#flash fics

[lilac-hecox]

honestly just more damangela would be amazing, but if you do hurt/comfort type fics could you do one about anxiety around going public about their relationship maybe? i need a really well written one like that for my soul

also i think it’s so cool you’re doing this. voting is important!

Damien/Angela - Hard Launch

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“So, is it awful?” Angela asks, peeking at Damien through her fingers.

The nerves are swarming inside her, making Angela feel like she’s shaking even though her body is perfectly still. This is sort of how she felt when she first started performing. Her first few times on stage were fun, exhilarating, but she shook with nerves the entire time.

Before Damien answers, his hand finds hers. He covers the hand she has spread out on the table with his own. Damien’s hand is warm, a comforting weight. Angela lets out a nervous little sigh.

“It’s social media. It’s a mixed bag, as usual.”

Angela groans softly and hides her face. Damien’s thumb rubs over the back of her hand.

“Hey, I mean I see lots of support, but also people saying they knew it, and people assuming we’re pulling a prank.”

“I’m gonna kill Shayne and Courtney,” Angela mutters. “They’ve ruined the art of a hard launch.”

Damien laughs.

“So, no one is mad?”

“Not really. Not at us, at least. More so they’re fighting with each other. Which is common in fandoms.”

Angela finally lets her hand drop from her face and she watches as Damien locks his phone, setting it down on the top of the cafeteria table they are sitting at. It’s a break between shoots and the cast and crew roams the building. They don’t really need to be careful here because Smosh has known about them, has been aware. Angela is pretty sure Nate wanted to cry when she and Damien let him know they were in a relationship. Ian had kept a tally board on his office’s whiteboard attached to the wall until Anthony told him it was probably a bad idea to even jokingly track their employees who have started dating or got married.

“No regrets?” Damien asks, his voice is smooth and calm, but when Angela looks at him, she can see where his features flicker with the hint of nerves. His eyes watch her face, searching for a cue, something he admittedly already struggles with.

Angela takes Damien’s free hand -the one he had been using to hold the phone- in her own. Her palm set in his and her fingers curling around his wrist.

“None. I’m nervous, but I don’t regret it. I don’t like the idea of hiding us.”

“Think of it more like we were keeping us safe, guarding something precious, like a jewel or something, you know?”

Angela smiles fondly at Damien. “More nerd shit.”

“Hey, you’ve been my girlfriend for a year now. You know I like my nerd shit.”

“Yeah,” she says, “and I like that about you. I like a lot about you.”

Damien brings her hand to his mouth and presses a kiss to the back of it.

Angela lets out a laugh, even as her cheeks flush just a little.

She’s happy. He makes her happy. Damien is sweet, kind, hilarious. They are both so busy that neither of them ends up feeling neglected because in ways they are both workaholics. Smosh brings them together, anchoring them back to each other, and the fact of how busy they are, when they’re together, it’s even more special, the time feeling all the more meaningful.

“Even if stuff gets bad for whatever reason,” Damien says, “I’m here for you. I always will be.”

Angela gets up, walks around the table and crouches close to Damien. She leans in quickly, pressing a kiss to his cheek, then his mouth. Damien hums happily, smoothing a hand over the back of her hair affectionately.

“I know that” Angela says, “And I’m right here for you too.”

[saiilorstars]

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[milflewis]

i love u. so very very much. happy birthday. here’s 3k of medieval schumilton. sorry about the soulmate fic lol i will get to it eventually ! mb

The stranger raises his eyebrows as he straightens up from his bow, hand curling into a loose fist at his hip. Mick narrows his eyes at him.

He’s seen Lewis do the very same thing over and over again. It is one of the few tells the Head of the Kingsguard has — flexing his fingers when he’d prefer Mick’s father to duck and run behind him even though he can’t ask him to because no, Your Majesty, they haven’t done anything yet but I’ve got a feeling, a bad one, Sebastian, please remind the king what happened the last time he ignored one of my feelings and —

His dad grins, easy and loose, waving a hand. “No need for the formality, Bottas. You took an arrow for Mika — you do not bow here.”

The man’s — Bottas — mouth twitches, ticking up at one corner, something in his face relaxing as he stands at a casual parade rest, hands not quite behind him. The handle of the double headed axe peeks over his shoulder, stained dark wood, notched and leather wrapped. A days worth of travel dust and dirt clings to his boots and cloak, face unshaven but eyes clear and hands washed.

Bottas. Mick knows that name.

“Well?” His dad says, rising from his chair, hands on his knees because he likes to act a decade older than he is. He grips Bottas’ elbow when he walks over to him, hand clapping his shoulder. “What can I do for you? Are you staying for a while or just passing through? We have rooms to spare if you want one, and I could have food brought up. Rather late for dinner but I’m sure we’ll be able to find you something.”

Bottas shakes his head, shifting on his feet minutely. He rolls his shoulders ever so slightly. “No, thank you. I ate before I arrived. I was — I was hoping to stay for a couple of nights but —“

“Daniel thought it’d take you at least five years before you came calling but see,” Sebastian grins from the doorway, doublet open, trousers creased. “I knew better.”

His dad laughs and Bottas flicks his eyes up before turning to look at Sebastian. “And how many did you think?”

Sebastian shrugs, long silver chain under his clothes glinting in the firelight. Mick doesn’t miss how Bottas’ eyes follow it for a moment. “Less than five,” he replies, eyes bright, and lets the door swing shut behind him, Mick catching a glimpse of Jenson’s armoured shoulders standing guard in the hallway, as he steps inside, pulling Bottas in for a close embrace.

Bottas laughs, bringing his arms up to grip him back, Sebastian’s doublet bunching up under his hands. “Glad to know Ricciardo has faith in me.”

Sebastian pulls away, hands on either side of Bottas’ face. He taps him lightly on the cheek as he says, “I just knew you’d miss us too much to stay away. Lewis agreed.”

Bottas shoves him, cheeks heating. “Well if Lewis says you’re right….” His eyes are heavy with a joke that Mick does not understand but Sebastian seems to as his grin widens.

“Speaking of Lewis,” his dad says, arms crossed, leaning back against his desk. “I would’ve thought you’d bring him with you?” He looks at Sebastian who shrugs, lips struggling to press together around the stretch of his smile as his face lights up, delighted with himself. “I was with Daniel and a few others,” he replies, not looking at Bottas, eyes wide. “I didn’t know if this visit was a secret or not.”

Bottas’ smile flattens into a dead-eyed stare. Sebastian turns to blink at him. “Considering how things were left with him last time.”

“And how,” Bottas says, quietly. “Were things left last time?”

Sebastian tilts his head to the side, smile sliding crooked. “As I just said, I don’t know. Did you not hear or is that left ear still bothering you?”

“Alright.” His dad rolls his eyes at the two of them, cutting Mick a look of fond exasperation. His dad doesn’t like many people or, well, that is not entirely true. He likes people but he just doesn’t have the patience most of the time. There are very few he will tolerate at a late hour, especially one where people will not talk directly to each other. He remembers his hand on Bottas’ shoulder, how he stood like Lewis. He looks at the easy way Sebastian stands in the man’s space, even as Bottas glares at him.

You took an arrow for Mika.

Mick came up with a game three months into Lewis training him, desperate for an insight into the man’s life, desperate for anything. Lewis had played along in that way that he does where Mick isn’t sure if he understands why Mick seeks him out when he doesn’t need to, why he catches Mick watching him so often. For every hit Mick manages to land on Lewis, Lewis tells him a story, about anything at all as long as Lewis is in it.

This one, Lewis had said, tapping a thumb along the thin white nick on his jaw, barely longer than a nail. It was nearly fully covered over by hair. Mick squinted against the sun, leaning in closer.

A friend gave it to me. During the Bull campaign, I had broken a few fingers and so, could no longer shave by myself. He had flexed his hand, fingers long and thick and stretching, covered in thin tattoos. But to let someone that close to your throat with a blade, he had laughed. Not very easy, you know? Still. It had started to bother me. I hate, he said, mouthing twisting. Having a long beard, especially when it is messy. Gets in the way. How Seb does it, not a fucking notion. Apologies for the language, my prince, he’d grinned and danced away when Mick kicked at him.

Your friend, Mick had poked as Lewis, like always, came wandering back. Lewis had only shrugged, pulling his sweat dark shirt over his head and swapping it for a new one. Guanyu grinning at him, a few feet away where he was leaning against a pillar, waiting to escort Mick to afternoon audiences.

Valtteri Bottas, Lewis said, face soft. A good man. The best perhaps, if I am being completely truthful, but truly awful at giving you a shave. When he looked at him, smiling, Mick could see the scar again.

Or at least, he is when Daniel is trying to make him laugh with dirty jokes – I don’t know if you’ve heard the one about the honey badger and a bottle of gin but it nearly got me killed. Mick choked on his water and Lewis grinned, slapping his back.

“Mick?”

His dad is looking at him, eyebrows raised, and Mick clears his throat, the back of his neck growing hot. “Yes?”

“Would you go and bring Lewis here?”

“It’s his night off,” Mick says, a little too quickly judging from how Valtteri Bottas looks at him. Sebastian laughs beside him. “I know,” his dad says. “But he will be angry with me if we wait until morning to tell him that Bottas is here, and I am not in the mood for an angry Lewis Hamilton.”

Sebastian laughs again, nudging Bottas with an elbow as he asks what happened to the gloves that he sent him and why isn’t he wearing them.

—

When Mick finds him, Lewis is sitting cross legged on the floor of the Kingsguard’s barracks, feet covered in thick socks. His shirt is loose around his shoulders and untucked. The fire in front of him throws in the room in strange shadows and glowing orange light.

He does not look up when Mick enters, only putting down his sewing as he gets closer. “My prince. Is there anything I can do for you — it’s very late, you know?”

Mick recognises the material Lewis is holding as one of Sebastian’s tunics, the deep navy of his family house. Lewis seems to be embroidering an even darker blue into the body of it — delicate tiny flowers. Mick reaches out a hand, tracing one with his fingers.

“Yes,” Mick says. “I know.”

The firelight softens the line of Lewis’s face, rounding out the bags under his eyes, catching off the metal in his ears. There is a bruise along his left jaw, under his beard, old and green and yellow.

Mick was too young when the war came around years ago. He was not out on the battlefield, on the front lines or even in the camps. He had not seen Lewis’s wounds until they had long since healed. He knows all their stories only as just that. It is more than pleasant, he has found, to see the injuries that Lewis seems incapable of not collecting when they first appear, and even better, that they come from sparring and training now than anything more sinister.

“My father is asking for you. We have a visitor.” He watches Lewis’s eyebrows raise. “And I thought I had convinced you to start calling me Mick.”

He gestures at the empty room, at the closed door and darkened windows. “And we’re alone. As you asked.”

Lewis hums, pressing his lips together. “So we are.” And then he falls quiet. Mick has the suspicion that he is being laughed at.

He rolls his eyes, holding out a hand to help Lewis up. “Come. We shouldn’t keep them waiting.”

Lewis grins when he takes it, a bite in the dark, fingers curling around Mick’s. He doesn’t stand up, bending his head over their hands, hair piled on the top of his head in elaborate braids, exposing the back of his neck in one long vulnerable line.

The scar on his throat wraps around from the front, ending in the nape of his neck, thick and white and shocking in the low light.

“As my prince wishes,” Lewis says again, quiet like he is saying something else, and his mouth presses quickly against the back of Mick’s hand, thumb digging into his palm.

Mick swallows, stomach swooping. He pulls his hand away, flicking Lewis on the forehead before moving away. Lewis laughs behind him, loud in the silent room, and Mick turns his back on him so he can smile.

Lewis catches up with him just barely out of the room, bumping his elbow with his, boots pulled on, shirt tucked in but rumpled, jacket open. There is a long knife strapped to his left thigh. He looks solid and broad, eyes still gentle with rest and warmth. The skin on his hand where Lewis kissed tingles. Mick hasn’t been able to stop smiling.

He catches Lewis’s gaze as he falls into step with him and Lewis’s grin grows with whatever he sees on Mick’s face. Mick has been thinking someday for a while now, around Lewis, and he is starting to think that, maybe if he plays this right, someday will become today.

—

Jenson gives Lewis a two-fingered sloppy salute when he sees him, shifting on his feet. Lewis exhales, raising one eyebrow. “I’d tell you to be at ease but,” he says, gesturing at Jenson’s casual stance and relaxed face. Jenson only grins, pushing the door open with his foot, winking at Mick as they pass.

Lewis laughs when he sees Bottas and barely hesitates before he’s crossing the room, throwing his arms around the other man, half lifting him off his feet. Bottas lets him, one hand cradling the back of Lewis’s head. He is careful not to touch the thick scar on his neck. He’s blushing faintly when Lewis releases him, the lines around his mouth tender. When they settle, Lewis still holding his elbow loosely, Bottas looks years younger, at ease for the first time since he arrived.

“I have your shield.” Lewis is grinning, all the exhaustion from earlier bled away. “It’s back in my quarters. I can go fetch it?”

Bottas shrugs and Mick notices how Sebastian’s shoulders loosen as he replies, “No need. I can pick it up in the morning.”

“You are staying then?” Lewis is watching him carefully, still smiling. Bottas looks at his dad then, head inclined in deference. “If you will have me.”

His dad waves a hand. “I told you. You are always welcome here. If not for what you did for Mika, then what you did for me. And besides, I would never hear the end of it from these two if I turned you away.”

Sebastian grins as Lewis rolls his eyes, tugging Bottas into one of the seats by the fire, glancing back at Mick as he goes.

“You’ve met?” Lewis asks Bottas who shakes his head, obviously amused. Sebastian drops onto the thick carpet before the fire, stretching out like a cat. “Prince Mick Schumacher,” Lewis says, waving his wrist with a grand flourish. “Son of King Michael and Queen Corinna Schumacher. Age twenty five, proficient in swordplay and hand-to-hand combat, likes reading and blueberry jam and ducking his guards.”

Mick laughs, stomach heating, and kicks at Lewis’s feet as he drops into the chair by Sebastian’s head. “Proficient?” Bottas looks like he’s biting back a smile. “That’s high praise, you know, coming from him. You must be very skilled.”

Mick shrugs, trying to swallow as his throat sticks dry and scratchy. “I have good teachers.” He resolutely ignores the look Sebastian throws him.

Lewis jerks back, twisting in his seat. “What is that supposed to mean – ‘coming from him’?” Bottas stares at him, opening his mouth but Lewis never gets to hear what it means because his dad interjects from across the room, seated back at his desk.

“Wait. Mick ducks his guards? Regularly?”

Lewis and Sebastian both turn the same unimpressed flat looks at their king, the movement fluid and so in tune with each other you would think they had practised it. “And where,” Sebastian starts, slowly. “Do you think he could’ve gotten that particular trait from?”

His dad falters, jaw working, and Mick turns away, hiding his smile. Lewis winks at him.

—

Jack is looking out the window, the low morning sun glinting off the steel of his armour, when Mick comes out of his room, pulling on his boots.

“Ready?” Mick asks, and Jack grins at him, popping a grape into his mouth. “Just waiting for you, Mickie.” He swipes another handle of fruit from Mick’s breakfast tray before side stepping him to get at the door first. He pauses, hand trapping Mick’s fingers on the handle, for just enough time for Mick to get irritated before swinging it open wide, forcing Mick to scramble back, nearly tripping over Jack’s feet.

Jack laughs behind him and Mick regrets the five months he spent pestering and petitioning his dad to allow Jack to be his sworn shield.

“I thought Guanyu was on shift this morning.”

Jack falls into step with him, one hand on the hilt of his sword, eyes alert for all that he’s still smiling. “You know, someone could think you are growing tired of my company. Not me, of course, I am well aware I’m your favourite, heavy burden that it is — you’re so clingy — but one could worry.”

Mick rolls his eyes, and frowns slightly. Jack’s hair is longer than he’s seen it in years, not by a lot, mind you, but just — longer. Jack hates when his hair is long, hates how hot it makes him, hates how it falls in his face. Mick presses his lips together, looking away. He wonders who has caught Jack’s eye, who he’s trying to impress.

“You’d do well to worry more,” Mick says and nearly walks into a visiting merchant coming their way as he avoids Jack’s ankle kick. Mick is red in the face when they continue on, trying not to smile, as Jack laughs beside him.

“Ah,” Jack says, smug and terrible, and Mick is definitely going to find out who Jack has become interested in now and be insufferable about it. “Lewis is already here before us. I’ll leave you to his very capable hands then.”

Mick gives in, shoving him away by the shoulders, which isn’t even as satisfying as it should’ve been because Jack, the arsehole, catches himself before he falls, cackling as he wanders away.

“Having fun?”

The circles under Lewis’s eyes aren’t any lighter in the morning light. Mick isn’t all that surprised. It had been late when he left Lewis and Sebastian to another one of Valtteri’s stories, laughing and fire warm and wine drunk, and they hadn’t seemed like they were stopping anytime soon. Still, Lewis looks good — happy, well rested.

“No,” Mick says, mouth twisting into a petulant frown. Lewis’s laugh is loud and when he throws Mick’s sword to him, metal bright in the sun, Mick catches it easily.

“Will you be at the feast tonight?” Mick asks, when it looks like Lewis will continue talking about Jack and him. Lewis grimaces, mouth twisting, and Mick walks into the ring, blinking against the sun, trying not to smile.

“Of course,” Lewis says, not bothering to hide his lack of excitement, settling his weight onto the balls of his feet, stance familiar. He holds his sword like it’s an extension of himself, like he barely even registers it as something other. Watching him and Sebastian fight always draws a crowd.

Mick shuffles over a few steps, Lewis following him, eyebrows raised, until the sun is at Mick’s back and in Lewis’s eyes. Mick grins at him. “You still owe me a dance.”

Lewis’s smile is a small and lovely thing. Mick can feel it in his belly, hot and sweet, filling him up. “So I do,” Lewis murmurs, and when Mick darts forward, Lewis is there with his sword raised to deflect him, eyes bright.

[fierypen37]

Prompt: Dany meets Night Watch Jon.

A Dragon or Three

Once, as Mance Rayder bore down on the Wall with the greatest army the north had ever seen, Jon had wished for a dragon or three. Now he watched from atop the Wall as a black dragon descended from the clouds like a god. The wind ran its icy fingers through his hair, a few strands flying loose from its tie to whip in his eyes. He was afraid to blink and miss seeing a living dragon dive from the perfect blue of the sky. Gorgeous beast. The powerful stroke of wings as large as ship sails, gleaming black. Here and there the sun caught a crimson streak. He squinted. A pale speck on the beast’s back. Daenerys Stormborn herself.

“Lord Commander, what would you like me to say to the Queen’s man?” Satin’s sweet voice broke his trance. The awe raising his soaring heart crashed down to the mundanities of running a castle. Far below, it was a seething anthill. Men running to and fro in preparation for Daenerys, Queen of the Seven Kingdoms and her entourage.

“About what, Satin?” Jon asked, clenching and unclenching his fist around Longclaw’s hilt. Satin raked a hand through his springy curls and gestured to the mess below. Far beyond, he could see the queen’s men approaching from the kingsroad.

“About . . . this! Where are we going to house and feed all these people?” Satin asked. A knife thin smile touched his lips.

“We’ll figure that out. Come, let’s go down. There is much to do,” Jon said. Together they entered the winch-drawn cage and began the long descent down. Jon craned his head to watch the dragon’s descent. From the tail of his eye, he watched Satin’s eyes widen in tandem as the dragon grew closer. Bigger than an aurouch. Bigger than a mammoth. Bigger than the giants he’d seen north of the Wall. The dragon roared. The sound rattled in Jon’s ears, made the fine hairs on his body stand on end. A savage smile touched his lips. Any who heard that sound would tremble. Perhaps even a dead army.

Once again on solid ground, Jon sent Satin scurrying off on half a dozen errands. He settled his black cloak around his shoulders, the fine sable fur tickling the side of his neck. In deference to royalty, he dressed in his finest blacks. It was her laugh that greeted him first. A bright burst of sound. She was smaller than he’d pictured, the crown of her head coming to his collarbone. Windblown braids and cheeks pinked with cold, the curve of her smile struck him straight in the gut. A sharp, golden-eyed look from one of her women prompted the introduction.

“Queen Daenerys Stormborn of the Seven Kingdoms, may I present the Lord Commander of the Night’s Watch, Jon Snow,” she said in a voice smoothed by some singing accent. Jon sank to one knee in the snow. He heard muted thuds as all of the brothers in earshot made their deference.

“The Wall is yours, Your Grace,” Jon said, charmed by the scuffed toes of her boots. Well-worn and oiled, it was obvious she preferred them to silk slippers. This one. This one could save them all—if she would only believe him.

“Rise, Jon Snow,” Daenerys said. Jon met her gaze, startled by how fucking beautiful she was. Too beautiful to be fully mortal.

“We have a feast prepared in the keep,” Jon said, offering his arm. Satin appeared at his elbow, breathless, and fell in with the queen’s entourage. A glance over his shoulder found among them squat man with black device on a grey-green field that he couldn’t place. A Reed? What was a Reed of Greywater Watch doing at the Wall? Queen Daenerys stole his attention by threading her arm through his elbow.

“We have much to discuss,” she said.       

[gothamite-rambler]

Duke Thomas gets added to the payroll

Bruce Wayne (seeing Duke walk past his office): Duke.

Duke backwards walked to Bruce’s office.

Duke: Sup?

Bruce: Did you check your bank account? The direct deposit should’ve hit.

Duke: The what? Oh you were serious about that?

Bruce: Of course, you’re not only my son, but you do work for me and you deserve an income.

Duke: Thanks dude, but I can’t take your money I work at the library.

Bruce: Duke, trust me. You deserve this. I do it for all my kids… except Tim.

Duke: Why not Tim?

Bruce: Long story… he owns part of my company, plus he- he definitely embezzled a lot of my funds before I noticed so him working at my company is his paycheck.

Duke (alarmed): That was him?!

Bruce: Yeah, but that’s not important currently. You enjoy your first payhcheck and I’m proud of you.

Duke: Thanks man.

Duke left the office, checking his phone as he walked to his room. He nearly dropped his phone seeing the four digits in his bank account that had five dollars in it three days ago.

Duke (shocked, happy): Three- Three thousand dollars?! Woooooooo! I’m eating good tonight! No wait, game stop here I come!

Duke ran out the house passing by Stephanie and Jason.

Duke: I can finally buy a PlayStation!

Jason: Wait until he finds out it’s a monthly payment.

Stephanie: I’ll tell him later. Want to go tell Tim about it first?

Jason: 100% yes.

[terrestrialnoob]

Delilah has been transferred into the bigger and better funded Central City Zoo! Of course Danny's invited to come visit her, he's specifically one of the few people allowed to be in the same physical space as one of the worlds deadliest wild animals, specifically, the most violent and aggressive species of gorilla. All because Delilah, at some point, convinced herself that Danny is her baby and she pretty much refuses to hurt him in any way. She will groom him, and share her food with him, and sits him down to teach him her signs, and play very, very gently with her weak human baby, even though she insists, through sign, that he's very strong. The primatologists always lose their minds when Danny visits, as Delilah doesn't let any other human ape of any kind within five feet of her without a sedative. Depending on her mood, she might even try to keep Danny safe away from other humans. He's her baby, you see.

Unfortunately, the new World's Deadliest Gorilla exhibit attracts the attention of Grodd. The hyper-intelligent meta-gorilla wants to use the worlds deadliest gorilla to get vengeance on the Flash for ruining his world domination plans, and he doesn't really care if some human child gets hurt in the process. In fact, that'll probably hurt the Flash more.

[enigmaris]

A continuation of this post:

There is a teenager in the Watchtower.

Scratch that, there is a teenager that Bruce doesn't know in the Watchtower. The boy, maybe around Tim's age, is wearing worn blue jeans, a white t-shirt and a pair of tennis shoes that had seen better days.

He is wearing no mask, no suit of armor, with no weapons on him. He's just sitting in one of the seats in their larger meeting room, quite literally twiddling his thumbs. He hadn't noticed Batman standing in the doorway.

Behind him, he heard Clark coming round the corner, Bruce lifted up a gloved hand which made the man stop.

"What is it, Bats?"

Bruce sent the man a look before motioning to the boy, who had definitely noticed them now.

He waved at them.

"Who is that? Don't you normally require all your new kids wear costumes up here?" Clark asked.

"Unknown." Bruce said before giving his friend a look. "He's not mine."

Why does everyone assume it's his kid? Just because this boy has dark hair and blue eyes does not mean he belongs to Bruce. Clark has nearly the same looks as Bruce, and he had two kids, why couldn't this one be one of his?

"He's not mine either!" Clark said before frowning. "Not that I know of."

Bruce lifted up an eyebrow, knowing his friend could see it beneath his cowl. Clark rolled his eyes.

"Let's be honest if he was one of mine, you would know before I would."

Bruce grunted and turned back to the teenager. The kid was clearly listening in on them while looking away from them. Bruce watched as he tapped on the table in front of him, making little staccato noises of anxiety.

"Why are we waiting out here?" Barry asked, appearing right in a blur of red and yellow right as he did. Clark pointed at the unknown in the meeting room. Barry grinned widely beneath his own cowl, making the rubbery material crinkle.

"Batsy! Another one? You sly dog, where'd you find this one?"

"He's not mine." Bruce growled, Barry actually froze for a moment, shock slowing him down to normal speed for a moment.

"Nice joke, Bats. If he's not yours, then whose is he?"

Bruce clenched his jaw, Barry looked between the two of them, head flipping rapidly until he realized it wasn't a joke. In the corner of his eye, he could see that the unknown was openly staring at them with a smile forming on his face.

"We are in space." Barry hissed. "How'd a random kid get in here?"

"Excuse me?"

Behind the three hero pile up, Arthur arrived. The King looked less than pleased at having his way impeded.

"I come to these bi-monthly meetings due to their importance. I have an entire kingdom to manage, so if we could all move?"

"Bats has a new kid!" Barry nearly shouted.

"He's not mine!" Bruce growled while Arthur looked up and over Barry to see the unknown.

"Do we have a security breach?" Arthur asked.

"He's not yours yet!" Barry said at the same time, lifting up a finger and pointing it right at Bruce's face.

"We don't know who it is or how they got here." Clark said. "He doesn't seem hostile."

"Appearances can be deceiving, Superman." Arthur said , pursing his lips. Bruce turned to see that the boy had now waved in greeting at Arthur and Barry. Barry waved back.

"Are we having a hallway party or something?" Captain Marvel asked. "A party sounds waaaay more fun than a meeting, no offense Batman."

"We have an intruder, Captain." Arthur said pointing directly at the kid.

The kid's eyes widened and he looked behind himself before pointing at his own chest in surprise.

"He doesn't seem like an intruder?" Marvel said with a frown. "What if he's lost?"

"The watchtower is a secure facility, people don't get here by accident." Bruce said.

"I dunno, Batman." Marvel shrugged. "We have aliens, magicians, and time travelers on our team. He could be lost."

Bruce refused to admit the genial man had a point, the unknown could be from anywhere or anywhen. From further down the hallway, John and Diana appeared, walking together. Diana was holding a glass filled with one of Barry's chocolate protein shakes. John nodded in greeting at the group.

"We have an intruder Wonder Woman." Arthur said.

Diana looked through the crowd before shaking her head.

"Nonsense. He has permission to be here. Come, we should sit for the meeting."

Diana muscled her way through the crowd, still carrying the glass. She walked directly over to the unknown. The boy perked up, smiling widely as Diana held out the glass for him

"Thanks, i was getting hungry." The boy said before taking a large gulp of the shake, Diana smiled down at the boy, resting her hand in his dark hair.

"Woah. Plot twist." Barry whispered.

"Come on, let's get to the bottom of this." Clark said walking into the room, following the path Diana took.

The rest of the League followed suit, taking their assigned seats around the table. Bruce wasn't surprised to see that the unknown was sitting in an extra chair right next to Diana.

"To start the meeting." Diana said onc everyone was seated. "I do have some news to share."

"Yeah, I sure hope so." Marvel said in that strange, joking tone he used as if he were quoting something, not that Bruce had ever been able to recognize the quotes.

"I would like to introduce the Justice League to my son, Daniel of Themyscira." Diana said, putting her arm around the unknown and squeezing him to her side.

"Hi." Daniel said, waving at the group, his cheeks a bit red.

Immediately, there was an uproar from most everyone in the League. Questions and shouts of confusion, shock, and denial. Diana only allowed the noise for a few moments before she slammed her fist onto the table hard enough to crack it.

"Enough!" She shouted, quickly quelling the group. "I will not allow my decision to bring my son here be questioned."

She glared at them fiercely, still holding Daniel to her side. The boy had ducked down a bit with the shouting but was now looking up at Diana with adoration.

"This entire team, aside from Captain Marvel, has brought their young charges to the League." Diana continued, looking at each of them. "Superman has brought up two Superboys, Aquaman introduced to us Aqualad, Flash has both Impulse and Kid Flash, Martian Manhunter came to us with Miss Martian. I do not believe we even have time to list all of Batman's brood."

Barry had the audacity to snort at Diana's last point. That actually eased the tension and people relaxed. Diana leaned back into her seat.

"I would think that my team of many years would trust my judgment in bringing my son here. I assure you he is well into his training and more than competent. I will allow you all to ask your questions now."

Bruce cleared his throat near silently and spoke up first.

"What does he know?"

Diana didn't look impressed at his question. Daniel looked at her face before frowning at Bruce, clearly following his mother's lead.

"I have spoken at length about the League and how we work together. I assure you that i have not revealed any identities shared in confidence with me." Diana's tone made it clear she was offended that Bruce would accuse her of revealing their identities. He barely kept from wincing.

"Uhm. How did he... come to be?" Clark asked, clearly not wanting to ask any truly intimate details.

"In the way all children do." Diana said, giving Clark a look of his own.

That answer was not very helpful given that Diana was formed from clay by her mother. Had she taken a pottery class when he wasn't looking? Unless the boy was much older than he appeared, there was no way Diana had hidden a pregnancy from them 15 or so years ago.

"Why haven't we heard of him before now?" Arthur asked.

"Daniel was training with Pandora, one of the elders of Themyscira, she sent him here when he learnt all she had to teach. He joined me in the world of man only a few months ago." Diana answered simply.

"Uh. Excuse my ignorance." Barry said in a tone that made it clear he was about to say something very ignorant indeed. "But I thought your family only had women in it?"

This time Daniel answered, looking nervous.

"I'm. I'm trans actually." he answered, while rubbing his arm nervously.

"Which is completely fine and something that will not leave this room." Diana said, her voice comforting towards her son while her eyes promised hellfire to the heroes in the room.

Everyone made noises of agreement until Daniel relaxed, going back to smiling.

"Excuse me Wonder Woman, will Daniel be wanting to join any of the other, younger teams?" Captain Marvel asked, sounding excited at the idea.

Which of course he would, he was still acting Den Mother for Young Justice and loving it.

"That is up to him. For now I would like to keep him to myself for a while longer, but once he is further trained by myself I think it would be a splendid opportunity."

"Yes!" Daniel agreed before clearing his throat. "I mean, that'd be cool or whatever."

"We can discuss it in the future." Bruce allowed, knowing that it would probably happen sooner than Diana would want knowing how both the Teen Titans and Young Justice were. Danny nodded eagerly at that.

"Finish your food." Diana told Daniel before looking back up at the rest of the team. "Are there any more questions?"

"Does Daniel have any health requirements or powers we need to be aware of?" John asked. "Or is his physiology the same as your own?"

"His powers are vastly different from my own. It is one of the reasons Pandora had taken on his training in the beginning." Diana answered easily. "The facilities and resources we have here should work well for him in case of injury."

The knowledge that Daniel's powers were so different from Diana's that she didn't feel comfortable training him herself was worrisome. Amazons, as far as he knew, had relatively similar powersets. Although he had not heard of Pandora before, perhaps she was specialized?

"I do have, what's it called? An enhanced metabolism. Most stuff here doesn't work on me."

"Don't worry son. We have plenty of medications designed with metas in mind." Clark told Danny. "If it works on me and your mom, it willl work for you."

"Cool."

"What all can you do?" Captain Marvel asked.

Daniel turned to look at Diana who nodded. The boy then looked back at them and started listing his powers.

"I can fly. Not as fast as mom's invisible jet but pretty fast. I'm super strong. I can turn invisible and intangible."

"Intangible?" Clark asked.

"It is an ability similar to Martian Manhunter's density shifting." Diana clarified. "The mechanisms are different."

Magical, most likely, instead of John's more science based power. Bruce would have to come up with more contingencies to compensate for that.

"Yeah intangibility is pretty cool." Daniel told them. "Althought when i first got it, it was pretty scary. I kept falling through stuff. I was almost afraid I'd start falling through the whole planet by accident. I totally have it under control now though."

"I would be interested in comparing our abilities, Daniel." John said, nodding his head towards him. The boy beam excitedly.

"Yeah!"

"Not in the Watchtower." Diana warned, voice stern.

Yes, that was probably sensible. Danny agreed with his mother, and John clarified that he would be happy to meet up planetside at their convenience.

"Are those all of your abilities?" Barry asked, Daniel shook his head.

"No there are a bunch more. But I'm not supposed to use them for a while."

"Why?"

"My son is powerful, but he has relied on his powers far too much in the past." Diana said, sounding porud enough to make her son blush. "Right now, I am training his melee abilities, we have agreed to a temporary pause until he has met my standards."

"It's been super tough. Mom's making me practice with her sword all the time." Danny added on.

"My mother will be sending on your own weapon soon." Diana soothed. "Hephestes does not like to be rushed."

"I know mom."

Diana reached up and ruffled her son's hair. Daniel leaned into the affection with a smile.

"Are there any further questions?" Diana asked, when no one had anything immediately she nodded. "Good. Is there any further business? If not, I would like to take my son home for a proper meal."

Everyone looked at each other. Bruce had wanted to discuss some of his findings, but with Diana's reveal, it hardly seemed important any longer. Bruce was going to need to do a lot of research and planning. He wondered if he should get Tim involved or if he should hold off. The League agreed to end the meeting early, Diana stood.

"Come Daniel. We should get to the jet."

Daniel scrambled up and followed his mother out of the meeting room, his worn sneakers squeaking a bit on the flooring. The rest of the League sat in silence for a moment taking in what Diana had told them.

Wonder Woman had a child. A child with powers beyond her own.

Daniel popped back into the room before anyone could speak.

"Gosh, I am sorry I almost forgot. Mr. Batman, I have something for you."

Daniel walked right over to Bruce, who stared at him from underneath the cowl. The boy was not nearly as confident as his mother when it came to his glare. He cringed a bit, but reached into his pocket and pulled out a tiny, silver and green flash drive. He placed it on the table and stepped back.

"What is that?"

"Mom told me you like to make contingencies for everyone. In case they go crazy or whatever. So..." The boy motioned to the drive with his hand. "I mean, it'd be weird if i made my own plans, but like, you could do it. That has all my powers and weaknesses and stuff."

Bruce grabbed the flash drive and the boy looked pleased.

"Okay! I gotta go. It was awesome meeting you guys!"

Daniel turned on his heel and ran out of the room. Bruce looked down at the flash drive, doing his best to hide his shock. No one has ever just handed him a list of their weaknesses before.

"I dunno Bats, are you sure he's not yours?" Barry asked.

[olailamajnoon]

Bruce enters the conference room on the Watchtower. He is wearing a baby carrier with a baby inside it.

There is a hoo-ha.

"Why is there a baby," whispers Flash to Superman.

Clark shrugs. "It's probably one of the Robins."

"What?" says Barry tightly. "No, none of them are that age!"

"Jesus Bar, it's like you've never heard of de-aging beams."

"I'm not feeling good about the fact that you're taking this so lightly." Barry scratches at his five o' clock shadow. "If it is a Robin, it's very weird. But it's more weird if it's not."

"Maybe it's a Batgirl," suggests Diana, leaning in. "Cass or...or Steph. The purple one."

"That fits the purple diaper," says Barry reflectively.

"Barry stop hyperfixating on this," Clark says. "Let it go."

The baby is crying a little, sucking on its thumb. Batman gives it a chew toy as he continues working, and then produces a bottle out from under his cape, and holding the baby's head at a careful angle, begins to feed it.

"Batman..." Flash says, miserably curious. "Why do you have a baby?" He points at it, as if to make clear what baby he is talking about.

Bruce looks up, his brow furrowed. "Newly orphaned. Mother threw her from the spire of a church tower in Scarecrow-fear-toxin-induced hallucinations. Then she threw herself. I could only save one."

Barry looks like the dictionary illustration for the word 'flabbergasted'.

"Oh," is all he says. "Oh. Okay."

"I've found her a good home. She'll leave in a few hours." Bruce looks down, and then mutters to himself, "I just wanted to hold her".

Superman pretends he doesn't have super-hearing.

[movedtodykedvonte]

*Spidey and the Sinister Six having their usual fight*

Doc Ock, landing a hit: You’re getting slow Spider-Man! Age finally catching up to you?

Spider-Man: You wish! I haven’t even hit my 30s! From those costumes I can already tell I failed to save you guys from those midlife crises! Sorry by the way.

Vulture: Watch it wallcr- wait… Did you just say your not in your thirties yet?

Spider-Man: Surprised that this spiders so young and spry? Well-

Electro: Dude I’ve been fighting you for at least 5 fucking years! How old even are you?

Shocker, joking cause he’s the only one who picked up no grown adult acts likes Spidey: Don’t swear in-front of the boy you don’t want him to pick it up.

Rhino: Christ! You’re tellin me I almost crushed some 12-year-olds skull all those years ago?

Spider-Man, regretting his quipping: I was not that young! Like just starting freshman year but-

Sandman, horrified as he’s the only one with a kid and dad instincts(as of my iteration): I could’ve killed a kid…

Shocker, genuinely curious: Are you even old enough to drink? Cruel to kill a man who ain’t had his first drink yet.

Electro: Please tell us you’re at least over 25 as of this fight. Hell, I’ll take over 21!

Spider-Man:….

Sandman, realizing just how young he really is: Oh my god.

Spider-Man: My birthday’s coming up soon so I guess it counts?

Doc Ock, exacerbated: It. Does. Not!

Vulture: What would your mother think if she knew her son was out here risking his life telling poorly constructed jokes?

Spider-Man, offended cause it quips slap: 1. My jokes are great 2. She and my dad are dead so-

Sandman, hysterical cause holy shit he almost killed a kid orphan: OH MY GOD!

[dragonsbluee]

All of us gathering as ao3 goes down for the second day in a row.

[caffeinatedvigilantewriter]

So Dani has gotten captured by the GIW, and got reverted to her chronological age (7, she was 19 when she was captured. Team phantom was attending collage and couldn’t get to her in time)

Luckily, Bruce Wayne, training to be Batman, breaks into the Base and rescues her.

He invites her to joins him while traveling and she accepts. But, after a while Bruce heads back to Gotham and they part way. (Dani was 8). Dani was the kid he never had.

Dani visits whenever Bruce’s kids are all away, so she’s never meet them. And Bruce forgets to mention the fact that they all have an older sister (Bruce is her emergency guardian)

There are multiple ways the batkids can find out about Dani

“Bruce? I found your old video logs from when you trained to be Batman, and who’s the kid you’re with?”

“Oh that your sister. She’s dead”

———————

“All in favor for Phantasm the ghost girl to join the JLD?!”

“Superman, I thought I said that none of my kids will be joking the Justice League while I’m still alive.”

“She’s your kid? But she dead!”

———————

“BRUCE! I thought you said you were in Paris for a mission with a partner?”

“I was.”

“Then why is there a photo of you in a cafe with a women three years older than Dick?!”

“She was my partner.”

“Who is she?”

“She’s your sister, Duke.”

———————

“Oh no!? How do we defeat big bad ghost baddie?!?”

“Hn. I will call in an expert.”

“Batman, you know someone who is an expert with ghosts? Who is she?”

“My daughter.”

“Black Bat?”

“No, my other daughter.”

“Spoiler?”

“No. My oldest daughter.”

“Oracle?”

“No.”

“What other daughter do you have?”

“Dani. She’s dead.”

[lilac-hecox]

Amanda/Angela - amangela - Onlyfans!Amanda / Angela - Party

For @amessformiles

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It’s at a party, a friend of a friend of a friend, where Angela meets Amanda.

Right away, Amanda is hard to miss. She is bright, vibrant, drop dead gorgeous and when she laughs, she livens up the entire room. How could Angela not notice her? Amanda’s got this low-cut dress on, accentuating her curves, the weight of her breasts, her tits all but spilling out of the dress.

Angela is hooked right then and there.

So, of course, she knocks back a few shots for courage and over the course of half an hour, makes her way over to Amanda, inching across the expanse of the party and people she only sort of knows. Finally, she’s in the outer edge of Amanda’s circle, the crowd around her utterly as captivated as Angela feels. Amanda has them wrapped around her finger, and judging by the smirk on her face, she absolutely knows this.

Angela coughs weakly and Amanda looks over her shoulder, those dark eyes meeting Angela’s before they give her a once over. Angela holds her ground, tries not to run away from this tall statue of a woman.

“Hi,” Angela says, trying to muster all her confidence, “I’m Angela.” She offers her hand.

Amanda takes it in her own, squeezing gently, “I’m Amanda.”

Through the next hour Angela learns a lot of things about Amanda.

She learns that Amanda is from the Boston area. She learns that Amanda is an aspiring comedian. She leans that Amanda mainly earns her living on Onlyfans. She learns what a great fucking kisser Amanda is.

Angela learns that last one by the wall Amanda has her pinned to a wall in a secluded hallway in the house where the party is being held. Amanda’s weight presses Angela to the wall, her mouth devouring Angela’s. The shorter girl is dizzy with pleasure, with the heat that thrums through her entire body. They kiss until Angela’s lips are red, swollen, and slick.

Once they break apart Amanda smirks, teases her fingers up under the hem of Angela’s dress shirt.

“Care for a demonstration?” Amanda asks, using the fingers on her other hand to wipe delicately at the edges of Angela’s mouth where Amanda’s transferred some lipstick.

Angela licks her lips, tasting Amanda everywhere, and she nods.

Amanda glances around before she slides her hand into the waistband of Angela’s skirt, then her panties, and then two of Amanda’s fingers slip inside of Angela.

Angela groans, letting her head fall back against the wall with a thunk. The exposed skin of her neck is open for Amanda’s taking, and she does, sucking a soft mark onto the pale skin, grazing the flesh with her teeth, while her long fingers curl inside of Angela’s wet slit.

“Fuck,” Angela moans softly.

Amanda hums in response.

All of this is wild, insane, more spontaneous than Angela can remember being in month. She just met Amanda and yet here Amanda is, holding her against this wall in an unfamiliar home, fingering her in the hidden hallway.

It’s dirty, but fuck, it feels good. Amanda is damn good at this and Angela thinks she probably really needs to check out Amanda’s Onlyfans because already, even with this taste, she’s hooked, addicted, like a drug addict ready for their next hit before the high has even left them.

Amanda finds that spot in Angela, and she has to bite at her own hand to keep quiet as she shivers against the wall, her hips bucking, her body practically riding Amanda’s fingers as she nears the edge, her orgasm just a hint away from her.

“Wanna see you come on my fingers,” Amanda whispers, her voice so low and sultry.

How could Angela say no to that?

She whines high in her throat and comes, eyes rolling back in her head, shuddering apart on Amanda’s fingers as she works her through her orgasm.

Amanda doesn’t stop until Angela is near sobbing. Then she finally pulls back, wiping her slick fingers on her dress. Angela slumps against the wall, trying to catch her breath, trying to remember how to breathe and act like a normal person again.

When she recovers, she looks at Amanda, licks her lips.

“Can I…do you want me to return the favor?” Angela asks nervously.

Amanda looks at her with arousal in her eyes, tilting her chin up and smirking.

“Absolutely. Come back to my place? I have lots of fun stuff I think you’d like, and we can really get to know one another.”

Angela is old enough to know not to go home with someone she just met, but if this is a trap, if Amanda is something to fear, then Angela is walking willing into the wolf’s jaws.

“Let me get my coat,” Angela says.

Amanda nods, “Lead the way.”

[incorrectbatfam]

Teen Titans first meeting except they independently get in trouble and are put in timeout in the same room at the Watchtower, Breakfast Club style

[superbat-love]

Diana: Due to some rather extravagant gifts given out last year, this year we’ll be restricting Secret Santa gifts to under $100. Any questions?

Clark: Can we give someone rare items that we’ve found?

Diana: That’s fine, but it can’t be something that could potentially endanger anyone’s health—unless you want a repeat of the Pink Kryptonite Birthday Incident.

Clark: We… We agreed to never talk about that again!

Hal: Well, then I don’t want Bruce as my Secret Santa anymore.

Barry: I thought the giant statue of Diana that Bruce got her last year was pretty cool! Not that the Martian sculpture you gave me wasn’t cool, J’onn. It’s just… I wasn’t expecting it to start telepathically singing in the middle of the night. It shocked me.

J’onn: I’m glad to hear that. I heard humans enjoy surprises. And I liked the ancient artifact you gave me.

Barry: Uh… that was a souvenir from a gift shop in Hawaii.

Arthur: I got a snow globe of Atlantis from Hal. The Disney version.

Bruce: Priceless.

Hal: Hey, you got a Superman body pillow!

Clark: I got him a Batman body pillow too! They came as a set.

Barry: Aww, I bet Batman’s secretly a big softie and cuddles them in bed all night.

Bruce: [scoffs] Why would I need to… when I can just cuddle the real thing?

Justice League: [gasps collectively in shock]

[jinxs-gf]

The Human Spider

The Team x Spider!Reader

summary: you are this universe’s one and only spider-person.

warnings/content: set before the 1st episode of young justice s1, a few marvel references, this whole thing is from the perspective of the reader who’s basically Spider-Man so the writing is a bit silly…but I like it

word count: 2.1k

a/n: this is essentially an introduction to this world, I’m really hoping I can pop a couple fics within this little universe 😭🙏🏽 if not then…I’m sorry LMAO. only time will tell. ENJOY!!!

Life was good.

I mean, how could it not be? You got to fight side by side with some of Earth's greatest heroes. Batman, Superman, Wonder Woman, Aquaman, Flash...oh and Black Canary and—

Yeah. It was great. Not to mention how incredibly easy it was for you to defeat the bad guys you'd fought. You definitely didn't have four near death experiences because of them!

Well you did, but they were completely your fault and not at the hands of a couple of phony villains. They happened before you got used to your powers and gone through extensive training.

It seemed like a curse at first, but now you take them with stride. Your super strength foreign as you'd broke nearly everything in your apartment (that hadn't been a fun thing to explain to your Aunt and Uncle when they came home to a trashed place). Sticky hands well...getting stuck to literally everything. The amount of money you spent replacing your clothes after accidentally ripping up your whole closet only trying to get ready for school...that was also not fun explaining to your guardians.

And the webs. Oh boy. You didn't want to think about it. The hole in your wrist that shot out webs like a proper spider freaked you out the most. You nearly turned yourself in to the government after that one. It was something that took the most mental work to control, the weird hole (yuck) closing up when you didn't need it.

The one thing you did appreciate immediately was the abs. Yeah, those were nice to wake up to one morning.

Today was just another day in your life. A simple mission happening in the middle of the city. Actually it was a pretty unusual mission, it wasn't the regular Ice Family or Joker cult you were fighting...but a Rhino. Seemingly a man in a Rhino cosplay. And his henchmen? Definitely not something you see everyday, but you have seen weirder.

Speaking of his henchmen...there was a lot of them. Enough to keep each member of the team occupied. They had insanely advanced weaponry, surprisingly keeping the fight going for a while.

You hadn't realized so many of the guys were on you now, all surrounding you and trying to shoot at you with guns that weren't spitting out regular bullets.

You look to your side and see your best friend (he doesn't think so but that's what you tell everyone so deal with it sucker). Speedy, Green Arrow's sidekick, Roy Harper under the mask, and Pain in the Ass (a nickname you'd affectionately given him) to you.

You were in a compromising position, one that you could easily get yourself out of. But now you've spotted an unoccupied Roy and you wanted to have a little fun admist the chaos.

"Hey pain in my ass! A little help here!" The men were now taking shots with their fists, all failing to land their hits of course. And your best friend had completely ignored you.

"Hellooooo you know I'm talking to you!"

"I told you I wouldn't answer when you called me that. And I thought I made myself very clear." Definitely referring to the embarrassing way he took you down in front of the team after harassing him all week with the nickname a month ago.

"Well you answered right now soo...."

An arrow suddenly flew right past you, nearly grazing your cheek. A couple more followed.

"Um hello?! You nearly took me out!"

"That's my way of saying cut it out while saving your ass. And don't your spidey senses detect that kind of stuff? Danger and threats? You should've seen them coming."

"Huh. Guess you aren't as threatening as you think you are. At least not with that silly little hat on."

He simply glared at you. He was definitely going to kick your ass later. (Again).

With your guys dealt with, you turned to watch as Flash and Kid Flash emptied out a school bus on the road. Well, watched was a strong word. The job was done before you could fully process what was happening.

And suddenly that same school bus was being throw your way by the Rhino-man. Directly above your head actually.

Uh oh.

CRASH!

This was the third time that's happened to you this week!

He had good aim, you'll admit. It landed on you perfectly, but thanks to your incredible strength he seemingly didn't know about (how could he not? You're literally the Spider-Person from tv! Spider-Person...pfft what a stupid name. No one seemed to come up with something better), the biggest indicator to this being his shocked face. Oh how you loved that look. You threw it right back at him. Jokes on Rhino-man, you also had incredible aim.

"It's gonna take a lot more than a school bus to take me out!" Although you could feel the nearly broken rib and bruises you'd need to get checked out before you went home today.

You sighed happily, dusting your hands, "light work to me. Maybe try one of those city buses next time? Might be heavier and more effective-"

The words barely left your mouth before a city bus was being throw at you, "Wait I didn't actually mean it!" You caught the bus this time. And although your senses knew the danger was coming, it was still a bus that caught you off guard with its weight. Your legs and arms quivered at the force of having to hold it up, you could feel every bruise spotted on your body with the strain and it was not fun. While your body healed faster than the average human, it definitely wasn't fast enough to recover from the previous hit.

The back of the bus was fully tipped to the sky. You prayed there was no one in this thing. And sure you were strong, but there was no way you could tip it back on its wheels without potentially hurting someone.

Luckily Superman helped you with that, seeing you struggle. He easily took it off your hands (show off) and maneuvered it so it was placed safely back on the road.

"Thanks Supes!" He gave a nod and his famous smile.

It was only a couple more minutes of fighting and cars being thrown around before the whole thing was wrapped up. The adults would give their words to the police and news reporters, blah blah blah...

While they did that, you and your best friends, the teens (the cooler ones) got together like you always did after a mission.

Superman is being interviewed by the infamous Lois Lane (the talk of the teen team, there was definitely tension there).

All while Wally stands a little behind them making faces and ridiculous poses for the camera. The rest of you stood out of shot either cackling or rolling your eyes.

Wally steps back, clearly offended. "What? All he's doing is flirting with her in front of a live audience. Remember what they said last time? No one's gonna be paying attention to me."

Robin snickers, "What? The whole 'no one can take Superman' 'but you sure can'?" He repeats their words in poorly done impressions.

"That was totally an innuendo!"

"Very mature KF."

"Hey! Robin and Spider laughed with me. And I saw Speedy’s smirk, he sat there trying to pretend he didn't find it funny. Maybe you should get that stick out of your ass, Aqualad?"

Roy, completely serious, replies, "Now that's no way to talk to the adults' favorite."

You perk up, "oh, me?"

Your friends immediately explode into disagreement, apparently in disbelief you'd think such a thing.

It was a simple story, how it all came to be. You got bit by a spider (totally cool about it).

Totally didn't scream your ass off because of it and stay paranoid the rest of the day, constantly thinking there was a creepy crawler on you...no. You found out the next day that you weren't actually paranoid—if you were in the first place, which you were not! Because apparently the spider had camped out in your clothes all day and night...

You totally didn't scream your ass off again that morning at the revelation.

You did scream at the sight of abs on your body that same morning though. And that's the only reason you'll ever thank the spider, forget the cool powers.

After that you thought it would be cool to use your powers for good, inspired by your uncle. You decided to have your own cool hero costume, symbol, and name (which you still haven't gotten. You originally thought of the Human Spider. People on the streets called it dumb, claiming they would not be calling you that). You had (unfortunately) been (TEMPORARILY!) named the Spider-Person. Which was insanely stupid and you needed to come up with something quick before it stuck completely. Maybe the Human Spider wasn't so good but it wasn't as bad as your unofficial name now!

Anyways, as for the cool hero costume. You had to use what you had at the time, which was...your normal clothes. Getting a costume online seemed cheap, and dressing up as an existing character in the media and saving people seemed wrong. It would only deny your identity as a hero. So you put on whatever clothes (mostly colorful pajamas) that you had, covered the bottom half of your face with a bandanna, and called it a night. And boy did that get you a lot of ridicule, but you got the job done, right? The only thing it didn't do was protect your body from scrapes and...stab wounds. You hated little knives.

You're not the smartest in the world and it's not like you had the money someone like Bruce Wayne could pull out of their ass and make cool superhero wear.

Once you were recruited by Batman, he gave you your own hero costume—no, suit. Every suggestion you made was followed. It was perfect. The mask had to be your favorite part though. Something you didn't suggest was the some type of magic on it, something called hammerspace. Basically you could have any type of hair, or ears...probably even a pair of headphones on your head and it won't show through. It'll seemingly disappear to this hammerspace (you weren't sure how it worked exactly, but it works nonetheless so you won't question it). The magic was done by a team member who was needed very rarely named Zatara. Another man with a silly hat on his head.

You attempted to try it with Batman to see if his bat ears would disappear (which was completely encouraged by Robin by the way. No- completely his idea!) He was not happy. (You got benched for a month...no patrols, no missions...and Robin got off scott-free! How was that fair?!)

Wally starts to bring up your part of the fight, specifically the bus incident.

"Hey isn't that the third time that's happened to you this week?"

You sigh, exasperated and playing it up, "yes."

Robin butts in before you could say anything more, "Couldn't you have caught them? Y'know with your spidey senses and incredible strength?" He has the nastiest smirk on his face. His smartass totally figured you out.

"Well yeah, duh. But it's fun seeing the looks on the bad guys' faces when they realize I'm not dead and I can carry a however many pound bus! Is that so bad?"

"No but it's embarrassing for us."

"What? What's that supposed to mean?"

"Yeah, our best friend who's powers include crazy senses that gives them insane reflexes? That best friend can't catch a big, yellow bus being thrown at them? Embarrassing." The one time Roy will take the claim as your best friend is when he's insulting you? Unsurprising.

Kaldur cut in, sensing your defense a mile away, "It is pretty shameful of you."

Your jaw dropped, even Kaldur of all of people was agreeing? Oh this is insane!

You point a figure at your friends, trying to get your threat across, "Well I find that incredibly offensive and you should all take that back before I-"

"Isn't the point of your powers to detect danger before it comes? How come that's the third time this week you've been hit by a school bus? It's embarrassing, Spider." Batman's monotone voice made his words all the more insulting. Your frown deepened.

You sigh, "Yup. Real embarrassing for me. I got that."

"No, embarrassing for me. I've got a reputation to keep up."

He walks away without another word.

"I can't tell if he was trying to joke around like you guys were, but I'm still offended."

"He was being dead serious. And for the record, so were we."

I wrote this before I wrote my Conner fic. I just realized I made Batman tease reader at the end of both fics…??

[gothamite-rambler]

"Weird Questions from a Weird City: Batfamily Edition

Duke Thomas: What’s your biggest fear?

Jason Todd: That I’ll never be good enough for anyone.

Tim Drake: Everyone hates me and talks about me behind my back.

Dick Grayson: Vampires.

Jason Todd: ...

Tim Drake: ...

Dick Grayson: I got turned into one once and nearly killed peoples. It's a bloodlust, you never know when you'll be fully quenched and every non-vampire is a succulent vessel... But I'm not a vampire anymore and that is in my past.

Dick eats his apple after that.

*silence*

Duke Thomas: Holy crap stick, Batman.

Tim: Can I change my option to Dick Grayson?

Jason: Same.