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too-much-tma-stuff · 1 month ago

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Not-So-Common-Sense (Part 22)

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“Ghosts are a sovran people, more than that we’re a sovereign nation,” Hyena boomed, speaking over the assembly as he demanded everyone stop whispering and pay attention to him. He glared at the assembled leaders as he transformed in sparks and flashes, hair turning white and muzzle transforming into a snarling skull until he was fully ghost. “And I am done listening to all of this bullshit, so enough debating. Now explain to the Crown Prince of the Infinite Realms why you have allowed these people to violate my people’s rights and hold me captive.” Danny-No Phantom demanded.

He was glad he didn’t have a heart to be pounding in his chest as with a wave of his hand he created a throne of ice and sat down in it. He pushed his mask up and as it dissolved a circlet of shimmering ice formed around his brow. It wasn’t the official crown, he had yet to take the crown of flame but it was just a bit of showmanship to add to the effect. He needed these people to take him seriously after all. Jason stepped up to stand beside him, and to Danny’s surprise Deadman came down to take the other side, leaving Ellie to perch on the back of his makeshift throne, draping herself comfortably there. Danny settled himself more comfortably and confidently in his chair, and in his new role because whether he was ready or not it was time to act and he had the people who mattered behind him without question.

“Explain to me why we should not go to war.” Danny demanded in a terrifying shadow of his ghostly wail.

“What, no, the ghosts don’t have any sort of leader or structure. They’re completely disorganized,” Agent W insisted.

“That’s not true,” Deadman said, shaking his head. “Ghosts follow the strong and have always been a monarchy. We haven’t had an active king in centuries, since the last one went mad but it is well known that, when he is ready to, Phantom will be able to claim the throne. He is not lying about his position in the Infinite Realms and many spirits will follow him to war should he command it.”

“Including you?” Batman asked in a tone of mild curiosity that wasn’t fooling anyone that actually knew him.

“I recognize Phantom’s authority. The only reason I didn’t bow and acknowledge him when he answered the Justice League’s call the first time was that he asked me not to. More importantly many others, including multiple Ancients, recognize his authority and will follow him if he asks even if he is not yet the true king. His threats are not idle.”

“He should not be making threats at all! This is a diplomatic meeting,” One of the leaders exclaimed indignantly.

“Oh is it?” Danny asked, raising his eyebrows. “Because it sounded like what you were about to do was excuse and pardon their crimes against me and my people and offer them more resources. If that’s not what’s happening and you were about to mete out proper consequences then by all means, carry on and prove me wrong,” Danny said with a ‘go on’ gesture of one hand and leaned back in his chair, looking down his nose at the assembly.

Silence hung awkward and heavy over the room, which was all the confirmation Danny needed of the bad direction things were starting to go. He tried very hard not to fidget under the eyes of so many people. He knew that he was the prince, he was going to be the king overseeing basically an entire dimension with other monarchs and leaders under him, he was of a higher rank than anyone here! If only he wasn’t still so young, with so much more to learn. Speaking of which...

“How do you people deal with crimes like imprisonment and torture without cause? There are punishments for these things aren’t there?” Danny asked, cocking his head. He’d never paid much attention to politics, and what little he knew about politics didn’t really give him much hope for how this would be handled.

“Of course there are,” Diana said calmly, once again trying to force the room to move on or get left behind. He really did admire her ability to control the room as much as she did. “Since there is no question of the crimes the Ghost Investigation Ward did commit, the only question is what the consequences will be.” She looked around, but it seemed this time her attempt to nudge the leaders along had failed.

“With all due respect, ‘Your Majesty’,” Agent W directed at Danny, not even trying to hide her skepticism and contempt of his title. It made Danny bristle and got his hackles up immediately. To her credit, she didn’t flinch under his glowing glare. “It’s not our job to protect your people, we need to protect our own.”

Danny heard a few murmurs of agreement, he looked down for a moment thinking about that and trying not to bite his lip. He should stay, he should try to argue further and come to a peaceful solution, but he had been doing that for years! He had always just avoided the humans who hunted him, he had barely even defended himself from them for years, and he was done trying to be nice, to play by their rules.

“Right,” He said, standing up and surveying the collective leaders. “Who agrees with her perspective?” He asked scanning the collective.

There was a moment's hesitation before hands started to raise. He nodded firmly and looked back at Agent W. “Good, you protect your people,” he sneered, “ and I’ll do the same. Red Hood, Phantasm, let’s go,” Danny said and turned away, taking Hood’s hand and pulling him out through the wall, Phantasm followed. When Danny noticed Deadman looking torn, Danny gave him a small smile; “Stay with your team, there should still be one of us in the room. If they come to their senses let me know.”

He left the room through the wall and let invisibility cloak them as he grabbed Phantasm as well and flew straight up into the sky, not so high that Jason would struggle to breath but far enough they’d be guaranteed privacy. He let go of Phantasm since she could float on her own but kept Jason held close so gravity could not reclaim them.

“So, you’re not just giving up,” Jason said casually, “So, you have a plan?”

“Yes I have a plan,” Phantom agreed with a solemn nod. “It’s not my first choice, and I don’t really want to talk about it in case it fails. If it works I’ll let you know, if not you can help me brainstorm a plan B. Okay?” He glanced at the two of them, Jason didn’t hesitate in agreeing, Phantasm looked worried, but she nodded too. “Thank you. Phantasm take Jason please, you two stay put. I need to go… get something, and I have a feeling they’ll be calling us back soon once they see the storm they’ve unleashed on themselves.” He said with a thin smile.

“Right?” Phantasm said, she still sounded uncertain but she offered Jason her hand, and when he took it she took over keeping gravity at bay.

Danny smiled and drifted closer, kissing Jason’s helmet softly. “I’ll be back soon, just trust me okay?” He asked, ruffling Ellie’s hair.

“I always trust you, Cub,” Jason said, sounding tired but fond even through the helmet’s modulators.

“Just… don’t do anything stupid string-bean,” Ellie sighed.

“I’ll try pipsqueak,” Danny agreed before speeding away from both of them.

He needed to find his way back into the Ghost Zone but that wouldn’t be easy but it was far from impossible. There were natural portals opening up somewhere in the galaxy all the time, and Danny could get back in contact with Wulf somehow if he needed to. How he wasn’t sure, but he was on a time crunch so he had better figure it out fast. He didn’t want to leave Ellie and Jason hanging and time was of the essence. He had a feeling he could sense portals if he really tried, other ghosts seemed to know where they were after all! He just needed to get away from any distractions, to where his mind was clearest and his core shone the brightest, and for him that would always be space.

Once he was far enough away that the earth was a frisbee amongst the stars Danny settled into a cross legged position and closed his eyes. He took a deep breath he didn’t need and exhaled slowly, trying to remember what little he knew about meditation and, like, opening one’s third eye.

“Alright portal, where are you,” He murmured rolling his shoulders, only to jump out of his skin when he heard a crackle and boom right under him. He shot up as he opened his eyes, half expecting an attack only to see a swirling green portal directly under him. “Great, of course,” He sighed, and let himself drop into it.

The green resolved into the large foyer of the ghost kings palace surrounded by the observants and a few ancients.

“We’ve been waiting for you,” Chorused the observants.

“Great, how long have you guys been watching me? Fucking weirdos,” Danny muttered, but he couldn’t stay angry as Frostbite cheered and rushed in to hug him, scooping him up in a bearhug that would have cracked a rib if he had any. Clockwork followed more slowly, moving slowly and leaning on his cane, a thin smile on his elderly lips.

“It is good to see you, Young One. I'm sorry I know you haven’t had an easy time. I’ve been watching over you but didn’t feel it was possible for me to step in. Despite it all, you’ve done really well,” Clockwork said. He looked nervous, and Danny couldn’t blame him, he couldn’t count the number of times he had cursed Clockwork when things were at their worst, for not intervening to save him, but now…

“It's alright, I made it out and I found a new purpose. I assume if you had saved me I would have just spiralled or something like that?” He asked with a crooked smile that was really more of a grimace. It wasn't really okay, it would never be okay that Danny had lost his family and a part of him would never forgive Clockwork for having had the power to stop it and didn't. But he had also learned there was no point in holding Clockwork to human or present focused morals, he had his reasons and felt justified. Trying to hold Clockwork accountable would be counterproductive and maddening, he did trust Clockwork meant well.

“Something like that,” Clockwork agreed, mirroring Danny’s expression as he reversed into his child form. The expression looked very odd on his child-like face.

“We've been waiting for you,” the Observants chorused again, apparently impatient with the reunion. “Are you ready to take the crown?”

“Wow hello to you too,” Danny sassed, rolling his eyes at the ridiculous collective of giant eyeballs. “Yes, I'm ready,” Danny agreed, standing straight and holding his head high. He looked sure, even though he really wasn’t, but there was no putting this off any longer. “Release Pariah Dark and I'll be waiting for him in the world of our last battle.”

“That is not how-”

“I don't care if that's not how it's done, that's how I'm going to do it,” Danny interrupted the Observants. He really hasn't spent much time with them after his first defeat of Pariah and his capture but he was already familiar with the phrase.

“It is tradition to-” they started again and Danny interrupted with a growl.

“If I'm going to be king, this is a good time to get in the habit of obeying me. Release him, I'm sure he'll want revenge so he can find me in the world of our last confrontation and I'll defeat him properly this time, on my terms,” Danny insisted, bearing his teeth in a snarl. He knew that they weren't pleased, but he didn't care, he didn't plan on his rule to be dictated by trading so they could get used to it.

The Observants didn't have any mouths but he was sure that if they did they would look like they'd just bitten into a lemon. He'd never really understood why they were like this, Pariah Dark couldn't have been particularly obedient to tradition, but maybe he’d been gone so long they'd forgotten what it was actually like to have a ruler and only had the idealized version from inside their own minds. “As you wish,” they agreed sourly.

“That’s better,” Danny smiled thinly, there was little joy in this situation but he could find some in pissing off these uptight bastards. He nodded to them and looked back at Clockwork, he must know what Danny was planning and Danny was a bit surprised Clockwork didn't seem to have any objections. When he had intervened before it had been to stop Danny going ‘bad’. Maybe this time was different because Danny wasn’t planning to cause the damage himself, just… allow it to happen.

“You will be a good kind Danny,” Clockwork said softly. “Sometimes a leader has to compromise their own values to do what’s best for their people.”

“Ya, I’m not sure that’s what I’m doing Clockwork, those people hurt me worst of all, I think I have some pretty personal motivations,” Danny said bitterly.

“Even so,” Clockwork said with a shrug and a knowing smile that set Danny’s teeth on edge.

“Right,” He grumbled as he turned and walked back through the still open portal before turning and slashing through it from the other side. They would have a hard time opening another in the exact same location, not that Danny was planning on sticking around here, but the less of the universe and the more of Earth Pariah would have to rip through before he found Danny the better. He grinned far too wide and rocketed back towards earth.

He had done it! Pariah would be right on his heels and that bastard had no respect for human life. He would give the stupid humans something to fear~ By the end of the day they’d be groveling and begging for Danny to save them, and maybe he even would, if they asked very nicely.

He stopped on a dime next to his fiance and little sister again. They both jumped at his sudden appearance which made Danny laugh, Jason had taken off his helmet and his look of shock was particularly amusing! It was usually so hard to sneak up on the hypervigilant man. Danny reached out to take Jason back from Ellie and settled himself comfortably in Jason's lap while Jason wrapped his arms firmly around Danny's waist so he wouldn't fall. Ellie mimed gagging at the display of affection but didn't say anything.

“So, what did you do Danny? You weren't gone long enough to have gotten that far. Did it not work out?” Jason asked curiously and Danny gave him an impish smile.

“Oh no, it worked. I'm sure the Justice League will be calling us in just a few minutes once word gets to them about what just entered their dimension.” Even as Danny was talking he felt the change, the wave of dark energy that had just broken through the barrier between worlds. He didn't react, but it made Ellie stumble.

Danny remembered this dark energy from last time he'd fought Pariah but he had thought that was just because he had been nearby. It was disconcerting to know it could be felt at such a distance by those sensitive enough. Danny was sure he could handle this, but for a moment he was still worried he'd bitten off more than he could chew.

“Danny, what did you do?” She asked, sounding seriously worried.

“I released Pariah Dark,” he told her plainly, no point being cryptic now since this wasn't exactly a fun surprise. Her look of horror was cold water dumped on the burning coals of his rage and he winced. “Go back to your team Starlight, keep them safe but don't get yourself in trouble. This is… not going to be pretty,” he told her gently. He wasn't ashamed of what he was doing, not really. But he did worry about how she would feel about him afterwards, especially if one of her friends was hurt in the fall out.

Jason's phone buzzed and he pulled it out of his pocket as Ellie rushed away from the two of them, back towards Titans tower. Danny watched her go, biting his tongue so he wouldn’t call her back and selfishly try to keep her safe. She and Jason were the ones he loved most but it would be selfish to hold her safely prisoner, especially when Jason's family was bound to be out there too.

“That can't be them already?” Danny asked Jason worriedly, forcing himself to look away from Phantasm’s retreating form to check the notification on Jason’s phone. She was strong and clever, she’d be alright, he needed to have faith in her.

“It's not, it's an emergency alert. He didn’t waste any time fucking shit up did he?” Jason asked, unlocking his phone and opening social media. It was already starting to flood with half corrupted videos and pictures of Pariah Dark and his army of skeletons. He had landed somewhere in the US by the looks of things, which Danny was glad of, and all the videos were full of screaming and fire. Occasionally he bellowed demands for Danny to show himself, but they were in ghost speak so none of the humans understood what he was asking for.

“Damn that's one big mother fucker,” Jason whistled. “So that's the mad king?”

“Yes,” Danny sighed, leaning his head against Jason’s chest. “Now we just see how long it takes for those idiots down there to realize the GIW's weapons are like water guns to him. I'm not going to negotiate with them anymore, but I will accept their surrender and once they've agreed to all my terms I'll deal with him.”

“Isn’t he coming for you? Why’s he in America?” Jason asked as he kept refreshing his social media feed.

“He can’t tell where I am, I could find him but I’m less flashy then he is, and I got used to minimizing my ecto-signature to avoid the GIW. Pretty sure he’s hoping that if he causes destruction he’ll smoke me out since last time I fought him it was to protect my town. Not this time, it’s not my job to protect these people anymore, they’ve made it very clear they don’t want me too,” Danny sneered, rolling his eyes.

Jason nodded gravely, and hugged Danny more tightly, he knew this hadn't been an easy choice. Danny nestled in against Jason's chest, his eyes glowing brighter than usual with anger and sorrow.

“How are you feeling, Moonlight?” Jason asked softly. They had some time as the GIW rushed to arrive on scene and prove how useless they were. “This means that you’re going to be king after this doesn’t it?”

“I'm not sure how I feel,” Danny sighed, biting his lip for a moment before continuing. “I wish it felt better, more righteous. I wanted revenge but most of the people being hurt had no idea what their government was even doing, and they're suffering for it, so I can't really feel good about it anymore. But I also don't exactly feel bad about it either, you know? And a part of me wishes I did because I tried so hard to be good when I was younger and how little I care now feels like a failure.

“But then again I guess it was Sam that really insisted I use my powers for good. I was a teenage boy and other than protecting my friends my first instincts were to sneak into the girls locker room, and douse my bully in half spoiled meat. Maybe I was just never that good.” He sighed, hanging his head and trying to swallow down the uncomfortable knot of shame and dread in his stomach.

“As for being king, I never really wanted to be king, but Clockwork seems to think that’ll just make me a better king, I hope he’s right. And I do think I'm ready, with you, your siblings, and Ellie I finally feel like I have a firm foundation again. Your proposal felt like the last puzzle piece I needed to feel whole, I'm as ready as I'll ever be.”

“You are good Danny, and you'll be a good king, but even good people have their breaking point. It's their fault they pushed you to yours. The Justice League and the Teen Titans will be on the scene to help evacuate soon and I’m sure it won’t be too long before those idiots down there will realize they’re up shit’s creek and call for help soon.”

#dc x dp #danny phantom #jason todd #dead on main #my writing #fanfiction #dani phantom #clockwork #frostbite #the GIW #deadman dc #diana prince #batman #red hood #Hyena!Danny AU #multipart fic

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the-brash-spud · 5 months ago

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Billy would definitely be talking mad shit about (almost) all gods to JL. Wherever it is ancient, old, or new drama, and by now picking up habits from those gods and being opinionated himself about the whole situations to mainly Aquaman's -bc poseidon- and Wonder Woman's -bc most female gods- dismay.

The whole thing would've gone to a head when Marvel again says shit about poseidon for almost sinking all of Japan again -honestly Japan's natural disasters are crazy common, like did some old Japanese emperor piss on the tridon he found bc he thought it would've been funny or something?- and Aguaman snaps at Marvel about why he never says shit about for example Zeus bc he probably deserves most shit-talking from a human. Marvel wheeze laughs like, "Dude, he's sponsoring me. The one time I talked shit about him, I had to sacrifice a chicken and two goats for him to give me my powers back. Do you know how expensive those get?"

So anyway, Superman would've gotten salty that he got mind controlled by a space catapillar during that time because Marvel couldn't keep his opinions to himself.

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gothamite-rambler · 5 hours ago

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Wonder Mom with Jason Todd

Wonder Woman: Batman, you still have the youngling?

Batman looked at Robin (Jason Todd, 13) who hid behind a pillar while peeking out and looking at Diana.

Batman (begging): Yes... don't do it.

Wonder Woman (defiant): I have to do it.

Batman: No you really don't! He's not going to want to do anything else. He can't say no to you! Do not do it.

Wonder Woman (mischievous): I have to with the knowledge that it bothers you not.

Wonder Woman walked over to the pillar where Jason was hiding intimidated by the woman.

Wonder Woman (warm smile): Hello, young warrior!

Jason (stammering): H- Hi.

WW: Aww, look at your face you're so adorable.

Jason: Oh God Wonder Woman called me adorable? This is the best day ever!

WW: And it will get better because I would like to ask, would you like to spend a day with me? It can be tiring being a sidekick and I just want you to have a fun day with my fan.

Batman shook his head at Jason.

Jason: I would love to!

Jason hugged Wonder Woman.

WW: All right, Batman we will be back from the arcade in two hours.

Batman: Two hours?!

Wonder Woman took Jason Todd with her and Batman sat there futile to stop it.

Superman (smirking): She is the only person you fear, isn't she?

Batman: I'm not responding that. If you'll excuse me, I need to call my oldest son and tell him to get here so I can do this mission! God damn it, Diana.

Batman left to call Nightwing.

Superman (chuckling): Nightwing won't like that.

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a-fandom-reimagined · 11 months ago

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< PREVIOUS PART

"Diana, you have exhausted valuable resources and the skills of our healers for one woman. To what end? She will die anyway. Maybe not today or tomorrow. Maybe not a year from now or ten but she will die. You're just delaying the inevitable."

Diana had few moments in her life where she could truthfully say she was angry with her mother. But in that moment she almost hated her. The Amazons were supposed to be messengers of peace and truth and justice. What happened to her mother while she was away? What happened to the fearsome woman who raised and taught her to stand for what was right? This wasn't the first time they'd had this argument and as your life hung in the balance, Diana doubted it would be the last.

You hadn't uttered more than a few sentences since arriving on the sandy shores of Themyscira and that was two weeks ago. You'd been in and out of consciousness every since. Never awake longer than a second or two and no one could tell Diana why. The healers had done all they could. The rest was up to you.

Diana gritted her teeth and rose from your bedside. "You and I are not having this conversation again, mama. Y/N is staying here until she wakes up. The healers will attend her for as long as she requires their attention and that is final. You gave me your word and you will stand by it."

"Perhaps I gave it too hastily."

Fire and hatred burned in Diana's eyes but the Queen of the Amazons did not--would not--falter. "I know you've formed something of an…attachment…to this girl--"

Diana laughed, tearfully. Attachment. What a paltry word to describe what she felt for you. This all-consuming yearning and devotion that kept her up nights and drove her to kneel at your bedside for hours with no regard to her own hunger and comfort. "Attachment," Diana repeated, laughing again.

"She is not like us, my daughter" the queen continued. "She is not like you--"

"She doesn't have to be! I don't need her to be like me. I don't need her to do anything but live, mama!"

"I do not mean to be cruel but if this is what her ailing has done to you…I don't want to know what would become of you if she perished."

Diana for the first time since coming home was inclined to agree with her mother. She opened her mouth to speak, some of her earlier anger dissipating, when a sharp breath stole away her words.

Diana whirled.

You rubbed sleep from your eyes, wincing as you struggled to get comfortable in the narrow cot on which you lay.

Diana stumbled to your bedside and fell to her knees.

You gave her a weak smile, bleary-eyed smile. Your hair was a bird's nest atop your head and yet to Diana, you'd never looked more beautiful.

You hit the ground hard not for the first time today.

"Dammit," you hissed.

Diana leaned into your line of sight with an apologetic smile. "Are you alright?"

"No I'm not alright!" you snapped. "A toddler could have blocked that kick and I just…I just," you screwed your eyes shut and breathed through the pain, the embarrassment, and frustration. "I'm not the same, D. My body…it's not the same."

She dropped to her knees and gently straddled your waist. Taking your face in her hands, she kissed your lids again and again until you opened them. "It's only been a week, my love. It could take months even years to remind your body of what your mind never forgot. Give it time."

It had been four months since you woke up in Themyscira's infirmary. Four long grueling months spent trying to remember how to walk and care for yourself. Fighting off pain and infection with strange herbs and medicinal techniques you'd never heard of and you were tired. So, so tired of being weak and fragile on an island surrounded by women who were the very definition of everything you used to be.

"But I don't want it to take months or years!" tears of frustration filled your eyes.

"I'm afraid you don't have much of a choice." Diana carefully rolled off of you and into the grass.

"Someone did this to me, Diana. I could have died."

"I know… And when you are well my love, we will find them and you will have your justice. But whether you like it or not it will take time. And if you will have me, I will be here with you. For every step of the way. And every step after that."

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simpingforheros · 2 months ago

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Guide

Fluff - 💗

Hurt/Comfort - ❤️‍🩹

Angst - 💀

Spicy but Not Smut- 🥵

Smut - 🔥

Dark - ⛓️

Disclaimer: While I do my best to label any and all trigger warnings in my posts, I would like ask that yall take a good look at any warnings before you read anything online. Minors DNI as I intend for all my stories, whether NSFW and Dark or Fluffy and SFW, to be for an 18+ audience. While I do my part as the writer to accurately give trigger warnings and label my content appropriately, please be conscious of the triggers and take care of yourselves.

Bruce Wayne

Dick Grayson

Jason Todd

Bring Me To Life (Arkham Knight! Jason Todd X Female! Reader) 💀❤️‍🩹⛓️ (One Shot, either a future series or rewritten someday)

Corruptions (Arkham Knighy! Jason Todd X Female! Reader) 💗❤️‍🩹🔥⛓️ (part two to Bring me to Life)

Jason Todd Headcanons 1 💗🔥⛓️

Jason's Girl ?? (Jason Todd x Female! Reader) 🔥💗

Jason’s Wife?! (Jason Todd X Female! Reader) (part 2 to Jason’s Girl??)🔥💗

Gifted with Love (Jason Todd x Female! Reader)🥵💗

You Belong to Me (Hush! Jason Todd X Female! Reader) (Coming soon)

Safe (Gotham Knights! Jason Todd X Female! Reader) ❤️‍🩹💀

Blurb 1 🥵

Barbara Gordon

Clark Kent

Conner Kent

Diana Prince

Cole Cash

Oliver Queen

Dinah Lance/Queen

Roy Harper

Lay All Your Love On Me (Roy Harper x Single Mom! Female! Reader) 💗🥵 ((coming soon))

Barry Allen

Wally West

Martian Manhunter

Starfire

Steve Rogers

Tony Stark

Bruce Banner

Natasha Romanoff

Sam Wilson

Clint Barton

Bucky Barnes

Yelena Belova

Wanda Maximoff

Pietro Maximoff

Wade Wilson

Eddie Brock

Logan Howlett

Miguel O’Hara

Sunny X Miggy Series (Grumpy! Miguel O’Hara X Sunshine! Reader) 💗❤️‍🩹 (Retired series from old account)

Bi-Han

Moonlight Lies ( Bi-Han X Female! Reader) 💀🔥 ((coming soon))

Noob Saibot

Hanzo Hasashi (not the child)

Kuai Liang

Tomas Vrbada

Clearing the Smoke (Tomas ‘Smoke’ Vrbada X Female! Reader) 💗🔥❤️‍🩹💀 ((coming soon))

Johnny Cage

Kenshi Takahashi

Takeda Takahashi

Kung Lao

Raiden

Liu Kang

Shang Tsung

Reptile

Ashrah

Sindel

Mileena

Kitana

Tanya

Li Mei

Cyrax

Sektor

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fickle-tiction · 1 year ago

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For Old Time’s Sake

“Ladies and Gentleman, I think Batman might be down for the count.” Clark was pretending to hold a microphone up to his mouth and speaking into it like he was an announcer. “Ohhhh! Nope! He’s up! That is going to hurt tomorrow.”

The corner of Bruce’s mouth pulls up into a smile at Clark’s antics as he circles Diana on the sparring mat. He dodges left as she makes a grab for him, grabbing her arm and using her own momentum to flip her over his back.

“And down goes Wonder Woman!”

Bruce drapes his body over Diana’s to try and pin her down, but she quickly reverses their positions and has Bruce in an armbar before he can even blink.

“I thought we said no powers.” Bruce grunts, trying to free his arm to no avail.

“I can’t help that I’m stronger than you.”

Bruce lets out a growl, but he doesn’t deny it. Instead, he uses every bit of training he can remember and slips out of Diana’s hold. He springs to his feet and is about to execute a flying kick when a voice catches him off guard and has him freezing in his tracks.

“You’re getting slow, old man.”

Bruce whirls around to see his second oldest son standing at the edge of the mat, arms folded across his chest as he watches the match.

“Jason?” Bruce asks before a strong pair of thighs wrap around his neck and slam him down onto the mat. Bruce wheezes as the wind is knocked out of him and doesn’t bother fighting the hold. He merely taps Diana’s thigh twice in quick succession and she releases him.

“Wonder Woman wins again! And the crowd goes wild! Ahhhhhhh!”

“Is everything okay?” Bruce asks, eyes on his son even as he accepts Diana’s hand up.

“Alfred said you were down here training.” That didn’t explain why he was at the house in the first place, but Bruce wasn’t going to push. “I couldn’t pass up the chance to see you get your ass kicked. I had no idea Wonder Woman would be here.” Jason barreled straight past Bruce to get to Diana, a charming smile on his face that Bruce couldn’t remember ever seeing. “It’s so great to meet you. I’m Jason.”

Diana let out a soft gasp of delight as she shook hands with Bruce’s son. “Diana. We have heard so much about you. It is wonderful to finally meet you!”

“Hey Jason, I’m Clark.” Clark also shook hands with Bruce’s son, reveling in this rare glimpse into their friend's personal life.

“I can’t believe you’re friends with Wonder Woman and Superman.” Jason directed at Bruce. “Seriously, why do you guys hang out with him?” This last bit was naturally directed at Clark and Diana.

Clark barked out a surprised laugh. “For his winning personality.” Bruce scowled, and Clark nodded in his direction with a grin. “Obviously.”

Jason snorted and Diana tsk’d, swatting at Clark’s arm even though she was clearly trying not to laugh too.

“Okay.” Bruce said loudly, clapping his hands together to capture everyone’s attention. “The three of you meeting is a terrible idea.” Clark and Diana’s favorite pastime seemed to be teasing Bruce, and them teaming up with Jason was just asking for trouble. It would be best to kick Clark and Diana out and herd Jason upstairs for tea with Alfred. “Break it up. Everyone out.”

Jason gasps, clutching his chest, and Bruce’s attention is once again zeroed in on him. “You’d kick out your own son?” Bruce’s brain temporarily goes offline when Jason says the S word, despite his teasing tone.

“I---” Bruce may be a man of few words, but he is never at a loss for words. Until now. He knows Jason is just teasing him, but things are still so rocky between the two of them and he’s always afraid of overstepping and scaring Jason off.

“Of course not.” Clark says forcefully, clapping a hand on both Bruce and Jason’s shoulders. Clark didn’t know Bruce especially well, but he did know that he wasn’t the best at expressing himself and he clearly didn’t mean he was going to kick Jason out. He probably just wanted some alone time with what was clearly a surprise visit from his son. Bruce kept his personal life close to his chest; Clark and Diana were surprised he even invited them to the cave to spar in the first place. “We were just finishing up here. You two go catch up. We can show ourselves out.”

“And miss me wiping the floor with him?” Jason’s grin is cocky but his posture is stiff, as though he’s afraid Bruce might really kick him out...or that Clark and Diana might leave him alone with Bruce. “That is, if you’re up for it Old Man.”

Bruce resists the urge to call for Alfred to check his blood for traces of toxins; even though this clearly must be some kind of hallucination. Jason is here. In the cave. And he wants to spend time with him. (Sure, by “Spend time with him” he means spar with him and inflict damage on him, but he would take what he could get.) This must be a new strain of Scarecrow’s toxin.

Bruce mentally shakes those thoughts off, knowing he’s being paranoid and that he is in real danger of chasing his son away with his paranoid thought process. “You really think you can take me?” He asks, mimicking Jason’s cocky smirk and throwing in a raised eyebrow.

“I’m not a skinny 15 year old anymore.” Bruce buried down the burning guilt that rose at those words. He knew Jason wasn’t trying to taunt him, and was just making friendly trash talk. Those were his own issues to deal with, and he would bury them until he had time to sort them out. Preferably in 20-30 years when he was a crazy old man wandering around the manor alone and could properly express his emotions.

“First one to tap out wins?” Bruce suggested.

“You’re on.”

They shake hands in the middle of the mat; Diana and Clark cleared off to the edges at some point in their exchange but Bruce couldn’t spare them more than a passing thought. Someone went “Ding ding ding” and then Jason was lunging at him.

“What the hell have you been eating?” Bruce grunted, rolling out from under Jason’s bulk and pressing a knee into the small of his back to try and keep him down.

Jason’s only response was a snort of laughter. He managed to get his arms under himself and surged up, sending Bruce toppling off his back. Bruce popped up before Jason had a chance to pin him down, and Jason had to throw himself out of the way of the foot that came flying at his stomach.

They danced around each other for the next few minutes, each throwing the occasional punch or kick. Clark kept up a constant stream of narration and Diana alternated who she was rooting for seemingly at random. Bruce couldn’t wipe the smile off of his face as he ducked and weaved.

“What was that move you used to do all the time?” Jason asked, ducking the fist that came flying at his face as soon as he finished speaking.

“Elaborate.” Bruce did a back flip to avoid Jason’s attempt at grabbing him.

“You know the one.” Jason’s tone should have been setting off warning bells, but Bruce was too busy trying to avoid being tackled to the ground by 250 pounds of solid muscle to pick up on it. “What if the mugger has a knife?” He asked in a passable imitation of Bruce’s Batman Growl.

Bruce’s eyes went wide and he just barely managed to dance out of Jason’s reach at the last possible second. “Jason.”

“Batman is bringing out the Dad Voice. Something serious is about to go down people.”

“You have to be prepared for anything, B.” And then Jason got his arms around him and Bruce’s life flashed before his eyes.

Okay. Maybe Clark and Diana were onto something when they called Bruce a Drama Queen.

“You’re dead.” Jason growls, jamming his fingers into Bruce’s ribs and wiggling them wildly. Bruce clamps his mouth shut, focusing all of his energy on trying to escape from what is essentially a bear hug from his hulk of a son.

“J-Jay.” He grits out, breathing heavy through his nose when Jason starts pinching around the spot where his abs faded into his sides. His whole body jolting when strong fingers start prodding at taut muscles.

“Come on Big Bird, if you can’t escape this how will you defend against the real thing?” Jason taunted, pinching up and down Bruce’s muscled sides.

“No way.” Clark breathed, the sound completely drowned out by the laugh being ripped out of Bruce’s lungs.

“Sh-hihihihi-it!” The dam breaks when Jason’s fingers find the sweet spot at the bottom of Bruce’s ribs. “Not-not there!” Bruce laughs, trying to curl his body forward. Jason’s arms crisscrossed over his chest don’t let him go anywhere, so Bruce does the next best thing his tickle-rattled brain can think of. He throws all of his considerable weight backwards, knocking Jason off-balance and sending the two of them crashing to the mats.

Bruce wastes no time catching his breath, flipping around and pinning Jason to the mat. “Oh-ho.” Bruce laughs at the alarmed look in Jason’s eyes. “You’re in for it now.”

“Who is this man, and what has he done with Bruce?” Clark whispers to Diana, neither of their eyes leaving the pair struggling on the sparing mat. Bruce looks ten years younger with the blinding smile stretched across his face as he taunts Jason. He let’s one of Jason’s hands go so he can burry his fingers into Jason’s armpit, sending the younger man into a fit of laughter, which is quickly joined by Bruce’s own laughter when Jason latches onto his side and starts squeezing.

“Jay, tag me in.” Clark Kent’s bare feet come into view, and Bruce abruptly stops his attack. He slowly looks up with wide eyes to see Clark’s cocky smirk as he holds out a hand for Jason to slap.

“Since when is this a tag team match?” Bruce knows running won’t do him any good, but he can’t help but glance around for an escape plan. He grabs Jason’s hand that was trying to sneak back to his stomach, pinning it back down to the mat.

“Since Jason was kind enough to show us a new side of you.” Diana purred into his ear and Bruce just barely refrained from jumping out of his skin as she dropped to her knees and wrapped her arms around his middle.

“This is not how tag team matches work.” Bruce protests as Jason bucks up to remind him that he’s still being pinned down. Bruce looks down at his smirking son, and his mouth quirks up into a lopsided smile against his will. “Is this why you stopped by?” He asked, amusement bleeding into his tone despite the danger he’s in.

“Alfred said you’ve been down lately.” Jason shrugged, not quite meeting Bruce’s eyes. “I told him that’s just your personality,” Clark snorted at that. “but he promised me a batch of cookies if I came. Said he’d throw in some brownies if I could get you to smile.”

“And it appears the apple did not fall far from the tree, Master Bruce.” All 4 heads swiveled to see Alfred watching from the bottom of the staircase, a fond smile on his face. Bruce scowled at his butler, not missing the hastily concealed phone that meant he probably snapped a few pictures before making his presence known. “Master Jason heard you were training and said he’d like to “take a crack at you” for old time’s sake.”

“Wait, you really used to tickle him when you were sparing?” Clark asked, disbelief clear in his voice. He wouldn’t have believed that ten minutes ago, but after seeing how comfortable Bruce was with fingers trying to burrow their way into his muscles a minute ago he was starting to reevaluate the “no touching” signals Bruce threw off.

“He was 15!” Bruce said, as though that made any difference. “I wasn’t going to punch a child!” Did they think he was some kind of monster? Sure, he could pull his punches, but he wasn’t willing to risk slipping and giving his son a black eye.

Diana snorted. “You really are a big softy.” She cooed, squeezing him around the middle in a precursor for what was to come.

“Can we wreck him now?” Clark asked, bouncing on the balls of his feet.

“Are you asking my permission?” Jason laughed. “In case you haven’t noticed, I’m the victim here.” He rotated his pinned down wrists for emphasis.

“You started this.” Bruce protested, narrowing his eyes at the smirking man beneath him.

“You started this 15 years ago. I’m just finally getting around to getting my revenge.”

“I am a grown man.” Bruce protested, as though that would change anything.

“Yes, but you have the emotional intelligence of a child.” Clark laughed again, and Jason looked pleased with himself.

“I like him.” Diana laughed, breath tickling the shell of Bruce’s ear.

“If I may,” Alfred spoke up again, immune to the death glare Bruce was sending his way. “I seem to recall Master Bruce griping about Master Kent’s habit of squeezing his thighs whenever he gets up from a seat.” Bruce goes entirely still, cursing the warm feeling creeping into his cheeks. “I believe the phrase he used was “It makes me want to crawl out of my skin, Alfred.” “

“I am not going to forget this.” Bruce growls, glaring daggers at his friend-turned-enemy.

“Just as I haven’t forgotten a little boy shrieking in delight as he begged his father to send the tickle monster after him.”

You could cook an egg on Bruce’s face, it was so hot. Jason was cackling beneath him, Clark was clearly trying to hide his laughter behind his hand, and Diana gasped softly into his ear.

“I was four.” Bruce murmured, blush racing down his neck and settling across his chest.

“That is the cutest thing I have ever heard.” Diana’s laugh managed to not sound mocking, but Bruce still bristled at being called cute.

“I was four.” He reiterated, a quick intake of air cutting off any further protests when Diana unceremoniously latched onto his upper ribs and started tickling with abandon.

Bruce had just enough presence of mind to not go crashing down onto Jason, instead trying to roll sideways as his arms turned to jelly and hoarse laughter was ripped from his throat. Clark wasted no time in joining in, strong fingers latching onto the muscle of Bruce’s thigh and squeezing them at random.

“Fucking he-hehehe-hell!” Bruce gasped, laughter pouring out of him unbidden as he tried to curl into a ball on his side. Diana and Clark were hovering over him, boxing him in so he couldn’t escape, but not cheating and holding him down so he at least had a chance at fighting back. Bruce kicked out at Diana when she slipped a hand under his shirt to tickle at the bare skin of his stomach. His foot connected with something and he had a second of triumph, before he squealed.

“Ooooh I think I’ve found a good spot.” Diana was holding his ankle in a steel grip while she dragged her nails across his bare sole, drawing swirling shapes into the vulnerable skin and driving Bruce wild.

“Dickhead is going to love this.” Jason laughed. Bruce cracked his eyes open, prepared for Jason to join in the fray, but shook his head when he saw his son recording the whole thing on his phone.

“Jason.” Bruce managed to get out, once Diana released his foot and let him regain some of his sanity. “Don’t you da-ha-dare!” He reached for the phone, but Jason just buried his free hand in Bruce’s armpit and sent him collapsing back to the mat with a bark of laughter.

“I think justice has been served.” Diana said, after another minute of tickling around and behind Bruce’s bare knees where his shorts had ridden up. Bruce’s face was flushed a healthy shade of pink, and his chest was heaving as he hugged himself around his stomach and shook with laughter, rolling side to side in an attempt to shake their hands off.

Jason’s phone disappeared from view, and Bruce rolled onto his stomach and pillowed his head in his arms as he caught his breath, trying to tamp down on the residual laughter still running through him.

“You know,” Bruce looked up at Clark’s teasing tone. “You could have asked us to stop earlier.”

“I did!” Bruce protested, pushing himself into a sitting position to glare at Diana’s tittering laugh.

“You did not.”

“Let’s watch the video playback, shall we?” Jason was gloating, wagging his phone over Bruce’s head. Bruce lunged for it, snatching it away and springing to his feet. “HEY!” Jason yelped, trying to grab it back as Bruce danced out of his reach, using one hand to open up the camera app so he could delete the video

Before he could get to it a facetime call popped up, Dick’s excited face plastered across the screen. “You didn’t.” Bruce groaned, letting Jason snatch the phone back and answer the call.

“Bruce is ticklish!?” Dick’s voice rang out, skipping right over the greetings to get to the important stuff.

“Yes!” Jason crowed, spinning so his back was to the 3 heroes and he could get them all in frame. “Old man’s been holding out on us all these years.”

“I can’t believe this!”

“Wait. They never got you back?” Clark asked, sidling up next to Bruce, who was clearly trying to scowl at the phone but he couldn’t wipe the lopsided smile from his face.

“Nope. I kept that secret for almost 20 years.” Bruce said, shaking his head with a self depreciating laugh.

“You know this changes everything, right?” Diana asks, slipping her arms around Bruce’s waist and resting her chin on his shoulder.

The muscles in Bruce’s jaw twitches as he clenches his teeth in thought, leaning back against her chest. “Do....do you two want things to change?” He asks, sounding hesitant even to his own ears.

“Only if you do.” Clark says, standing in front of Bruce and blocking them from the view of Jason’s facetime call. Jason seemed to have forgotten about them anyway, caught up in his excited planning with Dick. He almost felt bad for what was to come for Bruce, but he knew he could handle it.

Bruce is quiet for a few seconds, painfully aware that both Clark and Diana could hear his heart hammering away in his chest. He licks his suddenly dry lips as he searches for something in Clark’s gaze. He must find whatever it is he’s looking for, because he nods once. “I...would like that.”

“Wow.” Jason says, appearing at Clark’s elbow. “That almost sounded like a human emotion.”

“Out.” Bruce growls. “Now.”

“Geez.” Jason mutters, hands raised in front of himself in surrender. “Touchy touchy.” He mutters, but scrambles backwards when Clark turns to stare at him.

“Do you really want to stick around and see what’s about to happen?” Clark asked, eyebrow cocked.

Bruce sputters a laugh at Jason’s disgusted expression. He hightails it for the stairs, noticing for the first time that Alfred already took the hint and made himself sparse.

“Now,” Clark turns back to Bruce and Diana, a soft smile playing around his lips. “Where were we?”

“Right...about...here.” Diana says, dotting a soft line of kisses down the left side of Bruce’s neck. Bruce whimpered, lips squeezed shut as he tried in vein not to move. “You can move, Bruce.” Diana whispered into the skin of his neck. “That’s part of the fun.”

Bruce gasped, jerking to the side to escape the soft lips dragging over the delicate skin. Clark seized his opportunity to box him in, his lips latching onto the right side of his neck. He slowly made his way up towards Bruce’s ear, while Diana began her slow trek down to his collarbones. Bruce let out a mix between a groan and a whimper, going boneless between them as he felt a new level of pleasure previously unknown to him. He didn’t know if he was going to make it through this night, but what a way to go.

#BUGS SAID THE CHEESY ENDING WAS OKAY SO BLAME HER IF IT MAKES YOU CRINGE #tickling fanfiction #ticklish!batman #ticklish!brucewayne #ticklish!bruce wayne #superwonderbat #jason todd #Diana Prince #clark kent #alfred is the best traitor a guy could ask for

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chaoticallyfluffy · 4 months ago

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“Billy? What are you doing here?”

The boy looked at her like a deer in headlights, frozen in his current attempt to lead a kangaroo from one of the place stables.

“Uh…”

Diana stares at the boy in disappointment as he looks this way and that, desperately trying to find any possible reason to excuse why he was in Olympus’s grand stables. Originally there were only horses and the occasional donkey, but after an incident where Helios ‘misplaced’ his loyal steeds for a time, the stables became full of many other animals he attempted to tame in the meantime. Why he decided to try a kangaroo of all things to pull the sun across the sky every day is beyond her, but that’s hardly the point. When the boy couldn’t find anything but golden saddles and troughs made of solid quartz, he hangs his head in shame.

“I was… trying to introduce Katy to Ozzy. I thought they’d get along…” he points sheepishly to an ostrich in a pen a short distance away with the name ‘Ozzy’ written in gold on the fence. Again, why an ostrich? Ozzy winks. She makes the executive decision to ignore it. With a deep sigh she looks back at the miserable looking boy and takes pity on him.

“You can introduce them,” His head shoots up, excitement written all over his face. “But! You have to keep them a safe distance apart so there’s no kicking, pecking, or any other type of physical contact, okay? And please, for the love of Athena, ask next time? These are two very dangerous creatures and you cannot handle them without adult superv-“

He’s already halfway down the hall, out of earshot before she could finish her sentence. She sighs again with a reluctantly fond smile. Katy flutters her eyelashes at the ostrich who puffs out her chest with the closest approximation to a smirk as a creature with a beak could muster. She shakes her head. What is she going to do with that boy?

(Send me an ask with the first sentence of a fanfic and I’ll write the next five! All will be Billy Batson aka Captain Marvel related)

#Billy plays matchmaker #he saw the two giving each other flirty eyes from across the building and he just had to #whether Diana is Billys mom in this or not is up to you #i didn’t intend it I was just writing and it kinda happened lol #billy batson #dc #shazam #dc captain marvel #justice league #dcu #fanfiction #fanfic #ask game #Wonder Woman #Diana prince #My writing

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dysfunctionalmaki · 10 months ago

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Say My Name

Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Chapter 04/? Summary: You work all around at the local country club, to your advantage you flirted and used your beauty to get what you want, though with this certain woman your own way can't seem to work. Warning: This work contains smut and foul language, minors DNI!!

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She can't get you off her head, every second and every minute she had you in her mind, the way your lips moved perfectly against hers, how you leaned into her when you craved more of her kiss, she loved how you practically became a mess for her. Though the moment she received a message from her house help that her husband was home unexpectedly from his flight frustrated her more than any words can ever describe… she knew to herself that she's got you wrapped around her fingers, it's just that her no good husband has just decided to go home, talk about perfect timing.

Wanda felt bad she truly did when she saw how needy you were when she told you that she has to go, she watched how you practically pouted the moment she dropped the bomb, even left some cash so you can get home safely, she can't even take you back to your apartment since she's heading the opposite way. Arriving at the driveway of her shared house with Jarvis, she can't help but roll her eyes seeing his car parked there, walking inside the house she saw her husband passed out on the couch. Probably had too many to drink on his way home, she didn't even bother to check on him, instead she headed into the bedroom so she could get ready for bed.

Taking her phone from her handbag she went to check on you by calling your cell, it was ringing a couple of times before you answered. “Hey… so, you left my dear friend unsatisfied and I'm currently taking care of that.” Wanda’s brow instantly raised when your phone was answered by another woman, clenching her jaw when she thought of how quick you are to find a replacement. “Oh, are you? Just so you know… I'm sure Y/N wishes that it's me on the bed with her instead of whoever you are.” Right after Wanda said that she ended the phone call. Unbeknownst to you, Diana hid the fact that Wanda called while you're in the restroom. “Were you talking to someone?” you asked her when you thought you heard her talking. “No, you must be hearing things.” the latter replied, biting the inside of her cheek not liking the attitude she has received from who's on the other end of the call.

Just as you exited the bathroom, you made your way towards the bed, crawling your way to Diana the moment you got on the mattress, as beautiful and attractive this woman right in front of you, Wanda was right with what she said, you really were wishing it was her with you instead of Prince. You spent almost the whole of the night with your head buried in between her thighs, allowing your imagination to run free as you thought about the redhead who's with you hours ago.

Wanda hears the doorknob turn while she's laying on the bed. “Hey there, wife.” Vis greeted the redhead so casually as he took off his work clothes, sitting on her side of the mattress… placing a hand on her waist, gently caressing his wife's side trying to see if he has the chance to score tonight. “Get your hands off from me, Jarvis.” Maximoff says while she pushed his hand off from her body. “You’re a total bitch you know that?” The man says which made Wanda sit up. “And you're a fucker who can't keep his dick in his pants.” She retorted which instantly made him mad. Well, Wanda did hope he's going to sleep on the couch, but if she's going to share the same bed with this man? She'd rather get hit by a meteor.

Taking her phone, she left the room and decided to sleep in the guest room knowing that her husband would possibly throw a tantrum, one might ask why she hasn't divorced him yet? Well, Jarvis or The Vision as he calls himself is the next to Tony Stark’s throne, she was the picture perfect trophy wife any man could ever ask for, she's got the looks, the body, and the charm. They did have an agreement that they can easily break the marriage the moment he’s got his position at Stark Industries.

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Diana watched how you peacefully slept next to her, biting her lower lip when the thought came to her, you are one of a kind… you're a friend with benefits that didn't ask for much, in fact you even kindly turned down almost everything she attempted to gift you, she hasn't caught feelings for you but now knowing she's got a match for your attention she knew she had to level up her game. There's no way she'll let some woman take you away, she likes how much of a good fuck you are, eventually she fell asleep since you did tire her out.

When the morning came you are alone on the bed once again, though you hear the water running so you know that Diana's still there, reaching for your phone you went to check if you've got any messages or missed calls, and you raise a brow when you saw in your call history that Wanda called you. “Did you answer my phone last night?” You ask her loud enough so she could hear you even if she's in the shower. “I did, isn't she the one who let you down last night?” The latter answered right back, turning off the shower and stepping out of the bathroom with only a towel covering her body. “Well, yes, but it doesn't mean you answer phone calls that clearly isn’t yours.” Diana raised a brow at your response and she knew she had to distract you so she could get Wanda out of the conversation.

Dropping the towel the moment she was right in front of you, your face facing her breasts and she took your phone away from your hands then she pressed a kiss on jaw the moment she leaned into you. “There’s a year-end party at Wayne's Enterprises, be my plus one.” she purred right next to your ear, nipping on your earlobe. Honestly, you're no better than a man, the moment she discarded the towel in front of you, you're instantly dumbfounded by the sight of breasts as if you don't have those. “Yeah… yeah, sure.” you say before gently backing up.

“I really have to get home though, I have a shift in a couple of hours.” you reasoned as you picked up the towel that she dropped. “I promise you, I'll be there for the party… any clue on what I should wear?” you ask her as you make a beeline towards the bathroom. “I’ll have it delivered to your apartment, don't worry about it.” Diana answered while she started getting ready for the day as well, after all she has to take you home and get to work too.

Later on, Diana dropped you off and Yelena happened to catch sight of you since she was heading back from her morning walk with Fanny. “I thought you're with Wanda?” she asked and you simply shrugged. “She had to get home, something about her husband coming home.” you replied as you unlocked the door for the three of you. “I’ll get some more sleep, wake me up when you start getting ready.” you kindly ask your best friend, and before entering your room you make sure to give Fanny the petting she requires you to do.

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You're lacking sleep, that's for sure, you are standing at your station checking every customer or club member walking in the restaurant, trying to see if you can spot Wanda. Bucky had to snap you out of your daydreaming or wake you up while you're practically dozing off as you stand next to the bar. “Hell’s wrong with you?” Barnes asked and you can't help but take a deep breath then let out a long sigh after. “Lack of sleep, too much sex.” you say casually which made the man next to you chuckle. “Didn’t know there could be such a thing.” he answered.

Your shift always felt long whenever you're looking forward to something, from the very moment you clocked in and clocking out, you always stuck your neck out trying to see if Wanda came in today, sadly she didn't. This went on for a couple of days and you didn't know what to tell her after what Diana pulled.

As Yelena unlocks the front door, she calls out to you that you have a package next to the door, making your way next to her then you pick up the box. There's a small card attached to it and you went ahead to turn it around so you can read what's written on it.

“For you to wear, I'll pick you up don't worry.”

“Prince has been working hard to impress you, huh?” Yelena teased while the both of you headed inside the apartment. “You think so? She asked me to come with her to this party and this is just what she wanted me to wear.” you simply answered then your best friend raised a brow. “Are you sure? It's not because she finally found a competition?” She went on to push this topic further and you can't help but laugh at what Yelena was trying to imply. “No, Diana and I are simply good friends who happen to…” “Have sex” “Yes, have sex.” Your friend smirked with how innocent you seem. “Of course, you two are just good friends.” she retorted before heading into her room.

You also did return to your room the moment Yelena left you in the living room, placing the box on your bed then you decided to open it, it was a designer brand that's for sure. Diana made sure that she'd get you a dress that fits you perfectly, styled in a way that you'd love, and she executed that flawlessly. Prince gifted you a long black dress, revealing enough to turn heads but classy enough for everyone to do a double take, and just under the dress there's another small box. Placing the clothing carefully on your bed, you went to check what's in the mystery package… your eyes widened at the sight of this jewelry set. You're sure this was expensive, most probably above your pay grade.

Taking your phone in your back pocket, you went on to call Diana. “Hey, darling.” the older woman greeted. “Hey… so, are you sure that you didn't accidentally place these jewels under the dress?” you hear a small laugh from her and you raise a brow. “No, I didn't accidentally place them. It's all yours for you to wear at the party.” she simply answered. “I was just calling to check… I mean it's beautiful and the dress is just perfect.” Diana couldn't help knowing she did a great job picking the dress for you. “Whatever's in the box, it's yours, you don't have to worry about it. I have to go, okay? I'll text you the details of the party.” Diana ended the phone call shortly after that and what followed was the details of the year-end party.

You took note of the date, time, and where the party is, and you're just hoping you don't make a fool of yourself in front of those millionaires.

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You and Diana are welcomed into the building the moment you two stepped out of the limousine she picked you up with, her driver opened the door for the two of you, she went first and you followed right after her. It is a fancy party that's for sure, everyone was wearing the usual suit and tie while the ladies wore their formal dresses, the latter went on to hold on to your arm so she could keep you close for most of the time. When she went on to mingle with her colleagues you made sure to be a good sport, riding along the conversation so you weren't going to be the awkward plus one.

Your dress served its purpose as you noticed that you've received countless compliments from whoever Diana spoke with, whenever you'd walk past someone their heads would turn at the sight of you, Prince and you took great pride in that. You were busy chatting with whomever you can chat with until everyone heard someone tapping a spoon against a wine glass to get attention. It was none other Bruce Wayne, he went on to make a speech about how it's been a wonderful year for Wayne's Enterprises, your eyes suddenly scan around the room until you've locked eyes with someone you weren't expecting to be there and it's Wanda.

Just as Wayne went on with his speech you excused yourself to Diana that you're going to use the restroom, when in fact you're going to approach a certain redhead. Wanda sees you walking towards her way, she turns to look at Jarvis who's listening to what Wayne had to say and she easily slips away from him. “Hey.” You awkwardly greet and the redhead reaches for another champagne when a waiter walks past the both of you. “Prince brought you here?” she asks while the both of you walk away from the crowd. “Yeah, she did.” you answer her and she raises a brow. “I’m sorry.” “For what?” Maximoff sips a small amount of her drink while looking forward to what you're about to say.

“Well, you know the whole motel thing.” You say and Wanda was completely unsatisfied with what you're telling her. “Are you sure that's all?” she asked. “I’m sorry that she answered the phone or for whatever she said, I was in the restroom when you called.” you say as you nervously took a drink as well from the champagne glass you're holding. You can't help but take in how beautiful Wanda looks at the moment, how her hair was beautifully styled, wearing a fitted dress that accentuated her perfect curves, and her makeup that shows off her emerald eyes.

“I thought I was being clear when I told you that I don't like sharing.” she says while looking directly into your eyes, god, she can't help but replay everything that happened with you. As much as she wanted to take you away from the party, she knew better than to seem so desperate. “You are, trust me, you are.” you say then Wanda noticed how you're all awkward and a mess once again. “I'm heading to the restroom in a moment.” she simply says when she noticed that her husband was coming towards the both of you.

You took that as a signal so you walked away and this time you really did head into the restroom, you instantly looked at yourself in the mirror making sure you look your best tonight. Checking every stall if there's someone inside of them, with luck being on your side tonight, it's empty… Well, not that you're looking forward to something happening with you and Wanda– it's not bad to hope at all, right?

You sprayed a bit of your perfume on your neck, placing it back in your handbag… Wanda walked in the restroom, locking the door and she made sure you heard it. “Tell me exactly why you're sorry.” she demanded, you can tell she looks pissed with what you did now that she recalls it once again. “I’m sorry I didn't book a ride home when you made it perfectly clear that I should.” Oh, you're nervous, Wanda’s making your heart race and all she did was to ask you a simple question. “What else?” she asked and she was cornering you against the sink, placing her purse next to yours. “I’m sorry that I slept with someone else even if you made it clear that you don't like sharing.” she placed a finger on your chin and basically made you look up to her. “Who are you thinking of while she satisfied you?” she asked once more. “You, Wanda, it's all you.” you answer her and finally, she smirks.

“Good.” she whispered before crashing her lips against yours, Wanda took her time as she kissed you hungrily, she went to run her tongue over your lips before pushing the wet muscle into your mouth, she went to roll hers against yours and you can't help but groan with how good it feels to make out with her once again. You moved your arms just around her neck while she practically dominated you once again, you didn't care if your lipstick would smear all over your face, god, you didn't know how desperate you are for Wanda until you've gotten the taste of her. The both of you paused with your lips barely touching just as you two had to catch your breaths. “Don’t leave me hanging like the last time…” you begged with your lips lightly brushing against hers.

The redhead looked into your dilated eyes, she honestly loved that you're somehow pleading for her, Wanda placed a hand on your cheek then she smiled at you. “We both know that you and I have to head home with our respective partners for the night, sweetheart.” she whispered as she leaned towards your neck, sucking on your skin just enough to leave a faint mark on it. “Don’t sleep with Prince tonight.” she breathed against your skin and as you enjoyed how her lips felt against your neck, you can't help but nod your head. Maximoff looked at you once again, she took note of how beautiful you looked tonight.

This time it's you who initiated a heated session of making out, Wanda enjoyed how you easily gave into her, how the lips of the both of you moved into a perfect rhythm. The older woman sucked on your tongue, she could taste the champagne that you've been drinking the moment you arrived at the party. You were hot and intoxicated of the redhead, who knew that one can drown in pleasure when all they've done is to simply exchange kisses, you can feel her hands roaming your body… something she didn't do during your night with her at the hotel.

Her fingers lightly brushed against your clothed nipple, you moaned softly against her mouth. “You’re turned on aren't you, malysh?” her heavy Sokovian accent came out once again and that's enough to make you even lust for her even more. “I bet these are so sensitive right now.” she purred against your lips, her thumb focusing on moving in a circular motion against your sensitive nub. You could hear your phone vibrating in your handbag but you're way too occupied with Wanda to even pay your mind to it, the older woman moved her other hand to slide the strap of your dress off your shoulder. When she caught sight of your breasts, Wanda looked at you and pressed a chaste kiss on your lips.

Her lips moved lower, you could feel her kisses against your collarbone feeling her teeth sink on your skin, just biting down hard enough to leave a little bruising, and finally, she's right where you want her to be. Wanda fondled your breast for a moment until she proceeded to take you into her mouth, you could feel her tongue just rolling against your nipple, placing a hand over your mouth you went to moan softly against your palm. You don't know how thick or thin the walls are in here, your safest option was to keep yourself quiet, the redhead was sucking on your nipples and when she had let it go it made a little ‘pop’ sound. Maximoff went on to leave another mark on your skin and this one's more evident than the others, after all it's hidden so no one but her should see it.

“What did I ask of you earlier?” she asks while she fixes your dress once again, taking a makeup wipe in her purse then she fixes the lipstick stains she left all over your skin. “Don't sleep with Prince tonight.” you answer her and she nodded her head. “Good, disobey me and you won't even get the chance to touch me in the slightest way.” she made clear and you nodded your head. “You best be on your way, your date must be looking for you.” Wanda says as she asks for your lipstick, she was kind enough to apply them once again on your lips and as she was satisfied with it, she pressed a peck on your lips. Maximoff fixed herself this time, fixing the smeared lipstick all over her lips and you take your time to compose yourself. “I- I should go.” You stuttered and Wanda nodded her head. “Sure, sweetheart, enjoy the party.” she spoke in the sweetest voice you've heard and as you unlocked the door, Diana was approaching the restroom. She was probably looking for you, after all you didn't get to keep up how much time you spent with Wanda in the restroom.

“Are you okay?” Diana asked and she went to check on you. “I'm okay, the champagne just hit harder when I thought it wouldn't affect me in the slightest bit.” you lied your way through it and Prince was somehow convinced, you did look a little woozy after all. “Do you want to go home?” she asks once more. “What? No, let's enjoy the party.” you say confidently as you lead her away from the restroom so Wanda can make her exit in the said room. “Ms. Prince? Is that you?” you hear someone call out to Diana and you turn to see who it was. “Mr. Stark! I'm glad you could make it!” Diana happily says as she greeted Tony Stark, you saw that Stark looked at you when he somehow recognized you but he can't pinpoint where he has seen you.

While Diana went on to chat with Stark, you can see Wanda making her way back to her husband, you see how her mood instantly dropped when Jarvis went on to speak with her, but when she caught you looking at her she put on a smile for you. Wanda wasn't even paying attention to what her husband had to say, he went on about how she should be at his side at all times, she was keeping her eyes on you. She watched how you interacted easily with the guests or how easily you can let yourself into the conversation, she liked that confidence that you held.

“Isn’t that Tony?” Wanda distracted Jarvis just so he'd get off from her, being the people pleaser that he is, he made a beeline towards his boss and went to join in the conversation. “Ms. Prince, Mr. Wayne sure does know how to throw a party.” Jarvis joined in and Diana had let him into the conversation, you see Wanda standing on his side and you bit your lower lip. It all suddenly became talks about the company and all that, and you know that it isn't in your area of expertise. Putting yourself aside, you approached Wanda once more just striking a small conversation as if she didn't have her lips all over your body earlier.

Prince looked at you for a moment and suddenly she put pieces together, she didn't like the way you're all too friendly with Wanda, and she had the feeling that she's the woman who called you last night. With luck being on your side, Wanda has her contact saved as ‘W’, and instantly she knows why you took so long in the restroom. Excusing herself from the conversation with the men, Diana instinctively placed an arm around your waist, which made Maximoff clench her jaw for a moment. “Wanda, I'm so glad you and Jarvis could make it.” Prince greeted the redhead. “You know how he is with social events.” Wanda had put on the fakest smile she can have, obviously not liking the way the other woman held you.

“I see that you've met Y/N.” Diana says and Wanda nodded her head. “I actually met her before, she's my favorite sight to see whenever I'm at the country club.” it was awkward for you honestly but you're just in luck when Jarvis was done speaking with Tony, and practically stole Wanda out of the conversation. “That’s a low blow, Y/N.” Diana muttered and you looked at her. “What?” “So, it's Maximoff?” she asked and you didn't answer her. “I didn't know she was going to be here.” you defended yourself and Prince rolled her eyes.

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The ride home was quiet, Diana didn't like what you did, even if you attempted to apologize she wasn't having any of it. “You know that I'm fine if you're sleeping around with other people, but to do it when you're with me?” she brought it up once again. “It was the heat of the moment, alright? Things happen and one thing leads to another.” you say and Prince bit her lower lip. “She’s the one you went with at the motel?” she asked and you nodded. “Must’ve been that good?” she asked once more and the vehicle stopped in front of the apartment. “Let’s not talk about it.” you replied and Diana scoffed. “Thank you for this, I mean it. I had fun.” You say and the latter nodded her head.

You leave the car and as you walk to your front door, you can't help but put on the brightest smile you could ever have, making your way in the apartment you can hear Fanny barking and when you got in, you instantly got on her level so you could pet her. Taking your phone out, taking a picture of Fanny then sending it to Wanda so she's aware that you didn't go home with Prince. The latter replied after a while with some heart emojis, then you bite your lower lip thinking whether you should send a text.

I bet you do.

Miss you already.

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the-booty-crusader · 2 months ago

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All right fellow DC fanfic enjoyers, I require help with my writing in a Tim Drake (but he’s Diana and Bruce’s kid) fanfic.

Say an angry group of superheroes and demigods decided to kick Hecate, Goddess of Magic’s ass (maybe kill, maybe just beat her so bad she can’t stay a goddess etc)

Who would make a good candidate to take her place among the cast of DC magic users (or perhaps as one person suggested, “tech wizards”? I might have a fun idea but it also feels a bit… over the top considering the rest of the fic, so any ideas are welcome!

I’ve considered Zatanna and Raven, but idk if they’re a good fit since their role in the story has been near 0 and John Constantine… well… NO. Klarion same and I think Nabu might be a bad choice too, any of the chaos vs order magic users are a bad pick. Other than that I don’t really know that many… help?

#dc #batfam #fanfiction #writing help #tim drake #batman #diana of themyscira #diana prince #bruce wayne #brainstorm

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too-much-tma-stuff · 4 months ago

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Reclaiming What Was Lost (Part 13)

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“Will you come up to the roof with me?” Dick asked softly, he’d pulled Jason aside once the Teen Titans filtered out to head home, Tim and Ellie had lingered a bit longer to hug their family members, but even they had left now. “There’s someone else who’d like to talk to you, if you’re up to it?”

Danny was there in a flash, sometimes Jason forgot about Danny’s enhanced hearing until moments like this when he leaned against Jason’s shoulder and half glared at Dick. “Who is it?” He demanded to know suspiciously, Dick looked startled.

“Oh, it’s…” He glanced back and forth between the two of them. He’d probably wanted to talk to Jason alone and underestimated the extent to which the two of them didn’t do anything alone at this point. At least not without prior discussion and, usually, having a tracker on each other. “Diana was hoping to see you again.”

Jason’s breathing caught in his throat and stopped entirely for a long moment. Danny looked up at him worriedly, pressing impossibly closer and giving a questioning little trill. “Jason?” He prompted softly. Jason shook his head, trying to knock himself out of his stupor, it didn’t particularly work but at least he was breathing again. He had been both hoping for and dreading this, and now that it was happening he didn’t know what to do.

“Jay, I don’t think she’s mad,” Dick said softly, stepping a little closer and resting a hand on his arm, ignoring or not noticing Danny’s little growl when he stepped into their space. “She doesn’t have a no killing rule like B. She is… upset, but I think it’s because of what happened to you, not because of anything you did, or being disappointed in you.”

“I hope so, because I don’t think I could stand her being disappointed in me.” Jason meant it to be a joke, but it came out far too raw. He took a deep breath, rolled his shoulders, and nodded. “I’ll come,” He agreed, shaking out his arms and drawing on what determination he could.

“Can I come,” Danny asked softly, still tucked against Jason’s side, looking up at him with puppy-dog eyes Jason thought were probably unintentional. He didn’t mean to pressure Jason into letting him come, he just wanted to be there to help in any way he could.

“Yes, you can come. Just.. let me handle it okay? Unless she attacks me I guess-”

“She won’t!” Dick put in, shocked at the suggestion.

“Right,” Jason said, nodding again. “But unless she does, just hang back and let us talk,” He told Danny gently.

“Alright,” Danny said. It might be just a little bit of a struggle for him because he was used to jumping in when Jason was struggling to express his feelings, but Jason believed that he would do it. Unless Jason asked Danny to, so he’d just have to resist doing that impulsively if things got hard. Danny was good at expressing Jason’s feelings for him, but Jason didn’t want to rely on Danny for this, especially because he didn’t know the history between Jason and Diana.

“Alright, she’s waiting for us now. She has been for a bit but I didn’t want to break up the party and she said she’d wait as long as we needed. I know she was always your hero Jay, but she cared about you too,” Dick encouraged, before leading the way up to the roof. The stair to the roof access had never felt so long to Jason, he was glad to have Danny right behind him or he might have turned back.

Jason hesitated in the doorway when he saw Diana’s outline, sitting on the edge of the roof with her back to them, her long curly hair swishing slightly in the night breeze. She must have heard them though, because she turned to face them and smiled softly. Jason took a deep breath and stepped out of the doorway, walking across the roof towards her. She met him half way in a flash and he flinched as she reached out to him, and pulled him quickly into her arms.

“You’ve grown so much, Little Bird,” She murmured into his hair. She was barely taller than him anymore, it had felt like she would tower over him forever, and now they were the same height. He was an adult, he was grown, he still felt small in her arms.

He hugged her back and burst into tears, pressing his face into her shoulder.

“Ohh, little warrior,” Diana soothed and lamented, cradling the back of his head and holding him close as he sobbed like he hadn’t since he was a child. “You’ve been so brave, I’m so sorry for everything you’ve been through.”

Why was he crying? He was crying for the child who he had been, the child who had to grow up far too fast and who had died. He had still been a teenager when he was resurrected, he was barely out of his teens now and he had missed those years he’d grown the most in a haze of glowing green rage. He wore a helmet so no one would know how young he was. Running his fucking empire of crime when he could have been in his second year of university if the Joker hadn’t killed him. Could have had a… not good, but maybe decent relationship with his adopted father. He grieved furiously for what might have been had the world been kinder.

“You’re still a warrior Jason. You’re protecting your people, as any good leader should. I’m proud of the man you’ve become,” Wonder Woman told him and Jason sobbed again, clinging to her hard enough that it would probably hurt an ordinary person but she was sturdy.

“You- You have no idea how much that means to me,” He gasped brokenly.

“I know, and I mean it. You will build a good life for yourself here, things will be better,” She cooed, rocking him gently. “You have your lover, you have your brothers, and your friends. And me, now that we know that you’re back you won’t be alone anymore. We won’t lose you again,” She promised him. “Just promise me that if you are ever in a situation like that again, you’ll call us this time.”

“I promise,” Jason agreed and it felt like he was finally able to breathe, after so fucking long the weight on his chest lifted a little. Danny believed in him, Dick and Tim didn’t fight with him, but Danny would have followed Jason anywhere, and not fighting was not the same as believing. That Diana was proud of him, that someone else truly believed in him, meant more to him then he would have imagined. “Thank you.”

A part of him wanted to pull away, pull himself together as quickly as possible to avoid the appearance of weakness. But he needed this, she had been like a parent to him and he had been so starved for parental love. He took a deep breath and tried to pull away, but she held him tighter.

“Take as much as time as you need to,” She told him softly, earnestly enough that he let himself believe it and relaxed back into her arms. She just held him as he cried out the years and the abandonment of his father, the death of both of his mothers, and all the shit he’d been put through with the League. “Never doubt that you are loved.”

Finally Jason pulled back and wiped the wetness from his eyes. They felt puffy and a little sore, but he felt much better anyway, if thirsty as hell! Jason glanced around and saw Danny hovering nearby, looking uncertain and worried. “I’m okay Beloved,” Jason said, opening his arms to his boyfriend who flitted into them immediately and held Jason fiercely, nuzzling into his chest.

“Thank you for coming to see us, Diana. Um, this is Danny, Hyena. He’s been my partner since pretty soon after I came back, and my boyfriend a bit more recently.”

“It’s nice to meet you,” Diana said warmly, reaching out to shake Danny’s hand waiting till Danny decided he was willing to let go of Jason with one hand at least. Jason could tell as they shook hands they were both squeezing too hard, testing each other. “Don’t you hurt him, he’s been through enough,” She warned Danny softly.

“I’m not planning on it,” Danny agreed, leaning against Jason’s chest lightly. “We’ll invite you over for dinner sometime soon, if you’d like to come. Won’t we Jason?” He asked, glancing up at Jason who nodded.

“Of course, just give us a heads up and you’re welcome to visit any time really,” Jason reiterated.

“Thank you, I would like to get to know the man you’ve become as well as I did the child you were,” Diana told him. “I will call you soon. I want to have another… chat with Bruce tonight.” She said grimly, she gave Jason one more hug, and nodded to Danny before she leapt off the roof and across half a block in one bound, carrying on out of sight quickly.

“I told you it would go well didn’t I Jay?” Dick said, and Jason had almost forgotten he was there. He’d been hanging back, watching the touching scene. As he walked forward he brushed some tears from his eyes even as he smiled, the sentimental bastard.

Jason stepped forward and scooped Dick up in a tight hug, lifting his feet off the ground as Dick wheezed. “Ya, you did, thanks Dick,” He said before putting Dick down just as quickly. “Now don’t overstay your welcome. I want to go home,” He muttered gruffly, he had had just about enough emotions for today.

“Right, of course little brother, I’ll see you soon,” Dick agreed, patting Jason’s shoulder before he headed out as well.

Jason turned back into Danny’s waiting arms, drooping and letting his forehead rest on Danny’s shoulder, letting Danny hold him. God he was exhausted. What a fucking day. He let Danny guide him home using his powers to lower them through the roof so they could skip the stairs.

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It seemed like after that disaster of a meeting the news that the second Robin was back was hot gossip in the hero community. It worked its way around the grapevine and Jason received calls from a few more heroes who found out who he was. Not all of them went well, some seemed downright disgusted by what he’d chosen to do with his life. But it was mostly fine, he didn’t really care what they thought about him anyway.

There was one call Jason still hadn’t gotten, and wouldn’t admit that he was waiting for, but he’d heard about what had happened to Roy. Kidnapped and cloned and kept unconscious for years by CADMUS. Ah the joys of being a child hero huh?

He went by Arsenal now apparently, and it seemed like what they’d been through, while not exactly similar… Well, they both had just about comparable levels of angst. Surely Roy wouldn’t judge him, surely Roy would reach out? Or was he too mad that Jason hadn’t reached out first, that he’d had to hear his friend was alive through the rumour mill? Jason would understand that honestly, he’d thought about reaching out, he really had! But somehow he just couldn’t bring himself to do it.

Danny could tell he was worried and was worried too in turn, hovering near him more often and watching as Jason compulsively checked his ‘work phone’. Danny had asked what was wrong, but when Jason had just shook his head he seemed to resign himself to waiting out whatever this was and supporting Jason as well as he could. Jason didn’t want to worry Danny, but he didn’t want to talk about his quiet yearning for his old best friend. Speaking about it would make it too real, and Danny would probably advise him to just call Roy. It wouldn’t be bad advice, but Jason just wasn’t ready to hear it.

Jason was just starting to resign himself to the fact that he was going to have to reach out himself when the phone call finally came. When it rang Jason snatched it up quickly and answered it before the ringing could disturb Danny’s sleep. Pausing the movie Danny had fallen asleep to so that he could focus on the call.

“Hey Fuckface, too good for your oldest friend now?” Roy’s voice came through the phone. It was deeper and rougher then Jason remembered but it was still familiar, it still had that slight, almost unplaceable accent that Roy had.

“Course not, it’s good to hear from you,” Jason said, smiling despite the fear that Roy was mad at him. Fuck it was good to hear his voice again!

“Then why didn’t you call me?” Roy demanded, furious and hurt. Jason couldn’t blame him.

“I… I wasn’t ready to, after everything. I wasn’t ready to be Jason again for a really long time and then I was worried it was too long and you’d be mad. I’m really sorry, I should have reached out,” Jason said, ashamed of himself.

“No… I’m still mad but I do get that,” Roy admitted, the wind leaving his sails abruptly. “I couldn’t go back to being who I was after what happened to me either. That’s why I go by Arsonal now, you heard that right?”

“I did ya, and I heard what happened too. I’m sorry dude, we both got the shit end of this ‘hero’ stick huh?” Hood said with a bitter little chuckle.

“Yep. And everyone’s still pissy we want to be a little selfish with our skills now. But I just want to live a good life and have a little fun now! And provide for my little girl.”

“Your-” Jason cut off, his jaw dropping for a moment. “Holy shit, Roy do you have a kid?!”

“Ya I do. Her name is Lian and she’s the light of my life. Her mama’s in prison so it’s just the two of us, so I do what I gotta do to provide for her while spending the least amount of time away from her I can manage. The jobs I take have gotta be worth getting a nanny to take care of her too, and you would not believe how expensive childcare is!”

“Congratulations dude! I’m sure you’re a great dad,” Jason cheered softly. He was, though the Roy he’d known before he went missing would probably have been a shit father the way Roy talked about his daughter now left no doubt in Jason’s mind Roy was a good dad.

“Thanks dude, I certainly try. What about you? No kids but I’ve heard through the grapevine you’ve got a partner?” Roy asked with a teasing note to his voice. It was like no time had passed, it made Jason smile even as he blushed just a little.

“Ya, Hyena has been through a lot of the same shit as me. He understands me, you know? He’s… he’s really good to me, puts up with more of my shit then he should have to and I love him for it.”

“Damn, I’d like to meet him. And see you. It’s been too long since I’ve had contact with… any of our old crowd you know? They just don’t understand anymore,” Roy sighed, Jason echoed the sound.

“Ya, I do know. You should come visit, we’ll get some drinks and the three of us can bond. You’ll like him, maybe you’ll get two friends for the price of one,” Jason suggested hopefully.

“Ya, maybe. That would be nice. How about.. Next Thursday? Weekends are always busiest for our ilk, eh?”

“Ya, that sounds good.”

“You don’t have to ask Hyena first?” Roy questioned curiously.

“No, he won’t mind. He’s pretty content to go wherever I go honestly,” Jason said with a little shrug.

“He’s there with you right now?” Roy sounded amused.

“Ya, he’s asleep with his head on my lap,” Jason chuffed, glancing down at Danny and stroking his hair, his presence barely registered to Jason anymore. He was always there, being with Danny was like being alone, but so, so much better. Being with Danny had all the comfort of being alone with none of the loneliness, coldness, or opportunities to spiral. He felt his heart flutter as under his hand Danny’s purr stuttered and then grew louder as he cuddled in closer.

“Hmph, will you wake him up so I can give him a shovel talk?” Roy asked, and Jason got the impression he was only half joking.

“No need, Nightwing already gave him one, and they’re all pretty performative anyway since he could beat up God in a Denny's parking lot… To be honest that’s something that’s bothered me. Not the power thing, I mean people want to give him a shovel talk about me, but no one’s given me one about him. And I’ve definitely hurt him worse than he’d ever hurt me, but there’s no one… left. Besides his little sister and I don’t think she will. She needs to believe he’s indestructible because he’s all she has left,” He sighed, letting his head fall back against the couch cushions.

“Holy shit dude,” Roy breathed on the other side of the phone, with a sigh that made Jason wince with the static.

“Ya, sorry, I think I got a little too deep there. This is the first time I’ve talked to an… actual friend in a while you know? I’m back in contact with my brothers, and Diana came to visit. But I haven’t reconnected with any of the old crowd and I don’t really want to talk to my brothers about my relationship, you know?”

“No, I mean, Ya I get it, and no worries. We really should meet up for that drink, and maybe it’d actually be best if it’s just me and you first time? That way we can catch up and you can tell me all about your worries. Maybe I’ll even give You a shovel talk, stand in for whoever would have done it for him if they got the chance? But I was talking about him being able to beat up god.”

Jason let out a bark of a laugh, he’d forgotten Danny’s powers weren’t out in the open yet.“Ya, he’s powerful as hell, he just doesn’t use them much because it wouldn’t be fair to the rest of us.” Jason agreed, nodding even though Roy couldn’t see him. “Meeting alone first sounds like a good plan. I’ll get the Birds of Prey to kidnap him for the evening, Harley and Pam absolutely adore him, and not just cause he killed Joker.”

“I’m sure they do,” Roy said a bit absently. “Hey, Jay?”

“Ya?”

“I really missed you.”

“I missed you too.”

#dc x dp #danny phantom #jason todd #dead on main #fanfiction #Hyena!Danny AU #wonderwoman #diana prince #nightwing #dick grayson #red hood #roy harper #dc arsenal #multi part fic

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cardcaptorsakura96 · 7 months ago

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Finding Each Other-Chapter 1

Fandom: Superman, Batman, Shazam, and Wonder Woman

Characters: Bruce Wayne, Clark Kent, Lois Lane, Dick Grayson, Diana Prince, Billy Batson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Kara Zor El, Damian Wayne, Cassandra Cain, Alfred Pennyworth, Lex Luthor, Jonathan Kent, Connor Kent

Summary: Clark Kent always knew he wanted a family. He just always thought it would be traditional like his parents. Little did he know that destiny had something different in store for him.

When Clark was growing up, society had a way of strongly instilling in him that a nuclear family was the norm. A mother, a father, a son, and a daughter. There were examples of it in every TV show he watched, and every book and magazine he read.

However, that all changed when his parents dropped a bombshell on him when he was twelve. The first of his many powers, heat vision, came in. Needless to say, he was scared shitless especially since he burned multiple holes into his room while screaming like a maniac. It was at that point his parents revealed the truth that they didn’t just adopt him. They found him in a spaceship that had crashed into their barn. When his parents showed it to him, he couldn’t believe it. He stared at the ship for a while before touching it and when he did, it instantly brought out a hologram of his biological dad explaining that he was the last son of a dying planet. Clark soon became overwhelmed and a new power emerged, super speed, that helped him run away to cool his head in Antarctica of all places.

Soon he started to figure out other things about himself. While he found women attractive, he felt the same way about men too. He made that discovery when he saw Morgan Jackson exiting the shower room at school wet. His parents discouraged his powers in public, but he made the exception that day to avoid his fellow peers seeing the bulge that had started to form in his pants. At that point, he started to realize that he was not the norm. As he got older, he began to wonder, what is the norm? That question came up more and more after he entered college. What was normal in his conservative small town was vastly different from the outside world. The nuclear family doesn’t have to be a man and woman having 2.5 children. It can be two males having a child, or two females having a child. A single person can have a child by themselves. Hell, you don’t have to have children to become a family. Being blood doesn’t always make you a family. Sometimes people find others who share the same goals as they do and make their own families. Clark always wondered what type of family he would have. He always admired his family's upbringing, but often wondered if destiny had something else different in store for him. Little did he know, he would start on his journey to familyhood a couple of days before his 24th birthday.

Clark was just about to go to bed for the night after patrolling Metropolis when he received a call from Lois asking him to come over. She said she was fine, but it was 3 am when she called. He had known her for four years and she had never called that late. Clark quickly changed back into his super suit and went to her apartment. He landed on her balcony like he had thousands of times before. She was one of the few people who wasn’t instantly fooled by the glasses and plaid shirts. Lois had figured out Clark's identity the second day they met. However, she kept it a secret and they have been best friends ever since. When Clark came in through the balcony of her apartment, he spotted Lois in the living room pacing back and forth.

Clark frowned and said, “Is everything alright Lois?”

Lois looked up startled at Clark and said, “Oh, Clark. I didn’t realize that you arrived already.”

Clark looked at her hesitantly and said, “Well, you did ask me to come over. You sounded kind of off over the phone. Did something happen?”

Lois looked at him hesitantly for a moment before looking downward and twiddling her thumbs.

Clark went up to Lois and gently took her hand to lead both of them to the couch to sit down.

Clark then turned to her and said, “You know Lois, you can tell me anything. I promise not to judge no matter what it is.”

Lois looked at him with weariness in her eyes and sighed.

“I found out some upsetting news about my family history.”

Clark frowned and said, “What?”

“Lucy and I always avoided my mom’s side of the family. Our dad went no contact with them after our mom died when I was four. We got back in contact with them when we found out my sister was sick this year.”

“You mean when Lucy found out she had stage II ovarian cancer?” asked Clark.

Lois nodded and said, “Yes. We knew that cancer was not common on our Dad’s side, but her doctor recommended Lucy find out our mother’s side because the particular strain of cancer that Lucy had seemed more aggressive than usual. She was able to beat it for now but after many surgeries though. We decided to talk to our maternal grandfather who informed us all the women in his family had gotten cancer. The women in the family die from it before the age of 40.”

Lois had tears started flowing down her face.

Clark instantly embraced her and started rubbing soothing circles around her back.

“I am so sorry to hear that,” said Clark softly.

Lois sniffed while pushing back from Clark and said, “Lucy is pissed and has been directing her anger at our father. If he had let us interact with our mom’s side sooner, we would have been better prepared. My dad wants me to talk to her to calm her down, but I can’t blame her for being angry though.”

Clark noticed that she avoided details and asked, “Did you get yourself tested?”

Lois nodded while sniffling and said, “I did. I have tested clean so far. However, I am going to have to be tested every couple of months for it.”

Clark looked started and asked, “Every couple of months?”

Lois nodded and said, “The cancer that the women in my family typically get is fast-acting, and they usually don’t find out until the cancer has reached its final stages. Lucy was lucky in a sense that she found out sooner than normal because she was injured during the line of duty and they found the cancer during their thorough examination of her.” Lois sighed while rubbing the back of her neck and said, “And this isn’t even half of it.”

Clark raised his eyebrow and asked, “Did something else happen?”

Lois leaned back in her chair and said, “While they did my examination, they did notice that my egg count was extremely low for my age.”

Clark frowned and asked, “What does that mean?”

Lois sighed and said, “The doctor said that if she had just looked at the test results without seeing me, she would have thought I was a woman in my mid-50s about to go through menopause.”

“Oh,” said Clark softly.

Lois wiped a tear that had started to trickle down her face and said, “It really sucks to know that your body is turning against you.”

Clark gave a soft smile while rubbing Lois’ back and said, “I am so sorry Lois.”

Lois smiled meekly and said, “I know it could be worse. It is just the news had made me reevaluate my life plans and goals and now I have to rearrange things that I was going to do way later.”

Clark raised an eyebrow and asked, “Like what?”

Lois looked at him nervously and said, “Remember how we said that if we didn’t find anyone by the time we were 40, we would have a child together.”

“Yes,” asked Clark warily.

Lois chuckled nervously and said, “What would you think of doing it now?”

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hanahaki-disease · 2 months ago

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Beyond the Farthest Reaches

Hell or High Water - Percy Jackson/DC crossover

“The Line that Separates Us”

Summary:

Even gods are bound by law.

Set After “Driven by a Holy Force” (a future upload that can be enjoyed without spoilers)

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“Hello Bruce,” Diana smiled and gave him a hug upon their greeting. He wasn’t much of a tactile person, reserving his physical affection for his children or his lovers, but Diana was a warrior goddess and Bruce was a mortal. He simply let her do as she pleases. “It has been a while since I’ve visited the children, how are they?”

“They are well,” He led her through the manor to one of the many sitting rooms, this one was tucked away in one of the far corners of the manor. Some of the furniture still has dust covers over them and the air in the room was stale from no circulation. And he would chose a more used place to converse, those were more susceptible to listening ears.

“Hopefully I will able to see them after our conversation,” Diana sunk into one of the old couches. “I can tell that this isn’t just a social conversation, is it?” He shook his head. “I thought so, go ahead, speak.”

Bruce paused for a moment, shuffling through the questions in his head to determine which one should be first. “Did you know my sons were demigods?”

She nodded and took a sip of tea. “I knew your sons were children of the gods the moment I met them, I could feel their power challenging mine in a way I had not felt since I lived on Themyscira. Who their parents were, I do not know, but regardless,—” she set her cup down. “Had I told you who there were all those years ago, they would have been in danger that could have been easily avoided.”

“Explain.”

“Demigods live normal mortal lives until the age of twelve or thirteen, that’s when the powers their godly parent passed on to them begins to develop more rapidly causing a shift in their scent. It varies on the god mostly, but the stronger the god, the stronger the scent, even before the reach that age.” She said. “Once a demigod realizes their heritage, their scent grown stronger. It attracts monsters, and without the proper training, they could be killed.” Bruce opened his mouth. “And before you ask: no, mortal weapons cannot harm or kill the monsters. They are deemed unworthy and lesser than them, only celestial bronze can hurt them.”

Bruce absorbed the information for a second. Percy had told him this the other night, though not as detailed as he would have liked. He had sat them all down and told him what had been happening to him the past three four years and what was going to happen next summer.

“If you were aware of his status as a demigod, why could you not have helped him on his ‘quests?’ Couldn’t you have gone with him to ensure his safety?” Bruce questioned.

“If I was allowed to help him, Bruce, do you think he would have that many scars on him? If I was allowed, do you think he would have lost his brother? His friends? Do you think I would have let him or his friend hold the weight of the sky as they fought a titan?” Diana snapped at him.

“By the gods, I wish I could aid him, wish I could enter the camp they stay at to help them train for the fight against Kronos, but I cannot!” Tears began to well up in her eyes and Bruce dropped his head in his hand. She was just as helpless as he was, wanting to go and protect them all, protect Percy, but they couldn’t. He was in a world they just could not enter. “And I love them Bruce, they are more than simple nephews to me, and it pains me as much as it does you that I am useless in helping Perseus, in helping Jason.”

“But I don’t understand why you could not tell me who they were. I’m their father, my job is to protect them!”

“You cannot protect them Bruce! This life, the life of gods and monsters and all the things I face, what Perseus faces, you cannot help.” Diana moved to sit beside him. “I know they are your children. I know you will stop at nothing to keep them as safe as they can be, but Apollo strike me should I lie when I say that you and I simply cannot aid him in the way we want.

“The life of a demigod is difficult, it is dangerous, and most often they die far too soon.” Diana cried. “We can help as much as we can when he returns from his quests, train him as best as we can, teach him as much as we can, but in the end we are meant to stand behind him as he rises to his glory.”

“What about Jason? He’s a demigod too, isn’t he? Why hasn’t he been attacked by monsters or sent to that camp Percy goes to?” Bruce stands form his seat, pacing in the light of the window. “What makes one child different than the other?”

“The difference is the prophecy and who the fates deemed worthy to take on that burden.” She answered. “It is also because of the oath the sons of Kronos had taken.”

“Percy told me about that before, but I don’t understand it. It is just a simple oath.”

She shook her head. “To swear on the Styx is to swear on your very existence, and to break that oath, the consequences are dire and extreme.”

Bruce stopped his pacing. “If Jason is believed to be a son of Poseidon as well, then his death is most likely influenced by the Styx. The same of Perseus becoming the prophecy child and the death of their mother.”

“A god cannot be punished so it falls onto the others.” Diana wiped her tears on one of the napkins. “It falls on the mother for temping the god twice. Punishes the sons for the sins of the father.”

“So the death of my son and the sanity of the other are sacrificed because the god that fathered them cannot be punished?” she nodded and Bruce felt like punching the wall.

He could feel his anger rising within him. A fire that burned in the pit of his stomach and channeled through his veins till in reached his hands. He knows his anger isn’t with Diana for she was held back like him, helpless against the cosmic forces that kept Percy and Jason an arm’s length away. His anger, his rage, the wrath he hasn’t felt since the death of his parents, was all for the sea god who forced his sons to live a life of pain and anguish.

Bruce has fought gods. Bruce has battled against beings as old as time and stronger than any earthly deity. He wonders if Diana could arrange a meeting between him and their father.

“So what can I do? How can I help Percy with all of this?” Bruce asked.

“You provide him with a home, remind him of his humanity,” Diana answered and gathered her things, making her way to the door. “You show him he is loved.”

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TLDR; Diana, as a minor maiden goddess of war, cannot interfere with quests/prophecies since it’s against divine law. The olympians were being very generous by letting her interact with Percy becuase a) if you hurt Percy, you anger Poseidon, and no one wants that, and b) she’s Zeus’s kid. Special privileges and all that.

So yeah…basically

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#percy jackon and the olympians #dc comics #pjo x dc #batman fanfiction #percy jackson fanfiction #batman #bruce wayne #diana prince #wonder woman #percy jackson #jason todd

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gothamite-rambler · 7 days ago

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Nightwing finally got his hit back (Batfamily Chronicles Microfiction Series)

Taking place during the Jason Todd redemption arc, Nightwing and Jason Todd (going by Red Hood) have made semi-amends and Nightwing wants his Batman (their adopted father) to talk and make amends as well, but he can only take that man's stubbornness for so long.

Nightwing along with Donna Troy enters the Justice League headquarters, spotting Batman talking to Wonder Woman.

Nightwing: Hey Batman, can you put your ego aside and talk to Jason?

Wonder Woman (perking up): Oh, the small warrior is alive! Fantastic!

Batman glared at Wonder Woman, but she rolled her eyes and put her hand up.

Batman (to Nightwing): About what? Is he apologizing to me?

Nightwing: You know that is not what needs to be done.

Batman: I'm not discussing this then.

Batman walked off. Nightwing clenched his fist, following behind Batman to call him out on how he's been acting.

Nightwing: You can disagree with his whole killing bad people rule, you have a right to not want to kill the Joker, that's your opinion, but you threw a Batarang at him and it pierced his neck!

Wonder Woman woman and Donna Troy have been following the two, both gasp in shock.

Donna: You left that part out!

WW: Batman, that's wrong with you!

Batman faced away from the group, but he stopped walking. He tried to keep his anger buried, but this was too much stress.

Batman: He was supposed to DODGE!

Nightwing (shouting): HE IS NOT MIND READER!

Batman: I'm not apologizing I said what I said to him and I will not take that back!

Nightwing (gritted teeth): I'm not telling you to! You already showed you'd rather let the Joker walk, over avenging him and while Jason is rightfully mad at that, I have always agreed with your no-kill rule, but you have to see how you're acting is making things worse. TALK TO HIM!

Batman stayed silent for a second then turned to Nightwing.

Batman: Or Jason doesn't want to own up to the fact that I am right and he is a killer. Now, I might forgive him when he admits he was wrong.

Wonder Woman clenched her fist aggravated.

Wonder Woman (scolding the man): Really thought you'd say the right thing.

Batman: What do you want me to do lie to him? Tell him he was right? I'm not doing that, I'm not going against my principles to appease his petty revenge.

Nightwing (gritted teeth): Maybe don't tell him you regret... adopting him!

Donna (to Wonder Woman): He said that but the context kind of makes what he said less awful.

Batman: See she gets it!

Donna: Oh my Goddess I don't!

Batman: The context is that I didn't want to adopt him because of what he has become! The former Robin is a malicious murderer!

Nightwing (shaking with rage): Who is coming around to not being that, no thanks to you ... ASS!

Batman: Take that back!

Nightwing: Sure, you're not an ass. You are being a shitty person! You can't just talk to him for five minutes?!

Batman: No! Because I didn't do anything wrong!

Nightwing: You let the man's murderer walk, you threw a Batarang at him under the ridiculous assumption that he would read your mind or instinct or whatever you want to call it and dodge that over just killing his murderer! And again while I don't fully agree with killing someone... Jason has brought up a lot of good points-

Batman: He hasn't!

Wonder Woman: Hey let's just calm down. Things are getting a little heated now.

Nightwing (ignoring the woman): You're just going to ignore the fact that Jason may have a point? I'm not saying become a killer or anything, I know how you are! He has every right to be mad that the Joker hasn't been killed yet! He told you to his face he forgives you for not saving him but he doesn't get why you kept the Joker alive or at least did not try to kill him once! I killed him once, but you couldn't try. Oh wait, because Superman beat the shit out of you.

Batman: That is not why. I don't kill, because I'm not weak you!

Donna covered her mouth in shock.

Nightwing (taking a deep breath to calm himself): You're angry, I'm just gonna let that go. Joker has no remorse for what he does. Jason still has emotions yet you're acting like he's on par with the Joker. I tried to put up with the Joker's "lol random, chaos, look at me!" But the whole clown schtick stopped being a schtick when he shot-

Batman: Finish the sentence and I will bitch slap you!

Nightwing: Oh so Barbara getting shot in the stomach and paralyzed isn't something you want to talk about?

Batman: Don't you bring her into this.

Donna: Hey, let's just take a breather. Step back and-

Nightwing: No, Donna, Diana let me say this. Barbara is wheelchair bound because of that... that sick bastard! So don't you give me some bullcrap speech about how "criminals should serve time over getting killed" because the Joker is the one who deserves the death penalty!

Nightwing chuckled angrily losing his patience with the man he saw as his father.

Nightwing: Who's next, who will he go after in this family of ours? Who will he kill or maim before you wake the hell up-

Batman back hand slapped Nightwing nearly knocking the man to the ground. Donna and Diana gasp again. Nightwing blinked, his heart raced with rage. His clenched fist, as he glared at Batman.

Nightwing: Yup.

Nightwing punched Batman in the nose, knocking the man to the ground. Donna walks over to Nightwing as Wonder Woman looks down at Batman (she's not on his side here). Nightwing breathes heavy.

Nightwing: Whoops, I forgot the shout dodge. Why don't you get up and I'll do it five more times!

Donna (lowering Nightwing's arm.: Relax, bluebird. He's not worth it.

Nightwing: You're right Donna. Bruce, I'm calling you that because you don't deserve to be called Batman right now, we're both heated at the moment, so I'm going to go. You will change your tone, I believe you will, and I won't turn my back on you, but if you hit me like that again I won't hold back and I will use a lot more than my fists.

Nightwing leaved, walking with a calm, steadiness even though his heart was still racing

Donna: That was badass!

Wonder Woman stared at Donna for a second then nods.

WW: Good retaliation when someone slaps you as well. That precious blue bird has grown to be a great hero.

Donna nodded with a smile.

Donna: All right, aunt Diana, we're headed back to the tower. The team and I are going to calm to him. You... you handle... That.

WW: The pitiful man on the ground? My pleasure.

Donna ran out while calling out to Nightwing.

Donna: Bluebird, you can't go punching the guy, you promised you'd hold back!

Wonder Woman sighed, rubbing her forehead.

WW: I swear, Bruce you are ridiculous.

Batman touched his bleeding nose.

Batman (serious): Huh, this is a new feeling... pride for someone else.

Wonder Woman held up her hand to countdown from three.

Batman (after three seconds): Unfortunately it's overshadowed by all this unyielding RAGE!

Wonder Woman pressed her foot on Batman's chest to keep him down.

Batman: Diana, move your boot!

Wonder Woman: Oh Brucie, you think I'm going to let you go after that precious man after all you said, after you pimp slapped him? Nah, you need a moment to collect your thoughts and calm your testosterone.

Batman (frazzled): It wasn't a pimp slap... it was a disciplinary backhanded slap.

WW (rolling her eyes): And I guess his was a self-defense punch.

Batman (mumbling): He- He caught me off guard.

WW: What ever helps you rationalize slapping him. I will remove my boot and you get your apology prepared for him and that precious young warrior who was a fan of me. Many awful things were said and done to both of them by you, but you can fix this.

Batman: I'm not apologizing because I'm not wrong.

WW: That does make things harder. Thanks for that.

Batman: No problem. Move your boot please.

WW (moving her boot and walking off): Grown ass man acting worse than Ares when the delivery man forgot his straw.

Batman: I heard that!

WW: Wanted you to, Bruce.

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