#man dresses up as a bat to fight crime so he should be a lil dramatic

[confused-wanderer]

Batman and superman are their opposite personalities in civilian form.

.. so this gives us a perfect opportunity for the most disastrously chaotic dynamic (and love square) EVER.

ESPECIALLY if they don’t know the others true identities, or even they did and are just being lil shits anyways

Give me:

grumpy skeptical Clark to Bruce’s sunshine playboy persona.

Clark *trying to down as many aspirins as he can, half tempted to throw himself into the sun* : Bruce we needed to surround the enemy, not SEDUCE them!

Bruce *currently on his way to a dinner wearing the most seductive outfit known to man* : Well, you know the saying. We can’t gatekeep or manslaughter our way out of it. Girlboss it is.

Clark: Bruce you are going on a date with a STRAIGHT MAN

Bruce: Give me five minutes and then I’ll let you hear him scream my name

*horrified Clark noises*

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Brooding and detective Batman meeting lie-detector and very effective investigator journalist Clark Kent

Batman: Tell me where the bombs are Riddler!

Riddler *currently tied up* : Hehe you’ll never find them~

Clark: Mind if I record this session Mr. Riddler?

Batman:

Riddler:

Clark:

Riddler: Who the hell-

Batman: .. Kent. How’d you even get here?

Clark: Irrelevant questions. *waves recorder* so..?

Riddler: Sure..tell the public I’m going to paint the walls red-

Clark *in investigative journalist mode* : So which devastating rock bottom led you to lose your mind and pursue this as a career?

Riddler:

Riddler: hey wait hang on this is a fulfilling career!

Clark *raising a judgemental eyebrow*: So.. you fighting a man dressed as a bat, with that atrocious outfit you must’ve gotten from hell and riddles that you’ll give him the answer to anyway.. this is fulfilling?

Riddler *voice breaking* : .. yes?

*questioning and judgemental silence*

Few hours later

Red Robin: .. why is Riddler crying and why does he also have a career counselling book in his hand?

Batman *just as surprised and kind of disturbed at how methodical and impressive Clark was in breaking down Riddlers plan based on evidence and connecting the dots* : Honestly I thought he was here for me and he started ignoring me so out of concern for his safety I demanded he paid attention

Red robin: And?

Batman: and he said “oh you don’t want me to pay attention to you” and showed me.. a lot of details and screenshots I don’t know how he got his hands on

Red robin:

Batman: Riddler also then attempted to escape and Clark just.. punched him so hard Riddler still doesn’t know which universe he’s in..

Red robin: well it could’ve been worse.. Clark could’ve pulled out a gun

Batman: .. he has a flamethrower

Red Robin: IM SORRY WHAT

Batman: .. and he told me we should work together sometimes, and I gave him few crime stories and plots to help raise awareness for the public and stop them.

Red robin:

Batman: also he gave me a therapy card.

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Give me ray of sunshine and leader Superman with no sense of self preservation Bruce Wayne

Superman: Good evening Mr. Wayne, there’s a credible threat against you so I’ll be on the lookout for today-

Bruce *sidling upto him* : .. damn.. when I said send your hottest stripper you did deliver..

Superman *beet red* : Im not the stripper sir!

Bruce: Really?

Superman *furious nodding*

Bruce: okay then.. hey listen, I’ve been learning about important dates in history lately.. do you wanna be one of them?

Superman. Exe has stopped functioning

Later

Superman: Mr. Wayne there’s a blackout and the building is under attack! Evacuate!

Bruce *running with gunshots behind* : Are you outside? You’re invulnerable right? Nothing can hurt you? Not even gunpowder or explosives?!

Superman *touched and pleasantly surprised* : yes.. so you don’t have to worry about me Mr. Wayn-

*glass breaks and Superman catches the dark mass falling in the air*

Superman: See? You’re safe-

*realises he’s holding a huge bomb about to detonate*

One explosion later

Superman: … you threw a bomb at me

Bruce: What?? You said you were invulnerable! I didn’t know what else to do with it??

Superman: So you didn’t think to tell me? Not even a warning?

Bruce: Listen that bomb was hot but compared to how smoking hot you were I didn’t think it ever stood a change

Superman: Mr. Wayne, listen. You should’ve atleast yelled or said something so I could’ve gotten it away in time. What if I hadn’t?

Bruce: I did! I yelled GET READY FOR A BLOWJOB

Superman:

Bruce:

Superman:

Bruce: ?? Did I do something wrong?

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And obviously.. the usual golden retriever Superman x black cat Batman that we all know and love so I’m just going to leave it at:

Batman: Someone is going to die.

Superman: Of fun!

Batman: Sure if you consider burning to death fun

Superman:

Superman: Oh come on be a little optimistic! We must have hope! We will persevere!

Batman: we are literally being held hostages by aliens

Superman: ..listen okay, let me do the talking. We just gotta de-escalate the situation

Alien: You intruders! You will never get our superior defender systems-

Batman *done with this bullshit* : I already hacked into it twenty days ago and found all of your identities, families and now have full control over your systems of defends and weapons. If I wanted to hurt somebody.. I would’ve done so already.

Alien *tries to punch him, gets headbutted instead*

Alien *chuckles* : You have a thick skull Batman..

Batman:

Superman *frantic whispering*: Dontsayitdontsayitdontsayitdontsayit-

Batman: .. atleast mines protecting a brain. Wish I could say the same for yours

Superman *heavy sigh*

[reineyday]

my main takeaway from the batman is that selina's WAY too cool for bruce

[yostresswritinggirl]

Genshin Boys would be Horrible as Disney Princes

Headcanon and Reader Perspective, Drabble

Sojourner Special (Followers Event)

Despite being the gentleman and sweethearts that they are, in the wrong hands, of badly aligned context and universal rules these boys can barely function as princes given their own ideals.

Diluc in Cinderella

Shortest one, oops.

Our Diluc would honestly be too busy for balls if we're doing this canonically, night time of all times. He's not your prince tonight, he's off somewhere doing Knight stuff...

If by chance you did catch him in the ball and he did indulge you with your dance until you escapaded at midnight, he's not gonna question it.

And since he didn't even REMEMBER your face, the next day just goes on as usual. No decree for searching the whole land for your foot or anything, it's just a normal day after a party.

"They left without a word, no name or promise, who am I to say no when they clearly don't want to stay?"

He's a gentleman. Too gentlemanly...

Childe in Sleeping Beauty

In this scenario, Childe embraces his knight-ness more than the princely aspect. I mean sure, he danced with you in the forest all so lovingly, sang along to your pretty lil voice. But when the prophecy came, his focus changed—

To the thrill of fighting a big ass green fire breathing dragon! Big woah, Childe had soooo much fun fighting it that he didn't even cheese it.

He lived for every hour of the fight and made it as slow as possible. Taunting, playing with his PREY- mid-fight the dragon would realize just how strong and horrifying Prince Childe is, but the entertainment had started, and the dance won't end until Childe wills it.

When he DID finally slay the damned thing, he'll come up to your quarters and stare at your sleeping body, and then think "Hey, if them being put under this spell gave me the fight of the century? What if ANOTHER dragon comes? That would be amazing!" No waking up for you, or the whole city for that matter.

Albedo in Frog Princess

You... You don't even get the chance to be the frog princess in here... simply because he himself REFUSES to change back to normal. You have never met a man so intelligent, much more a frog.

"I know of which you are not, I won't be fooled by cardboard crowns and secondhand dresses," you choke as he berates every fiber of your being, "It matters not, I still have much to learn about the life of an amphibian."

He disappears after that and you've never heard from him ever again, although at the back of your mind you're pretty sure he's a live and well, that bastard is too smart to end up as roadkill.

And well, you're right, he's out there in the world of frogs doing frog things. Triumphant over frog science and the other talking creatures he may meet.

He'll also find a way to revert himself back to normal, either making his own cure or just enlisting the help of a princess to bargain.

He might come to you upon the logic of marriage counting you as princess, but don't get too hyped, you won't be treated as his wife. He'd be too busy putting his frog research into paper...

Zhongli in Beauty and the Beast

A beast he may be, he's still dignified and elegant, upholding his end of the bargain so long as the other does the same.

Your father may have trespassed and have taken some flowers in his domain but well, really it's such a petty crime that can easily be solvable. And even if there needs to be punishment incured...

When you stumble to the mansion in search of your father, ready to take his place from his jail cell, you find him and the beast (ohh half-dragon Zhongles) by an elegant table drinking cups of tea with light conversation. Huh?

"There is no need to fret, your father and I are just discussing the terms of our contract. He spoke of his woodworks that I wish to commission in exchange, such good potential should not be wasted."

You can also, well, pay off things within contract? But either way, it would be hella awakward, he won't impose on your life and most certainly not about the curse when you had so much to live for.

Kaeya in Rapunzel

Little bitch, thru and thru. If Eugene is such a criminal, he's taking it TENFOLD.

He's not even gonna be the slightest bit trustworthy for you, little Rapunzel, because he raises so many red flags your frying pan wouldn't even be enough to threaten him. He probably has a really thick skull, and your resolve won't be able to smack that pretty face.

Bargaining won't work, he'd sleight of hand his way out and get the crown knowing you'd hid it in the pot immediately, and then just backflip outta there.

If you manage to get him to get you out, he's not gonna be of help either. Kaeya would be amused with toying with you, leaving you in the dark as you get scared shitless/dance around with some tavern criminals. Otherwise, ehh...

One way or another, he's gonna find a way to get you off his case. Either forcing you to travel with companions that's headed to the city anyways or forcefully knocking you out and heaving you back to your tower.

"You have a mother that never ages lock you up in this tower? Nu uh, sweetie, I'm not dealing with the dark forces of witchery when I'm already well off with the crown."

He got the crown.

Venti in Snow White

I'm sorry what? Free apples? Eternal sleep in a beautiful bed? He's gonna be glad to just take your place. (Spoilers, he would)

He'd be most definitely entertained with your dwarves, playing his tunes. You life would be filled with his lyre as he plays around, not even caring about the other implications of yours or his status in this woodland forest.

You ran away from home? Cool, freedom, man. Wish he could the same without jeopardizing the kingdom and his family. He'd probably take the apple too just for you~

During your rest, he'll come up with the most eloquent song to play for your seven dwarves as he watches your fate sadly. How peaceful you looked, away from the world and from the grips of death.

The dwarves would force him to please try and break the spell, and he'll shrug and indulge- except it didn't break the spell, as he expected it to be. And they are clueless on who else you had encountered in your life to even spare a true love's kiss.

"How saddening, the princess lays. Maddening to those around as they'd say, if only my kiss was enough for the curse to sway." You died, ouch.

Xiao in Mulan

Brutal. Brutal. Brutal. His voicelines would come in sooooo handy here, oh my goodness.

If you miraculously bypassed his analytical gaze enough to hide your sexuality, you're going to die in his training program. He's not gonna go easy on you, not when the fate of the nation lies upon your capability to keep up. You're gonna go through far worse than what true Mulan went through, and you may or may not just die in the process.

If by chance you survived, this would warrant enough respect to not kill you (oh, you lived) but you better not show up again.

He's never gonna be delighted to see your traitorous face again, he can save China on his own, thank you very much. And you know he can. Try and approach him, and a sword would be at your neck once again.

"Foolish gremlin, you think you had the right to present yourself after the treason you willfully committed? We won't crumble at the loss of one person, your job here is done." How sad.

Cyno in Little Mermaid

First of all, wack, mermaids exist! Sadly, that's nothing new for him. He knows a lot with that intelligent mind of his, so it would be no surprise that the existence of such mythical creatures doesn't make him bat an eyelash. He's been living near water, he's not that stupid.

With that in mind, your presence in your first meeting is going to be bad. Very bad. Cyno knows about sirens and he's not at all gonna fall for it, and if by chance he had known you before the ship was wrecked, he's probably gonna be veryyy keen in capturing you instead.

So if by chance you're stupid enough to interact with him and DESIRE to be on land with him, you're gonna deal with a lot of problems.

You're not getting that kiss easily. No, it's a huge challenge. He'd be repulsed in your naivety and will most likely be more concerned on your voice than ever. He'd be so kind to try and give a shot in helping with the cure but it's not the cure you needed.

He'll drown himself in every literature in full concentration just to see if there's any text he can find about curses and muteness. His curiousity would get the best of him, and you'll barely see him after you managed to explain your predicament without the need for words. Octopus woman doesn't even need to show up to intervene.

"A kiss? Surely not, such ailment won't be cured by fairytale methods." And then he goes back to his library once again. And you will be seafoam the next sunrise. Or was it sunset?

"So now that we've established these grounds," Exiled turns to the other two in the area, "Maybe, these boys would be better off as princesses."

And so the trio concocts a new type of fairytale, collaborated to masterpieces soon after.

@moaa @dandelion-dreams @witchsungie @zelos-simp @legionqueensav @snackgod @rxsalinee @cala-ran @wind-wheel @struggljng @ellitx @kookieyachi @dandelion-dreams

[theamazingspidermann-blog1]

superheroes’ day off | t. holland

a stranger stumbles upon two grown men dressed up as Batman and Spider-Man for halloween, drunk, trying to get themselves over a fence. 

tom holland x reader !

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warning: unedited

( lil note: I’ve seen people show a photo of batman and spider-man helping each other try to get over a fence thing?, so I took the opportunity to write an imagine about it )

The air was cold and crisp as kids went from door to door gathering candy in their costumes. ( Y/N ) didn’t know how her friends had persuaded her that they should go out on Halloween. They were all to old to trick or treat, let alone dress up in obnoxious costumes of princesses and knights.

( Y/N ) didn’t hate Halloween, however she didn’t obsess over it either. ( Y/N )’s friends had given her multiple options, all of them revealing, such as sexy waitress, and so on. She finally decided on a costume, not really caring at this point.

They all drove to the party, blasting music in the car, deafening to ( Y/N )’s ears. They soon reached the party, there was cars lining up and down the block. ( Y/N ) could see vibrant flashing colors through the house’s big windows. 

( Y/N ) subconsciously pulled her dress up as they entered. “I don’t know if I should be pulling this dress up or down..”, ( Y/N ) stated, fiddling with the straps. Her friend let out a laugh. The was music blaring, people with red solo cups, in some type of costume. People were dancing to the beat, not giving a care in the world, grinding on other people. Eventually, ( Y/N )’s friends disappeared in the sea of people and she could no longer see her friend’s red horns. Great, wonderful She thought, grabbing a cup, filling it with some Sprite. It had only been about an hour and her friends were gone.

( Y/N ) took a sip out of her cup, glancing around the room, seeing a flash of yellow and black in the crowd. Her eyebrows furrowed, soon seeing blue and red following the black. She could see the outline of two men exiting the room, however not as clear with all the flashing colors. Batman?, She wondered, squinting her eyes. She saw the bat logo embedded on his chest, smiling to her self. Her eyes then followed the man beside him, realizing it was

Spider-Man?

She let out a sigh, Wow, two grown men dressed up as superheroes. With her eyes still glued on the two men, she let out a laugh, placing her cup down, as she saw ‘Batman’ trip over his own cape. ( Y/N ), curious as what these crime fighting icons were doing, followed them out, squeezing through dancing bodies. Once she exited the house, a gust of wind hit her face making her shudder. She heard a grunt, following a drunk giggle, she followed the sound, being careful as to not bringing attention to herself. She peeked her head out seeing, ‘Batman’ and ‘Spider-Man’.

Trying to get over a fence?

She couldn’t believe it, she didn’t know if this was just her imagination and the dark was playing tricks on her. She grabbed her sides, laughing hysterically, the two super-heroes’ neck snapped in her direction as if they were deers stuck in headlights. “Hey~” ‘Spider-Man’s sentence was slurred and flirty, causing ( Y/N ) blush, pulling her dress up. “W-What are you guys doing?” She asked, laughing lightly at the end. 

Spider-Man shrugged, still being supported by ‘Batman’.“To get croissantsss~” The Bat exclaimed, grabbing the edge of his cape, flaring it up. She laughed harder, happy she wasn’t drunk and didn’t end up embarrassing herself like these fellow ‘heroes’. 

“Soo, what are your guys’ names? I’m ( Y/N )” She questioned, still trying to recover from this memorable experience of meeting two of the most praised icons. ‘Spider-Man’ jumped down, surprisingly landing in a perfect seeing as he was a in a drunk state.

“Haz” He pointed at his friend beside him, he took off his mask, “Tom, the better one of course”

“Dude! You not suppose to reveal your identitiess!” Haz yelled, not using proper english. ( Y/N ) giggled, covering her mouth as she did so. A few seconds passes and she finally took a good look at ‘Spider-Man’ she wouldn’t deny that he was attractive, his muscles were basically on display. Tom’s mouth curled into a cocky smirk as he caught her staring,“Like whatcha see?~”. She blushed, looking at the ground. 

“Well, I like what I see too” His eyes hinted towards her revealing dress. 

Oh god! This is just great, an attractive, drunk stranger had just flirted with me!

Haz coughed. “Well, um you can resume on what over you were doing..” ( Y/N ) waved her hand around, turning around. Tom’s hand grabbed hers, “What your numberrr?” He asked, his words once again slurred. She took out an old receipt  in her hand bag, writing her number and name. 

She walked off, Guess that’s what superheroes do on their day off

( lil note: part two? idk )

[this-ginger-has-no-soul]

Mr. Barnes (Part 2 out of ?)

(A/N): I’m so glad everyone is liking this series so far!

Summary: Living in 1940′s Brooklyn as a crime lord is all fun and games until someone falls in love

Warnings: swearing, mentions of rape

Read Part 1: X 

(Tags at the end) 

 Bucky sat at his oak desk, a cigar hanging out of his mouth as he breathed in deeply. Ever since that run in with that...with that slum kid Bucky hadn't been able to keep his mind off of them. Their rosy cheeks and bright eyes kept perforating his thoughts, making it impossible to think about much else. He had business deals to think off, he had other gangs to think about, he had to worry about some prick in England talking shit about him, he didn't have time to focus on that low life nobody. With a sigh Bucky tossed his cigar into an ash tray, running his hands down his scruffy face. It was nearly half an hour later when A quiet knock on his study door is what finally broke him Out of his stupor. 

   "Yeah?" Bucky's voice was hoarse, much more than usual. The tall oak doors swung open to reveal Dot, Bucky's saving grace, wearing nothing but a silk robe he had bought them for valentines day. "Hello there dot," Bucky smirks as Dot waltz in, swaying her hips as she made her way to Bucky's heavy desk. 

   "Hiya Mr. Barnes," she smirks as she stops before him, resting her hands on the arms of his chair. "I've been missin' ya today," Bucky hums as he leans forward, almost touching his lips against hers. 

    "Have you now?" Dot nods, her lips parting in a sultry fashion as she does. 

   "You're favorite girl is feeling a bit neglected,"

    "Oh, we can't have that," Bucky smirks as he grabs Dot's ass, bringing her down onto his lap. "Now can we?" Dot gasps at the contact, shifting a bit, rubbing herself against Bucky's leg enticingly. 

   "Sit back and let Mr. Barnes take care of ya, eh?"

 (Y/N) bit their lip as they eyed all the couples dancing, trying so desperately to keep their mind off of their run in a few days prior. They had just run into one of the most dangerous thugs in all of America, the man had everyone in his pocket, he could get away with murder and no one would bat an eye and yet (Y/N) ran into him and here they were, able to tell the tale. 

   With a shaky sigh (Y/N) reaches up to tuck a strand of hair behind their ear, even though it wasn't necessary. Honestly (Y/N) was trying their best to keep busy, even the most mundane tasks would help focus (Y/N)'s mind on things other than the dark haired, mysterious thug. 

    "Hey sweetcheeks," a rather harsh, almost smoker like voice drawls in (Y/N)'s ear, sending shivers down their spine. "I couldn't help but notice you here all alone, how bout you get up and dance with me." His words were poised as a question but his tone hinted otherwise. (Y/N) gulps, steeling themself against the strange man.

    "I'm sorry sir but I really don't feel like-" 

    "It wasn't a Question sweetheart," he grips (Y/N)'s arm painfully tight, leaving them to whimper in pain. "Now get up or I'll make you get up," it was either go willingly or against their own will and (Y/N) most definitely wasn't all too thrilled about the second idea. So with shaking legs and a trembling lip (Y/N) stood from their spot, following the sketchy looking man out to the dance floor. His strong hands settle on their waist as he yanks them close, their hips pushed flush against his. "What's your name kid?" (Y/N) trembles on the spot as they reluctantly dance with the man, praying that someone would notice how uncomfortable they were and come out a stop to it. But no one did, they all kept their gazes elsewhere, completely ignoring (Y/N) and the man. "I asked you a question kid," The man growls dangerously, gripping (Y/N)'s hips enough to leave bruises.

    "I-I'm (Y/N)," they stutter, fear getting the better of their voice. The man hums, a sick smile overtaking his features. 

   "Such a pretty name...you wanna know my name kid?" 

    "N-no," (Y/N) manages a bit of sass, almost proud of themself for being able to have such attitude towards such a man. "Not really,"

    "It's Brock fucking Rumlow,” He leans in, biting down on their earlobe slightly, sending the poor kid shuddering in fear. 

   Brock Rumlow- one of the most notorious gangs in all of Brooklyn, perhaps in the entire state. 

   Two mobsters in the course of a week? It seemed nearly implausible and yet here (Y/N) was, still reeling from their run in with Bucky and now their contact with Brock. 

   “No sassy remarks anymore, eh?” 

   “Get off of me,” (Y/N) mutters, pushing at his chest weakly. Their lungs were still trying to recover from the harsh weather, leaving them feeling much weaker than the usually were. 

   “Aww, aren’t’chu you a cutie?” He purrs, his sickening smile never once leaving his lips. “I ought to wrap you up and take you home with me....” Brock growls as he licks his lips, his cold gaze running up and down (Y/N)’s form. “Oh sweetheart, the things I’d do to you,” 

   “I’m going to start screaming,” (Y/N) whispers, grunting against his hold. Their squirming comes to an abrupt stop when the feeling of something cool presses into their neck. 

   “Scream and I’ll slit your throat,” Brock sneers, his tone smug as he digs the point of his blade into their neck. (Y/N) whimpers softly, closing their eyes as something warm trickles down their neck, most likely leaving behind a trail of scarlet liquid. 

   “What do you want?” (Y/N) tries to sound stronger than they are but it was futile, Brock could see right through them. 

   “I just want a little fun dollface, take you back to my place, rough ya up a bit,” Brock purrs as he leans in once again, licking up the small rivulets of blood that had cascaded down (Y/N)’s neck. “Then I’m gonna send you back on your way and we’re gonna act like nothin’ happened, sound good?” (Y/N) whimpered, trying to shy away from Brock’s invading tongue to no avail, the blade kept them still, nipping at their skin in a way that had them wanting to puke. “Now, I’m gonna escort you out of here all nice and slow and you’re not gonna make a sound, got it? If you do,” Brock chuckles as she stashes his knife away. “I’m gonna make that much more painful for ya, sweetheart,” 

   Brock’s grips on (Y/N)’s arm was painfully tight, no doubt leaving finger shaped bruises in their skin. He dragged them down the streets of Brooklyn, towards the nicer area of town, to where all the rich snobs lived. No one here would care that (Y/N) was being manhandled by Brock, hell, no one in the slums even cared as they watched the tall, burly man guide the smaller human being along. Tears burned at (Y/N)’s eyes but they refused to let them fall, they had to keep some shred of dignity with this man and letting him see them cry would be the last straw. 

   “No tears huh?” Brock chuckled as he turned a corner, harshly jerking (Y/N) along with him, resulting in a few pops from their elbow. “Most of the time people are sobbing by now, begging me not to hurt them but you-” He chuckles again, shaking his head as he makes his way towards one of the nicer streets. “You’re different, maybe I really should keep ya, you seem like a firecracker,” 

   “Burn in hell,” (Y/N) growls, as they struggle a bit, pulling backwards as Brock moved forwards. Why the suddenly had fight in them now only god knows but it was there, a kindling flame of hatred and fear and dammit (Y/N) was going to use it. 

   “I suggest you stop struggling sweetheart,” Brock growls as he yanks them forward, nearly tripping them in the process. “I’m not opposed to slaughtering you right here and leaving your body to the dogs,” 

   “Let go of me!” (Y/N) yells, struggling to get away. They twisted and flailed, clawed and kicked, anything to get this man off of them but Brock was strong and he held on tightly, causing much discomfort on (Y/N)’s part. “Get off of me!” (Y/N) screamed helplessly, hoping that anyone would come to their rescue. Little did they know that just up the street there stood a man dressed to the nines, a Brazilian imported cigar hanging out of his mouth. 

   “Get off of me!’ a voice screamed down the street. Bucky looked up from his suit, a small smirk rising to his lips at their person’s frantic cry. Sounded like someone was going to get lucky tonight, maybe if he caught them in time he’d be able to join in too. Bucky chuckled as he huffed on his cigar, reveling in the high it gave him. His pristine shoes clicked down the street, creating a soft clacking against the somewhat nice pavement. It was the only other sound in the air other than the person’s screams and to be a bit morbid he was enjoying them. Call Bucky a sadist but god- that noise was like music to his ears. 

   “What the fuck did I tell you was gonna happen if you struggled, huh?” A voice growled as Bucky got closer. Bucky’s brows furrowed in confusion;  that voice sounded so familiar, he could’ve sworn that he had only heard it a few days ago- Bucky comes to an abrupt stop before the source of noise, his eyes quickly taking in the rather shocking scene. It was the kid from a few days ago, the shabby, slum kid, struggling against the grasp of some tall, wide man...

   “Brock Rumlow,” Bucky growls, a small smirk rising to his lips. “How strange to see you here,” Brock stops fighting the kid immediately, his entire body going rigid at Bucky’s voice. 

   “Barnes,” Brock smiles sickeningly, that same smile that had been twisting (Y/N)’s stomach for the last half an hour. “Fancy seeing you here,” Bucky smirks as he flicks his cigar to the ground, allowing it to burn out and die slowly. 

   “Who’s the kid?” Bucky gestures to (Y/N) with a simple quirk of his head as he stuffs his hands in his pockets. 

   “Just a lil’ something I picked up earlier,” Bucky looks at (Y/N), his harsh gaze raking over their trembling form. He regarded them with a look of prejudice, sneering down at them with an upturned nose. He hoped his look was enough to convince Brock that he had no care for this (Y/N) creature when in reality the look of fear on their face had stirred something deep within him. 

   “How much do you want for ‘em?” Bucky asks coolly, as though he wasn’t bargaining this persons life right before them. 

   “Sorry Barnes but you’re out of luck, this one’s a keeper,” 

   “I don’t think you understood me,” Bucky chuckles darkly as he reaches in his suit, retrieving a small albeit dangerous handgun. “How much do you want for ‘em?” He points the end of the barrel at Brock’s stomach, inconspicuous enough that if anyone walked by they wouldn’t think anything of it. 

   “Fuck you Barnes,” Brock growls as he shoves (Y/N) towards the brunette. Bucky was quick to steady (Y/N), incidentally pulling them to his chest. “I’ll get them back,” Brock chuckles darkly as he saunters off, shaking his head as he does. “Just you wait and see,” Bucky keeps his ground as Brock saunters off, keeping (Y/N) against his chest protectively but as soon as the other mobster was out of sight Bucky broke, his facade crumbling to the ground. 

   “You alright kid?” Bucky asks as he inspects (Y/N), checking them for any wounds of any sort. 

   “Why do you care?” (Y/N) grumbles as the bat his prying hands away, being mindful not to expose their bleeding neck to him. Bucky immediately retracts his hands, as though (Y/N)’s words had burned him. 

   “Really?” Bucky chuckles dryly, shaking his head in disbelief. “I just spared your fucking life kid and now you’re gonna give me sass? I could’ve let that bastard rape and kill ya but instead I saved ya and this is the thanks I get?” (Y/N) huffs as they brush their outfit off, as though trying to get rid of any remnant of Brock. 

   “I didn’t ask for help-” (Y/N)’s sentence cuts short when Bucky grips their chin, forcing them to look into his eyes. 

   “I own this town sweetheart, I own half the country, with a snap of my fingers I could have you beaten to a bloody pulp and left at my doorstep if I so desired,” (Y/N) glares up at Bucky indignantly, flaring their nostrils angrily. “So I suggest you stay on my good side, got it?” Bucky gave them a little cheeky grin as he stepped back, wiping some ‘dust’ off their chin before turning on his heels to saunter back home, his energy for the night gone. He knew (Y/N) was glaring at his back so he turned his head, giving them a little smirk as he pulled out a new cigar, placing it between his fingers as he spoke to them. “I’ll be seeing you real soon (Y/N),” And with that the mobster turned away, lighting his cigar as he walked back home, whistling a chirpy tune. 

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[daydreams-and-memories]

Batman & Pennyworth

here’s one of my old lil oneshots i did. i’m clearing out the old for the new! i hope y’all enjoy this fluffy thing <3 and it's on ao3

The doorbell rang for about the millionth time that night, and Stiles groaned a little as he got off the couch. His dad had begged him to hand out candy because he had to go into the station for the Halloween shift.

“Gotta keep you hooligans in line on a night like this,” he’d said with a shit-eating grin as he walked out the door, boots landing heavy on the floorboards. Stiles had rolled his eyes and changed into his epic Batman costume. (The tights had been a no-go at first, but then he figured ‘fuck it.’ They made his ass look good.)

He grabbed the bowl of candy that was sitting on a chair by the front door and when he opened the door, he nearly dropped it at the sight before him.

The man standing on the porch was gorgeous. Greek God worthy. The dark stubble dusting his cheeks made his cheekbones stand out, and those things looked like they’d be able to cut glass. And those eyes. Stiles didn’t know that that color even existed, fuck. The suit he wore clung to his body in all the right places, showing hints of the muscle underneath. Stiles wanted to jump him.

He snapped his mouth shut when he heard a high pitched whine and looked down to see the most adorable thing he’d ever witnessed. The little girl was about 6 years old, dressed as a female Batman with a glittering cape and a black and yellow tutu. Her black shirt depicted the bat-symbol in black and yellow rhinestones. Stiles wanted to coo.

He crouched down and took in the little girl’s awed expression. Her eyes were the same color as her dad’s, but her hair was a strawberry blonde color instead of the nearly black of the man he assumed was her father.

“Hello there,” Stiles said in an exaggeratedly deep voice, he heard a snort and he shot a glare up at the Adonis above him. He looked back to the little girl and smiled wide. “Are you out fighting crime tonight, Batwoman?”

The little girl just stared at him, and his smile faltered.

“Lydia,” Tall, Dark, and Gorgeous scolded, “don’t be rude. He asked you something, love.”

Stiles was about to melt into a puddle.

Lydia blushed, and ducked her head before she smiled brightly at Stiles. God, those dimples were gonna break some hearts when she got older. Stiles glanced up at the man again through his lashes, and he was looking fondly at Lydia, a small smile gracing his face. There were crinkles around his eyes and Stiles’ heart skipped a beat.

Lydia tugged on his cape and waved Stiles closer to her. He leaned in and she cupped her hand around his ear and stage-whispered, “Daddy’s the one who fights crime. He’s a po-lice officer, and I wanna be just like him when I grow up.”

Stiles nodded sagely, and lifted the candy bowl. “Take as much as you’d like. On one condition though,” he looked up at The Sexiest Man in the World while Lydia grabbed two handfuls of candy, dumping it in her pillowcase, and asked in his normal voice, “Could I get a picture with her? She has the best Batwoman costume ever and I can’t not document it.”

The GQ model looked at Stiles with narrowed eyes, so Stiles hurried to not make himself look like some sort of pedophile, “Oh, god, I just want to show my friend Erica, because she loves fem!Batman costumes and this is the best one I’ve ever seen.”

Lydia beamed up at him and he smiled just as bright back.

“I made daddy put the rhinestones on the cape and shirt because I wanted lots of sparkles, and my Auntie Laura made the tutu. It’s my favoritest costume ever and you’re the only one that’s appreciated it.” She looked up at her dad and stuck her lip out in a pout that would break even the toughest man into little bitty pieces. “Daddy, I want a picture with this awesome Batman.” She reached out to hold onto his cape and Stiles kind of felt bad for causing a mutiny.

“It’s alright, Lydia. I know why your daddy doesn’t want you to be in a picture with a strange man, even if I am Batman,” He looked up at her father and shrugged. “It’s all good dude, no worries.”

“Derek,” the man blurted.

Stiles’ eyebrows scrunched up in confusion.

“My name is Derek Hale, not dude,” Derek huffed.

“Oh,” Stiles said dumbly, getting lost in the different shades of green in Derek’s eyes.

Lydia sniffled and Stiles looked down to see her eyes filling with tears and he was horrified. Derek apparently felt the same, and he bent down swiftly to wipe at the droplets stuck to her lashes. “What’s wrong pumpkin?” he asked.

“I want a picture with Batman!” Lydia wailed and Derek shot Stiles a glare.

It should not look as hot as it does.

Derek sighed through his nose and reached in his breast pocket to pull out his cell phone. Lydia squealed, apparently over her bout of crying. Derek rolled his eyes, but smiled anyway, gently pushing her towards Stiles. He crouched down and told Lydia, “We’re gonna need to take two okay? One where your cape shows, because the rhinestones will shine in the flash, and one with a superhero pose. Got it?”

Lydia nodded seriously and grabbed the end of her cape and crossed her arm over her face, only showing her eyes. Stiles smirked and copied the gesture, looking up into the camera. The flash went off and he dropped his cape. Standing up, he folded his hands into fists and rested them on his hips, puffing out his chest. Lydia copied him this time, flashing him a brilliant smile.

The flash went off a second time, and Stiles realized that he didn’t have his phone on him to hand to Derek.

“Could you hold on a sec while I go get my phone? I don’t know why I didn’t think about how I would get the pictures.”

Derek reached out and grabbed his wrist, and said, “Just give me your number. I’ll send them.”

Stiles flushed and stammered out the digits, trying not to fall over and die. Derek looked overly smug.

“Okay,” Derek said, looking up from his phone, “we’d better go, but thanks for complimenting her costume, really. No one’s done that yet,” Derek murmured, smirking at Stiles.

Suddenly, Stiles knees wanted to give out. He blamed lack of blood flow to his legs because of the tights.

“Come on Lyds, it’s almost your bed time.” Lydia huffed and hugged Stiles around his middle tighter than any child should be able to.

“Thanks, Batman!” she yelled, and then bounded off of the porch and across the lawn. Derek sighed and shook his head fondly. He looked back at Stiles and grinned, raking his eyes over Stiles’ body, before following after his daughter. Stiles leaned heavily against the doorframe, and if he watched Derek’s ass as he walked away, that was no one’s business but his own.

He walked back inside and turned off the porchlight. He was done. He took off his costume and went to shower. He thought about Derek and his stubble and eyes and muscles and Stiles really needed to stop. He toweled off quickly, putting on some boxers, and headed down to the living room to see the alert light on his phone going off.

Derek had texted him. He dove over the couch and nearly brained himself on the coffee table.

The pictures were the most adorable things in the world. And then a second text came through.

I really hope this Erica is only a friend. I might need to steal you if she’s not.

Stiles grinned and texted back, no need for theft, Pennyworth. I do require your services though. Date-like services. Starting tomorrow.

Stiles held his breath as he hit send. The answer came immediately.

Anytime, Batman.

Halloween was now officially Stiles’ favorite holiday.