#me whenever bruce accuses me of anything.

[phantom-0-writer]

excerpt from my fic (bio wayne danny)

“Sorry, am I interrupting?” Dick asked teasingly, slipping in next to Bruce. 

“I was just telling Danny how having a space station as a base of operation is a tactical call.” Bruce said, pointedly. 

“As if. It wasn’t a good idea when the JL was just the main seven, but after their expansion project, it’s a liability if not a straight out disadvantage.” Danny scoffed, rolling his eyes.

“How is it a liability?” Dick asked intrigued. 

“Whenever there’s a huge invasion or something, where do you think the evil aliens are going to attack first? The huge space satellite with at least a handful of heroes on it at all times, with state-of-the-art weapons and tech, full of information about literally everything worth having information on probably has no external defenses because no one would think to sneak into a space station, seems like a pretty good start.” Danny explained, Dick watched Bruce appraise his information. “I bet I could get in if I figured out how to get to space.” 

Bruce raised an amused brow at him, “You think you could break into the Watchtower?” 

“Easy.” Danny proclaimed, sporting a wicked grin. 

Before Dick could say anything, someone came up to their table. “Danny!” The boy, Dick recognized as Tucker, said with an exaggerated fake surprise, “What a surprise seeing you here. At the Nasty Burger. Around 6 o’clock. Today.” 

“Tucker? Why- What are you doing here?” Danny asked surprised. 

“I was just passing by,” Tucker said, shrugging dramatically. Danny gave him an accusing and disbelieving look. “My, my who are these people here with you, Danny?” Tucker asked, sliding into the seat next to Danny. 

“Tucker, you know who they are,” Danny said exasperated. 

But it seemed like they had more guests. “Danny! Wow, I wasn’t expecting you here. Small world, huh?” Sam (?) walked over preppi-ly which didn’t match her grunge aesthetic. Her hands hooked with Val’s as they walked together. 

“Small world,” Val repeated with a fake smile. The two of them sat down next to Danny and Tucker. 

Danny put his head in his hands, “I should’ve known.”

“You should’ve.” Sam nodded. 

“But you didn’t.” Val chastised jokingly. 

Next another boy comes dashing into the restaurant wearing a basketball jersey. 

“You’re late,” Val says, admonishingly. Tucker and Sam shake their heads, and Danny sighs in exasperation. 

“I literally ran here.” Wes said in between huffs of air, slumping in next to Val. 

The group of teens who had been teasing each other, in a very strange synchronous action, turn their heads to look at Bruce and Dick. Dick was really regretting watching Anabell last night. 

“I think we’ll need more food,” Bruce comments lightly. 

---

“So, dick.” Sam started, munching on a fry. “Tell us about yourself.” 

“Like what?” Dick asked

Valerie (“Do not call me Val.”) answered, “What do you do?”

“I’m a cop in Bludhaven.” Dick was met with four pairs of dubious eyes. Danny sent him a small-lipped look of disappointment, he wasn’t sure whether it was for him or at him. Maybe Dick should look into getting a new day job.

“Write that down.” Sam gestured to Tucker.

“Already on it,” Tucker reported, scribbling something with a stylus. 

“You guys are taking this very seriously,” Bruce commented, smiling. 

“It is serious.” Tucker responded. 

“What if you guys are in some child trafficking ring?” Wes commented, 

“Why would they be-” Danny started, before Wes turned to him and very seriously said, 

“That’s exactly the question, Danny. Why would they?” Wes thoughtfully turned to look at Bruce warily. 

“Y’know let’s just dive into the important questions shall we?” Sam asked her preppy attitude from before gone, replaced by a hard glare at the two of them. It reminded Dick of Titus. “What’s your opinion on the basements?”

“Basements?” Bruce repeated, confused. 

“Well, you wouldn’t be the first eccentric billionaire to insist Danny be their son. And we’ve noticed a few patterns.” Tucker informed them as if they were talking about something completely normal and mundane. Though, Dick couldn’t really argue. Bruce was also an eccentric billionaire with a secret basement. 

“Well, we have a basement,” Dick said hesitantly. “Does that dock us points?” He asked Tucker, half-joking, half-concerned. 

“Tentative.” 

“So what do you do in your basement?” Wes asked, sipping on a milkshake. 

“Normal basement things.” Dick lied. 

“Such as…” Valarie implored, eyes suspicious. 

Dick hesitated thinking about what to say. Bruce hadn’t said anything either. But Danny took the time to tell his friends, “Guys I really don’t think that should be a problem. I mean, would someone like Vlad really go for the ‘let’s have dinner so my family can meet your family and we can get to know each other’ approach when the ‘let me drug and kidnap you and stick you in a cloning pod’ approach was right there.” 

His friends seemed to consider this before they all nodded and agreed. 

“Vlad Masters drugged and kidnaped you to put you in a cloning pod?” Bruce asked, concerned. 

“No,” Danny said, offhandedly, not bothering to elaborate. Someone should really look into that guy. 

“O-M-G, is that Paulina?” Wes said pointedly, a menacing grin on his face as he looked at Danny, who in turn looked alarmed.

“Aw, Danny you should go say ‘Hi’.” Tucker cooed, teasingly, Danny groaned, his ears flushing in embarrassment.

“Guys, stop.” Sam said finally, “We wouldn’t want another spoon incident.” A grin cracked on her face. Danny buried his face in his hands. 

Dick looked over to see who they were talking about. There were two girls, one was a blond girl with her arms hooked around Kwan from The Mall, and the other was a darker skinned girl wearing a pink crop top. Dick wasn’t sure who Paulina was, but it didn’t really matter, as he took his chance to tease his brother. “You have a crush on Paulina?” He asked teasingly. Bruce is smiling next to him. 

“No.” Danny denied it fervently. “I mean- I did. Like forever ago. But not anymore.”

“He’s since moved on to more attainable targets.” Tucker nodded. Received a smack from Sam and a spoon to the face from Valerie. “Ow. What? It’s true.” 

“Y’know what they say. Keep your friends close, and your enemies closer.” Wes added with a snicker. 

“Wes,” Danny groaned at the same time as Sam and Valarie hissed his name. 

“I sense a story.” Bruce commented, sipping his drink. 

“It all started when we were fresh little freshmen. Danny had his little crush on Paulina. I was just trying to get by, y’know. Not all of us have Wayne genes.” Tucker started pointedly. 

“What- we didn’t know about that till this week.” Danny pointed out. 

“Doesn’t mean it wasn’t there, dude.” Wes spoke up. Sam and Valerie stayed suspiciously quiet. Dick’s smirk only grew. 

“As I was saying, we’re just doing normal freshman things, when Sammy here,” Tucker points to Sam with his head, “starts crushing. Big time.”

“It was not that bad.” Sam points out. 

“It was, in fact, that bad.” Tucker said, looking at Bruce and Dick, “But at the same time Danny and Val have a little enemies-to-lovers thing and then they both start crushing on each other. And they dated for a while, but then they broke up cause Val had a lot on her plate at the time. Danny was all mopey and heartbroken. And then Sam swoops in like his little knight in glowing armor, then they start dating. And all the while I’m here single and alone.” Tucker shakes his head mournfully. 

“I was not all mopey and heartbroken.” Danny defends himself. 

“You so were dude.” Tucker says.

“Yeah.” Sam agrees. 

“But then Sam and Danny decide that they’re better off as friends because Danny kinda had a lot to deal with. And now we’re all best friends.”  Tucker concluded, cheerfully. 

“Apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, huh, Bruce.” Dick says slyly. Bruce huffs. 

“Then what about the spoon incident?” Bruce asked. 

“Oh, that was back when there were a lot of ghost attacks, and the school had my parents come in to run security. And this one time we were having lunch outside, and they just showed up out of nowhere. And I got kinda spooked and…” Danny’s voice trailed off into a mumble, and Dick couldn’t catch the last bit.

“Sorry, what was that?” 

“He said he swallowed a spoon.” Wes spoke up. 

“What?” Bruce asked, alarmed. “Are you okay?” 

“Oh yeah, I got it out.” Danny waved dismissively. 

“How?” Dick asked, confused.

“Uh, I just did.” He waved again. Before Dick could ask any more questions, someone else decided to show up.

“Oh good, I thought I missed you guys.” Another red-haired boy showed up. “Hi, I’m Adam, Wes’s brother.” Dick recognized the accent the boy had. He stuck out a hand for Dick to shake.

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regular boy: daniel wayne - chap 9

[swe3tte4rs]

" Like a cinnamon roll " - Batfam x Little Sister!Reader

Request: Can I request a batfamily hc with an adopted little batsis who is younger than Damian pls? She's a cute little cinnamon roll and gets spoiled by her rich ansd supportive family.

A/N: (Ignore the tittle and image, I have no ideas) Thank you for the request!! And... I DIDN'T HAVE TIME TO UPLOAD THIS 😓😭😓💔💔💔 I'M SO SORRY

It's short, yes ok, I admit it. But at least I uploaded thiss! And I'm also sorry if this isn't written the way you want, I'm sorry.

As usual. This Au is a combination of headcanons, comics, video games, series and wattpad, so not everything will be canon.

TW: nothing? no canon

Dick Grayson / Nightwing

he loves you.

but he hardly has time to spend.

I think he is one of those brothers who lift you up in their arms as a tender greeting. (💗)

"What? I thought kids liked cereal for dinner…"

Don't take this the wrong way, he would like to have time to spend with you, but he has a VERY tight schedule…

Dick would be very protective and he would do everything possible so that you don't have any trauma (or something like that).

He is one of the charismatic brothers, always making you smile with his bad jokes.

And obviously always being by your side as a brother.

If you ever have a bad relationship with Bruce, Dick would cure those daddy issues for you. 🫶

Always giving you life lessons...

Dick would take you out for a walk in the afternoons (if he had time) to have a shake or ice cream.

Jason Todd / Red hood

okey, just let me.

"You want a beer, kid?"

I guess you hardly ever have interaction with each other.

yk, he has daddy issues x100

Jason is one of the brothers who sits you in front of the TV, puts on some cartoon and leaves you there while he does something.

He simply found out about your existence from the news that Bruce Wayne adopted another little girl or Dick told him.

Once he met you and saw how sweet, kind and innocent, he said to himself: "Time to be a good big brother."

Jason would be very overprotective of you, he wouldn't want anything to happen to you.

Sometimes he starts to think and goes blank when he thinks that you are going to be a teenager and have a partner who will hurt you.

He already planned different ways to kill them. Even if they are aliens.

Despite his tough and stern attitude, he also shows his emotional and tender side with you.

Tim Drake / Red Robin

It's a good brotherly relationship between you, honestly.

Tim, seeing you, so innocent and sweet, decided to be your biggest guardian. (Although there is Alfred as your "protector", but he wants to do it anyway)

Tim would help you with science, geography, math and whatever homework you need.

He may be a coffee addict, but he wouldn't give you coffee even if he was threatened with death. You are very small.

"ALFRED! Y/N ACCIDENTALLY DRINK FROM MY COFFEE MUG AND NOW LOOKS LIKE A DAMN ZOMBIE!!" (like you, fucking brum brum)

Forget what I say...

Support for you... whenever he feels like it.

Nah just kidding, he's very good to you, he loves you.

He would scold you, yes, but then he sees that you are angry with him, he feels bad now.

Cassandra Cain / Orphan

Cass would just be so sweet to you 😭

#bestbigsisterinthefuckingworld

She always makes sure you get anywhere safely and eat all your meals.

I feel like it would be two kinds of big sisters every time you get angry with her because you scolded her… It depends on her mood.

Like like. You go to your room, yell at her and close the door forcefully, she would be sad for your scream and feel bad about herself. BUT, in another case she may simply not care and yell back at you. "FINE!"

But you always return to being the united sisters you always were.

Very sweet, she will always be your support and is always giving you love.

She's someone who takes everything seriously, because you know. So...

If they insult you, let me tell you, she will give any child a death glare. Oh, and she would accuse those children to their parents.

Damian Wayne / Robin

NO INSPO WITH HIM, SORRY DAMIAN FANS, I LOVE YOU

At first he would be like: "And who is this..."

First, you must spend a lot of time with him so that he can trust you and that you are not some spy. /jk

Dami is a very mature boy for his age, so I don't think they do the typical jokes between brothers.

Although, he likes to make you laugh with bad jokes that he copied from Dick.

Damian is not so good at "cohabit" with small children or those his age, but he would try with you.

He would also be a very protective brother, like a faithful guardian.

At first there would be a bit of misunderstanding between him and bruce, but it was later resolved once he liked you.

It would help you with nightmares (if you have them), allow you to go into his room and sleep with him.

A good brother once you know him well. He loves you.

Duke Thomas / The Signal

I think he would also be a very sweet and loving brother.

I think he's one of those older brothers who lifts your feet up to his and starts doing a silly, adorable little dance. Love him.

Sometimes he doesn't take you seriously because of how adorable you are.

I just imagined Duke having cuteness overload watching you try to help him in the kitchen or with his homework.

He would let you try your "makeups" on him, he doesn't care about the teasing, anything just to be your favorite big brother.

The tremendous scolding that kids who make fun of you get from Duke.

I feel like he would be very patient with you, always.

He finds it funny that anyone can bribe you with a simple chocolate or candy.

He would teach you how to play different games. Like football, he would celebrate every time you score a simple silly goal.

[If you like you can add more headcanons <3 || Divider not mine! You can find the user who did it in a reblog of my account!]

[kieran-granola]

Sweet Sorries

(This is a little JayTim Chanukah gift for @silver-snow-77! Thank you for being a lot of fun 💕)

“We missed you at the Manor.”

Jason doesn't flinch but he tenses, his shoulders drawing up as he sets his helmet down on the table. Slowly, he turns around to find Tim sitting at his kitchen table all bundled up in a cozy sweater and scarf. The plate of sufganiyot that Jason cooked and abandoned earlier that day is waiting in front of him, the shape of it somehow accusing in the semi-darkness.

“Who’s we exactly?” Jason asks as he unholsters his guns. 

In the kitchen, Tim shrugs. “Alfred. Bruce. Damian. Me. Take your pick.”

Following his well-practiced routine, Jason unloads his weapons and puts them away in his safe. He'll need to clean them later — to make sure everything will be in working order tomorrow when he heads out into the streets again — but he's got more pressing concerns for now.

“You see me practically everyday, birdie.”

“We don't celebrate Hanukkah everyday, though.”

Jason shrugs off his leather jacket and sprawls on his couch to work on removing his boots. “Technically, for a week, we do.”

Tim's tongue clicks. “Jason.”

“Timothy,” Jason deadpans.

They stare at each other in silence for a minute, then Tim sighs. His shoulders droop, hurt clear on his face. When he speaks, his voice is thin.  “Why didn't you show up? I wanted to spend the night with you. I thought—I was hoping that you wanted to celebrate with me too.”

Shame and guilt bloom in Jason's stomach. Fuck. He's an asshole. He was so caught up in his insecurities, so worried about Bruce's judgment and Alfred's disapproval, that he didn't stop to consider whether Tim would be hurt by his absence. Stomach turning into a mess of knots, he kicks his boots off and stands up. 

“I'm sorry. I was planning to go. I mean—” he gestures to the plate of pastries, “—I even baked. But then I just… I don't know. I couldn't do it.”

Tim bites his lip. “You got scared.”

“I guess.”

“You could have told me. I would have spent the evening with you, we could have—”

“No!” Jason blurts out. “No. It's—You shouldn't have to skip family celebrations just because you decided to fuck the local pariah.”

Tim goes stock-still, his expression smoothing out into an impenetrable mask. “Is that what we're doing? Fucking?”

Dozens of memories flit through Jason’s mind — Tim's smile over shared fries, his strong fingers digging bruises into Jason's hips, heated debates in front of the TV, and days spent curled up together in bed — and his heart stutters. Dammit. He didn’t mean to imply that what they have isn’t serious. 

“No, it's not,” he says slowly. “You know it's not. You're as much of a detective as I am. You’ve got to know how I feel about you.”

“By that logic, you have to know how I feel about you too. But you still left me hanging at the Manor tonight.” 

Jason looks away. Maybe he does know. Maybe he remembers the way Tim took care of him when he was sick despite his own weakened immune system. Maybe he can picture the smile that blooms on his face whenever he wakes up next to Jason. Maybe he knows the shape of Tim's feelings intimately. Maybe he's let him write them across his bones with every kiss and touch.

Maybe it's not enough to compensate for his fear of Bruce anyway.

“I'm sorry,” he repeats. “I should have warned you. I was too caught up in my issues with B to think about you and that was unfair of me. I'll do better next time.”

Tim gives him a long, inscrutable look. Then he sighs. “Alright.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. I’ve got my own hang-ups when it comes to Bruce, so… Apology accepted. On one condition.”

“Anything you want. Just say the word.”

“I want a sufganiyah,” Tim replies lightly. “And a kiss.”

Gratitude fills Jason’s chest with sunshine. He doesn’t know what he was expecting, but it definitely wasn’t Tim’s playful answer. To be forgiven so easily and reminded that Tim cares for him all in one fell swoop… It’s a gift he never thought he’d be given.

Eyes stinging, he moves closer and pushes the plate towards Tim. “Take as many as you want. Hell, eat them all. I can always make more.”

Tim grabs a beignet. He takes a bite, and powdered sugar sticks to his mouth, bright and enticing. 

Jason leans in reflexively at the sight. Every inch of him longs for a taste of Tim’s sweetness. As clumsy with his words as he can be, he knows exactly how to touch Tim by now. How to handle him with the care and reverence he doesn’t know how to express when he’s not borrowing a poet’s words. 

(Art commissioned from the lovely @coffeexrage)

Tim notices him staring. He lifts his chin and gives Jason an expectant look, his blue eyes impossibly bright. “Well? That’s only half of what I asked for. Where’s my kiss?”

Laughing quietly, Jason crosses the distance between them and kisses the tip of Tim’s freckled nose. “There.”

Tim scrunches up his nose. “I meant a proper kiss.”

“Finish eating, you gremlin. I’ll kiss you as many times as you want after.”

“You sure about that?” Tim grins slyly. “Because I might need a kiss every day until I die.”

Jason rolls his eyes even as his heart misses a beat. “You drive a hard bargain.”

“Oh, I can drive it harder.” Tim gives him an exaggerated wink.

Flushing, Jason takes a sufganiyah and pushes it against Tim’s lips to shut him up. “Eat or you won’t get any kisses at all.”

“Yessir.” Half-laughing, Tim takes a bite and the two of them share a smile. 

Jason doesn’t know what tomorrow will be like — whether Tim will insist on going to the Manor to light the candles again, and whether he’ll have the strength to accompany him if he does. What he does know, though, is that Tim’s gentle warmth is enough to make him want to keep making an effort. He might never be able to mend things with Bruce, he still damn well intends to nurture his relationship with Tim.

One kiss at a time.

[dc-marvel-life]

These Are My Ladies

Request: Would it be too much to ask for a poly fic with female reader and all the marvel ladies being soulmates? 

Pairing: Natasha x reader, Wanda x reader, Yelena x reader, Kate x reader, Carol x reader 

Word Count: ~1.9K

A/N: Now, this was supposed to be a short fic, but it got away from me. Who knows, there might be more to this story. Dorogoy means sweetheart 

Y/N was a well-known spy with the nickname; deadman. They called her that because you were a dead man walking when you saw her coming after you. She is no longer a spy because she was falsely accused of a crime she did not commit. No one heard her out, so she committed to a life of being an assassin/ mercenary.

While living her new life as a mercenary, she has had a lot of run-ins with the Avengers. She is on their most-wanted list but has yet to be caught. 

The men on the team hate her because she is cocky, annoying, and arrogant. The women on the team have a different viewpoint of Y/N. The women all love Y/N because she is all of their soulmates.

Y/N is a soulmate to Natasha, Wanda, Yelena, Kate, and Carol, but they do not know about each other. They know that Y/N is a lesbian but not that she is poly with people on the team. Whenever Y/N runs into her girlfriends, no matter how much the job pays or how big the mission is, she always puts her girlfriends first.

—

Now Y/N is in a warehouse that is in the middle of nowhere. It was an easy job for Deadman because all she had to do was blow up an abandoned warehouse and get a bank for it. There was no heavy lifting or killing; she just had to make a bomb big enough to blow up the warehouse. 

Y/N just finished hooking up the bomb and is now leaving the building. While walking out, she heard a noise that got her attention. She goes and investigates the sound and sees Yelena. 

“Hey, dorogoy, what are you doing here?” Yelena looks at Y/N, confused.

“What are you doing here!?” Y/N says, panicked.

“You just asked me the same question, but we are here on a mission. There are captives in the basement, and we are getting them out safely. 

“Shit, get everyone out here now!” Y/N says and runs back to the bomb. Without thinking, Yelena tells everyone they must leave there immediately. Everyone is confused about why they have to go.

“Deadman is here and says that we need to go now!” Yelena says. When they hear that Deadman said it, then it must be serious. They ensure they get all the captives out of the warehouse into the jet.

Now Wanda, Kate, Yelena, Natasha, and Carol are waiting outside the building for their girlfriend to come out. Then the building blows up, kicking them back a bit and landing on their butts. 

They get up and look at the rubble to see if Y/N made it out. After a few minutes and no sign of her, Carol and Wanda use their powers to go in and look for Y/N. 

After a bit of time, they were able to find Y/N in the rubble, but she was unconscious and badly hurt. She has cuts and bruises all over her body, and her head is bleeding. They take her into the jet and go back to the compound. The ride back was silent because everyone was worried about Y/N. They give the captives to SHELID so they can go somewhere safe. 

Once that was all settled, they rushed Y/N into the med bay with Bruce and Dr. Cho.

“What happened?!” Dr. Cho says, looking at Y/N, who is batter and bruised.

“There was an explosion on the mission, and she got caught in it,” Natasha says quietly.

“You mean the warehouse that should have been empty? Why was she there, and why was there an explosion?” Bruce questions the ladies because he knows Y/N was not there for anything good.

“Well, I am pretty sure she planted the explosion, but when she saw that we were there, she warned us and tried to stop it,” Yelena defends. 

“It doesn’t matter what the story is; we need to help her, Bruce,” Dr. Cho says, taking a closer look at Y/N. Bruce sighs and helps.

“We will do everything that we can,” Bruce says.

“Please, she is my soulmate,” all of the ladies say at the same time. They all look at each other like they are crazy. 

“What do you mean she is your guys’ soulmate? She is mine; we felt the bond and everything,” Wanda says.

“We felt the bond, too,” Carol says, and the rest of the ladies nod in agreement.

Bruce and Dr. Cho are stunned but don’t say a word and continue to help Y/N. The ladies gave Bruce and Dr. Cho space and left the med bay. They all walk to the living room to talk about the news that they just heard. 

“So, are all of you telling me that you all felt the soulmate bond with Y/N,” Natasha says, and they all nod.

“How is that possible? When I first met Y/N, she was on a mission to kill someone, and I was going to stop her. We met eyes, and I immediately knew that Y/N and I were supposed to spend the rest of our lives together. She’s like home for me,” Kate says, upset that Y/N might not be her soulmate.

“I understand that. The same thing happened to me. She takes me out on the best dates and tells me she loves me. I guess she doesn’t, though,” Carol says with her head down.

“We go on lots of dates, and she says I love you to me too,” Natasha says, defeated. At that point, all the ladies realize that Y/N has claimed she is their soulmate. Also doing the same thing with each one of them. 

“Look, let’s just confront her when she wakes up so we can get to the bottom of this,” Yelena says, standing up and then going to the gym to let off some steam. 

Hours later, Bruce and Dr. Cho find all the ladies and tell them that Y/N is okay and now resting in the med bay. They all go together to see Y/N wake up.

They enter the room where Y/N is staying and crowd around her bed. At first, Y/N was asleep and slowly woke up to all of her soul mates at her bedside.

“Yee! You all are here,” Y/N looks around the room and sees that they all look mad, “I am sensing that you guys are mad,” Y/N says, sitting up in the bed.

“You have some explaining to do,” Wanda says calmly, trying her best not to raise her voice. 

“Okay, what do I have to explain?” Y/N says, oblivious to the situation right in front of her.

“How come you have five soulmates? You know that is impossible to have right; you can only have one soulmate,” Kate says.

“Also, how can you make us all feel the soulmate bond!? Are you a mutant, and this is your power?! To mess with all of our feelings!” Yelena says, raising her voice, but Natasha calms her down by rubbing her back. Y/N looks around at all of them.

“What do you mean? You all are my soulmates. I can’t fake a soulmate bond; that will be impossible to do, and you all know that” Y/N sighs, “let me come clean. You are all my soulmates, and I love you all very much. I just have five soulmates. I thought I would only have one when I was younger, but all that changed when I met Nat for the first time” Y/N looks at Natasha and smiles. She grabs Natasha's hand and rubs her knuckles because she knows that Natasha doesn’t like PDA. 

“Then I met Wanda for the first time, and it was the same magic all over again as I did with Nat” Y/N takes Wanda’s hand and kisses her knuckles because she knows that Wanda like it when she does that.

“Then I met Carol, and I realize that I am going to have many soulmates because the exact same feeling happened again” Y/N tugs Carol's belt loop so she can lean in and give Carol a kiss on the lips. Carol might be a big, bad, and powerful avenger, but she sometimes likes it when someone takes charge.

“I met Kate next and again; I felt the same bond as the rest” Y/N caresses Kate’s cheek because Kate loves as much physical contact as possible.

“Recently, I met Yelena for the first time, and the same thing happened again” Y/N tucks Yelena’s hair behind her ear. Yelena is just like her sister and doesn’t like PDA and is still warming up to being physical with each other. Now it is the small gestures that make Yelena feel special.

“The reason why I didn’t tell you all is because I wanted you guys to feel special and not like you are sharing me. I have been doing this for years, and don’t you all feel like I paid all my attention to each and every one of you” Y/N questions, and all the ladies nod in silence.

“See! Look, I know it was wrong not telling you all, and eventually, I knew that I would have to tell you all, but I didn’t want to ruin our magic. Plus, I am not the best of friends with the Avengers as a whole because of my background, and you guys weren’t going to tell each other that you were my soulmate,” Y/N smiles.

“Well, you were right about that, and you did make us feel special like we were your only soulmate,” Carol says.

“You came to every one of our dates and anniversaries,”  Wanda says.

“You made sure you stay in contact with us daily,” Yelena says.

“Every time we needed you for something small or big, you came and helped us,” Natasha says.

“You made sure we were safe regarding a mission,” Kate says.

“I tried my best for all of you, and I love all of you with all my heart. You guys feel it too, because of the soulmate bond. I wouldn’t lie to you guys ever. I hope with this news that nothing has to change,” Y/N says hopefully.

“No, nothing has to change. You are an amazing soulmate to us all. Right guys?” Carol asks, and they all agree.

“Yeah, this can work. It was strange that I didn’t get jealous when you kissed or held the other hand like I do when it is a stranger,” Wanda says.

“That’s because you are all my soulmates. You shouldn’t feel jealous of each other, just other people. We are all bonded” Y/N looks at all her soulmates.

“So does that mean we are soulmates with each other?” Kate ask.

“Technically, yes and no. We are all bonded, but you guys don’t need to have any relations with each other. I mean, Natasha and Yelena are sisters,” Y/N says.

“They aren’t blood sisters,” Carol points out.

“I will never kiss Nat!” Yelena says.

“I will never kiss you either,” Nat says, and Y/N laughs.

“Not like that. If you guys want to cuddle or do other stuff with each other, I don’t mind because we are all bonded. Now let’s do a group hug,” Y/N says with open arms, and everyone joins in on the group hug.

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Some Tim Drake headcanon

I did some headcanon based in canon stuff and also random things, this is more around the batkids and Tim. Please respect

Tim likes to think of himself as a street smarth, but he's not. He is academically smarth, but not a street smart kid (he grew up in a mansion with several servants, even though he is hella neglected, he wouldn't know how to survive on the streets of Gotham in the same way that Jason, Duke, Dick)

(ok I noticed some confusion with my worlds here, then Tim Drake is a child from Gotham, his way of surviving there is a little different from his brother but he still would figure it out. That's what I was saying, thanks for the comprehension)

whenever Tim needs someone to talk to he looks for Dick, he knows that Dick will listening to him and his older brother will also give him useful advice/ help him solve the problem

He's afraid of having redhead fever from his older brothers (Dick being friend with Babs, Wally, Kor'i and Roy and Jason being friend with Artemis, Roy and Kor'i), not in a romantic way or anything, he just doesn't know how to explain how Dick and Jason attract so many redheaded friends

He fears info dumping someone when he talks; Duke once commented that he liked the smell of rain when it rained on very hot days, and Tim began to explain that this was due to a fungus. Duke just listened silently and then shy smiled. And only later did Tim think he had ruined the peaceful moment, as he noticed how Duke and Cass lay quietly enjoying the rain...

His relationship with Steph isn't that complicated, they dated in the past, but nowadays they both try their best to remain good friends

He tries to plan several cute dates with Bernard, but he always ends up overthinking so he chooses the simplest route, cinema and burgers (Kon and Bart helped him choose this as perfect date)

When Tim is having problems with Bruce, he always turns to Dick, knowing that his older brother will help him with whatever he needs

Tim regrets the beginning between him and Damian, not just the assassination attempts, but Tim didn't try to trust Damian and always accused Damian's people of being bad and had an offense towards Damian's origins (both were wrong, Damian in his trauma stuff and I dislike how "his people are evil" that DC wrote at that time)

He is secretly afraid of someone discovering the bomb in Nanda Parbat, yes there were murderers there, but it was a city that also had civilians there and as a hero he shouldn't put the lives of innocent people at risk (why does DC keep writing him like that???)

There are actually several theories in Gotham about why he doesn't age, some say he's a vampire and others say he bathes in the blood of innocents, no one knows who start these theories (Dick blames Jason, Jason blames Damian, Damian blames Steph, Steph blames Bernard and Kon and Bart blames each others)

his worst nightmare is being the only survivor of his entire family (again)

Loneliness can hurt him in ways no villain could, being alone can drive him crazy. Therefore, unlike his brothers (who can work alone), Tim tries his best to work in teams

Because Bruce and Tim were born into a rich house, they are out of touch with normal stuff sometimes

he really enjoys listening to Bernard's theories and sometimes encourages him with something stupid

Tim likes to think that If his mother were alive she would like Bernard

Tim is the only one in the family who shows concern about Damian's addiction to adopting animals, afraid that it will turn into something similar to Bruce

Tim learned a lot about motorcycles because he thought it would be a good topic to talk about with Jason

Tim has and listens to his emo playlist

Even when he hates loneliness, he can disappear for a while, either because he wants someone to look for him or because of something Bruce said. When this happend, he usually comes back when he is tired of being alone or someone go look for him (man this is pretty sad...let me write something...)

There was a time when he disappeared for a while, he hid in a safehouse outside the country and when he started to wonder if anyone would miss him the door was shut down, Damian, Jon and a girl in a white mask that he didn't recognize entered

"tt if I knew you weren't in danger I would have feared more" "what?" "come on, get on the Goliath, we have to go home" "did something happen?" "Batcow. Cows have a circle of friends and they can get depressed if a friend disappears

Ok Tim knew about cows due to Kon living on a farm, but he was extremely confused about being kidnapped rescued by Damian, Jon and Nobody just because the kids were worried about the Batcow mental health

Coming back was strange, since Bruce didn't even notice he was gone, but soon he felt Alfred the cat rubbing against him, Titus licking his hand and the cow mooing at him, Tim was a little happier to come back (I'm not good to write fluffly you guys are struck with this)

Nowadays Tim is very smug because he was the first of the brothers to fly in Goliath

Some batkid headcanon: Damian || Duke || Cassandra || Stephanie || Tim || Jason || Dick

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With Friends Like You, Who Needs Enemies

Steve Rogers x Reader, Natasha x Bruce, Steve x Natasha, Bucky Barnes x Reader

Chapter 5

Warnings: swearing, angst, unintentional(?) bodily harm, descriptions of sex acts

In the great hall, right after Y/N left, Steve was hearing it from his friends. Bucky was the worst.

"What happened to the guy I grew up with? He wouldn't have cheated on his girl. What were you thinking" Bucky questioned.

Steve clenched his teeth "Why are you so concerned about her? You think you're so sly but I noticed. I see how you look at my girl. I know you want her and are just mad at me because you can't have her. What happened with you two in Wakanda?"

Bucky worked to rein in his temper and remind himself that this is Steve, practically his brother, and keep his response measured "You mean when you sent her to babysit me so you could be free to fuck Nat whenever you wanted? It doesn't matter how I feel about her because she was your girl and I would never cross that line. You have a lot of nerve throwing accusations at me, considering what you've done."

Steve was losing his temper and taunted "Maybe you're just jealous. I have Y/N and your old girlfriend, Nat, while you have nothing. No sane woman would want you anymore."

Bucky clenched his fists and went to reply when he was interrupted by Tony.

"Jesus Cap, I wish you could hear yourself. Where's the star spangled man who always does what's right? I'm glad my dad never saw you like this, selfish and entitled, insulting your bff because you were caught cheating. Talk about the mighty falling." He glanced over at Bruce, seeing green blotches on his skin "Yeah, Cap, You might want to leave before the big guy shows up."

Steve looked at Bruce who was trying to hold it in, his eyes widened and he decided to take Tony's advice and leave "I'll see you all back at the compound"

Before he made it out of the tent there was a bright light and what sounded like an explosion.

Steve looked back to the rest of the team but they were already out of their seats.

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Y/N quickly left the hall, needing to be alone without Steve staring at her like that. She started off crying, feeling the ache in her chest over Steve and Nats actions, the sting of Nat's betrayal. Nat was the first friend Y/N had ever made, she trusted and confided in her but the whole time Nat resented her and was sleeping with Steve. And Steve, how could he try to claim that he loved her and did it to protect her.

After she had passed a few buildings and headed into a wooded area she heard someone clearing their throat. She stopped and turned around to see Nat behind her.

Y/N growled "What the fuck do you want, Romanoff?"

Nat laughed "Aaww, Little princess got so mad she said a swear. Stevie will be so disappointed."

"Fuck you and fuck Steve. You can have each other. I don't want anything to do with either of you."

She tried to leave but Nat grabbed her arm "Don't walk away from me you prissy little bitch! I didn't get to tell you how good your Stevies fat cock felt when he was balls deep inside me or how he ate my pussy until I soaked his face. How he fucked me in the supply closet while you were in the hall, right there. Or how fucking hard he got inside me when you were so close but too dumb to figure it out. You should be thanking me, your dear Stevie is a freak and your naive ass wouldn't be able to keep up with him."

Y/N shook her head "Stop it! Stop!! I get it I'm a dumb kid and you took my man. He's yours. Now leave me alone." She tried to twist out of Nats grip but Nat just squeezed harder.

"Stop fighting me. You'll stay here and listen to what I have to say or I'll break your fucking wrist."

Y/N pulled again and when she still couldn't get free, felt a panic attack creeping up on her. "No Nat let me go!!! Let me go! Letmegoletmegoletmego."

There was a snap as Nat broke her wrist. Y/N screamed in pain and dropped to her knees, a blinding white light flashed around her and she just sat on her knees in the mud sobbing until darkness took her.

Tony got there first, saw Y/N unconscious in the middle of a huge circle of trees that had been blown back as though a bomb had hit. Under a couple of the downed trees was Nat, laying very still. Tony was speechless, they had been working on controlling her powers but he had no idea she could cause such destruction.

"Friday? Notify the team that we have a situation over here. Romanoff is down and I don't know what's up with Y/N."

"Of course, Boss."

"Can you get vitals on either of them? Or any other info on what happened?"

"They are both alive but Agent Romanoffs heartbeat is thready, she needs medical attention. That's all I can tell from here."

Tony slowly started moving towards Nat since she was in worse shape. He was working out how to move the trees without causing any more damage when Steve, Bruce and Bucky came running up.

Steve looked at the collapsed figure in the middle of the blast area and headed towards Y/N when Bucky stopped him. "I don't think so asshole, go take care of your girlfriend. Help Tony get those trees off her."

Steve looked like he was going to argue when he heard Bucky's vibranium arm whirring and decided another fight wouldn't help things any.

By the time they got Nat out from under the trees a stretcher had been brought out and they took her to the medical building that was still under construction.

Bucky went to help Y/N, walking up slowly and speaking gently to her.

"Hey Doll. It's just me, your Bucky. I'm gonna come over there and make sure you're ok."

He let out a breath he didn't know he was holding when her eyes opened only to quickly close until her hand reached up to cover them. When he reached her he kneeled down next to her.

"I saw you open your eyes. It's ok doll. I just wanna help."

And started stroking her hair, smiling when she leaned into his hand.

Y/N pushed herself up until she was sitting. She looked around "What happened?"

Bucky smiled "I was hoping you could tell me. Looks like a bomb was dropped here."

She laughed wryly "Are you saying I'm da bomb?" The effort making her cough.

Bucky chuckled "No I mean yes you are but that's not-"

"It's ok, I was teasing." She rasped out "Uh, Bucky, I think my wrist is broken but I can't feel anything. I must have drained myself." She struggled to sit up and looked around to see the mess

"Oh. No. Did I cause this? I didn't mean to hurt anyone but Nat wouldn't let me go. She kept taunting me and it just pushed out." Her eyes filled with tears.

"Bucky, please believe me I never meant to hurt anyone. Please don't let them lock me up again."

Bucky rubbed her back, trying to soothe her "Hey, hey, it's ok. No one is gonna lock you up. Not on my watch."

Y/N collapsed against him and he held her tight "Can I pick you up, doll? I want to have you looked at."

She looked up at him "I think I can walk myself" and tried to stand but her legs gave out. She chuckled "Ok, maybe not." And sighed "Sure, you can carry me."

Bucky gently picked her up and carried her to the medical building. As soon as he entered an Asgardian quickly brought a gurney over for Bucky to set her down on. They nodded at him and rolled her away while Bucky sat down to wait.

As she was rolled away the woman pushing her spoke up "I'm Eir. We need to do some tests to make sure you're alright. That was quite a display of power you made."

Y/N cringed "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to, she just...." She paused

Eir smiled "It's alright child, we have seen what the Widow has done to you. She pushed you too far and overwhelmed you. You would think she would be smarter dealing with enhanced individuals."

"I didn't even know I could do anything like that" she said shyly "I've only been learning to focus the light, like a laser, recently."

Eir looked at her sadly "Such is often the way with powers like yours. They don't manifest until puberty and strong emotions can intensify them. If the Queen allows it you should stay here for awhile to work on them. You would be safe from other countries governments who would prefer to cage or experiment on you and surrounded by people who understand and want to help."

Y/N smiled "It sounds lovely but the team-"

Eir shook her head "Some members of your team want to help but others are frightened of your abilities, more so now. I'm sure the queen would allow your Winter soldier to stay with you." And smiled knowingly.

Y/N felt her face heat up and hoped Eir couldn't tell "What do you mean? Bucky and I are just friends. He's not my anything."

Eir laughed softly "Dear child, that man is in love with you. I don't know how you could miss it. He has almost come to blows with his closest friend over his treatment of you. Take your time to heal from the captain but don't overlook the sargent."

Y/N laid quietly while Eir did a scan and physical exam, thinking about all of it. When the scan was done Eir helped her sit up.

"Everything looks fine, I believe the large output of emotions enhanced your ability to allow you to cause the damage you did and also drained you. I want you to stay here until tomorrow and get some rest. If you choose to stay here for an extended visit, I'm sure we can find someone to help you work with your powers.

He can be shifty but Prince Loki might be able and willing to help."

Y/N nodded "It's something I'll definitely, consider." She looked down "Is Natasha ok? I might hate her but I didn't really mean to hurt her."

Eir looked at her "The Widow has multiple broken bones, scrapes and a concussion. She hasn't woken up yet.

Y/N woke up that evening when she smelled food. Her mouth was watering before she even opened her eyes. When she looked around the surroundings were unfamiliar and it took her a moment to figure out where she was.

Then the memories hit and she had to hold back a sob.

"Hello my dear. I've been hearing so much about you I had to come speak with you myself." Loki smiled at her

She tried to smile back "We have met before, you know. Thor brought you to the compound once but you didn't seem to like it much"

Loki nodded "Yes, well I was a bit of a war criminal at the time and being around my former captors wasn't exactly my idea of a pleasant time. So much has changed since then.

I know you are still tired so eat and get more rest. I would like to speak to you tomorrow when you're well rested."

Y/N heard a scream, she could tell it was Nat. Then she heard noise like a struggle and more yelling. The door to her room was slammed open to Nat breathing heavily, gauze wrapped around her head, covering her eyes.

Someone came up behind her "Miss, you shouldn't be out of bed, you'll hurt yourself."

Nat screeched "I don't care. I need the little bitch to see what she's done." She moved her head like she was looking for something "She's in here isn't she? Y/N!!! You stupid little brat, you blinded me. I can't see because you can't control your emotions or powers. I'm going to have Fury lock you up and when my sight comes back I'm going to-"

Nat dropped and they could see the orderly behind her with an empty syringe

"I'm so sorry Eir, Miss. She's very strong and took a higher dose of sedative than I expected."

Y/N looked at Eir "I blinded her? Maybe I should leave before Fury finds out and causes trouble here."

Eir shook her head "Fury has no authority here, he can't cause us any trouble. Her blindness is probably temporary."

Y/N wrapped her arms around herself, trying to hold back the feeling that everyone would be better off if she were gone.

She slept that night but it was plagued with dreams of Steve and Nat.

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The next morning, after breakfast and the ok from Eir, Y/N went for a walk to work through everything that had happened the last couple of days. Her life had been turned upside down.

After walking for a while she saw a pasture with horses and a barn at the other end. She remembered reading books about horses and imagining the freedom to climb up onto a horses back and run away when she was a kid. She leaned against the fence and watched the horses playing, trying to appreciate their beauty and push the painful thoughts away.

As she shook her head and groaned she heard someone approaching. It was Val with a beautiful white horse.

"I know we've just met but you seem like you could use a friend. This is Calliope but you can call her Calli. She is the gentlest horse in my stable and an incredible listener. She understands commands in English walk stop etc and I've packed a water bag and some snacks. She will take you on a nice ride and bring you home when you are ready. Nature is good for what ails you." She smiled gently.

Y/N shook her head "It sounds like you were getting ready to ride out, I don't want to take your horse"

Val laughed "No, I was in the hall when Rogers and Romanoff showed up. After everything that's happened, I figured you would need to get some air and perspective. When Eir told me you had left her care to go on a walk I thought you might like a ride. It always helps calm my mind, allowing me to think clearly."

Y/N gave her a small smile and fought the tears "Thank you" she whispered.

Val nodded and gave her a leg up and some basic riding instruction then sent her off with a walkie talkie in case she needed help.

Y/N sat astride Calli and looked around her. Norway is so beautiful it brought her to tears but to be fair she was right there anyhow. For hours she let Calli take the lead while she contemplated her situation.

How could Steve think she would just take him back? Even though he seemed sorry she didn't know how she could ever trust him again. 2 years this had been going on and he never tried to talk to her about any of it. He was the one who always pulled back when their making out became too heated.

Now that her head was a bit more clear she was able to see other things in her relationship with Steve that didn't sit well. The way he often spoke to her like she was a child or an idiot. And how he reacted to her using her powers outside of missions, like she should be ashamed of them. Y/N knew she was somewhat immature after so many years of her life were spent imprisoned and experimented on. Maybe she was too needy, maybe if she had.....NO! She wouldn't let herself follow that line of thinking. Nothing she did or didn't do excused what Steve did. Whatever she thought they had was over, she knew that she could never completely trust him again. She would always wonder where he really was and who he was with.

She knew this was the only way it could go now.

Y/N lost track of time on her ride until the sun started setting. She asked Calli to take her home and the horse turned back towards where they came from and picked up her steps a bit.

"I'm sorry for keeping you out so late, Calli. You must be getting hungry" she laughed as her stomach made her own hunger known.

When they returned to the stable Val was gone but Loki was also returning from a ride and helped her put Calli up while the horses were being fed.

She turned to look at Loki "Thank you for your help, this is the first time I've ever ridden a horse. I was a little scared but Calli is so sweet it went away pretty quickly."

Loki smirked and took her hand "I never would have guessed, you looked completely natural astride, like you've ridden all your life." He paused for a moment "You should stay here for awhile, to help you heal, your beauty brightens this dull world. Your lights rival the aurora borealis" He kissed her hand, smiled at her with a glimmer in his eyes and left.

Y/N headed towards her quarters to change before going to the hall for dinner. Once she arrived she saw Bucky, Tony and Bruce sitting huddled together in an intense conversation. She grabbed a plate of food and headed towards them.

"Hello boys" she smiled. "This seat taken?"

Bucky startled "You're back, we were getting worried. Please sit."

She looked down "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to worry you. I just needed some time to clear my head and think."

"It's ok doll, I hope you're feeling better."

She nodded "I'm still hurting but I know it will get better."

Bucky smiled at her and Y/N felt butterflies for a moment, which made her think of what Eir had said about Bucky being in love with her. She smiled back at him and knew she would be alright.

Chapter 6

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"But Oh..Cara Mia"

Ch. 8: Are we making progress?

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Dick Grayson x Latina! Reader

Warnings: None

Status: Ongoing

Author's note: I AM BACK! So my absence has an explanation. First, uni is tough and I bearly had time, but we made it! YAY! Second isss that I know what I wanted to write but didn't know how to put it into words. Which was tough AF. Like I know the next plot point that is coming but didn't know how to like get to it LMAO. In my mind, I connected it like "DUH IT GOES AFTER THIS" but when it came to actually writing it I was like "HELP" BUT IT HAPPENED AND SINCE WE DID IT HERE YOU GO! CH. 8 AND 9. HOPE YOU ALL ENJOY AND REMEMBER FEEDBACK IS ALWAYS LOVED AND ACCEPTED DOVES!

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If we could use a person to describe the words relentless and determined, Damian Wayne would come to mind. This boy was focused, and all of his family noticed. First, was Tim. He had been down at the cave the entire day and noticed that Damian would only obligate bring Dick to the cave and ask him to spar whenever Yn was in her lab. He would go a little rougher, making sure Dick would have to speak to her in order to get his sore muscles checked out. Then it was Duke. Seeing as most of his suit was getting fixed by Yn to get used to his powers better, he would see how Damian would rip small parts of Dick's suit to obligate him to go and ask Yn to get it fixed. Then it was the girls. They had noticed that Yn began to receive random flowers every once in a while going by the name of a secret admirer. They had seen Damian pay the man that brought them when they were coming back from lunch. This resulted in Dick being truly observant of Yn's reactions to them and trying to indirectly know more of this "secret admirer" of hers. Finally, it was Jason and Bruce. They would see some of their shirts and hoodies missing and later find them in Yn's room or her wearing them with the smell of an unknown perfume. After further investigation, Bruce found Damian had bought a men's perfume and only used it to spray those items. Damian was setting Dick up by using his flirtations and his jealousy against him. His plan was that if he could layer that up enough, Dick would understand that something was different and would realize his sentiments for Yn. And yet...it didn't work.

"He is setting him up for failure my GOD JAJAJA!" Laughed out Stephanie. Yn had gone out to get some food for everyone and Dick had gone away to attend a call. The rest were lounging at the Batcave. They had decided that they would try to investigate Riddler's next move together and the best place for that was the cave. The conversation had shifted from the case to Damian's mission when Jason brought it up. They were dying of laughter at his plan and asked about how it was going. "Terrible. Grayson remains oblivious to the world inside him and Yn is more confused than ever whenever he mixes his flirtations with passive-aggressive accusations and inquiries. It only makes them bicker even more." Damian huffs out as he cleans his knives and swords. He was bitter that it wasn't working out. The rest laughed in amusement. "Damian, this is a war that has been going on for YEARS. Jealousy is a feeling that they have grown so accustomed to when it comes to the other that it's almost second nature. You aren't changing anything." Barbara laughed making the rest snicker, even Bruce was sending amused looks their way. As a result, Damian did something they NEVER thought he would do. "Well then, would any of you care to help me out?" He asked. Damian Wayne asked for help and everyone was stunned. They all exchanged glances and dwelled on the question. Too many years have passed. "Why the fuck not! Im in" said Jason, wanting to see where this went. And so everyone was on board. Alfred and Bruce exchanged worried glances. Yn and Dick were not easy to trifle with. There were never two people more destined to be with one another, that was true, but heavens they were NOT easy to work with. When Yn had come back, she looked around and sensed something was different with them, almost suspicious, yet she didn't pay mind. They are a bunch of weirdos so she shouldn't be surprised at this point.

The following weeks were rather strange, she noticed. Dick was a little bit squirmish and when asked, he would avoid the topic. You had decided to ignore him, thinking he was just in one of his Dick moments. Instead, you had focused on the rest, but even they were weird. Whenever Dick would come near you, any of the girls would throw comments such as, "Oh shit, you guys would make a good couple, guess social media’s right" or "my word, both of you act like a married couple" or even, "you knoooooow, seeing you guys now, if you two ever had kids, they would be good looking as hell with your combined genes" and even go to the point of, "both of you emit such high sexual tension! get a room!" These would leave you both blushing and unable to look each other in the eye. They would be said with teasing smiles and curious looks, observing both of you precisely. Barbara would give you a knowing look whenever they came from her. The boys had taken to flirting with Yn jokingly whenever Dick was around. Jason's compliments normally came with a fondness for his older sister, ranging from how she looked today to saying that ANY man would be lucky (stares at Dick who is side-eyeing him real hard). Tim would compliment her intelligence and state how important she was to the team. Normally, he would say them after one of Dick's quips was a little too harsh. Duke normally was the worst. Not because they were bad, but because they were absurd and Yn LOVED them. They could go from "You know the other day I saw one single leaf and thought it was pretty and it made me think of you" or "your left shoe looks great on you, big sis" and finally to, "you know, that one eyelash is super pretty". She would laugh so hard cause they would catch her so off-guard and it would cause Dick to look at her directly, adoring her smile and laugh, softly smiling at her.

They had thought that if they could showcase how well they'd be together or make all of Yn's attributes even more OBVIOUS, it would do something. BUT! IT! DIDN'T! Even Bruce had gone and said they would make great partners if they pushed their differences aside and Alfred had commented on how she would make a great choice for his date at the next ball, for the public image and to keep everyone in check of course, and still nothing. They were all baffled at how oblivious the two of them were. Finally, it all came down to Damian, fed up and tired, who decided to take a moreeeee direct approach.

"You are staring again." He drily stated to Dick who looked at him panicked. "Am not!" Defended Dick and Damian deadpanned at him. "Yes you are, it's distracting you" he responded and Dick huffed out a response. "I was just looking at her." Damian smirked up at him, knowing he caught him, "I did not state if it was a she or a he" Dick just rolls his eyes and ruffles his hair, and laugh "Shut up" and Damian smiles softly at him. Grayson didn't comment on that making Damian see it as a small victory. He would continue to call him out on the small things, careful to make sure that Dick didn't catch on. He would ask him why he was angry when Yn received flowers (yn had found out they were from him and his excuse was that she should decorate her lab cause it looked ugly. The real reason was that Damian liked that it brought a smile to her face and he had already grown so fond of her. She never made him feel as if he was a bother or any less worthy than the rest, but he wasn't going to tell her that. He did make her promise she wouldn't tell anyone.) or when she wore something of Jason's and he would scoff at Dick every time he would make excuses. Damian truly was a handful during those weeks, but he thought that when he started to do that, there was real progress. With his somewhat hostile attempts and everyone's comments, they had noticed little things that began to happen.

Dick would bring Yn coffee, and sometimes would tell her he appreciated her work. Yn would finally return some of Dick's quips with a more flirtatious tone (normally, the flirtatious tone came from Dick seeing as he is flirty by nature) and initiate physical contact. She would bump her hip to his whenever he passed by her and both would exchange teasing glances and brush his hair out of his face whenever she was helping him with his injuries. They would see how sometimes his hands would stay on her waist whenever she was fixing a particularly deep gash on his forehead and she would allow herself to laugh a little louder at his jokes. The rest would high-five and congratulate each other since they were making progress, VERY SLOW, but progress nonetheless.

It was all chill until one day, Damian was on his way to get Titus to take him for a walk when he heard Dick and Bruce discussing some matters regarding the Teen Titans. "I know, I know we are in the middle of an investigation that needs all hands on deck, but they need me there for some time. Kory has been calling me none stop asking me to pass by and help with some training and missions. It will be quick B. No more than a few weeks." Dick was leaving? Damian thought to himself, but he couldn't! Not after his mission was making progress. Sensing someone was getting closer to the door, Damian carried on walking quickly.

That afternoon, Dick announced that he would be leaving for Jump City and wouldn't be back for three weeks. Damian had a bad feeling about this trip and he voiced it to Barbara. She had reassured him that distance only made the heart grow fonder but he still wasn't convinced. Knowing Grayson's long history of an on-and-off relationship with Starfire, Damian kept being suspicious.

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The One with the Time-Machine

Title: The One with the Time-Machine

Words: 3866 (Wattpad)

Tropes: Tony Stark's sister AU / Bruce Banner x FMC AU

Summary: Sawyer was kidnapped when she was very young. Then, she went into the orphanage and got adopted. As she grew older, she had a desire to know who her biological family is. Together with Bruce and Tony, she created a time-machine. By the time they wanted a volunteer to test the machine out, Sawyer decided it to be her because she didn't want to miss the chance of knowing where she came from.

Date: 18/01/2024

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Ever since I was young, I was always a wonderer. I wondered: What if I was not born in the US, but in Paris instead. I wondered: What if I was not a female, but a male instead. I wondered: What if we came from a royal family instead of in the middle-class category. I wondered: What if I could turn back the time to see what happened to the world during World War Two and see if we could change anything.

As a wonderer, I was always found sitting in the corner by myself, staring into spaces. I was always accused of not thinking big enough. Meanwhile, what I was doing was only concentrating while wondering if I could breathe underwater, or if I could have a superpower, it like to be invisible like the Invisible Woman in the Marvel Comics Fantastic Four. Sometimes, I even wondered, what if I was smarter than my little sister.

All the wonders that I had when I was a little girl, and when I went to engineering school, led me to the creation of a time-machine.

In the middle of the chamber, stood our precious project. It was placed on a platform, with four steps from the floor towards the time-machine. If we took out the time-machine in the middle, the platform would merely look like a boxing ring with iron rods around the perimeter instead of ropes. There were around six posts around the time-machine–shaped like a scorpion's tale–functioned to store the power.

I stood behind the advanced technology that my partners and I recently built. It was the biggest, most impressive project that Bruce, Tony and I had yet to come up with. Since Tony came from a royal family, he could ask for any amount of money from his father to sponsor our project, while Bruce and I tried our best to find funds from other organisations. It was so easy for Tony to get the money that, at times, Bruce and I didn't have to do what we should do, but instead focus on building the time-machine.

The lights from the time-machine created shadows on my face. The neon lights were so bright that it brightened up our chamber. I felt the presence of a human from behind and soon, Bruce appeared on my right. At the corner of my eyes, I saw a smile on his handsome face.

"Congratulations," he said. His voice was so low that it rather sounded like a whisper. "A new baby was born."

I turned to him for a split second before turning back to the front to hide my blush. Him being so close in front of my face makes my feelings and thoughts haywire.

Did he just call me baby?

Oh, wait, he was referring to the time-machine.

"Yeah, you too," I replied. "This didn't come from one corner only. You and Tony played a big part in the project as well."

A chuckle rumbled in his chest. It sounded like a melody to my ears even though I didn't know what had caused him to laugh. Was it something I said? Wait a second, was there something on my face? Oh my God, did my breath stink? I had the Korean bulgogi for lunch, but as far as I was concerned, Korean food didn't leave a smelly breath.

A short silence fell between us as we both looked at the time-machine like proud parents, and I wondered if he ever felt awkward when that happened. Were his palms that he hide in his trousers sweating? Did he suddenly feel hot in the cold chamber? Was he shaking on his knees, nervous whenever I'm around? "Crush" by David Archuletta played in my mind the moment my eyes laid on Bruce, and since then, that song became our song even though he doesn't know it yet.

After a while, Bruce turned to me and I reciprocated. He said, "Hey, listen. I–"

"You know there is a place called 'room' when you wanted to go all lovey-dovey, right?"

Tony's sarcasm interrupted our moment near the time-machine. Not far from us, behind the panels of switches and buttons, Tony stood with a bag of gummy bears in his hand. A white lab coat hugged his built torso while his thick dark brown hair was sticking out in every direction. He must have just woken up from his nap.

What Tony did startled me. My shoulders jumped as soon as Tony's voice boomed in the quiet, cemented chamber. I felt as if my heart was jumping out my chest. If Bruce was surprised by Tony's voice, he didn't show it, though he did look as if he could kill Tony at the moment. He closed his eyes and clenched his jaws as he took a deep breath to calm himself down. Veins popping out of his skin. He looked scary, but to my eyes, he'd rather look...attractive.

A famous smirk plastered on Tony's face, throwing a mocking look at us. "Anyway, I'm going to get some lunch, but if you want to stay and make love and starve, by all means, be my guest. But–"

"Okay, alright!" Bruce grunted. "We'll be on our way."

Both Bruce and Tony, apart from having the same interests in science and physics, have distinguished personalities. While Bruce was the Mister-Goody-Two-Shoes, Tony was the playboy. While Bruce was a soft-talker, Tony was always sarcastic. Bruce was wiser in making decisions. He would usually consider the cons, while Tony only looks at the pros.

Bruce grew up in the streets. He needed to beg for people to feel pity for him. He had to take more than two jobs to survive. In short, he had to work everything for himself. While Tony grew up on a silver platter. He was spoon fed in everything–money, cars, food, clothes, education. In short, he was spoiled. However, if there was one thing that I respected out of these two people, it was Bruce's patience with Tony, and Tony's generosity with his best friend.

Then, there was me as the only girl in the trio. With my brown eyes and thick brown hair, people would mistake me as Tony's sister. Sometimes. Most of the time. Often. Just like Bruce, I was an orphan, but unlike Bruce, I grew up with an adopted family. My little sister was not actually my biological little sister. And while everybody in the family was either a doctor or a nurse, I was an engineer.

Once Tony disappeared in the shadows, Bruce's blue eyes found my face and I couldn't help but smile. If only he knew how beautiful his eyes were and how those eyes made my heart melt... I wondered if he felt the same when he looked into my eyes. Were those flirty smiles only for me or was he only being nice with me?

"Anyway," Bruce scratched the back of his head that I bet was not itchy at all. "Since we're done with building the time-machine, don't we want to have someone to test it out?"

"Oh." My face fell because, was that what he wanted to say? Call me delusional, but I really thought he was about to ask me out on a date, or at least to a party to celebrate what we had achieved.

"Oh, yeah, right. That's–that's what I've been thinking." I nodded my head, hoping Bruce won't see my disappointment. Then, to cover up, I quickly said, "I vote for me to test the time-machine."

"Great–What? What are you saying?"

"Exactly what I said." I smiled at him.

"No. Definitely not." Bruce shook his head. "Tony and I had asked around. We actually got some girls who are willing to test out the time-machine without any contracts. In that way, in case anything happens to the machine, three of us will be there to fix it up."

"Girls?" I pulled a face. That simple word ignited a fire inside my chest. "You got some girls to test out the time-machine? Bruce, what if anything happens to them? What would you say to their parents? How would you report to the campus?"

"It was Tony's idea," Bruce defended himself.

"Then you know that it's definitely not a good idea."

"I know," Bruce agreed. "But think about it–if it was successful, she'd come back. If it's not, we can figure something else out to fix it. There were no contracts so we don't have to make a report if it's not successful. And Tony and I aren't only the best engineers here so we need you with us."

"Are you even listening to yourself?" I argued back.

I was used to Tony making stupid decisions so when Bruce said it was Tony's suggestion, I was not surprised at all. Even a little. Then, there was Bruce. For the first time since I had been friends with him, this was the stupidest suggestion Bruce had ever agreed upon.

Bruce stared back at me as if asking for an alternative. We had been standing here long enough that I bet Tony was already ignoring us and eating by himself. If not that, I bet he'd be eating with the girls who signed up to test our time-machine, entertaining them with his enthusiasm, making them believe the unbelievable. The classic Tony.

"Then, how about one of you be the one testing it out," I broke the silence.

Bruce snorted at my suggestion. "You're kidding, right?"

"I am not," I confirmed.

For a few seconds, I stared back at Bruce, taking in his perfect features: thick eyebrows, thick jet black hair, full lips, sharp jaws. If we weren't meant to be together then I'd be happy to have known him and be his friend in this universe. Now, that made me wonder, what if there was another universe? Will there be another Sawyer and Bruce? Will they be together as a romantic couple, friends or strangers?

"I have been thinking about it, Bruce," I said with a softer voice.

I started walking away from the time-machine. Bruce followed and stopped when he saw me taking a seat on one of the working tables. Metal cold seeped through my thin trousers causing hairs at the back of my neck to stand. I ignored it and focused on Bruce and the time-machine. "Ever since we first planned to build the time-machine, I wanted to be the first to volunteer to test it."

"But why?" Confusion was visible on Bruce's frown.

"Simple," I said. "Because I wanted to know who my biological family is."

Bruce's hard lines turned soft as soon as my confession came out from my mouth. I knew he would understand because we were not that much different. Bruce's parents left him when he was too young to understand how the world works and, as he grew up, he had slowly forgotten how his parents looked. However, the desire to get to know them was not in him. That's where we're different.

"Sawyer." The way Bruce's tongue rolled when he called my name felt like vanilla to me. "I know where that came from, but you know damn well that that's stupid, right? And Tony won't agree with you. and that's why–"

"And that's why I came up with an idea, and that is asking girls around the campus if they were willing to test out the time-machine." Once again, Tony's voice interrupted me an Bruce's discussion.

"How about a knock on the door next time?" Bruce glared at his best friend who was standing not far from us. It seemed that Tony had ditched his lab coat. All that was left on his body was a Nirvana t-shirt untucked. Wait, how long had he been standing there? Had he been there the whole time we were discussing the time-machine? Did he not go to get some lunch like he claimed?

Tony looked amused with his friend's annoyance. Once again, his smirk appeared at the corner of his lips while looking at Bruce with a joke in his eyes.

"But anyway, as much as I hate to admit, Bruce was right," he said when he turned to me. "I don't agree with you being the one to be our lab rat. And as much as I want him to stand in the middle of the time-machine while we're pressing buttons down here, he's too useful for us to waste him."

Beside him, Bruce rolled his eyes. He hated it when Tony used his version of "the language of flowers" but sometimes, they do make sense and are even easier to understand rather than some formal, corporate languages. 

"But I can't let the girls you seduced to test the time-machine, Tones," I frankly said. "They don't understand what we're doing. They won't know how to deal with wherever the time-machine takes them to, but I do and I can report to you guys whatever happened to me there...when I get back."

Bruce and Tony shared a look. They were discussing my proposals through a mind link that only both of them had while I awkwardly stood there, scrutinising them having a moment. This was one of the times where I felt like I was a third-wheeler to their bromance.

Not long after that, both of them turned to me. While Tony masked his expression on the decision they had made, Bruce looked as if he was angry with the decision they had made. I could see fire in Bruce's eyes that told me he was not 100% willing to let me test the time-machine. And I believe, if he was given a chance, he would voice out what was eating him inside and blaming himself for putting me in this position.

"Okay. You're up."

What Tony said made me smile and I continued to fake-smile to ignore Bruce's glare towards me. The time-machine was warmed up long enough that we didn't have to wait for it to reboot, but while Tony made sure the temperature, surrounding air density, and other unwanted lights switched off, Bruce helped me get ready with suits and equipment.

Once the full suit was on my body, I giggled.

"What's so funny?" There was a restrain in Bruce's voice as he helped me clipped one of the clippers on my side. His eyes never once landed on me.

"Nothing," I said. "I just felt like an astronaut."

"Stop playing around, Sawyer. Your life might be at stake."

"And you stop being grumpy," I retorted back. "Seriously, can't you just accept that our lives are at stake every day? We could die from a car crash. Didn't you learn from the plane crash in Elmina? We could die because of that, too. It's just a matter of time."

"I know that, but this–" Bruce gestured his hand towards the suit I was wearing and the machines around us in the changing capsule. "This is different. How will my mind round up when someone I'm closed with died in a time-machine? Which part of the time frame she ended up in if I wanted to retrieve her body? What if–"

"Stop," I demanded. "Look, Bruce, if you can't see me do this then I suggest you leave. You're just making this harder than it was."

Knowing that I was right, instead of yelling back at me for an argument, Bruce sighed in defeat. He knew that I wouldn't change my mind on this. I was jet set. I wanted to see my biological family and wanted to know why they left me in that orphanage. I grew up with people questioning why I did "this" instead of "that." I have the opportunity now and I don't want to waste it.

Bruce walked me to the border of the time-machine. My boots thumped on the ground as he helped me walk up the short stairs before walking back down and took a place beside Tony. The chamber was so quiet that I could hear Bruce's thoughts. Aside from looking worried, he looked like he was about to volunteer to take my place right now.

I watched Tony and Bruce push a button at the same time. The machines whirred and I felt it vibrated under my feet. Lights on every iron post lit up even brighter than it already was. The energy from the panels on the ground was slowly being transferred towards the posts through the snakes of wires connected from the panels and the time-machine. In the middle, looking like an astronaut, my heart was drumming.

Tony and Bruce were giving directions to one another that I could barely hear. Their voices were muffled. It was as if they had a surgical mask over their faces. No matter how much I tried to read the movements of their lips, I could not come up with any words. Their faces then became blurry when blue filled up my vision, and the next thing I knew, I had succumbed into a place I could hardly explain.

I was in a tight tube for a few seconds too long. My chest felt like it was being squeezed like a sponge. Then, I fell on hard ground with a loud thump.

*

There was a buzz in my ear. My head was spinning that when I tried to stand on my two feet, I fell back onto the ground. My fingertips caught the soft surface of velvet. A tinge of flowery smell entered my nose. If anything, that even hurt my head more. When my head and my blood pressure were stable, I slowly rose. Finally, I was able to look around and determine where I was.

I found myself standing in a hallway of a big house. The walls were golden. The furniture and decorations screamed royalty. The floor was covered with red carpet. Curtains on the windows were plain white, but even so, they still looked like it cost more than my whole closet. An emblem glinted in the fluorescent light, catching my attention. That's when I realised I was inside Tony's house.

No. I was not inside his house, but rather his palace.

I frowned. Why would the time-machine bring me inside Tony's palace?

I turned around and began walking, looking for a sign of Tony in the palace. I wondered which year was this and how old Tony might be. It would be easier if I knew those because I could get some ideas where he would be. Three years old? He could be in his room playing with his toys. Ten years old? He could be in the gaming room, playing with his video games. Fourteen years old? He could already have his secret room where he worked and kept his inventions. He was intelligent since young.

The thumps of my heavy boots echoed in the hallway. That was my only companion until I heard something fall coming from a room that was not there when I passed a few minutes ago. I returned to where I came from. As soon as I found the room, I pushed the door without hesitation. The door hinges creaked, but no one seemed to notice.

The room revealed itself before my eyes as I entered deeper. On one side of the huge room, I saw tables and chairs, carpentry tools and equipment, shelves of unwanted pieces of technology. There was another big table in the middle of the room. On the table, there was a blueprint and in the middle of the paper was a device. Slowly, as if someone would come out of the dark corner, I approached the table. The air-conditioner that hummed above me sounded like suspense music to my ears.

My fingers were only a few centimetres from the device when a voice from the other side of the room startled me. I turned and was faced with a man's back, sitting on his office chair. There were several monitors in front of him that showed different angles of cameras and data he was collecting from technologies he invented himself. Was he a prince? Tony's uncle perhaps? Or could he be Tony's dad even though it sounded impossible for him to be drawn into technologies when he was already a King?

I warily took a few steps towards the man and only stopped when I heard the man begin to speak in his camera. My heart dropped with his opening speech. It felt like he knew that I'd be here somehow.

"Sawyer," he croaked. He didn't sound like he wanted to say my name at all, as if pronouncing my name only caused him more pain. "Your brother created this technology when he was only six years old. It's funny because it seems like he could foresee what was going to happen to you but yet none of us prepared when something bad actually happened."

My breath hitched. Brother? Technology? Whose brother and what technology?

"I hope this video found you," he continued. "And if it did, first things first, I want to let you know that we didn't abandon you. You were kidnapped for some nasty reasons and we couldn't find you. Your mother and I will always wait for your return. Until then..."

Before I could reply or ask him anything, I was pulled back to the tight tube. My head was squeezed once again as I was being transported back to the original year. Dizzy, my knees gave out before I could walk back to where Bruce and Tony were standing. My bum hit the ground and while processing what I had just known. The man's voice echoed in my ears as if he was right beside me.

Two pairs of heavy footsteps with a pair of black figures approached me. In front of me, they kneeled. Their eyes were looking for my face that was hidden behind a curtain of my hair. Bruce looked worried. Being soft, I knew Bruce would've hugged me if he got the chance, but with Tony filling most of the space in front of me, Bruce had to back off a little.

"Did you know?" I asked Tony. There was a crease on his forehead. For a split second, I thought I saw raw emotion coming from him, though he masked it quickly with a blank stare.

"What did you see in there?" Tony asked.

"You know, Tony," I whispered, still weak from the machine sucking out my energy. "You know I wanted to see my biological parents. You were the one who set up the time and year. So tell me, how long have you known? Have you told them?"

"A while," Tony answered, though not without a pause. His voice was so low as if he was disappointed in himself for not telling me the truth sooner. "And, I haven't told them, no. I just thought you would want to tell them yourself when you found it out. And when you're ready."

I sighed and nodded. With Tony's personality, I always had an impression where he didn't like me as a friend because he was always harsh with me. Sometimes gave me a cold shoulder because I hung out with Bruce. He wouldn't let me help him. However, right now, I felt like I finally found the best version of Tony.

I grabbed Tony's shoulders and hugged him, and continued to hug him when he protested. I smiled in triumph when he didn't push me, but allowed me to hug him for as long as I wanted. Maybe this was my only chance to hug my brother. Behind Tony, Bruce was smiling at us. In those eyes, I saw something that was not there before.

[wellofhavoc]

Bound Bat

Summary:

Lex finds out Bruce has an interesting reaction to being restrained and has some accusations to make.

Fandoms: DCU, Batman

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: N/A

Categories: M/M

Characters: Lex Luthor, Bruce Wayne

Relationships: Lex Luthor/Bruce Wayne

Additional Tags: Light Bondage

The first time it happened, Lex thought he’d imagined it.

They were in the elevator up to his penthouse when Bruce’s arm had snaked around the back of his neck to drag him closer into a deep kiss. He smiled, of course. It was hard to do anything else with Bruce’s hand searching along the side of his torso, fingers gripping his suit to pull him impossibly closer while backing him against the elevator wall. He flipped them around, pushing Bruce’s arms up by the shoulders to hold his wrists over his head.

An inaudible gasp was felt in Lex’s mouth, Bruce’s lips opening wider just from the pressure on his wrists. It was so small, not enough for him to bet anything on it. So he didn’t, allowing the elevator doors to open so that they could continue on a proper bed.

==

The second time it happened, Lex forced himself to believe he’d imagined it.

There just wasn’t the time when he’d found Bruce, in his cowl and all, incapacitated in the back of the bank. What was supposed to be an easy job for the batman- a routine penguin smash and grab- had turned sour when the birdbrain had turned sleep gas on him. Dick had been the one to call, busy trailing the Penguin on the other side of the town and in need of someone to pick Batman up. 

Apparently, even Lex Luthor- still new to being on this side of Batman’s world- was better than the Penguin’s goons coming back to pick him up. Or worse, the police with their curious fingers and prying eyes.

He wasn’t just knocked out, but also tied up. Lex had come without even a driver to help smuggle the woozy and bound bat to his car. With the police on their way and the bank hostages just having cleared out, he didn’t assume he had the luxury of time to untie him first.

As he bundled him into the car, he’d pulled on the ropes on his wrist to tug him inside, halting only when he heard Bruce’s breath hitch and a low, “Lex…” in a voice too familiar for the situation they were in.

He felt his face grow hot at the voice, spurred back into action by the trill of sirens coming down the road. He’d rather ignore it then than have to explain to the police why Lex Luthor was kidnapping Batman.

==

The third time, he’d had enough, intentionally pulling Bruce’s arms to the side by his shirt while he was pulling it over his head. Thus he’d effectively trapped Bruce’s hands against the bed with his torso crossed over Lex’s and his knees on either side of his thigh. Body taught over his lap, he saw Bruce’s back flex and roll as if testing the “bonds” before a pleased sigh left him.

“Why not just say you like being tied up?” Lex asked, carding his free hand over the shell of Bruce’s ear and under his chin. “I’m sure it’d be a lot more enjoyable. You’d just have to ask.”

Bruce kept his hands trapped by the shirt. “Where did you get that idea from?”

Lex’s eyes narrowed and he tugged on the shirt, surprised when Bruce’s face remained neutral yet curious.

“I should have guessed you’d trained yourself to keep it under wraps,” he said, reaching a hand down to grab Bruce’s ass and pull him further up onto the bed. “It’d probably be a little inconvenient if you got hard whenever some hacky villain so much as tied you to a chair.”

“I still don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Sure you don’t.” He twisted the shirt around Bruce’s wrist next, pulling his arms a bit more taught. Glad he still wasn’t trying to get out, he continued, “Which is still a shame, by the way. Think of all the fun we could have if you were into something like that.”

Bruce smirked, lowering his head and looking up at Lex from under lidded eyes. “Have you done anything like this before?”

“Not often,” he admitted, “but I’m a quick study. And you know me,” his hand stroked up Bruce’s hip to rest on the front of his slacks where he could work the button with his thumb, “control is kind of my thing.”

Bruce tried to twist around to see what he was doing, though he still didn’t pull his hands out of the shirt. It would have been easy to tug his hands free or to turn onto his back and slide out, so when he just shifted around Lex’s leg and allowed his pants to come undone, Lex took it as a sweet victory.

He continued to tug on the front of Bruce’s pants while leaning down to suck and nip at his neck, his grip still firm on the shirt and his wrists. Lips against his throat, he could almost taste when Bruce’s pulse sped up. This close, every airy gasp was heard under each smack of his lips against Bruce’s skin. His hand dipped further into Bruce’s pants, stroking firmly against the underside of his still-clothed cock while working down his slacks.

“I was joking about the hacky villains,” Lex said against his neck, “but do you ever actually think about where you might have gotten this fortunate problem from? Maybe this is how you should be. Batman’s natural state.”

Bruce offered a heated laugh. “You returning to your life of crime, Luthor?” he asked, and pressed his crotch further into Lex’s hand.

“Who said I ever left?” He raised Bruce a bit with his knee to hold him closer as he leant forward to hiss into his ear. “What if I said I’ve been playing you for a fool, Batman? Leading you here so that I can defile the symbol of Justice once and for all?”

Bruce gasped and lolled his head to the side, mouth open and waiting for Lex to claim it. So he did, pulling back just to watch Bruce struggle to chase him with his body still awkwardly pulled over Lex’s lap.

His tongue was the last thing to leave his “victim’s” mouth.

“We need to figure this out. Can’t have my little escape artist trying to pull one over on me.” He removed his hand from Bruce’s pants to tug at the already-loosened tie around his own neck. In one movement, Lex had him on his side with his hand pulled down. Carefully he peeled away the shirt to instead fix around his back with the tie. “There we go, Batman. Let’s see the fabled hero get out of this one.”

He pulled back on the makeshift handle while his other hand moved to be flush with Bruce’s throat, bringing him onto his knees on the edge of the bed.

“Much better, right? Makes it easier to toss you around.”

“Is that what you wanted to do, Luthor? Is this your idea of ‘defiling justice?’”

“Shame we don’t have a gag.” He settled for pulling Bruce’s hands up his back just enough that shoulders protested the stretch. “Guess I’ll have to be inventive as always. More than one way to keep someone’s mouth occupied.”

There was no way he could have imagined the glassy look that shaded Bruce’s eyes, arousal unfocusing them under his fluttering eyelids.

Bruce’s protests ended there, his body growing pliant as Lex rested him back with his legs still tucked under him so that he was folded back over the edge of the bed.

He held him down with a hand on his chest, the hand previously on his bonds moving to his own crotch where he adjusted his dick in his pants to emphasize the outline of its length against his leg. Bruce sucked his lip into his mouth inches away as Lex slowly unzipped his fly. He held his cock over those lips for a moment before bringing it down to just lay over Bruce's stretched jaw, covering one of those blue eyes from his own perspective and bringing himself to smile.

Bruce’s lips twitched open when he circled them with the tip of his cock, wetting them before pulling back. He waited for the desperation to overtake him, watching Bruce flex off of the bed where he was still half-upside down to trace the head of Lex’s dick with his tongue. Only then did he ease his way inside, meeting Bruce’s gaze until his eyes disappeared with the bow of his neck.

He thrusted gently at first, feeling the curve of his cock round down the other man’s throat while Bruce carefully hummed and breathed, each thrust bringing out a new sensation. He tested how best to make Bruce’s breath hitch, pressing gently at first on his shoulders and then firmly. All the while, he relished in the wet noises, pulling back out all the way just to hear Bruce take a deep, shaky breath just hair too late to cover the rich moan that had been vibrating around his cock.

“I think this form of torture just became a lot less effective, if a lot more interesting.” He slapped his dick against Bruce’s cheek and held it there while watching his rising chest, leaning over his body to hold his hips before he reinserted himself. 

Only when he was sure he was back inside did he really fuck Bruce’s mouth. He snapped his hips quickly and minded himself just enough so that he wasn’t meeting his hips against Bruce’s face. That did nothing to stop the momentum of his quick thrusts. They were still deep enough to reenter his throat each time, finding the tightness past his soft mouth. When he had a pattern going, he shimmied Bruce’s pants down to his thighs and laid his palm flat under his waistband so that he could spread his fingers over his happy trail until he fully choked on Lex’s dick with a cough. Instead of pulling out, he pushed in just a bit further and held his dick in his throat for just a moment before finally giving him enough room by sliding back, his hand moving up Bruce’s body to instead knead at the underside of his chest.

There he soothed him through his coughing and ragged breathing.

He’d been a sight before. Now he was just a spectacle.

Bruce Wayne with his eyes narrowed in a way only Batman’s villains had ever seen, yet his mouth was fucked pink. His lips were wet with spit and his eyes with tears. Lex leaned back just enough to swipe his right lashes so that a few beads would rest on his thumb that he slowly pulled to the tip of his teeth. His tongue darted out to lick them off. All the while, he maintained that stare.

“Come on, Luthor,” Bruce said, his voice deepening in his ruined throat, “I thought control was your thing.”

Lex didn’t say anything as he moved his dark hand down the back of Bruce’s hair. He carded his fingers through it before twisting them into a fist and suddenly wrenching Bruce onto his stomach once more. His other hand found the tie, using it as a handle to orient Bruce’s body so that Lex could straddle the closest leg under where his pants kept him from moving them too far apart.

“It is,” he hissed into his ear before biting harshly on the soft skin below it on his neck.

Bruce couldn’t contain his surprised keen. Lex held his head there with his neck as he continued to kiss and suck at the spot, the hand in his hair moving down the side of his body to instead tweak at Bruce’s nipple. He continued to play with it until it pebbled in his fingers. Only then did he skim his hand lower to finally grab a handful of Bruce’s ass through his pants.

The raw power of the body under him was so exciting. Danger was marked in every scar that littered his arms and back. The threat was not that he’d earned them but rather that he’d survived them.

He’d been through explosions and bullets, knives and fangs- yet here he was powerless under Lex’s weight and soon to be speared on his cock.

He’d already been fighting a chuckle at the thought, a battle he lost when his fingers found Bruce’s hole.

“Showing up with your pretty hole already plugged? Who’s idea was that?”

“My husband,” Bruce croaked.

That answer was surprising for the scene, but Lex could definitely work that in.

“If I was your husband, I’d do a lot more than have you lock up your slutty holes to keep you to myself. No use for a door when it doesn’t have a key.”

Bruce bucked when he started working out the plug, pulling out the first section of the plug all by himself with a start. It must have left him rattled, for he stayed as still as he could while trembling on the bed so that Lex could coax the other two segments out a bit slower.

“There we go. I’ll lock you up properly after this.” He rubbed circles around the worked hole. “You’ll never even think about that husband again. I’ll lock myself into you for hours so you’ll never be able to forget the shape. You’ll never be able to find anyone who fits as well as me.”

The moan that left Bruce was a bit too honest, echoey and sweet where he punctuated it with a short breath before finally dropping his head as Lex entered him with three fingers at once.

In addition to being stretched out, Bruce also had plenty of lube inside of him. Briefly, Lex wondered when he’d had the time to do this at all. He hadn’t beaten Lex back to the penthouse.

Before he left work that day? 

Oh, the thought of Bruce working himself with a plug in his office- stifling moans with the back of his hand or even nervously crouching behind his desk if someone were to walk in unannounced-

He had to get inside of this man yesterday.

He adjusted them with one hand on Bruce’s hands and the other still in his ass, pulling him up a bit as he settled against him.

When he pushed himself inside, it was done slowly but all in one go, not stopping as Bruce tried to roll his hips and cried, raising in pitch until he was fully situated inside. He pulled back on Bruce’s hands as one might hold a horse’s reins, forcing his head and shoulders off of the bed and back with them.

Slowly at first, he set him back down as he pulled out, and pulled him back up when he thrusted inside. He continued, increasing the pace until achingly slow turned to something more routine. When he started getting faster, he moved his entire body forward, sheathing himself in Bruce and pinning his shoulders down to the bed with his hips still raised in the air. He kept him there and gave a few more shallow thrusts before pressing him down with his hips again.

Then he returned to the slower pace, pulling Bruce from the bed gently by the side of his chin with the hand not on the ropes  until he could see the wet pillowcase fall from between his teeth and his torso was turned partially on his side

“I’d say someone will rescue you soon,” he said, “but I don’t think you’ll be useful for anything else when I’m done.”

His hand slowly curled around Bruce’s jaw, the gesture oddly sweet even as Bruce’s eyes finally glazed over and his hair bounced with each brutal thrust.

Lex moved down to his collar bones, stroking them too for a moment, and then to his chest. He circled his nipple and rolled it between his fingers. The hand still on the ropes moved down to thumb between the cleft of his ass at where they met, pulling his entrance just wide enough so that it could accommodate Lex’s thumb in addition to his cock at the same time he finally tugged.

Bruce inhaled, face locking into a beautiful, silent orgasm as he finally spilled over the sheets. He only finally made noise at the end of it, silence cracking with a gasp and a sigh. His face still twitched with each thrust as he was fucked through it, Lex’s hands moving instead to his hips so that they could hold him close when he released inside of his large and unusually loud partner.

He remained inside as he laid down beside him, only pulling out when Bruce attempted to turn over.

“One moment,” he whispered, pulling on the side of the knotted tie so that it spun out into his hands. “Don’t want you to pull your shoulder.”

Bruce may not have been listening, but wrapped his arms around Lex’s shoulders as soon as they were free. He smiled and let himself be held, rubbing at one of the warm wrists where it was patterned with imprints from the tie.

When he finally returned to himself, Bruce said, “That was good.”

“I told you it would be.”

He stroked a hand down Bruce’s shoulder blades just so that his fingernails would lightly trace his spine and rested his palm over his waist.

“Now that I’ve finally tortured that secret out of you, I’m happy to take the time to plan something more… creative.”

The noise Bruce made was agreement enough, though he said, “If that was a lack of creativity, I don’t know if I’d survive it.”

He laughed and tucked his nose into Bruce’s hair. “As long as you don’t tell your husband of yours, I think we’ll both make it out just fine.”

“That was… I don’t actually know what that was.”

“I’ll chalk it up to ‘ridiculously hot,’ then,” he said and moved his head until their lips met once more.

[0tt-3r]

hey! i haven’t requested anything on tumblr before so i’m a bit nervous about this BUT i saw a tiktok yesterday with robin headcanons and one of them mentioned how he would have two little siblings that he helps look after because his father died in vietnam?? and his mum works long hours?? then one of the comments said that they see him with an older sibling who lives away from him and his mum? so i was wondering what the others (and robins) home life would be like through your eyes. ( if not just ignore :D )

The Black Phone's characters with siblings:

Including: Vance Hopper, Bruce Yamada, Robin Arellano, Finney Blake

Tw: none

Author's note: Hii! Can I say that I absolutely LOVE your request?? And also sorry for posting this late, I'm still sick af 💀👍

Vance Hopper:

- DO I COMPLETELY IMAGINE VANCE WITH A LITTLE SISTER?? YES.

- Like he is a though boy, always ready to punch someone in the face if they mess with him, but if they mess with his little sister?? Prepare for great troubles 💀

- He's super protective!! If possible he always has an eye on his little sister ( we're talking about a 10 year old-ish girl ) and is kinda reassured whenever he notices that she's happy, playing with her friend 😭

- Someone mentioned the fact that Vance is a momma's boy, so he'll definitely act like a second mom to his sister, telling her to eat her veggies, asking if she's done with her homework or if she needs help to finish them!

- But he can also be a little more strict, and if his sister steps on the line, he can turn into a crackhead 💀

- "- Come back here you little shit, I'm gonna shove those fucking glitters down your throat so you'll get that 'fairy taste' you're asking for--"

Bruce Yamada:

- BEST.BROTHER.EVER

- I feel like he would have a little brother who loves to play baseball with him, coming to his match to support him or if he can't he'll prepare a surprise party with his parents to celebrate Bruce's win 🥲

- I also feel like Bruce and his brother would spend all of their Sundays watching iconic baseball matchs on their TV, commenting on special actions each members are doing even though they've seen it for what is like a fifth time

- Bruce would personally bring his brother to school on his bike!! On the way he would give him some advices on how to perform his throw because he is also playing in his school's baseball team 😭👍

- Like Bruce really is a model for him! And he always tells about his friends how cool he is, how talented he is and how popular he is 😫

- But trust me, whenever one of them does something bad ( like braking a vase for instance ) THEY WOULD DEADASS ACCUSE ONE ANOTHER--

- "- What? No mom I didn't broke your vase, I saw that 'lil bro's name' did it will he was running in the living room!"

Robin Arellano:

- A LITERAL VERSION OF VANCE BUT NICER.

- So like you said, Robin would have two little siblings and a big sister who's not living with them, and knowing that his dads dead and his mom works long hours, Robin his the master of the house!

- Robin his really organized, he follows his mom's rules and knows how to apply them! He wakes up a bit early in order to prepare his little siblings school lunches, packing them and putting them in their bags!

- Checks if what they are wearing is appropriate for school and the weather 🥲 If he has a little sister, he would definitely help her doing her hair!! He knows a lot of hairstyles like ponytails, braids, piggy tails etc...

- Before letting them go into the school bus, Robin always tells them that if anyone does something bad to them, they must tell him and he would beat their ass!

- He's not a pro when it comes to cooking, but he is always trying to cook healthy meals, lending his mom's cooking book if necessary 🥹

Finney Blake :

- So we know that Finn's got Gwen and an abusive father, so he daily has to look after her, knowing that his dad can get a little too carried away when he's drunk.

- Once after his dad had beaten Gwen while Finney was asleep, he made sure to not let Gwen alone ever again in her room. So from now on they sleep in the same bed, regardless of the fact that their dad thinks it's weird

- Their relation is fifty-fifty : Finney looks after Gwen at home and Gwen looks after Finney at school ( and most because of his bullies )

- Finney makes sure to secure everything that triggers his dad anger so that Gwen will not make him mad! Like he secures loud stuffs, tried to hide his dad's belt and so on!

- Doesn't know how to braid hair unlike Robin, but Gwen's always willing to make him learn because when someone's brushing her hair, she likes to close her eyes and pretend it's her mom doing it 😔

- Sometimes, after Finn and Gwen's dad yelled at them, they like to comfort each other by cuddling, whispering how bad they want him to be dead and to run away from here

[blackbat05]

Pillar

Jason Todd x Reader

A/N: Finally doing another Jason Todd fic! I really love him ok he’s like one of the few I got into when I started to learn about comics. Hope you enjoy! Likes, comments and reblogs are always appreciated.

Genre: PG-13

Warnings: Self-doubt, cursing, trauma.

(Gif may be unrelated but I love this style y’all so just let it slide)

***

Jason closes the door carefully, removing the necktie that was restricting him for the past five hours. He hated parties. He was the type to lounge around in his boxers, eating takeout food and watching serial dramas after a hard day’s work.

But under Alfred’s gaze, he could no longer squirm out again of Bruce’s many galas. So of he went, forcing a smile on his face as he pretended to be interested in how much they donated to his adoptive father’s charity or worse - being swarmed by air headed women who thought that he would be engaged in the conversation of their daily manicure sessions.

‘Hey Jay, saved some for you.’ Jason sees you in your pajamas, slurping on fried noodles and his heart feels like it’s about to burst with affection. For a guy like him that was trying to run from his complicated past, you provided a sense of clarity for him. Jason was a lucky bastard. He flops onto the sofa, adding a dumpling into the opened box of noodles.

‘You’re a lifesaver babe.’

‘Hard day at the manor?’ Your eyes were still on the screen, watching your favorite drama.

‘You have no idea. I wanted to choke Dickhead at one point.’ He tosses another dumpling into his mouth, like a basketball player making his dunk shot. Groaning in satisfaction, Jason thinks about how the rich people back at the manor were missing out the true joys in life - Greasy noodles with superb meat dumplings.

He didn’t know where the tiny portion of caviar or escargot could be parked in his stomach, probably because it had vanished as it went down his throat.

As the male lead was finally reunited with his lover, Jason notices that it was a bit too quiet, minus the slurping of your noodles and the noise from the television. He knew he had a hard time, but defending an onslaught of insensitive and rude rich people was an easy task for him. Now, Jason wants to focus on you.

‘How’s your day?’

‘It’s fine.’ As he suspected, the answer came back curtly. Jason waits patiently for a few seconds before asking again.

‘That’s good. Anything you wanna share? You’re wrapped like a burrito and holding your favorite mushroom plush toy whenever you’re feeling something. And your watching this drama for the eighth time.’ Jason rattles of his observations, figuring that if you blew up at him, he would improvise on the spot. But as he predicted, you didn’t.

‘You counted?’

‘That’s not the point here (y/n).’ Jason brings you back to the conversation. ‘You know you can always tell me anything.’

The truth? Your parents had called you yesterday as you finished your last assignment before semester break. A huge fight had broke out between your mother and older sister who had been acting strange lately. Somewhere along the lines where your sister felt that your parents were constantly breathing down her throat and accused them of being “helicopter parents” at the age of 24.

‘You’ve seen my parents Jay. Sure, they ask questions but never crossed the line. They gave us everything we could have but they made us work for it.’ Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. If you could unscrew your sibling’s head and find what was going on in her brain, you would.

Jason nods, having met your parents during the yearly Chinese New Year gatherings. Your father had taken on the role of a concerned parent to make sure some boy wasn’t screwing with his baby girl for fun. As a tennis coach, he commanded respect despite Jason packing a couple more pounds compared to his lean figure.

Your mother on the other hand, gave him the maternal love and warmth he never had. Hell, he could never forget the taste of her prawn noodles - you had to drag Jason out to not intrude any longer. Overall, they were easy going and the fact that they had raised a wonderful daughter despite their humble backgrounds made him admire them even more.

Your sister was a different story…

‘She wasn’t like this. Not until she went to university and decided that family was uncool for her.’ Rolling your eyes, you stabbed the remaining dumpling. You were never one to talk bad about a person even if they were really a jerk by Jason’s standards. You even managed to tolerate the demon brat when you visited the manor for dinner.

So how did a relationship that used to be so loving turn so sour?

Jason was the perfect listener. He never interrupted, nodded at the right time and spoke at the right moment. However, there were times that he had to cut in. Smoothly of course.

‘…my parents are devastated. She had always been stubborn but that fight… she was literally screaming her head off, not letting anyone get a word in. I know she broke up with her ex and they had a lot of memories and with the pandemic she’s restricted at home while working but it doesn’t give her any right to treat my parents as a punching bag!’ You had let out everything at one shot, taking a deep breath afterwards to regain your breath before continuing again.

‘The thing is, she’s attributing part of her stress because she sees me attending online school and “chilling” everyday.’ You quoted with your two fingers. ‘I don’t wish to be mean but she can’t see people being happy.’ The sound from the television could no longer be heard as Jason switches it off.

‘Doesn’t she know how hard I worked my ass to get into the school I wanted? Or how about when she was respected by our middle school teammates and I was treated like trash and she didn’t do anything about it? She didn’t even want anything to do with me!’ You scoffed. The memories had started to resurface, making you more emotional.

‘Jason I know I’m supposed to be her sister but I hate it that I’m selfishly thinking that she deserved all these. I mean we had good times as well but lately I feel like I don’t know her anymore.’ You blow into a tissue loudly, throwing it into the empty container as you took a new one.

Jason hated to see you crying. He expected himself to be emotional as your sibling issues had reminded him of a familiar little boy, craving to get the recognition from his adoptive father. So it came as a surprise as he approached this calmly and not guns blazing.

‘I know you want to be close to your sister again. But we all grow up one day. Maybe she has different ideals from you that you can’t agree with and that’s ok. Take it from me. Although lashing out at your parents was pretty low.’ Jason sees a reaction from you and decides to continue.

‘It’s nice to hope that one day she’ll be the same big sister who defended you from playground bullies and made sure to get you your favorite ice cream again, but if she doesn’t… at least you’ll have these memories to hold on to.’

Jason thanks the gods that he didn’t go for patrol today and wasn’t as sweaty as usual. He lifts your blanket, joining you under the man made burrito.

What country did you save in your previous life to deserve this man?

Calming down from your raging emotions, you wrapped your arms around Jason, leaning against his chest. ‘Thanks Jay, I wouldn’t know what I would have done without you.’

‘Hey, you support me and I support you. We’re in this together.’ And Jason had meant every single word. He was afraid that he was taking too much in the relationship, constantly unloading his problems onto you - nightmares as Robin, clashing with Bruce’s ideology… and countless more of troubles he could count forever.

But not once did you complained. In fact, you took it with stride, encouraging him to share more.

‘Feel better?’ You ask one day after a patrol went wrong in trying to track down Black Mask.

‘Much. I mean it won’t change anything but at least I don’t feel like killing my brothers as much now.’ Jason grins, squishing you into a hug.

It was rare that you were deeply affected by the problems you faced. You were a go getter, taking each day with grit and strength. So Jason knew that it was his time to be your pillar of support, just like how you were always there for him.

‘I really wish I could be there with my parents but the situation isn’t exactly ideal for me to travel. My parents don’t want me to risk contracting the illness while being 18 hours up in the air with a bunch of other strangers.’ You frowned, twiddling with the end of the blanket. ‘I haven’t seen them for two years and this just had to happen thanks to my emotionally volatile sister.’

The two of you fall into silence. Jason gently pries himself away from you, excusing himself for a few minutes. You hear a few muffles coming from your shared room with Jason exiting shortly after, looking very satisfied with himself.

‘Called in a few favors. Got Bruce’s private jet for the whole week. Time to give ourselves a break babe.’

You blink, trying to register what he was telling you. ‘But Jay, don’t you have patrol? And-’

‘Eh,’ he shrugs nonchalantly. ‘Dick agreed to cover for me. Otherwise I would tell Bruce who was the one who crashed his car. Yup, I have a lot of leverage against him,’ Jason chuckles. ‘I’m just being smart about using it.’

‘I should be flattered huh? That you’re using one of these leverages for me.’ You laughed.

‘If it’s for you, I would do anything in a heartbeat.’ Jason kisses the side of your cheek. ‘Besides, I need could try out that mean Chicken Rice you were always telling me about.’

You punched Jason in his beefy shoulders, barely making a dent. ‘Thanks Jay, for everything. I really mean it.’ You couldn’t help but to feel envious of Jason’s relationship with his brothers. Although they had their moments, but they looked out for each other, without expecting anything back.

The same couldn’t be said for you. Honestly, you felt that you had a huge mountain to climb when you got back home. Jason brings you back from your thoughts, hand in yours. He was your anchor, your pillar.

‘I’ll be there for you, every step of the way.’

***

Note: This is really just a comfort fic especially what’s going on in my life. I would think that although Jason has a lot of angst but he would have a lot of insight among the batboys? Lastly, I just want to say that although we’re living in very strange times, I hope by reading this, you realize that you’re never alone.

[ragingbookdragon]

Let It All Come Crashing Down

Batbrother x Batfamily One-Shot

Word Count: 2K Warnings: Explicit Language, Mentions of Past Assault/Abuse

Author's Note: One of my favorite episodes of Criminal Minds was always the one where Morgan came face to face with his abuser. The dialogue at the end of the episode fits Batbrother's past too. But, this does mention past assault. If this is a triggering subject, please don't read. -Thorne

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When he’d told Dick about the incident when he was seventeen, he didn’t expect it was going to come back full front. He’d kept tabs on the man whenever his former CO would move bases, when he promoted, when he eventually retired and relocated to Gotham City, opening a military assistance center. It was a farce, and he knew it. A place where the old CO could still continue his reign of fear on those still in the military and those outside.

***

He stared at the screen in the Batcave, ignoring the bickering of his youngest sibling and his father’s oldest friend, recounting every moment that led to the mission. A woman his age found dead, murdered, the brother charged with the crime. All evidence supported the facts, but (Y/N) knew. He knew deep down something else was going on, especially when he learned that the brother had attended the center in Gotham.

“Isaac Keegan is going to be sent to Blackgate tonight,” Bruce murmured. “He won’t last the night.”

(Y/N) shook his head. “He didn’t do this.”

His father glanced at him. “How do you know?”

“Doesn’t matter how I know,” he retorted with mild annoyance. “But I know who really did this.” He turned, glancing at Ghost-Maker. “Think you can get Isaac out of the armed van and back here without anyone dying?”

The vigilante cocked his arms over his chest. “Of course. But why do you wanna talk to him?”

“I don’t. But I need him alive long enough to get a confession out of the real killer.” (Y/N) answered, looking at Tim with a gaze that had his younger brother’s spine going straight; he could feel the seriousness ebbing from his older brother. “And I’m going to need your help with this.”

***

He didn’t like stepping into enemy territory without protection. He felt naked without his nano suit, even more so without his sidearm, but the last thing he needed was for the metal detectors in the building to go off and let the remaining people inside know he was there.

Slipping down the halls, he took a moment to catch his breath before he turned the corner into his old CO’s office.

“Davis.”

The older man looked up, eyes widening at the sight of his former subordinate. “(Y/N)? Is that—you’re alive?”

“I am,” he answered and Davis’ face split into a fake smile.

“I thought you’d died years ago in Afghanistan.”

“Not exactly.” (Y/N) kept away from the desk, away from close contact; he knew he could take the man, but he wanted the confession first before they came to blows, if they did. “I heard about Jessica Keegan.”

Davis frowned. “It’s a shame what happened to her. Even more so a shame that Isaac was the one who did it.” He shook his head. “I thought he was doing to well with his treatments too.”

(Y/N) tapped the device in his pocket. Now Tim. “Except that Isaac didn’t kill Jessica.”

“Excuse me?”

“All these years, I’ve kept my mouth shut,” (Y/N) said. “I’ve let you go on being a hero. Admiral Davis, the great war hero.”

“What in the world are you talking about?” Davis questioned, face contorting in confusion and the younger man scowled.

“God, I was so afraid of you when we were in Afghanistan,” he admitted. “I was afraid of going to Command about it all. Afraid of losing every promotion and achievement I was being given.” (Y/N) stepped forward, expression shifting to anger. “But that’s how you’ve always worked, isn’t it? You made sure there was a helluva lot to lose if someone came forward, didn’t you?”

��I don’t know what you think you remember about Afghanistan,” Davis said. “But—”

“No, no, no,” he interrupted. “See it’s not what I remember that’s going to hurt you, Davis. The business between us has been over way too long ago to matter.” (Y/N) explained. “You’re protected by a statute of limitations and that’s my fault.”

Davis shrugged. “Then good evening.”

He glared. “You set Isaac up! You knew his sister wanted him to call someone about you. So you killed her and framed him as a distressed veteran?” (Y/N)’s face pinched as he accused, “You killed her because you knew someone was going to piece it all together and come after you, didn’t you?”

“Now you’re just throwing accusations around.” Davis replied and (Y/N) slapped a decoration off his desk.

It shattered and he shouted, “God, I should’ve told someone about you when I was in Afghanistan! When you were ‘training’ me.” He took another step forward, voice lowering dangerously. “Well, you know what happens in cases like this? Once that dam breaks, the flood comes.”

He raised a finger. “One servicemember stands up, just one. And then another one, and another. Because they’re not afraid of your repercussions anymore—they know they’re not alone.” (Y/N) tipped his head up. “Isaac Keegan is your dam.”

For the first time since they’d started speaking, Davis showed his anger as he barked, “Whatever lies Isaac told you—”

“THEY ARE NOT LIES!” (Y/N) yelled. “YOU DID THE SAME THINGS TO ME!”

“I didn’t do a damn thing to you or to Isaac—”

“One by one, they’re going to pile up until there’s so many accusations, you can’t say that they’re all lies!”

Davis thrust his hands to his chest. “Do you have any idea how many men and women I helped promote? How many lives I’ve saved with my service?” He gestured to (Y/N). “Look at you! You would’ve been dead in a shallow grave if I hadn’t helped you.”

“Yeah, well that shit wasn’t for free, was it?” (Y/N) demanded, throat tightening with emotion.

“I pulled you out of the gutter.” Davis murmured.

He shook his head, the tears of anger flashing the pain from his voice. “I pulled myself out of the gutter! All the way to the top military squads! I did that!”

“You’re saying I had nothing to do with making you who you are?” Davis questioned, a look of offense on his face.

(Y/N)’s rage cooled, shoulders sinking back as he raised his head and admitted, “No Davis. Actually, I’m saying you have everything to do with making me who I am.” He gazed at the man. “Because of what you did to me, I’m the man who’s going to spend the rest of his life making sure abusers of power like you face the consequences.”

“(Y/N),” Davis comforted. “I never meant to hurt you.” His expression turned sympathetic. “You could’ve said no.”

He turned his head away, jaw clenching so hard it hurt, then he looked back at him, and two men turned the doorway. (Y/N) watched Davis’ eyes widen in shock.

“Quinton Davis, you’re under arrest for the rape and murder of Jessica Keegan.” The two military police officers walked around (Y/N), and each took an arm.

Davis shifted. “I’ve helped a lot of veterans and service members.” He started thrashing. “Nothing in this goddamn city is going to be the same with me. Without the center, who’s going to look after them?”

His expression hardened. “Wayne Enterprises will. I will.”

“Wait a minute damnit!” he looked at (Y/N), pleading, “(Y/N), please, isn’t there anything you can do for me?”

(Y/N) got in Davis’ face. “You can rot in hell.”

He watched the MP’s drag away the screaming man before letting out a shaky breath and reaching up to his chest, yanking off the necklace that had the camera built into it. Tim had no doubt cut the feed by now and he shoved it in his pocket, free hand coming up to wipe away the tears in his eyes.

***

“What happens now?” the young man asked, dark circles under his eyes making him seem wearier.

(Y/N) sighed. “There’s going to be a trial. Davis will face the consequences.”

Isaac frowned. “I’m going to have to testify, aren’t I?”

“Yes. But I know who the prosecutor is. She’s good. She’ll nail Davis to the wall for everything.”

“I…I don’t know if I can do it.”

He reached out and placed a hand on the man’s shoulder. “Then do it for Jessica.”

“I miss her.” Isaac whispered, head lowering as he sniffed. “I should’ve spoken out sooner.”

“I know,” (Y/N) murmured. “I feel the same.”

His head cocked up, teary eyes gazing into (Y/N)’s. “Will you be there?”

“I’ll probably be called by the prosecutors to testify.” He shrugged. “But with the statute of limitations, I don’t know how much it’s going to weight in our favor.”

“But you already told the world about your past with Davis?” Isaac said. “We—we all watched it live.”

“That was just the start.” (Y/N) said. “We have to see it to the end. For all the servicemen and women he abused over the years.” He turned, looking at Nightwing and Red Hood. “They’ll take you back to your apartment.”

Isaac nodded, starting to follow, then he stopped and looked back at (Y/N). “How’d you go on after Afghanistan?”

He met the young man’s eyes, then he glanced at his family. “I was still needed. Still am.” (Y/N) turned back to Isaac. “You never forget it…but it does get better.” He stuck his hand out. “And I’ll be there when you need me.”

They shook hands and he watched Isaac walk off with his brothers before he turned and moved to the railing overlooking Gotham Bay. A multitude of emotions swirled in his chest, but a sense of relief rested on his shoulders, and he let his head drop, the tears starting to drip down his cheeks.

Someone’s hand rested between his shoulder blades, followed by a deep voice comforting, “It’s okay, son.”

He shook his head. “I should’ve said something earlier.”

“It’s not your fault,” Bruce affirmed. “You didn’t do anything wrong.”

(Y/N) looked up, gazing at his father. “I’m sorry.”

“You have nothing to be sorry for,” the man murmured, expression soft. “But why didn’t you come to me?”

He paused, inhaling shakily as he said, “It only lasted for a short time. I was promoted and inducted into the super soldier program.” He shrugged. “By the time I finally wanted to tell someone, Davis had already left the compound and too much time had passed for it to matter.”

(Y/N) gazed out at the water. “It’s not over…but the world knows what he really is now. And all the people who suffered are going to see justice.”

Bruce leaned on the railing next to him. “You don’t show many signs of a survivor,” he noted. “You keep it all under wraps.”

“I learned during the super soldier program that there are worse things than what happened to me.” (Y/N) sighed. “Davis’ abuse might be what makes me so hateful of abusers, but when I started the team, I refused to let it control me and my life.” He raised his head. “I was going to live my life to the fullest, with whoever I wanted and even if I never told anyone, that was going to be the one part of me no one would ever take away.”

His father observed him for a moment then he stood, nudging (Y/N) until he did too; they looked at one another, a father and a son, and Bruce said, “I’m proud of you, (Y/N). For everything.”

(Y/N)’s mouth opened and snapped shut once, twice, a third time, then he raised one hand to cover his eyes as the lower half of his face twisted in pain, the other fumbling blindly for Bruce. His father caught him, one strong arm wrapping around (Y/N)’s back, the other pressing his son’s head to his shoulder.

“I’m here son,” he murmured. “I’m always going to be here.” He pressed his lips to the young man’s temple. “And I love you son. So much.”

“I love you too, dad,” he choked out, holding onto his father for dear life.

[stressedoutcanary]

Family Matters - Batfamily x Reader

Summary: A surprise birthday party and Batfamily being chaotic.

“That's it Dick just a little to the right...No the other right...No! Not there you goofus! Just...Just get down from the chandelier before it comes crashing down on the rest of us and For God's Sake let Duke handle the ribbons before you somehow strangle yourself with them”

Warnings ⚠️: Fluff, lots of it, angst because I can’t help myself, Reader has got some parental issues. Hurt/Comfort.

Word count: 2.4k

A/N: I wanted some good dad Bruce content so I did it myself. Also I might have been influenced by a post I made a while back about Bruce and his children. I haven't used reader's pronouns anywhere so it's kinda gender neutral.

I don’t know where I was going with this, my imagines are often like a train derailed from its track but I think it’s fine. So Enjoy ;)  

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"Focus (Y/S/N), don't jump in in blind, assessing what action your opponent is about to undertake and countering it out before they can complete that action, this is the key lesson for you today", Batman's commanding voice echoed in the enclosed area of the batcave as he observed you attempting to roundhouse kick the boy in front of you. It was rather rashly executed with the hope of knocking him down which, for obvious reasons, only ended up with your leg connecting with nothing but thin air.

'Damn he is fast when he actually tries.'

"Easy for you to say Old Man! You aren't the one dancing with Mister Duckboy, the teen wonder over here!", you exclaimed, panting as your chest heaved from the exertion.

"Duckboy?!", Tim looked near scandalized as you grinned in return, stealing a glance towards the giggling crowd gathered near the stairs.

Everyone was already in the cave, it was a rare occurrence, it happened only when the issues of upmost importance were being discussed. Today was one of those days; The planning of Alfred Pennyworth's surprise birthday party.

However things usually went a lot less violent, this day every year. The sparring session this year was the result of you messing up, real bad while on patrol last night and since you were around the same age as Tim, he was found to be the most appropriate partner for it. The only drawback was that he had a staff in his hands while your weapons were confiscated, because in Bruce's words 'you rely on them too much'. You were already tired and Tim had a huge advantage over you, if you wanted to win this match you had to be quick and efficient at the same time.

Distracting Tim by your comment allowed you to have an opening, gathering all your strength you went in for a forward strike. Unfortunately he was more than ready to take you on, he crouched down, narrowly missing your punch then proceeded to swipe your legs off of the ground with his bo staff making you fall butt first on the floor.

"Congratulations you've managed to hurt both my ass and my ego, Timbers", You said laying back on the ground, hands and legs spread out and instead of helping you up, Tim joined you on the floor sitting next to you. You gave him a look that was equivalent to 'next time I get the chance, I am going to push you off a roof'.

"Your skills need improvement", Bruce said in his monotonous tone as you grunted knowing that a full ass lecture was gonna follow, but before he could get another word out, Jason chimed in with a statement no one ever expected to hear from him,"You know (Y/N), he's not wrong in fact I think the old man's actually got a point."

Jaws dropped to floor, Tim looked like he just saw a ghost, Dick who was standing near Barbara pinched himself to see whether he was dreaming or not, Damian snapped his neck up from where he was sharpening his katana, even Titus and Ace perked their heads up at the sudden silence that settled over the place. Barbara, Cass, Duke and Steph looked equally shocked.

"Before you all get any ideas, what I'm trying to say is you better pay attention because B over here won't be able to save your ass, 'cause if you slack off the next thing you know you would be in a warehouse with a maniac, getting blown to bits", Jason looked at Bruce with accusing eyes.

'And here I thought he was finally going to say something sensible', you thought to yourself as he continued,

"Take it from someone who has had that experience, you guys remember right? The fact that I--"

"Died, we know!!", everyone groaned at the same time and Bruce looked like he had to physically restrain himself from faceplaming.

"Okay! Guys how about we go ahead and do the thing we all actually came here to do instead of... whatever this conversation was", you suggested, getting up and patting the dust off your clothes.

"Well then someone has got to ask the important question here", Barbara looked around as she worded her sentence,"who is going to be the one to keep Alfred busy while we get everything ready?"

Once again the cave went silent. For a whole bunch of detectives, you all were very, very scared of Alfred, including Bruce even though he will never admit it, lying to The old-butler-cum-grandpa and making random excuses for the whole 3 hours was a thought dreadful enough to make all of you exchange petrified glances at each other hoping someone would step forward to do the job.

"I'll do it", dick raised his hand.

"NO!", everyone snapped and Dick's head tilted with a pout.

"You are good at doing a lot of stuff boy wonder, hiding things from Alfred isn't one of them", Barbara comforted Dick as Damian stepped up next.

"*tt* Since none of you imbeciles have the courage or the ability to do it. I shall be the one to handle Pennyworth. Gordon, Cain and Titus, I will require your assistance", Damian spoke or rather commanded as he went up the stairs, followed by the group he chose.

"Don't mess this up for us, you gremlin!"

"Tim!", you lightly jabbed him in the side with your elbow.

"Ow! What?"

"Be nice", you narrowed your eyes and he understood you were being serious.

"Fine I'll try, but don't blame me if he starts something", Tim shrugged carelessly. You shook your head and let out an audible sigh as you followed everyone else up towards the manor.

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"That's it Dick just a little to the right...No the other right...No! Not there you goofus! Just...Just get down from the chandelier before it comes crashing down on the rest of us and For God's Sake let Duke handle the ribbons before you somehow strangle yourself with them", you eyed him worriedly.

"Oh come (Y/N) it'll be fine!", the cheerfulness in his voice made you cock an eyebrow at him from below. Duke slid in beside you.

"10 bucks says he will somehow fall within the next hour"

"Oh Duke you should know better, 20 says he'll fall within 30 minutes", you turned towards him with an evil smile.

"What are you both talking about down there?"

"NOTHING!", you both said in unison on which Dick gave you a confused look.

"Oh Hey look Steph needs my help with the cake so, see ya!", you quickly moved to the other side of the room checking in with Stephanie and Tim. She gave you a thumbs up to signal that everything was going according to plan and the place was almost ready. Everyone was laughing, bickering, having fun, it was all very rare and seeing it, a warm feeling spread throughout you.

You smiled to yourself for a moment but it faltered and a frown pulled up at your lips, a sorrowful thought crossed your mind, something you always kept buried deep down. Looking around and seeing as nobody needed your help at the moment you decided to slip out of the chaos, taking slow steps towards the patio to clear your head.

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Leaning against the railing you thought back to how you left your house this morning telling your mother that you are going to stay at your friend's place for a while and how she just waved her hand at that, not even questioning you anymore. Your mind was completely elsewhere, despite the awe-inspiring dense forest right in front of you, your eyes were lost in space.

You registered, a bit too late, the presence of someone standing beside you.

"It is a nice view, but something tells me that's not what brought to out here, away from everyone else"

"Careful there Brucie or people might think that you are actually capable of some emotions which happen include caring for people", you retorted back at him. It was always a sort of defense mechanism for you, whenever you felt exposed you countered it with snarky remark.

You closed your eyes hoping that Bruce would just walk away. But he didn't. He stayed there.

Bruce leaned on the railing beside you and waited. You took a deep breath, contemplating you next move carefully.

"...Look It's really silly so can we drop it?", you whispered wondering why in the world would Bruce of all people, care about your feelings.

"Talk to me (Y/N). I can tell when something is bothering you, I may not be your father, but you are my family.", unlike usual, his voice was gentle and genuine when he spoke to you.

"I am really not a fan of surprise birthdays", you stated, starting off vaguely.

"And why is that?"

"Because I...It's silly but this one time I spent a whole week working on a birthday gift for my mom, it was like a craft pop up box which had multiple photos of us together, I made that from scratch! everything in it I made that, I worked hard for it, I did it out of love but when I gave her that surprise gift you know what she said Bruce! She said that I wasted my time that she would've been much happier if I had focused on my studies, she never even once said that she liked it and I--", you looked at him with tears brimming in your eyes, threatening to spill.

"I don't know Bruce, it-it just makes me feel sad you know? every little thing reminds me that my mother doesn’t seem to love me anymore. There is this constant thought in my mind that no one cares about me, about what I do for them and I don’t know what to do with a thought like that."

"That's not true, look around you kiddo, you are surrounded by people who would do anything for you, who love you from the bottom of their hearts", Bruce finally looked at you, placing a hand on your shoulder.

"That's the thing! I am not an orphan!", you blurted out and Bruce looked more confused than ever.

"I'm aware"

"No! No you are not. I am not one of those kids you picked up from somewhere, I don't live here, Like I am sure you people aren't even sane, hell! you all make up the most dysfunctional family I have ever seen! I don’t belong here, you people have no reason to care about", Bruce gave you a sideways look, slightly chuckling at your sudden description of the people in the manor.

"But I still love everyone, my mom, you, every dumbass inside the manor right now, no matter much pain they cause me and I don't get why", this time when he looked at you, you didn't look like the vigilante who sucker punched The Riddler in the face last night, you looked like a scared little kid who is lost.

Bruce stood up straight and wrapped you in a hug. Something you never expected to happen in a million years. The shocked settled in after a bit and you wrapped your hands around him, burying your face in his chest.

"The people we love are still people at the end of the day. They act out, and sometimes they let us down, hurt us even, but that doesn't mean we stop loving them. For every bad memory, there will always be a good one that will get you through it. I promise you that (Y/N)", Bruce pulled away and gave you a warm smile. You couldn't help but smile back, your face matching his.

"Okay who are you and what have you done with Bruce Wayne? because I don't recognize this man who is full of emotions and on top of that, is giving free hugs right now", you broke into a grin, making Bruce's face go back to the stoic version.

"If you tell anyone, I will deny it"

"Sure you will"

Suddenly a clattering sound came from the hall, alerting you both. This, however, was followed by a 'I'm okay!' By the one Dick Grayson, which in turn was followed by Duke's 'Oh no!'

"Any idea what that was about?", Bruce inquired raising an eyebrow as you burst out laughing.

"That, you big softie, was the sound of me getting my 20 dollars, now let's get back before they destroy everything."

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You and Bruce entered back into the hall, everyone was gathered around waiting for Damian and his group to signal the beloved butler's arrival. You stood next to Tim as Jason moved towards the switches to turn off the lights.

"Okay I'll bite why are you covered in frosting before the party even started?"

"Steph", Tim replied, too tired to elaborate, leaving you giggling.

Barbara, Cass and Damian rushed through the door, looking close to terrified, with Titus tagging along.

"He is here, HIDE!", Damian said quickly closing the doors.

After a few moments, the door creaked open and Alfred's voice came through, "Master Damian, you and I will have words for what you did to-- Oh my", he was stuck to his position at the door, too shocked to say anything more after looking at the decorations and bunch gathered around an enormous cake.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY ALFRED!!", you all exclaimed with extreme excitement.

As the party went on you noticed that there was, in fact, a broken chandelier broomed to the side, later on there were a few not-at-all-safe stunts performed by the boys, some really bad puns made by Dick, all sorts of shenanigans by the others and cake, lots of cake. You looked around, everyone was busy doing something but now you knew Bruce was right:

You have one hell of a family, original, found or otherwise. And you love them all no matter what.

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Marvel Disabilities Celebration Week: Day 2

Creedless Assassins; takes place post-Infinity War, pre-Endgame (Diverges from Endgame quite a bit, but pulls from the canon of the comics, so maybe that's ok?)

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It starts off as a cold. At least that's what Clint says when he talks to various medical professionals about the genesis of what came next.

Steve had called it a headcold. Apparently he'd spent most of his childhood with the stuffy ears and sinuses gone to shit, exacerbated by a perpetual low grade fever and sore throat.

Nat had called it a hell cold. Maybe because it made Clint feel like hell. But probably because it made him give her a lot of hell.

Steve had tried to get them all together in a sort of bucket brigade, stopping by with soup and Kleenex whenever they happened to be at the tower. It didn't take long for Thor to start making himself scarce. Then Tony, even though the tower is technically his permanent address. Bruce turned up every other day for almost two weeks before he snapped and sent Clint an 'anonymous' email in all caps and green text, accusing him, in more efficient language, of being a poser. After that, everything fell on Nat.

"It's been almost a month," Nat says, annoyed. She lays upside down on the foot of Clint's bed, head hanging off the edge and a comic book held up an inch from her nose.

Clint coughs wetly. "Not my fault."

"I didn't say it was."

"Huh?" Clint looks up and wrinkles his nose, then puts his hand behind his ear.

"You still all congested?" Nat asks. "Because you really should be over that by now."

Clint shrugs. "It's not my face, really." He gestures to the prominent bones beneath his eyes. He's thinned out lately, so everything on him is prominent now. "It's more like my..." He claps his hands against the sides of his head.

"Ears?" Nat guesses.

Clint nods.

"You probably have an infection." There's a hint of 'duh' in Nat's voice. "With that hell cold, I wouldn't be surprised if you had some... stuff. Bronchitis. Ear infection."

"Doesn't hurt, though," Clint protests, determined to be fine, despite evidence to the contrary.

"You need to go get it checked out," Nat says. She gives Clint a hard look.

"But--"

"Humor me." Nat's expression turns to a gentle smile, even though she's on the losing end of the argument. She's giving Clint a gift, not fighting back. She must realize how awful he feels, and Clint immediately feels guilty for hiding it.

"Yeah," Clint sighs. Nat could probably tell him anything and he'd agree right now, in the vulnerable position he currently holds.

Her words make sense, though. His ears don't seem to work. Haven't all week. Maybe longer. Clint isn't sure.He doesn't need his sense of hearing much whilst he's lying in bed, all his energy absorbed in raising his body temperature enough to host the antibodies and force them to work against the intruders. Or maybe it's the other way around. Yada Yada. Clint doesn't care.

"If I make you an appointment, will you go?" Nat asks, a little desperation in her tone.

"Maybe?" Clint imbues the word with as much honesty as he can

To be completely candid, his mission days are over. SHIELD can't trust him to stick to the script in the field anymore, so he's basically defunct. They use him as a paperwork pusher, signing and stamping, because he can read and write and he's a level six.

Mission reports from [Name redacted] SHIELD Agent/Enhanced Person, passed, damages, casualty count don't phase him. Shit happened. Yeah, it sucks. The families of the dead are due recompense, lest their asses be sued (again). The success to casualty ration will be added to a long list of MS Excel data with automatic unfolding equations that define the company metrics.

Then Clint will snap up his briefcase, for god knows he has one now, a gift from Nat last Christmas. After that, he'll go home and... heat up canned soup. Maybe send a text or two. Go to bed. And wake up the next morning to do it all again.

Clint doesn't have Laura to fix his breakfast and dinner anymore. Nor does he have his children to run around in the yard with during his evenings and weekends.

His ears have been stuffy for so long now that he barely recalls Laura's voice. He thinks he holds onto her laugh, but then when he gets Nat started on a giggle fest, Clint thinks they sound eerily similar.

He's lost Lila completely. Nothing young and girlish remains in Clint's dwindling sound library, and he keeps mistaking the boys for each other, pushing Cooper back into babyhood as he tries to remember something Nathaniel said the other day before school.

Except it wasn't the other day. They vanished better than 90 days ago., and lint's been sick for at least the last month. Sometimes Clint wonders if Laura had been sick when she'd died, or been dusted or vaporized or whatever had happened. Had she been putting on a brave face to fight a fever? Had she passed on mono to her only bewedded husband? Did Laura have a secret boyfriend that no one knew about?

But no. No. Clint doesn't want to know. He thinks one more time about asking Nat, but changes his mind again, sticking to the high road.

"I need a better answer," Nat says. "If I make you an appointment, " she flips her phone between her fingers. "Will you go?"

Clint draws in his breath. "Will you take me?" he finally asks.

Nat grits her teeth. "Yeah. I guess."

"Do you think something's really wrong?" Clint furrows his brow.

Nat's molars continue to grind together, and her incisors push forward into the flesh of her lip. Clint expects to hear the awful sound, but instead there's nothing until she clears her throat and finally says, " Yeah. Yeah, I do."

Clint lets a beat of silence pass. "Ok.... Make it, and I guess I just..."

"Just tell them how it started, then what you're feeling right now," Nat says, as if it's that easy.

"You mean, the cold?"

"Yeah." Nat nods. "I don't mean to jump to conclusions on you, but that's a possible side effect of mono. If that's what you wind up having."

"Huh?"

"Don't know or didn't hear?" Nat looks concerned.

"Neither." Clint shakes his head.

"Going deaf."

"...Ok." Clint sighs. "I guess I knew that, but..."

"Hard to let it sink in when it's happening to you?"

"Yeah. Like jumping without a chute, or something."

"Nothing like that feeling, electrifying your veins." Nat shudders. "But similar, probably. I don't know."

"I don't know either. A fucking cold." Clint shake his head. "'S what I deserve, I guess."

"Hey, I never said that." Nat stares harshly into his eyes. "We'll come out the other side."

Clint reluctantly nods. "You know I haven't forgotten you yet? Like, the sound of you?" His eyes begin to fill with tears.

Nat presses her lips together again. "That's--" She shakes her head. "That's not fair. You deserve to keep her. To keep them. I don't matter." Nat waves her hand in front of er boy, as if to accentuate her worthlessness.

"It is what it is," Clint says, "And right now, I'll take what I can get."

"That makes me--" Now it's Nat's turn to wipe away tears. "I'll come see you tomorrow, ok?" She lifts herself up from Clint's bed in a push up position. She scrubs her face into the forearm of her hoodie, then shoots Clint a wan smile.

He returns the gaze, then pulls his blankets up to his chest. "I'll miss you."

"No, you won't," Nat scoffs. She squeezes lint's foot through the quilt before she turns to go.

"Hey, thanks!" The words are out of his mouth before Clint realizes he's shouting. He's hyperaware of his problem, now. His cheeks go pink, and he offers Nat an awkward wave.

Nat turns, then waves back, over her shoulder as she exits the room, leaving Clint alone in the silence.

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With Friends Like You, Who Needs Enemies

Series Masterlist

Reader is a mutant with the ability to turn sound into light who was 'adopted' aka stolen as a child by Baron Von Strucker to use for experimentation. She was given a form of the Super soldier serum so in addition to her mutant abilities she also has super strength, enhanced senses and healing. When he starts experimenting on his volunteers, the Maximoff twins, she tries to convince them to escape with her but they tell the Baron that she's planning to escape so he doubles her cell security. Steve and reader met when the team recovered Loki's scepter from Strucker.

She falls in love with Steve and becomes good friends with Nat but they aren't the friends she thinks they are.

Steve Rogers x Reader, Natasha x Bruce, Steve x Natasha, Reader x ????

Chapter 5

Warnings: swearing, angst, unintentional(?) bodily harm, descriptions of sex acts

In the great hall, right after Y/N left, Steve was hearing it from his friends. Bucky was the worst.

"What happened to the guy I grew up with? He wouldn't have cheated on his girl. What were you thinking" Bucky questioned.

Steve clenched his teeth "Why are you so concerned about her? You think you're so sly but I noticed. I see how you look at my girl. I know you want her and are just mad at me because you can't have her. What happened with you two in Wakanda?"

Bucky worked to rein in his temper and remind himself that this is Steve, practically his brother, and keep his response measured "You mean when you sent her to babysit me so you could be free to fuck Nat whenever you wanted? It doesn't matter how I feel about her because she was your girl and I would never cross that line. You have a lot of nerve throwing accusations at me, considering what you've done."

Steve was losing his temper and taunted "Maybe you're just jealous. I have Y/N and your old girlfriend, Nat, while you have nothing. No sane woman would want you anymore."

Bucky clenched his fists and went to reply when he was interrupted by Tony.

"Jesus Cap, I wish you could hear yourself. Where's the star spangled man who always does what's right? I'm glad my dad never saw you like this, selfish and entitled, insulting your bff because you were caught cheating. Talk about the mighty falling." He glanced over at Bruce, seeing green blotches on his skin "Yeah, Cap, You might want to leave before the big guy shows up."

Steve looked at Bruce who was trying to hold it in, his eyes widened and he decided to take Tony's advice and leave "I'll see you all back at the compound"

Before he made it out of the tent there was a bright light and what sounded like an explosion.

Steve looked back to the rest of the team but they were already out of their seats.

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Y/N quickly left the hall, needing to be alone without Steve staring at her like that. She started off crying, feeling the ache in her chest over Steve and Nats actions, the sting of Nat's betrayal. Nat was the first friend Y/N had ever made, she trusted and confided in her but the whole time Nat resented her and was sleeping with Steve. And Steve, how could he try to claim that he loved her and did it to protect her.

After she had passed a few buildings and headed into a wooded area she heard someone clearing their throat. She stopped and turned around to see Nat behind her.

Y/N growled "What the fuck do you want, Romanoff?"

Nat laughed "Aaww, Little princess got so mad she said a swear. Stevie will be so disappointed."

"Fuck you and fuck Steve. You can have each other. I don't want anything to do with either of you."

She tried to leave but Nat grabbed her arm "Don't walk away from me you prissy little bitch! I didn't get to tell you how good your Stevies fat cock felt when he was balls deep inside me or how he ate my pussy until I soaked his face. How he fucked me in the supply closet while you were in the hall, right there. Or how fucking hard he got inside me when you were so close but too dumb to figure it out. You should be thanking me, your dear Stevie is a freak and your naive ass wouldn't be able to keep up with him."

Y/N shook her head "Stop it! Stop!! I get it I'm a dumb kid and you took my man. He's yours. Now leave me alone." She tried to twist out of Nats grip but Nat just squeezed harder.

"Stop fighting me. You'll stay here and listen to what I have to say or I'll break your fucking wrist."

Y/N pulled again and when she still couldn't get free, felt a panic attack creeping up on her. "No Nat let me go!!! Let me go! Letmegoletmegoletmego."

There was a snap as Nat broke her wrist. Y/N screamed in pain and dropped to her knees, a blinding white light flashed around her and she just sat on her knees in the mud sobbing until darkness took her.

Tony got there first, saw Y/N unconscious in the middle of a huge circle of trees that had been blown back as though a bomb had hit. Under a couple of the downed trees was Nat, laying very still. Tony was speechless, they had been working on controlling her powers but he had no idea she could cause such destruction.

"Friday? Notify the team that we have a situation over here. Romanoff is down and I don't know what's up with Y/N."

"Of course, Boss."

"Can you get vitals on either of them? Or any other info on what happened?"

"They are both alive but Agent Romanoffs heartbeat is thready, she needs medical attention. That's all I can tell from here."

Tony slowly started moving towards Nat since she was in worse shape. He was working out how to move the trees without causing any more damage when Steve, Bruce and Bucky came running up.

Steve looked at the collapsed figure in the middle of the blast area and headed towards Y/N when Bucky stopped him. "I don't think so asshole, go take care of your girlfriend. Help Tony get those trees off her."

Steve looked like he was going to argue when he heard Bucky's vibranium arm whirring and decided another fight wouldn't help things any.

By the time they got Nat out from under the trees a stretcher had been brought out and they took her to the medical building that was still under construction.

Bucky went to help Y/N, walking up slowly and speaking gently to her.

"Hey Doll. It's just me, your Bucky. I'm gonna come over there and make sure you're ok."

He let out a breath he didn't know he was holding when her eyes opened only to quickly close until her hand reached up to cover them. When he reached her he kneeled down next to her.

"I saw you open your eyes. It's ok doll. I just wanna help."

And started stroking her hair, smiling when she leaned into his hand.

Y/N pushed herself up until she was sitting. She looked around "What happened?"

Bucky smiled "I was hoping you could tell me. Looks like a bomb was dropped here."

She laughed wryly "Are you saying I'm da bomb?" The effort making her cough.

Bucky chuckled "No I mean yes you are but that's not-"

"It's ok, I was teasing." She rasped out "Uh, Bucky, I think my wrist is broken but I can't feel anything. I must have drained myself." She struggled to sit up and looked around to see the mess

"Oh. No. Did I cause this? I didn't mean to hurt anyone but Nat wouldn't let me go. She kept taunting me and it just pushed out." Her eyes filled with tears.

"Bucky, please believe me I never meant to hurt anyone. Please don't let them lock me up again."

Bucky rubbed her back, trying to soothe her "Hey, hey, it's ok. No one is gonna lock you up. Not on my watch."

Y/N collapsed against him and he held her tight "Can I pick you up, doll? I want to have you looked at."

She looked up at him "I think I can walk myself" and tried to stand but her legs gave out. She chuckled "Ok, maybe not." And sighed "Sure, you can carry me."

Bucky gently picked her up and carried her to the medical building. As soon as he entered an Asgardian quickly brought a gurney over for Bucky to set her down on. They nodded at him and rolled her away while Bucky sat down to wait.

As she was rolled away the woman pushing her spoke up "I'm Eir. We need to do some tests to make sure you're alright. That was quite a display of power you made."

Y/N cringed "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to, she just...." She paused

Eir smiled "It's alright child, we have seen what the Widow has done to you. She pushed you too far and overwhelmed you. You would think she would be smarter dealing with enhanced individuals."

"I didn't even know I could do anything like that" she said shyly "I've only been learning to focus the light, like a laser, recently."

Eir looked at her sadly "Such is often the way with powers like yours. They don't manifest until puberty and strong emotions can intensify them. If the Queen allows it you should stay here for awhile to work on them. You would be safe from other countries governments who would prefer to cage or experiment on you and surrounded by people who understand and want to help."

Y/N smiled "It sounds lovely but the team-"

Eir shook her head "Some members of your team want to help but others are frightened of your abilities, more so now. I'm sure the queen would allow your Winter soldier to stay with you." And smiled knowingly.

Y/N felt her face heat up and hoped Eir couldn't tell "What do you mean? Bucky and I are just friends. He's not my anything."

Eir laughed softly "Dear child, that man is in love with you. I don't know how you could miss it. He has almost come to blows with his closest friend over his treatment of you. Take your time to heal from the captain but don't overlook the sargent."

Y/N laid quietly while Eir did a scan and physical exam, thinking about all of it. When the scan was done Eir helped her sit up.

"Everything looks fine, except for the broken wrist and exhaustion. I believe the large output of emotions enhanced your ability to allow you to cause the damage you did but also drained you. I want you to stay here until tomorrow and get some rest. If you choose to stay here for an extended visit, I'm sure we can find someone to help you work with your powers.

He can be shifty but Prince Loki might be able and willing to help." Eir started wrapping her left wrist.

Y/N nodded "It's something I'll definitely, consider." She looked down "Is Natasha ok? I might hate her but I didn't really mean to hurt her."

Eir looked at her "The Widow has multiple broken bones, scrapes and a concussion. She hasn't woken up yet."

Y/N woke up that evening when she smelled food. Her mouth was watering before she even opened her eyes. When she looked around the surroundings were unfamiliar and it took her a moment to figure out where she was.

Then the memories hit and she had to hold back a sob.

"Hello my dear. I've been hearing so much about you I had to come speak with you myself." Loki smiled at her

She tried to smile back "We have met before, you know. Thor brought you to the compound once but you didn't seem to like it much"

Loki nodded "Yes, well I was a bit of a war criminal at the time and being around my former captors wasn't exactly my idea of a pleasant experience. So much has changed since then.

I know you are still tired so eat and get more rest. I would like to speak to you tomorrow when you're well rested."

Y/N heard a scream, she could tell it was Nat. Then she heard noise like a struggle and more yelling. The door to her room was slammed open to Nat breathing heavily, gauze wrapped around her head, covering her eyes.

Someone came up behind her "Miss, you shouldn't be out of bed, you'll hurt yourself."

Nat screeched "I don't care. I need the little bitch to see what she's done." She moved her head like she was looking for something "She's in here isnt she? Y/N!!! You stupid little brat, you blinded me. I can't see because you can't control your emotions or powers. I'm going to have Fury lock you up and when my sight comes back I'm going to-"

Nat dropped and they could see the orderly behind her with an empty syringe

"I'm so sorry Prince Loki, Miss. She's very strong and took a higher dose of sedative than I expected."

Y/N looked at Loki "I blinded her? Maybe I should leave before Fury finds out and causes trouble here."

Loki shook his head "Fury has no authority here, he can't cause us any trouble. Her blindness is probably temporary."

Y/N wrapped her arms around herself, trying to hold back the feeling that everyone would be better off if she were gone.

She slept that night but it was plagued with dreams of Steve and Nat.

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The next morning, after breakfast and the ok from Eir, Y/N went for a walk to work through everything that had happened the last couple of days. Her life had been turned upside down.

After walking for a while she saw a pasture with horses and a barn at the other end. She remembered reading books about horses and imagining the freedom to climb up onto a horses back and run away when she was a kid. She leaned against the fence and watched the horses playing, trying to appreciate their beauty and push the painful thoughts away.

As she shook her head and groaned she heard someone approaching. It was Val with a beautiful white horse.

"I know we've just met but you seem like you could use a friend. This is Calliope but you can call her Calli. She is the gentlest horse in my stable and an incredible listener. She understands commands in English walk stop etc. I've packed a water bag and some lunch and snacks. She will take you on a nice ride and bring you home when you are ready. Nature is good for what ails you." She smiled gently.

Y/N shook her head "It sounds like you were getting ready to ride out, I don't want to take your horse"

Val laughed "No, I was in the hall when Rogers and Romanoff showed up yesterday. After everything that's happened, I figured you would need to get some air and perspective. When Eir told me you had left her care to go on a walk I thought you might like a ride. It always helps calm my mind, allowing me to think clearly."

Y/N gave her a small smile and fought the tears "Thank you" she whispered.

Val nodded and gave her a leg up and some basic riding instruction then sent her off with a walkie talkie in case she needed help.

Y/N sat astride Calli and looked around her. Norway was so beautiful it brought her to tears but to be fair she was right there anyhow. For hours she let Calli take the lead while she contemplated her situation.

How could Steve think she would just take him back? Even though he seemed sorry she didn't know how she could ever trust him again. Two years this had been going on and he never tried to talk to her about any of it. He was the one who always pulled back when their making out became too heated.

Now that her head was a bit more clear she was able to see other things in her relationship with Steve that didn't sit well. The way he often spoke to her like she was a child or an idiot. And how he reacted to her using her powers outside of missions, like she should be ashamed of them, of what she was.

Y/N knew she was somewhat immature after so many years of her life were spent imprisoned and experimented on. Maybe she was too needy, maybe if she had.....NO! She wouldn't let herself follow that line of thinking. Nothing she did or didn't do excused what Steve did. Whatever she thought they had was over, she knew that she could never completely trust him again. She would always wonder where he really was and who he was with.

She knew this was the only way it could go now.

Y/N lost track of time on her ride until the sun started setting. She asked Calli to take her home and the horse turned back towards where they came from and picked up her steps a bit.

"I'm sorry for keeping you out so late, Calli. You must be getting hungry" she laughed as her stomach made her own hunger known.

When they returned to the stable Val was gone but Loki was also returning from a ride and helped her put Calli up while the horses were being fed.

She turned to look at Loki "Thank you for your help, this is the first time I've ever ridden a horse. I was a little scared but Calli is so sweet it went away pretty quickly."

Loki smirked and took her hand "I never would have guessed, you looked completely natural astride, like you've ridden all your life." He paused for a moment "You should stay here for awhile, to help you heal, your beauty brightens this dull world. Your lights rival the aurora borealis. Consider it, you may stay as long as you need" He kissed her hand, smiled at her with a glimmer in his eyes and left.

Y/N headed towards her quarters to shower and change before going to the hall for dinner. Once she arrived she saw Bucky, Tony and Bruce sitting huddled together in an intense conversation. She grabbed a plate of food and headed towards them.

"Hello boys" she smiled. "This seat taken?"

Bucky startled "You're back, we were getting worried. Please sit."

She looked down "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to worry you. I just needed some time to clear my head and think."

"It's ok doll, I hope you're feeling better."

She nodded "I'm still hurting but I know it will get better."

Bucky smiled at her and Y/N felt butterflies for a moment, which made her think of what Eir had said about Bucky being in love with her. She smiled back at him and knew she would be alright.

Chapter 6

[night-fallz]

Jason Todd x Avengers Crossover

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If he knew that he would be blamed for murdering someone the moment he got back to Gotham, then Jason would’ve waited another week or two before returning.

No matter what a lot of people said, Jason wasn’t stupid. He knows not to expect things that were unlikely to happen.

Jason couldn’t risk raising his hopes when it came to the bats.

He knew that he wasn’t gonna receive a warm welcome filled with hugs and cupcakes. Honestly, the most he expected was a nod of acknowledgment. And if he was lucky, then maybe- maybe he would’ve gotten a smile with the quiet whisper of a welcome back.

It made his heart twist in all the wrong ways to know that his family didn’t trust him as much as he thought. Jason genuinely believed that he and the bats were on good enough terms to earn him the benefit of the doubt.

He forced himself not to flinch as he met Batman’s harsh, distrustful gaze.

“I wasn’t even here when he was killed,” Jason tried to say as calmly as he could, knowing that if he loses his temper, everyone would use it against him. “I was following a case up in New York.”

He couldn’t go back to Arkham! Not again. Not with the Joker only a few cells away from him, taunting him with his laughter— his voice filled with cruel exhilaration as he continuously promised Jason that they would play together once again. How he would soon be reunited with his favorite playmate.

His favorite Robin.

He heard someone suck in a breath behind him.

Jason didn’t expect anyone to defend him. Not against Batman. But still-

He didn’t expect them to just stand and watch as Batman tore him into shreds once again. Batman threw accusation over accusation, yet he never once provided a single piece of evidence that proved it was Jason that did it.

He took a step towards Jason and he had to force himself not to flinch. Batman wouldn’t… not with his kids in the same room.

He ignored the rising panic in his stomach. Jason was safe.

He was safe.

Bruce wouldn’t beat him in the cave. Not in front of everyone. Not in front of Damian.

Jason would be able to walk out of the cave with his ability to walk. He was gonna be okay.

“Look, B. You can even ask them,” he pointed at the spot where Dick and the others were standing. “I told them that I was leaving Gotham for a while.”

Batman turned to where Jason was pointing. “Well?” he asked expectantly.

The cave was engulfed in eerie silence before Tim opened his mouth, faltering a little when he met Jason’s pleading gaze. “He’s not lying Bruce. He told me that he had a mission out of Gotham while we were hanging out a few weeks ago.”

Jason could feel his chest loosen up for a few seconds, thankful that Tim confirmed his statement.

He remembered the day that Tim was talking about. The bats were getting even clingier than usual. They weren’t even trying to hide the fact that they were following Jason anymore.

Tim asked Jason if he wanted to watch a movie and Jason agreed.

The bats were gonna be watching him anyways— they didn’t even try to hide the fact that they bugged him and all the known safehouses he has.

At this point, Jason didn’t know whether he should feel offended with how much they underestimated or relieved.

They already viewed him as dangerous and unpredictable. If they ever find out that Jason’s been holding back, even if it was just a little-

He won’t let them throw him back to Arkham. Jason would rather go back to the League of Assassins.

If Jason wasn’t watching Batman so closely, he would’ve missed the sliver of a nod the man-made.

Jason tried not to think of the fact that Bruce immediately accepted Tim’s answer without hesitation.

For the millionth time in this conversation, he wished that he was wearing his helmet. Instead, he forced his expression to remain calm. To remain bored as turned back to Bruce an eyebrow raised.

“Is that good enough proof for you, old man?” he couldn’t help but spit out, bitterness clear in his voice.

Batman remained unaffected, not even bothering to verbally answer Jason’s question. Instead, he just nodded.

Jason’s heart clenched, of course, he wouldn’t get an apology. Batman was too prideful for that.

“Truth.” Cassandra’s voice rang across the cave, breaking the heavy silence. “No… not lie.”

Batman nodded once again and Cassandra’s eyes met his. It took everything in him to stop a retort from coming out of his mouth.

Couldn’t she have said that a few minutes ago? Before Batman ripped him apart like he was nothing but flimsy paper.

Still, he guessed he should be thankful that she defended him. Even though it was too late.

After a few seconds of no one saying anything, Dick broke the awkwardness with an annoying smile on his face. “Now that that’s settled, why don’t we get that movie started?”

It was only because of all his training that Jason didn’t break down right there.

Of course this was just another thing that they’d sweep under the rug. Something that they would never want to speak off again.

Discussions of what movie they were supposed to watch erupted the room. It didn’t take long for an argument to break out between Damian and Tim.

Jason watched the scene for a few seconds before looking away.

They looked like a real family.

He turned away, these things happened frequently enough for Jason to know that he wasn’t welcomed.

He blocked out all the noise as he walked towards his helmet, eager to put it back on.

It was only a matter of luck that the universe hated him so much that he knocked something down, the thumping noise alerting everyone that he was about to leave.

Jason couldn’t help but feel relieved that he put on his helmet as soon as he got his hands on it.

At least he didn’t have to go to all the trouble to force his expression to remain impassive anymore.

Batman could use it against him.

Dick’s eyebrows furrowed, “Where are you going, Jay? I thought you were joining us tonight.”

“Yeah, well maybe I’m not in the mood to watch a stupid movie tonight.” Jason spits out.

Was Dick being serious right now? There were so many things wrong with that question.

One: Why would Jason want to spend more time with the people who thought he murdered someone and didn’t even bother to defend him.

And two-

No one invited Jason.

Before anyone could say anything else, Jason hopped on his motorcycle. He needed to get out of the cave.

He could feel their eyes on his back but no one bothered to stop him.

The last thing he heard was Cassandra’s voice assuring the bats. “Be back,” she said with enough confidence that one would think that she could command Jason to turn around with only her words. “He will be back.”

Jason held in the harsh remark that threatened to leave his lips.

Plus, it wasn’t like Cassandra was lying. He knew it— and hell, the rest of Bats probably knew it too.

Jason would come back. He always did.

It wasn’t like he had anywhere else to go.

But for now, he needed to get away. He thought that one week would be enough to calm the pit.

It wasn’t.

In fact, he feels like the interaction with the bats today just made it worst.

He’ll stay away from them for two weeks. That should be enough time for the pit to stop screaming at him.

But who would he stay with?

Jason had enough experience to know that the best way to calm the pit was to surround yourself with people you trust.

Kori and Roy were still in space.

And Talia was busy with the civil war against Ra’s.

Jason had no one else.

Except-  

His phone grew heavier in his pocket and he remembered that an Avenger owed him a favor.

Clint said that Jason could text him whenever.

And the more he thought about it, the more Jason decided that he did trust the archer in some way.  

Jason soon found himself staring at the side mirror of the vehicle and poisonous green eyes stared back.

He quickly averted his eyes.

Clint was his last choice. And Jason couldn’t risk being in the peak of a pit episode without anyone to keep him in his place.  

He could do this.

It wasn’t like he had another choice.

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notes:

Balancing out school and volleyball was a lot harder than I thought it would be. Only one month has passed and I am swamped with work.

I don’t know how I feel about this chapter. It’s not my best work but I wanted to put something out for you guys!!

I hope that you liked it.

I’m gonna spend this weekend to try and get my life together so hopefully, that means that next week will be easier for me.

Especially since I still need to finish my permit course. (If you couldn’t tell, I’m kinda hating sophomore year of high school right now)

Like always, please leave a comment. i love reading them and they just motivate me so much! And they would help an extra ton these days.

And once again, if you have any fanfic requests, questions, or just suggestions for a specific fanfic i’m writing, just leave it in a comment down below or you can just message me here on tumblr.