#paramedic superman

[xoxoladyaz]

You're My Heaven, Angel (Paramedic Steve x Rockstar Eddie) - Part 2

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 (Coming Soon)

AN: I just wanted to say a quick THANK YOU to everyone who has been so kind and so supportive of Part 1! I hear you and I, too, want to create a whole series based around this idea. It's a lot of pressure following-up something that's so beloved, but I'm going to give it my best!

Robin must secretly hate Steve.

She must be the most incredible actress in the entire world. She must be the most prolific conman that’s in the business of conman-ing people or whatever. She must have made a blood oath with an elder god during a full moon that no matter how many days or weeks or months or years it took, she would one day make Steve Harrington’s life absolutely miserable. There’s no other reasonable explanation for why she insists on taking the scenic route to Eddie’s room - a scenic route which adds on two additional minutes of travel time instead of heading straight down the hallway (which maybe adds forty seconds tops). 

A route which means Steve has to bear two additional minutes of Eddie loudly introducing him to every single doctor, nurse, patient or family member that they come across on the way to his suite. Never mind that Steve’s worked with most of these doctors and nurses for years now, never mind that he actually goes to Sharla’s poker group when he has Thursdays off with the other fifty-something moms on staff (which Robin never ceases to find absolutely hilarious); no, Eddie is all smiles and arm flourishes, loudly – too loudly – proclaiming that they are now in the presence of his angel, his baby, his angel baby, the love of his life, the apple of his eye, his amor, his partner, his husband – 

“Congratulations, Steve! I didn’t know you got married!” Sue laughs as the entire production passes by. 

“Yeah, yeah,” Steve rolls his eyes. Eddie blows her a noisy kiss before clearing his throat. He takes a deep breath, and – 

“I’M GETTING MARRIED IN THE MORNING - ”

“Robin, he’s singing again!”

“I know, dingus, I can hear him.”

“DING DONG, THE BELLS ARE GONNA CHIIIIIMMMEEEEEEEE - ”

Steve turns back, risking a glare at Robin mid-step. “Remind me why we’re going the long way around?”

Robin snorts out a laugh, shit-eating grin firmly in place. “Come on, Stevie, we all need the exercise.”

“ – GET ME TO THE CHURCH ON TIMMMMMEEEE – Stevie? Stevie,” Eddie turns and sighs at Steve and okay, Steve can’t tell if Eddie’s eyes are super dilated because of the probable head trauma or if there’s a weird reflection from the fluorescents, but his eyes are, like, legit sparkling up at him. “Steeeeeevieeeee - ”

“Yep, I’m still here.” Eddie grins, flopping to the side so that their joined hands are resting up against his head. He sighs happily, his feet wiggling under the shock blanket, and it’s not cute Steve stop thinking it’s cute – 

“Steve!” He pulls his eyes away just as the gurney comes to a stop in front of Brenda, one of the intake nurses currently on shift. Brenda’s blonde and cute and ethically non-monogamous, but Steve is more of a one and done sort of guy. That doesn’t mean they don’t flirt like crazy anytime they bump into each other, though. (Hey, he’s gotta stay in shape somehow.)

“Looking good today. Is that a new shirt?” She asks with a smirk, her eyes running over his biceps. (It’s not a new shirt, Robin just ran it through the dryer, so it shrunk. Really, he should have gotten rid of it, but it makes his biceps look amazing.)

“Nah, it’s - ”

He has a line. He has a great line. But as soon as he opens his mouth to speak it, he’s cut off by a very loud hissing sound coming from his left and – 

Yep, it’s Eddie. Eddie, who’s glaring at Brenda like they’re mortal enemies. Seriously, it’s a good thing he doesn’t have laser eyes like that one superhero guy because if he did, Brenda would be at risk of getting too tan.

“MINE!” Eddie snaps at the end of his hiss and then, all while still maintaining eye contact with Brenda, he yanks Steve’s hand to his mouth and licks it. And not, like, a gentle lick that you’d get from a puppy. No, Eddie licks his hand like he’s trying to give Steve a tongue bath.

(His first instinct should be to pull away, but instead all Steve can think about it Eddie giving him an actual full body tongue bath - )

“Dude!” Steve exclaims when he does finally pull his hand away. (He hears Robin snort under her breath, clearly having caught onto the fact that his brain broke at the whole licking thing and shit, now he’s thinking about it again - )

“No, MINE!” Eddie growls, and Steve barely has a chance to wipe his hand on his pants before Eddie is grabbing it back, clutching it between both of his hands like it’s his special or something. (Special, was that the word that the guy used? The little creepy guy in that one movie? He needs to text Dustin and ask.)

“Aww, I’m glad to see you’ve finally met someone!” Brenda teases.

“Uh, yeah,” Steve replies distractedly, trying (and failing) to shake one of Eddie’s hands off of his hand because now that they’re actually at his suite, he’s going to need them. “Brenda, this is - ”

“The concussion patient from Lollapalooza, Sarah clued me in,” Brenda says, snapping her gum. “Eddie, right?”

Eddie pauses from wrestling with Steve to sniff at Brenda and honestly, as someone who spent way too much time at country clubs as a child because of his parents, Eddie has the whole I’m-better-than-you-you-poor-person-wearing-Adidas expression locked down. “That’s Mister Eddie to you, Briony.”

Briony? “Who’s Briony?”

Robin kicks the gurney forward with an eye roll and suddenly they’re moving into the suite. “Don’t worry your pretty little head about it, dingus.”

Eddie finally manages to tear his eyes away from Brenda. He perks his head up at Steve and once Steve’s face is in his line of sight his expression softens, the sparkles coming back in full force. “And it’s such a pretty head, baby.”

Such a pretty head SUCH A PRETTY HEAD – 

“I’ll show you – ow, Robin, seriously?” Steve yelps at Robin’s pinch.

“Stop being horny and help me get him on the bed.”

“I’m - ”

“Don’t listen to her baby, please, please stay horny, and lose the shirt while you’re at it!” Eddie sits up and starts frantically grasping at Steve’s sleeves. “Christ almighty, these arms, arms of heaven, arms of an angel - ” 

“Steve!” Robin barks and shit, he needs to focus. He takes advantage of the fact that Eddie let go of his hand to grab at his shirt and darts down to the other end of the gurney. They lift on a count of three, placing Eddie onto the bed and kicking the wheeled cart out of the way. (Eddie makes a loud WHEEEEEEEEE sound and then immediately goes back to demanding that Steve get naked.) Sarah, who’s followed the procession the entire time, grabs the empty cart and wheels it out of the room just as Brenda steps in.

“Well then, Eddie, let’s get started on intake,” Brenda nods, bringing out her iPad. “Are you ready to answer a few questions?”

“No.”

Robin groans and steps to the side, energetically fluffing and reorganizing Eddie’s pillows so he’s seated up. Somehow Eddie is able to lean around Robin’s wide-armed movements and fix Brenda with yet another piercing glare.

Brenda shoots Steve a look before nodding her head at Eddie.

Right.

“Hey, uh, Eddie, we really need to ask you a few questions - ”

“Hand!” Eddie snaps to look at Steve and sticks his hand towards him. He wiggles his fingers a few times before making a grabby motion. “Hand!”

It’s not cute. It’s totally not cute.

Steve sighs but walks back around from the foot of the bed and places his hand gently in Eddie’s. Eddie links their fingers and squeezes tightly. “Uh, how about now, is now okay to ask a few questions?”

Huffing, Eddie looks at their fingers for a few moments before looking upwards at Steve. Their eyes meet and he grins. “Hi angel,” he lets out a pleased sigh. “I missed you.”

Don’t say it don’t say it DON’T SAY IT - 

“I missed you too, Eds.” 

FUCK.

“Awwwww, my little schmoopers are being all schmoopy-moopy!” Robin sings in her best baby voice. (That’s it, he’s eating the rest of the Chunky Monkey.)

“I’m eating the rest of the Chunky Monkey.”

“Uh, like fuck you are.”

“I'd rather have you eat me,” he hears Eddie whisper and yeah, okay, that’s one he’s just going to choose to ignore for the sake of what little sanity he has left.

“Right, okay,” he hears Brenda try to get things back on track. “About those intake questions - ”

“Oh, don’t worry Nurse Brenda,” the lilting voice of Dr. Suzie Henderson floats into the room. “I can take it from here.”

Steve turns just in time to see Suzie strut into the emergency suite. She shoots Brenda a grateful nod and Brenda, with one last wink to Steve, hands her iPad off to Suzie and heads out of the room. 

“Bye Steve!”

“Bye Brenda.”

“Yeah, bye Brittany!”

Suzie has the best laugh in the world, and she lets it fly on her walk over. “Hey Steve,” Suzie grins at him as she makes her way towards the foot of Eddie’s bed. “How are things going today?”

“Oh, good,” Steve replies quickly before turning to look at Eddie. “Eddie, this is Doctor Suzie Henderson, she’s my sister-in-law.”

Eddie slowly scooches his butt backwards so he’s sitting up more. “No, she’s our sister-in-law,” he huffs before turning and smiling at Suzie. “Hey sis!” 

“And you must be Eddie! I heard you were thinking about marrying into the family.” She lets out a quick giggle at those words but then clears her throat and throws her shoulders back. “Well, if you are serious about joining our Steve in holy – or unholy – matrimony - ”

“Fuck yeah,” he hears Eddie whisper.

“ – then I’m going to need you to answer a few questions.”

“Proceed, milady.” Eddie starts gently caressing Steve’s hand with his fingers. Steve shoots a look at Robin, who makes exaggeratedly sappy faces while glancing between Steve and their intertwined fingers.

(Forget the Chunky Monkey, he’s eating all of the ice cream they have left tonight.)

“Full name?”

“Edward Anthony Munson.”

“Age?”

“Thirty-one.”

“Name of your emergency contact?”

“Oh, that would be Uncle Wayne and Chrissy! Baby, you’re going to love Wayne,” Eddie says, turning to gaze lovingly up at Steve. “And he’s going to love you! Not as much as I love you though, that’s impossible.”

(Steve’s pretty sure that Bambi eyes here is the impossible one.)

“Great, is Wayne and Chrissy’s contact information in your medical file?”

“Uh huh,” Eddie replies dreamily, still gazing at Steve. 

“Okay, speaking of your file,” Suzie taps at her iPad, “any major events in your medical history that we should know about?”

“Hmmm?” 

He can feel it on his face, he can feel his stupid grin on his stupid face, but he chooses to instead focus on helping Eddie pay attention. “She wants to know if there’s major health events in your past that we need to know about, Bambi.”

“Bambi?”

“BAMBI?!” Robin squeaks after Eddie.

Shit shit SHIT -

“I mean - ”

“Bambi,” Eddie hums, blinking rapidly as he slumps back against his pillows. Once he's settled, he tosses his free hand across his forehead and moans happily. “He loves me. He loves me, he loves me, HE LOVES MEEEEEE - ”

Don’t blush DO NOT BLUSH BODY STOP BLUSHING

“Oh my god that was amazing, I have literally never seen you this red, you look like an actual tomato. Oh my god, I have to tell Nance, like, now.”

“Right, yes, okay Bambi,” Suzie interrupts with a snicker, “like Steve said, is there anything we need to know?”

“Well, we’re in love,” Eddie sighs, pressing a quick kiss to the top of Stevie’s hand. “I think I’m still a little high but it’s only weed, I’ve definitely stopped doing cocaine since, like, five months ago. No need to worry about that, angel,” Eddie pats the top of Steve’s hand.

“Yeah, no, I definitely won’t worry about that.” (He’s definitely going to worry about that.)

“Well, thank you for your honesty, Eddie. I’m going to take a closer look at your files once we get them just to get a better picture of your overall health before we run our tests. Now, second set of questions,” Suzie loudly taps and drags a new window on her tablet open. “What is your annual income?”

(Huh. That’s weird. Steve’s doesn't think he's ever heard any of the nurses ask that question before.)

Eddie snorts out a laugh. “God, I make so much money. A fucking stupid amount of money.”

“You have something in way of a retirement plan then?”

“Doc, I could retire for, like, the next five hundred million years.”

Susie hums as she makes a note. “Do you have anything against sharing resources with your romantic partner?”

(Okay, Steve definitely hasn't heard anyone else ask these questions before.)

“Nah!” Eddie scoffs before gently tugging on Steve’s hand to get his attention. “You’ll be the hottest trophy wife, babe. Do you have an apron? I’m going to buy you an apron.”

“And what are your feelings on children?”

“Kids? I love kids. Is he good with kids? I bet he’s good with kids,” Eddie rushes out. “Fuck, you’re going to look so hot pregnant, baby.”

Robin makes a loud barfing noise which Suzie naturally ignores. “What exactly are you looking for in a relationship?”

“Suzie - ”

“Him! My angel,” Eddie slumps to the side so he’s leaning up against Steve’s hip. “I want to wrap him up in a warm towel and keep him forever and make sweet, sweet love to him under the - ”

“OKAY, next question please,” Robin loudly cuts him off.

“So what you’re saying is you’re looking for a committed relationship with Steve,” Suzie ignores Robin's dramatics. “Are you prepared for lifelong monogamy?”

“Absolutely.”

“Suz - ”

“And you’ll work every day to be deserving of Steve?”

“For the rest of my life,” Eddie proclaims and fuck, he actually sounds serious. He actually looks serious too.

Huh.

Suzie quietly observes him for a moment before her face relaxes into a warm smile. “I believe you. Now, dealbreakers. What are your opinions on outdoor weddings? Steve gets scared in churches.”

“What?!” Eddie gasps, snapping back to Steve.

“SUZ – what, no, I’m not afraid of churches - ”

“Uh yeah you are, you said that every time you visit one you get nightmares about being sacrificed on an altar,” Robin chimes in.

“Gee, thanks, Robin.”

“Baby, baby, don’t worry, I’d never let them sacrifice you,” Eddie tries to comfort Steve, but everything that’s happened in the last thirty seconds – hell, the last thirty minutes – is starting to finally sink in and yeah, okay, there’s an obscenely hot and rich and famous rockstar telling Steve that he loves him and sure, he’s partially concussed but the joke isn’t ending, he’s acting like he’s serious and they’ve only exchanged like maybe twenty words total but he’s acting like this is actually happening and what if it actually could – 

“Shoot, we’re going to have to wrap it up here, loverboy,” Robin waylays his runaway thoughts as her beeper goes off. “We’ve got a fainter with a broken nose."

“Okay, okay.” Steve shakes his head and tries to gently extract his hand from Eddie’s grasp but Eddie lurches at the feeling of Steve moving his hands and whines, digging his finger into Steve’s hand.

“Eddie, I’m sorry, but I’ve got to get back to work.”

“But – no, angel, please,” he blubbers before turning his eyes on Steve and –

Oh.

Oh no.

They’re even bigger and shinier when he’s crying.

“I’m sorry, Bambi,” he replies totally deliberately, “but I’ve got to go finish my shift. I’ll come back when I’m done, okay?”

Eddie sniffles, rubbing his eyes with his free hand. “Promise?”

“Promise.”

“Okay,” he whimpers sadly, and – look, this joke isn't really joking anymore so if Eddie's gonna go all the way, he might as well go all the way too.

He leans forward and presses a quick kiss to the top of Eddie’s head. “Be good for Suzie, okay?” As he draws back, he glances back down at Eddie. Eddie is blinking dazedly at Steve, all glassy-eyed and rosy.

“Wow,” Eddie whispers, and while the smile that appears on his face is small, it’s the warmest one Steve has seen yet. “Whatever you say, baby.”

“Right, right.” Steve nods and then pivots, making a hasty retreat out of the room.

“Later, Bambi,” Robin sings behind him, and then she’s quick on Steve’s heels. The hall’s crowded, though, so they aren’t fast enough to escape the start of Suzie and Eddie’s conversation. 

(“So, outdoor wedding? Maybe in spring?”

“Can it be in Hobbiton?”

“Uh, it better be in Hobbiton!”)

“I’m kinda surprised to see you staking your claim already, dingus,” Robin says, thrusting the portable gurney mat into Steve’s arms as they walk. “I was worried I’d have to make you.”

“I shouldn't have done that. I mean, he’s a patient, Robin!”

“Not anymore, he’s not!” Robin gently bumps his hip. “He's not your patient anymore so now we need to start planning your next move. I mean, he’s obviously going to say yes when you ask him out, but it still needs to be smooth.”

“What – I’m Steve Harrington, I’m always smooth.”

Robin is purposely silent.

“Okay, first of all, rude,” he says after giving her plenty of time to politely agree. “Second of all, even if I did decide to make a move, there actually isn’t a guarantee he’d say yes. Even if he wasn't just doing this because he's heavily concussed, I’ve hardly talked to the guy!”

“I know, he has no idea how much of a dork you are, it’s great.”

Steve offers Robin a hand as he climbs into the ambulance. (Not without shooting her a look once they're both seated, of course because again, rude.) 

Robin shrugs Steve's frown off. “Look, dingus, I know you think that you have all these great lines or whatever - ”

“Uh, I don’t think, I do have them - ”

“ – but they’re, like, obviously lines. Whatever you say to him has to be more real. He needs to know that if he says yes, he’s going to be going on a date with a guy that has the ooiest, gooiest, squishiest little itty bitty heart!” She squeezes her hands together like she’s holding Steve’s heart in her hands (which definitely isn’t concerning given the fact that she’s technically a medical professional who knows just how vulnerable that particular organ is.)

“Robs - ”

“ITTY BITTY!” She kisses the tips of her fingers. “And that’s why we gotta plan, doinkus. Edward Anthony Munson needs to be constantly conscious of the fact that he’s dating the best guy on the entire planet because you are, Steve, you are the best guy on Earth and you deserve a Prince Charming even though the Prince Charming archetype is totally outdated and part of a patriarchal initiative to establish systematic gender dynamics - ”

Well, shucks. Maybe Robin doesn’t hate him after all.

“ - doesn't exist, its still what you deserve. But more importantly than that, if Eddie does start dating you, then I have a better shot of getting him to introduce me to Chris Hemsworth.”

“Chris Hemsworth?"

“Uh, yeah.”

"Chris Hemsworth - Chris Hemsworth? Out of every famous person Eddie could hypothetically introduce you to, you'd want to meet Chris Hemsworth?"

"Well, yeah," Robin takes a brief sip of her water before shooting Steve a playful smirk. “I mean, as great as you are, I wouldn't be opposed to upgrading my emotional support himbo.”

Never mind, she’s evil incarnate.

(And she’s going to be out of Chunky Monkey in about five hours.)

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[justherebecause15]

I love superbat as much as the next person but LISTEN, I am here to tell you why bridal carry fics could have been SO MUCH FUNNIER.

When someone is hurt but is incapable of walking, there are two carries that are medically... approved shall we say. (there's more but these are the funniest to me k)

I call it the wheelbarrow, typically 2-3 people carrying the injured

2. the fireman

Now, I won't tell you w h a t to imagine, but imagine Bruce, liking Clark, getting injured, wanting Clark to fly him home but Diana's just like WAIT NOT THATS NOT RIGHT HERE THIS IS HOW YOU DO IT and she makes them carry Bruce as #1. Or, Bruce getting hurt and CLARK wanting to fly him home cause it's oh so romantic but clark picks him up and Bruce just starts SCREAMING because that's NOT THE PROPER WAY I COULD DIE LIKE THAT CLARK and making him hold him like #2

[nekochan4eva]

This is the type of people Superman was raised by. 🧑🏻‍🌾👩🏼‍🌾

[tossawary]

Watching some of "My Adventures with Superman" for the first time (first three episodes). It's cute. There are some things about it that I like a lot, some things that annoy me because I'm picky, and a few elements here and there that I think I genuinely dislike personally.

But currently, I'm mostly laughing over the fact that this show is apparently sooooo eager to establish and develop a shadowy evil government organization (to be fair-ish to them, they only have 10 episodes to do their story, but I'm of the opinion that Amanda Waller is NOT a Season 1 villain no matter how you write it) that they forgot(?) to, like, establish a normal local municipal government for Metropolis first as a counter-element to fill out the world and define the city's vibes. (They had a bit of an "empty city" background problem in episodes 1 and 2. Episode 3 was a little better.)

No paramedics, no firefighters, no cops, no mayoral office, no Commissioner Gordon-like "everyday heroes" background characters yet for Metropolis, ONLY one (1) prison warden + guards and Slade Wilson in disguise as a paramedic + two other secret agents as his backup!!! Metropolis is populated by Daily Planet employees, criminals, and secret agents, it seems. It's funny.

[were-wolverine]

selina adopts dick au - details

- bruce and selina are dating when she adopts dick, and continue to date on and off. they get married after bruce adopts jason but still live separately because selina values her independence

- dick and jason (and later tim) have sleepovers all the time when they’re younger

- each of the boys has their own specific cat at Selina’s that they got to name. dick has a calico named Penny, jason has a tabby named Ernest and tim has a tuxedo named Mittens

- babs dick jason and tim went to Gotham Academy together (in this au it’s a K-12)

- babs & dick are best friends that flirt as vigilantes cuz they think it’s funny. they were friends as civilians first before revealing their identities which just made them even closer

- since selina is good friends with Harley & Ivy, and dick doesn’t work with Batman, they are basically dick’s aunties. him and harley do gymnastics together and she teaches him self-defense, ivy helps him with his chemistry homework and they often garden together

(he makes them promise not to hurt Batboy because that’s his little brother!! and so they usually just tie him up and put him in the corner while they deal with Batman lol)

- dick as Stray will often lead Batboy on chases to distract him when Batman fights some of his more ruthless rogues, because he’d rather have jason chase him and some priceless museum artifact than get hurt by a villain. he always lets jason catch him and return the artifacts in the end bc jason doesn’t call the cops on him lol

note: babs becomes Batgirl at 14 about a year after dick becomes Stray. jason (13) becomes Batboy when dick is 16 and babs is 17

- so: babs (17) is Batgirl, dick (16) is Stray and jason (13) is Batboy. tim (10) is not a vigilante but basically lives with dick and selina atp. they all know each other’s identities and go to school together

- babs (18) is shot by the joker about a year into jason (14) being Batboy. she becomes Oracle after teaching herself how to hack

- after graduating she moves to boston and goes to harvard law, but still helps Batman as Oracle

- dick (17) is a senior, jason (14) is a freshman, and tim (11) is in like 6th grade. dick continues to be Stray and jason continues to be Batboy until they graduate

- jason is 15 when he decides not to look for his birth mom (Sheila Haywood) and spends a few months living with selina before returning to the manor (mostly for alfred)

- when babs returns from boston after two years (she graduates early bc she’s a genius like that) she becomes a more permanent presence as Oracle and this is when tim asks to be her apprentice

- dick (19) went to college for a year before dropping out and enrolling in a paramedics program, which he is about halfway through (they take two years in NJ)

- around this time is when dick gives Stray to tim and instead becomes Nightwing (he read about the Kryptonian legend in an interview with Superman by Lois Lane), a vigilante that mainly does detective work and helps injured people instead of fighting criminals

- jason (16) is a junior and plans to leave Batboy behind when he goes to college

- luckily, this is when steph (14) as Spoiler shows up and basically forces Batman to train her. jason thinks she is hilarious and they become good friends. tim (13) is Stray atp and they end up having (another) Batman/Catwoman dynamic as Stray and Spoiler

- tim and steph do date briefly but decide they are better off as friends. the Cats are way less uptight about their identities so steph knows Stray & Nightwing are tim & dick

- dick still lives in Selina’s apartment with her and tim. he briefly dorms at Gotham University for the year he’s there but ultimately moves back (he misses his mom and his little brother and the cats)

- Spoiler helps out Batman when he needs an extra hand but prefers to patrol with Nightwing and be his crime-fighting partner while he helps the victims. they work really well together

- Stray and Spoiler honestly don’t cross paths very often unless they are purposefully hanging out together or both following Nightwing around

- jason helps train steph before he goes off to college and when he does, babs give steph the Batgirl mantle. she works more with Batman after jason leaves but still patrols with NW when she can

- jason goes abroad for college and later talia invites him to the League to be trained and tutored (talia and bruce are exes but ended on good terms. talia and selina are good friends and gossip about bruce). she also appoints him as her son’s bodyguard (she doesn’t mention that Damian is bruce’s… not yet at least)

- jason is also still sent to the All Caste cuz i think he deserves magic swords. in nanda parbat he is trained in martial arts and gets tutors for anything he wants to learn. talia basically adopts him as her own (selina is 100% aware of this and is happy for them, she and jason were never as close as her and dick or tim)

note: i changed this from jason’s original ending bc i wanted to include talia and damian

- tim is sent to boarding school by his dad and for a few months steph steps in as Stray. selina is eventually able to get custody of tim and bring him back to gotham, and he gets Stray back as steph chooses to become Spoiler again

- during the time tim is at boarding school, bruce finds and adopts cass. steph gives her Batgirl so she can sub in as Stray. cass happily takes on the role and loves working alongside bruce

(random side note: selina and talia have def hooked up before and talia calls both selina and bruce ‘beloved’)

timeline/ages

babs (20) is Oracle, dick (19) is Nightwing, jason (16) is Batboy, tim (13) is Stray, and steph (14) is Spoiler

after that we skip a year or two. babs (22) is still Oracle, dick (21) is still Nightwing, jason (18) is off in college, tim (15) is still Stray and steph (16) is Batgirl

the next year jason (19) is with the League, tim (16) is at boarding school, steph (17) is temporarily Stray and cass (18) is Batgirl

[regonold]

The justice league have never really seen phantom fight they knew he was strong he could hold the heaviest buildings up until paramedics got to and injured civilian

But he preferred to be on the search evacuate and rescue parts of missions and they let him because he could get people out quickly and have them not be hurt by debris

However when they finally got to see him fight they weren't expecting how he fought they were expecting something like superman with his super strength punches

Not the feral ravenous attack danny was doing they almost felt bad for the monster and- HOW THE HELL DID HE FIT THAT IN A THERMOS

[viking-raider]

What type of Marshmallow are Henry and the Boys!

Marshall/Sy - Combat Marshmallow; will fight anyone, and everyone, to uphold the law, bring justice to his murder victims and protect the ones he loves. Deep down, he's a sweet, tad grumpy, softie.

August - Dark chocolate coated Marshmallow; he's got that smooth and polished exterior. But biting into him reveals that snap of bittersweet complexity. You know you shouldn't do it. However, you find a surprisingly sweet core, the more of him you have. That he hides behind that barrier of earthy caramel. (ty to @littlefreya for this one)

Geralt - Semi-Toasted Marshmallow; He's been burned and scorned by decades of human cruelty and intolerance, along with being battered by monsters on the Trail. Geralt's not fully burned by the world, surprisingly, he's found its goodness inside Jaskier, Yennefer and Ciri. Insulating the core of his Marshmallow-y soul.

Evan Marshall (No relation, or is there?) - Burnt Marshmallow; he's been hurt. His father prefers his older brother, Victor, over him. Always reminding him that he never served. Even though Evan kept the world safe from a different evil, than Vic did. Seventeen-hour shifts as a paramedic, then hunting the undead, with almost no sleep, it's a wonder Evan isn't all ash. But he still has a little Marshmallow left in him from the fire. Saved by his brother and nephews.

Mike - Chocolate Stuffed Marshmallow; Mike is an idiot of the highest order, but well meaning. Even if he doesn't know what the meaning is. Unless it's sexy time. But in truth, he's full of shit. Good kid though.

Clark - Edge-Burnt Marshmallow; Clark is a sweetheart. He tries to do the right thing. As a Reporter for the Daily Planet, even if Perry never runs the story. Especially as Superman. But sometimes those things come to bite him, to burn him. Like pissing of Batman or dying to Doomsday.

(TBC, if you have any Marshmallow connection ideas! Love to hear them!)

[papyrusxii]

casual - jeon jungkook

synopsis : never could you imagine falling so quickly for someone without his intentions being clear

pairing : jeon jungkook x reader

genre : casual relationship, pining, relationship development

warnings : explicit material, drug and alcohol use, tobacco use, angst

cross posted on ao3 : papyrusxii

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The crisp air and mid-November rain blew completely through you. Standing there soaked, you witnessed the steam rolling off your engulfed apartment building. That apartment building that you worked so hard to afford, that you decorated meticulously, and that held so many of your young adulthood memories. 

Four firetrucks and a hoard of firemen surrounded the building as you and the other tenants watched the flames roar. You sat on the curb of the sidewalk perpendicular to your apartment, swaddled in a thin blanket one of the paramedics gave you. 

Luckily, you hadn’t been in the building when it caught fire; you were just pulling into the parking lot. You tried to pull the wet hair away from your heavy-laden eyes to pull out your phone. 

Not mom. She can’t do anything in another country. 

Ugh… not my brother; he's on vacation.

Oh! Hoseok!

You quickly dialed your best friend, hoping he would be awake. 

“Hello?” He groaned over the phone. “Everything alright? It’s 2 a.m.”

Oh, thank God. “Bless you, beautiful boy." You sighed in relief. “We have a slight issue.” 

You heard him shuffling around in bed. “What’s wrong?” His once-tired voice was now filled with worry. 

“My apartment is in flames.” You giggled as you reflected on the absurdity of the situation. Silence filled the call before Hoseok screamed as the realization set in. “In flames? What the fuck? Are you safe?”

“I appreciate your concern, but I’m okay—just soaked, cold, and mourning my material possessions.” 

He sighed. “I’m glad you’re okay and sorry about all that. How can I help you, love?” 

It was in times like these that you couldn’t be more grateful for Jung Hoseok. He should win an award for every time he saved your ass and gave you a dependable shoulder to lean upon. Why he wasn’t your first thought on who to call was honestly absurd. He was your personal Superman. 

“The cops and firefighters told us all to find a place to stay while they investigate and work out the insurance logistics with the landlord. Now I know you just moved in not even a week ago, but do you think I could stay with you until the dust settles? I’ll pay rent too, and even grocery shopping—I know you hate it.” You smiled, even though he couldn’t see it. 

“Y/n, it’s no problem at all. You are more than welcome here, and don’t even think about paying me. Now get out of the rain and come over immediately.” Hoseok reassured you beyond belief, and suddenly a sense of calmness coaxed you into the middle of the madness. 

“Thank you, Hobi. I’m feeling a bit calmer.” You sighed in relief. 

“Good. Now hurry over. I love you.” 

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Not even twenty minutes had passed, and you were at Hoseok’s door. You had only ever been over the day he moved in, a week ago, to help him unpack. You had barely been acclimated to the new space, adding another wave of nervousness. 

At this hour, the hallway was calm, and you weren’t used to how spotless it was. The hallway of your apartment always had a tinge of grime or business, juxtaposed to the beautiful, almost regal nature of your best friend’s. 

You knocked on the deep blue door gently and readjusted the sack on your back. 

The door cracked slowly, and you grew with anticipation to bask in the comfort of your best friend, only to be greeted by an unfamiliar face. 

Stepping back slightly, you observed the stranger in front of you. A man you had never seen pierced your gaze. His lousy position and bare-bones attire led you to believe he had just woken up. His black hair reached just past the nape of his neck, led askew by the imprints of sleep upon it. He adjusted his oversize white t-shirt and rubbed his eyes before greeting you. 

Your once relaxed manner was replaced with a timid stance. How could you forget he had a freaking roommate? Hoseok informed you before he moved in that his friend had a buddy that was new to the area and also needed an apartment and a roommate to share costs. Your best friend’s and the stranger’s mutual needs led them to room together. You hadn’t met him when you first visited the apartment because he was due to move in later in the week. From what Hoseok told you of the man who stood in front of you, he was tidy, charming, and chill as hell, yet in his presence, you couldn’t help the rising anxiety. 

His eyes trailed down your body, still clothed in your work attire and dirty from the gross fluids that spewed from the hundreds of patients you had seen in the last 12 hours. His face slightly cringed as he eyed the stain on your abdomen: vomit. “Hey.” You broke the odd tension with the stranger. 

“I’m Y/N; I’m not sure if Hoseok told you, but I-” He interrupted, quickly changing his posture to straighten. "Yeah, he told me you’d be staying with us. I’m sorry to hear about your apartment; that’s awful.” He shook his head.

His voice calmed you instantaneously. It’s smooth tone coated you like warm honey and caught your breath. His words chipped away at the unease that plagued your thoughts of the initial meeting, leaving you with more ease to enter the apartment. 

He stepped away from the door and motioned you in. “J is in the bathroom; he’ll be out in a second. You can set your bags on the couch for the time being, and I’ll get you a drink.” His tone remained deep and crunchy in the late hours of the night but lifted when he smiled at you. 

You nodded and sunk into the couch you helped build last week. Good taste, Hobi. 

Your eyes scanned the apartment slowly until your friend’s roommate returned with a bottle of iced tea. “He told me you liked tea.” You looked up at his extended hand and dipped your head in thanks. You didn’t even know his name, and he already knew one of the smallest details about you. 

He sat in the large chair next to the couch and glanced at you as you drank from the bottle. “This is good.” You smiled toward him. He nodded with a small smile in return. “I don’t think I introduced myself properly; I’m Jeon Jungkook.” His name…. 

As he said his name, you recalled Hoseok mentioning it once while he was unpacking, and you felt stupid for forgetting. “That’s right, nice to meet you, Jungkook. Sorry for interrupting your peaceful sleep.” You let out a small chuckle. 

He leaned back in the chair and said, “Don’t worry about it; I wasn’t getting much of it anyway." You raised your eyebrows at his statement but left it alone with an awkward nod. After a moment of silence, Jungkook spoke again: “You work at the hospital, right?” He leaned forward, keeping eye contact. 

“Yeah.” You gulped. “Sorry about these awful scrubs; it was a rough night.” You dipped your head. 

“Stop apologizing.” He laughed. “You had a long and stressful night; I couldn’t even imagine. You’re more than welcome here, and I’m sure you need a second to even catch your breath.” 

Wow. How could a stranger’s words be so comforting? 

Maybe it was the stress of the situation that allowed you to cling so easily to his kind words, but you appreciated them more than he could understand. “Thank you. Yeah, I could really use a moment of peace.” You laughed. 

“You deserve it.” You smiled at his words as he leaned back, closing his eyelids. 

You heard a door open from behind you, and you turned your head over the back of the couch to see your best friend. He was shirtless and wearing a pair of pajama pants. He decided to jump over the back of the couch and on top of you. He pinned your body to the gray cushions and tightened his grip. Your breath compressed as he squeezed. 

You saw Jungkook stifle a laugh out of the corner of your eye upon you and your best friend’s exchange. 

He finally lifted himself from you and pulled you across his chest. “Hey, Y/n.” You smiled in the safety of his arms. Oh, you loved him. Your best friend was yet again raising your comfort level with his gesture of affection. 

“Thank you for letting her in.” He directed it to his roommate. 

“No problem.” He opened his eyes and winked. You didn’t like how that wink made your breath catch again in his presence. “She’s been keeping me company.” He smiled. 

Hoseok nodded. “She’s amazing, isn’t she?” You rolled your eyes and smacked his bare chest. 

“Stop, Hobi. The “amazing title��� should go to you both for waking up at 3 a.m. to welcome me.” You sighed again as you reflected on your situation. You really couldn’t believe your apartment was gone. It was the first big thing you had purchased on your own, and it showed your hard work was paying off. Now it was all gone. 

Jungkook realized the shift in your demeanor as you lost yourself in worry. “Hey, why don’t you grab a shower? I’ll get you a towel.” He lifted himself from the chair and disappeared into the hallway. You gave your friend one squeeze and then went to meet Jungkook by the linen closet. 

He pulled a small chain, and the small closet was illuminated. He leaned down to grab you a towel and a washcloth. He arose with them in hand and led you to their bathroom. As you entered the space, you looked over the simple decor. The marble countertop was adorned with two small bags, which you assumed held the toiletries for each of the men. The shower was a tempered glass box that added to the modern simplicity of the room. 

He slid open the shower door, which revealed the different soaps and shampoos on a metal shelf in the corner. “Here are all of our soaps and stuff. Mine are on the top shelf, and Hoseok’s are on the bottom. Feel free to use either, but I will say mine are better quality; you know, Hoseok just buys whatever catches his eye first.” You chuckled as you recall shopping with him once and seeing him pull a kid Spider-Man body wash, claiming “the bubbles made him feel like a kid again.”. 

“Thank you, Jungkook. I really appreciate your kindness.” You smiled at him. 

If you weren’t looking for it, you wouldn’t have caught his ears turning red after you smiled. “No problem; I don’t want my ambiguity to deter you from being at home here.” 

“Don’t worry, you seem pretty cool from what I’ve gathered.” 

“I hope to maintain that impression, Y/n.” He let the biggest grin you’d seen from him thus far grace his lips. His two lip rings caught between his lips, and you noticed his prominent cheeks. “I’ll get you something to wear and then have at it.” He exited. 

Twenty minutes later, you felt beyond refreshed. Jungkook’s lavender shampoo and aloe body wash coaxed you into a feeling of relaxation; you commended the male’s choices. He had fetched a pair of his clothes, which you thanked him for: a pair of basketball shorts and a very large t-shirt that adorned the logo for the Korean national football team. 

You exited the bathroom to see your best friend knocked out on the couch and Jungkook scrolling on his phone in the same spot he was earlier. The man heard you enter the room and looked to see you. “Thank you again for letting me borrow your clothes; you could have just given me Hoseok’s.” You began. 

“He would have slaughtered me if I picked out something he wanted to wear at any point this week.” He chuckled. “That color looks good on you anyway." He nodded to the red shirt that lay over you. You bit your lip and looked to the ceiling, “Thank you.” 

He stood up, “I’m sure you’re tired, and I don’t know what sleeping arrangement you and J discussed, but feel free to sleep in his bed as he’s hogging up the whole couch.” You laughed quietly as you observed the position your friend was in—one leg off the side of the couch and the other nearly to his chest—and using his hands as a pillow. 

“Of course.” You smiled. “Again, thank you for everything; it means the world.”

He put his hand in the pockets of his pants and rocked back, “No problem, get some sleep. It was nice to meet you; I can see why he admires you so much.” 

Jungkook’s compliment just added to your growing impression of the stranger. He offered up a drink, his shower products, and his clothing to someone he’d never met before and who interrupted his night. You couldn’t help but already admire him and his seemingly selfless attributes. “Thank you; sleep well!” 

You disappeared into Hobi’s room and melted into his sheets, no longer reflecting on how awful the events of today had been but now reminiscing on the warm impressions you felt from Jeon Jungkook.

[nitewrighter]

Scoops! (Part 1)

Okay, so this fic is of course mainly taking place in the My Adventures With Superman continuity of Superman, but I also wanted to incorporate some aspects of comics Lois in there as well. It also takes a lot of inspiration from Gene Luen Yang's Batman/Superman: The Archive of Worlds, and I wanted to adapt elements of that comic to My Adventures with Superman. So it's a mish-mash! This is my first time writing for Superman in anything other than a shitpost, so I hope you enjoy!

Read it on AO3 here!

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“Eyes up, Smallville,” Lois was bobbing a little where she stood. She was in yoga tights and a loose cutoff tee that was apparently a souvenir from a monster truck rally called ‘MeTRUCKolis.’ Her wrapped fists were squared up in front of her. Clark loomed before her, his own legs slightly bent, wearing a beat-up white t-shirt and sweats.

Clark adjusted his glasses and took a steadying breath. “Okay,” he said, bringing his arms up.

“Ready?” she asked. He liked that little flash of fierceness in her eyes.

“Mm-hm.”

Bap. Bap. Bap. She had been talking him through proper blocking, and, from what they could observe, Kryptonian nerve endings seemed to follow a lot of the same logic as human ones, and she was always quick to correct his form or stance. Obviously she didn’t have the same hand-to-hand prowess as that skull-helmeted orange and black guy with the swords, but it was still a good opportunity to actually observe the patterns of a proper fighting style rather than be blindsided by a flurry of blows.

Bap.

Watching Lois, blocking her strikes, he could see there was clear logic to her movements: an awareness of space and a conservation of energy that seemed so far beyond him simply because he still had barely a grasp on what he was able to do to begin with. Rolling with the force of the punches was definitely instinctive for him at this point, but he was still trying to parse out how exactly his own invulnerability worked. Frankly, he didn’t really like the current approach of, “Oh, I guess that doesn’t kill me,” but it wasn’t like he was actively trying to lower whatever unconscious mental blocks he had on what probably could be hurting him a lot more if he let it. He could feel the roughness of Lois’s fist wrappings, the warmth of her skin through them, could feel his own flesh yielding, if only slightly, at the impact. He knew she actually packed a significant punch compared to the average person, but she was holding back in her own way. There was the instructive element to it, but caution, as well. After all, how hard would you want to punch someone who not only was your boyfriend, but whom you had also seen make a massive impact crater on concrete?

Bap. Bap.

Lois was a ruddy, flushed mess, but in Clark-vision she was a dewy and glowing warrior goddess, hair sleeked back with her own sweat. They had been at this for the better part of an hour—their training session interrupted only twice by Clark having to rescue several construction workers downtown when an I-Beam’s crane cables snapped loose, and later to fly a little girl and her grandfather to a hospital when the grandfather had a stroke. He had been trying to get better about letting certain things resolve themselves—Metropolis had firefighters, crisis hotlines, and paramedics, after all—but he had also gotten practiced enough with his super-hearing that he had a much stronger grasp on where the location of certain cries for help were coming from—say, if that stroke victim was also in an affordable housing unit.

Bap. Lois’s fist made contact with his left pec.

“Clark, shoulders,” she said for what was definitely more than the tenth time, “And you’re not even trying to evade.”

Clark wasn’t sure how practical evasion was when he was, in fact, significantly wider than her. Her fists were pretty centered on him as a result. He was great at evading while in flight, maybe because momentum was such a strong factor that impact could easily wrest from his control and he didn’t want to make himself into a missile by getting blasted out of the air, but here, in the laundry room basement of Lois’s apartment building, on a mat graciously lent to them by Steve Lombard, in close quarters with a much smaller (but much fiercer) opponent, there wasn’t a lot of space to evade, nor really a strong physical need to. Lois was going in for a hard left hook now.

“I don’t know if this is really working,” said Clark, finally dipping to one side with superhuman speed, sending Lois stumbling forward, but she righted her own momentum and easily pivoted into a back kick.

Careful, Clark instinctively caught her foot before it met his jaw, letting his own hand briefly follow the arc of the kick so she wouldn’t hurt herself with the sudden stop. He stood there, awkwardly holding her by the brightly-colored trainer.

“Okay, now counter,” said Lois.

“Counter?”

“You have my foot. I’m off-balance and vulnerable. Flip me, or something.”

“Lois, I’m not going to flip you.”

“We have a mat!”

“Look,” Clark let her foot go, “I know you mean well with this, but I never really thought of my powers in terms of fighting. I don’t like thinking of my powers in terms of fighting.”

“Well, don’t think about it as fighting, then,” Lois regained her stance and put her hands on her hips, “Think of it as… stopping a fight before it becomes a fight. We both saw that footage, the more you get hit…”

“The more I get hit,” Clark conceded.

“Right, you get discombobulated, and then overwhelmed. And it’s clear even if you can take those hits, that actually taking those hits uses up energy for you. There’s just a lot of surface area like this,” said Lois, splaying her fingers across Clark’s chest.

Clark gulped at the physical contact and Lois caught herself, a drop of sweat hanging on one lick of hair at her temple, and cleared her throat, putting her hands on Clark’s shoulders and guiding them so that he was standing at more of an angle. “You have to give your opponent less of a space to hit. You just keep coming at people fully sheeted forward, it’s no wonder you’re getting shot or laser-blasted in the back all the time.”

“I’d just rather the laser blasts hit me than…”

“Than the other guys shooting at you?”

Clark’s brow went between a furrow and a crinkle and he glanced off. “I mean, they’re less bulletproof.”

“Clark…” Lois started and then a sigh escaped her. It was one of her ‘I worry about you’ sighs but this one was clearly combined with the actual physical exhaustion of punching him for at least 45 minutes. “I’m gonna get some water.”

“Right…” Clark itched at the back of his neck. “How do you know Krav Maga, anyway?”

Lois gave him a kind of sad sidelong glance before taking a long gulp from her steel water bottle and Clark put 2 and 2 together.

“Oh….” he said quietly.

“One of the closest things we got to quality time, me and my dad,” she shrugged, wiping her mouth. A pause passed between the two of them, a silent, mutual acknowledgement that they didn’t have to re-open that can of worms right now. “Honestly I’m out of practice with Krav Maga specifically, though,” Lois added, “These days I just kick box down at Irons Gym twice a week.”

“I’d like to see that,” the words came out of Clark unthinkingly.

A catlike little smile spread on Lois’s lips.

“I uh—I could probably learn a lot more about proper stance and counters and, um, surface area by watching you in action,” Clark added. Were his glasses steaming up?

“Invitation’s open, Smallville,” she said, setting her water bottle down on the washing machine.  She rolled her shoulders. “Okay,” she said, clapping her wrapped palms together, “Obviously this wasn’t as productive as I would have liked, but we can finish off by showing you my ultimate move.”

“Ultimate move?” Clark blinked a little helplessly.

“Did you know you like, almost never use your legs in a fight?” Lois was hopping in place a little, bouncing her weight between her feet, loosening herself up.

“Again, I don’t really think of my powers in terms of—”

“Think fast!” Lois rushed him, launched herself into the air, twisted in mid-air, and caught him around the neck in what would have been a brilliant scissor-leg takedown if… it actually took him down. Instead, he just kind of ended up rolling back to a near-limbo position to account for her momentum, then brought himself back upright. To her credit, she did keep furiously twisting and squeezing and trying to use her own center of gravity against him the entire time he was doing this, and Clark really wasn’t sure if it was the flight or the super-strength doing most of the work in making her ultimate move… not work… but once he was standing up straight again, she slackened with a frustrated groan, leaving her basically dangling off of him by one leg yoked over his neck.

“…I see what you were going for, there,” said Clark after a beat.

“It would have worked,” Lois’s voice was half a grunt from her semi-upside-down angle, “If you weren’t… y’know.”

Clark thought, Lois, you can choke me with your legs any day of the week, before blurting out, “No, I’m sure! It’s a great move!” and then quickly scooping an arm under her, “Uh—here, let me—”

Getting Lois back to an upright standing position from her current entanglement was a bit like wrestling a large fish out of water, but he managed to set her down with her looking only somewhat sulky.

“It really was a great move,” Clark tried to reassure her.

“It’s not that,” said Lois, readjusting her sports bra, (which made Clark quickly glance off, face burning), “I just… wish we had a safe environment for you to actually work on this stuff! Actually get a grasp on what you can do and how… there’s still so much we don’t understand.”

“I know,” said Clark, not wanting to say If I wasn’t what I was, we wouldn’t be spending one of our few days off like this. Even when I’m not Superman-ing everywhere, this is still eating up both our lives.

There was a familiar fanfare message chime and Clark, desperate to break that chain of thought, quickly stepped over to his duffel bag and grabbed his phone, reading the text on the screen. “Oh hey, Jimmy’s finally done with his thing.”

“His ‘thing?’”

“He wouldn’t tell me what it was,” said Clark, putting the phone back in the bag, “But he wants us both to come over and check it out.”

“Well, obviously we can’t go over there all sweaty, Smallville,” said Lois, grinning, “Looks like you’ll have to use my—-”

Clark zipped upstairs in a blur and after about 15 seconds zipped right back down, super-scrubbed clean, in a completely different outfit to account for the cold weather, and hair still slightly damp.

“…Shower,” Lois finished flatly.

“There’s still plenty of hot water left,” said Clark.

“Cool, thanks,” said Lois, not even remotely trying to hide her disappointment.

——

A shower, a change of clothes for Lois, and short tram ride later, they were at Jimmy and Clark’s apartment building.

“So, when’s Jimmy going to use his Flamebird bucks to get a penthouse?” asked Lois, as they both got in the elevator.

“You know he hasn’t really talked about the money that much,” Clark shrugged, “I dunno if he’s still trying to figure out what to do with it, or if he’s just letting the fact settle in, or what. Then five days ago he starts working on this thing and he’s just been kind of hyper-focused and really secretive about it since then.”

“Secretive, huh?” Lois brought a hand to her chin thoughtfully as the elevator dinged open, “Think he’s being mind-controlled or something?”

“Oh no, definitely not,” said Clark as they walked down the hall, “He gets exactly like this when he’s editing one of his longer video essays. I remember this one time back in college when—” Clark suddenly paused and tilted his head, squinting slightly, as he often did when his super-hearing was picking up something unusual.

“Clark?” Lois looked up at him.

“Some kind of… fizzing sound…at the docks…” Clark murmured. He stood stock-still in that hallway for about thirty seconds before straightening his head again and shrugging, continuing down the hall. “Well, it’s gone now.”

“Look at you, not flying off in a panic every time you don’t know exactly what something is,” said Lois, proudly.

“Baby steps,” said Clark, smiling.

The door to Jimmy and Clark’s apartment swung open before either of them could knock.

“Hey Ji—” Lois started.

“You’re here,” said Jimmy, breathlessly, “Come in, come on! Come in!”

Both Clark and Lois were hustled into the apartment, which was noticeably messier than usual with multiple boxes and foam packaging and those weird plastic air bags which never pop as satisfactorily as bubble wrap.

“Online shopping…?” asked Lois and Clark shrugged.

“Nothing so simple!” said Jimmy, clearly over-caffeinated and already across the apartment, forcing Lois and Clark to follow him, “I’ve finally been able to realize my vision!”

There was a mania in Jimmy’s voice that made Clark and Lois exchange glances and wonder if the whole experience with Monsieur Mallah and the Brain had rubbed off on him more than anticipated.

“What vision?” asked Clark, but they had already reached his and Jimmy’s room and Jimmy was bent over his desk.

“Lady and Gentleman,” he said deeply and dramatically, slowly pivoting around, “I give you, the one, the only,” he was holding something a little bigger than a shot put ball, covered with a dish towel, “the state-of-the-art, the one-of-a-kind, next generation in Flamebird content creation,” he whipped the dish towel away to reveal a silvery dome embraced by an incomplete disk, “Scoops!”

Clark and Lois stared at the object in Jimmy’s hand blankly. It seemingly stared back with its indifferent camera lens at the front, flanked by two triangular metal plates.

“S-Scoops…” Jimmy said, as if they should both know what he was talking about.

Clark and Lois looked up from the object to Jimmy, still clueless.

“It’s a news drone,” said Jimmy.

“Ohhhh,” Clark and Lois said at the same time.

“So it’s like… a new camera?” said Lois.

“Camera? Camera?!” Jimmy held Scoops close, aghast, “Scoops is voice-commanded with a learning AI, has a whopping six terabytes of still image, text-by-dictation, or video memory, is VPN secured and encrypted with its own personal cloud, equipped with the latest in hover-mag suspension systems, is synced with an app on my phone, and tops out at 45 miles per hour.”

“Do we also have to call it ‘Scoops’—” Clark started.

“Yes, yes, you do,” said Jimmy.

“Wait—” Lois glanced back at the boxes, “Jimmy, you put this together yourself?”

“Well, I saw the hover-mag drone frame at the AmerTek pavilion two years ago at the Metropolis Tech Trade Conference, and the processing is mostly AmazoTech AI hardware that wasn’t approved for mass-market release yet but it turns out with the company collapsing, there were a handful of people willing to look the other way and dig through lab storage for me. The lens components and digital recording are a combination of my own favorite camera companies and a handful of bits I had to 3D print myself. And I had to teach myself to solder,” Clark glanced at his hands, noting several bandages on Jimmy’s fingers and a a moleskin blister pad at his left hand’s heel. “So, I mean the components were all there (except the 3D printed ones), I just put them together.”

“But, why wouldn’t the AI tech be approved for mass market release yet?” said Clark.

“Knowing Ivo, probably branding stuff—glossy AmazoTech user interface kind of things, probably,” Jimmy was turning Scoops over in his hands, buffing away at any smudges on the chassis with his dishtowel, “But it responded just fine to my programming.”

“Can I ask how much did this cost you?” asked Lois

“Money is no object when it comes to solving mysteries and changing the face of news as we know it,” said Jimmy, smiling, which both Lois and Clark interpreted to be ‘A lot.’

“Isn’t AmerTek a weapons company—?” Clark started, adjusting his glasses.

“It’s not all weapons,” Jimmy shrugged, “Plus I figured Scoops needed a pretty hardy chassis with all the crazy stuff we get into.”

Clark and Lois still looked more concerned than convinced.

“All right, fine, I’ll give you a demo,” said Jimmy, clearing his throat, “Scoops, activate.”

The lens at the front of Scoops glowed to life and the two triangular plates flanking the lens hovered off of the drone’s spherical dome. Jimmy gently released the drone and it hovered into the air between the three of them, prompting “oohs” from both Lois and Clark.

“Oh, and Lois, can you stand right there?” said Jimmy, positioning Lois at a slightly more open area of the room.

“Me?”

“Yeah, when you hear the cue, just start acting like you’re doing a news report.”

“Oh! Um, okay,” said Lois.

Clark just kept a wary gaze fixed on the little drone now hovering over their heads. Scoops didn’t seem particularly threatening, but Clark definitely had some concerns about something made with both AmerTek and AmazoTech hardware.

“Great start, Scoops, now begin live feed on… Lois Lane,” said Jimmy, taking out his phone.

Scoops seemed to process this command for a second, then shot out the window in a tinkling explosion of glass.

There was a beat of silence. The three of them looked out the jagged hole in the window, watching as the little drone rapidly shrank into the distance through downtown Metropolis, towards the industrial district.

“It was not supposed to do that,” Jimmy said very quietly. He watched the drone zooming off into the distance for several seconds before he realized Clark and Lois were still watching him. He caught himself. “Small hiccup! Not a problem! I’ll simply recall Scoops using my phone.” He demonstratively hit a button on his phone screen, put one hand on his hip, and waited. A long, silent minute passed.

Clark was squinting out the window. “I.. um.. Jimmy, I don’t think it’s coming back.”

This was when Jimmy’s face finally dropped. “Oh come on!” He was tapping at his phone furiously, “It was doing great in the test runs!”

“Do you know where it’s going—?” Lois started.

“I’ve got both its camera feed and a GPS locator for it on my phone,” said Jimmy, “But Clark, can you—?”

“On it,” said Clark, before zipping out of the room in a blur, leaving a flutter of loose papers in his wake. A few heartbeats later and a blue-clad, red-caped figure was soaring after Scoops. Jimmy’s phone pinged. “GPS feed, let’s go!” He said, hooking his arm in Lois’s and sprinting off out of the apartment.

——-

In theory, Clark knew with enough speed he could easily overtake the drone, snatch it out of its course, and yank it back to his and Jimmy’s place, but it turned out the drone had a significant lead on him because he first got sidetracked first swooping a bike messenger out of the way of a taxi that had run a red light, then giving directions to those tourists, then taking that little old lady’s big box of dead batteries to the e-waste recycling center—okay, in retrospect she could have found a nice neighborhood boy for that last task but come on, he was right there, what was he going to do? Say no? But okay, yes, that did turn into taking the whole apartment building’s dead batteries and Lois would say, ‘Clark look at yourself, you are literally taking people’s garbage, we’ve talked about prioritizing,’ but he was already on the way and proper disposal of batteries was important too, wasn’t it? It reduced fire risk and kept toxins from leeching into the soil, so he was basically preventing future crises in Metropolis. Plus, it wasn’t like Scoops was actually in any danger, it was just… on the run, apparently. Gone rogue. The guilt did hit Clark pretty hard once he got back on task. Poor Jimmy seemed so excited about Scoops, and had obviously been working really hard on it—for all his feelings about AmazoTech, Clark wished he could have been more supportive in the moment. At least the drone’s distinctive hover-mag whir made it pretty easy for him to quickly relocate it, but something was irking at the back of his mind as soon as he got a visual bead on it once again.

The fizzing sound from earlier, he thought, watching the drone, It’s going toward where the fizzing sound was.

The drone suddenly dropped into a sharp descent and Clark shifted his position in the air to drop after it. The Metropolis docks. Scoops was now hovering around, seemingly searching among the massive shipping containers. Clark floated after the drone, feeling a bit of unease at his environment. Shipping containers could easily create close quarters, definitely weren’t fun to be slammed into, even with invulnerability, could clatter over and hurt someone if he hit them with enough force, and provided a lot of coverage for people to hide behind and within that super-senses couldn’t account for 100% of the time.

“Scoops?” Clark felt a little ridiculous calling after it, but it responded to voice commands, didn’t it? “Scoops?” He called again.

He heard a low grunt of pain on the other side of one of the shipping containers and quickly hopped over it to see two shipping yard security guards on the ground, one unconscious, the other groaning in pain. Both had steady heartbeats, but there was a faint smell of electricity in the air, and burnt hair.

“Sir?” He dropped to one knee.

The security guard grunted. “The… the bracelet…” was all he managed before passing out. Clark set his jaw before picking them both up and quickly moving them back to a safer location where hopefully their coworkers would find them, then followed the sound of Scoops’ hover-mag whirring as quietly as he could, realizing there was now a metallic resonant quality to the sound—it was coming from inside one of the shipping containers. The sound of the hover-mag had stilled to one location. He reached the source—a shipping container at the very edge of the pier, the doors were swung open. Clark leaned in to peek inside. There were a couple of crates scattered around the interior of the shipping container, of varying age and make.

Unconsciously, Clark set his feet back on the ground.

There was a woman in the shipping container, her back to him, thin hands clasped around Scoops’s chassis as the drone’s single camera eye stared down at her as if to say, ‘Now what?’ Slung across the woman’s back was a chunky chrome gun that seemed nearly as big as her whole torso, but what really caught Clark’s eye was the gleaming art deco spider bracelet on her wrist. All the guard had said to Clark was ‘the bracelet,’ which made wariness prickle on the back of his neck. Why the guard would mention the bracelet rather than the almost comically huge gun was beyond him. So… she wasn’t friendly, probably. But still, he knew he didn’t understand the situation, and just because someone had a very very big scary gun, and had probably knocked out two security guards, that didn’t mean they were incapable of reasonable discussion.

“Ma’am, I’m going to have to ask for that drone back,” he said, putting his hands on his hips, before pausing for a second, and adding, “Please.”

She turned to face him and he froze.

She was in a sleek black outfit, with a cropped black jacket, a low-cut, side-slit black dress over charcoal web-patterned leggings, and short boots. Her hair was bleached white and probably medium length, though it was hard to tell, with short blunt bangs at the front and the back swept up into two sleek, asymmetrical victory rolls. She turned around and gave him a too-familiar catlike little smile on too-red lips, the construction of her face utterly unmistakeable.

“Lois…?” The name came out of him dumbly and he immediately realized Superman always called her ‘Ms. Lane,’ always. She had Lois’s fierce pixie features, looked to be a handful of years older, but there was a sense of both sharp awareness and unfathomable exhaustion behind her eyes that filled him with dread. She had seen things—things she could never bring to share with another human being. It was an exhaustion he caught in his own face in the mirror sometimes, when he had been Superman for just a little too long that day, and the awareness that the world was just so much was weighing on him heavier and heavier.

That catlike smile turned pitying. “Very close, Boy Scout,” she said, before, with a shift of her shoulders, she slung that massive gun down to her hip and hauled it up to point at him.

“Okay,” Clark put his hands up, “Ma’am, I think you should know, you’re not the first—”

She blasted him in a blinding ray of neon coral and day-glo yellow, the force of it slamming him into the shipping container behind him, the steel buckling with a protesting shriek at his impact. Clark still wasn’t sure how his invulnerability worked, exactly, but in that moment, when that beam first hit him, full on in the torso (Surface area—again with the surface area), the image of the charred remains of a skeleton flashed to his mind and his train of thought became a throbbing panicked heartbeat of ‘This would kill a human, this would kill a human, this would kill a human.’ He wasn’t sure if it was 3 seconds or an eternity had passed before the beam ceased and he practically peeled off of the side of the shipping container to drop on the ground with a sad thud.

“The BG-80 Toastmaster,” said the woman, stepping toward him slowly, “Courtesy of Earth-Zero. With some modifications.”

Clark struggled to his elbows and knees and coughed, smoke rising off of him.

She tsk-tsked. “Oh you are squishier in this universe, aren’t you?”

“Look,” Clark’s voice was thick, and it took some effort to raise his head and one hand from the ground to try to motion at her in an ‘I mean no harm’ gesture,  “I know the League of Lois Lanes doesn’t trust me, but whatever’s happening—”

“You think I’m with the League?” she said with a bitter laugh in her voice. She blasted him again. In the back.

Somewhere in the mind-numbing blaze of pain and the sensation of the concrete crumbling underneath him as he was slammed to the ground, he thought, Huh, that really is a lot of surface area. The second blow at least managed to kick better survival instincts into gear. This isn’t your Lois, he had to tell himself, She is very much an active threat. She wants to hurt you. She has hurt you, she is hurting you, so you have to get over the face and the voice and the everything else and act so she doesn’t hurt you or someone else again. The gun—just heat vision it—just concentrate, you’re close enough and it’s big enough that you don’t have to worry too much about hitting her—no, wait—what if it explodes? You don’t know what it’s made of—

There was a series of clicks and Clark looked up at her, willing the heat behind his eyes, but the muzzle of the gun was glowing red now and again, he got caught up in that exhaustion, that pity, in her face. She wasn’t with the League of Lois Lanes? Then what did she want? Why was she here? And what did Scoops of all things have to do with it all?

“Don’t worry,” she said dispassionately, “I’m not hitting you with anything you can’t take.”

“But—” Clark started. But she fired again. The blast wasn’t that overwhelming neon this time, but red, red, red. And then everything went black.

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Tfw the world of Justice League (2001) feels more lived in than literally most of superhero shows today.

Fave moments so far in ep 1:

Batman being a detective. Like. Ahhh 🥰 I always love when his establishing character moment starts w him just lurking and investigating stuff 🥹

Superman being a confident hero without coming off as arrogant or an asshole about it. He’s just being a boy scout wanting to help people out and it shows.

Another Batman establishing character moment when he’s in a situation to pursue the bad guys vs aiding a suddenly fainting superman and choosing the latter. Love him sm. AND SUPERMAN RECIPROCATING WHEN IT HAPPENED TO BRUCE!! I LOVE THEIR CHEMISTRY SM. 💜💜💜

The aliens posing as fake human scientists having a sort of social life outside of invading and copying human expressions #winkyface? Stan. 👏🏼

Tfw shapeshifting alien doggo spooked me more than actual horror monsters I’ve seen recently. 😭😂 If that aint The Thing insp

That paramedic lowkey about to unmask Batman w a curious and nervous expression like a kid about to open a cookie jar knowing she shouldn’t and Batman told her off in the most parental “Don’t even think about it.” I just about “eep” irl 😂

Xtra funny is that I keep getting whiplashed at how Batman has the physique of a 20-something yr old Bachelor but he be acting like a Dad already done and tired in his 30s 😭

Speaking of looks, Superman looks like a guy in his mid-30s. Is that deliberate and on point or is this guy stressed af?

The Flash is giving Gojo Satoru vibes ngl

Heartwarming moments and probably my most faves defining moments in this show are when Superman got hit by a wall and other debris or got slammed on the streets and people’s first instinct is to get closer to him to ask if he’s alright, help him up, or try to get the rocks off of him even if it’s too heavy and even when Superman brushed it off just fine. THE HUMANITY. I LOVE THESE PEOPLE SM I WILL PROTECT THEM W ALL MY HEART TOO. 😭

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if you haven't already answered, i've been so curious about the jaykon firemedic au 👀👀

maya my beloved, thank you for asking!!!!! jaykon firemedic kon au is sooooo. i have so many thoughts about it. the au is huge and expansive in my brain. without making this a huge long post with disjointed thoughts, heres the rundown.

clex grew up together and were besties and then partners and trans!lex had kon as an oopsie baby when they were teenagers before they had the whole superman falling out. ma and pa took kon in bc neither lex or clark were able to take care of him since they were teens as well, and kon grew up thinking of clark as more of a brother than a dad.

bc kon's a biokid and not a clone, he has way fewer powers and what he does have are weaker. this means hes not a superhero, but he DOES want to save people, so he became a firefighter. he did the volly to paid route, and went to gotham u for fire science. when he got on with gcfd he showed interest in becoming a medic so they put him through paramedic school. kon is a huge nerd and keeps a huge medic kit at home, which is also just a good idea in general bc he lives in gotham, and also he taught himself how to do stitches for funsies.

jason is still red hood, and one night he got hit hard enough to slow him down near kon's place, and kon ends up taking care of him. jason keeps going back to get patched up by kon, and he totally has a crush on him.

i just want kon to be a badass firemedic, and also kiss jason 🥰

(ask me about my wips!)

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my personal version of the trinity

im talking about the dc super heroes, batman superman and wonder woman, not the son the father and the holy spirit.

i've always had my own version of these characters is my head and i would like to put it here for you guys to see. im sure a lot of this is going to overlap what a lot of what's already been done, that is inevitable give these characters longevity.

in a general sense, before we get into specifics, the way i think of these three, and of dc heroes in general, is that wherever they are they are the adults in the room. they are the conception that a kid has of an adult. professional, mature, always in control, always knows what to do in any situation, nearly omnipotent capacity to make all problems go away.

for these three i think of them as first responders, as firemen or paramedics. they are the people who come into a diaster, assess the situation and have a plan and a script to tackle it in the appropiate manner.

they know how to evacuate civilians, how to administer first aid, what is the order of priorities, etc. when they come in to save the day they are doing a job and they are good at it, they are the best at it, they are the people you want handling whatever it is that is happening.

all of this implies a certain level of maturity and professionalism that i expect from them. im not a fan of whenever these heroes are shown as super emotional, wether it be driven by rage or brooding, we have marvel for that. like yes, things can obviously get to them and enemies can deploy psychological attacks but generally they are emotionally mature enough to handle most things thrown their way.

i also like to think of them as mainly problem solvers rather than fighters or combatants (with the exception perhaps of wonder woman, more on that later). them simply going with raw fists to punch problems away is an absolute last resort if there is no other way to solve the problem. otherwise they toolset is wide enough that they can find clever, efficient, practical ways to deal with threats. im sure there are few threats superman cant solve without making judicious and calculated use of his super speed and his laser. double and triple goes for batman.

also, if i were to have absolute dictatorial control over DC i would make it so that they are not necessarily fighting a monster of the week style threat but rather that they have overarching goals and every mission is a step closer to that goal. and once their respective cities are stable enough they are free to establish the justice league to protect the world of overzised threats like alien invasions or pandimentional attacks.

without further ado here we go

superman.

honestly not much new, the guy has been done flawlessly plenty of times. i am particularly fond of the superman from My adventures with superman. perhaps i would write him a lot less childish but otherwise it seems there are plenty of writers that get the guy. he is a decent, truly kind man from kansas, who was well raised by a loving family and who grew up in a stable enviroment surrounded by friends. probably one of the healthiest persons out there, also one of the most resilient, in more ways than one. a guy who is willing to lend his surplus of strength, both physical and personal for the sake of others since he understands not everyone can handle things all on their own and so he is happy to help wherever he can.

he is perhaps a little corny, a little too straight laced, almost to the point of coming off as naive. if you didnt know him well you'd think he is just a boring goodie two shoes boy scout, but once you get to know him you realize he is just disarmingly earnest and sincere in all he does. he is such a dad, too. he makes bad jokes and gets overly excited for big sales and wears shorts with socks and sandals and he insist that you get horrible matching sweaters on christmas. his clak kent persona is not a mask, he is genuenly a dork. also he is a true journalist, he actually cares a lot about his job at the daily planet and takes super seriously whenever he has to do investigative journalism or an interview of a high profile figure.

i dont think he hates lex luthor, he is just really frustrated that a man that brilliant would waste his gift in such petty sillyness. his biggest flaw is that he can be overcome by self doubts, maybe its is wrong that he shoud be having all this power, maybe he is becoming too authoritarian by trying to fix all the worlds problems, how does he know what the most responsible way to use his powers is? is it his right to interfere in affairs of humanity when he is technically an alien? oh god maybe luthor has a point, maybe he shouldnt be here, he doesnt know what he is doing! he is just a farmer from kansas!

his ultimate mission, his overall, overarching goal, would be to take lex luthor down, the main source of most villainy and evil happening in metropolis. but he insists on doing it the right way, getting proper evidence, writing actual news articles, showing through all legitimate channels that lex is a crook and a criminal, which is the reason it takes so long. of course he could capture luthor in ten seconds flat but then he would have to deal with attacking a private citizen, with the criminal system, with the trials and with the terrible hit that it would signify for superman's reputation.

he thinks bruce needs to relax a little, and honestly the whole bat thing is a little silly. but also he deeply profoundly respects the fact that bruce is doing all of it on his own, no kriptonian powers gifted from on high, and he genuenly thinks of him as a true friend. he sometimes even feels a little inadecuate next to bruce because bruce is obviously the smarter of the two and the guy who always seems to be most in control of the situation and who always has a plan, making clark feel like he is just making it up as he goes along and he is just wasting his time picking cats from trees and stopping petty theft.

as for diana he is downright intimidated by her and he is a bit put off by the fact that she is clearly way more comfortable with violence than the other two guys. but again, he can sense she has a kind heart and is also a true hero.

clark secretly feels like the lamest of the three because he is just a guy trying to help around and the other two are like parangons of righteousness and borderline demigods, he doesnt realize the other two basically idolize him.

batman.

he is a really intense dude.

again, im not interested in a batman that is too tortured. the batman from the 70's-80's hit a pretty good balance in my mind. he is still a person. a very obsessive, intense, dedicated and disciplined person but a person at the end of the day, none of that "there is only batman" nonesense here, at least not early on. yes he is a guy haunted by his demons and carrying a terrible turmoil on the inside, but he is generally good at keeping in check. this does manifest in issues on the long term though, on a macro level. on the way he keeps cycling robins, the way that as the years go by he never seems to be able to move on to something better and specially in the way that he ends up by the end of it all. batman of the future did this perfectly, a bitter lonely old man who pushed most people away.

but on a day to day basis, on a mission to mission rythm, he is well adjusted. he is a team player, he doesnt push his sidekicks or collaborators too far (but he does go out of his way to carry most of the weight of the mission, which makes many of his robins think he underestimates them or doesnt take them seriously, when in reality he is just trying to protect them) he knows how to dial down the whole dark knight persona when dealing with civilians, he keeps his strength firmly in check so as to never unnecesarily brutalize the criminals he fights against. he puts way more priority in stealth and trickery than face to face confrontations.

he is stoic and he is overtly serious and formal, but when its just him and clark and diana he does allow himself to make more casual commentary or maybe ever crack and incredibly wry, dry as pavement joke. whilst around most civilians he comes off as intense and brooding clark and diana can tell he is just a little awkward (and possibly autistic?) and his rigid behavior is just a shield he uses.

bruce wayne is just him masking, we all know his playboy millionaire persona and im not going to go too deep into that. he can be "normal", he can relax when he is at the manor with alphred and dick or todd or tim or damian. he is generally a quiet guy, very introspective. very ocassionally he will let out his more impish side (there is still inside of him a child who never got a chance to be a child) he is an adult who chose to dress up as a bat and build himself a bat cave and a batmobil. he is a little whimsical, and he will pull little pranks on robin or alphred or whatever. but when the cowl is on he is back to strictly bussiness

he doesnt hate the joker, honestly he has bigger problems in his plate, but he does find him incredibly annoying and aggravating, that someone would cause so much evil for basically no reason. his biggest flaw is that he can be a bit too cold and calculating and he has a tendency to be self destructive in how he insists carrying all the problems of the world and push himself too far

his overall cause would be to try and fix the fundamental rot in gotham that is making it so that it keeps producing nothing but corrupt politicians, brutal cops and deranged lunatics, where any attempt at reform or to inject money into the system to fix things keeps getting absorbed and redirected into the city's criminal underbelly. batman is there as a shock to the system, trying to surgically unclog and fix a broken machine so that the actual proper channels and institutions start doing their goddamn job and set the city on a better path. honestly the colorful supervillains are almost a distraction of his day to day work, they are just the symptoms of a deeper problem and not the disease he is desperatly trying to cure.

he doesnt for even a second think that clark is lame or naive or silly. bruce almost idolizes clark because he sees in him a shining resplandescent example of a healthy, kind, pure good man, something bruce is convinced he could never be due to his "inner darkness" (this is just bruce being silly). to bruce superman is what a hero should be and batman is what he has no option but to become since he is only a man. in time he will come to see clark as a person rather than an idol in a pedestal and finally as the one friend he can truly trust on and even be vulnerable around.

diana he also deeply respects because he sees in her a disciplined warrior ready to do whatever needs to be done in the name of justice. and again, his more whimsical side cant help but find it a bit cool that she is a true mythological figure who came from a mystical lost island. whever he is on a mission he feels she is the only person who speaks his language, except when they butt heads over her wanting to confront a problem head on and him trying to do more sneaky meanuvers.

wonder woman.

she is a woman of the world.

in my head she would be the most cosmopolitan of the trio, also she can be a bit of and outsider given that bruce and clark are ultimatly americans and she is a foreigner from a wildly different culture. but she finds enough things in common with the other two that she can make it work out.

in my head she is primarily a warrior from a warrior culture. she is a paladin, righteous, devoted, and perhaps a little single minded. but she is not just a fighter, she comes from themyschira as a diplomat, she is after all a princess, she is adroit at politics, at diplomacy, at negotiation, although she does tend to prefer to negotiate mainly by projecting strength. she is above all things honorable. she makes oaths and she will give her life for those oaths.

she is also incredibly kind and warm. of the three she is the one that loves humanity and all of its children with the most warmth. whereas superman can come off as too nice and batman too correct she is the one that can be genuenly comforting when she needs to. she loves to learn and interact with new cultures, after all there is a whole world out there to explore. she speaks like 30 languages, is very well verse in world history and she is familiar with world politics. she has shaken the hand of multiple kings, queens and presidents. of the three she is the easiest to talk to, even if she does come off as a bit old fashioned at times.

but once again, she is a warrior. of the three she is the fastest to go to the sword and the one who has the least issues with killing if necessary. superman absolutely never does it unless its like a kaiju or an eldritch abomination or an army of robots. batman doesnt do it *directly* but he is not going to go too out of his way to stop a villain from getting hoisted by his own petard. diana will just do it, with her own hands if she has to. she doesnt take glee on it and she doesnt rush to do it but she wont hesitate either.

she can be a little brusque and a little strongheaded. once she makes a desition is incredibly hard to make her change her mind or slow down. batman has learn to work with it and try his best to make plans that accomodate that. clark will protest a little and then throw his arm in the air and follow her in whatever she decided has to be done.

her overall mission is of a larger scope than the other two. again, she is a woman of themischyra but more than that she is a woman of the world. the threats she faces, gods, demigods and other mythological beings, tend to operate on a world stage and so she is flying to multiple countries trying to contain the capricious whims of the gods and protect mortals from their dangerous games.

she barely sees her enemies as people. to be fair most of her enemies are manticores, minotaurs, plagues, or gods. but also when she comes across people like max lord she just sees evil that has to be vanquished and that is the end of it. her biggest flaw is that she has a tendency towards black and white thinking.

she is the tallest of the three, by like a full head. also the bulkiest. batman is musuclar but lean, fibrous, he puts emphasis on stealth and cleverness than raw strength. superman is muscular but in a very sculptural way. his big muscles are more a battery of the power he absorbs from our sun. his strength doesnt come from how big his muscles actually are. diana is a tank, she has a big frame and is built like a lumberjack. she is not perfectly cut and shredded, she has body fat, she is beefy.

she sees clack as basically a god since is the primary frame of reference that she has for someone whit the kinds of powers he has. she doesnt have the highest opinion of gods given her greek upbringing, so she sees clark a bit as "one of the good ones". she finds his boy scout routine adorable and his refusal to kill a little childish, and sometimes she is a little patronizing with him, but ultimatly she loves him like a brother. she's so proud of him.

she sort of doesnt know what to make of bruce. he is obviously a formidable warrior, and for a mortal man, the things he can do are truly impressive, also he lives by a code of honor and has a higher calling, and she respects that a lot, but sometimes she doesnt get why he wastes so much time sneaking around and playing with his little toys. that is not the way a warrior is supposed to fight. but, well, he does get results, so ultimatly she trusts him

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at the end of the day, they are friends. maybe coworkers at first but after a few years of putting their lives on the line for each other they have true loyalty. driven closer for their work but also for the fact that they are truly at the top of the hero game and it can be pretty lonely at the top and sometimes all they have is each other.

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writing patterns

[list the first line of your last ten fics and see if there’s a pattern.]

tagged by @cealesti

i'm going with posted fics only because otherwise i have to track down what i've been working on and... no. there's been a lot.

Sometimes, To Kill Superman - DC

All six thousand, eight hundred, and ninety-seven of Lex’s computers had managed to tell him the same thing.

2. When We're Alone - HP

Dr. Riddle had always been a curious man.

3. once isn't enough - DC

Bruce Wayne—billionaire, beloved child of two doting parents—had been born with a smudge of ink across his ribs.

4. the three worst ghost hunters of all time - TMFU

“We have a problem,” Waverly said.

5. It's Never Too Latte - HP

Tom and Lucius had been told before that they had an unhealthily co-dependent relationship.

6. How many Horcruxes does it take to seduce a Harry? - HP

“Shut up,” Cup hissed, at the same time that Ring attempted to smother Locket.

7. Memento Vivere - Original

Aidan woke slowly, painfully, and a little frustrated, in in a dark room on a bed, and continued faking sleep whilst peering about the room through his eyelashes.

8. the gentleness of violence - Hannibal

Will blacked out when he hit the water and didn’t wake up until much later, lying slick with sand and blood on a beach and surrounded by paramedics.

9. Earth Is A Playground For Those With Power - Good Omens

The lift stopped.

10. one lone crow doesn't make a murder - SOC

It was all an unhealed wound in the end.

...and that takes us up to april 2023! it's been slow for a while. my bad.

also wow they really are all scene setting! but there we go

@duplicitywrites @callmelyrae @whotooklortan @shadow-of-the-eclipse & anyone else who wants to do it! as always if you want to be tagged/have been tagged and don't want to be let me know :3

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Hey There Everybody, so yeah, I was just thinking about doing a Superman AU fanfic story called "Superwoman: S.O.S." (otherwise called "Superwoman & The Sisterhood of Superheroes") but I was also thinking about “experimenting” a bit with something that I don’t usually do with my fanfic stories…which would involve a pregnancy. So essentially I was just thinking about having a AU version of a recently widowed Martha Kent being “abducted” by Kal-El’s space pod one night instead of discovering said space pod in the middle of a corn field like in most Superman origin stories as she soon talks to the A.I. version of Jor-El who essentially convinces her to become the surrogate mother for his unborn child Kal-El to ultimately save their dying species (since in this particular universe Kal-El hasn’t even technically been born yet before Krypton’s destruction as he’s just a genetic sample at this point) as Martha herself will ultimately transform into a big, beefy & muscular Half-Kryptonian woman via an extremely powerful case of “Microchimerism” while being the surrogate mother to her own half-alien son Kal-El/Clark Kent as she rapidly grows in strength, size & power as she becomes her universe’s version of “Superwoman” while also raising Clark as a hardworking single mother/farm girl in Smallville, Kansas.

Not to mention that she ultimately becomes a founding member of her Universe’s version of The Justice League (also known as “The Sisterhood of Superheroes”) alongside her other fellow founding members like…

• (Queen Hippolyta/Wonder Woman): Queen Hippolyta of the Amazons is soon convinced into helping out the outside world to fight against an invading alien force by the rugged U.S. Air Force pilot named Captain Sam Lane as they would later have a young demigod daughter together named Diana Prince-Lane, while assuming the alias "Mrs. Lyta Lane".

• (Martha Wayne/Batwoman): Martha Wayne & Alfred soon decide to form a Green Hornet & Kato style crime-fighting duo to combat the vast amount of crime & corruption within Gotham City while Martha struggles to balance her new roles of being both the newest CEO of Wayne Enterprises as well as being a single mother to her only son Bruce shortly after the tragic death of her beloved husband Dr. Thomas Wayne in Crime Alley.

• (Queen Atlanna/Aquawoman): Atlanna is the exiled queen of Atlantis who was seeking to reclaim her lost crown, only to find unexpected love with a land-dwelling lighthouse keeper by the name of Tom Curry who would later influence her to fight against injustice both below and above the sea while also raising her twin Human/Atlantean hybrid sons Orin & Orm Curry alongside her new loving human husband in secret.

• (Nora Allen/The Flash): Mrs. Nora Allen was a seemingly normal, loving & caring midwestern mother & housewife who was suddenly struck by a strange lightning bolt as she suddenly gained phenomenal superhuman speed.

• (M'yri'ah J'onzz/Martian Manhunter): M'yri'ah & her daughter K'hym had lost everything when her beloved husband alongside the rest of her people were tragically killed off by a telepathic plague that would decimate Mars. But miraculously, she & her own daughter escaped the death of their home-world as they seek a new life on earth to prevent another world from losing everything.

• (Dr. Bianca Reyes/Blue Beetle): So essentially Dr. Bianca Reyes was just your average hardworking paramedic & nurse from Palmera City, Texas as she’s also both a happily married wife & a loving mother of two beautiful kids when suddenly a strange beetle-shaped alien artifact crashed lands in her own backyard one fateful night after a long day at work as it soon became bonded to her spine thus unknowingly making her the latest incarnation of The Blue Beetle.

But yeah, what do you think about all that?😅

[fantasies-fairytales-n-fics]

Code Blue Ch. 22- Afterglow

Summary: Lee has a bad dream. He and Jo share some cute morning fluff. Josie gets an eyeful and things heat up again. The love struck pair share a beautiful moment.

*Warnings* 18+ ..Graphic depictions, car accident, resuscitation, cpr, smut, language,

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Chapter characters: Lee, Josie

Salem, Massachusetts

February 27, 2023

Noon- The Lake House

The storm was gone. Lee had abolished it with his simple flashlights and determined will, you thought to yourself as you smiled at your sleeping superman. You could watch him sleep for hours because he finally looked so at peace considering what his reality held during his waking hours. If only, you wondered, could you have possibly healed some of him after what the two of you shared last night?

The music still played loudly downstairs as it had all night, but after yesterday's events and then your wild night there at the lake house with Lee, it never bothered either of you as you both slept soundly in each other's arms all night. It must have been at least 4 am before you both passed out from exhaustion.

Lee began to squirm a bit in his sleep, mumbling something. The accident, he was dreaming of it again, seeing himself on the ground, battered and bruised as the paramedics worked on him, yet he could not remember any of that, but his subconscious did.

You tried to calm him with your soft touch as you stroked his tangled love making hair. He was so beautiful to you as he always was, but in that moment, waking up beside him, he was a most arresting vision with his adorable five o'clock shadow. It was over for you. You dreaded having to go home and be without him, but for now, you just wanted to bask in the afterglow with him for as long as you could.

Your touch wasn't working as he began to mutter.

"No...no..."

"Hey, Lee, baby...wake up sweet guy, you're dreaming." you whispered as to not startle him....but he kept grumbling and began to shake his head.

He was lost in the dream, his chest being pumped. Sirens sounding...then...a helicopter?? Something cold laid upon his chest and then it was like he had been struck by lightning.

Lee gasped and flung up calling for you. "JO!!'

"Lee?? Heyyyy. baby I'm right here! Look at me. You were dreaming."

It took him a minute to come back to reality as you caressed his shoulder. When he saw you, he began to calm down.

"Do you remember what you were dreaming about?"

"I...I'm not sure...I...I just remember I...couldn't breathe and then...there was this pain...like electricity."

"Hmmm...possibly being struck by lightning? It sounds like you were dreaming about last night when you were out in the storm trying to be a super hero."

He looked at you with furrowed brows for a few seconds.

"Oh, I was definitely struck by lightning last night." he joked with a smile.

You leaned your forehead onto his and gave him an eskimo kiss as you smiled immensely.

"Tell me I'm not still dreaming, that you're really here." Lee asked while resting his fingertips on your cheek as he suddenly became serious.

"It's not a dream. I'm real. I'm here." you sweetly assured him as you laid the palm of your hand on his face.

"Stay with me. Today. Don't leave. Please don't leave."

"Sorry to say, but you're stuck with me....boyfriend."

"Ooooooh boyfriend huh? That's music to my ears...girlfriend."

"Took you long enough." you giggled.

"Oh, you come here right now Miss Massachusetts."

Lee pulled you in his arms and laid you down with him, kissing your forehead.

"I'll gladly stay with you today and any other time you want me to."

"Perfect.....and so are you."

"Damn, what time is it anyways? That sun is dreadful." Lee asked as he squinted his eyes.

"Noonish. I checked my phone just before you woke up and was texting with my mom."

"Wowww. Noon? What have you done to me?" he chuckled.

"Everything that you wanted."

"Mmmmm. You got me there. You hungry baby doll? I'll whip us up some breakfast...or brunch I guess it would be now. If you'd like to shower while I do that, feel free. Your room should have everything in it that you need."

"That actually sounds good. I'm starving." you agreed as you sat up.

"God, I don't even know what you like besides pizza...how shitty is that?"

"Heyyy...there are still a lot of little things to learn about each other. There's nothing wrong with that. I'm actually looking forward to knowing all of you, since we didn't do a whole lot of....talking...last night."

Lee chuckled. "And who's fault is that??"

"Ummm, yours!!" you giggled.

"Oh noooo my girl, it's all you. If I recall correctly, you came to me, and then...came...on...to me." he grinned so wickedly.

"OK...maybe..." you laughed....and then sighed. "My girl....god I love it when you call me that."

"And I love calling you that....I...just love you, Josephine Leeann March."

"It's another sign, you know?"

"What's that baby?"

"My name...well, my middle and last name. It bears your name and birth month."

'Well I'll be damned, it does. I still think you're some kind of witch." Lee kidded as he roared in laughter.

His remark made you recall your first texting conversation with him a month ago about signs and your clairvoyance.

"Maybe I am...I do live in Salem and in a witch house....I put a spell on you, and nowwww you're miiiine!!" you sang in your best, but absolutely horrid Bett Midler voice.

Lee laughed even harder this time. "I love me some Hocus Pocus....and god damn...I love you...."

You could see it in his eyes, hear it in his voice, of how good it felt to finally say it...and now it rolled off of his tongue like a habit....and you loved it...and him so fucking much.

"I love you too." you softly said as you held his face in your hands and kissed his cheek, wanting to kiss his lips, but you were petrified of your morning breath. "Ok, I will goooo take that shower now...."

Lee hopped in his shower while you were off taking yours. He made his quick so he wouldn't steal all the hot water and plus there was something he really wanted to do before he went downstairs.

He sat at his desk and pulled out a piece of paper and a pen, then began writing you a love letter, something people didn't do anymore, but he wanted to make sure you knew just how much he loved you, for he was a true romantic at heart...he just never had anyone to offer that too...and...no one was ever worth it.

"My Dearest Jo,

One day our eyes met and you smiled at me and I had to pause for a moment because I felt safe, and I had not recognized that feeling. It was as if I just knew you would be standing there when I looked up again, and you were, literally in my house. I don't even have the right words to describe this to you, but I just knew, somehow. Despite all of the odds that have worked so cruelly against me, I knew in my heart that I had finally found the one. I truly feel that you and I love with a love that is more than love. The first time I realized I was in love with you, it was a night I couldn't fall asleep, because I knew that my new and strange reality was better than my dreams. Our tight hugs, our late night conversations, our almost kisses, I remember it all, and sometimes...a tear falls while doing so. You gave me something that no one had before. You gave me peace. Like a river that had been rushing, pulled by the current for too long, you made my waters still. I found rest in your arms.

I love you to the moon and back and beyond all the stars in the sky."

Forever,

Lee

You towel dried your hair and put your tank and undies back on, but then realized you left your pants in Lee's room, so you headed back there. When you walked in, Lee was sitting at his desk, his hair damp and shaggy.... and completely naked.

"Oh, gosh, I'm sorry, I thought you were downstairs. I...I forgot my pants." you bashfully said and turned your eyes away, as if you had not just ravished every part of that beautiful bare skin last night.

He discreetly placed the letter in the drawer and smiled. "I was just heading there after I got dressed."

Lee stood up and went to put on some sweat pants when he noticed your wide eyes moving from side to side, anywhere but on him as your fingers fidgeted.

He lightly grinned and picked his pants up.

"Does....this... bother you?"

Hell yes it did. Why, why were you so befuddled? Your stomach was in a spin trying to force your eyes to not look, but they were begging you to let them.

You literally just had all of that last night and yet there you were acting like some silly little shy girl when you were anything but that. Possibly because it was dark then and you really hadn't seen him fully for his body had only been accented by the moonlight that shone in.

Lee laid his pants back down and slowly walked up to you. You felt yourself turning a hot shade of red as you gulped, your eyes daring you to look at him as you watched his feet stop before you. He lowly chuckled and stroked your damp hair out of your face.

"Jo...you can look at me. I...I was afraid too, for you to see me but that was because of my scars. You took all that fear away with your unconditional vision of me and your assuring touch. I would give anything for you to touch me again...right now."

His deep seductive tone made your lower region shudder inside. How was he able to do this to you? Get you all hot and bothered just by the sound of his voice.

"Princess...please look at me."

Well that did it. Your eyes betrayed you and worked their way from his feet and up his long toned legs, then halted at his softened member. Even in that state, he was quite large. As you remembered the feel of him inside of you, your walls involuntarily contracted. You were completely stuck on stupid and couldn't move.

Lee reached his hand out and took yours, then slowly brought your hand to him, leaving his lay over yours. You slightly gasped at how hot his cock was, making you crave him even more. Within mere seconds of your touch, he was beginning to harden and you were beginning to overheat with desire. Your eyes rolled up the rest of his body and met his pleading eyes, and then you just did it. You jumped up onto him.

He simultaneously grabbed on to your thighs to hold you in place and passionately kissed you with a chasmic moan. Your tongues connected, each gently massaging the other. You mewled and whimpered while making a mess out of his hair with your fingers raging through it while his soft hands ravished your back. He pulled your hair, causing you to arch your head back and delved into your neck, nipping and kissing it in a frenzy. You cried out in a strong whimper as your nails attacked his back.

Lee couldn't take it anymore and carried you to the bed, placing you against the headboard. Wasting no time, he aggressively yanked your panties off of you and went straight back to your lips.

"I've dreamed about this for a long time. Making love to you over and over." he panted out in between his tender kisses.

"And now, I cannot get enough of you Jo."

His solid cock slid between your folds, teasing your sensitive bud as he glided his hips up and down.

"I want all of you. I want to taste you."

Lee's lips traveled down your legs, kissing the inside of your thighs. His warm breath tickled your skin, awakening your goosebumps all over again. It reminded you of the dream you once had of him doing this, in fact, it was damn near identical to it, as if you had seen it happen before it actually did.

"You smell so damn good." he raved and began to move his lips closer to your heat.

Your hips lightly jerked and you pulled his head up.

"St...stop."

He gazed at you with worried and shocked eyes.

"Do...you not want me to do this? Because I won't if it makes you uncomfortable. I'll never make you do anything you don't want to do baby."

"Oh god no, I want this so bad...I...it's...the ticklish thing. How about you just skip over that area?" you giggled with curled grin.

The look on his face was priceless as he stuttered out his response.

"Wha...what...do you mean?"

"I think you know."

A tiny smile formed on his lips, knowing exactly what you wanted.

"Okay." he happily replied in acceptance to your boldness.

You opened your legs a bit further, relaxing them so he too, could see all of you. His eyes couldn't deny his desire for the vision before him.

Lee lowered his head as you shivered in anticipation for his touch. His hand came down and he slowly parted you. The warmth of his tongue sent your head flying back and your fingers into his hair as he gently licked over your bud.

"Oh god.." you violently panted out and jolted your hips.

He smugly grinned as he looked up at you. "Are you sure you want me to do this?"

You literally forced his head back down which drove him mad. He took a handful of the skin on your hip and plunged his tongue right into your entrance, twirling it about while massaging your clit with his thumb.

"Lee!!" you choked out in desperation, which only made him go faster.

"God baby, you taste so fucking good." he groaned and then stunned you by slipping a finger inside of you while continuing on with his tongue torture....then he entered another one, curling them up each time he pulled out.

"Lee, I...I...oh my god...shit...."

"That's it baby. Let go."

His commanding of you to release on him did the trick. You completely lost your voice as you came undone, eyes clutched shut, head back and your legs shaking profusely as he pushed his tongue into you as deep as he could.

"My god, I felt that." he whispered as he kissed all over your stomach. "Are...are you ok?"

You finally found your voice. "You have nooooo idea how ok I am right now. Lee...please...I...I need you now..."

Lee knew exactly what you meant for he felt the same way as his throbbing cock screamed at him to become one with you again. He crawled up to you and you pulled him into an intense kiss which shocked the hell out of him, for he didn't think you would want to kiss him after what he had just done...and it turned him on immensely.

He positioned himself and guided his aching manhood to your entrance, and then thrusted into you as he deeply groaned. This time, it didn't hurt one bit. The cry you blurted out was of sheer delectation, and Lee knew this because of the way you kicked your hips into his powerful push and pulled at his butt cheeks with great force. Once he was completely encased in you, his pace fastened as you both panted and moaned erratically, watching him slide in and out of you.

You held onto the back of his neck, and he yours as you both moved in perfect sync with one another. Briefly, he stopped to look at you as you traced his scars with your fingers.

"You're so beautiful." you lovingly told him.

He leaned down and kissed your forehead.

"I...I love you so much."

"Come to me."

You pulled him against you, his body melting into yours and he began to move slowly, grinding deep with harsh grunts plunging out of him... and then you whispered into his ear. "Come for me."

"Mmmmmm." he lowly moaned.

His thrusts hardened, instantly prodding your sweet spot and blinding your vision with magical sparkles as you released.

"I..I...I'm...I'm c..coming baby." you cried and bit his shoulder. Your walls vigorously slammed over him, sending him into a powerful launch.

"Fuuuuuuuuuuck!" he groaned as he laid frozen against you, his hips lightly twitching. You felt every pulse of his expulsion as your legs gripped him tight. His forehead rested on yours as you both heavily panted, and then he took your face into his hands and kissed you with such affection.

Lee slowly rolled off of you and smiled while trying to catch his breath.

"Well, this is embarrassing. I could have lasted a lot longer than that. You must think I'm quite boring."

"Lee Pace, you come here right now."

You kissed him deeply and tenderly and then caressed his cheek.

"What you just did to me is far from boring, so don't you ever think that again, got it? Longer isn't always better."

"Yes Ma'am."

You giggled and snuggled up against him, basking with him in the afterglow.

"Can we just stay here forever and never leave the house?" he asked as he kissed your head and tinkered with your hair.

"I would so love to so that...but...I have a new apartment I need to start moving my things into."

"Oh...I..I didn't know you were approved."

His eyes held sadness as if it somehow meant he wouldn't see you much. You sat up and turned to him.

"Yeah, I actually got the call the morning of your dad's funeral and I just forgot all about telling you with all that was going on. I'm sorry."

"Baby, don't be sorry. It's ok. I am so happy for you. I know how much you have wanted this."

'Are you really? Because you...seem a little disappointed....sad even. Lee, you have to know that it changes nothing. It's no different than me living at mom's, except I'll have peace from Megan finally."

"If it makes you happy, then I am not sad. It's...just been so damn nice spending all this time with you. I will miss you, that's all."

'Heyyyy sweet guy. I am not going anywhere. Wild horses couldn't drag me away from you. I love you. I want to be with you. You're my guy now." you assured him as you peered down into his sullen blues and rubbed his hair back.

"Somehow I believe that. Your one tough lady." he chuckled and then placed your hair gently behind your ear. "And you're my girl. I love you too princess."

Oh lord was he spoiling you with these sweet terms of endearment.

'And just so you know...I want you to be the first one to come see the place. I'll make you dinner and we can maybe, watch movies and stuff, like we tried to plan once before?"

"I would so love that baby. Would you like me to help you move?"

"I would love that, but don't you have you're own moving to do with the stuff at your old house? Plus all the renovations that kind of got put on hold?"

"Yes, I do, but I always have time for my lady. Always. Jo, besides the first time I ever saw you, these past two days have been the best days of my life."

"Right back at ya babe." you smiled and got up. "So, how about that breakf..I mean brunch now? It's almost 2 pm." you laughed.

Lee rolled onto his back with his head slightly hanging off the end of the bed. "I so do not want to leave this room, but yes, I am fucking starving."

You leaned down on the bed over him. "Guess what. You get to be spiderman now and I'll be Mary Jane."

"Alright." he said as he gazed up at you.

You bent down and softly gave him the iconic upside down movie kiss as you held his face so tenderly in your hands.

"If you keep this up woman, we are not going to leave this room." he grinned against your lips.

"Allllright...let's go."

As you went to leave, the music that was still blaring downstairs shuffled to another song.

"No way..." you whispered.

"What is it babe?"

"Signs.....dance with me?"

"Always." he said and pulled you into his arms, cradling your naked warm body flush against. You smiled and closed your eyes as you wrapped your arms around his waist and laid your head upon his chest.

"This is really nice." he then said and laid his cheek upon your head as you both slowly swayed to the music.

"Forever Jo. I will love you forever....and I will hold onto the afterglow."

"Promise?"

"Wild horses couldn't drag me away."

@redeemer46

[reinedragon]

Immagine ao3 in DC

So I had a thought, how crazy must the ao3 arthors notes be in DC. I mean not only do they have supervillians, and superheros, but they also have the hell site that is Gotham. Like imagine:

“So I know it’s been a few years since I updated, but life’s been a bit crazy. I got murdered by joker, somehow came back to life, got dunked in a pit of green anger goo by my dad’s crazy ex, tried to murder my dad and little brother. Made up with said dad and little brother. Found out my dad had a kid with previously mentioned crazy ex. Dad died. Dad then came back. All while going from the yongest of 2 to the second??? oldest of approximently 8+ sibblings.

Anyways heres the next chapter of my Batman/Bruce Wayne fic”

Or 

“Sorry I’m a few hours late on updating, the bank I was at got robbed so I was stuck there until Nightwing and Signal showed up. I can confirm that Nightwing’s ass is as nice as they say, it will now be incorperated into this fic.”

Or

“Sorry updates might slow down a bit, my parents got joker gassed, and I’m apparently a Wayne now??? I think??? anyways my new sibbling are extreamly chaotic and have been abosolutly monopolizing my time leaving me with little for writing.”

I immagine that sort of sinario isn’t even that hard to belive (at least for the gothomites)

Or

“I know this fic is late, I had to go to metropolis *shudders* for work today and there was a bomb go off, and DESPITE the fact that a.) I wasn’t ingured, b.) they were already very busy and c.) there wasn’t even any gas or anything, the paramedics refused to let me leave claiming things like shock and trama. Like we haven’t all experianced 10 times worse MULTIPLE TIMES this past month, they only let me go when Superman came over and said that “they’re from Gotham, from what I’ve seen not much can phase them they’re proboly fine.” So anyways, here’s your weekly searving of Superbat”

Or

“So I know I said this wouldn’t be up until the weekend but I had to go to *whispers* Gotham for work, and THIS CITY IS ABSOLUTLY INSANE I AM TERRIFIED TO LEAVE MY HOTEL ROOM. Anyways I now have some extra free time, depending if I get murdered or not the next chapter might be up early as well.”