#kryptonite poisoning

[whumpypepsigal]

Whumptober 2023 | No. 2

Alternative prompt: Betrayal

Titans s03e11: “I had no choice.”

@whumptober @whumptober-archive

[doctorslippery]

My dirty mind went a different way before reading the tags, involving She-Hulk and Professor Xavier. I'll go sit in timeout and think about what I've done.

kryptonite poisoning

[arjudy224]

The Intern: Outreach Gala

Another uneventful day for Gotham's environmental intern...

Prequel: Death of a family

The Intern: Day one

The Intern: The Laughing Fish

The Intern: Busy Work

The Intern: Outreach Gala

The Intern: Visiting an old friend

The Intern: Chemical Valley

The Intern: Billionaire Boys Club

Gotham's public library appears unrecognizable under the cloak of night. Broad leaves shroud the outside exterior of the Gothic pillars while ivy cascades down the large door frames. Harris raises an eyebrow.

"How many forests do you think Wayne destroyed in his quest to save the planet?" He questions with a smirk.

Each grey hair is perfectly gelled out of his face. Ditching his glasses for the occasion, Dr. Harris may actually care about tonight's guests. The bouncer outside the door seemed to think the dress code was not a laughing matter.

Taking his extended arm, I roll my eyes. The security guy nods to the two of us as we walk through the door.

"Professor, if you keep saying things like that Gordon's going to question your stances on Gotham's resident Eco-terrorist. " I whisper with a smile. "....but at least 12."

Thanks to the joint collaboration between Wayne Industries, Goth-corp, and the Gotham Department of Environmental Protection. Gotham City is hosting its first Environmental Outreach Gala for the nearby tri-state area. Unfortunately for me, they saddled the newest intern to do all the heavy lifting. Young joints and all that jazz. At least I got an invite. The invites ran out before the IT guy could get one. Poor Eddie.

My heart flutters a little bit as a realization hits me. I’m actually here… surrounded by giants in clean energy and the scientific community alike. Award-winning journalists... All for the future of our planet. Passing my reflection, I smile thinking of how far I’ve come from that little river rat back at home.

A figure in the corner of my eye draws my thoughts away from the Grandma debrief. Dick Grayson, the Billionaire’s son, charms the group of ladies by his side. I take a mental note to find time to talk to him when there isn’t such a big crowd. It's been a long time since we last spoke.

The walls echo with the idle chatter coming from the rich socialites of Gotham. Waiters in tuxedos maneuver silently with a tray of champagne flutes in each hand. Considering, that most environmental professionals wear cargo pants from the early 2000s to work... the dress code was definitely a choice. I scan the room for familiar faces. Gordon flashes me a smile from across the room. I nod back. The Mayor works his way around the room with a large smile. It must be an election year.

My throat gets tight. I'm not ready for this. Looking to my right, I find that Dr. Harris has vanished into the crowd.

"Y/N L/N?" A voice calls distracting me from my nerves.

A well-dressed man strolls over. Something about him puts me on edge. Maybe it's his wicked smile or the large emerald ring on his outstretched hand. He walks with an easy air of confidence.

"Lex Luthor."

My heart does a little tap dance in my chest. The tight fabric of my rental dress makes it hard to breathe. I shake his hand politely. The party-goers go quiet around us. From the corner of my eye, Lois Lane, an investigative reporter from Metropolis, shoves through the crowd. So much for being a fly on the wall.

"I recently worked with a Professor of yours. She had a lot to say about your graduate proposal."

This cannot be happening. Memories of those long fights in the lab flash in the back of my mind. Mr. Luthor's cat-like gaze observes my reaction curiously.

I cover my face in embarrassment. That woman deserves hate mail. I could have at least been asked to type or spell-check it beforehand.

"To be frank, I originally chose the topic to get a rise outta her. Dr. Hendrix had me doing dishes for 3 weeks straight after I accidentally messed up a sample, so I wrote a proposal I knew she wouldn't like."

When I finally uncover my face, Luthor stares down at me with an amused grin.

"Even so. I'd like to discuss potential funding opportunities in Metropolis. If this is something you would think up out of boredom, I'd love to see what you can do when you put your mind to it."

That brings a smile to my face.

"Really? Everyone who I've brought it up to has been apprehensive about researching Kryptionian radiation.

"We need more scientists to ask questions Ms. L/N. Even the ones, that people don't want to know the answer to. "

The sullen green glow draws my eye once again to Mr. Luthor's ring finger... Wait, that's not an emerald. That's Kryptonite.

"Is this a personal interest of yours?" I ask slowly glancing between his eyes and his ring.

"In some ways."

An unspoken conversation occurs when he notices my acknowledgement of his strange choice of jewelry. The silence only creates more questions. Why would you wear something you know is irradiated?

"I hope to hear from you soon." Mr. Luthor concludes after handing me a business card, "There is always a spot at Lexcorp for a future scientist with your talents."

I stand there in silence watching him leave. The sleek modern design of the card lists only the bare essentials: his name, office address, and contact information in silver lettering.

Four hours ago, I was hauling boxes for the decorating committee. Huh. A nearby waiter offers a champagne flute from the tray. Respectfully, I turn them down. This dress costs more than my rent.

“Oh no. Thank you. I am… working.”

"Does work-life balance not apply to interns?” A voice interrupts.

I try not to roll my eyes at the "intern" comment. The constant reminders of my status are getting old. Starting at his perfectly buffed dress shoes, my gaze drags along the fabric of his black designer suit. Dick Grayson sure does like to make an entrance. With his dark curls and friendly blue eyes, his familiar smile knocks over my defenses. Sipping on his drink, he waits for my response with a teasing grin. His energy is contiguous. I ignore his question to ask my own instead.

“Has anyone told you that you tend to appear out of nowhere?”

His striking eyes light up with a mischievous glint.

“You have no idea.” He laughs, "It's nice to see you back in Gotham. It's been a long time."

"It has. From the rumors, you have been up to quite a bit of trouble." I joke gesturing to the envious eyes from across the room.

He raises a curious eyebrow.

“Good things I hope?”

Glancing around the room, I ignore the dozen eyes staring daggers in my direction. Academia can be such a bitch.

“Nothing too crazy: a few murders, unfounded accusations, and you might be an alien?”

Dick grimaces while tilting his head ever so slightly. He swirls his drink, yet doesn't take a sip.

“Sounds about right. Anything you believe? “

I pause... Do I play coy?

“I’m not sure an alien could do a quadruple summersault.”

Something flashes in his eyes that I don’t quite understand. For a moment, I wonder if I should have held my tongue. His suspicion morphs into the first genuine smile I've seen all evening.

“You’ve kept tabs on me Y/N.”

Before I can respond, a scream causes the ballroom to descend into chaos. Vines shoot out from under the floorboards while the native plants start attacking the guest. A woman with flaming red hair paces the floor. Her vines wrap around each person one by one…. A thorny bush springs out of a fallen leaf snagging my delicate rental dress.

Dammit Pamela. We talked about this.

Glancing at the bartender's horrified expression, I frown.

“I change my mind. I’ll have that drink now.”

[wisteriavines]

“You’re my kryptonite.”

“You did not just say I am so toxic to your health that me staying in your life could kill you. Is this your way of breaking up with me!?”

[momachan]

"Bat-rope? -Bungee. Ready?... That scream. -On it. -I'm done treating you gently, Isley. -And as for you, you monster-- Get away from my friend!"

Batman/Superman: World's Finest (2022) Vol. 1.

[officialbruciewayne]

PSA:

As a general rule, do not keep unshielded Kryptonite on your person, or in your person.

It may not be capable of harming your species, but in breaking news, we are not the only people who live on this planet. If you think twice before releasing poisonous gas into a room full of people, think twice here.

The most common variety of this mineral - green - is agonizingly lethal to an endangered, dying people who came here for refuge and acceptance. The genocidal undertones are sickening.

[mattzerella-sticks]

Legitimate question - since Superman technically has an allergy to Kryptonite would an epipen full of liquidated lead provide him with enough relief and protection after exposure he can search for actual safety?

[rxsterek]

I couldn’t help but make this post after reading one of my favorite tea posts. Because I realized we all have different concepts of how to “normally” do things, like brew tea.

Feel free to also add where you’re from in the tags, if you wish .

(Post is not my own but I couldn’t get the post with all the responses without linking to my own reblog):

[unshatters-your-teacup]

I really appreciate the dedication in both BTAS and STAS to having the main characters go to a public museum or aquarium to verify facts instead of just looking it up

[monarchetype]

(TMA liveblogging theory, I have listened up to episode 111, please no spoilers)

okay this is kind of a dumb theory but I think the reason (in-universe at least, the Doylist reason is much more obvious) that the Eye is working to stop the other powers rather than making deals to work together and be let in through other powers' rituals is that knowledge and knowing is antithetical to most fears. Like sure, maybe knowing that you're going to die makes dying a lot scarier, but a lot of the fear of dying is not knowing what happens next. Maybe the Vast feeds on your knowledge of your insignificance, but knowing every inch of empty space is still sort of a form of power over it. It all goes back to that old advice of not closing your eyes during the scary part of the movie: because whatever you imagine is going to be scarier than what you actually see. That's also probably why the Stranger seems to have so many spheres of influence: not knowing, uncanniness, dread, skin, the foreign and alien, imposters. Even with the Spiral taking a decent chunk out of the concept of "not knowing" (I mean, isn't "thinking that you know when you don't actually know" a big part of the fear of not knowing?) it's still huge.

So, basically, making good use of the domain of the Eye is kind of limiting to a lot of the other fears, making it essentially the nerd of the lot that gets beat up for lunch money. The only reason it's gotten a foothold is through the sheer human determination of stubborn stuck-up bastards like Gertrude and Jon in the quest to understand the unknown, to ultimately to try and conquer fear.

...that or the Eye is content with being the neutral third party, forever watching and rarely interfering, content with the status quo, knowing that it will always be able to survey the chaos from its ivory tower. Gertrude's plan to destroy the Archives would've killed her, too, after all.

[transfemlogan]

Janus w/ poisonous lipstick who makes out w/ logan

[swan2swan]

Had a dream last night where Superman and a totally-innocent Senator Palpatine were on some sort of adventure together (in a...hot air balloon? I dunno why Superman wasn't flying? Didn't think about that in the dream?). I don't know if it was a rescue mission for the Senator, if they were on a diplomatic mission, or if they had just happened upon each other...

...all I know is that Clark was having the most MISERABLE time, while Palpatine was having a delightful day.

[lifeforms]

i talk about cla/na a lot (especially now that i am actively rewatching with someone i adore who also happens to WRITE clark) because i think they are completely vital to each other. i do. i fully believe that they will be a big part of one another's worlds forever. but. you also have to understand that even if you systematically murdered every person i ship with either one of them until there was NO ONE left. i would still not start talking about getting them back together. at most i might be like, well, you two are gonna move in together to make sure you both keep breathing. and if you are very sad and you need to fuck about it, that's your business. i will not stop you. i'm sure i will probably even feel something about it. but you can't let your guard down. you have to remember that historically, every time you've tried to share a life you have only made each other crazy. and that neither one of you was ever doing that great to begin with. and that neither one of you is ever going to change. for anybody.

it's just not good. they are not compatible like that. i think it makes plenty of sense that it's Harder Than Usual for them to move on from the idea of each other, but it's... not because of their epic love story™. it's because they are the two loneliest kids in the world and they are so used to assuming that nobody else could ever Get That (and, you know, to their point, it's rare that someone does). they both have each other on these weird little pedestals that they don't really know how to budge. and that's okay sometimes! i think that in any context they are both glad to keep like, being a touchstone. a sounding board. a facilitator of excellent hugs. proud, even.

but when you start trying to keep them in the same box, there's, like... nobody and nothing else in there to remind them how simple it is for them to fall into playing roles for comfort. they're too in their own little daydream. and they're both good actors, but like, that shit doesn't last. and it shouldn't. it doesn't bother me that people ship them [i.e. this is not That Kind Of Post], not least because, i mean. what leg am i going to try to stand on in this house? i got nothing. i got absolutely nothing. i cannot claim moral or logical high ground here. but it does disturb me that anyone could watch them Do That for 8 seasons and not even be like "i love my toxic otp ♡"

[violetsyrenart]

Careful Steph, Kara might have kryptonite poisoning but she won’t always.

[mazamba]

DP X DC Missed Potential

There is way too much untapped potential regarding Batman's hyper-competence and the FACT that the bullshit from Danny Phantom doesn't hold a candle to the bullshit from the DC comics and cartoons.

This is more of a recurring gag than an actual story, but picture this:

Danny's new to the watchtower, he's keeping his cards close to his chest, completely unaware that Batman figured him out within hours of meeting him.

Batman: You cannot join us on this mission. Danny: Why not? Batman: Poison Ivy recently revived blood blossoms. Danny: ...How'd you know about that? Batman: Here. You forgot this. Danny: How the-!? How is he so sneaky!? Superman: I've been asking myself that same question for years. Batman: Here. Happy birthday. Danny: I never told you my birthday. Flash: *so tired* He just knows. We don't know how he knows. He just knows. Danny: Guys, this isn't the kind of ghost you can just punch- what are those? Batman: Ectoranium knuckle dusters and ghost-proof belts. Danny: ... Batman: I made enough for everyone. Superman: He has a kryptonite dart gun. Just roll with it. *During the Hawk invasion* Flash: Look, I trust you guys, but I don't know if I trust you with-. Batman: Barry Allen, Clark Kent, Diana Prince, Danny Fenton, Bruce Wayne. Danny: So what do you know about me? Bruce: Daniel James Fenton, born in 1989, age nineteen. You got your powers from an accident you had in your parents' lab when you were fourteen. Danny: How did you know all this? Bruce: I was tracking your activity when I first looked into sending your invitation into the League, when I noticed a resemblance between your ghost form and the son of the local mad scientists. Danny: My parents aren't mad scientists! Bruce: *Batman look* Danny: Guys watch out! Batman's possessed! Batman: I'm fine. Work on getting the ghost out of me. Danny: How the fuck-!? Batman: I compartmentalized a second mind into myself in case I was ever mind controlled. Danny: ...ok, this is getting silly.

[natalievoncatte]

Kara had a guilty pleasure, one she didn’t share with anyone. It would have been awkward, and besides, everyone- friends, family, Lena; they all would have mocked her, relentlessly. It was the first of September and Kara was bracing herself for six months of the most exquisite torture.

She wasn’t expecting it on Lena’s desk.

When she walked into the office, the scent hit her. It tickled something in her brain and set her nerves alight, cascading shivers of excitement running down her limbs.

Kryptonians, you see, are not human. They are aliens, and react to things, to stimuli, in ways humans do not. The most obvious implication of this is Kryptonite, or rather the Kryptonite radiation it emits, which is unique to Kara’s lost homeworld and is deadly poisonous to her while being essentially harmless to humans without both significant and prolonged exposure.

There were, however, other things that Kara responded to differently. Certain flavors were too intense; some things her peers found pleasant were overwhelming or inexplicably bitter or otherwise unpalatable. Her enhanced hearing, even without her powers active, made her sensitive to noises that a human wouldn’t even notice. The list went on and on.

One thing in particular, though, was especially… stimulating to her. It got her motor going, as it were. Not like that, of course. Ironically it had the same effect on her that caffeine had on humans, even in small quantities.

There was something in pumpkin spice that excited Kara. Just not like that.

Okay, maybe a little like that. Even the scent of it made her feel things, and there was a steaming hot cup of it on Lena Luthor’s desk.

Kara had been summoned over some editorial matter of little consequence, probably an excuse to chat. When she stepped into her office, Kara stopped dead because Lena reached across her desk and picked up that cup and Kara was already having trouble.

Lena was… Lena. She was dressed in thigh high boots and black jeans and a tight, low cut green sweater that revealed a generous swell of cleavage that immediately drew Kara’s brazen eye. She caught herself looking and quickly put a stop to it, but Lena was looking right at her, smoldering green eyes peering at her over the rim of that damned coffee cup.

Great Rao, Lena was beautiful. Her hair was swept over one shoulder, baring the elegant column of her neck and her sharp jawline. Her visible ear carried multiple piercings dripping with diamonds and there was a faint pink tinge to her pale cheek. The red of her lipstick was almost violent and she positively smoldered. One might have thought she was dolled up for a photo shoot.

Kara was staring at those lips as she took a sip of coffee, leaving a faint white stain on the white cup.

Such a visual feast with the mere scent of the spices in her coffee was enough to weaken Kara’s knees and make her secretly fidget her toes inside her shoes. It was only a quick chat, a five minute conversation, but it was excruciating trying to get through it like this.

“Earth to Kara,” Lena sighed.

Kara blinked. “Okay.”

“Okay, you’ll go?”

“Where am I going?”

Lena rolled her eyes.

“Okay, Kara, you’re benched.”

“Wait, what?”

Lena huffed. “Look, it’s noble, going days without sleep while you live your double life, and we did agree that Supergirl duties will take precedence over your work here… but I can see you’re exhausted. I can’t order you to stop rescuing cats from trees and helping old ladies with their taxes, but I can order you to take the rest of the week off from working here. Which you are. Starting now.”

Actually, Lena probably could order her to stop doing things. Lena could probably order to do anything with the spicy tang in her nostrils and the quivering weakness in her limbs as heat gathered low in her belly. Kara was glad that she had just been ordered out.

“Oh,” Lena said, “and stop at Noonan’s on your way out. I hear the pumpkin spice lattes are your favorite and well,” she gave her cup a little shake.

Kara decided she would not stop at Noonan’s.

She stopped at Noonan’s. She got a PSL and a pumpkin spice bear claw and a dozen pumpkin spice donuts and consumed them all in the span of five minutes once she set foot inside her loft, after which she spent the next thirty in the shower thinking about Lena’s pillowy red lips and how kissable they were and her pale skin and how badly she wanted to mark it as hers and she sort of spent an hour in a pumpkin spice fueled fugue, and then passed out on her bed buck-ass naked.

Which was where she still was when the knock came at the door.

Her head shot up from the bed and she realized that it was movie night and she was hosting. She had no movies picked out, no snacks, and no clothes.

What she did have was super-speed, and this had a spread of frozen snacks ready to go in the oven, and a stack of blu-rays to be voted on, and pants. She needed pants and probably a bra and definitely a shirt. Humans were weird about their torsos. Fortunately Kryptonians were, too. Kara was rather lucky that she hadn’t landed on a planet that considered shirts obscene.

There were at least two like that, which isn’t a lot, but it was more than you’d think.

Kara opened the door and greeted Alex and Kelly, ushering them in. Brainy and Nia were next.

Lena showed up last, dressed in one of her peculiar movie night fits- a stylish leather jacket over honest to god fluffy pajamas, like a fashion plate going to a slumber party. Her hair was down and wavy and she looked soft and inviting and Kara wanted to snuggle her relentlessly and was very glad that the pumpkin spice was largely out of her system.

Largely.

Oh.

Lena lifted the two six packs she was carrying, giving Kara a suggestive arch of her eyebrow. Lena liked to bring gifts when Kara hosted, usually wine. Tonight she had twelve chilled bottles of… pumpkin spice beer.

Kara wanted to scream. Or possibly moan. Or possibly make Lena moan and maybe spank her a little.

Fuck!

“Hi-hi,” said Kara.

“Hi yourself,” said Lena. “Mind if I come in, or do you want to drink these right here?”

“C-come in,” said Kara.

“Eyyyyyy,” said Alex, as she saw the six packs. “The spice must flow!”

“The spice must flow,” Kelly repeated.

“Chai Hulud,” Nia said, in a faux-deep voice.

“I believe it is “Shai Hulud,” said Brainy.

“Sure, honey,” said Nia, patting his knee.

“You gonna hand those out?” said Alex.

“These are for our host,” said Lena. “Kara has plenty of spirits in her fridge.”

Alex busted out laughing, confusing the others.

Kara remained stone-faced.

Movie night then went on as normal. Everyone took seats, the first movie was voted on, snacks were enjoyed and beers were had. The pumpkin bottles sat in their cardboard holders in the fridge, untouched.

Until they got into the second movie, and Lena sauntered over from the kitchen carrying two bottles, and thrust one into Kara’s hands as she wedged herself in between Kara and Nia, casually tossing her legs over Kara’s lap.

Kara steadfastly did not look. She would not look. She would not look. Surely Lena was just making herself comfortable and private hadn’t noticed that the top couple of buttons on her pajama top had popped themselves and she was showing quite a generous amount of…

Kara looked away sharply. She had looked.

“Do the thing, darling,” said Lena.

“Do the thing! Do the thing! Do they thing!” Nia began to chant.

Sighing, Kara took her bottle and Lena’s, and popped the caps loose with a flock of her thumbs. Lena squealed in delight and Kara realized that actually drinking this concoction was an amazingly terrible idea.

Especially since Lena was basically in her lap now.

Kara tried not to drink, but the hint of that spicy scent from the beer was enough to make every nerve ending tingle and start a fire in her belly. She took a long pull on it and quickly realized she’d drained the bottle in one go.

Lena, grinning, stood up. Kara watched every sway of her hips as she marched to the kitchen, bent to grab another bottle from the bottom shelf of the fridge, and sashayed back to shamelessly plop right in Kara’s lap and offer her the new bottle.

The little display has gotten at least Alex’s attention, and she looked somehow at once horrified and amused and whispered to Kelly, who snorted.

Nia picked up on it next, after Kara had downed her fourth one of the cured pumpkin brews and her brain was sloshing around in sweet cinnamony goodness.

She was running into a considerable problem. Lena was curled up in her lap, draped across her in fact, a soft weight that was driving her absolute insane even as the scent of Lena’s… of Lena mingled with the spices singing in her veins. She forgot the movie. She forgot the existence of everything but Lena, and barely noticed when Alex announced,

“Guys, it’s late. I think we better head out so that Kara and Lena can clean up.”

“Perhaps we should help,” Brainy suggested.

“Nah, let’s go,” said Nia, who then muttered, “seriously Querl we need to go.”

Kara blinked and watched them all pile out, Alex shooting Lena a knowing look before rolling her eyes and closing the door.

Two seconds after the door closed, Lena twisted languidly in Kara’s lap, and was now no longer sitting in her lap but straddling her.

Kryptonians, you see, are not human. They are aliens, and react to things, to stimuli, in ways humans do not. They also have anatomical structures that humans do not, something that was was currently causing Kara to blush furiously, because Lena was well… sitting on it.

“I can explain,” Kara squeaked.

The look Lena gave her would have been devastating, pumpkin spice or no pumpkin spice. Lena’s face filled her vision as Lena placed her hands on Kara’s sides and rolled her hips, dragging a groan out of her.

“Is that explanation going to include a hands on demonstration?” said Lena. “I may need a few rounds before I fully understand.”

Kara swallowed hard. “You mean… you w-want to…”

“Kara,” Lena sighed. “How is someone who’s been flirting with me for five years so bad at flirting?”

Kara stared at her.

“Just, um, to clarify, you’re flirting with me, right?”

“I’m sitting in your lap unbuttoning my top, darling. I believe that qualifies.”

“You’re what?”

Lena grinned and swept her fingers down her chest, popping the rest of the buttons in sequence. The pajama top suddenly hung lose, baring the lush inner curves of her breasts while obscuring the rest of her in an agonizing promise.

Kara, finally, after years of this, took the hint and had Lena relieved of her fuzzy pajamas by the time they hit the bed.

The next morning, or rather next afternoon when Lena woke up, Kara looked over at her. Her eyes had just opened and she was grinning ear to ear.

“Lena?” said Kara.

“Yes? Before we go again I’m going to need a protein shake and some supplements.”

Kara felt her ears burning as her cheeks heated.

“Did you know about the pumpkin spice thing?”

“Pumpkin spice thing?” said Lena.

“Alex told you, right?”

Lena pursed her lips.

“Nope.”

“Cat Grant?”

“No, although I did ask her and she said you, and I quote, ‘creamed your khakis’ in front of her one time.”

“Then who?”

Lena grinned.

“I went to Clark to ask him the right way to go about seeking your attentions. Lois overheard and pulled me aside. Apparently you two share the same weaknesses.”

“My only weakness is you, baby.”

“Oh, it’s baby now, is it?”

“Yup,” said Kara.