”
Silence. Deafening silence and then Alfred thankfully arrives, saving you from the conversation you know you’ll have to have at some point. But not today. Not when it’s so fresh.
“Miss Y/N, you do have an early day tomorrow so I think it’s all time we retire to bed. I'm sure you all are especially tired from your night.” Alfred says with a sympathetic tone you are so grateful for.
“Of course” You stand up from your chair drawing attention to you once again.
You face your......you face the boys and smile softly and bid them goodnight. Hoping that when you wake up that this is all a bad dream and Bruce will be snoring in the bed and you hear your kid's voices outside the door.
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Bruce’s POV
This is all very uncomfortable. Bruce has a wife whom he’s never met in his life and who is the mother to his children.
Bruce watches you walk up the stairs to a bed that they share or he shares with you. The other him.
Ever since you hugged him in the Batcave and looked at him with eyes so tender and full of love Bruce couldn't help but feel a small amount of jealousy of....the other him. He has it all. He has children and a wife. Who loves him. He must not be as fucked up as he is. Your Bruce probably still has his parents or didn't witness their murder and has healthy coping issues. Yeah, he's envious of this other him.
Bruce looks to his kids to see them also confused staring at you. Is this what your kids have as a mother? Someone to go to for that soft and soothing guidance. How he remembers his mother was to him. He’s not just envious of the other Bruce but envious for his children. His rampant thoughts are stopped when Alfred- your Alfred speaks again.
“master...Master Bruce, I've set you up in the spare room by master Jason’s. It is ready for you to retire in whenever you see fit. Boys your rooms are... well they are ready for you but if this manor is different ill be happy to show you the way.”
“Don't worry Alfred this manor is the same as ours” Jason speaks up for the first time since arriving.
“Very well boys if you need me I'll be in the kitchen preparing tea for Miss Y/N” Alfred takes his leave and the boys instantly start up their conversations.
“This is freaky..” Tim says while glancing at his Bruce and brothers.
“Yeah. We have a...mother in this universe” Dick hesitantly says, like saying the word ‘mother’ is all but confusing to him.
“yeah, I probably don’t get snuffed by Joker in this one” Jason offers sarcastically. Bruce closes his eyes at this and leans back in his chair. He saw Jason’s Robin costume. Identical to the one in their Batcave. Maybe this universe isn’t as good as he thought if your Bruce still couldn’t save Jason from his fate.
Damian ever the blunt kid speaks Bruce's thoughts, “Tch, I don't think so Todd. I saw your infamous Robin costume. Identical to the one in our universe” He says snidely.
“Yeah, me too evil spawn. It’s called a joke.” Jason responds while rolling his eyes.
“Boys. Enough” Bruce says with a firm tone that stops all conversation.
“Let’s go to the sitting room we have a lot to discuss.” Bruce stands up and leaves the kitchen hearing the sound of footsteps and disgruntled murmurs trailing after him.
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Bruces POV
The boys and he have been talking about how to get back to their universe for a while. Bruce has made it a point to not bring up you in the conversation. Silence just ensues and awkward answers when you are brought up.
Talking with Dick about using the Batcave to contact this universes League and help get home he sees Damian get up off the chair and stride to a cabinet filled with...CDs? Damian grabs four of them and hesitantly grabs another looking at it for a second before putting it underneath the other four and walking back to the couch.
“I found CDs that have our names on them.” He announces effectively stopping all conversation and capturing all of our attention.
The silence stretches out before Dick speaks up, “Should we watch them.” When everyone is still silent he hurriedly explains himself “Well, I just mean are you curious about how the other versions of us live. Especially with Y/N”
It's silent again until suddenly Jason stands up ripping the CDs from Damian's hands (making him scramble up to get them back before Dick scolds him) and puts one in effectively shutting everyone up and their attention is drawn to the TV.
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Dick’s POV
This whole day has been extremely weird and uncomfortable. Especially uncomfortable to know that another version of him has another mom. And yet as he watches the home video play out the feeling of uncomfortableness leaves and jealousy replaces it.
He watches Bruce and you record yourself making him his birthday breakfast. Something that sounds so simple and normal it makes Dick’s heart break a little.
“BRUCE STAWP!” You squeal dodging the whipped cream he tries to get on your face. “What? You can do it to me but I can’t do it to you?” your Bruce asks with a smile and whip cream plopped on his nose. “Yes, it is fair because I am the one making our son's birthday breakfast,” You say looking into the camera with a big beautiful smile. The boys and Bruce see your Bruce pick up the camera and record you putting the finishing touches on your Dick’s pancakes. “It’s six a.m love, the kid is still drooling right now” They hear Bruce say behind the camera.“Still Bruce, we need to sing happy birthday first thing in the morning!” your say with a childish whine. While balancing the tray of breakfast food and smiley pancakes in a tray.
Dick feels his throat close up and the need to run away while watching the video. This love that he sees you have for your Dick and the care your Bruce is showing is something he has never experienced since living with Bruce and yet misses. Can you miss something you’ve never had? Because this is definitely how he feels. Dick remembers the touch and love of a mother and watching this just reminds him of the feeling.
The boys watch as Bruce records you opening the door to your Dick’s room and see little dick sleeping with drool on his pillow.“God, he’s going to be embarrassed when he’s older and watches this video” they hear Bruce say with a quiet laugh. You turn and give him a fake stern look and crouch down by Dick’s bed and softly shake him awake. Your Dick slowly opens his eyes and focuses on you. His face instantly lit up and a smile breaks out on his face. “Mom!” he yells out happily pulling the covers back while you set the tray on his lap. Giving him a kiss on the cheek good morning. They hear Bruce laugh and tell Dick happy birthday while giving him an affectionate head shake. The boys and Bruce watch Dick and the two of you sing ‘Happy Birthday’, eat pancakes together, laugh and smile, and basically be a family. The video ends with Dick taking the camera from Bruce and whispering into the lens saying, “This is the best Birthday ever!” with a cheesy smile on his face.
Dick is uncharacteristically silent while everybody looks at him. He finally stands up and takes his CD out putting someone else’s in drawing their attention back to the TV.
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Damian’s POV
This whole thing is ridiculous. Everyone is getting all sappy over a single woman who none of them know. Damian sees this as stupid and it quite frankly makes him angry. He already has a mother. he doesn't need to listen and watch himself with a strange woman.
And yet just like Dick, the anger turns to sadness and he also becomes jealous. Watching another version of himself receive the love and attention that Damian has only seen in movies and read in books. And yet as he watches him and his siblings fight to open presents he is reminded that he is just a kid.
Who just wants a family.
“Everyone! Everyone!” Video you calls out to your children currently fighting for presents. “Because this is Damian’s first Christmas with us he will be opening the first gift,” you say in a tone that makes all your children concede and watch Damian open one of his gifts. As you hand your Damian a gift wrapped in Christmas Robin wrapping and a black bow he immediately dives in and opens it to find a collar. Confused he looks at you and at his father to see you both smiling at him, chuckling. Your Damian watches you leave the room and come back in with a black kitten with white paws in your arms. Damian lets out a loud gasp and runs to you taking the cat in his arms. The camera zooms in on his blinding smile and his small whisper of “Thank you Ummi” to you. The boys and Damian watch as you give him a big kiss on his forehead and Bruce giving him a big hug.
The silence stretches out between the group because everyone knows that in their universe Damian doesn't receive Alfred the cat in such a memorable and sweet way.
Damian especially is just staring at the screen yearning for that motherly love. And a bad thought crosses his mind of what if they just stayed here. Damn the consequences. He wishes for this mom.
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Tim’s POV
Tim’s always been curious and once he saw you giving an affectionate hug to Bruce and the pain that went across your face when his brothers and he looked at you with indifference.
Watching his brother's faces while they watched their home videos he was a little scared of his.
His mother has always been distant and he’s never really experienced motherly love but watching you in the home videos, he’s scared to see you with him and be consumed with jealousy like his brothers. Scared to watch you love a version of himself and not experience that love.
And yet he watches his video and is filled with that feeling anyway.
“Hellooo whoever is watching this home video!” you say with a smile. “It’s probably us sweetheart,” Bruce says popping into the frame. You hurriedly move the camera away from him and talk to the camera. “Ignore him. But today we are at Tim’s school watching him graduate!” you say with a happy squeal and turn the camera to zoom in on Tims's figure clad in his cap and gown, oblivious to your recording him. “Tim is graduating with high honors and receiving multiple awards tonight” the boys and Bruce listen to your Bruce say in an obviously proud tone. The boys watch as multiple names are called and you both politely clapping for every student. And once you hear Tim’s name you both go ballistic. While as ballistic as your Bruce could go by whistling and clapping louder than ever with a proud grin. But for you, you're screaming at the top of your lungs, on the verge of sobbing, shouting “My baby boy!” earning looks from bystanders and laughs from your husband. The video ends with your Bruce recording you giving your Tim the biggest hug and kiss on the cheek while he smiles a bashful smile and celebrates with you and his dad.
Tim’s thoughts run rampant so much that he needs to lie down. He’s never felt this bitter and angry. His Bruce didn't come to his graduation and he’s watching everything he’s ever wanted happen on screen.
It's not right and it's not fair.
Why does your family get you and they don’t?
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Jason’s POV
He already knows what’s going to be on that CD. He knows how he’ll react and he knows that he mentally can’t do that right now. He can’t watch something that he died for (a mother's love) play out in front of him.
He won't do it.
“I’m going to bed” Jason suddenly announces. It's suffocating in the living room and he can’t deal with looking at anybody’s face any longer.
He doesn't stick around for an answer he just goes up to his...other his’s room. He expects to see a room identical to his but once he opens the door he sees a completely different room.
This one looks lived in. Like someone uses it. In his universe, he rarely goes into his childhood room. Too many memories and too many feelings he rather not face. But this room. There are recent pictures of him. Multiple pictures of him and his... family all happy together.
He hurriedly looks away and strips himself of his extra gear and lies on his..or his bed in silence. He feels uncomfortable very weird.
He turns on his side prepared to close his eyes and hopefully not wake up for a long time when he sees it. On his bedside table is a framed photo of you and him. He’s in front of you smiling a cheesy bright smile (missing teeth prominent in the photo) dressed in a Peter Pan costume. Your arms are wrapped around his neck with a beautiful grin on your face dressed in a Tinker bell costume.
It’s so stupid but it makes him smile like a fool because at least a version of himself finally received the love of a mother.
Something he’s yearned for all his life before joker was to have a mother in his life and the thought that he gets that in a different universe is what makes it easy for him to close his eyes and sleep that night.
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Bruce’s POV
Jason just left and the suffocating silence returns.
Bruce sees Dick slowly rise from the couch and tell everybody to go to bed and something about talking more in the morning. He hears his sons rise from the couch sleepily making their way into their rooms and feels Dick linger by the doorway.
“Bruce are....are you going to bed?” he hears the hesitance in his voice and he wonders if Dick was going to ask him a different question but stopped himself.
Isn’t that the relationship they have? Unable to communicate and ask each other what's wrong.
It’s all his fault.
If he wasn’t so scared he could have found Y/N in his life and his family would have been different.
He would have been different.
he finally finds words to answer his son, “I think...I think I'm going to stay up a little while longer.” he says while turning his profile to him.
Bruce hears him whisper a soft “okay” and walks off into his room for the night. He waits until he hears the door close, to get up off the couch and grab the CD labeled ‘Wedding’.
The mere title makes his stomach drop but he’s always been one to emotionally scar himself. He sits back down to watch the video play out. He releases a strangled sigh when he sees himself in a suit and tie.
“What does the Groom to be have to say on this lovely day” a voice Bruce recognizes as Clark says. He sees himself looking at the camera dressed to impress with a small smile on his face rolling his eyes at his friend's tone. “I'm very happy today Clark” the lucky him responds. “Oh yeah! Why might that be you think?” Your Bruce sighs, “Because I'm getting married to the love of my life Clark.” Bruce hears your Clark release an annoying ‘awwww’ that makes your bruce roll his eyes and shoo him off. He watches the video for a while and he sees the whole league there. He sees his friends as Bruce Wayne and Batman all together for you and your Bruce. He watches your friends and your Bruces friends leave sweet heartfelt messages that you both probably watched later. Alfred's message is what makes his throat constrict. “I’ve known Master Bruce since he was a little boy and I can't tell you how happy it makes me to be able to see him finally share his life with the most graceful woman on this planet. Someone who continues to amaze me with her beautiful character and who I think of as a daughter. I am unbelievably happy that my boy has met you and is going to spend the rest of his life with you. I love you both very much.” With tears building in his eyes, he sees Clark open the door to see you in a white dress with a brilliant smile. When you open your mouth to speak is when the video starts to buffer and stop.
Bruce sits up in his seat praying that the video starts to work again when it completely pauses on your face.
The video stopped working.
And maybe that is the breaking point but the tears fall and he drops his head into his hands. Shoulders shaking and gasping for breath he cries. He cries because of the life he could’ve lived. The person he could have lived it with.
He cries for the mother his kids could have had and the presence that could have helped them through their lives. His kids. His wonderful kids deserved that and he hates himself for not giving that to them.
He also hates himself for not letting himself have that.
He doesn't know how but he eventually gets up off the couch and walks to the extra room by Jason’s. He passes your room on the way and just stands in front of it. This is the room you share with him. The other him.
He wonders what it feels like to sleep in another person's arms for years. He never knew he could want something like that.
He doesn't sleep that night. Not even a little bit.
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Y/N’s POV
Waking up today felt like a dream for you. You closed your eyes relishing in the warmth you expected to be there only to feel cold.
Your eyes snap open. Oh yeah, he’s not here.
They’re not here. And yet they are. They are all inside the manor in their rooms but they are not yours. They are not your boys or husband. They are versions of your kids and best friend.
But that doesn't mean you can be weird to them you scold yourself.
This is weird to them too. This woman they’ve never met in their lives claiming to be their mother and wife. You’d be freaked out too.
Right there in your bed, you swear to at least talk to your kids. Even though they are not your kids you could never not love any version of them. Getting ready for the day you walk downstairs to see them all inside the kitchen.
Immediately all their eyes draw to you and you smile at them softly. “Good Morning,” you say to them all, failing to catch Bruce’s eyes. You hear soft greetings back while getting your coffee ready.
“I’ve warmed up the car for you Miss Y/N” you hear Alfred say.
“Oh thank you! I'll be leaving in a few,” you reply back gratefully. You never wake up early enough to do it yourself. Bruce usually does it for you during the cold months.
“Where are you going?” you hear five different voices say all at once. You turn around to see them all looking expectantly at you.
Shocked that they’ve said more than three words to you. It takes you a while to reply.
“Oh, I um I'm going to work in early today, I'm an architect.” The silence and surprise in their eyes is kind of insulting. They must notice you take offense because Dick hurriedly tries to explain their shock.
“Not in an offensive way course. You seem very smart. It’s just being an architect in Gotham City. How do you find work?" he asks.
“Oh well, I usually deal with orphanages and hospitals in the city. And because it’s Gotham those are the most important buildings,” you say with a sad like chuckle.
“so you are not a vigilante?” Damian suddenly asks. The question receives looks from his brothers and father but a laugh just escapes you.
“Oh god no, the only vigilante work I do is cardio and that is enough in itself,” you say with a smart smile. They all give chuckles probably humoring you. Before you're hit with the reminder of leaving for your job
“Shoot it’s seven! I- I gotta go but call if you need anything and.. and if you guys find anything out.” You look to see them all give you a nod and bid you goodbye before you are out the door.
Progress? hopefully.
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Bruce’s POV
It’s been hours since you left and now he and the kids are at league headquarters trying to get back home. And bring your family home. Even though they may not want to leave. As selfish as it is he wants to stay. Even though he knows he’s not yours he would love to feel an ounce of what it's like to be loved by you.
But because he knows you are deserving of the love back he knows he has to get your Bruce back.
Your Barry has been going on and on about the plan he has to travel through the speed force successfully bringing this universe’s bat family back and then taking Bruce’s back to their universe. Everyone crowds around to see him do it. With his boys at his side, he watches the blinding red light zoom back and forth before eventually disappearing.
His family, the league members, and himself wait silently staring out waiting for Barry to come back. To come back with their lucky counterparts.
Bruce holds his breath when he sees Barry coming back and releases it when he sees Barry....with your family. He sees the exact version of his family all release breaths of relief and immediately look for someone.
It doesn't take a genius to figure out who they are looking for.
Finally, it seems like they spot Bruce and his kids cause they all simultaneously tense up and guard their expressions. It’s staggering how alike they both look at that moment but they both know only one of them has you.
That’s what makes them different.
They all silently watch your family embrace their friends in the league before they walk to Bruce and his children.
It’s that awkward silence again before your Bruce speaks to him.
“How is she?” Three simple words that will stick with Bruce forever.
“She’s okay. The last time we saw her she was just leaving for work.”
Your Bruce just gives him a nod and walks off. Telling his sons he’ll be waiting in the car. Bruce imagines he’s antsy to see you. He would want to speed home if he knew he had someone like you waiting for him.
He’s about to walk back to your Barry to finally go home when your Damian speaks up, “You imbeciles better not have caused any heartache to my mother. Or I will personally ask Allen to take me ba-”
“OKAY! That’s enough of you Damian. Go wait in the car with Dad.” Dick says with his hand pointed to the black car.
“But I wa-”
“Go.” This time it’s Jason and Tim telling him and Damian just rolls his eyes and walks to the car muttering insults under his breath.
Your boys turn back to face Him and his kids, and Dick tries to start up a conversation but it’s too awkward talking to another version of yourself so they bid Bruce and his family goodbye, and they watch them walk to their car. Back home to you.
And once they safely arrive back in their universe it’s weird because they know what they're missing. What they could have had.
You.
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Y/N’s POV
Walking into your home your not expecting to be bombarded with hugs.
Not. At. All.
Still expecting for the other version of your family to be home or in the cave.
But you feel multiple familiar arms wrap around your waist and shoulders and you instantly know they’re home.
You almost cry out of relief when they all scream ‘MOM!’ and squeeze you extra tight.
“AHHH my baby birds! I missed you!” You squeal out wrapping your arms (or trying to) all around your boys, kissing them all over their faces, and smothering them in your arms. You feel them loosen up and get a good look at all their faces and the tears start building in your eyes. Gods, you missed them so much. The horrible thought of never seeing them again had you going throughout your day feeling horrible.
You caress the cheeks and kiss all their forehead until they're begging you to stop. and trying to escape. You look down to see Damian still cuddled up to your side and almost melt, you kiss him on the head once more.
You hear all your kids talking at once trying to listen when you see him behind them. You smile with tears running down your cheeks and your kids part away from you and you run toward your husband, crying into his chest and hugging him with all your might. You feel your Bruce instantly wrap his arms tight around your waist and tuck his head into your neck.
“I- I missed you... I missed you so much. So much” you say through tears.
“I know sweetheart. Me too. Me too.” You hear him whisper into your neck and pull his face back.
You look up to see him analyzing every aspect of your face, looking at you like you’re not real.
You instantly wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him and it finally hits you that they are home. That he’s home.
And you can finally breathe again.
BROOO I definitely got carried away lol. AHHH BUT I LOVE IT SO WHO CARES! I've had this in my drafts for months and I'm so excited to finally be posting it. I hope you all ENJOYED! LOVE YOU LOTS! Feedback is always appreciated!! <333
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Bruce as Matches Malone and Clark Illustration for @susiecarter - Poker Face (AO3) When it comes to DC shipping, I'm an absolute forever fan of wonderbat and I love to make fanart on that theme, but I found susiecarter's DCEU fanfics really fascinating and I wanted to do an illustration for one of her works one day, so here it is.
If you haven't read Poker Face yet and you are interested in the backstory of the picture I drew, please read susiecarter’s story here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/34980352
Share this with other fans if you think they would like it. 😊
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For You
Day 8 of Blacktober is done!
CW: Little Smut, so turn your brightness down.
Date night went great as usual, Y/n expected to find herself heading back to her flat in uptown Gotham and start on her dress down from the night.
However, the car she rode in passed by the highway that would take her straight to her house and she looked to her left at her boyfriend Dick Grayson.
He normally would tell her where they would be going as Y/n wasn’t too big on surprises.
“Are we taking a detour?” She asks.
Dick places a finger over his lips and shushes her with a playful grin on his face.
“It’s a secret, just sit back and enjoy the ride.” He says and U/n raises a brow at him suspiciously.
45 minutes later, Y/n sees a new scenery it still surprises her at how vibrant the trees looked. The sun was coming down and Y/n awed at the pretty hues that illuminated the sky.
When the car had finally stopped, Y/n didn’t even notice until Dick grabbed her left hand sitting in her lap. Her eyes found Dick’s practically beaming face and tilted her head in confusion.
Dick gets out of the car and walks over to Y/n’a side, opening her door and holding out his hand to help her out. She takes his much larger hand and is helped out of the car.
Y/n looked around the to see what the big surprise was until, her eyes widened in surprise, a gasp leaving her lips.
Their view of the landscape was so vast and beautiful, complete opposite of the dark clouds and shadows that crept in every alley that Gotham was known for.
The night and the day were perfectly in sync with each other, the night sky slowly approaching the horizon and the sun disappearing into the lowered clouds to rest for the next day to come.
“Dick, wow…how is this even possible to time?” Y/n asks and Dick lays out a blanket to cover the hood of his car.
“I had a little help, it’s good to have a little brother that knows how to do math and know his astronomy.” He chuckles.
Y/n sits on the hood of the car bringing her knee up to her chest as Dick sits next to her.
“Thank you Dick. This was a wonderful surprise, and you know I hate surprises.”
“That’s why I made this into a secret and not a surprise.” He says and Y/n pushes his shoulder playfully.
“You and that mouth, it’s going to get you into trouble.” She giggles and Dick smirks at her.
“Good trouble I hope?” He leans in closer and Y/n lowers her eyes to his lips.
“If you can find it.” She smiles slyly and moves in closer to him.
“I think I did.” His lips finds hers and the two interlock in a heated kiss.
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Clothes have been thrown to the ground, perhaps losing a couple pieces of cloth in the wooden area but that didn’t deter the couple.
Dick was thrusting his lower body on Y/n’s pussy, letting her juices coat his dick as the two wrestled in a tongue match.
Y/n rubbed down his back and pinched his ass making the taller man jump in delight.
Parting from their kiss, Dick kisses down her body until he is at her pelvic area and kneels down.
Dick’s head is between her legs as he feasts away at her pussy. Y/n bites her lip in pleasure and pulls on his hair.
“We can’t just do this, we’re in public Dick!” She says in a breathless voice.
“I don’t hear any complaints from you.” He says and is quick to return to eating her out.
Y/n cries out in pleasure and places a hand over her mouth to avoid any further noise from leaving her.
Dick inserted two fingers inside of her and began thrusting quickly into her. Y/n didn’t want to get any louder than what she was and grabbed his wrist that currently had his fingers inside her.
“You bastard!” She whisper yells and Dick just grins.
“Only for you.”
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Maddening Love
summary: harley never meant to become what she was afraid of. it seems she did though.
pairing: harley quinn x gn!reader (can be read as fem)
warnings: murder, gun violence, making out.
note: this has been in my drafts for a while, and I fricking love harley. thought she deserved some love, so please send in requests for her!!! <333
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Harley turns on her heel, huffing a hot breath into the cold winter air. “You don’t love me no more.”
You rush up to Harley, reaching out, but retract your hand at the last moment. “Harls, no, no, I do.” Frowning, you timidly place a hand on her cold shoulder.
With a fury you’ve never seen before in her eyes, Harley glares at you. “I don’t appreciate liars, cupcake.”
The venom in her words knocks you off guard, but you know Harley. You know she has her jealousies, when someone got too frisky with you, or when she herself was battling her own insecurities. You shake your head, knowing she needs comfort. It was something she’d always lacked in her relationship with him, so you were determined to give it to her.
“I’m no liar. I love you, Harley. Only you.” You wrap your arms around her, burying your head into her neck. Even if the position is uncomfortable, considering Harley is taller than you, and you need to be on your tip-toes, you hold out for as long as you can.
When your ankles are hurting, and your feet are aching, you lean away of her. You still keep yours arms wrapped around her neck, your left thumb brushing against her skin. Looking into her eyes, you see anger and hurt, but underneath there, there’s a look you’ve seen so many times. Insecurity.
“What’s got you upset, Harley?”
She shakes her head, softly biting her lip as she looks away from you. “Nothin’, it’s stupid.”
“Harley,” you pause, gently guiding her head back to you, “your feelings aren’t stupid. Please.”
Your eyebrows ease up and you try to dump all your emotions into your eyes. You pour all your love for her, your own insecurities, everything you hold, but you know that it’s useless. You felt too much for her, there’s was no possible way you could measure it to size, much less show all of it.
Harley caves, leaning down into you as her hands wrap around your sides. “You promise you love me?”
“Always.”
A small sniffle comes from Harley, and you feel your heart shatter. The shards from your heart pierce your lungs, making your breathing turn jagged. Tears of your own form and you don’t bother hiding them. “I will always love you, Harls.”
A minute of silence passes and you think you’ve reminded her, but her troubles overpower her, again.
“Prove it.”
Desperately, you nod your head.
“How?”
Harley’s head retreats from your neck and she meets your eyes. Her hand comes up to your face, brushing a piece of hair behind your ear.
“I’d kill for you, Harls.”
She shakes her head, a beautifully crazed smile gracing her lips. “No, that’s too easy, sweetheart. The question is, would’ja love me if I killed?”
You nod your head hastily. “You cant scare me.”
“Oh, yeah?”
“Yeah.”
Harley takes your hand, the other one pulling out a handgun as she retreats back into the nightclub you’d just left. “What if I shot up this joint, huh? What ‘bout then?”
“I’d take the blame.”
You quicken your pace, longing to be at her side.
“Would’ja?” she questions, back turned to the door. With a nod of your head, she kicks it open.
The once muffled music cuts through the December night, loud lights blind you as you trail after her inwards. Harley’s grip on your hand only tightens as she walks forward, handgun pressed to her side. Sweaty bodies collide against yours, and you’re reminded why you hate clubs. The bodies pushing and pulling at you make you sick, but when Harley’s hand is in yours, it drowns out anything else.
When she reaches dead center, she pulls you close to her. Harley leans down to your ear, practically yelling over the music.
“Would’ja be my New Years kiss?” she asks, giggling mischievously.
The crowd counts down, and as they reach two, you pull Harley downwards by her collar. Her lips meet yours on the last number, and her gun fires. People run around you and Harley, all desperate to escape their deaths. Bodies bump into you; but her lips planted firmly on yours ground you against them. Harley’s free hand grips the back on your neck, the other causing chaos. Screams fill your ears as Harley empties her clip, bullets flying in all directions, and you bring her back down to you again. Softly, Harley bites your lip, releasing it with a pop as she backs away.
You take a moment to look around. Bodies surround you two, and in a comical way, you make out a heart. Harley steps forward again, holding your chin back as you share air.
“Still love me now, honey?”
You nod, not bothering to address the cold barrel pointed at your head.
“What if I pulled the trigga?”
“Yes,” you husk out, not hesitating in the slightest. “You emptied your mag already, it wouldn’t do anything.”
“What if I had a bullet?”
You scan her eyes, her cold ones piercing through yours. It doesn’t bother you though, you have enough warmth and love to fill up hers. You’d gladly share it.
“Same answer, Harls. You can’t scare me away.”
Slowly, you bring her back down to you. Her warm lips greet yours, and you know you’ve smudged her lipstick. Harley pulls back, kissing the corner of your mouth and then your jaw.
“You don’ care that imma killa?”
You shake your head slightly, still wanting her lips on your skin. “No.”
“No?” she asks, planting another kiss below your ear.
A shiver runs down your spine, one of your hands holds Harley’s head as the other holds her lower back. “Not at all.”
Sirens blare around you, but you don’t mind. Harley whispers something incoherent, her hands on your hips having your full attention. You nod, mumbling yes, and her warm body is pulled out of yours. Your eyes snap open, desperately searching for pink and blue, but you can’t find it. As the doors bust open, and swarms of yells surround you, you drop to your knees. Cold metal clicks around your wrist as rough hands pull you up.
The shocking realization that Harley had left you hits like a brick, and you blink several times, with each one wishing this wasn’t true.
“Harls!” you yell, trashing against the cops.
A sob racks through your body as a hard object slams against your stomach. You gasp, heart shattered once again, the evidence burrowing itself deep in your lungs. You cry and plead, but when they toss you in a room, you don’t say a thing. Harley may have betrayed you, but you’d never fathom of doing the same. If she needed her reassurance for your love, this had to be it, right? The more you suffer, the more it shows you care. Harley would see you suffering, and she know you’d truly care for her. She’d get you out, she had to. The thought brought a smile to your lips, a giggle cracking them apart.
“You killed nine people, this isn’t a laughing matter.”
You look up to the detective, seeing his disappointed face. “I think it is.”
Another crazed smile paints itself on your lips.
“Who was with you?” he demands, hands slamming against the steel table.
You don’t flinch, not even moving a muscle as you stare at him. “Just me…”
“Those red lips on your neck say otherwise.”
“Can you blame a girl for having fun? Saw this cute blonde girl, made out with her for New Years, and then,” you pause, trying to build up dramatic suspense, “then I pumped her full of lead, ‘long with those eight other people.”
He nods his head. “Thanks for the confession. With that, you won’t be getting a trial,” he walks away, mumbling the last part of his sentence,”not like you crazies deserve one.”
You mock a salute to him on his way out.
Harley’d get you, she’d kill all these mediocre officers. A laugh surges through your broken lungs, wheezing out and shattering the silence.
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𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐥𝐞
⚠️ spoilers after the cut ⚠️
it was so cute and good, and the references were funny lmao !!
"batman's a fascist🤬😌 !!" - george lopez
and personally, I've been found xolo maridueña attractive, my mom watched cobra kai the minute she realized it was a karate kid spin-off/story continuation, so he was already a household name/face for me, so I was already super glad to see him take on the role of jaime reyes and knew he would do well.
also-also-also, it was amazing to see his character be brought to life because I remember being tiny and having the fattest crush on jaime after watching justice league vs. teen titans, so I felt the way I felt then, now, all over again😆. also, once again, the representation?! *french kiss*💋 spectacular. they were right when they said it was practically the black panther for latinos lmfao.
also, once again, I found myself deeply relating to the main character, his job/life struggles and the way he was feeling all of that pressure coming down on him so fast from all of these outlying forces,,, yeah🥲.
unlike me, though, his family was his support system. and I so deeply loved that for him and watching his bond/connection with his family on screen was so heartwarming and refreshing (especially for dc lmao we know how they be, traumatizing their characters💀), and then basically adopting jenny kord😭💜.
lord, and when the dad, alberto, died...I felt that in my chest bro, I was crying, like, milagro screaming out for her mom, dude...
💔...like truly...
also, miss susan sarandon, hello ?!? I know she was evil, but as usual, she ate down💅🏽. if you know me, you know I will root for speed racer's mom no matter what role she's in, like, susan did that fr, she plays evil so damn well, I almost hated her😭.
but yeah, all in all, super cute and fun movie, I loved it a lot, and I definitely can't wait for the dceu to expand on jaime and his family and superhero life, especially knowing he's basically the start of the whole dceu reboot thing. james gunn, do my boy right or I swear to god, I'll re-write and re-cast the entire dceu myself and do it better. that's a threat and a promise🥰🫵🏽.
anyways, jaime reyes will be added to my list or something like that soon, and when I do that, I'll happily take requests for him cuz wheeew...! fine ass man😻🥴✨️💙.
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Two of the Same ~Part 1~
Pairing: Tim Drake//Red Robin: x gn!Reader
Pronouns: I/They/Them/Me
Fandom: DC Universe
Warnings: Mentions of blood, violence, use of langauge
A/N: I’ll be honest guys, this was all in a days worth of writing, so I can’t promise that it will be the best I’ve written, but with the lack of Tim fanfics on this app, I decided to write some of my own! I hope you enjoy these chapters, and please for the love of god write more Tim Drake fanfic stories 😭✋
Summary: Every night a masked vigilante comes into Y/N's bedroom, and to their knowledge, it's to "clean his wounds." But the visits go deeper than that when underneath that mask, unbeknownst to Y/N, it's their classmate, Tim Drake, who has a huge crush on them.
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Two of the Same ~Part 2~
Two of the Same ~Part 3~
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My lips were pursed, and eyes squinting as I was finishing writing an essay about Oppenheimer’s Manhattan Project for AP US History.
It was supposed to be my classmate, Tim Drakes’, assignment, but with his focus on his adoptive fathers' company, Wayne Enterprises, he didn’t really have time for schoolwork anymore. And when he’d finally have time, he’d spend every class working to get them done, and stress about them.
I gave him the benefit of the doubt and decided that I’d help him out with some of his classes; However, my focus wasn’t exactly pristine because I was waiting for a certain masked vigilante to pop up at my window within any second. So instead, I tapped at the paper with my pencil, and stared nervously at the fire escape outside of my window for the caped wonder.
He often came to my window at ungodly hours of night, bruised and bloody. Due to the amount of times he visited, I had a few packs of first aid kits stuffed in my closet.
My parents judged me the day I came back home from the drug store with 2 full bags of the kits, and I just shrugged it off and said, “It’s Gotham, you never know what’s gonna happen.” When in reality I had a young boy in my room every night that I decided to patch up.
But it was already 1 am, and he would have usually popped by already. Worried thoughts started to flood my brain, and I had hoped that he was alright. There had been very few nights that he hadn’t come, and those were the nights that he was badly injured, and needed more care than what a first aid kit could give him.
I was about to put down Tim’s assignment and go to bed when my window quickly slammed open. With a smile on my lips, and my heart quickening, I looked over to the window. Sliding in, and landing on his back on my floor with a painful groan, was the boy I’d been waiting for all night, Red Robin. The previous Robin.
My smile faded as I rushed to the boys' side, kneeling down and placing a hand on his back. He looked in worse shape than I had ever seen him before. His lip was busted, his suit was torn open with huge gashes of blood covering his chest from ginormous claw marks. He looked like shit.
“Are you okay?” I asked, analyzing his wounds. He nodded, groaning as he tried to lift himself to stand up. As soon as he put pressure on his right arm, he winced and fell back down.
“Never been better...” He mumbled, laying his head on the ground in defeat. He took deep breaths, and I watched as his chest fell up and down heavily. Thin streaks of blood starting to slide down from his suit and onto my carpet.
“Okay... let’s just… get you up.” I breathed out, wrapping my arms around his torso, and trying my best to lift up the heavy hero. I could feel his blood soak into my shirt, but that was the least of my worries right now. My main worry was that I was pressed right against his chest, and he was making sounds of pain at the harsh feeling of my shirt against his raw, and open wound. I muttered my apologies as I moved him. Though it seemed impossible, I lifted him up so that his back was against the wall under my window. I leaned back and immediately stood up.
“Stay right here.” I ordered him, going straight into my closet and reaching up on the top shelf for my first aid kit.
“Like I’d be able to move anyway.” He said from behind me. I jumped up and grabbed the kit, turned around, and gave him a look.
“You know what I meant.” I knelt back down next to him, looking down at his wounds again. There was no way that I’d be able to just put a band aid on it and he’d be fine. He needed something more urgent than me, but for some odd reason his first instinct was to come running to my apartment. That thought made my heart start racing, but I needed it to calm down in order to think clearly.
“Okay so I can’t exactly get a good glimpse at these gashes you have here... is it okay if I...” I blushed as I motioned at his top, trailing off with my sentence. He nodded.
“You can take it off.” He consented. I nodded, the blush still covering my cheeks as I opened the kit and pulled out a pair of scissors. I lifted the fabric where it got slashed open and began to cut it around his body. I made sure the cold scissors didn’t touch his skin so he wouldn’t be uncomfortable. After cutting both sides, I backtracked to his front, and cut up the fabric till it hit his neck, and I put the scissors down. Carefully, and with blood-stained fingertips, I removed the fabric off of his arms.
Starting with the left, feeling the muscles in his arm tense as I moved downward. When I’d accidentally skim across his skin, I noticed that goosebumps would start to form. I felt his fingertips brush against mine as I got his sleeve off his hands. I then moved to the right arm. A huge purple swollen mark revealing as I pulled it down. The mark trailed to his forearm. He looked at it as he winced.
“That looks bad.” He sighed as he analyzed it.
“It looks like you broke it.” I confirmed as I lightly finished taking his sleeve off his arm. He nodded, and I reached back into the kit, searching for the clothed tape to wrap around his chest. As I stated before, I couldn’t exactly heal his wounds, but I could prevent it from getting worse. I didn’t want it getting infected or him bleed out.
Speaking of it getting infected, I reached around for the disinfectant sanitizer, keeping an eye on his chest.
It was nice and toned. Under the blood leaking down, I could see 6 pack abs. I cringed when I realized that I was mesmerized by him while he was under this condition.
“I’ll be right back. I need to get a rag with water to clean this up.” I spoke softly. He nodded.
“Just hurry back.” He begged. I stood up quickly, and swiftly ran into the bathroom, grabbing a rag off of the bathroom countertop stand, and wetting it with some warm water.
I stared into the mirror at my blood stained shirt, and my frizzy hair. I might have looked worse than the vigilante in my bedroom.
I squeezed the rag to make it damp as I turned off the water, and ran back into my room quietly, trying not to disrupt my parents while they were sleeping. I closed my bedroom door behind me, and I hurried back to the boy.
“Okay. Sorry about that. Let’s clean you up.” I started to dab at the wounds lightly, and he started to seethe in pain. I winced and stopped dabbing him. “Sorry. I should have warned you that it would sting.” He closed his eyes, exhaling a breath. After a second, he nodded, and gestured for me to continue.
“It’s okay. I trust that you don’t mean to hurt me.” He put a hand on my waist, squeezing it tightly. It would probably leave a mark, but I didn’t care. My mind was too clouded by the fact that he was so comfortable with touching me that every other thought didn’t matter. Also, the fact that he was dying on my floor. Well, I shouldn’t say dying. He’s not literally dying. He’s just getting there, ya know? And I couldn’t let the guy who I looked most forward to seeing every day, being in pain within my care.
“Who was it this time?” I asked, trying to make small talk in order for him to keep focus on something else.
“Killer Croc.” He laughed lowly. “Let’s just say he doesn’t like it when people accidentally break one of his nails. He’s kind of a drama queen.” I laughed.
“Okay but if we’re going to be honest, breaking nails do suck.” I looked up at him and into his eyes. He looked decently at peace right now for the pickle that he was in. I assumed that he had gotten used to the stinging from the rag, which was now covered in blood.
He had a dopey smile lying on his face, which oddly reminded me of the one that Tim sent me every so often when I'd pass him in the hallway, or when I’d make small talk with him in Chemistry before the bell rang. The two of you weren’t necessarily friends, but it was nice to see him when he'd show up to school. Wayne Enterprises kept him busy, so sometimes you wouldn't see him for days on end.
“What?” I asked Red Robin, glancing back down at his wound, as he continued to stare at me.
“You look so pretty when you’re keeping me from having a painful and very tragic death.” He sarcastically commented, lifting his hand that was once on my waist, and brushed a piece of hair out of my face. I blushed again and rolled my eyes.
“Well, it’s the least I could do. You do help save our city from the corrupt, and dangerous criminals out there on the streets. It’s time someone saved you.” I replied, placing the rag on his lap, and grabbing the disinfectant. He gave out an amused chuckle at my words, and I picked up the rag again, pumping the disinfectant on, and wiping his chest down with it before the blood came gushing back. I quickly grabbed the cloth wrap and started wrapping it around his chest.
“I’m so sorry if this hurts. Just tell me if it gets too tight.” I told him, starting to cover up his wound.
“Hah. Believe me. My suit is probably tighter than this would be.” He leaned forward so that I could get easier access to his back, which I found out had a few smaller cuts that I could easily patch up with a few Band-Aids.
“Well, I don’t want you feeling uncomfortable.” I ran out of the wrapping cloth and looked around for something to keep the cloth around his chest. My aid kit didn’t come with tape to keep it together, so I had to look for the next best thing.
On the floor under my desk, I saw a safety pin, and I leaned into his chest, my palm holding the cloth in place so it wouldn’t come undone. The pin was farther away than I thought it was, so I leaned in further, catching it under my middle finger, and sliding it closer to me so I could grab it. Smiling, and facing his chest once again, I lifted my hand up softly, and clasped the pin on a few pieces of the cloth.
“You said that you didn’t want me to be uncomfortable.” He commented. I nodded as I focused on trying to clasp the safety pin together. “This may sound cheesy, but nothing you could ever do could make me uncomfortable. You’re the most comforting person I know.” I looked up at him through my lashes, lips pursed. He looked down at me with his lips slightly opened, and his eyes glancing at my own, and then my lips. I smiled, looking down at the safety pin as I clasped it together.
“This should keep that from getting any worse.” I put both of my hands over the bandages around his upper body. “Now all we should worry about is the lip and the arm. There’s not much I can do for your arm, but the lip…” I reached my hand up to hover over his busted lip. “The lip I can handle.” The blood on the lip had started to dry now, but I grabbed some small wipes off of the ground, and began to wipe at the blood, disinfecting it.
“So, what were you doing before I got here?” He asked, looking at the bed where I was sitting previously.
“Just doing some homework.” I switched sides of the wipe. “Well not my homework. It’s one of my classmates assignments for history. He’s been super stressed lately, and I noticed, so I’m helping him out.” I scoot closer to Red Robin, trying to get a more comfortable position.
“Is this classmate your boyfriend?” He asked. I scoff, amused, before a sweet smile came onto my lips.
“No, he’s not my boyfriend. Just a classmate. His name is Tim, and if I’m being honest, I don’t really know him all too well. I do know that he’s super smart, though. He seems pretty sweet, and very compassionate from what I’ve gathered from our conversations, but we’re not that close.” I pause for a moment, placing the wipe down once I’ve wiped away the crusty blood. Red looks away from me and looks down at the floor beside him. I continue speaking as I finish up. “Just a person helping another person. Just as I am with you.” I grab the disinfectant, and place some on my pointer finger.
“He’s a lucky guy to be able to know a person like you.” Red smiled. He immediately stopped smiling when he realized that moving his lip stung. I hid my smile.
“I hope you don’t mind. I should rub some of this on your lip, so it doesn’t get infected either.” I mumble as I stare into his dark blue eyes. His pupil is so enlarged that you can barely see them, but his eyes are soft, and they look like the ocean waves on a calm day. It’s hard to imagine that they’re the same eyes that some villains are afraid of.
I don’t realize how close we are to one another until he leans in and presses his lips to mine. I taste the chemicals of the wipes that I had just rubbed on them, but immediately kiss back without hesitation.
So that I can touch him, I wipe the disinfectant that was on my finger, on my floor, and place my arms around his neck. I feel his left hand go to my waist, pulling me closer so that I’m straddling his lap. My heart flutters as I think to how he’s so strong that with one hand, he can pull me on top of him.
But besides his strong demeanor, he’s soft and gentle. He seems to already know how to match his lips perfectly with mine, or maybe they were made just for me.
And yet sadly, I’m the first to pull away. He leans in as I do, still wanting more. His eyes are still closed as if he’s trying to relive what just happened, and when he opens them, his pupil is impossibly bigger. He seems to be speechless, and the only thing that comes across his lips is a large smile, despite the stinging that may come with it.
My face is red hot, and I rub my finger across his lips. “I hope that doesn’t get infected now.” I speak. What is my obsession with his wounds getting infected? Oh my god!
“Well at least I’ll know how it got infected, and how worth it, it was.” I would have laughed at his words if I didn’t hear a cough at the window. The both of us looked up to the familiar red, green, and yellow colors, standing there looking absolutely disgusted.
The boy below me rolled his eyes.
“Robin.” Is all he said as my face flushed out of color.
“Is this civilian causing a problem, Red Robin?” Robin asked, not breaking eye contact with me.
“No. They just helped me with my wounds is all. You can leave now.” Red said. I tried to move myself off of him, but his grip on me softly tightened.
Robin shook his head. “Batman asked of me to come and collect you. He has not heard from you for nearly an hour, and would wish us to regroup.” Damn. For how young he was, he spoke pretty well. Maybe he was older and hit puberty late or something.
Red sighed. “Well can you at least give us a moment please?” He asked. Robin nodded.
“As you wish.” He went to go jump down the stairwell, but he stopped for a moment. “And next time, keep the window closed.” He leaped down from my view, and I looked back down to the boy against my wall, whom I was still sitting on.
“I’m sorry. But I guess duty calls. And if that duty is Batman, then it’s immediate.” He loosens his grip on my waist and sighs. He lets me get off of him now, as I lean down and help him get up.
“Don’t use that arm, and make sure not to do anything to make those claw marks any bigger. Now go back to your base or whatever and get actual help.” I order, as he sits down on the windowsill.
“Do I at least get a goodbye kiss?” He asks, smirking. I roll my eyes and lean in. His left hand finds its way to my cheek, caressing it as I kiss him softly.
This time, he pulls away first. “If I don’t see you within the next week, I’ll send one of the others to give you an update for how I’m feeling.” He says. I nod.
“I don’t care. Just get better.” I cup his cheek, and he smiles.
He doesn’t say anything as he exits my window, and starts down the stairs in the fire exit. Below, I can see a motorcycle with Robin sitting on it.
"Took you long enough." I heard Robin complain.
“You could wait 5 more minutes.” My boy wonder said, as he started up the engine. He looked up to me, smiled brightly, and waved. I waved back.
“I’ll see you soon!” He promised.
“It’s a date!” I replied. He chuckled and drove off down the alley. I watched as he drove away from my view.
I closed my window and locked it. My heart was racing, and my mind was blank. I stared back to the unfinished essay on my bed.
“What the fuck just happened?” I asked myself.
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Good one Vampire Supergirl (Sasha Calle)
Kara nibbles on Y/N’s neck…
Kara: you’re all mine!
Y/N: stop it that tickles!!
Kara: never! You are now under my control
Kara continues her vampiric assault
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe, DC Extended Universe, DCU (Comics), Batman - All Media Types Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Dick Grayson & Jason Todd, Dick Grayson & Tony Stark, Dick Grayson/Zatanna Zatara Characters: Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Bucky Barnes, Alfred Pennyworth, Bruce Wayne, Original Character(s) - Character, Zatanna Zatara, Tony Stark Additional Tags: Alternate Universe – Canon Divergence, Ironbat AU, Iron Man 1, Pre-Man of Steel (2013), Family, Drama, Hurt & Comfort, Gen Work, Background Romance, Past Romance, Mpreg, Pregnancy, Teen Pregnancy, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Non-Traditional Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Omega Dick Grayson, Dick Grayson is Robin, Omega Jason Todd, Alpha Bucky Barnes, Female Bucky Barnes, Alpha Bruce Wayne, Omega Tony Stark, Background Tony Stark/Bruce Wayne, Because Tony Is MISSING, Cross-Posted on FanFiction.Net, Don’t copy to another site Series: Part 17 of the black and gold 'verse, Part 27 of thetaverse Summary: AU//Two months after Zatanna’s return to San Francisco, Dick realizes that she might have left something...a future someone, with him. But before he can talk with Tony about it, Tony is kidnapped in Afghanistan. And then Jason goes into heat for the first time, presenting as an omega.//Or, the eighteenth story in my Ironbat ABO series, the black and gold ‘verse! Contains mpreg.
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I had the request screenshotted, but I lost it in my gallery after deleting a bunch of stuff for storage space and can't find it, sooo... my fault, shawty😗.
~ Star✨️
Unexceptable
(but not for the reasons you think, don't trip)
Prompt: Study date turned movie night? I think, yes. Except, obviously, it's not a date. You guys have established that within yourselves multiple times over the period of being assigned this project. So then, why does it feel like a date? And why didn't you think about doing the unthinkable before you did it? Why would you- Oh, nevermind, he liked it.
Timeline: Post S!:FOTG
TW/Content:⚡️These bitches gay. Good for them. Good for them⚡️Cursing⚡️Mentions of struggle/confusion with identity and sexuality⚡️Mentions of death (in a jokey way, you'll see/be able to tell the context, don't worry)⚡️Billy being maybe slightly OOC?? But also maybe not
Reader: Male! He/Him/His Pronouns! LGBTQ+!
Requested By: @bansheecries
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Before the teacher could even call your name, your hand shot up into the air. She stared at you behind her glasses, unsure of whether or not she should bother before inevitably doing so.
"Yes, (Y/N)?"
"Can I work by myself?"
Normally, the sudden attention of all of your peers would make you want to gag and recluse. But, you were willing to ignore it this time, seeing as working with some random classmate you didn't even get to pick seemed a lot worse.
"Well, honey, it's a group project. You can't do all of that work on your own."
'Oh, yes, the hell I can...' Was your thought to her innocent attempt at persuasion. On top of the anxiety working with a stranger caused you, you also knew that if you were stuck off with the wrong people, you'd most likely end up doing all of the work anyway. And get a lower percentage of the credit.
Screw that.
"It's fine, I just really wanna work on my own." You attempted twice, and the teacher still wouldn't buy it as she offered up a compromise.
"How about you just work with a partner, instead? There isn't enough to make equal groups of four, anyway, so... uhh..." She scanned down her list of student's names, stopping when she was satisfied with her choice.
"Billy Batson. You two can work together!"
You couldn't and didn't even look in his direction, not wanting to see whatever reaction it was that he had to this bit of information. You also refused to look in order to hide your own response, absolutely sure your body would just rat you out with the glowing red of your cheeks or the nervous shake of your hands.
Although, you supposed that this was what you deserved for being picky in the first place. Now left with the unavoidable predicament of working with your year long hallway crush, you figured you might as well make the best of it. Besides, you didn't even know if he was...
If he was part of...
He didn't even give off that vibe if you were honest with yourself. And you couldn't draw on whether or not he'd, at the very least, even be an ally. What would crush you is if he wasn't. And what would kill you is if he was in the community and just not into you.
So your "best of it" was essentially just getting free, extra eye-candy, at the low, low price of doing some lame school project.
What could go wrong?
"Now, class, I want you all to really focus on working through this over your weekend! It's due Monday afternoon, and not a minute later, so I don't wanna hear any 'Oh, I didn't have the time...!' excuses!"
"Hey..."
You practically jumped out of your seat at the sudden greeting, not even processing that it was Billy's voice until you looked up to meet his emerald eyes.
God, had he always been that tall?
"Yeah, what's up?" Was your painfully played off "nonchalant" response, as if you weren't literally scrambling to gather your loose items together and hold eye contact at the same time.
"I know we could just do this online, or whatever, but I've never really been good at the whole research thing... so, d'you wanna just hang and do it at my place?"
You could only stare, like a deer caught in headlights at his invitation that had ceased any movements you were making to a full stop while the class continued to chatter in their boisterous cliques and groups.
"Huh...?"
"The project." Billy clarified, hoping he wasn't being too quiet for you to hear. He was aware of his tendency to pose as a little distant. Maybe even shy. But with you, he hoped to possibly strive for some sort of friendship outside of his siblings and goddesses (a.k.a. Anthea, unknowingly to the average citizen, of course). He was never around in a single place long enough to actually form a connection, and now that he had been, he figured being partnered up with one person rather than thrusted into a group seemed to be more his speed.
Plus, Billy was intrigued with you enough as it is, always catching your eyes staring into his before you'd quickly look away. Or whenever you'd pass him, there'd be a sudden tension he couldn't place that was gone just as fast it came. Weird, at first, which was what anyone would think. But later on, as spoken...
Intriguing.
"Oh, yeah. Sure, I can do that." You nodded, flushing away any previous anxieties while Billy's lips pulled into the tiniest of smiles.
"Cool. Just meet me outside when school let's out, we'll just walk."
And with that, he was heading back towards his desk, leaving you to anticipate the future events of this afternoon.
The bell rang. Last period...
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It came and went, all thirty minutes of your eighth period class spent with your heart pounding outside against your ribcage and your palms sweating. You would've wiped the denim from your jeans away if it were possible, given how many times you'd run your hands against them. You couldn't even focus on the lesson, repeating in your head all of the things you could and should say and do.
Reminding yourself to act "normal" whatever that truly meant. It was times like these you struggled the most with being at peace with your identity. Technically, you were out. But it wasn't like everyone knew that, nor cared. And for those who did care, it was usually in a negative aspect that left you feeling isolated and abnormal.
But at the same time... you could be thinking about this all too deeply. It was just a harmless crush, and you knew nothing was likely to come of it. You relaxed yourself as you walked through the halls of Fawcett Central, knowing that whatever was meant to happen would. And that it wouldn't happen if you couldn't handle it.
Deep breaths. In, and out...
"Oh, so you're definitely (Y/N)...!"
You were taken aback by such a statement. Was it... obvious? Then again, who else would you be? But still-
"'Sup." You greeted with a head nod, the boy coated in blue returning it with an excited grin and a knowing point. You recognized him but couldn't place his name. A frequent target of the fraternal Breyer twins, the kid who was friends with superheroes, has a whole YouTube account dedicated to The Human Powerstorm...
"Y'know, Billy's been talking about you non-stop, and honeslty... I thought you'd be-"
"Shut up, Freddy..." Billy demanded though his teeth, sending his brother a nudge to the side.
Oh, there it is. That was his name.
. . .wait, what? Thought you'd be what...?!
"What, dude?! I was just gonna say I thought he'd be taller."
Oh, okay.
"We're the same height." Billy grumbled once more, rolling his eyes while you continued to stare. He stated a fact you didn't even realize, always having just assumed Billy was taller than you. But you supposed, now with the both of you standing, you were about the same height. Ideal for hugging.
You shook your head at the last thought, an intrusive one that made you grow hot at just the thought. Instead, you played it off as amusement, adding a shrug and a chuckle along with as you spoke up.
"It's fine, dude. It could be worse. We could be getting mistaken for sixth graders."
There was a pause in the air, the brothers staring until Freddy's smirk grew into a genuine (and... unique) laugh.
"I like this guy!" Was his announcement, throwing an arm around your shoulders. "I totally get why you two got paired up, now."
"Right..."
Billy seemed a little less than enthusiastic about the statement, but only because he'd wished Freddy would remove his arm from around you. He didn't know you like that, and he was already praying things wouldn't be awkward. Especially with his family.
Not that... Billy himself knew you that well, either. Regardless, he stared daggers and was only back to feeling content when Freddy finally dropped it and turned the conversation to the both of you rather than simply bombarding you with a million different questions.
Not that you minded, simply enjoying the walk to their house and seeing this as an opportunity to make new friends, get closer to more people. Certain people. Plus, Freddy's constant sly jokes eased your nerves, making it easy for you to use them as a launchpad in talking to Billy. He was happy to reciprocate whenever he could, but still remained somewhat reserved.
Neither you nor Freddy could truly place why, exactly. But it didn't last long as you approached their large home, yourself gazing up at it while the brothers entered ahead.
"Fair warning, my siblings are... I dunno, they're insane. So just, like... ignore them." Was Billy's slightly ominous warning, which left you to laugh in the slightest in understanding.
"Sure thing."
Your one instructed task to ignore his family was something you failed at almost instantly. How could you when one was cushions deep into the couch, yelling at his switch? Another hurriedly sweeping piles of confetti under a rug in hopes for her mess not to be seen. Two more arguing who gets to pick the next song while Freddy was quick to join the chaos, wandering in between them as if he were the true mediator of the bunch.
And then, the oldest two adults in the house, which you assumed had to be the parents, came into view in hopes to reorganize the child-ridden living room. The perfect chance for Billy to slip you by and upstairs to his room. No one noticing, no one stopping the two of you and causing a scene about the whole ordeal...
"C'mon, let's go." The brunette whispered, eagerly letting you walk ahead as if he were almost trying to push you up the steps.
"Oh, hey, kiddo! How was school?"
"Billy, who's your friend?"
Shit.
"Oh, he's-... We're just partners for a school thing, it's...not a big deal."
Rosa didn't believe that not one bit. Well, the school project made total sense, but the way she watched her son fidget around you nervously and refused to make eye contact, for fear of showing off the red glow of his cheeks, made it evident his feelings resided in hopes of being much more than "school partners".
Victor, on the other hand, thought nothing of it. Elated at the fact that such a partnership could breed new grounds for a potential friendship outside of someone already living in the house. He just needed to instill some much needed confidence and encouragement into his son, and all would be well.
"Ah! I remember those days...!" Victor sighed fondly. "You boys just let me know if you need any help. I happen to know my way around a marker and some glitter, courtesy of Darla."
"Dad, no, please..." Billy began, Darla peaking her head from around the corner of the den at the mention of her name.
"It's just research, we'll be fine."
"I actually... don't mind glitter..." You spoke up with a smile, already amused with the dynamics going on around you. But a quick glance in Billy's direction made you shrug, his joking glare meeting your (E/C) eyes, causing your opinion to change.
"But just research is fine, too."
"Of course." Victor nodded, turning and gesturing towards the boy in blue. He had regretfully gotten himself in the middle of Pedro and Mary's playlist argument, trying his very hardest to play "Keep Away" with the iPod held high above his head and waving it around wildly to avoid snatches and grabs. It was only when he heard his name that he paused, Mary taking the opportunity to yank the device away as he stared.
"Freddy is the one you go to for that. Or Mary, but I think she's busy."
"Well, good thing he has me." Billy retorted, a murmur that was laced with irritation and yet still caused the heat to rise to your cheeks. If you were already this flustered at simple and more than likely meaningless words and slight glances, you didn't have a clue as to how you were going to make it through the next couple of hours.
But, you weren't really left with much of an option, Rosa swift to intervene as she ushered you two away and up the stairs.
"Why don't you two just go on and get started. I'll just check on you later and bring snacks or something, okay? Okay, have fun!"
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Though Billy thought "fun" was near impossible given the circumstances, he wasn't shocked at the fact that your presence was making this all a little more bearable.
A lot more bearable, quickly discovering and admiring how efficient you were with your half of the project. Researching and rewording information seemed to be an ease for you, so much so that you were even able to multitask. Holding an entire conversation with Billy about something completely unrelated while leaving him to focus on the more visually appealing, creative bit of the presentation.
Of course, bliss would never last for as long as he'd hoped, Freddy consistently trying to barge in and join in on the bonding or offering uneeded advice. To both of you, on what should go where and what should be said about your school project. And to Billy, separately, his brother having already assumed the most intense of interests you could have in another person; a crush.
Or when Rosa would pop her head in, ever so curious as to what the two of you were up to, seeing if you were hungry and whatnot. As well as to shoot Billy knowing glances and encouraging thumbs up.
He would brush away the both of them, further amusing you and raising your hopes up in the matter that maybe Billy wasn't just eyecandy. That maybe you really did have a chance, if you played your cards just right. But, you also figured maybe right now wasn't the time. The circumstances incorrect.
'Just work on being his friend, first.' You thought. 'Don't blow it before you even have a chance.'
Even with such self-instruction, it was still hard. Hard to just want to be Billy's friend when everything that happened between the two of you insinuated more. At least, that's what you thought whenever your hands would lightly brush up against one another's. Sharing a pencil and notebook, or simply just because you were sat too close to one another.
Or when when one of you would enthusiastically keep the side conversation going, and then hurriedly look away to avoid such intense eye contact. Shy, the both of you, even though there was seemingly no reason to be. You even found it endearing when Billy would go through the trouble to kick Freddy and Rosa out of the room, away from the scene. Rejecting their offers of snacks or help, just for him to turn around and ask/say things like, "Are you hungry? I could get you something real quick." "Oh, don't worry, I can do that, you don't have to..." right afterwards.
"What, is that a band or something?" Was his next question. Although, this one wasn't as endearing and silly, or grounds for a new topic. No, this one... this one shocked you. Visibly.
"No, it's not a band!" You exclaimed through a chuckle of disbelief. "It's a movie! You've...never seen 'Stand By Me'?"
"No...?" He answered, more in tone of a question while your jaw dropped further to the ground, if possible.
"Never??"
"...Should I have?"
You disregarded it, the both of you now chuckling awkwardly seeing as he wouldn't be able to understand your reference anyway. And yet, you were curious to know what he had seen. Maybe you two would have a familiar favorite in common. Prerequisite for a friendship to thrive, of course. Totally not you just wanting to know everything about him.
"IT?"
"It, what?"
"No, the movie." You laughed. "IT."
Billy looked away, thinking for a moment and then answering the moment his green eyes shifted back to you.
"Didn't that just come out not that long ago?"
"What? Dude- No." You sighed. "First of all, it dropped in 2017, so no, it didn't just come out. And second, I'm talking about the original one. You know, Jonathan Brandis, all of them..."
"I don't... keep up... who?" Billy stammered, urging you to explain a little deeper.
"Seth Green... Tim Curry... these are well-known people, man."
Apparently not, silence clouding over the two of you as Billy shrugged lazily, smiling to himself, wishing he had a clue what you were talking about. Although he enjoyed hearing you ramble, he wished he could participate a little more. Harder than he thought, realizing he never spent much time on pop culture until, what...? Late fifteen?
He couldn't be blamed for that, could he? He was new to this. He only had three years of experience being an actual, semi-normsl teenager!
"Okay, fine, whatever." You huffed, mocking offense to his uncultured ways. "There's no way you haven't seen 'Breakfast Club', though."
"Uh, way." He sassed with another awkward chuckle, leaving your eyes to go wide in incredulity. "What is that? Do they have a club where they talk about breakfast? Like-"
"No, it's about-... Oh my god, bro, do you live under a rock?"
Sharing a loud laugh, both at his words and the ridiculousness of not having seen (in your opinion) such a masterpiece, you threw more to the table in rapid fire. Lightning round.
"Back To The Future."
"Nah."
"Gremlins."
"Mm-mm."
"Honey, I Shrunk The Kids."
"Sounds lame."
"Ignoring that. E.T."
"That's the one with the kids and the bikes, right? With that alien?"
"Yes!" You hissed in excitement. But seconds after, it struck you. You had to be sure...
"Wait, was it on Netflix?"
"Yeah."
You huffed. E.T. was not on Netflix.
"That's 'Stranger Things', Billy..."
"Nuh-uh." He shook his head. "Mary and Freddy are watching that together, and I refuse to give in to the hype. It wasn't a show, either. It was a movie."
"Earth to Echo..." You sighed, and he nodded quickly, giving an excited point and a smile in your direction.
"Yeah, that's it!"
"Dude..." You trailed, pinching the bridge of your nose before throwing out one last suggestion. He had to have seen this one.
"Goonies."
"Okay, now you're just making stuff up." Billy smirked, turning his attention back to the laptop while noises you couldn't even name if you wanted to left your lips.
"...!! You're literally wearing a shirt for it! Like, deadass merch on your body, right now."
Billy looked down, tugging at his gray T-shirt and looking almost shocked to see the word 'Goonies' written in its iconic font.
"I... just liked the pattern, man. I didn't know it was a movie."
And when he looked back up to meet your narrowed eyes, filled with a sudden determination he could recognize from the many times Freddy or Darla possessed the exact same look... he knew he was in for it.
"Unexceptable."
The laptop was whisked away from his arms into yours, your fingers expertly moving at a fast pace to Google, typing in a website you used to pirate watch movies for free. He watched, intrigued when you typed in the name of the movie on his shirt and hit play.
"What about the project?"
"Trust me, your knowledge on some of the greatest teen films of all time is much more important than some random facts on ancient Greece."
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You were right, Billy found, having thoroughly enjoyed 'Goonies'. As well as 'Karate Kid', 'Super 8', and right now, half of 'Weird Science'. He also noticed another fact, one of which he voiced to you under the light of the computer screen. The only light in the room, minus some coming from the hallway through the cracked door, seeing as the sun had gone down.
"You're really into the whole... eighties scene, huh?"
"Eighties, nineties, early two-thousands..." You trailed, your eyes glued to the screen as Billy's returned.
"I fuck with it." Billy nodded in approval.
"You'd better." You scoffed, playfully nudging him with your shoulder. "These are literal works of art, I don't know how you missed them."
"I wasn't alive when half- No, all of these came out, (N/N)."
You felt the heat rise from your chest to your cheeks at a sudden nickname he had given you. It was the one thing that had finally brought you out of your nostalgic trance, seeing how nighttime plagued the room and how close you two had remained for so much time. Reminiscing on moments that had happened mere hours ago during the other movies. Deep dive talks, laughter, even more light touches you fought yourself to ignore.
Even now, your leg pressed up against his. Should you move it? Had it always been there? Maybe you shouldn't move it if it's been there the whole time. It'd be sudden and weird. Or maybe your leg up against his was already weird, and he was just being polite about it, not saying anything.
Oh shit. You hadn't said anything, either.
"Yeah, well, neither was I, and I still found a way."
"That's 'cause you're weird."
Your head whipped towards him at such a nonchalant statement, and though your brain was screaming at you to play it off in some way...
...Ignore it, act like you didn't hear it, take it as a joke...
"In a good way." He added swiftly, meeting your eyes that were full of offense, but now softening into flatterment while all that left you was a small, "Oh." sound.
"I like being aro- Hanging out with you. You're-... It's cool. Like, I like you, y'know?"
Billy fixing his words to sound more... "acceptable" didn't at all change the meaning of them. Not when his tone was filled with complete adulation for you. When he could barely push it out in more than a whispered volume, and certainly not when his eyes were blown as they scanned each and every feature on your face. Not shamelessly, though. It was more of a subconscious act that he couldn't help, now that he was finally given the chance under less than preferred lighting.
You couldn't miss any such signals if you tried.
"I like you, too." You responded, your lips curving into a tiny smile with attempts to find the words that matched his own. To convey everything you wanted to tell him and more, because you knew "I like you" just isn't enough. It was too vague, too... simple. It could mean everything, but it could also mean nothing. And, natrually, you wanted it to mean something.
Something like...
. . .
Something like not regret, even though that's what you felt immediately after you had pushed your lips onto his. If anything, you hadn't thought you could scramble away from someone faster while seated in a chair (at least, not without falling on the floor) until you did it successfully, just now. Regret festered into shame in mere seconds, and word-vomit was coming up, and out of your throat before you could stop it.
"Fuck, dude. Shit, I'm so sorry, I don't know why I-... I mean, I do, but it wasn't- I should've...asked? I don't know, I just, I-..."
"No, no, no, it's fine, don't worry about it."
'Don't worry about it? Was that a gold thing or a bad thing? As in, just forget it ever happened? Impossible, nope. This whole thing is ruined forever, there is no "forget about it," that's. . . Or like, as in it was cool and he wanted it...? Or, at least, liked it, I don't know. Oh my god, I'm gonna kill my-'
Billy clearing his throat brought you out of your head, and back into the deafening silence that caved over the two of you. Torture, really, the only word you could find to describe the whole ordeal until you found yourself apologizing again.
"Billy, I'm sorry that I-... Y'know..."
"I told you, it's fine." He shrugged, having not even taken his eyes off of the screen. Not... the best sign, although it became clear he had more to say as he looked down into his lap.
"I've, um... never been kissed before. So I just..." He laughed. "Was I any good?"
"You... What?"
Well, now you were just hopelessly lost, aside from being a hopeless romantic. Billy could practically sense the cogs turning in your head, from one, "Did I just steal his first kiss?" cog, to the "Wait, he's gay, too?!" cog, to the-
"You knew??!" Billy laughed at your exclamation, watching as you covered your face and shook your head in full embarrassment. Your repetition of the words going muffled by your palms.
"Oh my fucking god, you knew..."
"If it makes you feel any better," Billy started, gently prying your hands away in order to see you. Or to show off those stupid adorable dimples he had whenever he smiled. Probably both. "Not right away."
"When'd you clock it?" You asked, curiosity getting the better of you as he moved himself so that he was back to being as close as possible to you.
"Right after 'Super 8'."
"Damn."
You thought you would've relaxed by now, free of the feelings, free of the closet, and the emotional turmoil that came with both. But with Billy's palm against the side of your face, bringing you in for more light pecks, you thought that maybe you'd slip into a heart attack or grow faint with how dizzy you were.
"OH MY GOD?!"
Scratch all that. It was now all back to panic and stress again as the two of you actually fell out of your seats this time trying to get away from each other, quickly looking towards the door to find Freddy's eyes near bulging out of his skull while Rosa struggled to keep her mouth covered with her hand. Hiding a wide grin.
"SORRY, sorry, our bad, we'll just-!" Victor stammered, throwing his hand up in an awkward wave, trying his best to shut the door with his wife and Freddy in the way.
"We just wanted to check in, carry on...!"
"We didn't see anything!" Rosa nearly squealed, having clearly seen everything as Pedro was quick and last to add, "You're gay, too?!"
The slam of the door triggered your burst into laughter, Billy struggling to pull himself together.
"Dude, you-..." Your gut laughs cut you off, practically gasping for air in between each giggle while he could only shake his head, glaring at the floor.
"I'm gonna kill my-"
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Idk bout y'all, but I love this fr. Like... I kinda sorta maybe based it off of a friend's experience (not to a T, I actually changed up a lot), but I still think that makes it all the more genuine.
Plus, a lot of the writing/thoughts are thoughts I've had my damnself dealing with my own sexuality and identity and whatnot (I'm Bisexual and Polyamorous), so it really just...
I'm proud. Of myself, of this imagine, of you all out there who are proud to be who you are, and I want you to know that you aren't alone. Because even if you only have one person on this planet who supports and loves you, just know that it's me (and Moon, ofc, so that's technically two).
DMs are always open, happy pride month, and I love you all so, so much🫶🏽💞.
~ Star✨️🏳️🌈
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Study Partner
Welcome to Day 17 of Blacktober!
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Marks of algebra equations littered multiple pieces of paper, each one crossed out with an in red ink. Y/n places her forehead on the table, the stress and frustration getting to her as she tried endless amounts of times on at least ten pieces of paper, front and back, trying to learn how to use the equations for her math homework.
Nothing was working no matter how many times she did it by hand, used her calculator or the apps on her phones would give her different answers.
“Oh my god~~~~“ she yells out in frustration.
“You know what, I quit!” Y/n bawls up the current paper she was working on and throws it to the trash can, missing it like the other ones.
“Having trouble with math?” She looks up to see her best friend Dick Grayson walk up to her. He sits next to her at the table and picks up one of the bawled up pieces of paper on the table, looking over the contents.
“Yessss~~I swear Mr. Hudson cannot teach.” She whines and Dick just smiles.
“Okay, walk me through it.” Dick places the paper in front of her and Y/n groans again, slapping the table.
“Come on, I know you can do it.” Y/n looks up at him and sees that he raised his eyebrows at her expectingly. Rolling her eyes, Y/n sits up again and picks up her pencil, trying the equation again.
Dick watches her with a lowered gaze, his eyes taking in her side profile and especially the pout on her full lips.
“Okay, do I do 2x and multiply it? Dick?” She asks. Y/n looks up to see him looking at her with an off gaze and snaps her fingers in his face. His eyes were still unfocused.
“Richard John Grayson! Hello?!” She exclaims.
Dick finally snaps out of his stupor and refocuses his attention to Y/n who was frowning in confusion at his behavior.
“If you’re not going to help, then do me a favor and pick up the papers that I missed.” She says with an eye roll.
“Sorry, I just got a little…distracted. What were you asking?” He looks over the paper she was working on and sees she was stuck on a step.
“So with the 2x you have to divide it, then you have to change the whole fraction into an improper fraction and that gives you the final answer.” He instructs.
“Okay, so divide this…with this, then…” Y/n writes down the equation as he instructs and stops again.
“Wait, you said change the improper fraction?” She asks looking at Dick.
“Mmmhmm.” He hums and Y/n continues the problem.
“Ohhhh, okay I get it now! Alright hold on, let me try on this problem.” Y/n takes her homework paper and proceeds to do another equation using the same steps.
While she was doing that, Dick is back to admiring Y/n, her hair was pulled into a high curly bun as some curls framed the side of her face. Her black eyes roamed the paper while her brown hand was wrapped around her fuzzy pencil, writing in precision. Her brow was tinted in concentration as she finished up her equation.
“Okay, did I do this correctly?” Handing over her paper, Dick looks over the sheet, taking in each number and symbol before turning to look at her fully.
“Congratulations Y/n, you may pass Algebra and graduate this year.” He teased and Y/n nudges his shoulder playfully.
“Not everyone can graduate early, Grayson. Thanks for your help, I need it for this test tomorrow.” She said.
“No problem, that’s what friends are for.” He says.
The next day, Dick waited outside of the main building of the college he had recently graduated from and leaned against the stone stairwell, scrolling through his phone.
Seeing students appear in the courtyard of the collage, Dick looks up to see the students clamor and rejoice as they stepped out of the double doors of the building Y/n was currently attending class.
He looks around for his best friend, Y/n in the crowd and so far he didn’t see her. He was about to use his phone to call her when he heard his name called.
Before he had a chance to react, Y/n suddenly hugs him, with a delighted scream as her cheek rubbed against his. She held a paper in her right hand and from what he could see from his squished face was a big red 98% printed at the top of the paper.
“I passed! I passed my test, Dick! I’m graduating this semester!” She shouts excitedly, and Dick wraps his arms around her waist returning the hug just as tight.
He then felt her shaking and looked down to see, her eyes closed and tears rolling down her cheeks. Y/n sobs into his black shirt and he is more than happy to comfort her.
“I’m hoping those are happy tears?” He jokes and Y/n nods, burying her face deeper in his generous embrace.
“I’m so proud of you.” He says and then his eyes widen when Y/n suddenly kisses him.
Once she pulls away, she’s rubbing her left cheek of her tears and smiles.
“Can we get ice cream?” She asks the stunned man.
“Uhhh…”
“Come on, it’s your treat for all my hard work.” She sniffles and grabs his left hand pulling him along.
Dick doesn’t respond but, he does have a goofy smile appear on his lips, he would buy all the ice cream in the world for her if that earned him another kiss.
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Scars
note: I literally had the strongest urge after seeing a drawing from Harleen (the comic books, go read it), and got a wave of inspiration.
warnings: talk of abuse, talk of Stockholm syndrome, self-consciousness, angst w a happish open ending, Harley being sad :(.
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Beyond Harley’s pale complexion and her natural beauty, there are scars. Metaphorical and psychical ones. Ones that she covers with makeup everyday, hiding them from herself and the world. It took awhile for Harley to finally stop covering them, years after her break up with the Joker. And even then it was only when she was home.
It wasn’t until she opened herself up to friends, and most importantly her girlfriend, that she could handle thinking about them. Harley cant count how many scars run across her back, the few on her face are obnoxious and loud, covering what used the be the favorite parts of herself. There’s two crossing on her nose, one running down her cheek, another slotted just next to the corner of her right eye.
Lord knows the amount of bullet scars she has on her sides or her arms, probably hundreds. The Joker wasn’t much for safety over sexy. It didn’t matter how many times she flatlined due to an injury, he never gave her anything bulletproof. He said it made her more fun; that the risk of breaking his toy made it more valuable.
Harley can remember how battered and bruised she was when she finally escaped his clutches— not that she even wanted to. He had tossed her out and told her not to come back, his goons shoving her back on the pavement time after time when she tried to enter the warehouse again. After a day she finally dragged her feet across Gotham, not even sure where she was going.
Thank God Pamela decided to sweep out her old base, because otherwise she wouldn’t have been able to save Harley. Harley probably would crawled back to him and gotten herself shot. Pamela thinks about that day a lot, the day she finally realized just how deep Harley’s Stockholm syndrome went. They even ended up fighting at one point, Harley saying he had cooled down now, that it was safe to go back.
Pamela cried for hours after that, Harley should’ve always felt safe around him. Harley never did though, she said it was apart of the game, that she was meant to be kept on her toes. It took five years for Pamela to help Harley realize that, that’s not what a relationship is. Of course she can’t take all the credit, after two years of healing and processing Harley found a girlfriend. You.
You were sweet to her, an abrupt change of pace from the Joker. It took Harley awhile to get used to it. You remember that stage of your relationship the most. Harley was jumpy and afraid, she didn’t dare to look at another woman when she was with you, and at one point asked you straight-up if you wanted to her stop talking to Pamela and Selena. You were completely baffled and told her no, that it wasn’t required and that you loved the both of them.
For the first time in ages, Harley wasn’t walking on egg-shells. She felt safe, and comfortable around a romantic partner. After three years free, Harley was okay when other women hit on her, she could give them a simple no, hold your hand up and smile. It wasn’t like she’d have to practically fuck you in front of someone to prove who she belonged to, or that you’d get jealous. You said that if you saw her sitting next to someone, you’d ask her out too. You told her you couldn’t blame human nature, and you certainly wouldn’t punish her for other people’s actions.
That one made Harley’s head spin. She didn’t understand how you wouldn’tpunish her, it was weird. Harley felt like she had no consequences, that she could do whatever she wanted. Of course you told her that she can’t, that you would be heartbroken if she did take an offer from another person, but you wouldn’t hurt her for it. You told her that you don’t have any right over her, the only person who gets to dictate and chose what she does is herself.
Harley still doesn’t like her scars, there are nights where she throws blankets over the mirrors so she doesn’t run the risk of looking at them. There are days where she thinks she’s ready to go outside, scars on full display, only to run back in the house sobbing. It’s been five years and Harley cant get past them, but she knows eventually she can. Especially when you hold her tight and kiss every scar she has, or when you trace them, tell her that her scars are proof of survival. That they only add to her strength and determination.
And as Harley takes off a blanket from the mirror, tracing her scars across her chest and shoulders, she understands. She understands that in time, her scars will fuel her success, that her scars will be fully closed and she will cease to care about them.
Harley smiles at thought.
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Suicide Squad: White.
Amanda Waller assembles a group of good people and will force them to do fucked up things.
You choose who gets to live and who gets to die.
Our Cast of Monsters:
Link to the resulting chapter will be posted oon.
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Two of The Same ~pt.2~
Pairings: Tim Drake//Red Robin x gn!Reader
Pronouns: I/They/Them/Me
Fandom: DC Universe
Warnings: Mentions of pain, use of language, mentions of blood and violence
Summary: Every night a masked vigilante comes into Y/N's bedroom, and to their knowledge, it's to "clean his wounds." But the visits go deeper than that when underneath that mask, unbeknownst to Y/N, is their classmate, Tim Drake, who has a huge crush on them.
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Two of the Same ~pt 1~
Two of the Same ~pt 3~
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~Tim’s 3rd person pov~
“And then I just kissed them, Dick! I kissed them! And they kissed me back! I cannot believe it! I can’t even fathom it! I’ve had a crush on Y/N for years, and it’s finally happening!” Tim laid back on the med chair, while Dick was stitching up the damage that Killer Croc had done to Tim’s chest.
“Honestly, dude! I’m proud of you! I’m glad that you’re finally making some progress with them! I told you that when you’d start gaining the confidence to talk to them, they’d fall for you immediately! You just have that kinda charm, man.” Dick smiled as he cut the last stitch, the wounds all taken care of. “They’re also one hell of a nurse too!” He added, patting Tim on the shoulder. Tim yelped.
“Dude! That’s my broken one!” He yelled, Dick winced, feeling bad immediately.
“Sorry dude. We still need to set it back into place. You broke it real good, which means that it’s going to hurt like hell when I fix it.” Dick walked over to the right side of the chair, holding Tim’s arm.
“If you think about it, I didn’t break my arm. It was actually the wall that Mad Hatter pushed me into that did it.” Tim replied, a sly smile on his face.
“You defeated Mad Hatter and then immediately fought and won against Killer Croc? In that state? Dude! That’s badass.” Dick let go of Tim’s arm, and got up to grab a cast to keep it in place once he sets it.
“Yeah. I’m just thankful that Y/N’s apartment was so close by. I don’t think that even if I contacted you guys, you would have been there in time. They really helped out a lot.” Tim’s eyes followed Dick as he grabbed the cast and a sling off of the counter.
“We would have been there in time, dude. But I’m glad you had some Y/N time before Dami got there. Sorry he disrupted you two, but we were really worried for you, ya know.” Dick walked back to Tim, placing the cast on the table near him.
“Sorry about that. I know I should have checked in, I guess I just really wanted to see Y/N before the end of patrol. It’s sorta something that makes my nights on patrol better.” Tim inhaled a deep breath of air as Dick lifted up his arm again, touching around for the spot that was broken out of place.
“Yeah well they really got to see you, huh? Guess they weren’t expecting to know that Tim Drake has all those muscles, right?” Tim was about to answer when Dick found the broken bone, Tim groaned. “Found it.” Dick laughed nervously. “Just keep talking. It’ll keep your mind occupied while I do this.” He stared at the arm, scared to hurt the boy in front of him, but he knew what he had to do.
“I mean. They don’t really know I’m Tim Drake yet. I haven’t really told them. Haven’t had the opportunity to yet.” Tim closed his eyes tightly, unsure of when his brother was going to pop his arm back into place. Dick nodded in agreement.
“Yeah that’s understandable, I’d probably keep it a secret too until-” He stopped mid sentence, shocked at what Tim had just said. Without thinking, he immediately snapped his arm back into place. Tim yelled in pain. “What!?” Dick asked loudly. Tim seethed in pain, rubbing his swollen arm.
“Ow, ow, ow…” Tim groaned. Dick just stared at Tim.
“Y/N doesn’t know that you’re Red Robin?” He asked, grabbing the cast off of the table.
“No! Of course they don’t.” Tim breathed out, trying to calm down the pain that was shooting from his arm down the rest of his body. He could feel his heart beating in the arm.
“Dude. I thought they knew who you were! This makes everything so much harder.” Dick started to attach the cast to Tim’s arm.
“How? Y/N kissed me back, didn’t they?” Tim asked, leaning up on the chair. Dick gave his brother a sympathetic look.
“Tim. Y/N kissed Red Robin, not Tim Drake.” Tim furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.
“Yeah, but I’m Red Robin…” Tim trailed off, understanding now what Dick was talking about. His heart shattered into a million pieces.
“You’re right. Y/N doesn’t know that I’m Red Robin. They only know that I’m Tim Drake, and they even said themselves that they aren’t that close to me.” Even though Tim had just kissed them earlier, this was no longer a victory.
Y/N had fallen for the heroic and extroverted Red Robin. Not the smart, ambiverted Tim Drake.
“I fucked up.”
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~Y/N’s pov~
I had finished Tim’s essay weeks ago, and I hadn’t seen him at school once.
Not until today, that was.
He had come to school with his arm in a cast, and still had a bright smile on his face. I don’t think I had seen him this stress free since the beginning of the second term.
I don’t know how he was doing it, because if I had my arm in a sling, I’d personally be the most stressed I’d ever been. But Tim always wore it well for being one of Gotham’s busiest workaholic bachelors.
But I decided that I wouldn’t give him his assignments until our Chemistry class after lunch. We sat across from each other, so that was the perfect time to give them to him.
I walked with my friend Jackie after lunch since we both shared Chem together. However, she ditched me halfway through because she saw her boyfriend walking down the hallway, and excused herself to walk with him.
Traitor.
I walked directly into class, and as early as ever, was Tim. He sat in his chair on his phone, typing away. Probably something to do with Wayne Enterprises. As always.
“Hey, Tim.” I greeted, sitting down at my desk. He looked up at me.
“Uh. Hi Y/N.” He said after a second. I reached into my bag to get out the red folder in which I had kept his assignments from the weeks that he had been gone.
“I hope you don’t mind. I was going to mail the homework to your house, but I decided not to since I didn’t know if you were sick or something. But I did them for you.” I handed him the folder, brushing our fingers as we did so. I saw his face turn red.
“Oh. Thanks. You really didn’t have to do that. That was really nice of you.” He thanked, opening the folder.
“Nah! It’s alright! I haven’t had anything better to do. I kind of just sit in my room all night anyways.” I hide my smile as Red Robin comes to my mind.
I hadn’t seen him for about a week, though. But the thought of him made my heart flutter. True to his promise, he sent Nightwing up to my window, and he gave me a little update. He also gave me a cute little necklace with a bird on it. If it pressed the beak, then it would immediately send a signal to the nearest bat-person and they’d come to my side.
“Red Robin wanted to give this to you himself, but I told him I could handle it.” Nightwing said as he handed it to me.
I didn’t know that I was holding the necklace until Tim spoke.
“That’s a pretty necklace you have there. Is it new?” He asked. I nodded.
“Yeah. A close friend of mine gave it to me.” I paused for a moment, knowing that Nightwing and I weren’t that close. “Well he didn’t give it to me. His friend gave it to me because he couldn’t.” I sighed in defeat. Tim laughed.
“I know what you mean. That’s nice of him.” He continued to smile as he looked down at the completed work that I had handed him.
Jackie came in right after the bell rang. I stared at her as she took her seat next to me.
“Dude you better be glad we have a sub. MacFannan would have beat your ass if she saw you come in late.” I told her. Jackie smiled.
“Well what she doesn’t know won’t hurt her. Besides, I’m leaving in like 5 minutes anyway.” My jaw dropped.
“Dude, what? Be for real.” I whispered.
“I’m being for real! My dad is letting me out of school early so that we can start packing for our family vacation! You’d be let out early with me too, but you chose to stay in Gotham for a week. Lord knows why you’d choose to stay.” She explained, talking with her hands. I giggled.
“Well, no matter how much I love you, I love my bedroom more. And besides, we went to Florida with my family last year. I can skip out on one trip.” I reminded her. She sighed.
“You love your bedroom more than your best friend? How dare you.” I shrugged smugly.
“It’s what’s in my bedroom that counts.” Jackie probably thought I meant my bed, or my laptop, or my desk. But I really meant the boy that would come in every night.
That’s the real reason I stayed. I had no way of contacting him, and in case he came while I was gone, I didn’t want to go another week without seeing if he was okay.
The classroom phone started ringing while the sub was taking attendance, and Jackie turned towards me. “That’s me!” She said, enthusiastically. I smiled back to her.
“Jackie?” The sub looked around confused, and Jackie raised her hand. The sub nodded. “Yeah, I’ll send her down. Thanks, bye.” The sub gestured to Jackie, and she hugged me.
“I’ll text you when I get home. I’ll see you sometime next week!” And with that, she picked up her stuff, and walked out of the room.
Traitor.
I followed soon after her when the sub had finished taking attendance and needed someone to hand the attendance slip in to the office.
“Missed me already?” Jackie asked as I caught up with her down the hallway. I laughed.
“Totally. Who wouldn’t miss you?” I asked her.
“Awh how sweet of you.” She said as she opened the office door for me. “M’bestie.” She joked. I nodded to her.
“Thank you, you sweet soul. I could pinch your cheeks.” I joked as she closed the door behind me. She wasn’t going into the office, and instead had to go to the door across from where the office was located, as that was where one of the exits for the school was.
We waved to each other as she turned around and walked out of the school.
I smiled at our attendance secretary as I handed her the slip. I turned back around, and exited the door. I pulled out my phone, and pulled up instagram. I skimmed past a few pages until I came across Tim’s.
A photo of him sitting at a cafè in a signature brown sweater, chewing on a breakfast cake, with a dopey smile on his face.
It was kind of cute. I stared at it for a while, adoring the dorky smile. I liked the post before I entered the classroom, closing out of insta.
When I walked in, the sub was on her phone, scrolling through what I suppose was her exes instagram page.
I noticed that people around the classroom were in groups of 2-4, and I sat down at my desk, grabbing my laptop out of my bag, and looking around for a moment.
“Are we supposed to work in groups?” I asked myself aloud by accident.
“We don’t have to. But if you know MacFannan, she usually pushes us to.” Tim replied quietly. I looked over to him. Jackie wasn’t here, and I really didn’t feel like doing this assignment by myself after doing weeks worth of mine and Tims’.
“Would you want to be my partner than?” I asked him. His face flushed red.
“I-uh. Yeah. Sure. If you want me to be.” He grabbed his laptop, and got up to sit down next to me.
I opened my laptop, and went to the website with our class assignments.
“Which assignment is it?” I asked, leaning over to look at his laptop.
“The stoichiometry one.” He said, his breath shaky. I hadn’t even noticed that I was hovering over his broken arm. I quickly moved away.
“I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to hurt you if I did.” I said worriedly. He shook his head.
“No, no you didn’t! You’re fine!” He insisted. I let a breath out in relief.
“If you don’t mind me asking, how did you break it?” I questioned, staring at the sling. He looked down at it.
“Oh! I was walking down some stairs at Wayne Tower, and tripped on my own feet. I can get kinda clumsy sometimes. But it’s alright. The fracture wasn’t too bad. I had a really good nurse. Setting it back into place was the worst part.” I smiled.
“Well I’m glad that you had some helpful hands to keep you in tact, and I hope that that arm heals soon. But if you need some help with anything, I’m here for you.” We smiled to each other as I looked into his eyes. A dark blue. His pupil was expanding by the second, covering most of the blue, which gave me a feeling of Deja vu. I bit my lip. “Actually. This will help.” I grabbed his laptop, and began to write on it. “I just wrote my number down. If you want to text me, you can. If you need anything at all, I’m here for you.” I reminded him. His face turned a deep crimson red.
“That’s um.. that’s really nice of you. I think I might keep that in mind.” He promised.
“You better.” I ordered him.
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It had been a few days since I had given Tim my number, and needless to say, we did not stop texting.
The more I got to know him, the more that I realized he was more than the smart son of the billionaire playboy prince of Gotham. He was kind, and funny. He was sarcastic, and something about him reminded me of someone. I just couldn’t put my finger on who it was.
Tim was sweet, and even though we just started becoming friends, I could tell that he really cared about me. I was right about his compassion.
And yet, he was good for a distraction. I had started to miss my masked crusader, and I wished that he was okay. He hadn’t come to visit me in a week and a half, and Tim helped keep my mind off of him.
Hell, I had even started to look forward to the boys’ texts, and my heart would race when I’d see his notification pop up.
But it was another late night, and Tim hadn’t texted me back for a few hours; Probably working on something with the newest Wayne Foundation project, when I heard a knock at my window. My heart raced and I opened it immediately.
There, and as happy as ever, was the boy I had been waiting to see for 2 weeks.
“Hey there!” Red Robin said, sliding into the window. He didn’t seem that beaten up tonight, and he seemed in much better condition than the last time I saw him. Except he wasn’t wearing a cast to protect his arm.
“Shouldn’t you be wearing a sling or something?” I asked. He smiled.
“I’ll be fine. I’ve fought under worse conditions! Besides, I couldn’t wait any longer to see you. I missed seeing your pretty face.” I smirked, crossing my arms.
“Is that the only thing you like about me?” I asked. He scoffed, offended.
“What? No, no, no! The prettiness is just something that comes with the whole package! That’s the least of my concerns.” I rolled my eyes at his words, but kept a smile on my face.
I started to walk to my closet. “Anyways, what is it tonight? A scratch on your arm? Your leg cut open?” I asked. I didn’t notice that he was right behind me, until I felt his hands wrap around my waist, his front against my back.
“Actually nothing for tonight. It was a boring patrol. I would have come sooner, but I had a last minute case file to turn in to Batman.” I blushed as his arms tightened around my waist. His head leaned down into the crook of my neck. I’m pretty sure my heart was going to fail right there and then.
“That’s a pretty necklace you have there, where’d you get it?” He teased. Ohp! There’s that Deja Vu again! I swear it’s been driving me crazy recently!
I grabbed his arms, holding them. I made sure to hold the broken one lightly. “I would have liked to receive it from you, but instead I had to get it from your accomplice, who wouldn’t stop making puns.” I informed. Red chuckled next to my ear.
“That’s Nightwing for you. It never gets old.” He paused for a moment before continuing. “I wanted to give it to you myself, but they wouldn’t let me patrol at all until my stitches settled. That, and I wanted to know that you would be safe if I wasn’t around. That way, if something were to happen and I wasn’t there, I know one of the others would be able to keep you safe.” My heart fluttered again. How on earth did Gotham deserve this guy?
“Well I thank you for worrying about my safety.” I mumbled, laying my head back on his chest.
“Just doing what I can to protect you. I don’t want you getting hurt. You see how I get hurt every night. I don’t want that happening to you.” I turn around to face him. I reach a hand up to cup his cheek. He leans into it.
“I’ll be fine. I have someone like you that watches over me. And I always make sure to keep a taser or pocket knife on me at all times. Besides, someone has to patch you up, and I would prefer it to be me for as long as possible.” I tell him. He smirks.
“Why? Would you be jealous if I went to another person to get all healed up?” He asked, leaning in closer to me.
“Very.” I close the remaining space we have, interlocking our lips together. His kiss is still gentle. He’s intoxicating, and deep. It’s like the first time all over again.
We pull away, and he leans his forehead on mine. “God, you’re the only thing I’ve thought about for almost 2 years.” He whispers. I laugh.
“Tell me about it.”
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HOMO SAPIENS IN NEW ARCADIA
The indigenous peoples of Arcadia have many creation myths by which they assert that they have been present on the land since its creation, but there is no evidence that humans evolved there. The specifics of the initial settlement of Arcadia by ancient Asians are subject to ongoing research and discussion. The traditional theory has been that sea-going hunters entered via the Oswego Sea and through the Great Western Forest 27,000 to 14,000 years ago, with widespread habitation of the continent occurring during the end of the Last Glacial Period, in what is known as the Late Glacial Maximum, around 12,500 years ago. The oldest petroglyphs in Arcadia date from 15,000 to 10,000 years before present. Genetic research and anthropology indicate additional waves of migration from the Oswego Sea during the Early-Middle Holocene.
(Petroglyphs on cliffs above Oswego Sea, dated to circa 13,500 BCE)
The oldest Homo-Sapien civilization on the Arcadian continent occured at Petrus around 12,000 BCE, where a collection of city-states around Petropolis began to organize. Anthropologist believe Caucasian seafaring people entered the area from the Oswego Sea, but nothing conclusive has yet been found.
(Artist Depiction of Ancient Proto-Petrus Peoples)
The ancestors of the Historic Petrus peoples, known by anthropologists as the Proto-Petrus spread throughout North Central Arcadia and dominated the region before eventually being split by the Oswego Peoples who inhabited south along the Arcadian River Valley. The Western Proto-Petrus organized into sophisticated agricultural city-states that became Ancient Petropolis, while the Eastern Proto-Petrus stayed fairly nomadic and gave birth the the Skaarg Culture of the Eastern Oswego Seacoast, the Droag Culture of the Northeastern Forests, and the Highlanders of the Eastern Mountains.
(Artist depiction of Aboriginal Arcadian Culture)
Anthropologists have found Mongoloid DNA traces in Homo-Sapiens in the Central Arcadian River Valley in remains as old as 11,000 BCE. Anthropologist call this culture the Aboriginal Arcadian culture and believe it is the ancestral civilization that eventually gave birth to Arcadias so-called Indigenous cultures such as the Oswego, Hilay, Wotyut, Chuncari and Issa People. The Aborginal Ancestral culture spread from coast to coast occupying the middle latitudes of the continent.
(The Lubanem Culture thrived in Southeastern Arcadia for over 10,000 years)
African DNA has been indentified in homo-sapien remains in Arcadia as old as 10,800 BCE in the Lubanem Culture in Southeastern Arcadia. The origin of African influence in Arcadia is the subject of great scientific debate. It is possible a land-bridge between the Arcadian continent and Africa may have existed in the ancient past, but as of yet no such evidence for one has been found. It is also possible Africans arrived with the Proto-Petrus at the end of the last Ice Age but no ancient African DNA has been identified in historical remains anywhere but in the Southeastern region of the continent. It is possible sea-faring Africans may have reached Arcadia as well in the Ancient past, but no evidence for seafaring African culture has been found.
(Depiction of The Mother, Goddess of Motherism, Circle 9,000 BCE)
The Lubanem Culture is thought to have originated Motherism, which spread throughout the Arcadian continent Circa First Century CE.
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