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Summary: born from a secret lab experiment, you were a genetic hybrid of Kryptonian and human DNA, a sibling to conner kent. While conner was rescued and welcomed into Superman’s world, you were left behind, a discarded byproduct of lex luther's ambition and clark kent's indifference.

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You were never meant to be a hero.

Lex Luthor made sure of that when he left you behind in this tomb of failed experiments. And Clark Kent—Superman, the man who called himself your father—hadn’t even tried to save you.

The bitterness in your chest feels heavier with each passing moment. You tear your gaze away from the mirror and clench your fists.

“Forget him,” you mutter to yourself. “Forget all of them.”

But forgetting is easier said than done.

You leave Metropolis behind, its bright lights and promises of hope suffocating in their hypocrisy. Your powers carry you far, until the towering spires of Gotham City come into view. The city is a stark contrast to Metropolis—dark, chaotic, and alive in ways you’d never experienced.

It’s here that you encounter Bruce Wayne.

It starts with a misunderstanding. One night, while wandering Gotham’s rooftops, you find yourself in the middle of a skirmish between Batman and a group of thugs. You don’t intervene—at least, not at first. But when one of the thugs pulls a gun, something in you snaps. Without thinking, you throw yourself into the fight, using your powers to disarm the group in seconds.

Batman watches you carefully as the dust settles, his sharp eyes narrowing.

“You’re not from around here,” he says, his tone even but wary.

“Just passing through,” you reply, shrugging.

“Metropolis?” he asks, as if he already knows the answer.

You hesitate, the name twisting in your chest. “Not anymore.”

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You begin working alongside the Batfam, and for the first time, you feel like you belong. Dick becomes a mentor of sorts, helping you channel your anger into something productive. Jason becomes an unlikely confidant, his own troubled past makes him understand your struggles.

But the more you settle into Gotham, the more you feel the weight of your unresolved past.

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(A/n sorry if this is bad)

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So I found a HC by @queff-boi and decided to make this. My tiktok is Skull.in.a.hat if you wanna drop a follow

(This took a criminal amount of time to make💀)

[queff-boi]

Car crash

The reader is gn

This is a part 2 of the car crash headcannons

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The rain was coming down in thick sheets, turning the roads into slick rivers. You knew you should have stayed home, but Ponyboy had needed his copy of Great Expectations for class. Now, driving back from the school, you gripped the wheel tighter, your knuckles turning white as the tires skidded around a sharp corner.

The headlights of an oncoming truck blinded you. The screech of brakes filled the air, and then—

Nothing.

When you came to, your head throbbed, and the world was blurry. You registered the faint sound of voices—familiar voices—and the warmth of strong hands lifting you.

“Y/N!” Darry’s voice was hoarse, panicked. “Stay with me, you hear me?”

“Are they—are they okay?” Ponyboy’s voice cracked, his words tumbling out in a rush.

“They’re breathing,” Sodapop said, though his tone was strained. “Y/N, you scared the hell out of us.”

The ride to the hospital was a blur. Darry sat beside you, his large hand gripping yours so tightly it hurt. Ponyboy sat stiffly in the corner, his face pale, while Sodapop paced the length of the waiting room like a caged animal.

When the doctor finally confirmed that you’d suffered only minor injuries, the tension in the room broke. Darry let out a shaky breath, sinking into a chair. Ponyboy buried his face in his hands. Sodapop laughed—a high, strained sound that didn’t quite reach his eyes.

On the drive home, the silence was suffocating. Then, out of nowhere, Darry spoke.

“You know,” he began, his voice low, “when Mom and Dad…” He trailed off, swallowing hard. “I thought I’d never feel fear like that again. But tonight…”

He didn’t finish, but he didn’t have to. You could see the pain etched into his face, the unspoken memory hanging heavy in the air.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered.

“You don’t have to be sorry,” Ponyboy said quietly, his voice shaky. “We’re just glad you’re okay.”

Sodapop, glanced at you from his spot in the front seat . “Yeah, but you’re not allowed to scare us like that again, alright? Darry’s already got enough gray hairs.”

That broke the tension, a small laugh rippling through the car. But the weight of the night lingered, a reminder of how fragile everything could be—and how fiercely the Curtis brothers loved their family.

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I don’t know how to feel bout this

[queff-boi]

If the curtis reader got into a car crash.

Some short headcannons of the Curtis reader getting into a car crash.

The reader is gn

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Darry Curtis:

Protective Instincts

Darry is especially overprotective, having taken on the role of both parent and older brother. The thought of losing another family member terrifies him.

Darry might freeze for a moment, struggling to push past the memory to focus on the present.

Once he knows his sibling is safe, Darry would likely scold them for being reckless, masking his fear with anger.

Sodapop Curtis:

Sodapop tries to stay upbeat but visibly cracks when someone he loves is in danger. He leans on humor to keep everyone calm, but it’s clear he’s shaken.

Sodapop might cry or become uncharacteristically quiet.

Sodapop would hug them tightly, probably cracking a joke like, “Don’t scare us like that again—you’re supposed to outlive us all!”

Ponyboy Curtis:

Ponyboy internalizes his fears, reflecting on the loss of their parents. He writes poetry or journals to process the emotions, but it doesn’t always help.

Ponyboy might retreat inward, feeling a mix of guilt and terror.

All together:

A car crash, even a minor one, would hit them hard, reopening old wounds. They’d immediately fear the worst, especially since their parents died in a similar manner.

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Sorry this is short I didn’t know what to put

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MAIN MASTERLIST:

Movies:

The outsiders

Mid 90s

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Bands:

Tokio hotel

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