#gotham buddy exchange

[arandomao3user]

Incorrect quotes TIMBERN again, because I said so:

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Tim: Bern.

Bernard, half awake, it's two in the morning: Hm?

Tim: Will you love me forever?

Bernard: Odd question—

Tim: Usually people say they'll love someone till the day they die but, maybe I don't wanna stop being loved when I die. Maybe I wanna be loved for all eternity no matter what happens. Maybe I wanna be loved even when I die, even after.

Bernard: Mm, that's nice babe. Sure, I'll love you even when we're ghost, having... Freaky ghost sex.

Tim, kicks him under the blankets:

Bernard, snickering:

—

Random reporter at a gala: Mr. Drake-Wayne! Mr. Drake-Wayne! It seems you've brought a plus one tonight! Who is he?

Tim, committed to a bit here, looking over at Bernard: Huh? Oh... Oh. Oh, I have no idea.

Tim, without hesitation or pause, throws himself at Bernard and they begin making out:

Bernard, also committed to the bit, making it the sloppiest make out session possible right in front of the camera:

The camera zooms out to see Dick's horrified face and Bruce's tired expression:

(That's how Tim came out as bisexual to the public.)

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Bernard, with Tim, walking at night: This is romantic— well, as romantic as Gotham can get.

Tim, holding his hand: It is, and Gotham is very romantic, for your information. I rather like the aesthetic.

Bernard: Well, I for one, like your aesthetic.

Tim: Oh? And what is it you like about it?

Bernard: The eye bags and pale skin, really, brings out the sickly Victorian attitude—

Dick, getting throw from the rooftops and crashing into a nearby wall:

Jason, running out from the same direction, shooting rapidly into the darkness: HI TIM!

Tim: I f#&-#%@ hate this family.

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Bruce, formally meeting Bernard for the first time: And what exactly are your intentions with my son?

Tim: Bruce, really?

Dick: It's our responsibility, baby bird, only the best for you.

Jason, who was dragged here against his will, reading in the background: I don't care about any of this bulls-#t.

Bernard, making direct eye contact with Tim:

Tim, trying to telepathically tell him no in every language he knows:

Bernard: My intentions are simple sir, to love him, be with him forever, and show him the appreciation he deserves.

Tim, pinching the bridge of his nose:

Bernard: And also find a pair of handcuffs he can't get out of—

Tim: BERNARD!

Bernard: That's not what you called me last night—

Tim: ONE JOB! You had ONE JOB!

Bernard: I think I did that pretty well last night—

Dick:

Jason, slowly looking up from his book:

Bruce, feeling his last functional brain cell imploding:

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Kon: So, what's Bernard like, is he a good guy?

Tim: Oh, yeah, he's great! We attempted to summon the Jersey Devil last night before making offerings to Dionysus and then sent videos of ourselves singing along to Chapel Roan to Ra's Al Ghul and I made sure it'd play on all his devices, he won't be able to turn them off anytime soon.

Kon:

Kon: Is... That's...

Tim: Romantic, right?

Kon: . . . Y'know what? Good for you, happy for you, buddy.

Tim: Thanks! We're gonna make calzones tonight and genetically modify garlic.

Kon:

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Alfred: I hear you wish to be a chef some day.

Bernard: Oh, yeah! I love cooking, kinda always have, it's like a break from regular Gotham city chaos.

Alfred, just glad he finally has someone to pass down family recipes to: Yes, my boy, it is.

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Tim, half asleep, stumbling out his bedroom at four in the afternoon on a weekend:

Bernard: Hey, sleepy head!

Tim, stumbling right up to Bernard, throwing his arms around him:

Bernard: ???

Tim: What if the churozzle is-tha mcgraffle?

Bernard: . . . What?

Tim, promptly falls asleep against Bernard:

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Bernard, making a TikTok: I was nice to the exchange student ONE TIME in high school.

*The camera zooms over to Tim, dressed in Grinch footie pajamas, there's a smudge of SOMETHING on his cheek, his eyes are glazed over, the television is playing some old Care Bear rerun, he's hunched over, hair in the messiest bun known to man, and he's eating cereal that's so soggy that the fruit loops have become one with the milk, creating an odd, pastel rainbow liquid slop.*

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The paparazzi waiting for the Wayne's to show up to a very, very important, high class social event and charity gala in Gotham that the Wayne's have been attending for generations, not even Bruce has ever appeared as anything less than well behaved:

*The Wayne's limo arrives, Alfred calmly walks around, opening the door*

Damian, falling out as soon as the door opens, scrambling back: DOWD YOU DEFILER! DISHONOR TO YOU! DISHONOR TO YOUR WHOLE FAMILY!

Cass, dragging Jason out who's waving a gun around, yelling for the first time anyone's ever heard in public: YOU CANNOT SHOOT HIM! TIM IS RIGHT THERE! BERNARD, GET OFF HIM!

Stephanie, cackling like a mad man with her mouth full of popcorn, this is pretty much the only reason she came:

Dick: STOP MAKING OUT OH MY GOD WE DIDN'T EVEN LET YOU TWO DRINK THAT MUCH BEFORE COMING HERE OH MY GOD! TIM DON'T PUT YOUR HAND THERE!!! MY BABY!!!

Duke, getting out to stand to the side: Can we just f#&#@# leave them?? They ain't stoppin' anytime soon and I really don't wanna be around when this progresses.

Bruce, casually getting out the limo, giving Alfred a tight smile as he passes him, going to meet with Barbara and Jim:

Jim, absolutely horrified: By God, Bruce, what happened?

Bruce: Tim turned 21 today, so Alfred sat him and his boyfriend down before we came here for a few rounds of drinks. Unfortunately, we miscalculated how much of a lightweight they both are... And how they might act while drunk.

*The paparazzi cameras zoom to Bernard and Tim passionately making out in the back of the limo...*

Kon, who is here with a less than impressed Lex Luthor: GET IT, TIM!!!

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[jaxon-exe]

Brawl Buddies

So this is just a fun one

When Danny becomes the ghost king at 18 other ghost kinda stop fighting him seriously. They like him as king and so while they will have a friendly spat with him every now and then no one really fights him anymore.

And Danny finds this strangely frustrating!!

It’s a ghost’s nature to fight!! Now he not only has to deal with everything that involves being king but he can’t get a good fight for the death of him!!

This frustration leads him to taking a ‘vacation’ in Gotham. Hoping to find at least one super-powerful person he can have a good show down with.

Turns out he didn’t have to look far as the first time he meet his new neighbour the guy immediately started throwing hands. This lead to a brawl that drifted threw both of their apartments, all the floors of their building, including the roof and out onto the street. Danny isn’t even mad when the guy calms down, stops fighting and starts apologising for randomly attacking him. He just shrugs of the apology and complements the guy on his strength and gushes on about how fun that was!! And how that was the best fight he’s had in years!! And if the guy even wants to throw down again they definitely should.

Jason meanwhile is confused as fuck by his new neighbour. He took one look at the guy and immediately flew into level 11 pit rage and somehow this guy fucking survived that?! Plus invited him to fight again????

At first he was just gonna ignore his weird neighbour and do his best to avoid him but a few days later he noticed that the pit was actually silent after the fight. Not just quite like it gets some times but fully silent for days. It wasn’t until it started to come back up did he noticed it was gone.

Deciding to get some answers he knocks on the weird guys door but as soon as he opens it Jason just can’t help but start swinging. After the fight he’s to exhausted to ask the guy questions and in the days following he just rides the high of a pit free life.

Over time he just stops questions it. It kinda just becomes routine. He stops avoiding Danny, he learnt his name after the 4th brawl, but never really talks to him. They just kinda exchange pleasantries when they pass each other in the hall most times. Then when the pit starts acting up again he goes over to Danny’s and the two of them duke it out.

Several months later Dick comes over for a surprise visit only to find his brother trying to kill some random guy??? Then when he did the rational thing and got in between them to stop the fight both of them turned and started yelling at him!!!!! Like he was the bad guy!!!! Then they just went back to fighting!!!!

Then when Jason’s eyes finally stopped glowing the two just started acting like best buds?????? Like Jason did not just throw this guy out a 2nd story window?????? Like the guy didn’t just beat Jason with a 2x4 he found in the alley?????????

What is going on????????

[frownyalfred]

Love the idea of Clark turning up to Gotham just for a little catch up with Bruce, only to be immediately followed by an entourage, most of them guys with a similar build to Bruce and Jason. They let him know that no ones going to bother him and that if he needs anything to let them know and they'll get it for him.

One of them looks suspiciously similar to the guy in the GPD wanted poster they've just walked past but that's neither here nor there.

"You wanna fuck with the Bat's bird, you gotta go through me."

Clark pushed his glasses back up his nose, trying not to visibly react. With the man's back to him, it was easier to get away with an imperfect facial expression, but he still didn't want to tempt fate. "That's -- that's really kind of you, sir. But I'm not really a bird--"

"Oh, and you're gonna be a tough guy about it all of a sudden?" the other thug asked, directing the question at the large man standing in front of Clark. "What happened to fuck the Bat, he fucked up my cousin? Huh?"

The man protecting Clark shrugged with one meaty shoulder. "Don't mean I think his bird should get fucked up too."

"We're not gonna fuck him up," the other man said. He smiled at Clark, nicotine-stained teeth shown off in the low light. "We're just gonna scare him a little bit, yeah? Just so the Bat comes and says hey."

"That's an objectively terrible idea," Clark said. The words came before he could stop them, hanging on the edge of Superman's authoritative tone. "You're just going to get hurt."

"Maybe this time," the thug said, lifting the bat back up onto his shoulder. "Maybe this time, we change things. Throw him off his rhythm. Since we got his bird, and all."

Clark would've rolled his eyes if he wasn't distantly concerned on behalf of all of them. "I'm not sure Batman is worried about me, to be honest."

The man standing in front of Clark craned his head back. "What, you have a fallin' out or something?"

"No," Clark said quickly, shaking his head. "No, I'm just saying -- I can take care of myself. The Bat won't worry, so you won't throw him off his rhythm. So you'll just get beat up again. Probably worse than before. And then I have to make a police report, and you'll be in the hospital--"

"Cripes, cool it with the threats," the man blocking Clark from the others said under his breath. He turned back around to face the group. "Beating up the bird ain't gonna help, you heard it from him."

"Not a bird," Clark protested.

The man with the bat and stained teeth pointed at Clark. "You better watch yourself out here. There ain't gonna be someone to swoop in and save your ass every time."

"And there ain't gonna be a missing Bat every time you say stupid ass shit like that," the man protecting Clark said, shaking his head. "Get the fuck outta here, Leo. You're a fucking joke, you corncob."

Leo and his buddies retreated quickly, and, after a gruff, if oddly charming, exchange, so did Clark's would-be protector. Clark waited a few minutes, just to make sure they were out of earshot, before craning his head up at the shadowed ledge of the building above the alley.

"Bird?" Clark asked loudly.

Batman stared back, the only sign of his amusement a brief flash of white teeth between his lips. For Bruce, it was nearly the equivalent of a full-on belly laugh.

[angelltheninth]

HELLOOOO GOOD MORNNNNNN (even if its prolly not morning there) huge fan, love your hoyo posts LOVE UR WRITING IN GENERAL!!!!!!!! feel free to ignore if ur not taking any reqs rn but i wanted to know your take on the batboys having a meet-cute with their s/o!!! hope u have a good day btw 🫶

I'm so glad you enjoy my writing. Really makes my day.

Pairing: Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Damian Wayne x Reader

Tags: fluff, meet-cute, flirting, difference of opinion, banter, dancing, pets

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A/N: I thought it would be funny to give them something more normal rather than the regula superhero things.

DICK GRAYSON

You meet him at the local dog shelter. Both of you want to adopt the same dog and neither of you want to back off. Dick is pretty well built and argues that he would take the dog out on walks a lot more than you, but on the other hand you live in a bigger house with a backyard so the dog wouldn't need to be cooped up in an apartment while Dick does, whatever he does for a living. When you hear he already has one dog you tell him then it's only fair that you get this one. The only way to settle this is to let the dog choose. And the dog chose you, much to your apparent rival's disappointment. Well since you both have a dog now, perhaps luck will have it and you'll meet at the park. He looks like a fun dog dad.

JASON TODD

Jason was someone you saw a few times at the bar that you both frequent. You never approached him before, despite really wanting to, so he approached you first. He called you out on staring at him like some pervert, and if you claim you're not then you should have no problem dancing with him. One dance isn't gonna kill you, or maybe you're a horrible dancer and you're hiding it. Well he might be an asshole, but you're the one who's been eyeing him ever since he stepped into the bar. So he gets to tease you for tonight. All he wants actually, since it's so fun to watch you blush. In exchange for being your dance and drinking buddy for the night, how about you repay him with a date.

TIM DRAKE

Tim and you go to the same classes at college so you see each other pretty often, or whenever he shows up actually. You never talked much, outside of when you needed to, you just knew of each other, more than knowing each other. In fact the first time you first talked to each other, for a long period of time, was in the library when you were both looking for the same book. Since you both had project deadlines and he was too busy at night, for some reason, you agreed to work on your projects in the afternoons. As it turns out he's a pretty nice guy, not at all the rich loner you thought he'd be. Not only that but he is very helpful when it came to your own project. So helpful in fact that you had to ask him on a date to thank him.

DAMIAN WAYNE

He really likes books and proving that he has better taste and understanding than anyone else. So of course you get into a debate with him over the book you read for this months book club. Damian is loud and has plenty of opinions, you and everyone else will hear them out regardless if you want to or not. This your first time seeing him at your book club so he has to be new and already making enemies. Of course you knew who he was, his last name was a dead giveaway, but just because his dad is one of the richest men in Gotham doesn't mean he gets to be rude. A fight almost breaks out between you two but he has a smirk on his face the whole time, a rather cute smirk. Part of you hopes that he'll show up to the next meeting.

[to-the-stars8]

Reviving Love

Jason Todd x Reader Chapters AO3

Chapter 11

Dick watched as Jason stood before him awkwardly, tipping his weight from foot to foot and not making eye contact. It reminded him of when they first met. Jay was smaller then, much smaller, and had been so nervous to meet him that when they hugged he had been shaking a little. It was nice to see his little brother underneath that hard shell. 

“Sit down, Jay,” Dick said, pushing him toward one of the love seats. “You’re making me nervous.”

“Don’t mean to.” Jason sat, running his hand through his hair. 

Dick sat opposite him, waiting for his brother to say something despite knowing exactly why he was there. A thick silence fell between them, both of them waiting for the other to start talking. 

“I’m sorry, Dickie,” Jason said, looking up at his brother finally.

Dick smiled. “If we held every asshole thing we did over each other's head, I don't think you would be here.”

Jason smiled a little and nodded. “That's for sure. Sometimes I forget you were an only child for a good couple of years. Must have done something to your psyche.”

“Don’t push it,” Dick said with a chuckle, getting up to change. “I’m about to head out to get lunch with Barbara, you want to come with? I’m sure she won’t mind.”

“No, thanks. I have plans. There’s another thing I wanted to talk to you about before I go,” Jason said as he followed his brother to his room. As Dick took off his shirt in exchange for a nicer one, he paused to study his brother, who was now leaning against the doorframe of his bedroom. He told Jason to continue, wondering what other mistakes he made. “I need you to stop trying to push in on my life. If you continue, I don’t think I’d want to be around you as often.”

“I…Okay, Jay,” He said. Dick wanted to say he hadn’t realized that he was pushing but, in truth, he knew he had been. He wanted to know his brother—and to push Jason to be the best version of himself that Dick knew he could be. When Dick thought about it for more than a moment, he realized how similar it was to Bruce. Now, that bothered him more than anything else. “I’m sorry.”

Jason nodded and shrugged, looking nervous again. “Thanks.”

“Sure thing, buddy. Now, if you don’t mind me asking, what made you come over today?”

“Little bird gave me some good advice,” Jason said, smiling. 

“Your girlfriend?” Dick raised his eyebrows. 

Dickie watched as Jason stuttered out that you weren’t exactly his girlfriend yet. The two of you had been on a couple of dates, and he had been over at your apartment nearly every day a week after the play—Still, you weren’t his girlfriend officially. 

“Just ask her,” Dick said as he moved into the foyer to grab his wallet and keys. “What’s the worst she can say?”

“No,” Jason said, grabbing his coat. “Or worse, ‘get lost I never want to see you again’.”

Dick snickered, throwing his coat over his shoulders. “Doubt that. I saw the way she was looking at you.”

Jason followed Dick out the door and asked, “Oh, and how exactly did she look?”

“Well, it was between ‘I’m so in love with you’ and ‘please take me now’.” 

“Dear God, you are exactly like Bruce. Pig and all.” Jason laughed loudly as he watched Dick lock his door.

“Takes a Bruce to know a Bruce.”

When they parted ways, Jason felt lighter. He was glad he had taken the advice you so pounded into his brain. You had told him that the issue, that he had told you about in the most ambiguous way possible, didn’t need some soliloquy of self-pity. You told him, “Just say sorry, plain and simple.” He could find flaws in your logic if he picked hard enough, but he decided to try it anyway since his whole family was full of drama. It would be nice to try something simple for once. 

It was sunny in Gotham, though cool. It was going to be an exciting day because you were coming over to his place for dinner tonight. It had been something he was slowly working toward, and, on the last visit to your apartment, he finally managed to ask you. The look of happiness on your face was burned into his memory, and he wanted to see it in person again. And again. And again. Seeing you so happy because of him was high that he wanted to chase. 

Jason had planned dinner the night before, trying to pick apart memories to find foods you would like. Finally, he settled on something that the two of you used to eat a lot during school. When he woke up that morning, his heart was pounding in his chest from excitement. As he entered his apartment, his fingers became restless. They cooked, cleaned, washed—The whole lot. He fluffed the cushions a couple of times, made and remade his bed (just in case), and even went as far as to dust the top of the fridge. It wasn’t until you were knocking at the door did he even bothered to stop cleaning. 

You were excited to see him, quickly hopping up on your tiptoes to give him a peck on the cheek. He’d been warming up to the light affection you gave him and had even started to hope that tonight he would be able to kiss you. 

“You have a nice place,” You said as you looked around. 

Jason took the jacket off your shoulders, and said, “Thank you. I made it look extra nice for you.”

Bashfully, you told him that he didn’t need to go through all the trouble.

He wanted to go through the trouble because you were more than worth it. Yet, he didn’t say this to you. Once in his little kitchenette, he gestured for you to sit down so he could prepare dinner. 

Surprisingly, you refused. “It’s no fun if I just sit here.”

“I want to take care of you tonight,” Jason said. He felt flush as he said it aloud. 

You stumbled over your words before finally settling on a meek, “But, I want to help.”

The two of you stared at each other for a few seconds before Jason silently stepped to the side. He cut the chicken as you shuffled the sides onto the plates. It was quiet now, but uncomfortably so. It felt familiar in a way, like when the two of you would sit for hours not talking as you did homework during your pre-teen years. You took the plates and set them on the table as Jason grabbed the cutlery. 

You went to sit, but Jason ordered you to stop. Quickly, he crossed the kitchen to you, pulling out your chair. “Oh, what a gentleman!”

“My grandpa didn’t raise me in a barn,” Jason said. 

“He did a good job.” As he was putting down your drink, you leaned up to press another kiss to his cheek. “Now, you have to tell me what you did today.”

And Jason did. He told you every detail because, with all the boring stories there were to the day, you seemed to soak them in with earnestness. The longer he continued to stare at you, too, the more realized just how much he missed you. You were a great friend, always attentive, kind, and funny. When he mentioned that he finally took your advice and that everything had worked out, you beamed with pride. 

“I had a feeling it would. I think it would be hard to be mad at you for too long. You seem like too good a person, Jason,” You said. 

He opened his mouth and then closed it as the sweet thought of him being a good person was cut short. He’d done terrible things, so there was no way he could actually be good. In a way, he felt guilty for inadvertently making you think as much about him. 

“You think I’m a good person?” Jason asked. 

You looked taken aback by the question. “I do! You’re the kindest man I’ve ever met, in any case.”

Jason didn’t know whether to be comforted by that fact or not. Nonetheless, he took it as it was. “So, um, we’re talking way too much about me. How was your day?”

You smiled down at your plate, pushing some of the food around with a fork. “It was good. I, uh, was really excited to come over, so I think that made it better.” 

“Yeah?” Jason couldn’t help but let his joy escape in a little giggle. 

You looked up and nodded. With a happy laugh, you said, “Yeah!” 

“I didn’t think I could have that effect on people.” 

“Have more confidence, Jason,” you said, reaching out to stroke his arm. “It’ll be extremely sexy on you.” 

And Jason was quick to act on that advice. Either on momentary self-assurance or maybe he just wanted to put his lips on yours, Jason reached over and pulled your chair closer to his. You gasped, clutching the sides of the chair, and looked up at him. 

“I wanna kiss ya,” Jason said. 

“Me too,” You said with a grin, already leaning up. 

Jason took in a breath for confidence and leaned down to kiss you.

[your-local-simp-writers]

Movie Night

Word Count: 1775

Warnings: None

Terry Mcginnis x Fem!Reader ︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

The evening air felt fresh and inviting as you walked up to Terry’s house, a feeling of excitement bubbling in your chest. After a long week filled with chaotic school projects and endless responsibilities, spending a quiet night with him felt like the perfect antidote. His house was a small but cozy place, nestled in a quiet neighborhood that was a stark contrast to the bustling streets of Neo-Gotham. The porch was adorned with a couple of potted plants that Terry’s mother tended to meticulously. Their vibrant colors popped against the muted backdrop of the house, and as you stepped onto the porch, you noticed a few toys scattered about.

You knocked gently on the door, and within moments, it swung open to reveal Terry with his signature grin, his dark hair tousled, and a hint of mischief in his deep-set eyes. “Hey! You made it!” he exclaimed, stepping aside to let you in.

“Of course! Wouldn’t miss a movie night with my favorite people,” you teased, nudging him playfully as you stepped inside. The familiar scent of popcorn filled the air, mingling with the faint notes of laundry detergent and Terry’s signature cologne. The living room was vibrant and cluttered, a mix of family life and boyhood chaos—colorful cushions were strewn across the oversized couch, and a few action figures littered the coffee table.

“Matt is just finishing up some cereal,” Terry said, motioning toward the kitchen. You could hear the faint sound of a cartoon playing in the background, the cheerful voices of animated characters providing a lively backdrop to the evening.

“Spaghetti Monsters!” came a cheerful shout from the kitchen. You chuckled, shaking your head at the title. “I can’t believe he’s still into that show.”

“Hey, it’s a classic,” Terry defended with a grin as he led you through the small hallway into the kitchen. Matt was perched at the table, a bowl of cereal in front of him, his little hands clutching a spoon, and wearing a superhero cape that flapped as he bounced in his chair.

“Y/N! You came!” Matt exclaimed, his face lighting up with joy. You knelt beside him, ruffling his hair affectionately.

“Of course! I wouldn’t miss hanging out with you guys. Did you save the world again today?” you asked, a smile spreading across your face as you took in his excitement.

Matt nodded vigorously, puffing out his chest proudly. “I fought off the Spaghetti Monster and saved the city!”

“Impressive!” you said, your eyes sparkling with laughter. “What’s the plan for tonight, then? More monster-fighting, or are we switching to movies?”

“Movies!” he declared, before shoving another spoonful of cereal into his mouth.

Terry crossed his arms, leaning against the counter with an amused expression. “And what makes you think you’re allowed to stay up for a scary movie, young man?”

“Because I’m brave!” Matt replied with all the conviction of a five-year-old superhero.

“You’re brave, huh? I don’t know about that,” Terry said, raising an eyebrow playfully. “What do you think, Y/N? Should we let this brave little guy watch a slasher film?”

You exchanged a mischievous glance with Terry. “Only if he promises to keep the lights on and sleep with his cape. We can’t have any nightmares ruining our movie night.”

Matt nodded eagerly, his mouth full of cereal again. “I promise!”

As you settled into the living room with Terry and Matt, the atmosphere felt warm and inviting. The walls were adorned with family photos, capturing moments of laughter and love. Matt's little drawings were pinned up next to a chalkboard covered in doodles, and there was a sense of joy that radiated from every corner of the room. Terry’s mom moved gracefully through the space, tidying up as she glanced over at you with a welcoming smile.

After a few minutes, Terry scooped Matt up effortlessly and carried him to his room as he began to yawn, clearly fighting against sleep. “Alright, buddy. Time for bed,” Terry said softly, tucking Matt in with a gentle hand.

“I don’t want to sleep!” Matt protested, his eyes still wide with energy, but it was clear that he was losing the battle.

“You don’t have to sleep. Just rest, and I’ll come back in a little while,” Terry reassured him, planting a kiss on his forehead. As Terry left the room, you felt a swell of warmth in your chest. Watching him with his brother was one of your favorite things about him; he was so patient and loving, and it was a side of him that revealed a depth you adored.

When he returned, the couch felt emptier without Matt's bubbly energy, but it also felt like a blanket of calm had settled over the room. “Now, where were we?” Terry asked, flopping down onto the couch beside you, the cushions sinking under his weight.

“We were about to watch a horror classic!” you replied, reaching for the remote and clicking on the movie. The screen flickered to life, and the opening credits rolled, casting an eerie glow across the room.

“Just so you know, I’m totally prepared for this,” Terry said, leaning back confidently. “I’ve watched like three of these this week. I’m practically a pro.”

You shot him a playful look. “Oh, really? Just remember, if you scream, I’m never going to let you live it down.”

“Please, as if I would scream,” he scoffed, though you could see the hint of challenge in his eyes.

As the movie unfolded, you both became engrossed in the plot, the tension building on screen. You could feel Terry's body tense beside you during particularly scary moments, and you found yourself leaning into him, seeking comfort. “Why do they always split up?” you exclaimed during a ridiculous scene where the characters made a dangerous decision. “That’s just asking for trouble!”

“Right?” Terry replied, laughing. “It’s like they want to get picked off one by one. I mean, who thought that was a good idea?”

The banter continued, punctuated by gasps and laughter as you both made fun of the characters’ choices. You leaned in closer as the movie reached a particularly tense moment, feeling a thrill run through you. Terry’s arm found its way around your shoulders, and you could sense the warmth radiating from him.

When the film hit a climactic moment, you gasped, instinctively clutching onto his arm. “Oh my gosh, did you see that?”

Terry laughed, his laughter warm and infectious. “You were right! That was definitely unexpected. I thought for surethat the killer was going to come from the left, not the right!” he finished, his voice filled with excitement.

You both laughed, and as the tension of the movie ebbed, you felt the comfort of the moment settle in. The glow of the screen flickered across Terry’s face, highlighting the playful spark in his eyes. He turned to you, a teasing smile playing on his lips. “You know, I think you’re more invested in this than I am.”

“Can you blame me?” you replied, trying to sound indignant, though the grin on your face betrayed your amusement. “You might be the one who screams first.”

“Not a chance!” he declared confidently, but there was a flicker of mischief in his gaze.

As the film progressed, the mood shifted; the story grew darker and the stakes higher. You felt your heart race, and in a particularly suspenseful scene, you leaned a little closer to Terry, your shoulder brushing against his. He didn’t pull away; instead, his arm tightened around you, pulling you in just a fraction more. The warmth of his body felt like a shield against the chill creeping in through the night.

“Okay, I might scream if something jumps out right now,” he admitted, his voice low and conspiratorial. You could see the tension building in his shoulders as the suspense hung thick in the air.

“Let’s make a deal: if you scream, I’ll throw popcorn at you,” you offered, trying to lighten the mood.

“Deal!” he laughed, his eyes dancing with playful challenge.

The movie reached a climax, and as the action intensified, you both gasped together at a sudden scare, your fingers instinctively intertwining. You hadn’t meant to hold his hand, but the moment felt so right, as if it was the natural conclusion to the playful banter and the building tension.

Terry turned to look at you, and for a heartbeat, everything else faded away—the movie, the room, the world outside. Just you and him, caught in this shared moment. “I think we both just screamed,” he said, his voice a little breathless, a teasing smile spreading across his face.

You couldn’t help but laugh. “Maybe just a little.”

With a small shift, he faced you more fully, his expression softening. “Thanks for being here. I know it’s been a crazy week for both of us, but it feels nice to just… be.”

You nodded, your heart swelling. “Yeah, it really does. I’ve missed this.”

He took a moment, studying your face as if trying to read your thoughts. The warmth of his gaze made your cheeks flush, and you felt a mix of comfort and excitement course through you. “You know,” he began, his tone serious yet gentle, “you make everything feel a little less chaotic.”

“Is that so?” you teased, though his words hit home.

“Definitely. Just being around you makes me forget about the craziness, even if it’s just for a little while,” he confessed, a hint of vulnerability in his voice that made your heart race.

You squeezed his hand lightly, the touch electric yet soothing. “I feel the same way. You’ve got this way of making everything better, even when things are rough.”

As you both fell quiet, the movie played on in the background, the sounds of suspense intermingling with your shared silence. Terry’s thumb brushed against your hand, and you could feel the warmth radiating from his touch, steady and reassuring.

“Can we do this more often?” he asked suddenly, breaking the silence but keeping his gaze steady on yours.

“Absolutely,” you replied, a smile spreading across your face. “I’d love that.”

The film’s tension faded into a gentle rhythm as you both became lost in each other’s eyes, the world outside fading away once more. As the closing credits began to roll, you realized this night was about more than just a movie; it was a moment of connection, a night to remember.

And just like that, the screen faded to black, but the warmth of the evening lingered, wrapping around you like a cozy blanket, promising more nights like this to come.

[acapelladitty]

When The Lights Go Out: Riddler

Summary: Richard Madison is a crook but a strange encounter with a man calling himself Edward Nygma may prove to be his undoing.

Part 1: When The Lights Go Out: Scarecrow

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The miraculous release of Walter Johnstone from his asylum incarceration was not the only odd thing to have occurred in Gotham that day. Nor would it be the last.

It was certainly a day that Richard Madison was never likely to forget.

If you asked the average person to describe Richard Madison they would have a host of phrases ready to spring forth in his praise. As sweet as sugar, one might claim. Honest as they come, another would cry. A good man with a good heart. However, there were those who saw another side to the man and those individuals would quietly lament his misdeeds and misgivings.

Both opinions are entirely valid to their holders, as all opinions are, however those who believed in him were only witness to the facade which he presented to the world.

To put it simply, Richard Madison was a crook.

Oh, how people loved being around Richard. They whispered promises in his ears, slipped offerings into his pockets, and overall doted on him in exchange for the opportunity to engage. To have their needs met.

And he was never a man to deny the people their needs.

When it suited him.

Emerging from the elevator to his private office, his shoulder clicked as he stretched his arms before him to prepare for the next few hours of sitting at his computer and running his small empire from the comfort of his favourite chair.

However, an unexpected sight stopped him dead in his tracks.

Standing in his office as though he belonged there, lounged a suited man. His body was on the thinner side and even from this distance Richard could tell that the bottle green suit, expertly styled as it cinched his frame, was cut from expensive cloth. Boyish features shone from a face which could not have been a day over forty and his appearance was made all the more striking by the shock of flame red hair which sat atop his head, mostly covered by a lurid green bowler hat which perfectly matched the shade of his suit.

“Richard Madison!” The man exclaimed in a showman voice, his excitement radiating from him in waves. “In the flesh! The man of the hour!”

Reaching out as he approached Richard’s stunned position, he gripped his hand in a firm grasp before shaking with an almost comedic level of effort. His arm swinging up and down in the grasp of the madman, Richard politely let go before hiding his hand within his pocket to prevent any further touching.

“Who are you?” Richard asked. This was his private office and absolutely no one got in here without first jumping through a series of hoops designed to keep out any 'undesirables'. “And what the hell are you doing here?” He allowed his shock to manifest as anger as he roared at the red-haired man.

“Lovely office,” throwing an arm out with great flourish, the man ignored the open aggression to gesture wildly around the room, “you must tell me who your decorator is.”

The stark minimalism of his office stared back at him as Richard's eyes swept the room. His room was boring, intentionally designed as such, so was he joking?

“Look, buddy, I don't thin-” cutting himself off, Richard clenched and unclenched his fist as he repeated his earlier question. “Who are hell are you?!”

“My name is Edward Nygma.” Flashing a smile, Edward dropped his head in a dramatic nod and allowed the green bowler hat to topple from his scalp and into his waiting hands before tucking it below his arm. “It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Madison. May I call you Richard?”

Now exposed, his red hair was perfectly coiffed into an old-fashioned style which felt very out of place in the modern office.

“I suppose.”

“What about Dick?”

Pursing his lips as his eyes narrowed, Richard was unable to tell if this man was mocking him or his earnest manner was genuine.

“I usually insist on Richard.”

“Then feel free to call me Edward.” Edward answered. “And to answer your earlier question, I am here to make you an offer which I know you will be unable to resist. We are both men of knowledge and money, so I know that you will want to hear what I have to say.”

“I’m not a trader.” Richard spat back, the surreal nature of this meeting making his aggression feel more performative that anything. “If you want me to invest in some shit you’re cooking up then go to Wall Street and pitch to the sons of bitches there.”

“Oh, I met the fools at Wall Street. Quite a long time ago.” Smirking as lips curled into a smile, Edward flashed his white teeth. “I gave them all the clues and all the opportunities to be honest men and they chose to ignore me. And then? Can you believe it? BANG!”

At this, Richard jumped in place as Edward smacked his hand against his thigh with some force.

“It all came crashing down. The Wall Street Crash, they called it. More than a few brains came to decorate the nearby paving after that, but they can't say they hadn't been warned. I gave them every chance.”

He's definitely mad, Richard thought. Edward did not look a day over forty and yet he had the gall to claim that he was present for the Wall Street collapse in the 30's?

“Talking like that will get you locked up in Arkham.” Richard warned.

“Oh no,” Edward exclaimed, “oh no, no, no! That would never do! I am far too intelligent for that and besides,” leaning in close as though divulging some information that only he was privy to, the green of Edward’s eyes twinkled madly for a moment, “an old friend has already made himself comfortable in those harrowed halls. It would be rude for me intrude on his delicate work.”

“You have connections in Arkham?” Such things were not unheard of and Richard himself had at least one guard on his payroll to ensure that the odd piece of information here and there fell into his hands. “Staff or guests?” He added.

“Staff today could be guests tomorrow and vice-versa. Let's not judge people based on their current position, particularly when that position is fragile at best. Fantastic things are afoot in Gotham right beneath your nose,” Edward insisted, “and my associates and I are here to see what she has to offer. So much filth and rot and chaos all wrapped in a pretty package of gothic architecture and urban landscaping.”

“Associates?”

“Oh, don't you worry, Richard. You are very unlikely to ever meet them as we tend to stick to our roles somewhat rigidly.”

“I need to make a phone call.” Richard interjected quickly. “Excuse me.”

Quickly retreating back to the doors of the elevator, Richard snatched his mobile from his suit pocket and quickly hit one of the numbers on his speed dial. This man, Edward, seemed to have decent connections and money to his name but he wanted to be sure before moving any further.

To his luck, his secretary picked up after only two rings.

“Hello, Richard Madison’s office. How may I direct your call?” Came a feminine droll from the other end of the line.

“Hey, Sam.” Relieved to hear a familiar voice, Richard continued. “Need you to run a quick background check for me.”

“Sure, boss.”

“Claims his name is 'Edward Nygma'. Never heard of him before but he looks like he has some decent coin behind him.”

“Okay. And where is he currently?”

“Standing inside my office.”

An audible hitch of breath.

“Okay, boss.”

Immediately on to business, Richard could hear the frantic tapping of her keyboard as she sought out the information he needed.

“The name is coming up here, boss.” As though reading from a script, Sam listed off her findings. “Edward Nygma. Business owner and entrepreneur. Apparently considered rather handsome. Worth…”

A pause.

“What?” Richard asked.

“Billions. Christ, he could put Wayne outta business. He’s absolutely loaded.”

“Billions! How have we not heard his name before?”

“He's a noted recluse. Very little personal details available here. All I can see is that his net worth is mind-blowing but the only thing he has name officially to is a production line of different types of toys.”

“Child toys?”

“Puzzle toys. For all ages and ranges.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah. It’s not a lot to go on but it’s definitely there. Good source too. He's legit.”

Hanging up with a shaking finger, Richard could smell opportunity like a shark could blood. A noted recluse worth billions, right here in his office. He could take advantage of this in a way which he and all others had been unable to do so with Bruce Wayne; a man so wrapped up in his holier-than-thou attitude that he refused to engage in any business which would dirty his hands.

Richard hated him.

Taking a deep breath, he dropped his phone back into his pocket and started to move back towards Edward. He had not moved an inch since Richard had disappeared, but his attention was wholly focused on something which was clutched between his hands. As he approached, the flash of the brightly-coloured item in Edward's palm also drew Richard's attention and he squinted as though a sharp light had accosted him.

“What's in your hands?”

Rolling the offending object between his fingers with a practised ease, Edward brought it into the space between them.

“This?” He asked. “A curious little thing. I am very fond of puzzles and I haven't seen anything quite like this before.”

Recognising the piece, Richard squinted once again.

“A rubix's cube?” He asked, incredulous.

Who is their right mind had never seen a Rubix cube before?

“Rubix cube.” Edward repeated with a look of contemplation. “After the man who created it?”

“I guess.” Confused as to what exact relevance the puzzle held to the current discussion, Richard gestured vaguely with his hands. “I don't know what this has to do with-”

“Oh, of course! Of course!” Exclaiming loudly, Edward slapped a hand good-naturedly on his knee as he smiled. “Excuse my ramblings but you must forgive an old man his pleasures.”

“Would you like a drink?”

“Watered down whisky doesn’t agree with me, Dick,” Edward declined. “And I would think a man like yourself would want to watch his health. The liver can be a tricky old thing, especially six years down the line.”

“So, what can I do for you, Mr. Nygma? I doubt this is a social call since we don’t, uh, know each other.”

“I have an opportunity which you would be a damned fool to pass up on. A new line of puzzle and magic toys, fabricated and distributed across Gotham and her sister cities.”

With Edward waving his hand around, Richard was able to catch a glimpse of his watch and found himself momentarily stunned by the beautiful timepiece and the various gemstones which were embedded within.

“Toys? Just toys? Surely we cou-”

“I have meetings today with others, including a meeting with a very interesting man named Wayne who seems to have taken a liking to my products,” Edward grinned.

Richard’s chest clenched with anger at the familiar name and he immediately backpeddled on his scepticism, “That won’t be necessary. I would love to enter into a business deal with you, Mr. Nygma. I hear you have quite the reputation.”

“I’m certain I do,” Edward replied, “and I would like to bring you onboard before I return to my other duties. $10 million would suffice as a minor investment, one which would see major returns.”

Wincing at the amount but desperate to keep the vaguely gullible and eccentric billionaire within his grasp, greed already blinding his thoughts as he imagines various ways of involving the fool with his less pleasant ventures, Richard nodded at the proposed amount.

The conversation flowed smoothly after that, discussions of timescales and proposed returns forcing Richard into the belief that he was making a smart choice. His mind focused despite the whirling nature of Edward’s demeanour; Richard felt the thrill of his greed thrumming in his veins as he catered to his latest potential cash cow.

“So, do we have a deal, Dick?”

Extending his hand with a showman smile, Edward allowed it to hang in the air between them with a sense of finality.

Willing to ignore the nickname this one time, Richard nodded once more and accepted the handshake before dropping his hand to his inner pocket. Mobile phone in hand, it took Richard less than five minutes to have the investment money wired over to Edward’s accounts – ensuring that he retained a firm copy of all Edward’s account details should anything go awry with their deal.

“This account is one of my more selective accounts and I would appreciate its use being kept on the quieter side of things. I am sure you understand,” Richard muttered with a put-on smile.

“Of course, of course! My lips are sealed.” Edward winked, placing his bowler hat atop his head with a dramatic flourish. “A silent account for a silent partner.”

His smirk actually blossoming into a genuine smile, Richard took the initiative to end their meeting.

“A pleasure, Mr Nygma. I hope to work with you again.”

Tilting his head with a wicked smirk of his own, Edward answered in kind.

“I’m sure you’ll think of our partnership often.”

x-x-x-x-x

Stepping into the familiar office of Salvatore Maroni, Richard inclined his head to the goons who remained on guard as he joined both the owner of the office and their mutual friend, Daniel Mockingbird, by taking a seat on the only available chair.

“Evening, boys. Pour me a decent one, eh, Sal?” Richard asked, inclining his empty whisky glass to Maroni. A glass which was quickly filled with amber liquid as the man in question poured him a healthy slosh of scotch.

“You’re chipy as fuck today, Richard. Balls finally drop?” Mockingbird cut in, his thick Italian accent glossing over the words with ease.

“Funny,” Richard deadpanned as he sank a gulp of the scotch, “but anyway, how has your week been gentlemen?”

“Great, I got me a new business partner and I think he’s going to be one for the books, boys,” sipping from his own glass, Maroni appeared pleased with himself as he divulged his luck to the other two.

Surprised, given his own unmade announcement, Richard inclined his hand to Maroni as he indicated for him to continue.

“Yeah, some fucking freak. Came here to ask me to partner on an investment deal for some shitty kids toys and-”

“Bullshit!” Mockingbird called out, surprising both men at the outburst. “You met with Nygma too?”

Open shock playing on his face as he watched the two speak, Richard dropped his hands to his lap as his head darted between the two like a tennis match.

“Yeah. Showed up here asking for $10 million.” Maroni confirmed.

“Fuck! Same from me.”

“Same, huh? For the toy business?”

“Yeah, for the fucking toy business. He didn’t say nothing about having other partners.” Running a hand through his slickened hair, Mockingbird was clearly unimpressed with the fact that his great deal had not been as exclusive as he thought. “Jesus Christ man, $20 million from us both. Sneaky fuc-”

“$30 million,” Richard intercut with a frown. “I also received a visitor yesterday.”

Genuinely speechless, all three men grumbled their discontent into their glasses as they observed the others with open suspicion. Their friendship was tenuous, agreements always being settled under the table to ensure that the dirt they could hold over each other was limited, and an event like this would only breed discontent.

Unable to muse for too long as his phone started vibrating madly in his pocket, Richard pulled it free with a gruff greeting as he pressed it against his ear.

“Mr. Madison, we have a problem.”

Sam. Sounding thoroughly distraught as her voice stuttered across the words.

“What is it?” Richard asked, a sinking feeling dropping his chest into his stomach.

“It’s gone, Sir. Everything. All the money from the secret account.”

His heart stuttering at the information, Richard barely noticed when both Maroni and Mockingbird picked up their own ringing mobiles.

“What the fuck do you mean it’s gone?”

“The account is empty, Sir. The $10 million transferred through to the Nygma account but the rest has disappeared. It’s gone, Sir.”

“No, no-NO!” Richard snapped, snarling his words down the phone. “You find me that money, Sam. Find it and get it back. Hunt down that fuck Nygma if you need to because I think he has something to do with it.”

Slamming his phone shut, his heart pounding in his ears as his blood pressure reached new levels, Richard zoned back into his companions to find that all hell had broken loose across both men. Maroni���s face was a stunning shade of puce as he screamed insults into his mobile while Mockingbird was speaking in Italian at record speed, his expression equally as angry.

Allowing both men the time to finish their phone calls as they went through a similar disbelieving anger to himself, Richard understood without a doubt that they had all been swindled in a similar fashion.

“What the fuck is happening?” Mockingbird hissed, throwing his glass to the floor as the scotch splashed across the carpet. “One of my private accounts has been tanked! Gutted! Fucking robbed!”

Maroni pulled his lips back into a snarl, “Same here! Fuck! The account I used yesterday. That sneaky fuck Nygma is behind this and I’m going to find him, boys.”

“Pull our resources! I’m going to kill that red-haired fuck.” Richard added with a roar.

“Red hair?” Mockingbird face was confused despite the rage, “You mean black hair? Short little fucker too, only about 5ft? Weasley as fuck.”

“What?” Squinting, Richard shook his head. “No. He was wiry with red hair, probably about my height and thin as an addicts piss. Sal?”

His voice so low that both men struggled to pick up on his exact words, Maroni growled his own description.

“Brown hair. Slicked back. Slight build on him. Had a stupid cane with him. I even got the bastard on record.”

Snatching out a voice recorder from a nearby desk drawer, Maroni fiddled with it before clicking play on the recorder as all three men stared at it with narrowed eyes.

“-an excellent choice, Mr Maroni! I admire your taste in being able to pick up on a good deal when it comes your way. So, let’s get down to business and I can be on my way. Shall we say around $10 million as an investment? With that I cou-”

His heart racing at the familiar voice, Richard saw a similar look of rage on Mockingbirds’ face as he listened to the recording.

“That’s him!” Mockingbird grunted, his fists clenched against his lap. “That’s the smart-mouthed cunt.”

“How the fuck can that be the same man we all met?” Richard asked reasonably, rage giving way to confusion. “Sure, he could wear a wig or change his clothes, but his height? He wasn’t a fucking magician. This shouldn’t be a fucking riddle. How much did he take from you?”

Directing the question to both men, the grave looks he received in response no doubt mirrored his own. If their loss was as great as his own then they were looking at an easy collective loss of over a hundred million. A hundred million dollars, gone in a puff of smoke.

All dirty.

All untraceable.

As it was designed to be.

It was a perfect theft.

“Play the bastards voice again, Sal.” Mockingbird hissed. “I want it committed to memory so I can remember to have his tongue ripped out when we catch the prick.”

Thick fingers pressing the play button of the audio recorder, Maroni startled in place as the casual conversation which had previously been loaded on the device was replaced by a loud, cackling laughter – the rising cacophony of Edward’s mirth making all three men shiver in place as something dark curled around the joyful sound and rattled them to their cores.

Richard Madison was a crook, but he was no fool, and, as Mockingbird fixed himself with the sign of the cross, Richard could not shake the furious anxiety which seared in his chest as he realised that something evil had held counsel with him in his office yesterday and that his money was gone somewhere he did not dare to follow.

[magnetokisser]

IN RAINBOWS - CHAPTER ONE

summary: mostly filler, introduction chapter to the reader and our beloved boys!

warnings: mentions of drugs earlier on, murder + death at the end

word count: 2.5k

a/n: the school system is based off my own so sorry if its a little confusing !! either way i hope u enjoy reading 🙂‍↕️ lowercase is also intended.

metropolis was horrible in the hotter months. it was only spring, so it wasn't at it worst, but once summer comes around i may have to consider an extended leave to gotham. peeling my eyes open, i ran a hand down my face as i felt around my bed for my phone. my fingers touched the cool screen of the device– at least something was somewhat cold. the screen lit up, the time reading 5:30. i sighed, looking towards my fan and wondering why i wasn't getting any air from it only to see my cat, kiwi, blocking the whole thing. not only was she blocking the fan, but she was picking at the laces of my shoes as well. i stood up and walked towards her, running my fingers through her fur and picking her up. "i need some air too, kitty." i murmured, feeling the rumbles of her purring.

i eventually put her down and went downstairs since i had to feed my dad's dog, buddy. technically i was living alone for the moment. dad was always on a business trip for something somewhere, but it's not like he was distant or anything. he was everything but distant. when he was home, he tried to hover, but he always gave up because i never did anything interesting or tried to hide anything from him. we were close, and that bond strengthened after my mother died. leading up to her death, they argued a lot. he was a person of interest for a bit, but the case was eventually closed since there were no leads. it was frustrating, but i didn't want to try to play hero. we have enough of those already.

buddy was still sleeping by the time i made my way downstairs to feed him. he was a doberman; usually my dad took him on his little business trips, but this time around he kept him home. setting his bowl down, i gently scratched behind his ears before going back upstairs to shower.

i usually took cold showers in the morning to combat the metropolis heat. they worked most of the time, but they got worse around the middle of the day. thank god it was friday. after about an hour in the shower i finally got out before quickly changing and starting my walk to school. since it was my senior year and i had already completed most of my core classes, i decided to take on an early class for the second year in a row and get out much earlier than everyone else. i start school at 7:00 while everyone else starts at 8 in exchange for only taking 4 classes and getting out at 11. since i only have four classes, i was finishing up my third year of science, doubling up on math and getting to eat lunch before leaving. i could just skip lunch if i really wanted to, but it's free food!

i wasn't necessarily the most sociable person unless someone talked to me or approached me first. that being said, i'm not a social recluse either. i have my good chunk of friends- one being closer than most, and that's laila; but that's because she's just stuck around longer. that, and she doesn't know how to do her homework on time. the second i stepped into the school, laila was next to me and matching my pace. sometimes i wondered if she could read minds, but that would mean she'd be a meta. and she was, as rude as it sounds, too gullible to be one. "hey! hey!!" she huffed, waving her hand infront of my face. she called out my name and i finally decided to look over at her, bumping my shoulder against hers. "what? if you ask me for homework help again i'm gonna have to say no. my afternoon is filled with watching twilight and sleeping." i said, giving her a cheeky smile. she grumbled to herself for a moment before letting out a guttural groan. "can't you just stick around for lunch or something and help me? you're smart! that's why you finished your classes earlier than everyone else!" and the exact reason i'm not taking electives. i sighed and shook my head, walking to my class with her.

"that's not how it works," i started, glancing at her for a mere moment, "i finished my classes earlier because i took all of my harder and more important classes freshman year. and if i remember correctly," i paused, giving her a knowing look, "somebody was too high half of the time to remember to actually come to school." i shrugged, causing her to kick me with a surprising amount of force. "shut up! can you just tutor me or not?" she begs, clasping her hands together and turning to face me as we reached my class. letting out my third sigh in the past hour, i caved and said yes. she thanked me at least fifty times before scurrying off to her class before the late bell rang.

my first class was astronomy, which wasn't as interesting as it sounded. if you didn't get it confused with astrology, you knew what you were expecting. i was expecting math, but not this much math. it was tedious, but i had to deal with it. it wasn't terrible, but i didn't necessarily like it either.

the teacher droned on for most of the class period, pacing around the classroom to make sure that nobody was on their phone or sleeping. he called on me a few times, unfortunately. the old geezer managed to catch me off guard a few times with some of the questions, but it was whatever. class had ended before i knew it.

my next two classes were both math classes, sadly. my whole school day seemed to be filled with math other than the singular english class i was taking right before lunch. it was a writing class, so it was bearable enough. i enjoyed writing, actually. though, that was only when i didn't have writers block. that, and the teacher was one of the few teachers who wasn't grumpy and mad at the students because his life was going horribly. he cared for each and every one of his students, though not overbearingly.

my astronomy teacher had a stick up his ass every other day for no reason at all– he cheated on his dying wife and often liked to make fun of her infront of the class. no one laughed. my math teachers, both female (and related) were lighthearted and funny. they made the classroom atmosphere calm and you wouldn't feel embarrassed to get an answer wrong. my english teacher, like i said before, was my favorite. maybe it was because i've had him all four years of highschool, but it seemed i was a mirror of himself when i was his age.

upon walking into the classroom, he greeted me with my name and a smile. "it's nice to see you've finally caught up on sleep. you finish supernatural yet?" he asks, taking a jab at my poor sleep schedule. "no, not yet. and hey, i get more than enough sleep." i huff, setting my bag down and sitting in the second chair by his desk. he'd never admit it, but he put the second chair here for me. he said it was for the students he'd have help grade papers. (aka me.)

"what are we doing today? another essay?" i ask, spinning around slowly. "no, actually," he says, stopping my spinning so he could sit in his own chair, "i've decided to be nice teacher for a bit and let you guys watch a movie. nothing special, just make sure to pay enough attention to write a theme analysis once it's over. it should take up the whole week." he explained, causing me to sigh. "okay, whatever man." i shrug, standing up and moving the chair out of the way. i go to sit in my own seat and play on my phone for the remainder of the class, having already seen the movie.

the bell finally rang, and i watched as the students in my class ran through the door to get to their next destination. some were going to lunch while some were going their next class. i waved goodbye to my teacher and made my way to the library where i saw laila waiting for me. she beamed at me and was quick to wave me over– a bit too happy. sitting down, i gave her a once over before looking around to make sure no one was in earshot. "are you fucking high dude?" i whisper, furrowing my brows at her. she fell into a fit of giggles, leaning her body into my own. her eyes were the slightest shade of red, but it was nothing too noticable.

"i'm not..maybe." she whispered as i pushed her off of me. "drink some water. you still have three more classes after this." i said, grabbing her waterbottle from her bag. she murmured something along the lines of 'okay, mom.' under her breath before begrudgingly downing her whole water. i spent the entirety of lunch babysitting my friend.

the moment the bell rang, i abandoned laila with her boyfriend and was off to my humble abode. since it was only about 11:15, i decided to get my homework out of the way before lounging around with kiwi and buddy. maybe i'd take him on a walk tomorrow, i don't know yet.

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walking in the door, i was pleasantly surprised to be greeted by kiwi and buddy. kiwi purred as she rubbed herself against my legs, presumably waiting for me to take off my shoes so she could ruin them once more. buddy on the other hand sat patiently as he waited for me to come pet him and tell him he could act like an normal dog. "jeez, buddy. what does dad do to you?" i asked, petting his head gently as kiwi snuck off with one of my shoes. i set my bag down and went to go change before returning to the kitchen and doing my homework. it was only around noon, so i had some time to kill before school got out. i let out a short whistle as i sat on the couch and watched as buddy raced over to me with enough speed to make my school's track team jealous. he was more than happy to sit next to me while i watched whatever piqued my interest at the moment. i ended up finding a movie to watch; it was an older movie, but i didn't mind. it was worth watching.

by the time the movie ended, buddy was restless and ready to take a walk. he let out a mixture between a bark and a whimper, ushering me to get up. "okay, okay," i chuckled, standing up and grabbing his leash and hooking it onto his collar. i slipped on a pair of slides before letting him out and locking the door behind me. i usually wasn't the one to take buddy on walks– that was my dad's job, and i know the dog got plenty when he went on business trips. speaking of my dad, i decided to call him and see what he was doing.

he finally picked up after a few rings, and i could hear his voice call out my name. "what's up, sweetheart?" he asks, messing around with something in the background. "nothing, just wanted to call and see what you were up to." i said, stopping so buddy could use the bathroom. "oh, you know," he paused, grunting as he lifted something, "just work stuff. what'cha doin? i hear birds; you outside?" he questions. "walking buddy. he misses you." i say, nearing the park. "oh, good. well, i've gotta go. i'll be home soon sweetheart, i promise." he promises, bidding me goodbye. i sigh and tuck my phone in my pocket, going into the dog park portion of the, well, human park? unhooking buddy's collar, i watch as the black dog runs off to go roll around in the grass and use up all of his energy. after a bit of me sitting on a bench and scrolling on my phone, a black great dane sauntered in and immediately ran over to me. he began to sniff at me, giving me pleading eyes as if asking me to pet him.

"hey, bud.." i smiled, scratching behind his ears. someone walked up to me and cleared their throat, causing me to look up. it was a boy with olive skin and black hair, with green eyes that tied everything together. "is this your dog?" i ask, offering him a small smile. why does he look so familiar?

"yes." he says, keeping it short. okay, wow? "uh..well, what's his name?" i ask, feeling the dog rest his head on my lap. seemingly begrudgingly, he gives me his name. "titus." he grumbles, his gaze falling on the dogs head in my lap. "it fits." i say, continuing to smile at him. before the conversation can get any more awkward, yet another boy walks over. "hi! sorry about him." he says, shoving the first boy to the side a bit so he could stand infront of me instead. jesus, they were tall.

"i'm sorry about titus, too. he likes to meet new people." the boy says, adjusting his glasses. behind those glasses are vibrant blue eyes that sit against beige skin with a head of fluffy black hair. "oh, it's okay," i say, lifting titus' head as buddy trots over to me so i can stand up, "what's your name?" i ask, wishing to know the name of my savior. "my name is jon! and this," he pauses, pointing a thumb back at his friend. "is damian." he finishes with a smile. "very fitting names." i say, stealing a glance at the raven haired boy behind him. i gave jon my name before putting buddy's leash back on. "it was nice meeting you, but i have to go. he'll fall asleep on the sidewalk if i don't get him home soon." i laugh, rubbing buddy's side as i waved at them. "i hope to see you around! byee!" jon called after me, turning and saying something to damian after i was put of earshot.

as i walked home, i still couldnt help but feel like damian looked and sounded familiar. i brushed it off and let buddy inside first after unlocking the door and went upstairs to change into my pajamas. turning on the tv, i held kiwi in my lap as i brushed her while the news anchor went on and on about a kitchen fire when the breaking news came on. i looked up, feeling kiwi nibble at my hand as i listened to the woman speak.

"it seems after six grueling years, the serial killer  known as the sundown slasher has struck again. known for skinning the faces of their victims, after sundown and earning their namesake, another body has popped up once again.."

i sighed and muted the TV, looking down at kiwi. i hated this. he was part of the reason my dad had cameras in and outside of the house. for a little bit  of my childhood i was sure the sundown slasher had killed my mom. but once the case went cold, i pushed the thought to the back of my head. shutting off my lamp, the TV was the only thing illuminating my room as kiwi and i laid down. i quickly sent a text to my dad before turning on some random cartoon and slowly dozing off.

[theyellowhedgehog]

Exchange me happiness Part 2 (2/2)

Part 1, Part 2

2024 Fanfic prompt Bingo : Peter Pan

Summary

Dick is the manifestation of adult's will to stay a child forever. In other word, he's a young god. However, due to the nature of his manifestation from the adult desire to say a child, he is not as powerful as other gods. And little dick wish to become a real child.

So to fulfill his wish, his guardian fairies, Tim and Steph, went to find a shadow of a dead human child. Whom just happened to be Bruce Wayne's dead son's.

Tim and Steph has been stealing human children's shadow for many thousand of year to make Dick feel like a real boy, however they do not cause the death of each boy.

#part 2 #dick is a small god # mystical #Tim and Steph are fairies #tired parents Tim and Steph # Jason is robin, he's dead here #Peter pan

A/N : I recommend reading the first part because you would get confused without it. But you do you.

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The small god escaped along with the boy shadow. Both arrived to Gotham to a place where light and noise are busting.

Dick's eyes lighted up when he saw what he only see in books.

"Look! It's the carnival! This is the first time I ever saw one in real life!" They went of trail of their original journey to Jason's home.

The shadow boy tried everything and struggle to get them back of track but what could he do? His existence was just darkness of a light source.

Dick bounced to one stall to another, "Jason, look! It's an elephant plushie!" He pointed to an elephant plushie. "I have two just like that Sitka and Elinore! Sitka is pink while Elinore is purple. Both of them are super soft!"

"I have the same shirt as this one too!" He pointed to a purple shirt with graphic tee of Ghost rider. "Steph brought it back for me!"

"Oh! Batman!" Dick shouted excitedly, Jason's shadow froze at the mention of the name, but only to realize Dick was talking about figurines.

"Tim brought one back for me, he also brings back figures of earth's heroes." Dick looked down and whispered to the his shadow, "I think he's a bit of a fangirl of heroes. He act like he brought them back for me but all of them went missing after a day or two." Dick squatted close to the ground to tell the shadow a secret, "But I know he took them. Because I saw him having a tea party with the heroes figurines in the dollhouse last month."

As Dick started retelling the stories about him,Stephanie and Tim, Jason stopped struggling. The dead boy unconsciously thought, you said you wants parents, but I'm pretty sure Tim and Stephanie ARE your parents.

Their off trail led them to an ice cream store as Dick excitedly browse the different color carton. "I want this," he pointed to the ones with every color of the rainbow mixed.

The girl looked at him and around him, "Hey buddy, where's your parents?"

Dick looked up kinda annoyed, "I don't have one."

The girl awkwardly apologised, "Oh, I'm sorry." Jason saw the girl looked at Dick pitifully, "What flavor would you like? it's on me."

Dick grinned like he struck gold, "I want this!"

Just when the girl was about to give Dick the ice cream, someone put a hand on Dick's shoulder. Jason saw it was a man in this thirty, stubble beard and looked so shabby.

"Oh, you don't have to," he said to the girl as he handed a couple of dollars to her, "He's lying. I'm his guardian."

The girl accepted the money and momentarily in silence, "Oh..." She checked out the man from head to toes. The man snatched the ice cream from her hand and give it to Dick as he ushered him away, "Let's go little man. No more lying to get ice cream."

Jason's senses are tingling with danger as he tried his best to stop Dick from going along with the shabby man. Nonetheless, Dick doesn't sense danger at all.

Jason looked back to the girl and sighed in relief when he saw the girl on a called, probably the police, as she doesn't take her eyes off the man.

The man lead them out to a dark alley, a car parked there.

Dick followed the man to his car with the ice cream spoon in his mouth. "Where are we going mister?"

The man smiled at the young god, "Your home of course. Now remind me where you live again?"

Dick listlessly said, "The wayne manor."

The man's eyes lit up like he struck gold, "Oh, is that so? Now get on in. I'll take you home."

No! Run! Jason struggled to get off Dick's feet. Tried anchoring his shadow hands to the ground, but despite his desperate attempt to get Dick away from the car, the young god kept going.Jason is dead. His heart shouldn't lighten up this much when he saw a flash of cap on the rooftop from the corner of his consciousness.

Batgirl!

Batgirl was searching for her clues about Jason's lost shadow. She was out all night. Just as she was on her way back, from the corner of her eyes she saw something out of place.

A shadow that wasn't following the law of physic. More suspiciously, a boy along with a shabby man. Batgirl didn't hesitate to jump down on the roof of the car. Creating a massive dent.

The man, frightened by the appearance of the vigilante back away, and tried running. He didn't have a chance when he tripped and it was an easy catch for batgirl.

After tying up the man and reporting to the police, she turned around to find the child now gone.

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The absence of Dick went unnoticed, by Tim when he came to check on the boy, thinking he was still asleep. Tim was deceived by the oldest form of trick in the book, pillows and blanket in the form of a sleeping person.

It was until some time past breakfast time, that Stephanie noticed that Dick had been sleeping in the same position.

Then they finally realised the boy they suppose to look after is missing. Unlike the thousand times of panic before, this time, they went straight to where Dream of the Endless was.

Both butts raised high as they grovell not daring to look eye-level with Morpheus the Endless.

"Unfortunately, the trouble maker is not with me." Morpheus lightly replied. "However,"the Endless paused slightly, "I do know he is safe, sound asleep somewhere."

"Th-Thank you, your all mightiness," Tim and Stephanie both replied. No matter, how many times they have to come retreat Dick from the Dreaming, both of them still fear him, not daring to look at him directly.

As both the fairies were about to walk away, "Fairies," Morpheus voice stopped both of them on their track. Immediately return to their grovelling form before replying to the Dreaming. "Yes, your all mightiness?"

Morpheus took a good look at them, "Look up," Tim and Stephanie immediately obeyed the all being. Morpheus's white eyes were staring at them eerily. He paused for a long while, making the two fairies quivering in fear and anxiety, their eyes darting everywhere but his face, trying their best to not look at him in fear.

The Dreaming sighed softly, "Nothing, just..." he raised his white pale arm, fingers extended to the two fairies stopped just inches away.

Both fairies jumped in fright seeing the All mighty being on his knee in front of them. Within a second, The Dreaming stood up and turned away, "Thank you for your service, looking after the 'Will of wanting to be a child.' till now."

Tim and Steph looked at each other confused, and thanked Dream the Endless quickly, and exited the realm.

Morpheus the Endless closed his white eyes and sighed at what was about to occur.

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Steph held the sock Dick wore yesterday in triumph, "Sniff," she shoved the dirty sock in Tim's face.

"You lost him this time, you sniff!" Stephanie rejected Tim's excused before he could even start.

They both arrived to the human world, to a old dark manor.

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Bruce was sitting on the sofa of the living room. Wasn't he supposed to be grieving his lost son? Bruce thought as he listless stared at the black haired, blue eyes child sitting on the sofa across from him, scarfing down milk and cookies.

"You were saying my dead son's shadow is attached to you?" Bruce repeated like a parrot.

Was he hit with a drug and wasn't aware of it?

Bruce looked down at the shadow to see it act completely different from what the physical form of the boy is doing. The shadow was struggling to get close to Bruce.

Bruce was about to asked Alfred if he was delirious, but seeing the wide eyed butler, Bruce concluded Alfred is also seeing what he was seeing.

Now the problem was, how was he going to handle this?

"What is your purpose? What do you want when you decided to return my son's shadow?"

Dick kicked his feet playfully with mouthful of cookies, "I-, wan-," He finished chewing and swallowed, "I want to become a real boy!"

Bruce paused, "I cannot make you a real boy, I do not possess any of the power to grant your wish."

"I know!" Dick replied cheerfully, "I do not need you to grant me my wish, I have a way!" He raised his forefinger up and dropped it to point dramatically at Bruce, "I want you to be my dad!"

Bruce, Alfred even Jason's shadow all froze.

"What?"

"That's my deal." Dick crossed his arms and said in a smart manner. "If you want your son's shadow back, you must agree to be my dad!"

Bruce was about to reject the deal, but stopped when he saw Jason's shadow trying his best to come to him. A father's heart break at the scene.

Finally, the father agreed. "Fine. I will agree."

"Okay!"Dick jumped cheerfully on the sofa. He bent down to untie the threat but stopped to look at the grieving father.

"Would you like to hug him one last time before I untie the threads?"

"What?" Bruce asked in confusion.

"When I untie the threads that bound me to Jason, he would not be able to interact with you anymore." Dick stood back up, and opened his arms, Jason's shadow doing the same, "So, would you like to hug Jason one last time?" The manifested will repeated.

Bruce broke in tears when he saw the shadow of this little boy waiting for him with open arms, "Yes," the father choked on his word, "I would like to hug my son."

Physically Bruce hugged the child god of a manifasted will but his shadow was hugging his son.

"I'm sorry, I let you down, Jason. I'm sorry I arrived too late, son." He whispered as he hug the child god. The hug and last conversation lasted for a whole minute before Dick grew uncomfortable and shrugged the father off.

But a minute was all Bruce and Jason needed. The shadow of Jason now grew calm and nodded to his father's direction, making a heart shape with both is hands.

Dick untie the threads and Jason's shadow return to his owner at peace.

"Now," just as Dick started, two glowing ball of light flew into the child god, causing him fall back into the sofa.

Bruce and Alfred immediately became alert, until their eyes adjusted enough to see that two tiny forms with wings.

"Ow! Ow!" the child god yelled as each fairy on each side of his ear, twisting it and scolding him.

To Dick, they were full blown angry scolding while to Bruce and Alfred it was angry and aggressive ringing of small bells.

Dick fanned his hands to escape from the angry fairies and flew behind Bruce. "Guys, you do not have to worry anymore!" His hands rest on Bruce's shoulder, "He has accepted to be my dad!"

The child god excitedly announced, while the two fairies finally fall quiet. What Dick said caused Tim to faint due to the nonsense the boy was spouting, while Steph was the one who caught him as they descend onto the sofa surface.

"Um..." Bruce looked at the scene in front of him, "...Are they your parents?"

"No! Of course not!" Dick denied, ignoring Tim and Steph uncandy silent.

He turned back to see Tim and Steph standing on the sofa facing him, "Look guys," Dick soften his voice, "You guys always know I always wanted to be a real boy right? And real boy have mom and dad that look like him right? Look!" he gestured to Bruce that have the same shade of blues and black hair as him.

"I can now be a real boy!" Dick enthusiastically explained while both the fairies just stared at the excited boy, and their gaze landed on Bruce.

Blue eyes and Black hair.

Stephanie unconsciously cover her own pair of blue eyes and Tim his ebony hair.

Among both of them, Tim was the first to argue back, "I have black hair! Stephanie has blue eyes! I could be also be a dad to you, Dick!" He flew up to the face of the boy. Tim pointed back to the blond fairy who was still daze from what Dick said a few moment ago.

"And Stephanie," Tim yelled at their child god they look after, "She can be a mother you never had! We looked after you since you-!"

"But you weren't like me!" Dick yelled back, sliencing Tim.

Dick glared at the fairy and pushed Tim back with his pointer finger, the tiny fairy stagger back mid air, "You and Steph were made to look after me! You are not like me!"

Tim and Stephanie looked helplessly as Dick hugged Bruce.

"I want him to be my dad..." Dick burried his face into Bruce's shoulders. Bruce instictly hugged the sad boy.

"I... will take care of him," Bruce faced the fairies sincerely, as if asking permission from the parents with reassurance.

Tim slowly descended to where Stephanie was. Both of them looked at each other for a second. Finally both nodded.

Seeing this, Dick face lit up. He flew up the air to celebrate, all hands and feet sprawling out like a star.

"Great!" Dick took a hold of his new father's hand, "We must go to make me a real boy!" He took Bruce and jumped to another dimension leaving Alfred behind with the two fairies.

Tim took Steph's wrist as both flew up following their child god.

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Tim and Steph followed to arrive at where Dream the Endless was resting. Dick and Bruce were already there. Three of them looked at where the fairies arrived.

"Tim! Steph!"Dick waved at them from sitting on the lap of The Dreaming.

This time, Tim and Stephanie were not grovelling in front of the Endless, not once did their eyes left the form of their child god.

Both walked a distance closer to the Endless but stopped a few feet away. Their hands held tightly as each other's only support.

Tim daringly looked at the eyes of the all mighty Dream of the Endless but looked away just mere second after.

The only noise was from the child god who was excited to finally became a real human boy.

The Dreaming said to the manisafed will, "If you want to become a real child, you will have to relinquish your right to godhood."

"Oka-!"

"Listen!" It was the first time Morpheus had raised his voice at Dick. The child's eyes was filled with tears instantly and flew into Bruce's embrace for comfort.

Morpheus soulless eyes soften just a bit, "If you wish to become a real boy, you will have to relinquish your godhood, you ability to fly, your home in this realm and your..." Morpheus looked at a distance to the two fairies who were holding each other hands willing themselves not to shed tears.

Dick peeked at Morpheus from Bruce's embrace and murmured, "I am willing. I want to be a real boy. "

Morpheus shut his soulless eyes, "Fine," he whispered under his breath, "Your dream...shall come true."

In an instant, Dick and Bruce returned to the human world, to the same living room.

Dick jumped down from Bruce's arms. He tried flying but was very excited when he can no longer fly. He hugged Bruce, "Dad!" he called to the man, his eyes shining in eagerness.

"I finally have a father!" Dick said out loud, "Did you see, Tim? Steph?" He looked back.

Paused in confusion when he saw no one. His arms that were hugging Bruce dropped to his side slowly, "Tim, Steph?" the ordinary boy-child called out to his fairies again but no rings returned his question.

"...Timothy?...Stephanie?..."

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Back to the realm,

Morpheus knelt down to scoop up the two fairies in his hands, "You have served your master well. You may now rest, Stephanie and Timothy."

What is a fairy without its master? A knight without an oath? A follower without a god?

They were nothing.

Therefore, they shall return to their beginning.

Morpheus never took his eyes off the fairies as they turned back into pixie dust they once were before. The Dreaming watched as the pixie dust fell through his fingers and mixed with the sand in his realm.

"Rest well... my fairies."

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This took longer than expected. but phew done. I think 2024 fanfic bingo is coming to an end. because I start to dry up my well of motivation and exams are near. I will put in on hold for now.

Also my drawing of them, their clothings are bad but its the sense that count.

[dcrarecharacterexchange]

Initial Pinch Hits

Pinch hits #1 - #4 (DC Rare Character Exchange 2025)

"In gift exchanges, especially in exchange fandom, each participant is due a fanwork from another participant. A pinch hit is a fanwork produced for a request that's in need of fulfilment either because there were no offers that matched to it or because the participant assigned the request defaulted." - Fanlore.org

To claim a pinch hit, send a message to sashene or howsthisforausername on Discord or dcrarecharacterexchange@protonmail.com with the pinch hit's number and your AO3 username.

The gifted work should be a new, complete story in English that is at least 1000 words long or a piece of artwork that is at least a clean, finished line art on unlined paper. The deadline for the exchange is April 15th 10:00 PM UTC. More details can be found in the autoao3 link.

Pinch Hit #1 Onomatopoeia (DCU Comics), Grant Wilson (DCU Comics), Calvin Rose (Batman - All Media Types), Dorian Chase (Nightwing Comics), Felipe Garzonas (Batman - All Media Types), Slade Wilson (My Adventures With Superman) https://autoao3app.fandom.tools/#/DC_Rare_Character_Exchange_2025/user/meaninglessblah

Pinch Hit #2 Earth-1 Grant Wilson (Arrowverse), Dionysus "Dion" (Legends of Tomorrow), Earth-X Leonard "Leo" Snart (Legends of Tomorrow), Bernard Fitzmartin (Titans TV), Monty (Dead Boy Detectives TV), Cat King (Dead Boy Detectives TV) https://autoao3app.fandom.tools/#/DC_Rare_Character_Exchange_2025/user/Alicelikesgravity

Pinch Hit #3 Mia "Maps" Mizoguchi (Gotham Academy), Pomeline Fritch (Gotham Academy), Kyle Mizoguchi (Gotham Academy), Colton Rivera (Gotham Academy), Olive Silverlock (Gotham Academy), Bernhard "Buddy" Baker (Animal Man), Ellen Frazier Baker (Animal Man), Maxine Baker (Animal Man), Cliff Baker (Animal Man), Adam Strange (Young Justice Cartoon), Tara Markov (Teen Titans Animated), Crazy Jane (Doom Patrol TV), John Bowers (Doom Patrol TV) https://autoao3app.fandom.tools/#/DC_Rare_Character_Exchange_2025/user/RaaorQtpbpdy

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[pokespe-rainbow]

I wake up feeling inspirated!

Soooo, there I was, just scrolling Peter Parker in Gotham ao3 fanfics, one in which he could actually kick ass (because apparently Tom Holland's Peter Parker can't kick ass for the sake of the plot) and like a fever dream I remembered have watching the Batman vs Tmnt movie like... IDK... Months ago... Two years..? Anyways, everything is blurry so I went searching Batman vs Tmnt content

My memories are as foggy as a regular morning in England until I found some X Reader fanfics, and I get it, just a movie, one movie and half the attention goes to Batman. An actual small Fandom, but I got infuriated with the Leo beats Ra's Al Ghuls ass and for a moment I thinked, damn, the fanfic potential, if onky I wasn't lazy enough to write my own? Hold up, I can.

Has been running in my head rent free the idea of Reader (or any of the turtles) fucking dying, actually, brutally dying and when the group is mourning comes Shredder as the bastard he is, steals the body and calmly goes to his new business buddy Ras Al Ghul and he's like "Bro, would you let me put this dead ass bitch in your weird glowing water and in exchange I'll give you part of my own weird shit, deal?" (He's talking abiut mutagen isbsomr of you even doubt it )And Ras full-name-too-long-to-write-with-this-damn-board gives a thumbs up and says "Cool idea, but if you mind if I turn this one into a killing machine?" And Shredder is like "The more traumatized the better" and goes to steal a mutagrn truck.

And there you go, a Rage Pit induced loved one for angst potential and guilt triping your favorite characters. Who doesn't love angst?

Gotta go write something before my impulsive sparkling vanish

[necarion]

Plot points from the Ankh-Moorpork / Gotham merger:

Lady Sybil starts a charity for Gotham's sewer alligators. Vimes is quite pleased that his home now has moat alligators because it keeps the assassins away. He wishes Killer Croc would change his name. But he makes an amazing nanny for the swamp dragons and that makes Sybil happy, which makes Vimes happy.

Somehow Nobby is the most bribed officer in the watch. Nobody knows what happens to the money. But Nobby has never arrested any of the criminal masterminds so obviously it's working.

Nobby persuades Bane to join his Morris dancing group. Bane does indeed wear the bells.

Three-way antagonistic relationship between Batman/Vetinari/Vimes. Vimes knows who Batman is immediately of course. He can see through the Bruce Wayne facade toward the guy who really cares. And still hates his guts.

Wayne Manor ends up stuck right next to Vimes' mansion. This means Vimes has to get invited to all the Wayne parties. This is Alfred fucking with Vimes; Bruce can't get Vimes uninvited because Alfred goes mysteriously deaf. And Vimes can't avoid the parties because Alfred is smart enough to sent the invitations to Sybil.

Somehow Carrot ends up as Robin. Absolutely nobody is confused about his secret identity and nobody wants to do anything. He wears the traditional Robin, boy wonder, outfit. It looks exactly as you expect. There is also an unsubstantiated rumor that he's somehow the heir to like 3 different major crime families. He might also be Superman pretending to be Robin as a really bad disguise.

Instead of on Batman, the Riddler fixates on Fred Colon. Cheery Littlebottom is doing all (not very hard) riddle solving for him. Everyone involved (including Vimes, Batman, and the Riddler are satisfied with this dynamic).

Granny Weatherwax ends up visiting some week when the Joker is back on his bullshit. Things go as badly for him as you'd expect. And then Nanny somehow persuades him to move to Lancre where he is pitting himself against the Witch population and not really doing any harm to anyone anymore.

Poison Ivy gets adopted as one of the witches, who are impressed by "headology for plants". Zetanna is also a no-brainer addition to the club.

Two Face ends up retiring after attempting to bring the wizards to justice for crimes against reality. His coin keeps landing on edge. Except for the time he tries it on the Librarian. Except the Librarian picked his pocket at the start of the exchange, and starts flipping the coin in a way that (a) looks in theory like he's just admiring the shiny thing and (b) is deeply threatening coming from a 200 lb sack of muscles.

Mr. Freeze and Ponder Stibbons end up as pretty amicable colleagues.

Clayface spends a lot of time with the Golems. Nobody is sure what they get up to, but it keeps him out of trouble.

Angua has this inexplicable urge to charge straight for Selina Kyle every time they're in a room together, and is constantly growling at her under her breath. Angua doesn't notice the growling. Selina thinks it's a come-on from Angua and kinda hot. Angua is super straight and does not understand what the heck is going on, other than that she generally dislikes Selina (for her slightly shifty attitude, and that she always smells like cats). The only person who has this dynamic fully figured out is Bruce who thinks it's hilarious.

Sacharissa Cripslock and Lois Lane become correspondence buddies. William de Worde becomes self-proclamed rival to Perry White. Both of them are friends with Clark, and neither suspect anything.

Moist von Lipwig, on the other hand, meets Clark at a random party and IDs him immediately. One of these days he's going to blackmail Superman. Yup, definitely eventually. Because he's that type of scoundrel. He also has Bruce figured out, and he's not stupid enough to even *think* about trying that.

The Nac Mac Feegle end up in the Penguin's gang. This is the most serious increase in petty larceny Gotham has seen in decades.

I bet Vetinari could fix Gotham. Mostly because he would create a Supervillains Guild, then sit back and watch them destroy each other with petty in-house politics.

[thenerdiestmanalive]

Nygmobblepot before 3x07 

@gothambuddyexchange gift for the wonderful @irisbleufic!

Thanks for being such an amazing person and writer :) Happy hallowen :D

[britisharks]

for @fictionalgrieving <3

[shirl85]

Here I am with my fanart for the @gothambuddyexchange yay! :-D My buddy was @alias-afta that asked for a scene with Ivy and Oswald, chillin in an aviary-greenhouse mix with tea and hummingbirds around them! It was soo funny to wrote you during this months and organize this fanart for you, I hope you like it!

[gobblepotstew]

Jimjam and Ozzy

For @gothamsgayestbird For the Gotham Buddy Exchange

Prompt: Fall Leaves for Gobblepot Halloween 2017 (felt appropriate). I hope you like it! @gothambuddyexchange