#oracle drabble

[superbat-love]

After Batman revealed his identity as Bruce Wayne to the Justice League, several members were seen scrolling through their social media feeds and watching videos of Bruce Wayne dancing to popular trends with horrified fascination and disbelief. Not Clark though, he’s busy filming Bruce (nobody knows Bruce’s good camera angles better than him and he’s also smoother than any drone) then sending those videos to Barbara who’s helping to curate Bruce’s social media accounts.

[cutielando]

Heyy, im not sure if you're doing requests or socmed au's,,But if you are... I was wondering if you could do a socmed au with max verstappen in which he's secretly dating a nurse or a med student; where he likes meets her on vacation in croatia where she's studying; she sings in a klapa (a traditional acapella group) and he ends up at one of her performances, and there is like media coverage on how he was seen with an unknown girl,,, they keep their relationship secret until some gossip site gets pics of them together infront of the hospital with her in uniform and they soft launch after that

i know this is like a bit detailed, but i CAN NOT write for the sake of all that is holy

Anyways... Absolutely LOVE your writing❤

loving a nurse | m.v.

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yourusername a little time away from the hospital🦋

📍Split, Croatia

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yourbff i forgot what time off felt like😩

yourusername you and me both😭

yourbrother what's with that swimsuit????😯

yourusername i don't know what you mean

yourbrother you make it so hard to be nice to you

yourusername i know, but you love me regardless

friend1 you look so good!!!❤️ hope you enjoy your vacation!!

yourusername thank you babe!!!❤️

friend2 how does it feel to finally breathe outside of the hospital 🥲🥲

yourusername i kinda miss it, to be honest 😂

yourbff don’t listen to her, she’s drowning in mimosas

yourusername don’t out me

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maxverstappen1 summer break has never felt so good

📍Split, Croatia

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landonorris i bet you're enjoying it more than we are ;)

maxverstappen1 shut your mouth

landonorris don't hate me for speaking the truth

maxverstappen1 shut up

alex_albon getting some extra sun in there, maxie boy

maxverstappen1 you're a menace💀

alex_albon i’m speaking the truth 👍🏻

redbullracing hope you have a wonderful break, champ!❤️ you deserve it!! liked by maxverstappen1

user1 he looks so good, Jesus😩😩

user2 why are lando and alex teasing him in the comments???😭

user3 they're probably just trying to embarrass him because he never posts topless pics or something lol

user2 or maybe he met someone while in Croatia??

user3 possible, yeah

georgerussell63 I see you've taken a page from my book on that first photo there ;)

maxverstappen1 i have to learn from the very best😂😂

georgerussell63 you’re doing good for your first time

charles_leclerc where did you disappear last night?

maxverstappen1 i didn’t?

charles_leclerc bro, nobody could find you for hours

landonorris he was up to no good, charlie :))

maxverstappen1 i’ll block you

user4 i wanna live his life so badly 😭😭

user5 same🥲imagine being him

user6 he’s glowing ever since he ended it with Kelly

user4 that bitch was milking the life out of him. he seems to be doing well now

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formula1gossip Max Verstappen was spotted at a klapa music night last night in Croatia where he's currently on vacation. Moreso, he was spotted having dinner with one of the members of the group. Is there something going on in the World Champion's love life, so far away from home?

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user1 MAX???

user2 this is the most Max thing he could ever do

user3 kinda wish this was true, he needs someone after the whole Kelly drama

formula1wags detective mode activated

user4 doing God's work, thank you admin

charles_leclerc so that’s where he was

user5 hahahahaha CHARLES

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yourusername back to work 🩺

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maxverstappen1 nobody can pull off wearing scrubs like you do🫶🏻

yourusername staaaaawp

yourusername who gave you permission to be this sweet???😭

yourbff what about me?

maxverstappen1 i only have eyes for Y/N

yourusername atta boy 😊

yourbrother i don’t like all of this flirting in the comments 😒

yourusername okay

yourbrother did you hear what i said??

yourusername no, i read it

yourbrother stop being a smartass

yourusername never 😋😋

charles_leclerc glad to see the mystery girl has a name

maxverstappen1 stay away

charles_leclerc calm down

yourusername baby, be nice

charles_leclerc yes baby, be nice

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formula1gossipp Is Max Verstappen off the market? The reigning F1 champion was seen outside the hospital getting cozy with a nurse. We can confirm Max was NOT a patient at the hospital, seemingly only spending a few minutes with her before he departed and she rushed back into the emergency room. Is our World Champion officially a taken man?

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user1 no way he bagged a nurse😂

user2 even though this is an incredible invasion of his privacy, if this is true then i'm so happy for him🙏🏻

user3 i hope they're together, whoever she is☺️

user4 finally, we're free of kelly

user5 i honestly thought he wouldn’t get away from her 🥲🥲

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maxie💙

i'm sorry..

y/n🩷

?????

what happened?

maxie💙

there were some paparazzi at the hospital last night, they took some pictures of us and posted them online

they can't see your face

but they definitely know it was me

y/n🩷

babe

it's okay

it was bound to happen eventually

maxie💙

i don't want you to lose your privacy because of me

you need to focus on your studies

not deal with this

y/n🩷

babe

i knew what i was getting myself into when we started dating

i'm almost finished with my studies

nobody is distracting me from anything

don't worry, i'm good

maxie💙

so we can tell the world about us?

y/n🩷

if you want, then yes

maxie💙

i want everyone to know i have the hottest and smartest girl😮‍💨

y/n🩷

you’re making me blush

baby

i miss you so much

i can’t wait to join you 😭

maxie💙

not more than me

i’m counting down the days until i see you 💙

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maxverstappen1 yes, the rumors are true. i have a girlfriend, and she is indeed a nurse at the local hospital in Croatia. we decided to keep the relationship to ourselves because i didn't want her privacy taken away from her, or her focus shifted from her studies. i wish we could have had the opportunity of announcing this on our own terms, but the paparazzi got the best of us this time. i urge you all to be respectful towards her, any hate towards her will absolutely not be tolerated by me or anyone from my team. i hope you will come to love and respect her as much as i do

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[wondeurwall]

Idk if u've seen rafayel's new oracle story BUT IT HAS BEEN PLAGUING MY MIND

"What if i make it up to you like this yeah?"

MAKE UP SEX WITH RAFAYEL.

TELL ME DO YOU THINK THEY'LL HAVE IT OFTEN?? But ones in a more playful sort of way not really full on arguments if you get what i mean 😩💗💗

oh my god please, nonnie, rafayel's oracle story is literally the only thing on my mind. i've been so unwell

i went in with one dream and spent everything i had because my luck is abysmal. and, the worst part?? I CAN'T EVEN BE UPSET ABOUT IT 😭🫵🏻 it wasn't what i expected. it's kind of funny ASKDDJKD!! i thought it'd be myth related. instead, i was blessed with rafayel.... kisses... 🥰

itty bitty nsfw 🔞 mdni.

rafayel would 100% down for playful makeup sex 😵‍💫💕 honestly, he'd pull any kind of excuse just to get you undressed and fucked out in bliss. he loves how pretty you look when you cum 💕 even more when he and you can get a good laugh in between because he'd appreciate lightheartedness in intimacy. after all, he wouldn't have sex with anyone else! he needs trust to do those sweet, silly things too, and he can only ever do that with you.

because i think he'd find a lot of fun with it, he'd do it often, but the sex doesn't necessarily need to be absolutely mind-blowing once initiated. banter is fun, even better when it leads to sex, but he just loves being close like that: naked and a tangled mess of limbs with the warmth coming from your body to his.

he's a night owl, so he's unintentionally ignoring your texts. maybe, even misses a few phone calls or immediately ends an incoming one, thinking it's an alarm he set up before. part of the day goes by and you're coming into his home to make sure he's doing alright. there's no use in pretending that you aren't upset. because you are upset! you didn't hear from him 💔 but, you find that he's just now out of bed after finishing a new piece of art.

"were you asleep this whole time?" you ask.

he rambles on about a sudden inspiration he had and that, "it'd be wrong to rest when the idea was too good."

you listen, nod, but truthfully some of his words go in and out the other ear. you frown at him. and, when he asks why you have that look on your face, you're quick to say, "i'm sure you can figure out why."

he knows. of course, he knows. he reads you well, just like you do him. then, his shoulders are a little hunched over, and he's laughing!

"i've really spoiled you," he says softly. his hands are on your hips the next second, pulling you close. "mm, why not let me make it up to you? i'm awake now, and we have the rest of the day to ourselves."

he lifts you and lays you on the couch. kisses you while he thinks about how many times he can get you gushing on his fingers and tongue before his cock.

OR, if you're the one making it up to him 🥹

accidentally spilling paint on a good shirt of his? you're panicking as soon as it happens. your hands move faster than your mouth, and you're halfway with unbuttoning his shirt before telling him he needs to take it off.

his laughter is what stops you. it dawns on you! but, to be fair, your thoughts don't have anything else besides: the shirt must be washed before it really stains.

"someone's being bold," he chuckles as your eyes meet. "did you plan this?"

"what?" and, the fabric drops from between your fingers. rafayel doesn't miss the way your gaze falls briefly, catching the sight of his bare chest, last 2 or 3 buttons barely laying over his abdomen. "me, ruining a piece of clothing that's probably over three times my budget? i don't think that's planning. it's called being clumsy."

your face feels warm. you take a deep breath, reach out to him, "c'mon. i'll wash it. take it off before the paint makes it unsalvageable."

rafayel clasps your wrist with his hand, steps into your space, voice deepening with a tinge of playfulness, "no, i can think of a better idea. how about me and you have matching clothes?"

he embraces you, gets you wearing blotches of paint too, and you want to argue. but, you can't find the energy to when one hand is guiding your head back and the other is tugging on your neckline. rafayel's lips move to your throat first. then, trails open-mouthed kisses along the rest of your neck, jaw, the base of your shoulder, before whispering, "it's a good idea, yeah?"

since you're the one to make a mess of his shirt first, he wants you riding him as compensation. to make him feel good? yes, sure, he loves that. though, the reason for it, most of all: he wants you using his cock like you own it. wants you aching and desperate for him. cum all over him, feel good because of him. nothing gets him going more than watching you bounce on top and moan his name so sweetly 🥰

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[oracle-of-dream]

Something Special

Summary: You've been getting closer to Jay, a wealthy businessman, as you've been booked to sing at multiple events for this business dinner. He invites you as his plus one this time, but you have a song written just for him prepared...

Notes: Some non-sexual works are in order since I haven't released any in a while, so I hope you like it <3

Wordcount: 2.8k

Sitting in a cafe, in a corner seat near the window. You could feel the sunlight shining through the window warming you up from the cold winter air. You came here to find some inspiration for your song. You wanted to write something special for a man who you met here. You could remember the day he walked into the cafe. It was an open mic night, which you went to every single one to practice singing on stage. Most people didn’t really pay attention to you, but one man couldn’t look away from you. It felt like you were singing just to him like the two of you were alone in the room together. That was months ago. The man introduced himself as Jay Park, the CEO of one of the businesses in the area. Some fashion company, and judging from the clothes he was wearing you could tell it wasn’t a lie either… Jay asked if you’d be interested in working a few gigs, promising very generous pay for some classy late-night singer vibes to come to his studio events. The first event was something to remember. It was on a huge stage with a live band. The room was full of people, most of them not really paying attention, the number was enough to even make you want to reconsider performing at all. But Jay spoke to you before the performance, encouraging you, and it turned out to be one of the best nights you’d ever performed.

You scratched your head in frustration, looking down at your notepad. It was full of lyrics from the song you’ve been working on for the better part of two months. You heard that your favorite client liked to have a New Year’s dinner for his company with live music. Meaning that it would be the perfect time to showcase a new song, but nothing seemed to fit the feeling you wanted. Something special…

You heard your phone ringing and answered, “Hello?”

“Hey Songbird, you busy?” 

You smiled at the nickname he gave you. “Never too busy for my favorite businessman.”

“Did you eat yet? We could go out to lunch in a bit, my treat!”

“Jay, it’s always your treat when you take me out.”

“Well, I can’t let you pick up the bill. It’s a pride thing, ya know?”

“Pride in what,” you scoffed.

“Pride in knowing I’m taking care of you. I like treating you. And there’s something I’ve been meaning to ask you about too...” Jay’s voice was a little tight like he was nervous about something.

You pretended not to know that he was going to ask you to sing for him. “What’s the occasion, maybe another gig?”

“I did have a gig for you on New Year’s Eve, but I found another singer.” 

You hesitated, trying to collect your brain before replying. Your face felt a little warm and your smile faded after registering what he’d said.

Jay broke the silence first, “Not that you’re not an amazing singer, I just figured you’d be a little too busy that night since–”

“I’m super busy actually! I gotta go catch up with another client calling. We’ll get back to this another time, yeah?”

“Y/n?” 

You didn’t let Jay finish before you hung up the phone. Your face was hot and getting hotter as you thought more about it. It’s just business with him, so it doesn’t matter to him who he hires for events or whatever. Even giving a courtesy call to tell you not to worry about the event. The nerve of that guy! You look back at your notepad and flip to the next page, writing new lyrics to your song, something to show how you really felt about him.

Jay tried calling again after an hour, even texting you. You decided to mute his number while you were in your creative process. Since he had time to hire another singer because he assumed you were busy, then you were too busy to answer the phone. 

Three days had passed since you last spoke to Jay. You were still muting his notifications, but couldn’t help yourself from looking at the texts… It was mostly confusion in the beginning. Then trying to explain something, but Jay seemed apologetic. It had been a while since his last message, which was just, “I’m sorry”. That’s when the guilt started to set in. Were you being too harsh to him? It’s not like it's a contract deal or that he had feelings for you, so it didn’t matter if he hired another singer. But you still couldn’t find out why you got so angry in the first place.

You picked up your phone and called Jay. It rang and rang, but there was no answer. Maybe he moved on after you freaked out and ghosted him… You went back to your notepad, looking at the lyrics you wrote. The new ones were mean and it felt horrible reading what you’d written about him. You ripped out the pages and threw them all away, trying to put that part of yourself aside.

You called his office. His secretary Mrs.R answered. She was an older lady who looked after Jay like she was his mother. She was always willing to speak her mind to her boss, which is why he liked her.

“Hello, Y/n! It’s so good to finally hear from you. Mr.Park has been trying to get in contact with you!” 

“I know…” Your throat was so dry, it was hard to speak. “Is he in the office today?”

“Yes, he’s here. He’ll be in meetings for most of his evening. Should I tell him you called?”

You thought about it… “No, I don’t want to bother him while he’s at work. I know he’ll cut corners and try to make time to talk to me, I wouldn’t want him to do that.”

“Oh, okay. I would like to ask a question, if I may. What were you planning to wear to the New Year’s Eve dinner? Mr.Park asked me to pick out a suit for him, but I thought it would be best if he matched with you.”

You cocked your head to the side. “Why would he need to match with me?”

“Well, you’re his date, aren’t you?”

“Date!? He didn’t mention anything about that to me.” You tried to think about when he may have asked you.

“He told me he was planning to call you and ask you a few days ago. I told him it’s better to ask in person, so he said he’d invite you to lunch and ask you then.”

You remembered the last time he invited you to lunch… When you hung up on him.

“Actually. Mrs.R, if you could tell him I called. I’d really appreciate it.”

“I’ll let him know right away.”

“Thank you.”

You hung up the phone feeling like an idiot. You kept your phone with you for the rest of the day, checking it constantly, but got nothing from Jay. It was around 11 pm when you really started freaking out. New Year’s Eve was tomorrow and you had no real way of getting to him. You typed out a big paragraph apology to him for not listening to him and begged him to call you.

After a shower to clear your head, your phone rang. You almost fell as you rushed to answer it in time. 

“Jay! Look I’m so sorry, I was an idiot for not trying to listen–”

“I’m so sorry dear. I’m not Mr.Park…” You heard Mrs.R’s voice coming out of your phone.

“Sorry… How can I help you, Mrs.R?”

“I was hoping I could drop off this suit for you. I thought you could use it for the event tomorrow.”

“He hasn’t answered me, and I don’t think he will at this rate.” You sighed.

“He’s probably being petty. He’s like that when he’s upset, but I have an idea for you if you’re willing to go through with it.”

Your ears perked at her idea. You gave her directions to your home and she explained her plan about how she wanted you to crash his party to make him see you again. However, she left a lot of things vague with only one thing very clear. 

“You can’t talk to him before you get there. If you do, it could potentially give away the plan.” She warned.

You nodded in understanding as you took the bag she brought for you. Inside was the luxury suit, taken from one of the product lines in the company. You walked her to the door and thanked her for helping you, waving her off as she walked back to her car and drove away.

The suit was black with a white button-up, but the fabric was sleek and smooth. Something you’d more likely see Jay wear, but if it was a part of the plan then you knew you had to wear it.

The next morning, you fought the urge to text and call Jay again. It used to talk almost every day, but almost five days of not speaking to him was starting to get to you. That’s when you started getting texts from Mrs.R.

“Okay, first we need to get you into the building undetected. We can’t put you on the guest list as Jay gets a copy of it so he doesn’t forget who’s coming, so we’ll need to sneak you in with the catering business.”

Her plan sounded straight out of a spy movie, but you had no objections. You took your time putting on makeup and the suit, setting your hair right, and plucked your lyric book with you before leaving to head to the location of the party.

Upon arriving, you parked and followed the crowds of people towards the front. Your phone buzzed again.

“The caterers enter from the side entrance, white van. They should be expecting you, so just grab some supplies and help them inside. Once you're in, come find me.”

You texted her back. “Isn’t this a little extra? I could’ve asked him if I could come…”

“Of course it’s extra! He loves this kinda stuff, if you want to show him how serious you are, then you should be extra.”

You sighed as you walked away from the front of the building, to its side, and followed the caterers into the building as they carried in food, utensils, and more. Just as she told you, none of the staff bothered asking who you were. You took a few turns down the several hallways until it opened up into the main ballroom for the event, where you instantly spotted Mrs.R at the reception table. 

You rushed over to her, holding an empty tray. 

“Mrs.R!”

She smiled as you came over. “Well, who’s this handsome server?”

“So what next in your master plan?”

She took out a sheet of paper. “This is the itinerary. The singer we had was supposed to get here already, but I’ve managed to send them home. Without a singer, Jay will be desperate for a new one. And then that’s when you’ll take the stage. I’ll give you a signal, so hurry and get backstage!”

You didn’t know whether to be shocked or impressed by her control of the whole plan, but you didn’t have time to decide. You rushed backstage, ditching the metal tray somewhere. 

A voice came over the speakers, it was Mrs.R! “Ladies and gentlemen. I deeply apologize for the delay on the music, we’ve finally gotten someone who’s ready to give a little ambiance.”

You could see the audience from where you were standing. Jay was sitting towards the front with an irritated look on his face, talking to some other men he was sitting with. The rest of the audience was either eating or talking amongst themselves, which you were used to, but you got the same feeling from your first performance for Jay… Your hands were cold, your stomach churned, and your knees were locking into place.

Mrs.R walked backstage. “Okay, it's your–,” she noticed your stressed expression. “Oh dear, are you so nervous about performing in front of him?”

You shrugged as your mouth wouldn’t open.

“He wants to see you. And I know you want to see him too, I can see it in your eyes. He needs you to be strong right now, so you have to go!” Mrs.R ended her short pep talk by handing you her microphone and giving you a small push toward the stage.

The push was enough to get you to move your feet, and walk onto the stage. White lights shined onto your face, almost blinding you. Some of the audience was hard to see, but you could see Jay. Front and center, still talking. It didn’t seem like he’d noticed you yet.

You positioned the microphone on the stand and nodded to the band to start the first song in the set. You started singing, only looking at Jay. Hoping he’d look back at you…

It was about a minute into the song before he looked at you for the first time in five days. His expression softened and he cracked a smile when he saw you onstage. He nodded his in approval as you sang to him. You went through the first set of the event before being allowed to have a break.

You stepped backstage and Jay met you there.

“You’re here!?” Jay hugged you tightly.

“Y-Yeah… I’m here.” You hugged him back, enjoying every second of him holding you.

Eventually, the two of you separated, and Jay was the first to speak. “Did you get my messages?”

You nodded. “And did you get mine?”

“Of course I did. I tried to call you, but I was in meetings all day and still had preparations for the event. So I didn’t get the chance to call you… And I honestly thought you didn’t want to hear from me anymore.” Jay’s voice was full of relief, and he looked like he could’ve burst into tears at that moment. “Why did you hang up on me that day? I didn’t get to explain myself…”

“I… I felt a bit jealous. And irritated that you didn’t want to ask me if I wanted to sing for your event, and you assumed I was busy–”

“I was going to ask you to be my date at the party. You’d be too busy sitting with me to be on stage singing, is what I wanted to say.” Jay sighed. “I didn’t think you’d get so irritated that you’d hang up before I could give the pickup line.”

You felt more embarrassed hearing him say it. “When you said date, did you mean an actual one? Or just your plus one?”

“I meant, Date,” Jay said flatly. “I wanted tonight to be special, so I could ask you if we could look into something a little… more personal than Singer and Client. I just didn’t really know how to play it.”

“Is that still on the table?” You asked.

“I’m open to negotiations,” he replied smugly.

“Watch it, businessman. I’m not too into contracts.”

“Right, no cages for the Songbird. I remember.”

You blushed at the nickname. “Do you have somewhere a little private? Just us?”

Jay looked around before leading you to an elevator. It was all glass, with a view of the city as it got higher off the ground. He pressed on the 50th floor, letting the elevator rise. Right before the doors opened, he switched the elevator off. “Private enough?”

You looked out at the city lights. “Perfect.” You pull out your notepad from your pocket. “I wrote you a song if you’re willing to hear it…” 

Jay leaned against the wall of the elevator. “A private show? I’d love that…” His gaze was locked on you as you prepared yourself in front of him.

You sang Jay the song you’d spent the last two months writing, pouring in everything you’d felt about him. Tell him about the first time you met, your first performance for him, and how he had your heart since that day… 

At the end of your song, you saw a firework explode behind Jay. High in the sky. It shined beautiful green and purple colors. You moved closer to see more fireworks.

“Happy New Year, Songbird…” Jay whispered as he held your waist, pulling you close to him. “Do I get a New Year’s kiss too?” Jay spun you around to face him, his face lighting up from the colors of the fireworks. It felt like time had stopped moving as he leaned down to you. He softly placed his lips on yours, drinking your lips under the stars and lights of a new year. A new year together…

[frickingnerd]

stealing your hoodie

pairing: futaba sakura x gn!reader

summary: your girlfriend steals your hoodie & lies about it to you!

“futaba, have you seen my hoodie?”

you've been looking for your hoodie for a couple minutes now, but you couldn't find it anywhere. with how often futaba was staying at your place, you hoped she might've seen it. but that didn't seem to be the case.

“nu-uh–!” she called out from another room. you continued to look around the current room, before suddenly stopping.

“you're wearing it right now, aren't you…?”

suddenly, futaba didn't reply anymore. you waited a few seconds, before you headed to the next room, only to see your girlfriend wearing your stolen hoodie.

“i knew it–!” you huffed, shaking your head amused.

“w-well… i am a thief, you know! you should really be more careful with your stuff. especially if it's so comfy…”

[violent138]

I have a headcanon that Steph is very much on Babs side when Oracle's a little upset about Dickory.

"Barbie, you got those reports on the stolen tank?" Steph raises her eyebrows at the lack of response from the Bats' eyes and ears, drifting over to peer at the computer.

A familiar, gorgeous redhead that Steph also stalks is open over the case file tabs.

Oh not this again.

"She's got nothing on you," Steph says, making Barbara jump.

Barbara doesn't even look ashamed at being caught, continuing to pout at the screen. "She's a princess."

"So?" Steph shrugs dismissively. "You're a genius, and you've saved Gotham over and over."

"She can fly." Barbara points out, face resting heavily against a bruised fist.

Steph scoffs. "What's the batplane for, decoration?"

They both stare at the screen, and damn if Steph can't see the appeal.

Barbara sighs, slumping onto the table.

"If you kill him, I'll help bury the body," Steph whispers, patting her on the back.

A half-groan, half-chuckle is her only response, the other Batgirl squeezing her hand blindly.

[cosmic-gemstone]

“Right this way, Lady Oracle.”

Qessyn slowly walked down the hall of the Hub, dressed in the heavy finery that Oracles were expected to wear. She was surrounded by guards and attendants.

It would seem the Emperor still held on to some of the old traditions.

…

Zarkon. Emperor of the Galra for the last ten-thousand deca-phoebs.

She never imagined she would meet him at all. Let alone under these circumstances.

Approaching the entrance to the throne room, Qessyn tried her best to steel her nerves. The massive doors slid open, and there he was upon his throne, ever-flanked by the witch, Haggar.

Curious. Why was it that her name sent such a chill down Qessyn’s spine, more so than even the Emperor?

Approaching slowly, Qessyn knelt with all the others, as a show of respect. “Your Excellency,” began one of the guards, “we bring you the Oracle of Daibazaal.”

She didn’t dare raise her head, but she could feel his gaze on her nonetheless. A grunt left him, and he spoke. “Rise, Oracle, and show me the mark.”

Qessyn didn’t need to be told twice. Getting to her feet, she reached up and brushed her bangs to the side, revealing the mark on her forehead, in the abstract shape of an eye.

It was silent for a moment, then came Zarkon’s dark chuckle. “After ten-thousand deca-phoebs…here you are. At last.”

Qessyn didn’t speak, only lowering her arm and dipping her head once more.

“And now that I look at you…small thing, aren’t you? Small…and weak. And…”

His brow quirked, and he rose from the throne, striding forward to examine her. Qessyn wanted to curl up on herself, but she remained steadfast. Oh, he was massive, far more so than she. She felt like she was staring down an angry xoc.

“…these scars…” he growled, instantly recognizing them as torture scars. Qessyn sensed that it was less out of concern for her welfare, and more that he could have potentially lost a useful tool. “Who did this?”

Qessyn’s ears lowered. No point in trying to lie. “Commander Trekhar of the 13th, Your Excellency.”

Another grunt. “I shall have to have words with him.”

Perhaps there would be some justice in this universe after all, however twisted.

“How much control do you have, girl?” he asked suddenly, “over your power. Can you see into the Rift?”

“Yes, Your Excellency,” Qessyn replied, “but it has been difficult. It causes great strain upon me, and I do not have as much control as I feel I should.”

Surprisingly, this didn’t seem to bother him. “This can be rectified,” he replied simply. “Come. Guards and attendants, you may remain with her. She seems…frail.”

Frail. The understatement of the century. Her entourage rose up, dipping their heads in respect, and they all followed him through the Hub.

He led her to a chamber filled with all manner of devices. Sentries stood guard, and technicians were busily working. They all stopped when Zarkon entered, kneeling.

One, the lead technician, spoke. “Emperor Zarkon. What is your wish?”

“We have found the next Oracle at long last. Activate her.”

Her?

“At once, Your Excellency!”

The technician activated a device, and a hologram of a Galran woman appeared. Qessyn’s eyes went wide.

“It’s…you…” she murmured, unable to stop herself.

The hologram of the woman looked down at her. There was no mistaking it; this was the woman who Qessyn had seen in her dreams. The one who tried to speak to her, but her voice never reached her.

The woman spoke. “Emperor Zarkon. Is this who I think it is?”

“Watch your tone, Vralti,” he growled. “It is. I have seen the mark. But verify it for yourself if you must.”

Vralti turned to Qessyn, with a far more gentle tone and expression. “Show me the mark, dear one.”

Qessyn nodded, brushing her bangs to the side. Vralti seemed to have a mixture of pride and sorrow on her face. “After all this time…you come at last.”

Zarkon interrupted the moment between the two. “I trust you know why I activated you?”

Vralti nodded solemnly. “She needs a teacher.”

“Don’t fail me.”

“I won’t…Your Excellency.”

Zarkon turned to Qessyn, who practically jumped out of her fur. “You will learn from this memory of the previous Oracle,” he spoke in a commanding tone, “your powers will grow, and you will use them to serve me.”

Qessyn swallowed hard, and dipped her head. “Y-Yes, Your Excellency.”

“I leave you to it. Do not disappoint me.”

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[Isshiki Detective Blog #1: An Introduction]

If you're reading this, welcome! I'm Isshiki Futaba, a junior detective at the Isshiki Detective Agency, and I am the founder of the Detective club in Shujin Academy. You may be wondering why I am making a blog, and the reason is simple. As someone who is going to be taking up the mantle for my family's agency in the near future, I want to bring things into the 21st century and have a blog about the going on's in my life along with the agency.

For those who don't know, the Isshiki Detective Agency is a long running private detective agency that was founded by my great grandparents. They were inspired by the Sherlock Holmes books that made their way here from the United Kingdom. One of their first cases was to deal with the "Phantom Thieves", aka the Amamiya family.

My parents have been trying to bring them to justice for over 100 years now, and I am the next generation to do so. Given the audacity of the crimes committed over the years, it is my belief that the only thing that will make them realize the errors of their ways is a long stint in prison. For the ones who are currently alive anyways.

However, they have been pretty quiet the past few years other than some minor things. I'm hoping that they have moved on at long last and my family can continue to serve the community by solving cases that nobody else can. That is the purpose of our agency, is to help out anyone with the cases that have stumped the police and other agencies.

Ever since I helped out a friend when I was a kid, I realized that's what I wanted to do, to make sure nobody ever suffers like she did. So I will be continuing my family's legacy, but bringing it to the 21st century. I fancy myself as pretty good with technology and can find things that others will miss. I will be working along with my family to make sure that there will be no more cold cases, ever.

There's a bunch more that I could explain, but for the time being this is just a brief introduction. I will be going into depth about past cases that my family has dealt with, including those that dealt with the Phantom Thieves, aka the Amamiya family. Some of it gets pretty outrageous and hard to believe if I didn't know my family are pretty bad at lying. I hope this was a sufficient introduction. I can't wait to make more blog posts!

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In the silent tower

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Written for HSB short stories prompts.

Prompt: "Can you hear me?" Word Count: 50-500 Genre: any Characters: any Setting: any

This is set when Tim is Robin!

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“Oracle, can you hear me?”

She switches her commends so her comm goes to Robin.

“Loud and clear, what’s up?”

“Can you hear me?”

She double checks her settings. Everything is fine. “Yes,” she repeats, a little louder. “I can hear you.”

“All channels, can anybody hear me?”

Barbara swallows. “I hear you,” she repeats uselessly. “I hear you, kid.”

“Please, can anyone hear me?”

Her comms cracks to life to a familiar voice. “I’m heading toward his location,” says Nightwing.

“Understood,” she says, professional. She bites back a “hurry up,” because Dick knows. They all know. They are not going to lose another Robin. Nightwing will be on time. She won’t accept the alternative.

She tries to get feeds from the cameras on Robin’s location, only to come back empty handed.

“Can you hear me?” comes Tim’s voice again.

She bites her lip hard enough to draw blood. The clocktower suddenly feels suffocating.

“I’m here,” she says. “I can hear you.”

-

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always | m.v.

synopsis: in which you're always there to comfort him

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Max got hate.

It was a known fact, but one you vehemently despised. It broke your heart seeing the comments on posts, hearing what people thought of your boyfriend and what things they had to say about him. 

Everyone hated people when they were at their best, they loved dragging them through the mud. Max had started getting a lot of hate after winning his second World Champion title. Due to the fact that he always stated that he didn't care about anyone's opinion of him, it only added to the fuel of hate already coming in.

The biggest amount of hate came swirling in after he had won his third World Championship. Max had absolutely dominated the 2023 season, rendering it obvious that he would be the one ending up winning the Championship once again. 

As amazing as that was, the fans didn't seem to share the same thoughts. They started spreading hate that Max was taking all the fun out of the sport, that the races had become predictable and a lot of fans had given up watching because they had got sick of seeing Max win all the time. It broke your heart when you would see the toll it would have on your boyfriend.

The night after you guys celebrated in style in the clubs of Qatar, the mood dropped when you guys made it back to the hotel and Max finally opened his phone.

You had been taking your make-up off, starting on your night skincare routine, while Max settled on changing out of his clothes and getting into bed.

"Max?" you called out, the silence coming from the room being unusual for your boyfriend. He was always one to talk about everything and anything while you did your skincare, knowing you would get bored otherwise.

No response.

It made you slightly suspicious, but you let it go for the moment, figuring he had just fallen asleep.

Finishing up, you dried your hands and tied your hair in a loose ponytail before exiting the bathroom. You, however, were not prepared for the sight that met your eyes.

Max was sitting at the edge of the bed, silently sobbing in his hands, his phone discarded on the floor by his feet. You immediately sat down next to him, enveloping him in your arms.

"Shh, it's okay. I'm here, you're okay" you cooed in his ear, rubbing soothing circles on his back and whispering sweet nothings in his ear.

His sobs were wrecking his body, his tears soaking up your shirt. He was holding onto you tightly, afraid that you would just vanish in thin air if he let go of you for even a second. You didn't know what had brought this on, Max had never been one to cry or let what others said about him affect him. 

His sobs slowly started dissipating and turning into little sniffles after a while, his body now void of any tension, slumped against your own tiredly.

"Do you want to talk about it?" your voice was soft, your hands still caressing his soft hair and his back. 

He was silent for a moment, so you didn't press any further. You didn't want to make him feel obligated to talk about what was bothering him if he didn't want to.

"They all hate me" he spoke up, making your eyebrows furrow.

"Who hates you?" you questioned, still keeping up your soothing motions.

"The fans. They all hate me because I've come first this season. They're all saying they hate the sport because of me and that I never give anyone else a chance and it-s getting boring. It's not my fault that I win, I just do it because I like it" he confessed, sniffling before straightening up and pulling away from you.

You shook your head, watching him as he picked up his phone from off the ground. He unlocked it and glanced at it for a second before handing it to you.

"He's taking all the fun out of the sport, I gave up watching it because of him"

"He should honestly just give up and make some room for other people. Nobody likes him winning all the time"

"He's definitely cheating, there is no way someone is that dominant compared to all the other drivers. Does Red Bull honestly want us to believe he's winning on pure talent and with a good car? Not buying it"

"Max should go and kill himself, nobody wants him in this sport anymore. It was fun at first, but now it's making me hate even hearing about Formula 1"

The comments made your heart break little by little. You couldn't understand how people could be so cruel, how they could hate on someone so dedicated and talented, judging him for anything he did.

"Oh, baby. None of those things are true, Max" you said to him while cupping his face, but he shook his head and looked down.

"It is, they're right. Maybe I should just retire and stop racing, that way everything could go back to normal" he shrugged, but the idea sounded ridiculous to you.

"Baby, listen to me. Those people have no idea what they're talking about. They have no idea how much work you put in during the whole year to be able to drive the car. Nobody knows how much pressure you're under, they have no idea. Baby, you've worked so hard to get here and it's finally paying off. You're so talented, so driven and so dedicated to this sport, your wins and titles are just the fruit of your labor. Don't let people tear you down just because they're frustrated and have no idea what they're talking about" a new wave of tears started falling from his eyes and down his cheek, but he was smiling at you this time.

"I don't deserve you" he whispered, hugging you and burying his head into the crook of your neck. 

"You deserve me and everything that you have achieved. I love you, and I am proud of you. Next time you're feeling like this, please come to me. I hate seeing you cry over this" you felt him nod, which brought small relief to your heart.

"I love you too. Thank you for always being here for me, I don't know how I would be able to cope with everything if it wasn't for you" he replied, leaving small kisses on your neck.

"You're never going to have to know what it's like without me. I never plan to leave" you reassured him, giving him a squeeze.

You couldn't even begin to thank your lucky stars for giving you such a perfect boyfriend, someone you were sure you were going to love for the rest of your life.

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Batfamily Week 2023 day 7: Time Travel | Reunions | “In theory, it was a good plan.”

Summary

“You’re the one responsible.”

“What do you mean? I just make up stories. I’m not responsible for anything.”

“You’re underselling yourself.” She held her hand out. “Barbara Gordon. I’m one of your stories.”

The elevator dinged.

“After you,” the other woman said.

“Thank you.” Barbara smiled as she rolled out into the beige hall with a dark green carpet, passing the apartments.

46A. 46B. 46C.

She put her address book back in her purse and wiped her sweaty palms on her sweater. She took a deep breath. 

You got this. 

But this was different. There were no weapons or booby traps behind the door. No villains to fight or skeptical heroes to persuade into an allyship. Not even a haphazardly abandoned crime scene to walk in on.

And that was almost more terrifying.

Not wanting to waste another second, she knocked on the door.

“In a second!”

The doorframe looked pretty beaten up. Cat claw marks ran down the light of the light chestnut wood, while along the top, droplets of beige paint hid behind a spider’s web. The doorknob is smudged with fingerprints and she could smell something savory simmering inside.

The door swung open. 

Barbara expected as much, but seeing the person in front of her now, they looked so disconcertingly average.

“Can I help you?” they asked. 

“I’d like to talk.” Barbara pulled a stack of books out of her bag. “Specifically about this.”

“I’m not following. Are you trying to sell me something?”

“You’re the one responsible.”

“What do you mean? I just make up stories. I’m not responsible for anything.”

“You’re underselling yourself.” She held her hand out. “Barbara Gordon. I’m one of your stories.” 

The writer glanced at the comic books. “No you’re not.”

“How can I prove it to you?”

The writer looked like they were wracking their brain for what to ask. Anything about her life was transcribed somewhere to read. Any off-the-books answers could be easily bluffed. And it wasn’t as though she was a make-believe creature—anyone could have red hair, glasses, and a wheelchair. 

“You’ll just have to take my word for it,” Barbara said. 

They gestured awkwardly. “Um… do you wanna come in?”

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A Bedtime Message

Summary: Jake has been busy with international schedules, and while you’re in Korea he can barely get time to talk to you during the day. So he tries to leave you videos talking about his day.

Notes: Idol!Jake x nb!reader, Fluff, Video messages

You just finished your shower and face care from another day of work. You always hated going to work but knew at the end of every day you’d get a new message. Your boyfriend, Jake, set his messages so you would always receive his messages right before bed. So you can hear his voice just before bed.

You crawled into bed, getting comfortable under the blankets and arranging your pillows as your phone chimed. You scooped it up in an instant to see Jake’s face as your lock screen lit up your dark room. It was a picture he’d taken while on a beach somewhere, you weren’t sure which beach but you told him we were forbidden from posting it online so you could have your own private picture of him. Jake loved the idea so he’d sent too many pictures to choose from, but this one was special because the sun hit his face just perfectly.

You opened today’s message and the video started to play.

Jake looked radiant as usual through your phone screen, sitting in another hotel room with a warm look on his face.

“Hey, Love.” He said. His voice was smooth and soft and listening to it made you miss him even more. Sometimes he’d pretend it's actually like a video call, leaving a pause in between some places for you to speak to him.

“Hi Jake,” you whispered back. 

“Today was a really busy day, just like usual, but check out the food I just got from room service!” Jake panned the camera down to show a dinner spread. A steak dinner with rice and gravy and veggies. “I have no idea how much it costs,” he cut the steak and took a bite. “But this is still nowhere near as good as your food.”

You watched Jake set the camera back up on himself and he ate a few bites of his food, occasionally looking up at you and shaking the hair out of his eyes. 

“Oh…” He sounded sad. “Another stressful day at work. I know it sucks, but I’m so proud of you for always working so hard, I’ll become your house husband at the rate you’re making money.” He chuckled. He fixed the folds in his shirt and leaned close to the camera, turning it on its side so it could be like he was lying down next to you. You’d told him one time that you watch the videos in bed, so it seemed like he was trying to make you feel like he was there as much as possible. 

“Anyways, so what I did today!” He beamed at the thought of what he’d done that day. “We woke up so early! Like 5 a.m.! Ni-ki and Heeseung still made us late–Heeseung is actually my roommate for this part of the trip but he’s letting me talk to you alone. Anyways! We woke up super early to get to a photo shoot location and were there for about three hours. I fell asleep for most of the ride and the shoot, so I didn’t manage to get any photos to give you in the outfit they gave us…” Jake scratched the back of his head and got quiet.

You spoke to him, “It’s okay. I know you’re busy…”

He timed it perfectly and smiled brightly right when you answered. “Really, you’re not that mad? I promise I’ll bring a souvenir from this place too! LA is so beautiful and warm, we should go here when we have a vacation! I’ll buy you whatever you want and take you to the beach!”

You giggled at seeing him so excited, you hugged the body pillow next to you tight imagining it was him lying in your arms.

He laughed with you. “What next…? Right! After the photoshoot, the guys and I went to a fan event. A pop-up where we could talk to fans and get gifts, some gave me some cool treats to bring home so I’ll hide them from Sunoo and bring them home to you to have.”

“That sounds great. I’d love to try them.” You said to him, tears running across your face and onto your sheets.

There’s a knock on the door in Jake’s video. “Y-yes?” Jake called as he looked at the door.

You heard some noises and then Heesung spoke, “Jake, the manager is saying we gotta go to bed. I’m sorry bro, I stalled as long as I can…” 

Jake sank into his chair. “But I haven’t finished telling them everything we did today.”

Heeseung walked into the frame and put his hand on Jake’s shoulder. “I know, we’re still busy for two more weeks before we fly back to Korea.” Heeseung leans down to look at the camera, “I’m sorry y/n, we both have to go to bed now, I hope you don’t hate us too much.” 

Jake played with the fork on his plate. “I didn’t even get to finish eating.”

You and Heeseung spoke at the same time, “Then you shouldn’t have ordered it so late if you knew that you would have to go to bed early!”

You laughed thinking how similar you and Heeseung must sound to Jake, always nagging at him for being too careless or goofy. But it also made you feel happy knowing that Heeseung was taking good care of him for you.

Jake turned the camera upright again, with a pout on his lips. “I’m sorry y/n… I promise tomorrow’s video will be twice as long as normal to pay back the time I missed tonight.” Jake paused, you could see him fighting tears. “I love you so much. I’ll be back home before you know it, and then you’ll have to catch me up on everything, okay?” Jake leaned forward and kissed the camera. He waved one more time before turning off the camera with a soft but sad smile.

You put your phone on its charger and rolled over in bed. “I hope tomorrow gets here faster…”

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To New Beginnings

The party was already in full swing by the time Dick gathered enough courage to talk to Barbara. He asked her if they could talk in a less crowded area and she had agreed.

“So...” he hesitated.

“We lived Boy Wonder.”

“Yeah, but we also died so..."

“Til death do us part.” Her eyes narrowed. “I’d say we were parted.”

He winced, remembering the pixie boots, the shorts, and her last words as she bled out before he too was killed.

“But,” she gave him a tentative smile. “We could try again?”

He grinned back at her.

To new beginnings.

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