#despite knowing for a fact that Selina would want to try

[sisaloofafump]

The obvious way to deflect suspicion about his nocturnal tendencies is for Bruce to pretend that he is dating Batman. However, this sometimes means being in the same place at the same time as his supposed lover.

To do this they would have to mimic Batman's physical appearance, skillset, personality, communication style, fighting and detective abilities... while also being a believable romantic partner.

Also: do you think they'd be the first person Bruce would call?

[luludeluluramblings]

The Wedding Planner (Blurb)

Neglected!Reader ends up planning Bruce and Selina's wedding. The wedding goes great. Reader's life does not.

GN!Reader

You should've know being a Wayne would come back to bite you in the ass. Even though you had chosen to remain ignorant to the comings and goings of the family since you had moved out, for your own peace of mind of course. It had still managed to come back and take a massive bite out of your ass.

When you had moved out of the manor and started trying to make it on your own you luckily had some wealthy and non-wealthy friends. Friends that were more than happy to let you couch surf. Or, guest room surf in some cases. Your big break came when one of those dear friends had asked you to plan their wedding. You had accepted graciously, happy to help and wanting to thank them for all they had done.

It was stressful and eventful. There were tears, a little bit of blood, a shit ton of lace, and a mountain of flowers. But, God, was it satisfying. Watching your own plan coming together. The way you had prepare for everything that could have possibly gone wrong on such an important day. The tide pens, the red wine, the back up camera for the photographer. You had tamed the volatile chaos into a gorgeous and memorable symphony.

After that, you had found your calling. It wasn't anything heroic or noble. But, it was human and all you. And, you were damn good. It wasn't long until you had built a reputation of planning The best wedding in Gotham on any sort of budget. And, all the while, that forever distant family of yours left you the fuck alone. In fact, they had forgotten all about your existence. Which you didn't exactly mind. Avoiding the bat-shit, you called it.

Still, it came back to haunt you, eventually. Things rarely stay dead in Gotham it seemed. To bad you weren't in the business of planning funerals or your might have known that.

It all started when you took on a prestigious client that made you sign NDA after NDA before the first meeting. (Your first hint.) One of Gotham's richest and wealthiest your newly hired secretary had told you. (Your second hint.) You meet with the fiancé of this wealthy individual. A lovely and vivacious woman of sharp taste and wit by the name of Selina Kyle. Who had told you her future spouse was quite the sweetheart despite his serious demeanor. (Final hint, your out.)

Imagine your surprise when your own father comes striding into your office giving your client a kiss before turning to face you. In a way you felt proud of how you could easily read the shock on Bruce Wayne's face even after years of never speaking to him. When you plaster on a professional smile - having perfected the professional persona over your years apart - and hold out your hand for him to shake, it fills you with satisfaction to watch him falter. You damn near giggle when you go over the guest list and notice your name nowhere on it. You saw the way Ms. Kyle shot him suspicious looks at how shaken he seemed at meeting you.

You'd have paid to be a fly on the wall when she finally confronted him about it after they left the meeting. You'd still pay to be a fly now. Because if you were going to be trapped in a web, you'd rather be trapped in one that would kill you quick. Not in this web that was bound to slowly choke you and move your limbs like some macabre puppet.

Suddenly, after that fateful meeting, the family that had long forgotten you it now trying to burrow their way into the life you have built for yourself. And, they don't care how many holes they leave in it. As long as they had the pieces of you in their own lives, nothing else mattered.

Not like you didn't break your heart years ago trying to give them those same pieces they’re now tearing you apart for. Only for them to have been tossed aside until you picked them back up and finally moved on.

☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️

A/N: Sooooooo, I know I haven't posted much, but I ended up coming up with a few other Reader concepts and they have taken up most of my headspace. But, this was an idea based of of Smalltown!Reader. (The oc Smalltown!Reader is based off of always ends up a wedding planner as a back up plan.) Which I have the rough draft of Part 8 written for. I swear it's coming.

A/N: I should also start cleaning out my ask box. And, my drafts. (Been throwing things in there for later.)

A/N: I feel like I should expand on this at some point. Might be something to consider.

[lacy-oh-lacy]

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑮𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒎 𝑪𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝑺𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒔 𝒄𝒓𝒖𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒄𝒔

⋆ 𝑯𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒆𝒚, 𝑰𝒗𝒚 & 𝑺𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒂 x Reader | 𝑴𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕

𝑯𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒆𝒚

-Harley’s so over the top, she's pulling out her best grand romantic gestures from day one

-but she's also famously “crazy”, so how seriously are you even meant to take it when she starts declaring her love for you like she's a romcom protagonist and not a literal supervillain?

-Well, she takes it deadly seriously, there's a blurred line between a crush and suffocating devotion for Harley

-Emotions hit her hard and escalate fast, and suddenly she's all over you, she's gotta be the clingiest girl in Gotham and you’re not even dating

-Whether it's inviting herself to your home or hugging you out of the blue. Boundaries? Never heard of them

-She’s lovesick, some people might even say she doesn't have crushes, she has victims, but she truly would do almost anything to make you happy

-Her real victims are the people on your bad side, them and anyone who could take you away from her. If you try to date someone else while she has a crush on you, god bless their soul, you’re never seeing them again

-In her delusional brain it's only a matter of time until you feel the same way, but if that's not in the cards, don't worry because she may very well lose interest in you as suddenly as she gained it

𝑰𝒗𝒚

-As a misanthrope, Ivy hates the fact that she has a crush on you, a plain old human. She's disappointed in herself honestly

-Though a master of seduction and manipulation, she has no intention of using such tactics on you, or pursuing you at all for that matter

-More often than not she’s just as cold and standoffish with you as she is with the rest of the world but if you still treat her with decency despite that she's gonna fall for you 10x harder

-She keeps her feelings under lock and key but actions speak louder than words, and the non-verbal kindness she shows you speaks volumes

-Like, again, she’s such a misanthrope and yet she's saving your life, comforting you when you're down, forgiving you for faults that would sign someone else’s death warrant…

-She knows she should just stay far away from you since she doesn't want to deal with her feelings but she can't bring herself to do that either

-especially if you need her in some way, for a villain she really can't resist a damsel in distress

-Basically, she’s simultaneously the least likely of the three to confess her feelings, and also the biggest simp

𝑺𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒂

-Selina’s seductive charm is amped up to eleven around you, you could cut the sexual tension with a batarang

-but don't let your chemistry disarm you, because she’d betray you in a second to further her own ends

-not that she’d ever let something truly bad happen to you, she is much more protective than she lets on

-She’s good at playing it cool like that, you're never quite sure where you stand with her but you know you're getting special treatment

-She’s not a piner, she doesn't miss you when you're not around… but that doesn't mean you're not on her mind, more often than she’d willingly admit actually

-She’s slow to trust and even as she's falling for you she's testing you, she wants to make sure you're worth it

-and once she knows that you are, she is down atrociously bad, you wouldn't know it with how smooth she acts but this woman would follow you through hell

-She likes playing games, she likes the chase, but she also wants to seal the deal, she's used to taking getting what she wants and it shows

[the-sinful-voice-witch]

TIME TO LOVE STEPHANIE BROWN aka SPOILER

She deserves JUSTICE!

Greek Goddesses! Another character that earned a love post from me, she needs the love, she DESERVES to be loved 💜💜💜 (spoiler alert, this post will be a loooooooooong 😅 )

I found out about her and other characters thanks to the wholesome slice of life comic Batman: family Wayne adventures months ago (I've been a DC Batman fan since I was a kid but I mostly watched shows that didn't include said characters before starting with the comics) and I fell in love with her, I mean she is all purple and her hero name is SPOILER 💘 so she could jump on criminals and say things like: SPOILER ALERT YOU'RE ABOUT TO GET BUSTED 👊😂 HELLO? INSTANT LOVE 💘and then I searched for her, read a lot of comics... and learned SOOO many outrageous things!🤬 Welcome to Hypocrisyland 🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️. Here comes the RANT:

So she was an independent girl who made herself the Spoiler persona to "spoil" her wannabe Riddle father's evil deeds and she was a bit morally gray and cynical and wasn't particularly trying to be a hero or a vigilante and then after meeting Robin she started to change her mind inspired by HIM so all her thing started completely separated from Batman and technically it was by associating herself with Tim/Robin that at some point she started to want Batman's approval too and started the whole "fight to prove that I deserve a place here" thing but I think the amount of disrespect this girl faced is ridiculous! Treated like she was hopeless, useless, stupid etc... is she a punching bag? Treated like shit by so many characters for no good reason 😡 and I didn't see any satisfying consequence on them because of it, it was as if the way they treated her was justified because... I don't know, she was compared to Jason, to Dick, to Tim and to Barbara but when is only about her own person she wasn't good enough so they were hysterical about her hurting herself or dying faster than any of them 🙄, so everything is justified because they were worried?

Sorry but NO, I don't care if she isn't as skillful as characters like Cassandra or Damian that were raised to be living killing weapons by assassins or that she isn't intelligent genius detective level with a rich live background that could afford special ttraining like Tim or Batman himself, that she isn't some erudite engineer to build herself taser weapons like Harper Row or a suit flying armor like Luke Fox, that she doesn't have military training like Kate Kane, that she doesn't have hacker skills or a cop dad as Barbara Gordon, or she doesn't have powers like Duke or wasn't trained by ninjas like Selina Kyle or that she started only having good grades at gymnastics instead of having been raised in a circus by acrobats like Dick Grayson... I DON'T CARE, because she had a lot of qualities to start from Zero to Hero that are probably a lot more relatable than the other characters, most people don't have third rate criminal fathers but still she is a lot closer to the normal people than other characters and that makes her great, she is so resourceful even thought that unlike Batman and Tim she comes from poverty and can't get high tech stuff, yet she made herself a costume and helped take down her criminal father in a low budget! How come her resourceness in her situation wasn't impressive to them? How come that she had to endure being dismissed and underestimated constantly over and over until her death? It was exhausting to see! The fact that she started being resentful towards her father and wanted more revenge than justice is enough to ditch her as a hero? (Maybe the Avengers would have welcomed her better in that case 🙄) How much she had to train until the writers stopped making her look unfit and unworthy despite everything?

I don't get why they decided to make everyone around her be an asshole, a jerk, a hypocrite... Specially Tim and Batman (the AUDACITY of these two! Batman "fired" Her from being Spoiler like she being Spoiler had anything to do with him in the first place, entitlement much? Robin mantle I get it but The Spoiler mantle was hers from the beginning he can't fire her from it and then Tim went to comfort her, ironic since he kept telling her to hang the suit all the time, he also said being a Teen Titan was out her league when she was offered a place and told her she can't speak for herself, seriously you fucking jerk? Does he think he is Dick Grayson or what? 😒 the entitlement is spreading! and later when he became Red Robin he DEMANDED her to never be Spoiler again... Oh FUCK YOU 🖕🤬, mister "I discovered your secret so now you have to hire me as Robin" Worse part of that is that he said that after finding out things she was doing on Batman's orders wtf? So is bad always no matter if she disobeys or obeys Batman she can't win) They even made my dear Alfred be cold with at first because "she hurt Tim" but it was actually Batman's fault because he told her his secret 😤 well at least that treatment didn't last, bless Alfred for crying after her death when Dick asked about her and being so happy to see her alive he lose his British.

Why they hated her so much to the point they just doomed her to a horrible death that wasn't even heroic? She was tortured for days after provoking a gang war following one of Batman's plans trying to gain his trust back after he fired her from being his Robin for only 2 months! 🤬 2 miserable months!! because she disobeyed him (sure, sure, no other Robin BEFORE and AFTER her has ever disobeyed Bats orders right? 🙄) and the last person she sees before dying is him who was always comparing her to her male predecessors because he didn't like she was more questioning than them and then lied to her dying face about considering her a real Robin (by the way it felt so wrong that she became Robin out of spite because she saw a girl kissing Tim and she assumed he was cheating... I mean I can't blame her he did CHEAT on his first girlfriend with her, boy I hate this kind of teen drama) . They said it was "unclear" If he was telling the truth, HA! PLEASE. 🙄Of course he is not going to tell the ugly truth to a dying girl (he even "insulted" Her once saying she fights like a girl, wtf? She should have tell on him to Dinah lance) The ones who should have been there were Cassandra and Tim they actually did considered her a Robin, yep even Tim (he even mentioned a few positive things about her time being Robin) after he retook the mantle, they at least loved her! Even if they wronged her at least there was no doubt that they loved her... (Even if Tim's grief for her was short and too dry! 😡, They wanted people to forget about her so hard he was already having new love interests when not even a year passed, he suffered a lot more with his father and Superboy's death than with Stephanie 🤬, at least Cass cried and dreamed about her and thankfully Alfred and Barbara cried for her too even when they weren't that close to her at that time) Because seriously, this was a pitiful sad death, not bothering in making it a sacrifice or falling on combat saving someone noooo, she died after making a huge mistake trying to impress someone who never actually seemed to like her at all! In a gruesome and kinda sexualized way, nobody came to rescue her... Batman only showed up to pick her up after she escaped alone and tell her pretty lies before dying.

What a fucking Joke 🤦‍♀️ how humiliating for a character with a hell lot of potential WASTED! She didn't even get a memorial in the Batcave like Jason! Both their deaths were meant to be permanent but the comics only wanted you to remember Jason but not about Stephanie! Like he never existed! (And later the lame excuse for it🙄, like Batman suspected she wasn't really dead but he didn't tell Tim or Cass about that suspicion? None of them confronted him about the lack of memorial of her? Wouldn't they demand a memorial of a girl that meant a lot to them? He suspected she was alive but he never care to find her?🙄😑 Talk about crappy, tacky writing) it's like the character was thrown like garbage... Indeed that's what they intended to, her death was supposed to be permanent but fortunately for us fans rioted to demand her return very rightfully! 😤 and... Her return was still rushed, lame and lazy 😒 and they forgot to add a LOT of characters reactions seeing her alive 🤦‍♀️, like not even Cass??? I searched and never found a comic with her reaction after finding out she was alive! All out of camera, I hate that, is just so TACKY! Not an epic death and not proper comeback 😬😬

But then we had her run as the third Batgirl! Her solo as Batgirl did a lot of good for her character, with the exception of a few things I disliked like: her interaction with Catwoman that didn't make sense with how they met in the gangs war or that once again Batman has to have all the credit 🙄 because at the end he comes back from a not actual death and it turns out the whole make her a Batgirl was his doing and not Cassandra's doing😑 that would have been better because later they could rub it on his face but they couldn't because it was his idea 😬 but hey at least she got to SLAP him 🤣👏👏 that was epic BRAVO! Ahh that solo lasted too little! She got to put Tim in his place, she became friends with Supergirl and bonded with Damian as a big sister, I swear she should have spent more time with them, she demonstrated her bravery and willpower when she kicked the Scarecrow ass, finally earning Barbara's respect and admiration after she was so bitchy with her, its always so satisfying seeing characters standing up for her after so much mistreatment (i guess she had mixed feelings with the fact that Stephanie is a Batgirl that resembles more to her, Dick also mentioned that and thankfully he stopped being a jerk hypocrite with her too) and did I a mention that she FUCKING SLAPPED BATMAN? Because that is extremely important 😂 and Alfred defended her calling Bruce out in his bullshit test. Then for some stupid out of the blue reason she retired for a year... AFTER ALL SHE WENT THROUGH TO EARN THAT MANTLE? 🤬🤬🤬. Anyway she had to take the mantle back because she was chosen for some tournament where she had to fight Catman and there was Tim again looking down on her 🙄 "why weren't we chosen Cass we are better fighters she is a year out of shape" (Yeah who the fuck decided to make her hang the cape after everything? 🤡) at least Cass defended her saying that she is unpredictable, not like when they were training (Steph was still death) and out of the blue she unnecessarily tells him "you learn fast not like my last student" Really? I recall you enjoying training her 🙄 Sure Cassandra cried and dreamed of her but she used to look down on her a lot, the way she knocked her out in after being fired from being Robin was something we never see her apologize for, it was swept under the rug like never happened, Steph never confronted her about it even though she left her feeling betrayed 🤦‍♀️ and then besties again like nothing 😒. But at least she punched Tim for being an imbecile and then they got together again, so lovely, so happy, she was finally getting respect... BOOM: the new 52 reboot happened. 😃😃

The only thing I liked was that she got triple nunchakus as a personal weapon and that way she doesn't copy Robin's stick and the fact that she went through teen pregnancy and had to give up the baby because I hated that lazy plot that was only meant to make her and Tim have a closer relationship is not canon anymore(they really couldn't think of anything else to deepen their relationship than making her go through that pain so he could support her?😒🤦‍♀️ besides, she had a traumatic sexual assault experience as a child so I find hard to believe she would let herself get pregnant with the scumbag she dated before Tim, I hard to believe she didn't dumped him until he abandoned her in the earthquake) but her origin and relationship with Tim was erased along her time as Robin and as Batgirl(even thought that somehow thankfully now is canon again)and other character named Harper basically took a bit of Steph and Cassandra stories, mixed them and made them her own... pretty lame because Harper's concept was actually cool but she taking their place wasn't cool she also was the one to befriend Cassandra and had a conection with her first instead of Steph and the one who had to fight to be allowed to be a vigilante by Batman instead of her and she was the one that convinced Steph to join the fight instead of Steph wanting to do it by herself but the thing that infuriates me the most in this reboot was that she was accepted into the batfamily without much problem but altmost inmidiatly they made her go against them and againts Batman that this time wasn't being an asshole to her due to the apparent death of Tim Drake, Batman was even being affectionate with her, that hug he gave her to comfort her was precious 🥺 and so satisfying to see but then they had to ruin everything by making her be unreasonable and insufferable to create cheap drama 🤦‍♀️, now that she got the only thing she wanted pre reboot they make her want to walk away?🤡🤡🤡 not to mention I was already pissed of that in her solo as Batgirl they forgot what kind of interaction she had with Catwoman, basically Selina was the last person who was sweet and kind to her before she was killed, it would have been nice to see a proper reaction to her come back but the reboot made things worse! Selina was bitchy and mean to Steph even if she gave her some acknowledgement to her talent but she refused to grant my wish of training her and instead she was trained by the second Catwoman that honesty was disappointed but not that bad because I will like any character that would want to help Steph and Eiko (2° Catwoman) took her in for a while and bothered to teach her something so KUDOS 👍 for her! And Cassandra, Dinah and Barbara too.

And well I'm going to stop the rant here because aside of Tim dumping her and treating her shitty for no reason when they were finally happy so he could be with a random background NPC boy nobody cared about or even remembered so he could prove his bisexuality 😑😑😑, in general things are finally getting good for her: she is finally fully recognized as a Robin and she got another solo with Cassandra and Barbara as Batgirls that wasn't as good as the first one but it was nice and apparently she is now going to have her own team of young superheroes in a new comic.

I wanted to make an statement about things I like about her, the need to make her interact with other characters I think she would get along and my new Ship with her and Jason but all that will have their owns individual posts because I already wrote too much here, if you read it all thank you so much 🙏🙏🙏❤❤ if you felt offended or disagreed with something I said I apologize but remember that this is just the random opinion of a random Tumblr user so... See you in my next posts 😘💋💋

STEPHANIE BROWN DESERVES LOVE AND JUSTICE 💪💜

[mik3stuff]

Billy Cane (my DC self insert) lore

PART ONE - Backstory (before Batfam)

Before moving to Gotham, Billy lived in the northeast of Brazil, but because of his parents' work, he had to move to New Jersey. At the time, he was six years old and his egg had not yet cracked.

Around the age of nine, his parents, his older brother and he were kidnapped by the Joker, who killed his parents but only managed to slightly injure him before they were found and the Joker was arrested. Despite this, he still broke his ankle trying to escape, something that would leave long-term consequences. (+ the trauma of having his parents killed in front of him by an extremely bizarre and pisciotic clown, duh)

Despite this, his brother came out of the situation relatively well (or as well as he could at least), having dislocated his wrist (something that would also leave some after-effects), but still having to go to college and work after a few weeks.

(He still wanted to take his little brother and run away from that crazy town, but he knew that if they moved they could end up in an unpleasant financial situation and he could lose custody of his brother - like Lilo and Nanny from Lilo and Stitch - so he decided to stay, finish architecture school and try to get a stable job for now)

Now that his brother had to spend the whole day away at work and college, and the little time he did spend at home he was either tired or sleeping, Billy found himself with time to go out shopping and DIY-ing a few things to become the city's new vigilante when he wasn't at school.

PART TWO - The Beginning (self explanatory)

After the 'Joker Incident' some members of the Batfam decided to keep an eye on things to make sure everything went well.

(It didn't last more then a year until Cass found a little Jester sneaking out of the window in the middle of the night)

(The DIY clay mask looked pretty fucking awsome tho, she would give him that)

A week of patrol later and Billy found himself under Black Bat's wing after being cornered by a guy much bigger than him and all he knew was that now either he dropped the mantle, or he was going to have a superheroine on his tail insisting he drop it every night.

After two months of persistent bargaining and three near-death experiences Black Bat agrees to let him join her as 'Ghost Robin'

('Jason will be SO petty lmao' 'who's Jason? can i meet him?' '...not now kiddo')

PART THREE - Now (super-hero funky facts)

Jason was, indeed, very petty. Mostly by him being a kid ('Cass?? The hell?? i trusted you!') but also by the 'Ghost Robin' thing tho he would never admit it

He got along with Stephie, Babs and Duke right away, after three days he got along with Tim, it took him a month to get close to Dick, Bruce and Selina but he didn't give up.

Jason and Damian were certainly the most stubborn, but they were also the ones he tried the hardest for.

Damian because they're only a year apart, Jason because 'OH MY LORD IT'S RED HOOD *fanboy-ish sounds*'

took him three moths but he got them to like him a bit more then he expected...

(no romantic intonation please! familial for all of them)

Talia is like a mom to him too

Adopted by Los Todd-Kent (Jaysumm)

There are still details that refer to a jester in the uniform. He intends to go back to that costume when he stop being Robin

He becomes a member of the Outlaws later on as Redhoods sidekick a.k.a. Bones

PART FOUR - Extra (more funky little facts)

Currently between 12/13 years old

His full name is Izaak Guilherme Mauricio Dias Cane, but Billy is his nickname and William is easier to pronounce then Guilherme

His brother prob already knows, he just doesn't know how to ask

Sometimes him and Damian will be found sitting together drawing on the couch in the purest and most complete silence

Autsim (AuDHD)

He acts, sings, draw, paint, sculpt, sews, crochets and also makes beaded bracelets. Not for lack of something to do lmao

Jason is also teaching him how to cook and play bass

Candy, chocolate and cinnamon cake and Ice cream addiction

Has choccy milk, cheese sandwich and watermelon as his safe foods

He started dying a strand of his hair green because of Summer (@punkeropercyjackson)

Fights Muay Thai and do Skateboarding

PART BONUS - Related Posts

This post by my pseudo-mom Summer (a.k.a. @ punkeropercyjackson but I already tagged him)

This post and this post that are just like, silly headcanons, fun facts and interaction with other characters

@maxarat @yukii0nna

[weebsinstash]

On my platonic yandere Batfam bullshit again thinking about, like, deliberately dramatic scenarios because I crave emotional tension

-imagine if Bruce gets called in to regressed!Reader's school because you got in a fist fight with another kid, and this kid is the son of one of his prominent business partners and Bruce, uh, doesn't immediately believe you when you state for him and the principal why you got into a fight because, hey he knows that boy, he isn't THAT bad! And Bruce scolds you and makes you apologize and even grounds you once you two are in the car alone and you're just noticeably extremely angry and quiet to the point you won't even come out of your room for dinner. And after some time has passed, days even, a couple members of the fam are in a room together with you and someone cracks a joke about you losing your temper over a misunderstanding and you just, stare directly at them as you pull out your phone, press play on a video, and walk away as they watch where you had been trying to take a photo of something like idk a flower or the weather and began accidentally filming after Selina helped dropped you off at school and the footage caught the boy outright calling her a slut for what she was wearing

And of course Bruce is upset because that kid insulted Catwoman and also got some swings back at you (he's probably proud to a certain degree that you defended Selina and shes absolutely delighted when she hears about it) but he asks "well why didn't you tell me you had proof im the first place" and you just spit at him "oh so I need PROOF for you to BELIEVE ME?" And extra bonus points if Reader has their old memories back and hits him with "after everything you've done to me, I finally ask for your help and ACTUALLY needed you this ONE TIME and you couldn't even believe me? Wow, my hero 🙄" so now he knows he's broken your heart AND you're back to the "old you" that he wants to, father all the depression and trauma out of

-since Dick, Barbara, and Reader would all be going to a prestigious school I think of like, what if your class got kidnapped for ransom while on a field trip. And Robin and Batgirl look over to you thinking you're going to panic and freak out but you're suspiciously calm, or, calmer than the anxiety stricken adopted 'sibling' they've had this whole time, and maybe despite being kidnapped by like, idk, Babyface or Black Mask or Two Face, and maybe you even just outright insult them and it becomes horribly obvious to them "oh not only do you have your memories back, they've unintentionally turned you into an explosive powder keg of repressed anger and frustration because they betrayed what little trust you had left"

You just look at Two Face and start fucking with him, this criminal looking down as a teenager starts roasting him way too casually and maybe with facts you shouldn't even know, things you remember from your time as a hero before. "Hey Harvey, what's hanging, it's been a while. Hey can I ask a question? You ever think about just outright asking someone like I dunno Bruce Wayne to fix that fucked up meat gristle face of yours? Like, I'm sure having half your body resemble the same consistency of a breakfast sausage has its uses in intimidation, but, like, I'm sure if you just walked up to Batman and said 'hey if you make me look less like a rotisserie chicken I'll quit crime' and he would probably just like, HAND the money for the sugery to you, like, do you think Batmobile money falls out of the sky, he's clearly fucking loaded"

And of course the follow up/alternative of "the stress triggers Reader's metagene or old memories or both and you just start whooping ass unapologetically and Barb and Dick are sweating because they're trying not to break incognito but like you're significantly hurting these dudes, you're clearly really angry and upset and taking it out on them" and tbh I imagine Batman already has contingencies for this possibility. He shows up in costume and Two Face has already fled but you're standing there in your preppy school uniform now dirty and torn, blood on your knuckles, about to beat a man unconscious while your classmates either cower or cheer or fear you. If Reader has some sort of magic, then he just has to get Nth metal from Hawkgirl or Hawkman, maybe he'll make it a cute bracelet, just a nice gift from Dad. Bodily autonomy to use your own powers and be an adult again, what's that? He's disappointed in you for caving into the darkness and also? you're grounded >:(

-Reader becoming a mugging/gun violence victim and now you're never allowed to leave the manor, period. I can only imagine like the projection of trauma from Bruce if, after losing his parents, he has to watch you weak and recovering from a gunshot, wheezing in bed struggling to breathe properly because a bullet went through one of your lungs. You're put in a total bubble to recover in absolute peace and sterility, but, even far after you've recovered, your "guardian" is still convinced someone will leap out of the bushes to hurt you, so, no leaving the manor unless he's with you. Like. Imagine him being so scared he doesn't even want to trust your safety with the other Batfamily members, and maybe he even cracks down on several of the other younger members because he doesn't want them to get shot too (also like, resulting trauma and overprotectiveness if one or multiple of them saw you get shot and are like, still fucked up over having to apply pressure to your bullet wound as your warm blood leaks all over their fingers and they can't do anything to stop you and-- like do you see how that would send some of them into borderline psychosis when theyve already got So Many Many Issues)

-all of them try to exert control over what you're exposed to and consume in terms of entertainment. You have spyware on your phone and any member of the Batfam who can use the Batcomputer can see your past and current browsing history and I will die on this hill. Bruce and Alfred are rigorous in making sure you don't ruin your mental health. Like you know how I talked about "what if you had a yandere that was in tech and he gave you a phone that he occasionally spies on and remotely disables if he thinks you're spending too much time on it/seeing something you shouldnt"? Bruh that's like half of the Manor, Bruce especially. He has to "make sure nothing bad happens to you". All it can take is 'one bad day', after all...

-obsessed with the idea of them getting jealous of you spending time with other alternate universe versions of themselves, in concepts where Reader is a JL member/vigilante and has the power/tech to multiverse travel anyways. Batman hasn't seen you in a couple weeks and, actually maybe he's a little concerned about you, you've kind of just vanished off the face of the earth, and he bumps into you on a Gotham rooftop with. Another Batman, and getting along much better and being more casual and friendly with the stranger than with him. Broody fucking "I am darkness, I am the night, I am vengeance" Bruce catching you like. smoking weed on his couch with the hilariously weird version of him from the Harley Quinn cartoon universe and God forbid if anyone shows signs of having feelings for you

(also could you imagine how ballistic he and or Jason would go if they caught you hanging out with, you know, one of the super violent "murder is ok" Jasons/Batmans and you tell them straight up "actually I agree with what he's doing, I want to help him, in fact maybe I'll work with HIM now instead of you" like, y'all, I think Batman would permanently never let you work as a hero or sidekick ever again because he's genuinely worried you'll fall down the slippery slope and make a mistake that ruins your life. Like depending on the depiction of Batman you're looking at, some of them admit straight up that they don't kill Joker because they know they're legitimately filled with so much anger and hatred that if they kill even one person, that'll break the barrier to killing tons of criminals outright and they won't be able to stop)

-all I'm saying is that if they ever caught you like being cordial or mildly friendly with an alternate universe version of a villain, no matter how good they are, they shut that shit down immediately. "Y/N who is that" "oh this is my bud The Jester from the universe where the Joker is actually really good and a superhero and--" *jester proceeds to be grappled back through a multiverse portal* "wait no don't freak out this poison ivy is actually really chill and she's married to Harley and she sells me really good weed and she only does a liiiiiitle bit of ecoterrorism and--" immediately thrown in Arkham

-I just genuinely think it's funny that they're probably either smoking weed with you bc trauma and stress or are vehemently anti drug. Can you imagine just in general like, regressed reader, batfam member, either way, just being an actual adult just minding your business and smoking weed and Bruce reacting like he just caught you with a loaded gun in your pocket "y/n is that a weed" "yeah its for my chronic pain--" "I'm calling commissioner gordon" like, Bruce practically acting like you need to go to rehab

-I kinda love the drama of Bruce or Dick or Barbara or just any of the Batfam members accidentally basically ruining your social life and social reputation. You were at a house party one night and eventually pics start getting texted around of Nightwing confronting you in the yard and pulling you away and now there are rumors you're a criminal on parole. You get invited to smoke weed at a friend's and suddenly Batman is in the house and suddenly everyone's parents are there to pick up their kids as he lectures about the dangers of drugs and now absolutely NO ONE from school wants anything to do with you "because what if Batman shows up and gets us in trouble"

-I feel like, as one of those vaguely morally gray areas, that Bruce would make you take medication and get treatment for, like, really anything that needs it, but more specifically anxiety and depression and just overall psychological issues. And as a dark twist what if you aren't really naturally anxious and don't even have an anxiety disorder or anything but he puts you on pills to mellow you out because you're freaking out at him for completely valid and understandable reasons like, you know, being confined in his home against your will. "What, you aren't mad about being kidnapped and controlled and lied to, you clearly just have pre existing emotional issues that keep you from reacting properly, but don't worry I'm here to help" 🙄🙄🙄

[bigskydreaming]

Like Gotham War is so much dumber than I expected it to be and my expectations were subterranean. No character is coming out of this one unscathed.

Damian is suddenly the number one Bruce stan who gives no shits about his siblings despite the fact that Bruce and he historically practically never agree, and it was literally just last year that he was expressing this disagreement in the form of attempted patricide. Apparently he's moved on from that and done a full 180. Did we see it happen or why? No. But guess it did!

Bruce is employing double standards like he thinks that'll singlehandedly fix the job market.

Jason's characterization is fine, its his literal character that's suffering.

Tim's like "Oh I know I have no chance of beating my little brother in a fair fight (he says this definitively) so my only chance is to cheat" like since when is that an opinion Tim holds.

Dick's not actively like, being written terribly in this I guess (though I dont like that it took even as long as it did for him to decide on Selina's plan being worth backing but whatever) but its all relative so its got to be acknowledged that if I weren't desperate for anything good to say about him after a couple years of Badly Taylored Dick Grayson, I probably would have waaaaay more complaints. The bar is in the Netherworld.

Babs has barely any role in the story beyond plot contrivance and acting like the Answer Key to the point where she literally pulls out 'based on absolutely nothing whatsoever I've correctly deduced that Bruce has been taken over by his back-up personality, so we can go ahead and start addressing that plotwise.'

Like Selina's the only one who had anything good going for her in the story in the sense that this would have been great for her characterization if they actually BUILT on what she'd done here instead of dedicating the whole storyline to Bruce trying to dismantle it and then everyone having to reconfigure to clean up the fallout from Bruce's attempted dismantling of it making everything worse. Alas, the story had no intention of building on it or Selina's development so here we are!

LOLOL Chip Zdarsky turn on your location, I just want to talk. Are we still doing that meme? No? Eh, its fine, do it anyway.

[crossovershipstournament]

SIDE 2A: ROUND 2: Megaman (Megaman)/Pit (Kid Icarus) VS Selina Kyle (Catwoman) (DC Comics)/Loki (Marvel Cinematic Universe)

Propaganda for Megaman/Pit:

This ask, which includes the art used in the bracket image!

Oh my god. This one came immediately to mind. Idk how big the ship is now, but I remember like seeing it everywhere back when Super Smash Bros Ultimate was like popular on Tumblr/Twitter. I think it was originally a crackship cause both of them were in Captain N (a cartoon), but it’s like a serious thing now. Literally all it took was one interaction between them (there’s like dialogue you can get if you do some combination when you play as Pit) which is just Pit gushing about Mega Man. It’s cute. And honestly kind of iconic

#MEGAPIT ?? good for them #go back in time and tell kid me the ship he came up with on a whim would be in a tumblr bracket :'3

#megapit sweep!

#megapit nation let's pokémon go to the polls #let's give it for a wholesome and iconic crackship

#MEGAPIT NATION RISE. RISE. RISE #MEGAPIT

#MEGAPIT!!!1!

#MEGAPIT NATION RISE UP

#c'mon megapit nation #sure they may lose but let's get them some votes anyways!

Propaganda for Selina Kyle (Catwoman)/Loki:

Two not quite villains who will never be content as heroes despite how much their friends and family would like them to be. They can sass each other and steal things together. In fact, Loki, being old as most artifacts, can claim that anything they steal technically belongs to him through some convoluted story that may or may not be true. So they've got this game going on with Batman. If he catches them, the museum can keep the object. Otherwise, Loki gets to keep "his stuff" and no one bothers them to avoid an incident with Asgard. It drives Batman up the wall. Loki and Selina are two beautiful Neutrals with a dash of chaos. He adores her and she loves his mystery and pizzazz. They bring out the best in each other. The Joker is dead and Loki has taken over his turf as the Crown Prince of Crime Alley. He sits on his ice throne with his darling Selina, finding new and vicious nonfatal ways of dealing with those who try to usurp them. They might intervene if they hear someone is doing something evil enough, so if you want to get rid of your enemies, feel free to snitch. Selina and Loki both think the other is sexy. Selina loves that Loki isn't quite evil but she doesn't feel bad for stealing when she's with him. He makes it fun. Loki loves that Selina has given him a chance and doesn't have grand expectations of heroics from him. That he doesn't need power to keep her.

Reasons why Batman does not like this ship:

-Selina knows Bruce Wayne is Batman, and by virtue of that fact, so does Loki. To keep things fun and remind the other rogues he's still a "villain" Loki likes to kidnap Bruce once a month and demand Batman come and rescue him. It's very annoying. The other Rogues assume Loki does this since Batman and Catwoman used to be a thing. Really Loki just thinks it's funny that Bruce can't escape without ruining his whole "Brucie" image. It's also a great way to clear a fancy restaurant and have a private date with Selina when she's called to "talk him down" until "Batman" shows up.

-Loki doesn't know how to drive. Selina has decided to teach him. And since Bruce is a family friend, she has decided that means she can "borrow" his cars any time. Bruce has lost track of how many times he's left the office to find his car isn't where he parked it. Loki is a madman on the streets. So ofc he gets pulled over a lot. Never fear! He just magics him and Selina to look like Bruce and his latest girlfriend. Bruce is this close to getting his license revoked.

-Loki and Selina wait until Batman is about to head from his patrol to rob the museum. They've made a game out of it with a point system and everything. Thankfully they only do it on relatively quiet nights to make sure the gets his steps in.

Reasons Batman likes the ship:

-Selina is happy. Really happy. She lights up whenever she's with Loki. Loki just melts in her arms. Any idiot could see they're in love. They banter and flirt with each other everywhere from the grocery store to the middle of a high speed chase.

-He knows Loki would tear the world apart for Selina. He would face down Thanos all over again if he had too.

-Any villain stupid enough to interrupt their date night will be swiftly returned to Arkham.

Reasons Robin likes the ship:

-Selina and Loki are going to adopt his best friend Colin Wilkes.

-Loki and Selina protect all the animal shelters.

-Loki and Selina are always down to help him sneak animals into the manor.

Reason Robin does not like the ship:

-Loki and Selina are firm believers in PDA and Damian is at the age when cooties are very much still a thing.

Lovely art~!

Art Credit: Megaman/Pit art by @/farraigeart Catwoman/Loki art by @/kannra-orhara

[winchesterszvonecek]

I See Red 18+

Chapter 19 - Once is Happenstance. Twice is Coincidence. But in This Case, There Won't Be a Third

Word Count: 16,791

Warnings: smut

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Ever since she found out that Castiel knew about her relationship, Selina had felt nothing but relief. It was nice having someone she could properly talk to about it, which had honestly been a little weird at first as she couldn’t help but feel like she was basically letting an angel of the Lord know about each time she’d gotten laid.

In the beginning she had been a little reluctant about being so open with Castiel about the Crowley of it all, especially given the aforementioned reason – not to mention the personal history between the two of them either. Selina wasn’t sure whether all that was settled or not, although she was assuming it was given that Cas hadn’t shown up during one of their dates to burn Crowley’s eyes out of his socket. But still, it worried her a little. 

What worried her more though, was the lingering thought that anything she told him was then going to get repeated to Sam and Dean once she had left the building. Of course, deep down, Selina knew Cas would never do that, not if he wanted to keep the trust that had taken him quite a while to earn from her – perhaps he shouldn’t have greeted Sam for the first time by calling him the ‘boy with the demon blood’, maybe then she’d have grown to like him a little quicker. 

However, despite the now incredibly strong trust between herself and the angel, it was something that was on her mind fairly often. To tell the truth it bugged her quite a bit as not only did she want to be the one to tell her brothers the truth, but it also kept reminding her of what she was so blatantly doing. 

Selina was well aware that what she was doing was living a lie. That she was spending what was probably the best time of her life so far in the shadows that she was surprised she could still see her surroundings. She didn’t want to live like this, obviously, and she often thought about how it would feel to finally be free but even that didn’t make it any easier for her to want to tell her brothers the truth. 

There was still the risk that they’d straight up kill Crowley should they find out what he’d been doing to her, even though she was the one who initiated sex most of the time as Crowley was nothing if not a gentleman. Should that happen, Selina was pretty certain her brothers wouldn’t care that it would crush her entire being in the process as if she knew them, and she did, then they would rather see her suffer for a while than ever allow her to continue dating a demon. 

Obviously Selina didn’t need their permission to date anyone, regardless of the colour of their soul, however she would like just a sliver of their blessing towards her relationship. She hadn’t told Crowley, or Cas, this yet but despite how happy said relationship was making her she knew she’d never be fully happy until she was no longer living in secret — although something told her they probably already knew that as she wasn’t shy about walking around on eggshells anytime the topic came up in conversation.

Even Sam and Dean were growing noticeably frustrated with being kept in the dark about her mystery man for so long. They both didn’t like not knowing who Selina was meeting as even though she was perfectly capable of handling herself, and ignoring the fact that she was only ten minutes younger than Sam, she was still their little sister, and it was their job to take care of her. 

Any other day of the week, Selina wouldn’t have minded their protectiveness as ever since they’d had that conversation a while ago about them loosening the reins a little, they had, surprisingly, done so. But when it came to her privacy, and the fact that they — meaning Dean — seemed to have tightened the reins again and wouldn’t give up in trying to entice her into spilling the beans about her relationship, she was becoming increasingly pissed off to the point where she had actually snapped at Dean earlier as she got herself ready to go out. 

Selina may have been a little harsher with him than she would have hoped but it was really hard to focus on her make-up with him yammering on in her ear about her secret rendezvous with, and to quote Dean exactly, some dude who, for all we know, could secretly be a monster trying to kill you. 

As if she wouldn’t be able to tell if a man was a monster after the first date. And even if she couldn't, what are the chances that he wouldn’t have attempted to kill her yet? 

Anyway, despite telling Dean to get lost, in a way a lot less kinder than that and feeling a little regret towards doing so, Selina was able to carry on getting ready to go out. She didn’t technically have plans with Crowley, as the last thing she had told him was that she was still out on a hunt and wouldn’t be home for another couple of days, but she intended to see him tonight. 

In reality, they’d been home for almost a full day now and she had purposely neglected to tell him that when he called her to check in as she really wanted to surprise him by showing up in his bedroom as he often did to her. She’d never forget the first day she got home to find him waiting for her in her room, with a bouquet of her favourite flowers — black roses — in his hands and a box of incredibly fancy, and ridiculously expensive, chocolates that were straight from Belgium hidden behind his back. 

Who knew the King of Hell could be so romantic at times? Not Selina that was for sure. Although she wouldn’t deny, she was thoroughly enjoying being on the receiving end of it and she was really the “honeymoon phase” of their relationship wouldn’t end anytime soon. 

Luckily for her though, it seemed to be everlasting as that hadn’t been the only time Crowley had surprised her. He’d done so plenty of times since the day they confessed their love for each other and each time he did he’d have a different gift hidden somewhere within the walls of her room. 

Whether it be something fun and cute, like a stuffed penguin that he’d had custom made for her in order to match a very specific penguin she’d seen in a documentary who only had one flipper, which had made her tear up and express how she wished she could keep him safe from any and all harm.

Or whether it be something a little bit more romantic, like candles and rose petals, an extravagant bouquet of flowers, the most gorgeous piece of jewellery she’d ever seen or perhaps a little lacey something he’d particularly like to see her in.

Whatever it may be, Selina treasured it all and it was for that reason exactly that she wished to return the favour. She didn’t have any sort of gift to give him as she wasn’t as well equipped in that department as he was, and she had run out of bottles of scotch to give him from the bunker’s cellar. 

Therefore, she was hoping that she alone, mixed with a little one-piece she had hidden beneath her clothes that Crowley had yet to see, would be enough to hopefully brighten his day — which let’s face it, she could turn up looking like a complete mess and still be able brighten his day, but regardless of that, she still wanted to make an effort. 

And after spending a ridiculously long time putting in that effort of getting ready, Selina had finally managed to convince Castiel to drop her off at Crowley’s. He’d been a little reluctant at first as lately he’d been shutting her out when it came to Crowley as she kept arguing with him anytime he brought up that she couldn’t keep lying to Sam and Dean about where she was going all the time — as if he didn’t do the same thing for a portion of the time they’d known each other. 

However, after a good twenty minutes of Selina constantly badgering him, Castiel gave in and finally agreed to drop her off. Without giving her a second to prepare herself, she might add as before she knew it he had placed two fingers to her forehead, with a little more force than necessary, and sent her on her way. 

When Selina opened her eyes, she was now standing amidst the dim lighting of Crowley’s bedroom. The once eerie silence the room held no longer unsettled her as it might have done in the past, not when she’d grown to physically crave it as most of the time it was the only peace and quiet she ever seemed to get in life.

And given that Crowley favoured her room or hotel rooms, she didn’t get to satisfy that craving very much, which is why, once she heard it, it was as though her entire body lightened. She took a deep breath, inhaling the subtle hints of Crowley’s cologne that directed her his way and the second her eyes found him, sitting on the couch with his back to her, any thoughts that had been plaguing her mind swifty faded away and were replaced with nothing but love.

Smiling softly to herself, Selina edged slowly towards him, feeling a rush of butterflies in her stomach as she wasn’t sure what his reaction would be to her showing up unannounced, and she could only hope that it would be a good one. 

Although chances are it would be more than a good one as Selina had barely been in the room for ten seconds and already, she could tell that Crowley was stressed. For starters, his shoulders were incredibly tense, to the point where his shirt might have burst at the seams if he flexed anymore. Secondly, there was a half empty bottle of scotch sitting on the table facing him, one which Selina knew he’d only just gotten as one of the last messages he’d sent her had been about how he was waiting to open it until they were together as he thought she might like it. 

Guess he couldn’t wait that long, and if anything, it only made Selina that much more sure of herself in hoping that once he realised she was there, he wouldn’t need to rely on the bottle anymore.

Time and time again, Crowley had made it perfectly clear that the only thing that could truly relieve his stress was her. And she didn’t just mean sex. Simply her presence alone was enough to help him relax pretty much all the time, therefore she knew today would be no exception, and so she continued to make her way towards him, until there was nothing but a small part of the couch standing between them. 

Before she decided to announce herself, as he hadn’t seemed to notice her yet, Selina glanced briefly over his shoulder just to see what he was doing. And when she did. When she saw that he was, yet again, doing nothing but staring down at a photo of her on his phone, her heart might as well have burst from her chest and landed in his hands.

Right where it truly belonged.

That must have been why he hadn’t sensed her presence yet, Selina thought to herself. Usually he’d have known she was there from the minute she entered his general vicinity and given his current state, he’d probably have been on her faster than a speeding bullet. 

However in this case, his mind was so clearly deep in thought, about what she was guessing was her, that he was unaware of his surroundings, which is why when Selina finally set her hands atop his shoulders, he physically jumped. And thank God he hadn’t sent her flying out of instinct otherwise she’d have found herself impaled by a rusty old nail. 

She hadn’t even gotten the chance to mutter a single word yet and already Selina could feel the tension leave Crowley’s shoulders as they slowly began to sink, allowing him to easily relax now that she was here. And he knew it was her. He didn’t need to hear her speak, or even so much as look at her to know it was either, as he’d recognise the feeling of those hands just about anywhere. 

But just to be on the safe side, as his judgement was severely clouded these days, Crowley glanced a little to his left just in time to confirm what he already knew was true, and to see Selina lean forward in order to press a soft kiss to the side of his neck.  

“You won’t need a picture anymore, I’m here now,” she whispered, kissing him again and hearing the soft thud of what she was assuming was his phone hitting the rug after he’d allowed it to slip from his grasp. 

“Thank Feathers for that,” Crowley exhaled in relief, knowing fully well that it was Castiel who was responsible for bringing Selina here and perhaps he should think about sending him a gift basket as thanks. “Because you have no idea how badly I need you right now.” 

“If the tension in your shoulders tells me anything, then I do,” Selina replied softly, pressing one final kiss just above his shirt collar before she reluctantly pulled away from him and began to round the couch. 

Once she was close enough to him that he could reach out and touch her, Crowley did, taking her hand and pulling her gently towards him in order to speed her along. Smiling warmly over his eagerness, Selina was quick to place herself atop his lap, feeling how Crowley’s arms wrapped tightly around her waist the very second he was able to. 

She shuffled a little to reposition herself and once Crowley was sure she was comfortable and had gotten her legs settled at either side of his, he wasn’t shy about showing her just how badly he truly needed her – in the form of a kiss that literally took her breath away.

“I thought you were still working a case?” Crowley said, allowing Selina a chance to get her breath back as he grazed his fingertips over every inch of her face in order to assure himself she was truly here. 

“I lied,” Selina confessed, watching his eyebrow lift out of curiosity as his movements come to a slow stop. “We’ve been home for about a day, but I wanted to surprise you.”

At that, Crowley’s face softened and he smiled, “then consider me well and truly surprised.” 

Pulling Selina in for a second breathtaking kiss, Crowley dropped his hands and slowly began to move them up the curve of her waist, feeling nothing but the softness of the hoodie she wore instead of what he really wanted to feel — the softness of her skin. This caused his face to tighten a little out of minor frustration as yet again, Selina had opted to cover her body with clothes that were two sizes too big for her. 

Nevertheless, he said nothing. All that truly mattered was that she was here with him, and instead he drew his hands back down her waist and attempted to try and find his way underneath the material without any added assistance. Only when he finally managed to slip his hands under the hem of the hoodie that he had a sneaking suspicion was Sam’s, he wasn’t met with her skin like he’d hoped, but yet another source of clothing. 

And this time, he decided to say something.

“Darling, really with all the layers?” He sighed out a little, not wanting to seem openly annoyed or frustrated with her as Selina could never do anything to make him feel that way, even despite her apparent likeness for coverage. 

Right now though, he just couldn’t help it. Especially after the day he’d had, which left him in no mood to fight with her unnecessary layers in order to feel the warmth of her skin. He had no idea whether there was some kind of reasoning behind Selina’s likeness for baggy layers but he could only hope he didn’t bother her by bringing it up, as he really needed her here with him right now and didn’t want to do anything that might make her want to leave. 

To his relief though, all Selina did in response was smile – in a way that told him she had very much done this on purpose and it was like she had been waiting for him to finally say something about it. She dropped her hands from around his neck, gripping the bottom of her hoodie and in one swift motion she pulled it off, revealing the rather slinky negligee she had hidden underneath it that caused Crowley’s eyes to widen almost instantaneously. 

“I told you,” Selina murmured, leaning forward to brush her lips across Crowley’s and feeling the sudden way he increased the tightness of his hold on her, “I wanted to surprise you.” 

Forcing Crowley’s hands away from her hips, much to his dissapointment, Selina lifted herself off his lap, feeling the softness of the rug between her toes as she hadn’t even bothered to put shoes on when she left the bunker as they’d have only slowed her down. She then shimmied out of her sweats and, as easy as flicking a switch, Crowley’s mood changed within seconds and by just looking at him, you never would have been able to tell that he’d previously been so stressed that he’d actually considered retirement.

“Like what you see?” Selina asked flirtatiously, taking it upon herself to climb back onto Crowley’s lap and she wasn’t at all surprised to be met with the slight tightness to his pants underneath her – which basically answered that partially rhetorical question without the need for words.

And so did the simple look on his face as had this been a cartoon, then she was fairly certain that his eyes would have turned to hearts and would be currently popping from his sockets. Not to mention his jaw which, had this been like the psychokinetic case she’d worked not long ago, she’d have had to pick up off the floor, and probably would have had to put his tongue back into.

“I must be dreaming,” Crowley said blankly, too enthralled by Selina and the mere beauty that she possessed to allow any other semi-coherent words to pass by his lips. 

Selina said nothing in response. Instead, she simply leaned back a little and allowed his lust-filled gaze to cast over the entirety of her partially covered body. She didn’t think she’d ever get tired of seeing the way he looked at her. The way his eyes filled with so much happiness. So much care. So much love , that it seemed as though the entire world around him had faded to black and the only thing left for him to see was her. 

“Yep, definitely dreaming,” Crowley murmured in a daze, watching the smile that rose on Selina’s lips – one so warm that it could melt even the coldest of hearts. She leaned in, kissing him tenderly and blindly feeling around for his hands, which once she found, were quickly placed upon her thighs. 

“You’re not dreaming,” Selina whispered, her voice as soft as the feeling of her lips on his. “You told me yourself that demons don’t dream.” 

“This one does,” Crowley confessed, grazing his hands slowly up the length of Selina’s thighs and he knew she had more than likely narrowed her eyes in question as he had, indeed, told her that once. But that was then, and this was now, therefore he didn’t stop to look at them. Nor did he say anything to answer them and instead slowly leaned in, brushing his lips over every inch of her face he passed on the way to her ear, where, once he was there, he whispered softly into, “and he only ever dreams of you.” 

With another smile capable of melting Crowley’s heart as though it were a glacier in the penguin documentaries she loved to watch, Selina used her hand to gently shift his face back in front of her, about to pull him in for the kiss of a lifetime before she suddenly halted. She repositioned her hand, drawing her thumb down the side of his eye and with one brief, barely noticeable had it not been for his capability of reading her, nod of her head, Crowley blinked and the entirety of his eyes clouded over with Selina’s newfound favourite colour. 

Now it was her turn to stare. Deeply. Affectionately. So lovestruck that Crowley was surprised her heart was still in her chest, he could hear it beating so hard. He’d never had someone look at him the way she was. Not in his human life and most certainly not in his demon life. He never thought he would either, as who could ever love someone capable of such heinous crimes that he’d committed throughout both of his lives. He always thought he’d spend his days alone, without ever experiencing what being loved felt like and for the majority of his life, he’d been sort of okay with that idea. 

But then he met Selina.

Crowley would never admit this aloud, even now, and nor did he know how to explain it but the day Selina walked into his home. The day he handed her the Colt, forgetting how she tried to shoot him with it seconds later, he knew his life had changed. And he knew it had changed for the better.

Did he know then that this is where they would be now? Absolutely not. But there had just been some little part of him that changed that day. Some small part of his darkened soul that had brightened. That had told him that perhaps there was more to life than simply being a demon. It had taken him a few years, a few battles and about seven vials of human blood to finally realise that but in the end he was finally here. He finally had that one thing that was so, so much more valuable to him than even his own life was and if he could, he’d be making damn sure he never, ever let her go. 

Crowley blinked again and his eyes returned to normal. He would be lying if he said he hadn’t noticed the slight downwards tug of Selina’s lips when he did as knew how much she’d grown to like them. She asked to see them pretty much anytime they were together, as according to her they were the real him . The him she’d fallen in love with.

But truthfully, Crowley had been feeling less like his demonic self lately and more like his human self. Not his Fergus human self that is, but the Crowley one. The one Selina herself had created and the one whose eyes he truly wished for her to fall in love with. 

“If it wasn’t for you,” Crowley began, his voice so utterly quiet that Selina had to tuck her hair behind her ears just to be able to hear him. “I’m not sure whether I’d still be here.”

At that moment, Selina instantly regretted having heard him as she was fairly certain her heart had severed right down the middle. She shuffled closer to him, until her knees were pressed right up against the back of the couch and once she felt the coldness of the leather she lifted her hands, taking Crowley’s face gently within them.

For a moment, Crowley wasn’t sure what she might have said. Whether she’d have said something vague and philosophical, or whether or not she’d have simply told him not to talk like that, he wasn’t sure. But he was prepared for either. However, the second her lips parted and that husky voice of her’s met the air, he quickly found himself less prepared to hear two short words than he’d ever been in his entire life. 

“Me too,” Selina whispered, her lip wobbling briefly as she swallowed the thick lump in her throat. She didn’t exactly want to spoil the mood by confessing her deepest, darkest secret, but given that Crowley was the only one who could understand her, she felt as though the moment was right. “Ever since I got back from Purgatory I’ve felt lost. Like I stepped into a world I don’t fully understand. A world I don’t fully belong to. Part of me thinks it’s because I never should have made it out of Purgatory. I should have died in there, like… Like I intended to.”

At that, Crowley’s hold on her tightened as his hands ascended up the length of her back, feeling each and every bump of her spine as he made sure she knew she belonged. Not just here on Earth, but here with him — in his arms. He knew words would be better, and in most cases they probably would, but he also knew how incredibly touch-starved for genuine affection Selina was, which is why when it came to times like this, he liked to resort to using his hands, rather than his mouth – because at least that way, she’d hear him. 

“But when I took on the trials, I thought it would fix that. I thought it would purify me,” Selina began, dropping her hands from Crowley’s face and instead beginning to slowly unbutton his shirt, as regardless of their conversational topic, she didn’t intend to end the night anywhere other than beneath him. “I thought it would be my second chance at a new life. That it would be our chance at new lives. When in reality, it would have been the exact opposite.” 

Meaning Selina would be dead, Crowley thought to himself. And honestly, he probably would have been too. Whether by his own hand, or by Sam and Dean’s when they took Selina’s death out on him, he wasn’t sure. Either way though, he wouldn’t have lasted long as there’s no way in hell, pun fully intended, that he would have wanted to relive life as a human – especially when the only person that could have ever truly loved him would no longer be in it. 

“But as it turns out… I was right along,” Selina said softly, glancing down in order to watch her own fingers undo the last button on Crowley’s shirt before she slowly began to graze her hands up the length of his torso. She followed them intensely with her eyes, then just as she crossed over the rapid beat of his heart she added, “I got my second chance…” and when her eyes finally met his, “And you got yours.”   

“Why darling, I believe that’s the sappiest thing you’ve ever said to me,” Crowley teased, because if he didn’t cover his true emotions with humour then he was highly certain he’d have crumbled beneath her as she’d just summed everything he was feeling into one simple sentence.

“Oh, shut up and kiss me already,” Selina chuckled softly, because of course Crowley would respond with nothing other than pure wit. She didn’t mind though. She knew how hard it was for him to confess his feelings verbally, so she was more than happy to let him express them physically.  

And boy did he know exactly how to do that. The man was practically a wizard with the way he used his hands and his mouth that the majority of the time Selina was ready to plummet over the edge of complete and utter bliss before he’d even taken off his belt. 

However this time, with the mere way in which Crowley was kissing her. Slow. Intimate. With the utmost gentleness as though he were afraid that if he went any faster she would break, things already started to feel so, so much more different than any other moment had, that an orgasm was actually the last thing on Selina’s mind right now. 

All she wanted to do was feel him. Each and every part of him that he offered her, she wished to treasure. His hands – that were ever so slowly caressing every single inch of her body that he could reach in their current position, sending waves upon waves of shivers up and down the length of her spine. His lips – which were still working themselves against her own, slow and steady as though he were savouring the taste of her and to her surprise, was leaving her more breathless than anything heated and passion driven ever could. 

But most importantly, his heart. 

Crowley was holding her so tightly, so firmly against his naked torso that she could feel every single beat of it beneath his chest. The way it was steadily increasing the more intimate they got told her more than his words ever could and it was in that moment. That one, specific moment in which his heart skipped a beat the second she placed her hands on either side of his neck that Selina knew. She knew she’d found that one thing worth living for and she would be damned if she ever let anything take him away from her. 

“God, I can’t get enough of you,” Crowley exhaled, using his firm hold on Selina’s thighs to lift her from his lap just enough that he could shift his position in order to begin gently lowering her back onto the couch. 

Only when Selina’s back finally hit the soft surface, expecting to feel the cool leather beneath her, she was instead greeted by the softness of silk. More specifically, the silk sheets of Crowley’s bed, as it appeared as though he’d taken it upon himself to move them there as he knew Selina wasn’t a fan of couch sex as she always ended up sticking to the leather due to the amount of sweat he caused her to produce. 

Although she didn’t think that would have been too much of a problem this time due to the addition of her lingerie that Crowley had no intention of removing. Nevertheless she still appreciated it, and to tell the truth she’d have been happy with being placed just about anywhere as she wasn’t even remotely focused on anything other than the touch of Crowley’s skin against hers.

And it appeared as though Crowely was in the exact same boat as mere seconds after their move to the bed, he lifted himself from her just enough to slide his arms out of the shirt she’d unbuttoned for him and throw it aimlessly aside. He then wasted no time in lowering himself back onto her, keeping mindful of how much of his body weight he allowed to fall on her as he pressed his lips to one particular spot just below her collarbone. 

The one that she was particularly sensitive in and that not only caused such addicting sounds to roll off her tongue but that could also unravel her quicker than any other form of foreplay ever could. At the same time, his hand travelled slowly down the curve of her waist, feeling the small goosebumps that lay partially hidden beneath the mesh fabric of her negligee. 

Upon reaching the hem Crowley delved beneath it, doubling back on his past movements and ever so slightly increasing the pressure of his grasp. His hand continued to travel up the length of her thigh, caressing it softly. Squeezing it gently, yet firmly enough that when he reached the top a deep, pleasure driven moan escaped through Selina’s parted lips, causing her to arch her body against his even more and stopping him from completing his path as with a reaction like that, he knew true and well where she wanted his touch to go next. 

From that moment on Crowley’s mind fell into such a daze that a meteor could have struck the asylum and he wouldn’t even have noticed. He would have simply carried on as he was doing now – working his mouth leisurely up the length of Selina’s neck, leaving a trail of fiery kisses along every part of her skin that he passed and feeling the slight coolness to the chain of her necklace which he could only hope to tell her the truth about soon. 

Eventually, he reached her lips again, whereupon planting his own firmly against them, he slid two fingers slowly inside of her, causing such a sweet sounding moan to work its way up her throat and escape into his mouth. 

Had this been any other day, that sound would have caused Crowley to swiftly pick up the pace. He’d have gone harder, giving Selina every ounce of speed and friction he knew she liked. He’d have teased her. Dragged her to the brink of her orgasm before throwing her right back down the ladder again until she was begging for it.

But this time he wasn’t even thinking of any of that. Hell, he didn’t want any of that either. He didn’t want dominance over her. He didn’t want to add to his own pleasure by having her roll over and submit to him. All he wanted was her. In any shape or form, all he ever wanted was Selina and by the depth in which she dug her nails into the skin of his shoulders, and the lack of encouragement for him to move faster, it was blatantly obvious that she was on the exact same page as he was. 

Parting from his lips in need of oxygen, Selina couldn’t help but let out a breathy babble of swear words, as despite the lack of roughness which she was used to and very much favoured, Crowley was easily bringing her to such heights that she wasn’t sure whether she’d ever be able to reach them again. And all with his fingers, which had never felt better and at this rate, she couldn’t wait to experience the rest of him as in her mind, it was like that first night all over again. 

Only a thousand times better. 

Arching her torso off the mattress as much as she could, Selina slid one hand around the back of Crowley’s neck, threading her fingers through his hair in order to help bring his head as close to her as she was able. She pressed short, yet deeply heated, kisses along the length of his jaw, making her way towards his ear – the lobe of which she couldn’t help but tug gently at with her teeth before breathlessly whispering, 

“I want to feel you.”

At that, Crowley removed his fingers from inside her and made fast work at undoing his belt and pants. He didn’t even bother taking them off fully, nor did he try to tease her either. Instead, he went right to sliding himself into her at a pace so incredibly slow that had this been any other day – any other moment – Selina would have made some witty retort about starting without him if he didn’t hurry things along.

Tonight however, neither of them were in any rush to speed things along and as slowly as he pushed himself in, Crowley dragged himself back out, savouring the moment thoroughly as in all his long years he’d never felt anything quite like this before. He lifted one hand, pulling the front of Selina’s negligee down and allowing her breasts to spill over the edge as he leaned further down into her, relishing in the dulcet tones that left her lips in response to each zealous stroke he gave her.   

The roll of her breasts over his chest with each of them was like heaven in itself, feeling those hardened nubs mixed with the coldness of her piercings was almost enough to make Crowley lose control. However, he didn’t. He couldn’t . Not when he wanted to feel each and every sensation for as long as humanly possible, therefore, he continued to thrust his hips at a slow and steady pace. 

Neither of them were quite sure how long they stayed this way, nor did they really care as it was about as close to heaven as either of them ever wanted to get. And when it inevitably ended, after throwing them both into such an earth-shattering, toe-curling orgasm they knew they’d more than likely never be able to replicate, they still couldn’t seem to want to part from each other. 

Crowley had rolled off her, but that was about as much distance as Selina allowed him to get from her before she pressed herself up against his side, feeling his arm drape over her the second she settled comfortably. She’d never had sex like that before. Such intimate, love-filled sex that left her questioning whether or not she’d ever actually enjoyed sex before, or whether she’d simply imagined that she had. 

Obviously she had enjoyed sex in the past, otherwise she never would have wasted her time by having it. But there was just something about sex with Crowely that felt inherently better than any sort of stranger sex, or friends with benefits situation she’d ever found herself to be in. 

For the majority of her adult life, Selina had never fully believed people when they told her that being intimate with someone you truly love just once , could be a thousand times better than any number of one night stands she could have possibly ever had. Why would she? She’d never been in love before now and to her, sex was just sex. 

However, after tonight, she found that she was quickly starting to rethink everything she thought she knew about sex and that perhaps… Perhaps those people had been right all along as the more she thought about it, the more she was certain that she would never be able to bring herself to be with anyone, other than Crowley, ever again.

“Have you eaten yet, my love?” Crowley asked, pulling Selina from her thoughts and causing her to glance up at him at the exact same time as when he tilted his head to look down at her.

He watched as she simply nodded her head. Before a smile worthy of a photo spread across her face and she slowly began to crane her neck up to reach him, pressing a soft kiss to his lips and finding herself so overwhelmed with butterflies over his care for her that she feared they might come to life and fly out her mouth like that one scene from The Possession – which was traumatising to say the least.

“I ate a little while ago,” Selina whispered against his lips, in a tone so breathless she thought she might have needed him to go and get her an oxygen tank nevermind a cheeseburger. “But, uh, if we share any more moments quite like that one… I may find myself in need of refuelling.” 

“Is that so?” Crowley said, with a partially crooked smile that spoke about a thousand words as to what he had rattling around inside that head of his. He used his hold on her to bring Selina closer to him, wrapping his free arm around her waist and taking her lips in his, where he was preparing to flip her over and get to work de-fuelling her.

Until a knock at his door scrapped that plan entirely, making Crowley pull apart from her and sigh in a way that had Selina actually feel sorry for whoever was standing on the other side of that large wooden door as chances are, it would be the last time they ever knocked on anything again.

“Sir, I apologise for the intrusion but it’s important,” came the voice of Guthrie, the only one who would find himself knocking on more doors in the future as even despite his badly timed appearance, Crowley would never choose to kill him over it. 

“Very well,” Crowley muttered, reluctantly letting go of Selina and shuffling himself up to lean against the headboard. It may have only been Guthrie outside, but he was not about to showcase himself in such a compromising position when he had a reputation to maintain. “You may enter.” 

“What?” Selina spluttered out, after having choked on her own spit as she had been fully expecting Crowley to leave the room in order to deal with what it was Guthrie needed him for.

“Relax, darling, he knows,” Crowley said assuringly, hearing his bedroom door start to creak open as he caught a brief sight of Selina pulling the bedsheet up to cover her chest despite already wearing an article of clothing, as she wanted to remain at least a little bit modest in the presence of company, regardless of who it was and what he knew.

“Sir, I have a deal here that requires senior authorisation,” Guthrie said plainly as he stepped inside, crossing the room in a few short strides before holding an old, wooden clipboard out in front of him.

“Isn’t that what Bart is for?” Crowley asked, yet it was more of a statement than a question. 

“Who’s Bart?” Selina whispered towards him, rolling her lips and dropping her gaze when her voice caused Guthrie’s attention to fall on her for a split second, as she didn’t exactly want to look him in the eye given the clearly evident scene of what she’d been doing only moments ago.

“Bart is the new King of the Crossroads,” Crowley explained, hearing a quiet ah pass over Selina’s lips in response before his eyes fell back onto his assistant, widening a touch as he added “and the one whose job it is to approve senior deals.”

“Under normal circumstances, that would be correct,” Guthrie agreed, taking a small step forward and extending his clipboard-wielding hand a little more. “However, this deal will require senior- senior approval to go ahead.”   

“I see,” Crowley mused, his eyes narrowing as his curiosity piqued greatly. He reached out, taking the clipboard from Guthrie’s grasp and the second he read the words on the page, his eyes widened again and he muttered, “hmm, interesting.”

“What?” Selina asked, finding herself incredibly curious as to what deal could possibly require the King of Hell’s very own approval. She sat up, allowing the sheet to fall from around her as she shifted herself to her knees and just as she was about to peer over Crowley’s shoulder to take a peek at the deal, he tilted the clipboard away from her. 

“Ah, I’m sorry, darling,’ Crowley said, glancing to his side just in time to catch the beginning of Selina’s frown form on her face. “I’m afraid this is strictly confidential.”

“Oh come on,” Selina complained, in a tone scarily similar to that of a teenage girl who’d been told she couldn’t attend a house party. “Who am I gonna tell? Kit?”

She made a valid point, Crowley thought to himself. It’s not like she could tell anyone what the deal said without exposing their relationship and she’d already told him plenty of times that she wasn’t ready for that just yet. And sure, she could have told the one person in her life that already knew – Castiel. But Crowley thought that was highly unlikely as he was well aware of her lingering fear that everything she told the angel was then going to get repeated to Sam and Dean. 

Therefore the less she told him about their adventures, the more comfortable she found herself being in them and that’s all Crowley ever wanted her to be. 

“Alright, I guess it wouldn’t hurt,” Crowley exhaled, feeling his heart flutter at how quickly Selina’s frown literally turned upside down as her eyes began to dance with excitement. He turned the clipboard towards her, watching as her gaze dropped and the more she read, the more her eyes ended up about as wide as his had. 

“Jefferson Rooney?” Selina said out loud, her brow a little furrowed. “Who the hell is Jefferson Rooney?”

“No idea, love.” Crowley replied, accepting the pen Guthrie handed him and quickly scribbling his signature in the authorisation box. “But come the next election, he’ll be known to the world as Mr President.”

“God, it’s crazy to me the length people will go to for power,” Selina said, shaking her head as she settled back into the mass of pillows that lay scattered on Crowley’s bed. She knew there had probably been a deal made for literally anything she could think of but to find out the future President would only be the President because of one was truly baffling to her as she always thought there had to be some exceptions to what a crossroads deal could do. 

Saving someone from a life threatening illness? Sure, absolutely. But using that power to make yourself the President? Surely that had to be morally wrong in more ways than one.

“You’d be surprised at what people are willing to sell their souls for, darling,” Crowley said casually, as having once been the King of the Crossroads, he’d see it all. He double checked the details of the deal, making sure everything was in correct order before passing the clipboard back to Guthrie and slipping out of the bed, where thankfully he still had his pants on otherwise he’d be showing Guthrie a lot more than he planned to. “Just last month we had a father-to-be sell his soul so that his child would be born a boy.”

“Okay now that’s just plain stupid,” Selina muttered, shaking her head again. “Because now his wife and child are going to be left alone when he dies in ten years.”

“We live in desperate times, Selina,” Crowley replied, making his way towards the liquor tray as Guthrie headed for the door now that business was taken care of. 

“Oh, and whilst I’m here, sir,” Guthrie said, stopping himself mid-way through opening the door and glancing over his shoulder. “I have reports from Belphagor that Mr Tumblety is causing problems again…”

“Bloody Hell.”

“Shall I go ahead and send him on a… timeout?” Guthrie finished, choosing his words wisely as he wasn't sure how much Crowley had told Selina about how he handles business in the pit. 

“Yes, go ahead,” Crowley sighed, filling two crystal glasses with a generous amount of scotch. “But tell him this is his last warning.”

“Very well, sir,” Guthrie nodded, “as you were.” 

And with that, he left. 

“Who is Mr Tumbl…whatever?” Selina asked curiously, accepting the glass of scotch Crowley handed her with a thankful smile and watching as he climbed back into the bed beside her.

“Francis Tumblety,” Crowley sighed, taking a sip of his scotch as Selina scooted closer to him and reached out to take his hand, lacing her fingers tightly with his and helping remind him that he had something worth living for that wasn’t just punishing unruly souls. “Or as he’s best known in the pit… Jack the Ripper.”

Choking a little on her scotch, Selina coughed, her eyes as wide as they could possibly be without them popping out of her skull. Did she just hear him correctly? Did he just casually drop the name, the real life name or her favourite unsolved mystery? The one she’d actually lost sleep over sometimes after bingeing a documentary series and deciding she must solve the case before she ever thought about sleeping again.

“Did you,” Selina began, chuckling in disbelief and truthfully she was starting to think she’d gone a little bit delirious. As though Crowley had literally fucked her senseless. “Did you just say Jack the Ripper? Like the Jack the Ripper? The infamous. Unidentified. Serial killer responsible for at least five murders, but suspected of eleven, in the Whitechapel district of London in 1888. That Jack the Ripper ?”

“Oh Selina, please don’t tell me you’re a fan,” Crowley sighed, as though he were disappointed as she seemed a little too enthusiastic, not to mention knowledgeable, about Jack the Ripper.

“What? No. No, I’m not a fan. I just…” Selina exhaled, running her fingers through her hair as this was quite a remarkable moment in her life and she wasn’t really sure how to handle it. Or how to tell Sam she finally knew who the real Ripper was as all this time he thought it was Edgar Degas despite how many times she told him that theory didn’t make a lick of sense. “I’ve spent so, so long trying to figure out who Jack the Ripper was and you’re telling me you knew this whole time?”

“Of course I do, darling, I’m the King of Hell. It’s my job to know what the souls under my rule are in for, you know that.”

“I know,” Selina mumbled, as he made a fair point. That was his job after all. “But still… You could have told me.”

“You didn’t ask,” Crowley chuckled, finding himself a tiny bit amused over the cute frown Selina had displayed on her face. He reached out, cupping her face gently and feeling how she instantly dropped that frown and started to smile. “I never knew you were into serial killers.”

“I’m not into them,” Selina defended, as she always hated when people worded it like that as it made her seem like some crazy groupie. “I just find them interesting, that's all. I mean, growing up I was told that werewolves and vampires were the only real monsters out there. When in reality the majority of the monsters in the world turn out to be human.” 

“Yes, Hell’s serial killer wing is rather full these days.”

“Hell has a serial killer wing?” Selina repeated, her eyebrow raised as she couldn’t help but think Crowley was pulling her leg.

“Indeed it does,” Crowley confirmed, and from his tone, Selina knew he was serious. “We’ve got all manner of serial killers and mass murders housed in there. Ted Bundy, of course. Jeffrey Dahmer – he’s a rather popular one amongst most demons.”

“Gee, I wonder why,” Selina muttered, feeling a fierce shiver ripple across her body as she did not want to think about why demons would favour him the most. 

“There’s Gary Ridgeway. Robert Pickton. Peter Sutcliffe,” Crowley continued, hearing as Selina would mumble the famous nickname of each of the killers he listed, impressing him with her vast knowledge whilst also worrying him slightly. “Richard Ramirez, he’s one of our newest residents actually. There’s Timothy McVeigh, who as I’m sure you know was responsible for the Oklahoma City bombing.”

“Mhm,” Selina nodded, repositioning herself to sit cross legged and resting her glass upon her knee as her scotch went forgotten about.

“I could go on for hours about who is down there but I’m sure you’d be more intrigued to find out who’s not.”

“Wait… You’re telling me there are serial killers and mass murders that have somehow made it to Heaven?!”

“Goodness, no,” Crowley said, much to Selina’s relief. “I highly doubt there’s anyone like that running about upstairs but there are a few missing from the… collection, so to speak.”

“Like who?”

“For starters, there’s John Wayne Gacy…”

“Oh, I don’t know how I feel about knowing he’s still floating around up here.”

“I can imagine it wouldn’t be a pleasant feeling,” Crowley replied, watching as Selina nodded a little in agreement and made a mental note to ask around about any ghost clowns, before he carried on, “let’s see, who else… Ah, of course, perhaps the most famous serial killer of all time… H.H Holmes.”

“Yeah, he’s actually trapped in a ring of salt in a sewer and surrounded by concrete,” Selina said casually, and with a sheepish smile that she couldn’t help but give when Crowley looked at her as if to say now who’s keeping secrets? “What? You read the Supernatural books. You should know that we fought him.”

“I read a few of them. Not all of them.” 

“Well you only have yourself to blame then, don’t you?” Selina said playfully, raising her eyebrow and struggling to keep her lips from curling into the smile that so adamelty wanted to present itself on her face.

“I guess I do, darling,” Crowley said quietly, leaning in and wiping that smile straight off her face by kissing her – hard enough that her eyelids fluttered intensely even with her eyes being shut. “You know, if you’d like a tour of the serial killer wing I’d be more than happy to escort you personally.”

“No.” Selina said immediately, drawing back from Crowley’s lips and feeling her stomach churn over the mere thought of going anywhere near Hell – and not because of the serial killers. She dropped her eyes from his, placing her hand on her stomach as she carried on, her voice low and if you listened carefully enough, you could almost hear it wobble, “No, I’m good, thanks. I, uh, I’ve been to Hell once and, uh, that was… that was enough for me.”

At that, Crowley’s heart sank in his chest and he reached out, taking her glass from her lightly shaking hand and setting it, along with his own, aside. He turned back to her, taking both her hands in his and the second she felt the warmth of his touch she glanced back up at him, allowing him to see the pure horror. The pure terror behind her eyes at the mere mention of her being in Hell, which only made him feel a thousand times worse about being the cause of it. 

“I’m sorry you had to go through that,” Crowley said softly, his own voice breaking the slightest bit for what felt like the first time ever. But he couldn’t help it. The thought of Selina having to go through that because of his petty vendetta was enough to make him want to hang up his crown forever. “I’m sorry I made you go through that.”

“You didn’t make me do anything,” Selina replied, her face softening as she repositioned herself to sit up on her knees, wanting to be as close to him as she could. She pulled her hands from his, instead placing them on either side of his face as she’d come to learn that that was a comfort for him, just as the many touches he graced her body with were for her. 

“No?” Crowley scoffed, trying his hardest to look away from her as he couldn’t stomach looking her in the eyes right now when he had personally contributed to the trauma that was laden within them. “Had I not been petty enough to send Bobby down there…”

“Hey,” Selina cut him off, her tone more serious than he’d ever thought he’d heard before. “I was going to Hell regardless of whether or not Bobby was down there. And truthfully, I’m kind of glad that he was. Not because I wanted him to have to suffer, of course, but because not only did I get to see him again. But because he was the one person I knew would make it easiest for me to walk in there. And it did. It gave me the strength I needed in order to get him out of there… So I don’t want you blaming yourself, because even if it was your fault, which it isn’t, I’m over it now, okay? One hundred percent over it.” 

“Can you get over something like that?” Crowley asked quietly, unsure whether he believed her or not as from the look in her eyes, it was almost as though he could see the fire and brimstone that lay hidden behind the love she was trying so hard to keep front and centre.

“I did… and even if I hadn’t, I’ve learned not to hold grudges against people who’ve wronged me in one way or another because if I did, I wouldn’t have anyone left… And believe me when I say, I want to have you. So erase those thoughts from your head,” Selina said, drawing gentle circles on Crowley’s temples with her thumbs and watching as his eyes lightened and the tension in his shoulders seemed to loosen. 

She then dropped her hands from his face and leaned around him in order to lift their drinks back off the bedside table, handing him the one with the most left in it and taking a sip of her own just to steady her nerves and despite what she had said, sometimes the topic of Hell could unsettle her greatly and she really wanted to forget about it as quickly as possible. 

“And drink up,” Selina continued, placing two fingers to the bottom of Crowely’s glass and gently lifting it closer to lips because trust her, he’d need it. “Seriously, drink up. Because I have a list of unsolved mysteries that’s about the size of that deal you tried to get me to sign once, and trust me when I say, I’m about to ask you so many questions about them that you’ll wish you never told me who Jack the Ripper was in the first place.”

Crowley knew better than to doubt her on that and so he drank up, refilling his glass at least six times in the space of time it took Selina to finish asking him about the first unsolved mystery on her list – which was whether he knew were the Lost City of Atlantis was and when he told her he did, the way her eyes lit up made him pray he knew the answer to each of her questions because that was a look he wanted to memorise forever. 

However, as time carried on he may have underestimated just how many questions she had about specific things she wanted to know. During the small moments she took to breathe, he even tried to kiss her in order to attempt and move things along but that only seemed to encourage her more.  

It’s not that he wanted her to shut up, obviously, as he could listen to her talk about the things she was passionate about for the rest of his life if he could. It was more so that she intended to go off the rails a little… okay a lot as what had started out as her discussing theories on what happened to Amelia Earhart had somehow turned into the likelihood about whether or not the Megalodon still existed. 

It disappointed Crowley greatly to tell Selina that they no longer swam in the depths of the ocean but he quickly managed to distract her by offering to go and get her food, as she had literally been talking for so long that her stomach had started to rumble and she was going a little hoarse from using her voice so much. But that’s nothing a cookie dough milkshake couldn’t help and after demolishing a double cheeseburger and some chilli cheese fries, Selina got right back to asking Crowley who really killed JFK. 

And it was not Lee Harvey Oswald.

When the time came to head back to the bunker, Selina was so full of knowledge that she didn’t quite know what to do with it all. She wanted to tell Sam, of course, as he was as big into unsolved mysteries as she was and she knew it would kill him to learn that she knew the truth about literally everything when he didn’t. 

But she didn’t exactly know how to tell him everything without potentially exposing her relationship with Crowley. So instead, she opted to tell him about the one, single mystery, she knew all too well that he’d most want to know. 

Only, before Selina could get a chance to even see Sam, as he was already out for his morning run by the time she got home which made her realise she had literally been talking all night long and she was surprised there hadn’t been a part of the night where Crowley told her to shut up and go to sleep. 

Although, he did spend the whole time staring at her as though she were his entire world so it was probably safe to say he didn’t mind it one bit. And honestly, he probably preferred it over having to waste half of the time they had to spend together with her fast asleep next to him – not that he didn’t love that either as the way she would nestle herself next to him and stay there the entire night was one of the fondest memories he could ever ask to have. 

But still, he was probably a little grateful to have gotten more quality time to spend with her in a conscious state of mind. 

Anyway, what Selina had to deal with before she could tell Sam the identity of the infamous Jack the Ripper, was Dean – who was the first person to come strolling into the kitchen after Crowley had dropped her off at the crack of dawn and kissed her like they were to be apart for months, which actually gave her the energy she needed to deal with Dean as chances are this wouldn’t be fun. 

“Morning,” Selina said quietly, peering over the edge of her extra large cup of coffee as Dean came to a sudden stop in the doorway of the kitchen, his Adam’s apple noticeably bouncing as he swallowed thickly. 

Guess he hadn’t expected to see her home yet as not only was he not prepared to deal with the aftermath of her snapping at him, but he also hadn’t had a chance to get dressed yet. He was still wearing his hotdog pyjamas, which, if you remember correctly, he liked to keep at a safe distance from Selina when she was drinking coffee as the first, and last, time she had worn them, she’d spilled it all over them and it took him forever to get out the stain. 

“Morning,” Dean greeted back, with minor hesitancy and with his eyes slightly squinted from the light of the kitchen mixing with the fact that he wasn’t fully awake yet. He shuffled further into the room, subtly using his old Men of Letters robe to cover the majority of his pants in case Selina decided to seek revenge for him having annoyed her by throwing her coffee all over them again. “You, uh, you’re not gonna snap at me again are you?”

“I might,” Selina replied dryly, taking a sip of her coffee and wishing Crowley had told her to shut up and go to sleep as not only was she exhausted, but her throat was sore from all the talking. “If you keep hounding me about the guy I’m seeing, that is.”

“Come on Cat, you can’t fault us for being curious about the guy,” Dean said in defence, heading for the coffee pot in order to fill his own extra large cup as he had a feeling he might need it. 

“I don’t fault you for being curious, Dean,” Selina began, following him with her eyes and waiting until he’d taken a seat facing her before she continued, “But as my brother, I expect you to respect my privacy when I’ve already told you, multiple times, that I’m not ready to broadcast my relationship to the world.”

It was at times like this, where she was yet again repeating herself, that Selina was fairly certain Castiel wasn’t opening his mouth about things he shouldn’t be. Because if he had. If Dean knew the truth about her relationship, then there’s no way in Hell he’d be this adamant on finding out all the juicy details as he would more than likely be off planning on exactly how he could kill Crowley without causing Selina too much grief.

“That’s the part I don’t get though,” Dean replied, taking a sip of his coffee and ignoring the deep sigh Selina let out as, here we go again. “I mean, if you’re happy with this guy, which I can tell that you are as I don’t think I’ve ever seen you smile as much as you do now, then why do you want to keep living your life in the shadows?”

The question was valid, Selina knew that. It was one she asked herself often, yet the only difference was she happened to know the answer. Whereas Dean… Dean just wouldn’t understand. 

He wouldn’t understand that the love she had for Crowley was real. Nor would he believe that Crowley loved her back, despite his own words only seconds ago about her being happier than he’d ever seen her before. He wouldn’t understand what it feels like, to be so afraid to come out of the shadows because you don’t know if your relationship would survive being out in the open. 

Or worse, whether the other half of your heart would survive as chances are, there’d be a long line of people ready and willing to relieve Hell of its King. 

“Dean please,” Selina said quietly, and with a slight crack to her voice that softened Dean’s face entirely. “I’m asking you to drop it, so please… Just drop it.”

“Alright,” Dean said softly, lifting himself from his stool and rounding the table to take a seat next to her, where he instantly wrapped his arm around her shoulders. 

He knew he was being pushy, lord knows he did, but he couldn’t help it sometimes. He was her big brother. It was his job to look after her and just knowing that she was out there with some guy he didn’t know? Well that bugged him an awful lot and perhaps he’d been gotten a little too carried away in trying to scratch that itch. 

“But whatever it is that’s bothering you, and don’t even try to deny it because I know there’s something you’re not telling us,” Dean added, the last part specifically when Selina went to open her mouth, no doubt in a lie-filled protest. “Whatever it is, you know you can talk to me about it, right?”

“Right,” Selina smiled, yet deep in her heart she knew that smile was a lie as this was the one thing she simply couldn’t talk to him about, especially since he was the thing that was bothering her. Or more so, his reaction to her news was what was bothering her. 

Every single time she so much as thought she was ready to tell him, she got so nauseous she wasn’t able to eat for an entire day. And Dean was starting to notice this, Sam too, which may have been why Sam had started to mind his own business and why Dean was so easy to sway this morning. 

Not to mention how he’d backed down the minute she asked him to and didn’t keep arguing with her until she either stormed off or told him to get lost – in a way a lot less nice than that and with a hell of a lot more swearing thrown in.

Deep down, Sam and Dean both knew there must have been something to do with her relationship that she knew they wouldn’t like. Why else would she be so adamant to keep it from them? It obviously had to be something serious, yet no matter how hard they tried to think about what it could be, or how many obvious moments were thrown right at their face as to who it was – as let’s face it, why else would Crowely have been so distraught over thinking Selina didn’t trust him anymore if he wasn’t the one she was seeing? 

Despite all that though, neither of them could quite put their finger on it and at times, Selina was wondering just how long it would take before they figured it out for themselves. And whether that would have a better outcome than her telling them directly. 

At that moment, when Selina was actually considering asking Dean how he’d feel to find out her mystery man was of the supernatural variety without actually telling him who, or what, he was, Sam walked in, making her forget all of that entirely and jump to her feet. 

“Sam, guess what,” Selina said all giddily, which was surprising for not only Dean, but for Sam as well as before she’d noticed his presence, he couldn’t help but think she’d been about to cry. 

“What?” Sam asked, his brow furrowing as he leaned back against the metal counter and flashed a questioning look towards Dean, who had nothing more to offer him than a shrug of his shoulders as even he was puzzled over her sudden change in attitude. 

“I know who Jack the Ripper is,” Selina replied, practically shaking with excitement as now that she was home and away from Crowley who apparently knew everything, she was starting to realise how big of a deal this actually was for her to finally know his true identity.

“What?” Sam repeated, astounded to say the least as he straightened from the counter. “Who? And… And how?”

“Well, after Lola, you know the bitch who tried to kill me because I tried to close Hell, or whatever,” Selina began, waving her hand lazily as she couldn’t quite remember the lie she told her brothers as to why Lola had wanted her dead. All that had mattered to her at the time was clearing Crowley’s name and thankfully Sam and Dean had no reason to suspect anything other than the lie they’d come up with. “Anyway, after that Crowley asked if there was anything he could do to make it up to me…”

“And so you asked him who Jack the Ripper was?” Sam questioned, as off the top of his head he could think of about a thousand different things Selina might have asked Crowley for first.

“I was listening to a podcast about him at the time so… yeah. And besides, is there anyone better to ask than the King of Hell?”

“I mean, when you put it that way,” Sam agreed, with a slight shrug of his shoulder as like he’d said, she had a point. 

“So who was he?” Dean asked, as he wouldn’t admit it aloud but he’d actually been rather curious as to who the infamous Ripper really was after years of having to listen to Sam and Selina argue back and forth over suspects. He personally favoured the theory that it was Royal, whereas Sam thought it was some painter with a fondness for ballerinas and Selina always thought it was a woman. 

“Francis Tumblety,” Selina told them, to which their brows dropped so deep they had creases on their foreheads. “Yeah, I was surprised as well. But the more I think about it the more it makes sense as the way he butchered those women seemed sloppy and…”

“Like the work of a medical quack?” Dean finished for her, a little humorously as that term had always amused him.

“Exactly,” Selina nodded, sinking back down onto her stool before she passed out from exhaustion. It seemed that no amount of coffee could make up for her lack of sleep and she knew she was getting far too old to be pulling all nighters anymore.

“Did you ask him who the Zodiac Killer was?” Sam asked curiously, and hopefully, as he headed towards the shelf that was supposed to be thier pantry but was filled with nothing but cereal and cat treats. 

“I did not,” Selina said with a sigh. She knew there was something she’d forgotten to ask Crowley last night. “But the next time I’m attacked by revenge seeking demons, I’ll be sure to ask him that.”

“Next time you’re attacked by revenge seeking demons,” Dean began, standing up to grab a box of Crunch Cookie Crunch from the aforementioned ‘pantry’ and digging his hand inside in search of the decoder ring, “Crowley will be too dead to answer, so you might wanna ask him soon.”

Selina didn’t reply. Instead she sank further into her seat, overwhelmed with nausea as she watched Dean pull the decoder ring from within the small cookies and begin to fiddle with it, his brow furrowing as he hadn’t quite figured out how they worked yet even though this was his forth box of the cereal this month.

Dean may not be mindfully aware of it, but it was comments like that, ones which were a clear threat to Crowley’s life, that were the reason why Selina didn’t want to tell them anything about her relationship with him. How could she? If her brothers were so eager to kill Crowley over a few rouge demons attacking her then she didn’t even want to think about what they would do when they found out he’d been sleeping with their little sister.

It didn’t matter that Selina was thirty years old. That she was a grown up. That she was perfectly capable of making her own decision, not to mention perfectly capable of protecting herself if need be. It didn’t matter that she was relatively skilled at reading people and knew, for a fact, that Crowley would never purposely put her in harm's way. They simply wouldn’t accept it.

Hell, Sam and Dean had just started to accept that she was friends with Crowley, but to find out they were a couple? To find out they were in love? That would only end badly – meaning Selina would find herself locked in the dungeon under the suspicion that she’d been brainwashed and as for Crowley… She’d like to think her brothers would kill him quickly and get it over with, but if she knew Dean, and she did, then he would absolutely use some of the skills he’d picked up in the pit to make sure Crowley “got what he deserved”. 

And when that was over, she had no doubt in her mind that he would kill him, and that Sam would let him. 

Speaking of Sam, he was the one to pull Selina out of those dreaded thoughts when he suddenly mentioned that they’d ran out of cat food, meaning they were in for a hell of a time when Kit woke up as he’d more than likely meow until they gave in and fed him cereal – which gave Selina a perfect excuse to get out of the bunker and walk to the store.  

Within that short period of time where she’d been drowning in fear of her relationship’s revelation, she’d grown to feel a little claustrophobic within the windowless walls of her home. And this wasn’t the first time she’d felt like this either. 

It’s been happening for a while now, ever since Henry died. Where, around two or three times a month, Selina would desperately need to get out of the bunker for just a few minutes in order to clear her head. She thought it had been getting better lately, after she’d come clean to Crowley about her feelings. But actually it was the exact opposite and if anything, it had been happening a lot more frequently.  

Selina knew it was likely because of the deep seated dread she felt about her secret life. She also knew how to stop it from happening – by coming clean to her brothers about everything. But given what Dean had said no more than five minutes ago, she knew there was no way in hell that she could ever do that, and if she had to live with it, then she had to live with it.  

Brief periods of feeling like she was suffocating would be nothing compared to what she’d feel should she have to watch her own brothers kill the love of her life. Therefore, she was more than happy to carry on needing an occasional breath of fresh air in order to stop herself from passing out, than she ever would be having to go through life without Crowley. 

After a short, roughly ten minute, walk into town, Selina quickly found herself approaching the local grocery store. It wasn’t a big, fancy supermarket chain like Target or Walmart, as Lebanon was a rather small town and didn’t have much in the way of shops, but it always had everything they could possibly need for day to day life.

In fact, Selina had actually been there so many times since they’d discovered the bunker that she was on rather friendly terms with Joel, the gentleman who owned it. He was probably well into his sixties and still a little old fashioned but he’d never fail to strike up a conversation any time Selina would stop in. Whether it be about the weather or something on the local news, he always made time to talk to her. 

And he always, without fail, gave her a free Twizzler from the tub on the counter as according to him, she was one of the few people in town who actually liked them.  

The bell above the door jingled as Selina pushed it open, feeling the coolness of the air conditioning engulf her the second she stepped inside. She could already hear the faint jazz music playing over the speakers, yet she couldn’t smell the freshly brewed coffee Joel always had ready and waiting for opening hour.

Guess he was running a little behind as when the door swung shut behind her and she turned to glance towards the counter, Selina could see him fumbling underneath it for something, as opposed to sitting on his stool reading the newspaper and eating a donut as per usual. 

“Morning, Joel,” Selina called towards him, like she did every morning she stopped in. She watched, waiting with semi-furrowed brows as he peered over the counter towards her and offered her nothing but a head nod and what she could only describe as a grunt. 

That was definitely odd, but she didn’t think much of it. Everyone had bad days, even sweet old Joel, so rather than say anything else she grabbed a small basket and carried on further into the store. There were only two other customers occupying the space, an elderly woman Selina had often seen walking her dog around town and a guy she didn’t recognise, but more than likely lived nearby.

Greeting them both with a thin-lipped smile, Selina headed for the back of the store towards the freezers. She’d been craving some ice-cream lately and she always liked to grab it first so that by the time she got back to the bunker, it was the perfect softness for her liking. She stood with her back to the store, drawing her eyes over each of the different flavours, trying to decide between raspberry and white chocolate swirl or chocolate fudge brownie. 

Raspberry and white chocolate swirl was strongly calling her name, but before she could step back in order to open the freezer door and grab a tub, that unfamiliar man came up behind her. At first she thought he needed to get by her and so Selina stepped forwards to get out of his way. Only to find that the man also stepped forwards, keeping the miniscule gap between them and allowing her to feel his breath on the back of her neck which sent a rough shiver down her spine. 

“Dude, do you mind?” Selina muttered, glancing over her shoulder and catching sight of the unsettling smile he had plastered on his face. She then widened her eyes, as though silently telling him to get the fuck away from her, and to her relief, he stepped back.

It may have only been one step, and that eerie smile on his face was yet to fade, but it was enough for Selina to nod her head in satisfaction and turn back around. 

Looking back, she would regret that choice, as the split second in which her fingers curled around the freezer handle and were about to pull it open, that very same guy grabbed a tight fistful of her hair. And before she could react, he lurched her head back and in one swift, inhuman-feeling motion, he shoved Selina’s face right through the glass panel of the freezer. 

The first thing she felt other than dizziness was the warmth of the blood that began to trickle down her forehead and into her eyes, obscuring her vision that was already white and spotty. She was then thrust to the side, where her body was used as a sort of battering ram as it smashed through the other rows of thick-plated glass – shards of which she could feel slicing through her skin like butter. 

Selina didn’t know what to do. Or if she could even do anything as the more the brutal beating she was taking went on, the more she came to realise that the entirety of the store had been possessed by demons. And she didn’t have any sort of weapon on her person to use against them. 

Not a knife, nor an angel blade lay hidden beneath her jacket. Hell, she didn’t even have her gun on her as she’d been too eager to leave the bunker she’d completely forgotten to arm herself.  

Although, by the time she had fully realised what was even happening, she couldn't see clearly enough to know who she should be fighting back, let alone actually doing it. For all she knew, had she had her gun, she could have shot an innocent and so instead of trying to save herself, she did the only other thing she could. 

She prayed.  

It took half a second, and one mumble of Castiel’s name escaping out of her blood filled mouth, for a sweep of air and a flap of wings to appear beside her. The next thing Selina felt was her body hitting the hard tiles of the floor and then a draught of black smoke erupted from around her, tickling her nose with the stench of sulphur before suddenly, it was gone. 

Guess the demons who attacked her lacked faith in themselves that they could go up against an angel and live, as they’d had to take Selina by surprise to get the upper hand, therefore they knew they were probably no match for Castiel. 

With her head spinning, Selina tried to sit up. Only, her body was in such agonising pain and her mind was as scrambled as the eggs she’d had for breakfast yesterday that all she couldn’t even manage to do that. Her head fell, hitting the tiles again with a thud, and before she could even catch sight of her trench-coated saviour, her eyelids drew shut and everything went dark. 

When Selina awoke… however long after she’d passed out, she was in her bedroom. And she could easily tell that she was, if not from the feeling of the mattress from beneath her but because when her eyelids fluttered painfully open, all she could see hovering above her was Kit’s face, his head tilted to the side as he gave the biggest sad eyes she’d ever seen. 

Then, from directly beside her, came the one and only voice Selina could ever want to hear right now, “He’s been sitting like that since the moment Castiel brought you here… Or so I’m told,” 

Getting up from his chair, Crowley slowly edged his way into Selina’s peripheral vision, gazing lovingly down at her before taking a seat on the edge of her bed. He raised one hand, very gently placing it aside her face and feeling his heart melt when she leaned more firmly into his touch.  

“Crowley,” Selina whispered tearfully, coughing lightly the second his name left her busted lips and feeling the blunt, and all too familiar, sensation of another cracked rib – mixed with about a thousand other contusions and abrasions that made the next few minutes complete and utter agony. “Everything hurts.”

“I know, love,” Crowley said softly, ignoring his own pain he felt over seeing her like this. “We’ll get Cas in to heal you soon, I promise, but first… I need to know if you saw who did this to you.”

“I didn’t see them,” Selina choked out, coughing again in an attempt to try and clear her airway as it felt as though her whole lung was lodged in it. “They… They took me by surprise.”

“Did they say anything?” Crowley asked, using his thumb to wipe away the tear that had leaked from her eye as she painfully shook her head. “Okay. That’s okay, darling. All that matters is that you’re safe now.”

“Where is everyone?” Selina asked curiously, as she never would have thought her brothers would have left Crowley alone with her after what happened. 

Unless they’d left to go do something and he had snuck in to see her after they’d more than likely threatened him. But then again, he’d been told that Kit had been watching over her, so that wouldn’t really make sense if that were the case.

“They went to the store to check things out,” Crowley told her, gently pushing some of the hair that was stuck to her face back to where it belonged. 

“And they let you stay with me? Unsupervised? While I was unconscious?”

“Not without a few minor threats,” Crowley replied, pulling back his collar to reveal a small, and still bright red, knife wound down the length of his throat, which made Selina’s face drop a touch and once again, her stomach was overwhelmed with nausea. “They also left Cas behind. He’s outside the door, no doubt listening to every word we’re saying.”

“I am.”

“See?” Crowley said with a brief chuckle, his heart warming when Selina actually managed to give him a smile despite the guilt she felt like she was drowning in. 

“I’m sorry Dean hurt you,” She whispered, as it wouldn’t take a genius to figure out who’d been holding the knife. But hey, at least he hadn’t killed him, that’s something. 

Although chances are, Crowley probably had to spend an excessive amount of time under threat of death as he pleaded his case, and even then she was surprised Dean let him go with nothing more than a warning. 

“That’s nothing, darling… It hurts me more to have to see you like this so what do you say we bring Cas in so that he can heal you?”

“No,” Selina murmured, shaking her head as much as she could and ignoring how it felt like her brain was sloshing around inside it. “No, I don’t want him to.”

“Selina, you’ve been badly beaten,” Crowley said seriously, ghosting his fingertips along the edge of the nasty gash on her forehead and wondering how on Earth she’d even managed to wake up given the depth of it. “I know you don’t like it, darling, but you need it.” 

“I don’t need it,” Selina defended, and poorly as when she tried to sit up and prove her point, she winced terribly and the entire room started to spin. “I’m fine.”

“You are not fine, Selina, look at yourself,” Crowley nodded towards her mirror, which would showcase how absolutely not fine Selina was. If only she would do what he said and look at herself. 

But she was stubborn. Very stubborn, and it was incredibly clear that she was purposely avoiding having to look anywhere near her mirror as she knew that when she did, she’d be proven wrong. Therefore, in order to get through to her, Crowley did what he had to and for the first time since before the trials, he used his powers on Selina and gently turned her head in the direction of the mirror. 

“That’s cheating,” Selina grumbled, but Crowley was in no mood to joke around with her and she could clearly see why. Her face was beat up beyond recognition. Bloody and bruising, with that deep gash taking up the majority of her forehead and being the primary cause of the blood that was still pooled in her eyes. 

Even her lips were bust open, split right down the middle and staining her teeth a deep shade of red. And there was even a hoop missing from the top of her ear, having been literally ripped right out of the cartilage.

That was just her face. If the pain she felt told her anything, not to mention the tears in her t-shirt, then her body probably looked about a hundred times worse right about now. And perhaps, on an explicitly obvious level, Crowley was right.

“Look at what they did to you.” Crowley said softly, despite his clenched teeth as he practically seethed with anger over his demons having done this. He then turned Selina’s head back to face him, this time with his hand and when their eyes quickly met, there was a brand new swell of almost light-pink tears resting in hers. “Is your pride really worth suffering through this?”

“It’s not about my pride,” Selina replied defensively, her voice cracking and she did her best to swallow the large lump that rose in her throat. 

“Then what's it’s about?” 

“It’s…” Selina began hesitantly, trying her best to figure out how to word this without coming across too pathetic sounding. Not to mention desperate. “It’s just… Every single time Cas heals me I forget what it’s like to have been with you… I don’t know why and I don’t know how but I always forget how you made me feel and after yesterday… I don’t ever want to forget what that felt like.”

“You’re acting as though we’re never going to be together again…” Crowley began, feeling a spark of panic start to blossom in his chest when all Selina did was roll her lips as he couldn’t help but feel like that’s what was going to happen. That perhaps this attack had pushed her to the point where she was beginning to wonder if he was really worth it or not. “Is that what this is? Do you… do you think we’re never going to be together again?

“I think it every time I part from you,” Selina admitted, in a voice so shy and quiet that it might as well have sliced Crowley’s heart right down the middle. 

At least she wasn’t thinking it for his reason, Crowley thought to himself, but he still didn’t like the idea that she was thinking it at all.  

“You don’t need to worry about that Selina, I told you already,” Crowley said softly, shuffling closer to her and taking her hands in his as that was the only way he could guarantee he wouldn’t accidentally hurt her. “I’m not going anywhere.”

“You promise?” Pathetic, she knows, but Selina needed to hear it as she couldn’t help but shake the feeling that at one point, she was going to lose him. 

“I promise,” Crowley said with the utmost sincerity, watching as Selina’s lips curled into as much of a smile as she could handle. He leaned in, pressing the softest kiss he could manage to them and sensing how she immediately lifted, as though there was nothing too heavy weighing her down anymore as he could still tell that there was. But he said nothing else about it and instead added, “Now will you please, for me, get that angel of yours to heal you?”

“Okay,” Selina nodded, and Crowley couldn’t help but sigh in relief. 

“That’s my girl,” He smiled fondly, pressing another gentle kiss to her lips before he backed away and stood up. “I’m going to go check in with those brothers of yours, so why don’t you get some rest, and I’ll call you when I can.”

“Okay,” Selina repeated, absently glancing towards the door when it slowly began to creak open. Her eyes then fell back to Crowley, whose own attention had been drawn to the eavesdropping angel as well before it redirected itself back onto her. Just as she said out loud, and in front of Castiel who she couldn’t care less about whether or not he heard, “I love you.”

At that, Crowely’s face softened as that was only the second time she’d ever said those three little words to him. He then leaned towards her, kissing her once more regardless of the newly present company as just like Selina, he didn’t care and if anything, he wanted Castiel to witness this if not to show him just how real their love truly was. 

“I love you too.” Crowley whispered against her lips, and then in the blink of an eye, he was gone. 

When Crowley reappeared he was in the store, which was now empty, bar Sam and Dean, who blatantly ignored him as they continued searching around for any clues as to who it was that had tried to kill Selina. They wouldn’t say it aloud, although their actions clearly showed it, but they had believed Crowley when he said he had no idea about who could have done it. His face when he saw Selina lying there wasn’t something anyone, especially Crowly, could ever have faked. 

It had been too genuine. Too accurate in the terms that he showed just enough emotion to make it appear real. Had he been faking it, like they’d assumed, then they would have expected him to be a little too angry over it and make a big fuss over trying to figure out who did it. But he hadn’t. He’d been quiet and serious. No witty jokes or retorts. No nicknames for neither Sam, nor Dean, who had been surprised at how easy it had been to push Crowley up against the wall and pin a knife to his throat. 

All in all it had been real, which is precisely why they ignored him when he showed up. Had he been faking, they’d have told him to get lost and to leave it up to them. But given that he, for some strange reason, clearly cared about their sister and genuinely wanted to figure out who had hurt her in order to punish them appropriately, they stayed quiet and allowed him to join in in the search for any clues that may lead them to the demons involved. 

Approaching the counter, the first thing Crowley saw was a blatantly obvious clue, making him wonder how Sam and Dean ever got anything solved without Selina as it wasn’t like this particular clue was at all subtle. He said nothing about it though, and instead stepped forward to take a closer look at the open newspaper that was evidently stained with Selina’s blood. 

In fact, it wasn’t just stained with blood splatter, it had been purposely drawn on with Selina’s blood that it made it a little hard for Crowley to want to pick it up. Nevertheless, the urgency to punish those involved took over and he lifted the page, which the more he looked at, the more he came to realise had been left specifically for him.  

The page in question was the crossword puzzle, of which six down and six across was highlighted with a smear of blood. As were their corresponding clues, which when you put all three of those together, you’ve got yourself a very obvious 666. Everyone knew Crowley liked to associate himself with that number and so he flipped the page over, and this time, his eyes were met with yet another message for him, again scribbled in Selina’s blood. 

Only this time, it wasn’t just highlighted print and when he saw the words so clearly written out for him, his heart sank right to the floor at what they said.

End it. Or next time, not even the angel will be able to save her.

Upon reading this, Crowley immediately left the store, bringing the note with him and not even stopping to announce his departure to Sam and Dean. He didn’t need them hearing him break as he spewed out some lame excuse as to why he was leaving. He didn’t need them to see him crumble as not only was that note an evident warning, but it was a clear and direct threat towards Selina’s life and even the mere thought about what they might do to her next time was enough to make him want to throw up – and demons couldn’t even throw up, so that only showed just how serious this threat was. 

There were only a handful of ways in which a demon could harm a human in order to make even an angel unable to save them, and they were forbidden under Crowley’s rule. They were heinous, unthinkable and despite his own hatred for most of humankind Crowley would never, ever wish any of those unspeakable things on a living soul. 

So to hear those crimes being threatened towards Selina made him sick to his stomach. He didn’t know who was responsible for said threat, nor did he know how many wished it upon her so he was at a loss at where to even begin in trying to keep her safe. 

Today’s attack had been meticulously planned out, and according to Castiel there had been at least three offenders. But chances are, there were a hell of a lot more involved as unlike the incident with Lola, this had been so well thought out that it was pretty obvious that they were watching Selina. 

How else could they have known where and when to find her? She’d said it herself that she usually frequents the store at least three or four times a week so all they had to do was get it right once. And boy had they ever. They’d almost killed her and if it hadn’t been for Castiel, then they very well might have. 

Although, the more he thought about it, the more Crowley began to think that this unsolicited attack had been nothing more than a warning, and that they had intended for her to live. Every demon on Earth, bar one or two, had given up trying to kill the Winchesters. For starters, it never worked. They were too good at defending themselves now, and with the frequent presence of their angel, it would only end in the death of the demon who was stupid enough to try and take them out.

Secondly, they never stayed dead, and chances are they’d come back and seek revenge on the demon who’d gotten lucky enough to temporarily kill them, which again, would result in their demise. Therefore, due to a rare spat of common sense amongst the community, most demons stayed away from all things Winchester, and were more than happy to simply carry on doing their jobs. 

This just showed Crowley how serious they were over the reasoning behind today’s attack, and it was becoming more and more apparent that they were not at all happy with his current relationship status. He had no idea how they’d found out but if they were willing to risk their lives this way in order to simply send him a message showcasing this hatred, then what else would they be capable of?

What other unspeakable things would they put Selina through just to make their point again? What other way could they brutalise her until she threw in the towel and ended things with him? Crowley didn’t even want to think about that but unfortunately for him, it’s all he could think about. He knew that’s what their game was, to force her to break up with him, but he also knew that Selina was a fighter. She wouldn’t give up so easily and would more than likely happily take beating after beating in order to stay with him.

Once was bad enough. Twice was pushing it, but by his life, there would not be a third.  

Therefore, there was only one thing he could think of that was a sure fire way in not only preventing any future attacks, but ensuring her safety completely. He didn’t want to do it, he didn’t want to give up so easily without a fight but he knew he had to. The risks were just too high and Crowley simply couldn’t fathom the idea of Selina going through another traumatic ordeal all because of him.

So he had to do it. He had to break up with her. And worst of all, in order to make it seem believable, he had to make it hurt.

Chapter 20 ->

[thesubtextis]

Could we hear about the royalty au for the wip ask game please?

YES!!

This one has been very fun for me to play with, and the only reason that I haven't devoted myself to it entirely is because I promised that the next thing I posted would be an update to Conquered By Love.

So for this one, we have a (historically inaccurate, because I am too lazy to do real research) Regency ABO type setting. Omega Dick, Alpha Slade, etc etc.

Dick is titled, through Bruce, and should be a catch, except that he knows there's no way Bruce is ever going to approve of a match for him. Bruce keeps him around to raise the younger kids, since Bruce doesn't have an omega of his own (he courted Selina, but she was already widowed and had the privilege of remaining single. He's technically mated to Talia, but she lives with her family of origin in another country. It's generally considered that he "put her away" by the ton, because they are unfamiliar with Talia's culture, and the fact that they (society) annoyed her too much for her to find it worth staying with Bruce. Being both rich and foreign, she had the power to leave him in the way local omega did not). Assuming that Bruce stops adopting kids, by the time the youngest child is raised and out in society, Dick will be considered a spinster, despite being attractive, likable, talented, and rich. He doesn't expect that he will ever marry, and he is sad about it. He tries to be grateful to Bruce for taking him in, despite it coming the apparent price of raising a nearly infinite stream of other people's children, and never getting to shine on his own.

The story starts during Tim's first season. At this point, the fact that Tim is out in society and Dick is still neither married nor courting (despite several offers for him) is cluing people into the fact that he's destined to never marry, and he's feeling the beginnings of social isolation from his former peers.

Enter Slade. Slade is "newly" (like 15 years ago) titled by the King, and somewhat lacking in the refined ways of the rest of the Ton, even though he's just as (if not more) rich as the rest of them. His kids, unfortunately, are also lacking in some of the base education of society manners, in part because Slade can't be bothered and in part because Adeline died before they could learn. The Wilsons usually keep to themselves, but Grant (alpha) has decided that he wants a wife/omega, and so Slade has to return to society to help him make that happen.

Grant says something with Dick takes as an insult, and so Dick responds by openly cutting him. Slade takes notice, gets into a polite verbal battle with Dick, and rather than it ending with Dick's humilation (as Slade intended), Slade is reluctantly impressed and kind of wants to court Dick himself. He makes overtures, and is rejected by Bruce, as all of Dick's suitors have been.

This only makes Slade want him more. He starts watching for Dick, and is more and more taken (obsessed) with him.

In watching Dick, he starts watching the Waynes. He sees Roy (omega) and Jason (beta) go off together, and catches them in a compromising position. This is a significant scandal, because Roy is married to Kory (alpha). Dick catches Slade when Slade catches them, and begs Slade to keep it quiet. They're all in love, but society doesn't allow for throuples, so Jason is unfortunately stuck as a secret third. Slade tries to use this as blackmail to get Dick to agree to marry him, thinking that Dick's reluctance is why Bruce said no. Dick reveals that (while he doesn't want to marry a blackmailer), Bruce would have said no to Slade even if Dick were madly in love with him.

Slade manages to maneuver the conversation so that now the two of them are (inappropriately) alone. Dick is frustrated, and Slade encourages him to get physical, provoking Dick into trying to hit him so that he has an excuse to manhandle Dick in return. Dick is so focused on helping Jason that he doesn't realize that Slade has intentionally isolated him and made him look debauched. At least, he doesn't realize it until Slade "accidentally" knocks something over, and the loud noise leads to them being discovered.

Bruce is forced to agree to the match to avoid scandal. Slade is smug, and content to keep Jason's secrets. Dick is horrified, and humiliated. He quickly determines that he's traded Bruce, who wanted to use him to raise his kids, but who at least loved him, for Slade, a relative stranger who wants to fuck him, but who also wants to use him to raise his kids.

Insert their trainwreck of a marriage here. Slade is constantly manipulative, but does genuinely like Dick, and is more or less willing to be benevolent in his victory. Dick is fucking furious, and resentful, and honestly pretty scared of how far Slade will go to achieve his goals, but also upset because... this is kind of what he secretly wanted? He just needs to figure out how to manipulate Slade back.

Most of the fic that I have written/ outlined is the early days of their marriage, with Dick struggling to find his place, and to decide whether or not he hates Slade, wants to fuck him, or both, and Slade realizing that yes, he *has* Dick now, but also, his life would be a whole lot less hellish if he could convince his omega to like him.

[roobylavender]

the chess master with the board and the one radical element who refuses to play by the rules is such an interesting concept. personally I don’t mind the other aspect or introduction of that element of a relationship because I do think there is a potential for it to be interesting in the same way I find the messed up way Gen and Irene from TQOA series interesting (sorry I don’t know if you know that series) but anyway enough of that, but like im thinking about the one comic where Barbara keeps getting pushed by Selina and tells her they aren’t so different which is interesting because I see Jason as this Catwoman type or her being like the blueprint. Idk I feel these two people are really calculated and it would have been interesting if they had met when they were peak Oracle and Red Hood (despite like me despising how some of that RH lore came to be) if it had been made into some kind of antagonistic calculated game. They just had so many qualities that really narratively have that push and pull and personally I hate that it has been watered down to like this familiar thing because there was potential meat there before. Like it isn’t so much that they would bond over joker trauma in that they came to it do differently that maybe their would be some complex feeling to the way the other handled it that would range from anger to maybe shame or resentment that would really push the other in uncomfortable places. Wounds that’s don’t get filled. Narratives that haunt if things are left to linger and continue. And honestly narratives that also potentially could heal if you ever think about like a situation where the BoP offers a position to Jason. Idk idk idk….

i have read the queen's thief, it's one of my favorite series ever! i'm not personally inclined towards barbara and jason as a romantic thing bc i do think it differs from gen and irene in the sense that barbara and jason know each other from the outset and if we go by old canon she's a good decade or so older than him when she gets to know him as a teenager. but i do like the idea of them having the charged back and forth gen and irene do that's colored by their contrasting experiences due to age. there's a lot that irene's seen in her lifetime that renders her incredibly cynical and sometimes so little gen has seen that it renders him brash and bold in comparison. and while that doesn't track exactly fact to fact for barbara and jason i'm sure there's still elements there you can evoke between them like you mentioned! like not to turn this comparison on its head but i love that a big part of gen and irene's relationship is him helping irene recognize she's hardened herself over the years to protect herself and that it's increasingly compromised her own humanity - that would be so cool to see barbara try to get jason to recognize! but maybe jason could push back against her and the clocktower defenses too and try to bring her out of her comfort zone. there's so much you can do with them pushing each other's buttons lol i really want a story where they just drive each other crazy and are a bit resentful and a bit hopeful and it's messy and complex. it'd make for the perfect unorthodox cross generational friendship / allyship

[princecapitaine]

get to know eric capitaine :

Where Eric actually came from, no one really knows. All he had been able to tell them when he had been found was that his name was Eric and his mommy and daddy fell off the boat. He was just a toddler, in the midst of a shipwreck, brought to land and quickly adopted by Selina and Marcus Capitaine. 

The Capitaine family is one well known around Echo Isle for owning Capitaine Seas, one of the largest seafood distributors in the world. The business has been within the family for decades and it’s been expected for Eric since he was adopted that one day he’d take over.

Except that was never something he wanted, and both Selina and Marcus knew it. When Marcus was still alive, he tried his hardest to convince the boy that it wasn’t as bad as it seemed - that there was still plenty of freedom to live his own life. But when Eric was 25, his father passed and the corporate eyes turned to him. 

Thankfully Selina stepped in and took over as interim CEO, giving Eric a bit more time to gather himself and figure out what he was going to do with his life. For all she wanted him to follow in his father’s footsteps, she wasn’t going to force it upon him. However, she did give him a deadline - that he had five years to decide what he was going to do. On his thirtieth birthday, she would be stepping down for either Eric or someone else to permanently take over. 

The years have passed, with only one more before he’s thirty, and Eric still has no clue what he’s going to do. He knows what his heart wants, to continue sailing and finding a dream of his own - but he can’t shake the obligation to his late father to take over the business. Perhaps he should be focusing more on figure it all out, but he continues to put it off and avoid any and all serious responsibilities.

He’s obsessed with the sea. He has a double story study full of different artifacts he’s found over the years of sailing around Echo Isle and its surrounding islands. It’s not something he shows people often, wanting to have at least something primarily to himself that he doesn’t have to share with the rest of the world.

A few years back he had been placed under a siren spell by Shelly Morgan. It lasted long enough for Eric to propose, fully believing her to be the one. However on the night of his bachelor party, he and his friends jokingly and drunkenly wound up at Mary Sanderson’s fortune telling shop. It was there that she revealed he was under a spell, lifting it for him and making him realize the entire thing had been a lie. He thanked Mary, leaving a hefty tip, and promising to return later for a proper thank you. Little did he know that in replace of the spell Shelly had him under, Mary had placed a new one on him herself. One of her sister’s bewitching love spells. 

Eric immediately broke everything off with Shelly, canceling the wedding and publicly shunning the girl for using him. Though he didn’t out her as a siren, knowing the dangers that magical creatures faced - he did somewhat ruin her public image, at least in the higher social circles of Echo Isle. 

Ever since he’s been infatuated with Mary and continues to stop by her shop. He’s willing to do almost anything she asks of him and is trying to build a relationship with her, despite the fact that she doesn’t always seem that interested in him at all.

A few weeks ago, he nearly died at sea - a fire starting on his boat during a storm. He ensured all of his friends were safely on the lifeboats and was about to escape himself when he fell off of the edge into the rough waters. To this day he doesn’t know how he survived, but he does believe a girl with a beautiful voice saved him. He tried to tell his mother this, but she wrote it off as stress from the accident, and Eric hasn’t told anyone else since. But he can’t help the way the girl’s voice has been echoing in his head ever since.

[f4nd0m-fun]

I think my only problem with this is that Tony more often than not comes out as Iron Man, but I think it would be even funnier if they're not even in the same universe. Strange does yadda yadda spell trying to fix things and accidentally swaps the kids. Maybe the magic somehow connected the kids but it's only going to last so long so Tony and Bruce have to work together on a portal and they have a time limit of whenever-the-kids-can't-connect (maybe they even start glitching like spider verse, it is a spider situation after all).

This ends up in them setting up a key card and bio lock for the portal on both sides so they can visit each other.

As soon as the two boys can be in the same area, they go ham on the acrobatics. Obviously Dick can't outdo Peter but Peter is impressed with what he can do as a human.

Orrrr

We can go angsty route. Bruce is out here looking for his Robin who got kidnapped by the Court, and Tony just saw his kid get dusted. When Bruce gets home he's got a traumatized and pained kid and Tony ends up finding a Talon Dick when he gets back.

The kids can still communicate, but they're both in so much more pain and Dick's thoughts aren't quite thoughts - he needs help but he probably can't get it in this universe.

Not only do they have the time limit, but also the fact that the kids can barely communicate with each other despite the connection.

Also, just imagine Batman being all 'I have backup' and like half the avengers show up because "WHO'S MESSING WITH MY STEP-ADOPTED-KID" or something (Tony is a burnt marshmallow, if you get past the tough and bitter shell you get all the soft n gooey stuff, Bruce is a slightly less burnt marshmallow).

Anyway, JL wonders where this team came from, but, after they find out, they're willing to come to aid. In fact, Wonder Woman enjoys talking with Thor. But also, I can't decide if she'd like Steve or not. As in, I feel like he would be the universe opposite to her boyfriend, who died a while ago, but maybe that's just me.

Also, the two dads slowly giving into the ultra adoption instincts, but Bruce still ends up with more (I think Tony just has Morgan, Peter, and garage kid - Harvey something?) but they share most of the kids.

...

JASON HIJACKS THE PORTAL. He doesn't want to deal with Bruce and he knows Tony at least had an excuse - different world stuff - so he goes to Tony instead. Tony tries not to call Bruce but gives in after maybe two weeks.

... remember that med machine? No more spleenless Tim.

Pepper gets along surprisingly well with Selina/Talia (I want both but it's not a necessity).

I'm laughing a little at the idea of it being a fake!cryptid Batfam, Tony laughing about it, but also encouraging the insanity because, well, it's funny.

Peter enjoys grappling with Bruce. Sure, Tony can mostly keep up with him flying, but these guys understand the joy of swinging. Well, mostly.

What makes this funnier is I did have an AU where the court accidentally grabbed Tim instead of Dick and decided to use an experimental serum on him, which technically caused his death but also turned him into a spider person and he revived so he's mostly okay now? So if we didn't mind 1 non-baseline Batfam, could have it be Dick instead or keep the Tim line, and have them meet because they somehow ended up at Spider verse HQ, and from there is absolute chaos.

Tony and Bruce bemoan about the joys of a super powered kid (the Spiderbat and Signal) while said kids are off causing chaos in multiple worlds.

Also, Bruce has apparently broken the fourth wall before, and so has Peter. I'm now imagining Tony and the Batkids being confused while Peter and Bruce 'randomly' explain x of the day to the audience. 😂

Gods this is so fun to think about.

"Mumcle Tony" and "Pauntie Bruce" (Mum/Uncle + Pa/Auntie)

But then the in-world spouses are just aunt/uncle (I will admit I shipped pepperoneve or however it's spelled years ago but I haven't really watched anything recently) (but I also like the idea of both Bruce and Selina being genderfluid which means Selina is sometimes Uncle Sel to Peter and Tony's others).

I also have this one story where Batman is basically Loki but literally every power is as sealed as possible so he's still technically baseline human? The only power that couldn't fully seal is shapeshifting to forcefully keep him in human form but all that comes out of that is his face looks different whenever someone who doesn't know his identity removes the mask, nothing drastic though since he's got no magic or anything else. Like maybe his eyes are a lil greener or his hair a bit browner, maybe his chin is slightly softer.

So just, imagine being Tony, seeing this dude come through the portal with your kid so he can get his, and your head starts hurting because you have no baseline for his face so you can't tell what he looks like. But other than that headache-inducing detail, which is mostly fixed after he shows you a photo, he's completely human, but why does he look like Loki? (I looked up an image of Pattinson and one of Hiddleston, the former just looks like a pale latter IMO).

There's just... soo many paths one can take and it all depends on if the entire Batfam is human, if they're pretending not to be, and how both sides even meet.

...

Like, what if what Thanos did accidentally merged two worlds? He destroyed the people of one, what's to say he didn't accidentally destroy some of the fabric of reality itself? And like an atom missing an election, it sought.

Or it might be a case of '99% similar planes/worlds overlapping' so you take the wrong step and end up in the other world and vice versa.

Or the real kicker of 'opposite earths' thing. IE, they both exist, there's just two different Earths in the universe, either different but similar solar systems or opposite of each other in the same rotation.

Too many ideas

I just had a thought, fueled by the fact I have a fever probably.

Bruce, Batman, is very mom-coded.

Tony, Iron Man, is very dad-coded.

They should platonically co-parent.

[your-nanas-house]

Hi idk if u do like series but can u do a part 2 of the bruce wayne gf x yandere Damian

Sure! I was planning to. 😊

My father's girlfriend part 2

Pairing: Yandere!Older!Damian Wayne X Bruce's girlfriend!Reader; Bruce Wayne X Reader

Warnings: broke up, cheating, stalking, photos, sadness, angst

Words: 358

Summary: Damian wants Y/n and he knows how to have what he wants.

Note: Sorry for the mistakes and the English. This is the part 2 of this. (All the characters are of age).

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Damian Wayne did not have a plan to win Y/n, he could only count on his young man charm and his attitude that might or might not attract her; however, he knew what it needed to have what he wanted so badly and that was for Bruce and Y/n to break up so that they would both be single again.

Damian's various attempts had not worked despite the fact that he had started following his father and also Y/n to catch a possible reason that came one evening while Batman i.e. Bruce was on patrol around the city, the young woman had stayed home waiting for him since she had moved there and Damian although he wanted to stay in her company went out, fortunately or unfortunately for Bruce since he found that very day the proof he needed.

He had turned a corner and climbed to a rooftop to find Batman together with Catwoman, one of his exes, they were talking and then all of a sudden their mouths were connected, their clothes across the room with them hidden under the bed sheets as they took care of each other, this would have broken his beloved's heart but Damian had to take the opportunity so he took pictures and a few days later made sure Y/n had them by an anonymous mail.

That morning the young Wayne had stood outside watching the scene, watching as Y/n's smile disappeared as soon as she opened the envelope and saw the photos, he watched as her face turned into an angry expression as tears streamed down her cheeks without ever stopping to yell at Bruce who was trying to talk to her, reassure her while feeling completely guilty for having gone along with that farewell from Selina that would have allowed him to leave the past behind and focus only on the relationship he had at that moment, but he could no longer because that relationship was gone.

Y/n left the manor quickly returning to her previous apartment not expecting an overnight visit from a Wayne..just not from the one she expected.

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[dessarious]

How the Sirens Adopted a Ladybug Pt9

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When Ivy walked back into the suite looking even more annoyed than usual, Selina thought it was best to leave her be. Harley however, for all the two were dating, seemed to never consider it might be best to wait and let her settle.

“No luck huh?” Ivy just sent her a flat look.

“There was one burst of power but it came from here and Trixx told me not to worry about it, so no.”

“Wait, what burst of power? When?” Nothing had happened as far as she knew and whether the Kwami thought it was a problem or not, Selina wanted an explanation for it.

“A couple hours ago.”

“That’s right around the time the kid woke up wasn’t it?” Despite Harley’s matter of fact tone, Selina felt a surge of panic. What the hell had happened? Chloe had come out to give her the signed papers but they hadn’t heard anything since. She got up to go check on them but Plagg appeared in front of her face.

“You should leave them be for now. What she felt was me destroying an Akuma.”

“What? Did Chloe do something?” Selina winced as soon as she heard the words come out of her mouth. She was growing fond of the girl but she’d admitted to being a pretty horrible person to Marinette in the past.

“Chloe helped Mari feel safe enough to break down.” Tikki’s voice held a reprimand that she knew she deserved. “And Plagg’s right, you should leave them be. Mari needs to be with someone she trusts.” Selina shared a confused look with Harley and Ivy.

“Uh… didn’t she say on the roof that she couldn’t trust Chloe?” Harley voiced the question they were all thinking and Tikki frowned at them.

“She couldn’t trust her with a Miraculous. This is different.”

“I don’t see how. This is even more dangerous if it gets out.” Tikki gave a frustrated sigh but it sounded directed at herself.

“Mari has known Chloe since their first day of school. They didn’t get along most of the time, yes. Chloe has been bullying her on and off for years but she’s blunt and doesn’t pull punches. More importantly she is what she seems. Chloe doesn’t lie or pretend to be someone she isn’t to get favors. She doesn’t pretend to care about you until something new and shiny comes along. She does what she wants and she doesn’t hide what that is. So when she says she wants to help her, Mari knows it’s true.” That… sort of made sense, and Selina had gotten no indication from the girl that she was lying or a threat to Marinette. Even Plagg had stopped being so surly with her.

“So she trusts a girl that bullied her most of her life but not us?” Ivy didn’t seem to know if she should be confused or insulted.

“Marinette doesn’t know you. Given her first impression was Selina trying to rob the Louvre, can you really blame her for being cautious? Not to mention that most of the people in her life turned out to be completely different than she thought. The unknown is dangerous territory for her.” Logically Selina knew Tikki was right, but her instincts were telling her to check on Mari and see that she was alright for herself. Given the way Plagg was eyeing her they could tell.

“Chloe ordered room service and it should be here soon. You can check in when you take it to them.” That was better than nothing she supposed. Waiting for it to arrive was torture. She was constantly looking at her phone for the time and Harley and Ivy were both looking at her like she’d lost her mind. Plagg finally just landed on her phone, giving her a bored look. “She’s fine. If she weren’t we wouldn’t be out here and you would have felt it. You’re her black cat now so you’ll know if she’s in danger.”

“Does that mean your last holder could feel it too?” Harley’s question caused the Kwami to let out a sound something like a growl.

“He was very good at ignoring things he didn’t want to deal with.” Given the scowl on both Kwami that was an understatement at best. When she saw that boy again he was going to regret ever being born. Finally there was a knock on the door. Selina was opening it almost before she consciously registered the sound. Chloe’s butler wheeled the tray in and she blinked at the contents.

“What’s all this?” There was a large file folder with a tablet and burner phone on top of it along with all the food.

“The papers are for Mlle. Dupain-Cheng’s records to prove she’s emancipated and give her access to all her assets. The tablet and phone Mlle. Bourgeois requested so she’d have something to use to set everything up.” And now she felt really bad for immediately thinking the girl had done something.

“That was extremely fast for an emancipation.” She wasn’t certain even Bruce could have pulled it off that fast, not legally anyway.

“Mlle. Bourgeois has been preparing for this for months. Everyone who would be a part of it had already been notified and gone over everything. All that was needed was a signature.” As the man left Selina could feel the guilt getting worse. Bruce’s paranoia was rubbing off on her and she didn’t like it. She wheeled the cart over to the door and knocked. There was a muffled ‘come in’. When she opened the door she saw Chloe on the bed, leaning against the headboard, with Mari tucked into her side. They were both looking at a magazine.

“An Akuma based fashion line? Is Gabriel trying to bankrupt his company?” Mari sounded horrified at the idea and Chloe hummed in agreement.

“At this point it seems like he’s trying to see how horrible he can be before people start calling it the trash that it is instead of saying it’s ‘innovative’ or some other such bullshit.” Marinette actually giggled at the comment. “You better restart your brand again before people forget what taste looks like.” That just caused her to look at Chloe in shock. “What? Just because I’m a bitch doesn’t mean I don’t know quality when I see it.”

Selina watched as Marinette latched onto the other girl in a fierce hug. Chloe didn’t seem to have any idea what to do with that and looked around, spotting Selina in the doorway. She had to cough to cover a laugh at the girl’s panicked expression. That got Marinette’s attention and she huddled into the girl next to her. As much as she trusted the Kwami, Selina was still surprised by how comfortable she was with Chloe. And slightly hurt that she was afraid of her, but she reminded herself that it would take time. Time that they really didn’t have unfortunately.

“Your butler brought up the food, as well as papers for you Marinette.” She just looked confused but Chloe immediately got up and spread the different forms on the bed. She explained what they all were and what they were for. She was very thorough, and ended with a list of lawyers, financial advisors, and everything else she would need for just help, or even to be completely hands off with her assets. It honestly reminded her of Tim when he was in business mode. Marinette’s hand was hovering over the deed to her home.

“Mari, you don’t have to decide anything right now. You can hire a property manager to look after it until you’re ready.” Chloe’s voice was soft and Marinette didn’t react at first. Eventually, she let out a shuddering breath.

“I want to go home.”

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sometimes, bunny mask found herself wishing that she could read into not just people more, but their thoughts themselves. and this was certainly one of those times. though the most important one that bunny would have liked to know at that moment was, could selina tell that she adored how easy the cat was to talk to? because bunny mask swore, the more they talked, the more it felt like she was talking with someone she'd known for forever. bunny supposed she could chalk some of that feeling up to how mutually connected they were in regards to existing outside of the scope of what was viewed as ' socially acceptable ' by most other beings. or, that they were outcasts, like selina herself had thought earlier on in their conversation. but not in a detestable way; for there wasn't a bad bone in selina's body, as far as bunny mask was concerned.

it was just that she could tell selina had a noble heart and that had to be rare amongst so much corruption. bunny just watched in silence as the other displayed such open body language towards her, that it felt naturally contagious, and she too had kept the trunk of her body exposed — which was arguably the most vulnerable part of her. bunny mask then held one of her clawed hands over her heart in a subconscious effort to try to ease the heat that she felt was seeping into her bones now. that was making her want to reach out and touch selina's hand to make sure that she was indeed still real, for bunny mask was still so unaccustomed to the feeling of looking at someone in a way that implied she might not exactly view someone in just a friendly light. and that influenced her to view her current situation through a lense that was a bit... surreal.

bunny's hand closed around the fabric of her dress where her hand was, then, while she took a deep breath. bunny mask didn't want to come off as too charmed by her while she was in her presence and possibly scare selina off. so, like her very heart was betraying her, she was trying to force the overflow of emotion that had occurred within it to become smaller. it would likely feel like too much after a while anyhow and make her feel... what was the word for it? overstimulated, yes. bunny mask took another deep breath, thought about the washington forest back in roanoke, and that seemed to do the trick. bunny no longer felt overwhelmed as she only hummed in response to that at first, ❝ aha. well, i appreciate it. yes, i suppose you could say i am prone to overfocusing on one particular detail of something sometimes. that is actually a very human thing to do, is it not? ❞

bunny mask let go of her dress and what followed was the uncrossing of her legs. despite the fact that she had convinced herself she was fully okay with who, or more like what she was, it seemed like she was constantly comparing herself to them. to humanity. bunny mask appeared contemplative momentarily, ❝ well, this may be somewhat of the ' expected answer, ' but i have to say that i liked alyosha's character the most. though not really because he is presented as the ' hero ' of the novel, though that has occurred to me now. it is just that i believe he is meant to emphasize love as his character always seems to make an effort to be kind to people that appeals to me. alyosha believes in the goodness around him, and he is also firm of faith, which i think is also interesting. plus, the fact that he seems to search for a father figure in another character named zosima... is very pure-hearted in a way. i myself do not have such a figure in my life, so i can relate to him in that aspect as well. ❞

looking for her creator, a guardian of some kind, was one of the first ventures that bunny mask had went on once she was set free. but she found nothing. bunny scratched at her knee absentmindedly before subtly reaching the book out to her. there appeared to be lots of tab-like sticky notes peeking out of the sides of the copy that were shaped like a rabbit's head and ears at the end of them, ❝ if you wish to read it, you can borrow my copy. i do not mind waiting to finish it. reading my notes is not required, but you can, if you want to. i think you would be a fan of this work if you like philosophy too. ❞

bunny mask squinted her eyes in contentment, much like a cat, and continued to hold the book there. she let herself bask in the feeling of being that much closer to selina inwardly. god's, did she secretly hope that she did read her notes if she were to take her copy of the book.

@brutalmasks asked : ❝ what are your plans for today? because if you are free at any point... i was thinking, perhaps you would like to join me to grab some food? as a date. ❞

the cat isn’t catting. for once. right now. in fact, she’s gathering recon quite patiently, her phone scrolling through as she taps blunted fingertips across the screen. the little cat pixelated in the upper right corner blinks — she cracks her gum and it snaps and pops in her mouth. she scrolls through and through and through, down and down and down, tip of her nail scraping across a screen.

and then it halts. frozen. and those enormous brown eyes lift from her screen, sweetly chocolate in their shade. they reflect the other before her — charming and charmed at once, a smile begins to bloom onto cherry red lips. it quirks into a wider expression of quiet interest.

reddened cheeks frame those teddy bear warm eyes as they fall back to her phone. selina segues easily into the job again, her little motions soundless.

“i would love to. like a… date-date?”

she’s biting the edge of a lip haphazardly and lifts that gaze again. she looks half meek, partially timid about it. the toe of a heel digs absently into the asphalt, perhaps tethers her here.

“i’d— just love to.”