#she's pulling a robin hood you guys

[leoleolovesdc]

The batfamily must be fucking scary. Imagine being alone in the middle of the night picking a lock from some bank you want rob, you hear nothing but you can feel someone watching you. You look around, a bit suspicious but see nothing, however, the feeling doesn’t go away. You hear a light footstep, it sounds just distant enough to be threatening. You wait for someone to appear and try to arrest you but nothing happens. No one comes. You go back to the lock, but the nervousness isn’t letting you do the job right, with that amount of paranoia just before you’re about to give up you can see a dark bat-like figure jumping out of the nearest building, flying down with an inhuman speed and knocking you out. You don’t have time to think, or run, just scream hoping that you won’t die tonight.

[jellofish-plant]

Proof of Existence

Pairing: Jason Todd (Red Hood) x Reader Summary: You were used to waiting up for Jason after patrol, but you weren’t expecting Robin to be the one to climb through your window instead. Damian Wayne is determined to prove that Jason was lying about having a girlfriend, and unfortunately, that means invading your apartment at an ungodly hour. Things only escalate when he calls in reinforcements, and by the time Jason actually arrives, he finds you in the middle of a full-blown Wayne family interrogation.

Warnings: Fluff, sleep deprivation, Batfamily chaos, Jason being grumpy but soft

[Masterlist]

You sighed, rubbing your eyes as you glanced at the clock. 2:37 AM.

Jason was late. Again.

You weren’t exactly worried he was Red Hood, after all but you hated waiting up for him, exhaustion pulling at your limbs while the city lights flickered outside your window.

You barely had time to close your eyes before you heard a rustling noise near the fire escape. Immediately alert, you tensed, but before you could reach for your phone, the window slid open.

A small, caped figure landed silently in your living room.

You blinked. “You’re not Jason.”

Damian Wayne Robin, Gotham’s tiniest menace straightened up, arms crossed over his chest as he scrutinized you with a critical gaze.

“So you are real,” he muttered.

You stared at him, still half-asleep. “Excuse me?”

Damian narrowed his eyes. “Todd claims he has a girlfriend. I assumed it was a delusion. But…” He took a step closer, inspecting you like a rare specimen. “You exist.”

“Uh… yeah?” you said slowly, watching as he started pacing around the apartment.

“This is unfortunate,” he muttered to himself.

You sighed, rubbing your temples. “It’s almost three in the morning, Damian. Did you break in just to confirm I’m not imaginary?”

“I could have waited for Todd to bring you to the Manor, but that would’ve taken forever.” Damian wandered over to the bookshelf, tilting his head as he scanned the titles. “Hmph. Your taste in literature is acceptable.”

“Oh, thank God, I was really losing sleep over that one,” you deadpanned.

Damian ignored you, already moving to your kitchen. He opened the fridge, scowled, then closed it again. “You don’t eat enough protein.”

You groaned, flopping onto the couch. “Jason is going to kill you when he finds out you’re here.”

“Tt. I doubt it.”

Unfortunately, before you could kick him out, he pulled a communicator from his belt.

“You’re not—”

Too late.

“Drake, come in. I have urgent news,” Damian said, voice completely serious.

There was a brief static crackle before a groggy voice responded. “Damian, it’s late. What could possibly—”

“She’s real.”

Silence.

Then—“No f**ing way.”*

You groaned loudly, covering your face with a pillow.

A few minutes later, your front door actually opened, this time with a key Tim Drake, still in his Red Robin suit but looking like he regretted every decision that led him here.

“Oh my God,” Tim breathed, staring at you like he’d just seen a ghost. “Jason actually has a girlfriend.”

“Why does everyone think I’m fake?” you demanded.

Tim grinned. “Because Jason refuses to let us meet you. Honestly, I thought you were just an excuse for him to leave family dinners early.”

Damian huffed. “As if Todd would be clever enough for that.”

You sighed. “Okay. Great. Mystery solved. You guys can leave now—”

Knock knock.

Oh, come on.

The door opened again, and in strolled none other than Dick Grayson—Nightwing himself—looking far too excited for this hour.

“Ohhhh, this is fantastic,” he said, beaming as he took in the scene. “We finally have proof! Jason’s not making it up!”

“I hate all of you,” you grumbled, pulling Jason’s discarded hoodie over your head as if that could make them all disappear.

“Are you being held against your will?” Dick asked, only half-joking.

“No, but I will commit a crime if you don’t let me sleep.”

Before Dick could respond, the window slammed open again.

“What the hell is going on?”

Jason stood on the fire escape, mask half-off, hair a mess, and murder in his eyes.

“Oh, hey, Jason,” Tim greeted casually. “Nice place.”

Jason’s eye twitched. “Are you—why—” He ran a hand down his face, exhaling sharply. “It is three in the goddamn morning.”

“Yes, I noticed,” you said dryly.

Jason turned to you, taking in the way you looked tired, wrapped in his hoodie, blanket half-falling off the couch. His jaw tightened. “Baby, why are you still up?”

You gestured vaguely to the three idiots in your apartment. “Ask them.”

Jason’s glare could’ve set the building on fire. “What the hell are you all doing here?”

“Confirming she’s real,” Damian said simply.

Jason groaned. “Are you kidding me? You—” He pointed at Damian. “Go home. You—” Now at Tim. “Stop enabling this. And you—” Dick raised his hands before Jason could finish.

“Relax, Jaybird,” Dick said, smirking. “We’re just excited to meet the girl you’ve been hiding.”

Jason pinched the bridge of his nose. “I hate all of you.”

“Are you two really dating?” a new voice cut through.

Stephanie Brown Batgirl was standing by the window now, her blonde hair messy from a night’s patrol. She crossed her arms, raising a brow at you. “I’m sorry, but I had to see for myself. I really thought it was just some weird ‘don’t ask, don’t tell’ thing.”

“Oh my God,” you muttered, but you couldn’t help the smile tugging at your lips.

“I’m just here for the popcorn,” Duke Thomas The Signal grinned from the doorway, joining the chaos with his own brand of enthusiasm.

Jason stood frozen, arms crossed, looking like he was about to explode. “This is not happening.”

“Oh, it’s happening,” Dick teased, leaning in and nudging Jason. “You can’t hide her anymore.”

Jason groaned, rubbing his face. “I swear to God…”

“Jason, relax,” you said, trying to calm him down, but your voice still laced with amusement. “Your family’s just a little... excited.”

Jason turned to you, his expression softening just a little. “I’m sorry, baby.” He pulled you close, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “I didn’t expect them to turn up like this, but…” He shot his family one last glare before pulling you closer. “I think I need some alone time with my girlfriend now.”

Everyone groaned in unison.

“You know what, fine,” Tim sighed, pushing himself off the wall. “We’ve gotten the proof we need. No more interruptions. You two have a good night.”

“You guys are the worst,” you muttered, laughing as Jason huffed beside you.

And when they finally filed out, leaving you alone with Jason, you sank back into his arms, letting the chaos of the Batfamily fade into the background.

Jason chuckled softly, kissing the top of your head. “Well, at least they like you.”

You smirked. “Yeah, I think I’ve officially been inducted into the Batfamily now.”

Jason snorted. “They’ll never leave us alone again, will they?”

“Not unless we’re really convincing at family dinners,” you teased.

Jason sighed, but there was a fond look in his eyes. “Maybe we’ll make a run for it next time.”

You laughed softly. “Sounds like a plan.”

[cinnam0ngirlxo]

domestic bliss ✮

j. todd x ex-vigilante f!reader ... headcanons for when it's time to settle down

notes: lots of fluff, established relationship, you both are ex-vigilantes, reader and jason have known each other since robin days

✮ Jason loved having you as his girlfriend, but he had always dreamed of building a life with you, and having children... and he couldn't have that without popping the ring.

✮ He didn't follow Dick's advice— no boring ass sunset proposals or dinners. He proposed at home, while you both were reading (well, re-reading) your favorite romance novel. He knew that you were homebody like him, and that you didn't care for grand proposals. (and yes, it took him days to actually do it)

✮ The wedding is small and intimate; you two were lucky that your lives aren't as publicized like Bruce Wayne's. It was only really the Batfamily and a few other of your superhero friends (and of course, Lian as the flower girl <3)

✮You guys moved away from Gotham, because Jason didn't want to raise his future kids in a city that reeked of crime. Your new home was in a suburb about 45 minutes away from Gotham, just in case there was ever an emergency with the Batfamily

✮ The first thing you guys do right after moving in is buy a kitten. You didn't want to fuck up the whole parenting thing, so you guys decided you would take it in baby steps (that was the excuse you told him)

✮ Inside jokes are a big thing in your relationship. Come on, you guys have known each other since you were fourteen. Even years later, Jason will still find a way to reference Alfred's hidden toupee you guys once found 11 years ago in the basement.

✮ Leaving the vigilante life was hard at first, especially for Jason. he was so conditioned to think like a detective, to move like an assassin, and it was hard to turn his brain off.

✮ So he gets a job, and he does the only other thing he's ever known: fixing vehicles. The pay is nice, he supposes, and the rest of the guys are pretty friendly. You scold him when you see him doing background checks on all of his coworkers (you had tried, but you couldn't take the Red Hood out of him)

✮You were pretty much the same; once you had got your job as secretary at the HR office (Jason urged you to put your psychology degree to good use); you had turned over every electronic device in your office to see if it had been tapped.

✮ You both still had your vigilante costumes stored safely away in the basement of your home. Jason had always kept a gun under the floorboard of the bedroom (you didn't know), and you kept your stash of knives under the floorboard of the living room (he didn't know)

✮Your touch had grounded Jason, and that still hasn't changed. Even when you were out grocery shopping, his hand was always latched onto yours, a silent display of his affection

✮ You two have two little girls, named Elizabeth and Imogen, because you two are avid literature fans, and Elizabeth Bennet was one of Jason's favorite characters.

✮Jason dad is a girl dad to the max: he loves spoiling his little girls, to the point where you have to play bad cop because your husband just turns to mush when it comes to those two

✮He loves reading them books (even when they were in the womb), and I think he'd buy those classic literature books that are simplified for younger audiences

✮ Like just imagine Little Women or The Secret Garden being on your bookshelves, and having nightly readings where your daughters get to ramble about all the March sisters or wonder who's the boy that Mary keeps hearing in Mistlethwaite Manor

✮Bonus that when little Lizzy grows up, she ends up loving Pride and Prejudice

✮ Jason also loves to tell his girls stories about adventure you both had when you were both vigilantes, even pulling out the Red Hood helmet

✮ Your daughters idolized you even more when they found out you two were heroes, and started wearing your old outfits on the daily, playing "hero vs villain".

✮Jason recorded the entire thing, of course ;)

✮When your girls start elementary school, Jason loves to make a whole entrance when picking them up. He loves to pull up to the school in his motorcycle

✮Of course that leads to a herd of kids waddling over to him, admiring him and the motorcycle. He's pretty much earned street cred from a bunch of 5 year olds

✮You two also make sure to be affectionate in front of them, because he read once that it helps shows the kids what a healthy relationship should look like, and he doesn't want any of his girls ever being in any future toxic relationships

✮Both of you swear like a sailor, but you've learned to tone it down after the girls were born. Jason, however, has not.

✮ It's gotten to the point where Lizzy would call her Uncle Roy "asshole" just because that's what her daddy calls him

✮And Imogen is even worse: she once said 'fuck' out loud after tripping and falling in class, which had earned a phone call to you.

✮ "I don't know where she picks that stuff up. We don't swear here," You said into the phone as you glared at daggers at your husband, who just rubbed the back of his neck nervously

A/N: (not edited)

hey guys, i had sm fun writing this! i felt like writing jason some more, and i really believe that jason deserves his happy ending and i just don't think he would stay in gotham if he ever hung up the red hood mantle.

anyways should i write a part 2? i can't think of anything else to write rn but i'd love to write more about this

xoxo, maple <3

[nightingale-prompts]

Ghost Town- DCxDP

𐋅ቹ𐌋የ ፱𐌔 𐌔ቹ𐌍ጋ 𐋅ቹ𐌋የ

It was a distorted message that was sent through the Watchtower's transmitter.

It took a while but they were able to sort out that it was an emergency signal. It took longer to locate it. A solid month.

A small town I'm the middle of nowhere. Amityville. The place was desolate.

The entrance to the town was barricaded with old rotten wood. The streets were empty like one of those zombie movies. Cars were just left in the middle of the road. No one was there.

The place felt off. The sky was constantly overcast and the sun didn't want to shine. The nights, however, were worse.

It was left to Batman, Robin, Red Robin, Flash, and Wonder Woman to handle the situation with the the rest of the main team having to deal with a bigger threat in Star City with Green Arrow. A shame because they needed Superman right now.

They needed to locate survives and quickly. They had lost so much time.

Luck was on their side because they located a signal in a small underground bunker.

The people who were there looked worst for wear but they were alive.

"Thank God you are here! Tell us you can get us out of here." One blond teen boy said frantically.

"We'll do everything we can. Tell us what happened. What happened to this town." Diam said putting a steadying hand on the boy's shoulder.

"It started when a few students went missing. They showed up as bodies the next day. We thought they were these guys in white suits but they up and left so fast. Then the blocked off the exits. Ever since these people in cloaks would just come out at night and hunt us. They took almost everyone." A blonde girl said.

"We don't know who's left." A middle age man said. "We do know that they don't come out during the day at least."

Awful. It sounded like they where being tormented by some kind of gang of serial killers.

They decided to scout out the area and set up to search when night came.

When the sun went down or when they were sure it would be down the hunt began.

There was a rustle in the woods and the sound of feet rushing towards their location. Then they stopped. Then laughter. Then running in several different directions.

Flash went first as he followed the sound. But he realized too late that he was in a race. He couldn't see with who but he heard footsteps that matched his.

"Your pretty fast." The voice said before Flash felt a slash go through his side and a silver flash of a sickle cross his vision.

Back at the bunker, another hooded figure circled back. In their hand they swung a chain scythe by its chain in a circle. They seemed to be waiting as they stood on a tree branch above them.

"What is your goal?! Why are you hunting the people here?!" Diana yelled that the figure.

The figures laughed. Her voice was unmistakable as a young. Then she threw her chained blade at Diana. It missed and hit the ground next to her. As Diana grabbed to the chain to pull the girl down it burned her hand like acid and she let go in a moment of surprise. Then just as quickly the chain was retracted and the tip of the blade nicked Wonder Woman's shoulder and it burned with searing pain.

Poison.

The girl laughed and she fled backwards through the trees and fled. Diana had not real choice but to chase her for the antidote. She knew that Barry would be back any moment and Batman and the Robins still outnumbered the enemy. It was a gamble but Batman nodded and she felt secure enough to go.

Then there was nothing. Not a sound or sign of friend or foe. They guarded the bunker trying to contact the others. They could go after them and leave the bunker unsecured but that seemed to be the goal of the killers.

And there was another. They heard it. Three sets of footsteps.

Damian seemed especially on edge. Tim was struggling to get a signal as every piece of tech he used was only getting static. He had been able to dig up a little info. This whole town seemed to be stuck in the 90s though. He had to use what records could be scavenged from the town hall. Which gave him very little. But he found the start of the killings. Three teens were found dead, presumed murdered on the eve of an important unveiling.

"Hey there." A voice said behind him.

Damian had already drawn his sword as his blade crashed against a heavy reaping scythe.

"Your quick. Not quick enough." The hooded figure said pushing back with enough force to make Damian crash into Tim.

Immediately Batman threw a few batterangs at the figure who waved his scythe and caused them to clatter against the silver blade.

"It's over. We are finished with our work." The figure said with a hint of amusement as he took off his hood at last.

Before them stood a teenage boy with powder white hair and blood stains on his face. The bunker door was open and it was clear that he had already got in and found his targets. They were dead.

He whistled and the other two figures appeared dragging the missing heroes along with them.

"We haven't had a chase like that in forever." Another boy's voice said dragging Flash behind him.

"I thought you said you hated running after them." The girl said dropping the chained up Diana on the ground.

"I started to miss it." The boy shrugged.

"Who are you?" Batman said clenching his fist.

"Eh? Reapers, I guess." The white haired boy said.

"Wait...you guys are those murdered teens. You guys were alive all this time and just murdered everyone in time. It is some kind of vengeance?" Tim accused.

"So nosy." The hooded boy said. "Who cares about that."

"Tuck, be nice. They are just curious." The white-haired boy said nudging his shoulder. "We are just cleaning up. These people are dead already. Long dead. Haven't you realized?"

Suddenly things clicked into place. The town was abandoned. Despite everything the bunker was still fully stocked but untouched. The technology didn't work and was too old to be usable. The city hall didn’t have anything remotely recent. Why had no one been able to escape the town if they couldn't even leave?

But that doesn't make any sense. Who can they talk to dead people? No, this had to be a lie.

But then the figures disappeared and the bunker was empty.

[cloakedsparrow]

Dick: Okay, I think we’re gonna have to do ‘Good Cop, Bad Cop’.

Jason: Yeah. It’s tropey but it works.

Dick: Exactly. Wanna flip for Bad Cop?

Jason: You’re kidding.

Dick: Or we could play Rock, Paper, Scissors, Lizard, Spock?

Jason: Dude, I can’t be Good Cop. I kill people, remember? You can’t kill people and be Good Cop.

Dick: Those were traffickers and mob lieutenants. These are Rogue goons.

Jason: What, like that matters?

Dick: Yes, that matters. They don’t care that you took out some mobsters. They care that you revived the Joker after beating him to death and then let him go.

Jason: I didn’t revive him, I just didn’t let him die yet! And I didn’t let him go either! That was Batman! I was gonna kill the psycho!

Dick: Yeah, well, you still kept him alive and the goons probably know it. Just like they know I was happy to leave him dead when I killed him.

Jason: What?

Dick: You heard me.

Jason: You…?

Dick: Killed the Joker? Yes. I thought he killed Timmy and then when I confronted him, he said your name and…I didn’t stop hitting him until he choked on his own blood.

Jason: Then…how is he still alive?

Dick: Batman revived him.

Jason Fucking what?

Dick: Yeah.

Jason: Well, now I definitely can’t be Good Cop. I’m way to pissed for that shit.

Dick: Well, so am I.

Jason: Fuck.

Dick: Fuck.

Jason: So now whadda we do? Try to beat it outta him?

Dick: No, he'll lock down. That's why I suggested "Good Cop, Bad Cop" to begin with.

Jason: So we need a Good Cop.

Dick: Okay, I’m gonna call Timmy and see if he can come play Good Cop.

Jason: Good plan.

Dick [talking into a secure (& Batman-proof) phone]: Hey, Robin, you busy?

Tim [on speakerphone]: Kinda, yeah. What’s going on? You sound weird.

Dick: Hood and I need to get some intel from a goon, and we’re thinking “Good Cop, Bad Cop” is the way to go but neither of us can pull off Good Cop right now.

Tim: Shit. I’m in Bangkok right now-

Jason: The fuck are you doing in Bangkok?

Tim: Speedy needed help with a thing.

Dick: In Bangkok?

Tim: No. She’s in Korea.

Jason: So, again, why the fuck are you in Bangkok?

Tim: Because Lady Shiva’s here and she’s perfect for what Speedy needs, so I’m calling in a favor she owes me.

Dick: You’re calling in a favor from Lady Shiva because Speedy needs help with a thing in Korea.

Tim: Yep. You got it.

Dick: No, that’s- You say that like it doesn’t require any further-

Tim: Can you hang on for a second? There’s an assassin tailing me.

Dick: Shit. Do you need us to send someone out there?

Jason; Starfire should be done with her thing by now. She's not on your shit list, right?

Tim: No, I like Kori. But I’m good now. My assassin got the other assassin.

Dick: You have an assassin?

Tim: Kinda? She defected from the League of Assassins and is up for hire but she always gives me priority since she feels like she owes me a life-debt.

Dick: Again, you sound like you think that statement doesn’t require any further explanation.

Jason: So you hired your assassin buddy to kill the other assassin?

Tim: What? No. Of course not. She didn’t kill him. We’ll question him later. She never kills on my jobs since she knows I don’t like it.

Dick: What about other jobs?

Tim: That’s her business. We aren’t all control freaks, you know.

Dick: That’s-

Jason: That’s good, Little Red. Good that you have healthy boundaries.

Dick: I have healthy boundaries.

Jason: Sure you do.

Tim: Okay, you’re gonna have to argue that on your own. I’m supposed to help my friends out with something after I get Shiva to help Speedy, but I have to handle this interrogation first. So how about I just send my friends the twenty-five plans I drew up and ask Bunker if he minds helping you out before he joins us? He should be able to get inside Gotham in less than ten minutes.

Jason: Oh, Bunker’s perfect for Good Cop.

Tim: Right? They’ll spill everything and probably give him their grandma’s secret family recipes on top of it.

Dick: Wait. Back it up. You have twenty-five plans drawn up? What are you guys up against?

Tim: Nothing we can’t handle. Young Justice figures, why even bother with a plan B if you aren’t gonna cover the whole alphabet?

Jason: There’s twenty-six letters in the alphabet, Little Red.

Tim: Yeah, but plan Z is always the same, so we don’t bother listing it anymore.

Dick: Is it ‘get an adult’?

Tim: Of course not.

Jason: When you were a Teen Titan, how often did you call in an adult when you probably should have?

Dick: Okay, that’s fair.

Jason: So what’s plan Z?

Tim: ‘Fuck it, we ball’.

Dick: That’s not a pl-

Jason: That’s perfect. I love it.

Dick: No. Don’t encourage him.

Tim: Thanks, Red. So do you want me to ask Bunker about helping you? I’m kinda on a time crunch now.

Jason: Yes, please.

Tim: Okay. He’s on the way. Is there anything else?

Dick: Whe-

Jason: No, we’re good. Have fun storming the castle!

Tim: ‘Kay, bye!

Jason: Bye!

Dick: The fuck-

Jason: Bunker and I can handle the interrogation here and Timmy and his assassin friend are gonna be busy with an interrogation there for a bit. If you take off now, you can probably catch up with him and go all big brother like you’re dying to.

Dick: You sure?

Jason: Yeah, I’m sure me and Bunker can handle this asshole.

Dick: Thank you.

Jason: Yeah, well, you did kill the Joker. That’s gotta count for something, right?

Dick: I’ll tell you all about it after I make sure Timmy doesn’t get himself killed or lose another organ.

Jason: I’ll hold you to- Timmy lost an organ?

Dick [already calling Kori to get him to Tim]: Later. I’m on a time crunch now!

Jason: I’m holding you to that!

Jason: *sighs* No one in this family knows how to share.

[kittyfrisk9]

IdeaDpxDc—There are better ways to meet someone.

Note: Sorry, I don't know English, so please use a translator. I apologize if you don't get the idea.

Dead On Main. Soul mates.

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"Exactly... what does this ring do?" The shining ring was still attached to his finger. This wouldn't worry him if it weren't for the fact that, with each passing minute, the ring emitted more light, and that can't be good.

The cult leader refused to speak. He wouldn't even look at him, seeming particularly attentive to the material the floor was made of. Very funny that now he was scared of him when, an hour ago, he was giving a very cliché speech about how humanity was doomed because it would summon the evil of evils.

It wasn't very smart of him to perform his summoning precisely in Gotham City, home of the Dark Knight.

Red Hood was getting impatient. He placed the hand without the ring on his weapon; if words didn't work, a real threat to his life would. And this didn't really break Bruce's 'no killing' rule because the gun was only loaded with rubber bullets. However, just as he was about to advance and shoot the guy, he saw Batman grab the leader's tunic collar and lift him up.

The man, of course, screamed in fear. "Speak, what does that ring do?" No jokes. Batman's voice was deeper than usual, showing that he was upset, no, rather angry.

Or worried, but Jason could never consider that possibility. For the moment, he was only surprised, although it didn't show through his helmet.

"I-I don't know," the leader replied. Poor guy, he seemed about to cry. Batman, not content, tightened his grip even more; he wasn't willing to tolerate a lie this time.

Red Robin raised an eyebrow. "You managed to gather a bunch of magical artifacts for your summoning and you don't know what they do?"

The man looked away. "No..." The rest of the cult members also looked away. Very brave and stupid of them to all agree to lie to the bats. Jason himself wanted to mock them, but the ring kept shining. He couldn't mock when the ring kept shining and he didn't know what it meant.

From the communications, Robin could be heard. "Tt, this wouldn't be happening if Hood hadn't put on the ring." Jason suppressed a growl.

"Kid, I didn't put on the ring. This thing stuck to me the moment I touched it." It was true. In the middle of the operation to stop the ritual, Jason had pulled the ring, which at that moment was a kind of necklace by the chain that ran through it, from a member who was wearing it. The ring in his hand began to glow and suddenly teleported to his ring finger, then stopped shining. It was when everything calmed down that the ring began to release a different, but constant light.

Approximately ten minutes have passed since then, he thought as he looked at the ring, ignoring all the magical stuff; it was actually a very simple ring. Suddenly, the ring began to blink.

Oh, no. That couldn't be good.

Batman, fed up with the leader's silence and his followers, threw the man meters ahead. "Oracle, call Zatanna now, we need more information about the ring," he ordered as he approached the man who was in pain from the fall. The guy, terrified by the violent aura of the Dark Knight, tried to retreat.

Finally, Nightwing stepped between the man and the brutal beating he would receive if he didn't speak.

"It's okay, B, calm down." With his hand on his father's shoulder, Dick tried to ease the atmosphere. "I understand your concern. We are all worried about what the ring might do to Hood. But we can't let fear and anger control us. Hood is important to all of us. He is our brother, your son. We can't lose our cool now. Let's call Wonder Woman. If no one wants to talk, she can help us with the lasso of truth."

Total silence. Jason didn't know what to say; he didn't think his family would react like this over a blinking ring. That is... he doesn't know. Suddenly, the ring's light began to blink faster.

Batman, after Nightwing's words and seeing the change in the ring, understood that he couldn't waste time with someone who wouldn't talk. "You're right, thank you Nightwing." Looking at the others, he said: "We need to act quickly, we don't know the effects the ring might have on Hood. We need to take him to the cave for a thorough analysis, no discussions." The last part he said looking at Jason. "Until then, don't try to take it off or use it."

Jason scoffed, as if he would.

"Oracle, you heard, call Diana. Red Robin and I will take care of the rest of the cult. Nightwing, take Red Hood to the cave." Batman began giving orders as he reached the leader and began dragging him towards the rest of his cult. The leader, in a failed attempt, tried to resist. "Agent A, please prepare a stretcher. Understood?"

Everyone nodded.

On the other hand, the touching speech and the strange family moment of the bats seemed to soften the heart of a girl from the cult, who in a whisper said: "The ring, nothing will happen to him." Although she spoke quietly, everyone present heard her.

The leader, panicking that the information would be revealed, exclaimed: "Catrina, shut up!" However, he was struck by Batman, who was already fed up with the guy.

"What do you have to say about the ring?" he asked.

The woman hesitated to speak. "We thought of using the ring to subdue the king of the dead and make him listen to our orders..." She paused, not knowing how to continue. "There is a real legend about the ring. A long time ago, a witch wanted to know who her soulmate was, so she created the ring. This allows one to be guided to their soulmate through the red thread. I think everyone already knows what the red thread is." Nervous, she looked around. Only Nightwing nodded, and that was enough for her to continue telling. "Well, the witch's red thread connected with a prince. Unfortunately for everyone, the prince was not happy that his soulmate was a witch. So he had her killed." The girl looked at her hands; that part of the story was sad. "The witch was angry, but still wanted her soulmate to accept her, so she rewrote the ring's original purpose. It was no longer something that united you with your soulmate, but now it was something that allowed you to subdue your soulmate... uh, this." She pointed to a book that was lying in a corner. "With another spell, in fact, it can be used to subdue anyone, even a king of the dead."

With the whole story already told, Red Robin asked: "So, what is the ring doing to Red Hood?"

"It's tracking his soulmate. I... didn't get to put the other spell on it. I could only activate the ring's primary function. Your brother will be fine."

That definitely changes things. Jason swore he could hear his heart beating. A soulmate, wow. He admits he's read many romance novels and maybe once dreamed of it, but for it to actually happen, wow.

Suddenly, the ring stopped blinking. Five seconds later, everyone saw a red thread shoot out from the ring's gem. It quickly moved in one direction, went through the wall, and kept going. The process was like a fishing rod when it catches a fish.

"Does this mean it already found its soulmate?" Red Robin asked. Astonished by the red thread, he tried to touch it but his hand went through it; apparently, the thread was intangible to anyone else.

"Yes," the cultist also seemed astonished.

Jason felt a look on him, turned, it was his brother. Oh no, not that look, he knew that smile; Dick would tease him so much in the coming days. For his part, Batman sighed in relief. Well, it wasn't such an extreme danger, but it was still dangerous. "Agent A, cancel the stretcher." He never imagined this would mean a soulmate case. "Oracle, don't cancel the call to Zatanna or Wonder Woman, we need to verify the information. We'll stay here until the police arrive."

How nice it would be if everything ended like that, right? With Dick joking with Jason, Tim analyzing the thread, Barbara laughing at the turn of events, Bruce relieved and Damian surprised. However, one must remember the story.

The witch changed the ring's original purpose. Unexpectedly, the thread began to retract, as if it had caught something. It did so so quickly that Jason grabbed his hand in pain. It was then that everyone had a bad feeling. The wall the thread had previously passed through suddenly exploded, the noise and dust alerting everyone, especially when once the chaos disappeared, something horrific could be seen.

An arm. A fucking arm. Apparently freshly torn from its owner. Oh, no. What did it do to his soulmate?

...

Somewhere else in the world, somewhere in the United States, Danny gasped in pain. What the hell? What was that? Ancients! Where is his arm?

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Note: Sorry, I don't know English, so please use a translator. I apologize if you don't get the idea.

Edited on 06/21/2024 - Note two: Thanks to redflagshipwriter, who continued this idea below. And to Sakuravalelp who made me laugh with the complement.

[lazerswordweilder]

Personally I think the Justice League not knowing Batman had kids would be more bad at social things Batman rather than paranoid Batman and they found out like this:

Justice league, minus Batman: *walks into the meeting room*

Superman: *freezes*

Green Lantern: what’s wrong?

Superman: …Batman. Why do you have three heart beats and why is one of them a cats?

Batman: *throws cape over his shoulders revealing Damian sleeping on his lap and a cat sitting on his lap* this is Robins cat Mr Whiskers

Flash: you have a side kick?!

Batman, confused because he thought they knew: no? I have a team?

Wonder Woman: a team?

Batman: Nightwing, Red Hood, Red Robin, Robin, Batgirl, Signal- I thought you guys knew this *pulls out his wallet and pulls 50+ family photos out of that* how did you not? Have none of you pick pocketed me? *the Robins always steal his stuff and he assumes that both his teams do the same things*

Superman: I’m sorry, what?

Batman: how did you not know?

Green Arrow: well you don’t exactly talk about your life

Batman: yeah but you should’ve figured it out, I give figuring out your guys secret identities out as things to do when the Robins are bored. Who did you think looked after Gotham when I couldn’t?

Flash: I thought your power was being two places at once?

Batman: ??? I don’t have powers?

Everyone: WHAT

Batman: I never have?

Superman: how are you such a good fighter then?

Batman: I trained for two decades?

Flash: what.

Green Arrow: wait, why did you call them ‘the Robins’ I thought there were only two Robins?

Batman: well they were all Robin at some point, most of them anyways. Dick was the first Robin, then he became Nightwing. A while after that I found Jason and he became the second Robin, he died and then got resurrected and became a crime boss for a while and changed his name to Red Hood. And while Jason was dead Tim showed up and became Robin, Tim became Red Robin. And Damian is the current Robin.

J’onn: why do you call them by their real names, I know you know everyone’s secret identities but isn’t that rude?

Batman: what do you mean? They’re my kids? I’ve adopted all of them?

Everyone: WHAT

Superman: Wait, circle back. One of your kids got resurrected and is a crime boss

Batman: he isn’t bad, he just isn’t offically part of the team anymore but we still work togther all the time-

Flash: offically? What is there a list on the Gotham police website.

Batman: yes, it can be wrong sometimes though, they thought Batgirl was my sidekick way before I actually started training her. It took me a while to realise I couldn’t convince her to stop crime fighhting.

Green Lantern: you don’t make them when you adopt them?

Btman: NO! She was like 12! I don’t make kids fight! She wouldn’t stop and it would be mroe dangerous to leave her without proper gear or any way to call for help, and I didn’t want Nightwing to fight when I adopted him he chose to himself and when I said no he went out after Zacoo anyways, and I found Jason stealing my tires so he already knew I was Batman-

[provecfy]

The batfam is sitting around the cave for patrol routes on the 24th (crime doesn't stop for Christmas Eve), when Batman breaks the news towards the end,

Batman: And, finally, there has been an intel breach at the North Pole, so the Justice League has decided to assign Orphan as Father Christmas' bodyguard for the night.

A beat of silence.

Nightwing, unimpressed: Is this a joke for the holidays?

Batman: I am serious. We would assign a flying hero to escort him throughout the night, but we believe a silent and skillful bodyguard would be better, so we moved for Cassandra.

Red Robin: I'm gonna give it to you, B, it's the first time I've seen you commit so hard to a prank, but nobody believes you.

Batman, dropping the Justice League approved files on Father Christmas in front of Cassandra:

Robin, raising from his seat in alarm: So all of those times you said you were gonna call Santa Claus to tell him I was being rude to my siblings-!

Batman: It was true. Everybody knows all the parents have Father Christmas' phone number. *Spoiler raises a hand.* Not your parents, I have been given the responsibility of informing him of your actions even though you're not my legal child. I speak of you better than you think I do.

Orphan, still a bit surprised: Why me?

Batman: He asked for you, ask him yourself, and cheer up. Even if it's for a mission, you're gonna meet Father Christmas.

Highlights of the Christmas Mission:

Father Christmas apologizes to Cass when he sees her, and tells her he has been trying to reach her to give her presents for years. He tells her none of what happened to her was her fault and that she has never been on the naughty list. Not a single year.

Cassandra gets to hug Santa.

Tim and Steph go to the Toys Factory in the North Pole to find the breach.

The North Pole's privage intranet is codified on the soundtrack of Christmas Walmart movies. Tim takes three gulps from spiked egg nog and begins a holiday-theme musical hack battle against the mole.

Steph keeps trying to unionize the elves as a joke but halfway through the night she starts finding actual issues created by some mean-spirited middle-manager and slowly gets more and more serious about the union.

Robin keeps talking to Nightwing about Santa in front of criminals and they all look at Nightwing like "does the kid not know" and Robin keeps insisting that Santa is real and his father talks with him on the phone but nobody believes him.

Red Hood hears about everything and now that he knows Santa is real keeps trying to speak politely to people and doing nice things in efforts to get back on the nice list before Christmas.

He gets Charcoal anyway.

Babs gets a message towards the end of the night. Cass has managed to get a selfie with Santa and her nineteen late Christmas presents after beating the bad guy.

Signal finds out that all the Christmas lights through the street illuminate the street to the degree he can pull all of his day shift shenanigans at night.

Every time he has to fight someone throughout the night he just yells "Holiday Attack!" and flashes them in the face with industrial levels of festive red and green light.

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Future Lover - Chapter 2- Jason Todd x Reader

Synopsis: Trying to make it in Gotham, you are dragged clawing and screaming into a time travel mess with a man who claims to be your future husband.

Author’s Note: still messing around with the formatting of these posts, please bear with me! I've seen a lot of authors on here who have such amazing aesthetics, tryna figure mine out lol

So this fic was actually inspired by this post, by @cipheress-to-k-pop.

Thank you so much for your awesome writing and support :)))). Please go check them out!

And thank you to everyone who liked/reblogged/commented on my last post, it means a whole lot. I'm planning on expanding this into a whole chaptered work, so watch this space!

Also, in this chapter I had to write a fight scene, which I've never done before, so please bear with me <:)

Content: Blood, mention of injuries, violence. nothing too gore-y though.

Word Count: 2.7k

No Grammarly we die like men

The tunnel was cold, dark, and loud. The echoes of a battle commenced, requests for support, and slang that you couldn't understand, let alone fully hear, echoed through the eight-lane tunnel. You could barely see a thing, but you could feel the man holding you. His chest was heaving; he’d clearly been running and exerting himself. His breath was warm, and his armour cold. A thin sheen of sweat coated his face, and he licked the sweat from above his top lip. 

He grinned, almost stupidly, at you, before gently putting you on the ground. His bright eyes, one blue, and one bright green, stared down at you, with an unreadable but almost elated expression, before he pulls you aside to hide you both behind a small sedan. It was then you realised your mouth was agape. You quickly closed it.

“Hey, so, here’s the plan. You’re gonna have to wait here, and I’m gonna deal with these guys, and then I’ll explain everything, okay? Take you somewhere real nice, okay, ma?” His voice is low and mature, and a little bit husky, but he speaks to you with a boyish familiarity. A tone that confuses the hell out of you.

You just stare at him, wide eyed like an owl. No words leave your mouth, which has again fallen open. He stared back with a soft lopsided grin, panting. His hand reaches up to click his muzzle on, goggles attached, and when you look into his eyes again they are obscured by white lenses. He speaks again, his voice different under the mask.

“Hah. Yeah, okay. I’ll see you real soon, okay?”

And just like that, he was gone. And you were left staring at the concrete where he had crouched in front of you just seconds ago.

What the hell?

Your impending mental spiral is interrupted by a jarring screech somewhere to your left, but the car blocks your view. Not even thinking to mentally prepare yourself, you peer over the red sedan, and your eyes catch another car, skidding along the road of the tunnel, sending sparks flying. 

In front of you, the scene is chaos. The man who caught you, nowhere to be seen amidst the darkness. But you can see some familiar symbols. Red Robin, perched atop a white van that has toppled to its side, holds his hand to his ear and seems to be contacting someone.

You catch a glimpse of the deep plum cloak of Spoiler, as she flips and ducks, perfectly dodging some incoming arrows. Those arrows, where are they coming from? It’s hard to tell, as the shooter seems obstructed from your view behind another car, and it’s even harder to tell when Red Robin tosses in a smoke bomb, right into the middle of it all.

You blink and cough slightly, your eyes and throat burning slightly from the smoke, but you remain glued to the hood of the car, by the right front wheel; your front row seat to all the action. Your eyes dart to the right, seeing the opportunity to leave, sprint to the tunnel’s bright exit, but you hesitate. The man who caught you told you to stay put. You should, right? I mean, he’s a trained hero, he knows what he’s doing.

But as the smoke continues to billow out, and the sounds of violence continue, your resolve to stay falters. You make one last glance back at the battlefield, then run, low and fast, to hide behind a car nearer to the exit.

You trip and stumble, your kitten heels catching on the rough concrete, and careen forward, nearly faceplanting on the ground. The road shreds your knees and hands, tearing through the fabric of your pants, and you hiss and cry out in pain.

Fuck! I’m in the open, I gotta keep going!

You hobble to rest behind the car in front of you, and take a deep breath, trying to steel your nerves. Always so damn uncoordinated. Then you get back onto your feet, and carry on with your escape.

Keeping low and trying to stay calm, you cast glances backwards to make sure there aren’t any arrows or flying cars heading in your direction, and go again, this time to a smaller green hatchback. 

Huffing, you’re already a little out of breath and you lean up against the car, trying to catch your breath a little. Man, I have gotta cut down on the smokes after this is all over.

FFSSHHHH-VUMP!

Your head shoots up, towards the sound of an impact into the tunnel wall a few feet behind you. It’s a batarang, lodged into the side of an arrow, piercing the concrete, and glueing the two to the wall. But you can see a small light from the head of the arrow, pulsing, faster and faster. Your eyes bulge and your heart lunges, beating so hard against your ribcage you feel like a human drum. Instinct takes over, and faster than your brain can comprehend, you’ve tucked into yourself and have wrapped your arms around your head. Squeezing your eyes shut, you brace for impact, vibrating like a mouse’s heartbeat. 

“Oh, shit, shit, shit! Stay down!”

You feel the crash of another body into yours, arms wrapping tightly atop your head, kevlar plate pressed against your back-

BOOM!!

Heat envelops you, and your hair whips around your face wildly, like a thousand tiny thorned whips. Your skin burns slightly. As quickly as it started, its over. And then, a loud high pitched whining, and the feeling of… stuff, on your face. You open both eyes, and everything feels tight and loud. Your scraped and bleeding knees are pulled up to your chest, and you can see the bright green paint of the car your cower next to, and the wheel. Your breathing, rapid and pulsing, becomes your main focus, and you try to slow it down. I think I survived that…

You feel the body behind you stir, too. Large arms turn you around to face a broad chest, and you can hear muffled speaking, though it’s inaudible, under the loud white noise that now invades your head. Hands brush along your face, and you feel the grainy dust get swept away under gloved hands.

“-light……-ay here, okay?.....-ay…. Hey! -an you hear me? Hey!”

You look up at him, blinking the dust and debris from your eyes, but you don’t respond. It’s the same guy as before…. Red muzzle, white lenses, red hood. He’s looking at you, his hands placed on your shoulders, crouched between you and the blast. Your back rests against the side of the car, and you tilt your head back, sharp knives of pain shooting through your skull. It feels like someone has popped a balloon inside your head.

At least the white noise is subsiding.

“Hey! Focus up! I need you to stay with me, okay?”. Red Hood declares to you again, his voice slightly muffled by the mask, but audible all the same.

His voice is different this time. Still deep, and a bit gravelly, but less so than before. He sounds almost... younger?

“I’m here, okay. I can hear you”, you confirm, nodding softly, scrunching your face up in an effort to combat the headache you know is coming.

“Okay, good. Thought we had a bigger problem there, tha’s good.” He replies, shoulders relaxing just a touch. “We’re gonna need to get you outta here, okay? So you’re coming with me.”

You look up at him with furrowed brows, confused once again.

“But you said to stay put?”

He looks down at you, and behind the mask you can see his confusion.

“No, I didn’t-” He sighs, exasperated. “We don’t have time for this.”

He grabs you by the arms and hoists you to your feet, and now the both of you are standing, bent slightly to hide behind the hatchback. Your legs tremble like a newborn deer, and you look down to lightly brush some gravel out of your scraped and bleeding palms.

He peers over the hood of the car, to observe the battle ahead of you, and you follow suit. Spoiler and Red Robin hunch behind a flipped car, Spoiler holding onto Red Robin’s side. He’s bleeding.

A flash of electric blue, and you see Nightwing, with Robin in tow, running full pelt at a young man. He stands, chest puffed out, wearing dark combat clothes and hoisting a taught bow, firing multiple rapid-fire arrows that explode around Nightwing and Robin’s feet. But they’re too nimble, and he is forced to use his bow to parry Nightwings sticks.

Robin, meanwhile, is busy dodging a motorcycle that is hurled towards him. A few feet from him stands a young woman, with glowing blue eyes. Her hands are outstretched, clutching the air, and you can see now that she’s got some sort of superpower. She grunts and shrieks, but you can’t quite make out what she says.

You turn to face Red Hood, who observes the scene with a heaving chest. 

“W-what do we do?” You ask, still a bit dizzy.

He turns to face you. From this angle, the way he towers over you, he looks a bit like a rabid dog, or a wolf. His mask lenses are bleach white, and the muzzle bloody red. His hood, draped over his crown, barely covers his sweat-drenched hair, which sticks to his forehead.

“We’re gonna run, alright? I’m gonna get’chu to the mouth of the tunnel, then you’re gonna keep running, got it?” 

You barely even get the chance to react, before you notice the hatchback being lifted into the air. The shiny green car levitates towards the ceiling of the tunnel, and for a moment everything slows down.

A young woman’s voice rings out.

“Guess I’m gonna have to kill your girl again, Hood!”

It’s not taunting, more reverent and threatening than anything, and it’s followed by a howling response from a man.

“Don’t you fucking dare, Ophidia!” 

And your eyes track the voice. The first, from the young woman you saw deflecting Robin before. She’s closer to you now, and you can see her more clearly now. She’s young, younger than you, and lanky like a teenager. She’s frighteningly skinny, with pale blonde hair and even paler skin. Her eyes, glazed like pools of milk, stare at you and Red Hood, and the 1.5 ton car that floats above the two of you, with a look that can only be described as entranced, like she’s witnessing something holy.

The second voice rings out again.

“Get her away! Now!”

That voice, familiar in a way, comes from the man who caught you from your fall before. Red Hood. His familiar worn red muzzle and white-lensed mask adorn his face, but you can hear the panic and tension in his voice. His command is for Red Hood, who stands beside you. The man continues running towards Ophidia, guns drawn, and every muscle in his body seems driven to overpower and disarm the deranged young woman.

WHOOSH!

The car comes hurtling down, and in a split second the Red Hood beside you has pulled you away and down, and you’ve crash-landed onto his chestplate, adorned with the signature red bat-symbol.

CRUNCH!

The green hatchback is no more.

Glass and metal shatter around you, but you feel his gloved hands covering your head as he tucks and curls you behind him. Two-for-zero on the amount of times Red Hood has shielded me with his body in the past five minutes. God, I just wanna go home.

A shard of glass nicks your ear and you can move under the weight of Red Hood’s arms. But you don’t have to, because in a split second he’s scooped you up into his arms and is running full pelt towards the exit of the tunnel, only to screech to a halt as another car comes crashing down in front of his path. He whips his neck around, desperately trying to get you out of this. Your arms tighten around his neck.

“Shit, shit, shit.”

But you hear the whistling, whipping sound of fabric, and the both of you look towards the sound.

Batman. 

Oh, thank fuck.

Perched atop an SUV that has somehow managed to stay on all four wheels, he blends well with the shrouded darkness of the tunnel. But you can see his lenses, white ovals poking from underneath the cowl, as he squints at the adversaries his team faces.

“B!” Red Hood, the one who has you in his arms, calls out. His chest puffs out, in confidence and relief.

Batman looks over to us, nods solemnly, then launches himself towards the girl. From your position in Red Hood's arms, you watch as he completely overwhelms her in a flurry of tactical manoeuvres, all whilst dodging arrows from her counterpart. Supported by Nightwing, and Robin, the two of them are pushed further and further back, until the young man cries out.

“Ophidia, retreat!”

The response that comes is harsh and whiny.

“Felix, I’m not gonna-”

“Ophidia, we’re not gonna win this, we gotta go!”

She growls, then, like she’s pulling out the last trick she knows, reaches her hands to the ceiling, fingers crooked like claws. The concrete ceiling of the tunnel collapses, creating an explosion of rubble and pale dust that fills the air. You tuck your head into Red Hood’s chest, shielding yourself from the noise and debris. The dust settles quickly, and the two are gone.

Red Hood puts you gently on the ground, then breathes deeply. He looks down at you, a hand still on your back, steadying you.

“You alright?”

You look back up at him, blinking, and still in a bit of shock. You nod, slowly.

“Yeah, yeah. I think I’m okay.”

A figure comes running towards you, and you have to make a double take. He’s… wearing the exact same outfit as the Red Hood that stands beside you.

“Hey, sweetheart, you alright?” He pants out as he reaches you, and you have to glance between him and the hero that stands to your left, hand still placed on your back. It’s a bit disconcerting to be asked the same question…. twice.

The Red Hood beside you is the first to speak.

“Hey man, thanks for your help back there, but we’re not looking for copycats. So, kindly fuck off.”

The Red Hood in front of you, chuckles beneath the mask.

But before he can respond, Batman’s footsteps approach the three of you.

“Someone needs to explain this situation to me right now.” He states, gruffly. His voice, smooth in its commanding presence, brings a mixture of fear and awe to your chest. You stare at the looming Bat in front of you with wide eyes. Your mouth refuses to speak in such a presence. For some reason I feel like I’m in trouble.

The Red Hood next to you pipes up again. With a tone that tells you he’s totally and utterly done, he addresses Batman.

“It’s nothin’ serious, B, just another fanboy. I’ll sort him out.” 

“HAH! Fanboy? You wish, squirt.” The other Red Hood quips back, clearly smiling beneath the mask. Before anyone can respond, he flicks back the hood, and removes the mask from his face with one hand, letting it hang against his chest. It’s the man that caught you from your leap from the bus before. His hair, sweat-heavy and stuck to his forehead, same as it was before. Raven black, with a snow white streak in the front, salty flecks of white and grey throughout his hairline, showing his age. Crows feets, and the scars of many battles crease his sharp and defined face. Heterochromia; one ocean blue eye, one a radioactive green.

The Red Hood beside you stiffens. So does Batman.

“What the fuck?” Red Hood blurts out.

“Yeah. Still a fanboy?” Red Hood replies, arrogantly.

Your eyes dart from one reaction to another, and Red Hood removes his hand from your back. 

“Jason?” Batman murmurs, mouth slightly agape, showing slivers of pearly white teeth.

“The one and only!” The older Red Hood stretches his arms out, like a jester in a royal court, and puff his chest out proudly. “Well, not anymore.” He grins to the Red Hood who stands beside you.

“What the fuck, man! Put your mask back on, she’s a civilian, she can’t know what I look like.” The Red Hood beside you scolds him, incredulously. 

“Now why would I wanna hide my face from my lovely wife, huh?” The older one replies.

Silence.

“What?!” You and Red Hood shout in sync.

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DCxDP Prophecy Universe Part 2

Part 1

Damian glared at the envelope. He and Father were in the process of analysing the letter for any signs of toxins, explosives or other traps. Obviously he wasn’t fool enough to open a missive from a questionable source without taking precautions. So far, all their scans had come up empty. Literally. The letter was defying all their attempts at chemical or spectroscopic testing, x-ray and magnetic resonance scans were inconclusive, it defied all properties of ordinary matter. It was frustrating. It was vexing. He was blaming magic.

For all intents and purposes, the letter looked like ordinary paper, with an ordinary wax seal, bearing the initials CW. The looping handwriting addressing it to Damian was precise and neat. Swiping the surface of the letter for chemical traces yielded no results. When Damian had tried to cut off a corner of the paper for analysis it had resisted all attempts, including a laser and a diamond headed cutting tool. Damian’s only satisfaction was that when Father had grunted and taken over the task from Damian, he had no more success than his son. As if Damian didn’t know how to perform the standard array of tests!

It certainly didn’t help that his siblings wouldn’t stop their incessant chattering!

“I’m just saying, ghosts wouldn’t be the weirdest thing we’ve encountered, Red. I’m not sure it would even make my personal Top 5.”

It seemed gossip among heroes travelled faster than the speed of light.

“Really, Nightwing? Ghosts? It’s far more likely to be a meta with something to hide. Or a few screws loose.” Damian could practically hear the eyeroll in Drake’s voice “And since when do ghosts act as glorified mailmen?”

“I don’t know Red, since when do aliens pretend to be Kansas farmboys? C’mon, we deal with magic users all the time!”

“And lets not forget people coming back from the dead” Red Hood interjected over the open comm line.

“Magic is just science we don’t understand yet. Any sufficiently analysed magic becomes indistinguishable from science!”

“B, a little help here?”

“Hn” Father straightened up from his position at the lab table “Oracle, any progress on clearing up the footage from Robin’s mask?”

Grayson threw up his hands with a frustrated huff while Drake smirked.

“The program is almost finished rendering. Whatever scrambler they used did a real number on the video quality. I’m surprised the audio is as clear as it is.” Oracle replied.

“Hn. And the isotope tracer on the money?”

“Sorry B, no hits on the local sensors. Wherever the guy went it’s either outside Gotham or shielded somehow.” she said, mildly frustrated.

“Maybe it’s ghost magiiiiic” Drake sing-songed. Grayson lightly cuffed the back of his head, to which the former Robin responded with a firm shove. Their interaction quickly devolved into a childish tussle.

Damian gave an annoyed huff. “Don’t you two imbeciles have anything better to do?”

“Aww, we’re just here to look out for our baby brother!” Nightwing teased.

“Yeah, we gotta make sure your ghost encounter didn’t leave any lasting psychological damage!” Red Robin added.

Before Damian could retaliate for their needling, Oracle chimed in. “Uh, guys? You’re going to want to see this. Most of the footage was corrupted beyond repair, but I was able to pull some partial stills and, well…” she threw a handful of pictures up on the screen. There was artifacting marring them, but parts of the stranger were visible in each of them. Oracle magnified one that had a pretty good view of his face.

“Holy shit” Drake whispered.

Damian frowned. “What?”

“Dami, he looks like you. Just… older.” Grayson said softly.

“What are you talking about?” Damian snapped.

“Disregard the pale colouring for a second. The nose, the chin… he looks like you if you had a growth spurt,” Drake wrinkled his nose “and went through puberty.”

The commlines erupted into chaos. 

“Wait, wait, wait,” Spoiler exclaimed “are you telling me there’s an older version of Robin running around Gotham?!”

“Copy?” Batgirl inquired.

“Don’t tell me Talia cooked up Demon Brat 2.0!”

“Given that he looks older it’s more likely version 0.1 if anything,” Drake snarked, “though there’s the possibility of artificially accelerated growth rates…”

Damian had had enough. “Tt. You are ignoring the obvious - if this is some kind of supernatural entity it likely copied aspects of my appearance in an attempt to engender feelings of familiarity.” he said haughtily, pushing down the uncomfortable churning in his stomach. There was no way Mother would replace him with a cheap copy. She couldn’t! “Besides, the creature has obvious powers and neither of my bloodlines has any trace of the meta gene.”

“That’s ignoring the ghostly elephant in the room.” Grayson chimed in, “Maybe it’s a dead ancestor?”

Drake gave their older brother an annoyed look “Even a time travelling descendant from the future is more likely than that. And delivering a ‘prophecy’ to boot?”

Oracle pulled up an aged up picture of Damian next to the stranger’s, highlighting several reference points. “On closer inspection, there’s a couple of discrepancies. The cheekbones for one - Robin definitely takes after his mother, while our mystery meta looks more like… well… Robin’s grandmother on the paternal side.” she finished hesitantly. “B?”

They turned to look at Batman, who had remained silent during the whole exchange. If they hadn’t known him so well they would have thought him unaffected, but the tightening around his mouth betrayed his agitation.

“There’s no use in pointless speculation until we have more data to work from,” he growled, “Oracle, look for any reports of a meta matching the target. Since our regular methods have failed to yield results, I will contact the JLD about running tests on the letter.” He turned to Drake, “Red Robin, see what you can find on recent League activities. If this is another scheme by Ra’s or Talia we need to know about it.”

“The last thing we need is more demon spawn running around!” Red Hood groaned over the comms.

Damian was furious. This was absurd! To even indulge the possibility that that creature was in any way related to him was making him feel like he had swallowed battery acid. He was the Demon’s Heir! He was not replaceable! There was only one thing to do.

“Robin? Stop!”

He ignored his Father’s shout. He stomped over to the lab table, snatched up the envelope and broke the seal.

Nothing happened.

He unfolded the paper and saw the same handwriting that had been on the outside.

Brother of blood, brother of soul

Never buried but already mourned

In lightning and ice the scorned child returned

To strike down the Demon’s Head

With all that Death earned

Damian’s hand shook. He reread the lines over and over again, refusing to comprehend. He could feel his Father standing behind him, scrutinising the letter as well.

“Son…”

Suddenly, the paper burst into green flames, going up into smoke that dissipated unnaturally quickly.

Silence reigned for a few moments. Then…

“Well that was needlessly melodramatic” Nightwing remarked.

Part 3

[marsprincess889]

Intuitive messages

Pick a group

This is for particular collectives and it may or may not be for you. You'll know if it is.

Calm your mind and go with the one that has the strongest but the most effortless pull.

Group 1:

Signs: trees, robin birds, archery, female characters from greek mythology, color red, short hair, dancing to playlists in your room, outdoors, have gone to woods recently or are planning to, plants, black headphones, red scarf or gloves, Pride and Prejudice, Robin Hood, sailing, Inej from Six of Crows(Grishaverse), green and brown, gracefulness, Red(Taylor's Version), USA, Canada. Names Bailey, Martha and Mary. INFP, ISFJ, ENFP, ENFJ, ISFP. Nakshatras: Ardra, Vishakha, Magha, Anuradha.

I had to write this quickly, I have not even chosen the pic for this group yet as I'm writing this.

Bailey, Martha and Mary(and variations of Mary) are the names I got.

Some things about you: you are a lighthearted person, most likely sweet and protective of your loved ones. I think you've recently come to terms with some repressed thoughts, feelings or general parts of yourself that you have been avoiding. It's like it gradually came into your conciousness, slowly then all at once.

"Bury the dirt and move on"

To be honest I'm just getting feelings and images/visuals, like scenes from what is happenning, but I have no idea what this sentence means yet.

Self-worth and wrapping up a cycle are playing into this. They are why this is happenning.

Have you ever felt that feeling when you're angry but you're happy that you're angry? It's like you feel euphoric because you feel like yourself again. And it also feels like aligning, effortless movement and relief. This is what I think you're feeling.

Scenario one: a guy(or a person of any gender, mostly I'm getting a guy) has dissapointed you and even though it hurt, you kind of knew it and now you feel like you can let him go in peace and joy.

Scenario two: family and friends have taken you for granted and now you feel like they're all missing out on you, but you start to feel better about it, even great, and you're doing perfect without them. You think, "their loss". Or, you're about to distance yourself from them to live your life as you want to.

Scenario three: you've experienced devastating pain regarding relationships or a relationship, most likely a friendship or something romantic. You feel sort of numb but slowly and surely you're gaining strength from it. This might have happenned recently or it feels fresh, or it just got reactivated, like, you've remembered what it feels like not long ago, maybe you've just started to proccess it now, maybe you realized something crucial about it recently.

One thing: prepare. Something is going to happen that moves you over to this next stage in your life. It's largely out of your control. It can look like nothing at all on the outside, but you're going to feel different. You will start to feel like you're respecting yourself more.

Images I'm getting that might be symbolic or meaningful for you, interpret them as you want/feel like💕:

At first I got you dancing in the woods with bare trees, with a house or cottage nearby. Do you have short straight black hair? Are you short?😄 do you have pale skin and small black eyes? Do you wear a red scarf, white coat/jacket and black headphones? I'm seeing you making tik toks?? This is the feeling that I talked about, about embracing your repressed feelings or thoughts.

I also got an image of a girl/woman with a different appearance practicing archery with a focused, determined, serious gaze.

Next I saw a ship sailing and a young woman there, looking like she turned a new page in her life, like she's decided on something.

This might be a message on how to handle those emotions, which I think for most of you, is mostly consistent of anger.

Don't let it consume you, but do not ignore it either, no matter how uncomfortanle it seems, no matter how much you think it'll halt your life, it's better to utizile it. It's actually your strength.

You're focused on something, determined and resolute.

Eyes on the horizon, mind hooked on that one thing.

It'll come, it'll go, it'll be_ what I got for your near future(?).

Basically, it is going to happen.

Yes, it's in your mind already, boiling inside or freeing you, it'll be real anyways. I don't know what it is though. Literal explanation would be travel, moving, adventure.

Power and freedom_ keywords for you.

I keep seeing a beautiful but extremely focused and serious gaze. You are not playing around.

I think you have prayed or tried to connect with God/universe/universal love, whatever you think or suspect is there. You've been reminiscing, and you're ready. For what, I still don't know. Something is going to happen that will feel relieving.

Someone here is going to recieve a gift that will make them absolutely ecstatic. Something about gold is connected to this. If not ecstatic, then you will at least be content, because I think it will have meaning for you, for most of you, symbolic. Something about wings is also symbolic.

Group 2:

Signs: gold earrings, white flowers, blonde hair, blue eyes, birds, bear, perfumes, roses, flocks of birds, pomegrantes, getting picked up by parents, nostalgia, boyfriend, UK(esp England), Brighton(in England), songbirds, bird sounds in the morning, swamps, creeks, turquoise. ESFJ, ESFP, ISFJ, ENFP, ISTP, ENFJ. Nakshatras: Chitra, Anuradha, Swati, Mula, Ashwini, Punarvasu.

Disclaimer: if this is not resonating, then you can stop reading, but if it is and you think you can take some constructive criticism, then stay.

I am getting the energy of a young girl or a woman who... basically representns "a spoiled brat" archetype. It might have only been a day or an hour or a small phase in the past, but whatever the situation, this is the energy I'm getting.

Also to note two of the nakshatras I listed above, Chitra and Ashwini: negative manifestation of their energies can lead to that behavior.

Anyways, I'm also getting this feeling of bottled up guilt and sadness about to burst.

If you have been cruel to someone and feel like it's way too late to apologize, then you should go do just that. It's either not late at all or the relief after apologizing will be healing in and of itself.

You have to let something out. Give yourself a break if you're feeling shameful. Shame is possibly the worst feeling to experience along with fear. Guilt however, is healthy, and an indicator that you want to change something in yourself.

I keep getting something about pink roses and straight blonde hair. Someone gave you roses? Then I think something went down, a fight or a misunderstanding and then I see that person with blonde hair in a car, bent over, maybe crying, maybe hiding their face from exhaustion.

You may have felt like people around you judged you too much. The truth is, we all have moments where we, unintentionally, do not see the whole picture and act in a way that is not in alognment with our honest, high truth. You probably regret whatever it was, and a lot of the time, the worst judgement comes from ourselves. I think at this point it does not really matter how or why other people judge you, not as much as how you judge yourself and what you think about it, how you feel about that whole thing.

If you have examined it in your head and heart, then you can be calm and make your decision from that state of relative peace.

One message I'm getting is that you should be mindful of not being ignorant of other people's feelings. Confidence is great, arrogance is not.

You should also be mindful of your tendency to get triggered when other people treat you the same way you treat them. You might get defensive and even insult people. Do you have a hard time accepting criticism? Well, it's not always personal, and you better double check before you critisize others.

Some of you are quite young and delight in laughing at others, gossip and/or bullying. It's time to grow out of that, and to start it by recognizing when you are behaving like that. Then, you should probably think about how much of it you like, how much of it is really you, and whether or not you like that about yourself.

A lot of the time young people(or some grown adults) do not recognize when "humor" or a habit is cruel. Sometimes they think they don't care. I think they will.

Reexamine misunderstandings in your life and start a new chapter with a clean page.

If that situation made you feel laughed at, ostricized and hurt, then you're probably not at all like what I've described above. I'm also getting an energy of a minority in this group_ people who feel bullied, misunderstood and stuck in an environment that shrinks them. Like the people who are the majority here, you might also have been like this in the past, but the past is inside you. For you, this is what I want to say: stay pure, stay yourself, love yourself. Know that your beauty, integrity, honesty, purity and worth are not diminished by their ignorance and cruelty in any way. You'll have a chance to get away, grow into someone you knew you always were and were meant to be.

Heal that wound, you should know how to. If not, give yourself space, it'll appear when it'll appear.

I'm restricted from talking too much about this, there's quite a serious energy around this.

I tried to channel a song for you but I'm getting that the song you should listen to is tge one that makes you think or reflect. It's an old song from a band for most of you. It also probably has a memory attached to it, a significant one.

Group 3:

Signs: a cross, earrings, castles, dirt, pikes, valleys, the word "never", tasting desserts, milk cream, angels, supernatural, fairytales, names Cass(Cassie, Cassandra), Penelope(female names beginning eith "Pe-"), red currants and blaccurants, places of worship(abandoned), 377, 435, fantasy, spirituality, books, knowledge, isolation/have been or felt isolated lately, feeling stuck inside yourself, medieval aesthetic, history lover/buff, UK, Ireland, Iceland, British Isles, France, Sweden, Poland, name Astrid, name Delia. ISFP, INFJ, ISTP, ISFJ, ENFP, INFP. Nakshatras: Ashwini, Bharani, Krittika, Rohini, Mrigashira, Punarvasu, Jyeshta.

This is my quester group, the adventurers, if you will.

There's something you're searching for: an answer, a question, the truth.

A lot of you have an insatiable mind and spirit, especially when it comes to knowledge and wandering, but I think none of you can tolerate dictating and people meddling in that process.

You've been feeling soft lately, more vulnerable but, ironally, stronger.

4 a à,Q (I accidently typed this but felt compelled to leave it, so, yeah)

I feel strongly connected to this group😭🙃🤍🤍

"I'm closer, returning".

I think you who's returning, returning somewhere where you feel home. And I think, it's either a really strong and influencial mental/spiritual shift or an actual physical move/travel.

Even if it seems small, it's going to be significant to you.

I think you have been looking for something that is elusive but existing. You have a lot of neural activity in your brain and emotions, you process a lot and are receptive to a lot. Consequently, you know a lot, even things you can't even explain to yourself, nevermind others. You just want an explanation, especially because whatever dots you're trying to connect are having more and more relevance to your life. Either that or it was relevant before and now it's getting relevant again. It this an idea or a concept? Maybe this is a system of thought, a science, it can even be astrology.

You value bravery, honesty to yourself and integrity. This somehow has relevance to you now, or this message.

"Let the wind take you"

I do not know what this is about😭 you might have noticed that I channel random sentences.

I just heard "pay close attention, focus" and I'm almost certain it was directed at me.

"They just want to learn"

😭 so you just want to learn. I get it, I definitely understand you. So how do you make sense of this world?

This is about you gaining some kind of knowledge that you at first don't know what to do with. It's a gift and a burden, like any knowledge, and it's also relevant to you.

Be careful of people who try to limit you or to get you away from what you want to learn. True wisdom is learned through experience and passivity.

I think you like to think in metaphors, aesthetics, stories, associations and feelings. This is never less valid then what most "logical" people consider true. In fact, such thinking is beautiful and valuable and its worth is beyond what "logical"(I'm putting it in quotes cause people who like to call themselves logical often tend to be close minded) people can fathom.

I do think that you are truly logical yourself, but you know the power of feelings and energetically sensing the vibration of people or things. Vibrations are real. Everything vibrates, everything has its energy. The fact that your receptivity is developed enough to pick up on those seemingly insignificant details is magical. This is more common than people suspect. What they label as "vibes" is more than just a vague description. More than that, you live and breathe through that information, you can't help but see through those lenses.

And so, where is the point in all of that? Beauty, and you know that there does not have to be a point.

But I think you'll be validated by whatever knowledge you're about to come across. Make sure not to be swept off by the excitement of things making sense.

Breathe in, breathe out, you don't have a problem with that.

The thing that I think is really beaitiful about you guys is that you do not get lost in mental definitions and know that real life and its mysticism is where everything happens.

I don't think you're into manifestation culture. If you are, you're not going to be stressed out by it anymore, or you'll abandon it.

But I don't think it matters a lot to you anyways. You are quite independent, so, conventions? You effortlessly avoid them.

"Find the truth, the secret lock".

"The base of what happened it out in the world"

"To look into buildings that are barely standing, you'll have to want to realize the truth".

"Something is approaching, the clock is ticking, time does not wait, you are still searching".

"Away from the crowd but among the people"

So take these sentences or leave them, but a little elaboration on the last one: you might strongly dislike big cities or small spaces there, because I just keep seeing green hills, meadows, grass, beautiful daylight, old churches, ruins of castles and churches. Look into the countries I've listed above in signs.

People in those places where you do not feel overwhelmed are your people.

Or they don't have to be, but that's where the "main story", "the action" is for you.

Sybolism in fairytales or fantasy stories or patterns that you find there might reflect your life.

Blessings to you, have a blessed and safe journey, may you fulfill your quest.

Please, let me know which group you chose and if (and how) it resonated.

[primeofprimes115]

Brother Meets (Super)Girl - Supergirl x Male Reader

Note: Fluff/Wholesome - Reader is Stephanie Brown's Brother!

Art by KaitynLeeds aka @violetsyrenart

A vehicle drives up the driveway up towards a mansion seen ahead of the vehicle's path, passing the gate after it opened to allow the driver inside to drive in after he confirmed his identity. Someone was awaiting him ahead of the driveway.

An excited blonde girl, dressed in casual wear, standing with some others who seemed intrigued to meet this person the girl has talked about a lot.

"Is this him?" Dick Grayson aka Nightwing asked the girl, Stephanie Brown, the hero also known as Spoiler.

"Yes! It's him!" Stephanie looked on with a huge smile, watching the red Honda CR-V pull over ahead of them, the door soon opening to reveal a young man in his 20s, step out the red Honda, his H/C Hair blowing in the wind a little as a smile dawned on his face.

"Sister!" the young man greeted from the opening of his vehicle, closing the door and headed around the vehicle with open arms.

"Brother!" Stephanie shouted with joy, rushing up to her brother with the action of giving him the biggest hug a sister could ever offer.

The man groaned a little from the impact and chuckled, his arms soon wrapping around his sister to hold her tight, he hadn't seen her in a while, a few years in fact.

The only way they could communicate much was through text or calls, sometimes letters if the signal wasn't working, he travelled throughout the world, either cross-country or through air travel.

The pair kept the hug going as the others smiled, happy to see Stephanie all excited again.

"I don't think I've seen Stephanie this happy in a while" Duke whispered to Cassie, who smiled.

"it's nice to see" Cassie said shortly after.

The two siblings broke the hug and smiled at each other, happy to see one another again after a long time, a sigh soon following after.

"I wasn't expecting to see you today" Stephanie said with a huge smile across her lips, eyes beaming with joy of seeing her brother standing in front of her. "You could've said earlier!".

"Haha, sorry. Wanted to keep it a surprise. And I was gonna be travelling back through, so I thought maybe pop in to say hello. Dick kept it all a secret though" he smirked as Stephanie looked shocked.

"You... Traitor" she pouted as Dick laughed softly.

"Can't break a secret, especially if it's a surprise" he shrugged there after as Steph shook her head with a smile. "It's good to see you, Y/N" he approached the man, patting him on the back.

"You too, Grayson" he nodded as he looked to the others. "And these lovely people must be the Bats and Robins I've been hearing about" he looked to the others, as a few looked a little flabbergasted.

"Oh yeah, my bro here knows our... 'Job', he's always known" Stephanie said to the others. "Haven't I already mentioned that?" she looked while pulling a facial expression.

"I... Don't think you did" Duke replied while scratching his head.

"Nah, she did. I remember" Jason approached soon after. The man looked a little intimidating to Y/N for a moment before he wrapped his arm over his shoulder in a brotherly way, surprising Mr. Brown. "So, you're the guy, Steph has been talking about a lot over the past few weeks. I didn't think you were much, but... Maybe I was a little wrong".

"And I assume you're Jason?" Y/N asked, looking up at the man. "Red Hood, right?".

"The one and only" Jason said with a proud grin. "What gave it away?".

"Just what Stephanie has told me about. Tall guy, brawny, has a white patch in the hair and a... A-A jock" Y/N said while a little intimidated.

"Haha, she's right on all those parts" Jason chuckled, letting go of the young man before patting him on the back roughly. "Welcome to the Wayne Manor, if I can be the first to welcome you?".

"Thank you... Jason" the young man said awkwardly, as Stephanie began to push Jason away with some effort.

"Alright, alright" Stephanie butted in, hands raised out while she scooted Jason out of the way, Dick soon followed suit. "I don't want him to be intimidated already by everyone. Let's take it down a notch, Y/N's probably a little too stressed with all the travelling he's done, don't want him intimidated by everyone here. And I don't exactly want him to be stressed or awkward around you all, so... Yeah".

"Still playing overprotective sister?" Y/N asked with a little smirk. "That's one thing I haven't missed about you".

"That's adorable" Tim Drake/Red Robin soon chimed in, as Stephanie began to blush awkwardly. "I didn't know you had it in you".

"Shut it, Tim" she glared at him as Y/N laughed softly.

"You're my sister's boyfriend, correct?" he peeped over Steph's shoulder as Tim nodded.

"Yeah, that's me" he smiled, approaching the man with his hand out for Y/N to shake. "Steph's told me a lot about you, you're a musician from what I've been told". he soon shook Tim's hand as Duke scratched his chin.

"A musician? Huh? I thought he was a cool vigilante to be honest" Duke said aloud as Y/N chuckled at both of the guys.

"I leave that stuff to those capable, like my sister" he placed a hand on Stephanie's shoulder for a moment. "Vigilante stuff ain't my thing, I'm not exactly built for that".

"That's Duke Thomas aka Signal" Stephanie introduced the young man to her brother as he waved. Y/N nodded back toward Duke. "He's newish to the family we've got here... And this girl here -" Stephanie began to push Cassandra up towards Y/N, seemingly shy to meet the brother judging from her expression. "This is Cassandra Cain aka Black Bat, one of my besties" she introduced.

"Hi" Cassie shyly waved.

"Hello, Cassandra" he smiled, waving back at Cassandra before he looked back at his sister. "Where's Damian?".

"He's inside" Jason answered instead of Stephanie. "Don't know what he's doing though".

"Training with Bruce, they've been doing it all afternoon" Dick answered next".

"Ah, Batman" Y/N said with an ecstatic smile growing. "It's still unreal to me that my sister is apart of this family" Y/N sighed happily. "I knew she was Spoiler, but... To be apart of this? It's... Crazy".

"That means you are too" Tim soon spoke up. "If Steph is okay with that?".

"Of course!" Stephanie replied happily. "I'd be happy to allow that" she smiled.

"I'm guessing Barbara is in this... Clocktower of sorts?" he then asked.

"The Belfry? Yeah, that's where she is mostly, working as Oracle" Stephanie then replied.

"Speaking of which, I should probably go visit her" Dick soon began to walk backwards towards the Mansion. "She found something on the sample I gave her last night from my patrol in Blüdhaven".

"Should I tag along?" Jason asked the former Robin as he shook his head.

"No, it's fine. She'll contact you all when she's found something about the lead also, Bruce is still waiting for her response after all" Dick soon walked off.

"Detective work?" Y/N soon whispered to his sister, curiosity in his tone.

"Yeah, pretty much" she soon whispered back. "So uh... How long you planning to stay?".

"A few weeks at best, then I'm along the road. My next trip is planned for Metropolis, then National City at best" he replied with an optimistic tone. "A studio in each city are needing me for my talents for their projects, and I'm also looking to do some more work with my music talents, so...".

"Oh, Metropolis?!" Stephanie perked up at the mere mention.

"Yeah. You seem... Perked up there?" he questioned his sister's action as Jason chuckled.

"Oh yeah, has she told you about her uh... other best friend?" he asked as Y/N realized immediately.

"Oh? Kara?" he blinked a few times. "S-Supergirl, y-yeah, yeah. I know" he looked away for moment, his heart beginning to race. "Steph's told me a lot about her too" his tone turning a little nervous as the others picked up on this.

"Just so you know... He has a little crush on her" Steph told them all loudly as Y/N snapped his head to face Stephanie, his cheeks flushing red completely.

"That's... Adorable" Tim replied.

"Yeah, I guess so" Cassandra agreed

"Stephanie!!" Y/N glared at the girl, frowning at her while trying to fight back his blush. "What was it you said earlier? You didn't want me to feel awkward?!" he scolded as the others laughed and smiled.

"What? It's just a little one..." Steph then began to smirk. "Or is it? You called her pretty cute when I showed you a few pictures of her, even on social media" her devious smirk grew

"Oh this is gonna be good" Jason whispered to the rest, taking in the scene".

"Where's the popcorn when you have it?" Duke joked along with Jason as the two others smiled.

"It's a little one! Just a little crush! Doesn't mean you had to say it out loud in front of them!" he continued scolding her, the red around his face getting brighter as his voice raised louder. "I called her cute because I was complimenting her! I wasn't actually trying to implement something!"

"C'mon! It's honestly pretty cute!" she pouted.

"That's really weird coming from you! Any sibling would say ew to that!".

"Does this normally happen between you two?" Duke then butted in politely as they looked at him together.

"Not much" Steph told him, but Y/N had a different answer.

"Oh yes, it definitely does" he said, still fighting his blush. "She's been non-stop teasing me about it once I told her over the phone".

"You've had this little crush on Supergirl for a long time now, surely it's grown further by now" she teased further, embarrassing her brother more as his blush deepened. "Oh my god... IT HAS!!"  

"Ugh, okay yes, It has! Can we move on?" he asked with the note of wanting to forget about it. "I don't get exactly how this is a big deal to begin with, anyway? It's just a... A simple crush, that's it".

"On someone like her? Oh yeah it is" Stephanie said with a little excitement. "I honestly think you two would be perfect for each other".

"And how exactly?" he asked, his eyes glued on Stephanie as she laughed softly.

Before she could give him her answer, a noise erupted coming from the sky, a sonic boom that got everyone's attention.

"Did I just hear a sonic boom?" Y/N asked. "What was that?" he then noticed Stephanie smirking, as his eyes widened a little. "Steph... Why are you smirking?".

"I... May have told her you'd be coming by today" her expression turned sneaky as Y/N's blush deepened again.

"That sonic boom... Was-" his eyes soon landed on a blonde girl in a red cape descend from the sky feet first with a smile on her face. The S of Hope that was recognizable from anywhere.

"Yep, it's her alright. And she knows by the way" Stephanie smirked and winked before she and the others turned around to see the Girl of Steel herself, slowly descend from the sky, while Y/N had the privilege on seeing her descend fully, 

The wind picked up her hair and cape gracefully, along with her skirt, giving her the "golden girl" moment in his eyes as everything seemed to fade out of existence, with only Supergirl in his view.

"Hey everyone!" Kara soon landed on her feet, fully descended down as she went to hug Jason. "Hey big guy, been a while".

"Sure has, Kara, it sure has" Jason replied happily, accepting her hug before it broke, as she went to greet the others.

"Hey there Timmy" she waved as he waved back. "Duke, Cassie" the two others also waved back at her before her eyes landed on Steph. "Stephie!!" Kara ran up to her normally with open arms as the two girls hugged tightly.

"Oh geez! You're squishing me!" The blonde bat managed to speak through.

"Oh? Sorry!" Kara giggled, easing her strength around Stephanie's figure. "Been busier than usual lately, sorry I haven't been able to hang out often. Especially when Kal is busy outside Metropolis" she began gossiping towards her best friend.

"It's no big deal, Kara. It's totally fine" Stephanie smiled back at Kara.

Kara was about to reply back to Stephanie before her eyes landed on the boy who stood a few feet to Stephanie's right, grabbing her attention afterwards as he stood still... Eyes slightly widened as he stared at her.

"Is this your brother?" Supergirl looked at Stephanie for confirmation, smiling with a joyful expression. "He looks cuter up close" she says, snapping Y/N out of his little daydream with his ears flushing red.

"Yeah! That's him alright!" she giggled softly. "Kara, this is Y/N, the boy who has definitely not been crushing on you for the past few years" she sought to tease him further as Kara softened her expression, laughing softly.

"He seems pretty embarrassed, poor guy. Don't tease him like that, Steph" she expressed sympathy, before giving him a smile. "Hi, Y/N" she waved, her smile softening with a soothing tone.

"Uh-Uh..." he stuttered. "H-Hi" he soon waved back, blinking a few times before he began smiling himself. "I... I didn't expect you, I mean, I. Ugh".

"You didn't expect to meet me, you mean?" she was surprisingly patient with him, smiling away at his expression and awkwardness.

"Y-Yeah, that's what I meant" he nodded, looking down at the floor.

"We're gonna head inside, let you and those two alone with each other" Jason suggested as he began walking back to the Manor. "I gotta clean my guns, they're needing a clean".

"We'll get Alfred to come help bring in your belongings!" Duke offered while they all began returning to the Manor, leaving the two girls and one boy alone together.

"Thanks Duke" Y/N replied to him as he awkwardly looked back at the girls.

Silence fell within Y/N as he tried looking into Kara's eyes but couldn't bare to do it, standing in front of the girl he crushed on for the last few years, had him a little uneasy. He almost cursed out Stephanie for suggesting his crush come to visit.

"So, I heard a little bat told me you have a crush on me, it's pretty cute, not gonna lie" Kara soon brought up. "If it makes it any better, I follow you on Vintagram and Facelook, I like your music as well, you're incredible" she smiled, breaking the silence.

"Danvers, right?" he asked with a blush rising, having built up some courage to look at her in the face".

"Mhm, K.Danvers_749 and Kara Danvers" she said softly.

"Oh! That makes sense!" he replied with a soft chuckle. "And... Thank you. I don't really think I'm incredible, but thanks".

"Are you kidding?" Stephanie said aloud. "Of course you're incredible! The fact your crush thinks so too, is saying much!" she teased at the end.

"Steph.." he looked away from sheer embarrassment while smiling, while Kara giggled softly.

"I think you can quit teasing him now, Stephie" she soon spoke. "The elephant has been addressed in the air already, as much as it is charming to hear he has a crush on me" she blushed herself too.

"You should've seen her face when I showed her your picture for the first time" she whispered into Y/N's ear, as Kara looked at Steph with a glare.

"I heard that" she crossed her arms with a frown. "And I don't know what you're talking about".

"Girl, you called him cuter up close earlier" Stephanie grinned. "There's no point hiding it now, I can see you two being perfect for each other" she said to the both of them, as they both blushed ear to ear.

"Are you saying... Supergirl has-".

"Mhm" Stephanie confirmed. "She sure does".

Y/N scratched the back of his neck as Kara hid her face in her hands, now regretting to have flown on by to meet HER crush for the first time. Now the two awkward as anything as Stephanie softly laughed.

"You both should see your own faces right now, oh my god" she reveled. "I'm so sorry, I couldn't help myself. It's the fact you're both meeting for the first time too".

"I mean, he was gonna find out sooner than later, but I would've told him" Kara said, frowning. "But it's okay, it's kinda cute seeing him flushed, it's pretty attractive" she smiled.

"You're... Attractive yourself" Y/N said back to her with a soft and nervous chuckle.

"Aww, cute" Stephanie joined her hands together in awe, teasing the both. "Won't be long until you both start kissing" she blurted out innocently, making the two blush deep. Y/N looked away with a embarrassed smile growing on his face.

While Kara slightly giggled softly, looking at him, practically hearing his heartbeat racing before her eyes caught the red Honda. "Is that your guitar in there?" she spotted, trying to drive the conversation out of the awkward moment they both felt.

"Oh?" he turned around. "Yeah, I brought my guitar in that case, two guitars actually. Brought some other belongings as well. I'm staying here for a few weeks before I travel again" he informed the Girl of Steel, his words perking her ears up with curiosity.

"He's going to Metropolis in a few weeks as well" Stephanie winked at Kara's direction, surprising her. "And National City"

"Wait, really?! I could help get you there" she offered before retracting herself, connecting her hands together shyly. "Um... If you want me to help?".

"I mean... I dunno how you'd be able to help, but the offer does sound nice" Y/N replied with a chuckle. "I'll think about it" he smiled as an elderly man was seen walking up to the three with Duke Thomas, Y/N assumed it was the Butler he had been hearing about from Stephanie. "Alfred Pennyworth, it's good to meet you"

"Mr. Brown. It is lovely to meet you" the British Butler greeted the young man back. "Master Thomas had informed me of your arrival, shall I assist in bringing in your belongings to the guest room?" the man offered.

"Thank you, leave the guitar to me though, it is quite a heavy load" Y/N suggested. "They're in the boot and thank you, again" he used his car keys to open the boot remotely, allowing the Butler to help out.

"I could carry it in if you want?" Duke offered. "Can't be that heavy right?".

"Be my guest" he scooted to the side of his car, opening the back door.

"And Ms. Danvers. It is lovely to see you too, quite an unexpected visit" he greeted walking past Kara as she smiled back at him.

"Just popping in to say hello, and get to know Stephanie's brother" Kara replied, watching the scene unfold in front of her as she kept her eyes on Y/N only.

"Huh? I see the way you're looking at him. Are you gonna ask him out?" Stephanie scooted to Kara's side as she looked at her shocked, while Y/N thought about Kara's offer for a moment

"No! I did not ask him out there!" she began blushing again. "I swear to Rao! Stop! You're embarrassing me".

"You could ask him out, y'know? He's right there!" she gestured toward Y/N, helping Duke pull out the case his guitar is in.

-"I told you it's heavy"-

Kara fell into silence, thinking about the mere thought. Sure it would be nice to be in a relationship, and be dating a young man, but she feared she'd put his life in danger if so.

"And put his life in danger?" Kara whispered back. "I-I don't know" she bit her tongue.

"Who says you would? It's not like the public is gonna know Supergirl is dating a normal guy, a guy like my bro!" Stephanie peered as Kara sighed. 

"It's not just that, it's if any villains find out who I am without wearing the cape, they'll go for my loved ones, and Y/N would be on that list if I were to date him. I like him, don't get me wrong, but..." she sighed again. "I don't know if I'm worth it and we just met, so...".

"Look, I know dating while being a superhero is... Hard, I get that, been there, done that, which you already know, but... This is Y/N we're talking about, this guy has a crush on you, my own brother has a crush on you. I think he'd be happy to date you. He did go through a bad breakup some time ago, but if he was to date you? I think it'd make him a little more happier" she leaned on Kara's shoulder with her arm.

"You sure?" Kara said with unsurety.

"Yeah, very" Stephanie nodded. "I just think you two would be great together, you always wanted to date a musician, didn't you not?".

"Okay, okay, I'll ask him" Kara smiled softly with a sigh and a blush across her cheeks. "Rao, why am I listening to you, Steph?".

"Because you know I'm right!" she said with optimism. "Now, go ask him! While you've got the chance!"

Kara cleared her throat and took a deep breath, beginning to approach Stephanie's brother as he helped out Duke.

"And you carry this everywhere with you?!" Duke said while trying to hold it above the ground.

"To be fair, it's carrying two guitars, so..." Y/N replied to him.

"I've noticed!" Duke says with a little effort. "Don't worry, I can manage!" he said.

"Suit yourself" Y/N raised his hands up while backing off, turning around to see Supergirl having approached him. "Oh! Uh... Hi" he smiled softly, standing in Kara's presence as she smiled back.

"Hi" she waved back with a cute smile across her cheeks. "So... Uh... Y/N, I want to ask you something" she said with a rise of red in her face, maintaining eye contact.

"Uh... S-Sure?" he said nervously. "You can ask me a-a-anything" he nodded vigorously as he noticed Kara's hands were at the corners of her cape, fiddling around.

It was there she fell completely silent, the red in her face rising further up her cheeks before she looked away shyly with a cute embarrassed expression along with it.

'Oh Rao, Rao. I'm gonna screw this up!' she thought quietly, beginning to get a little overwhelmed by the thought.

Kara cleared her throat, trying to regain her composure as Y/N just looked at her in awe, waiting for her question to be asked. "Um... Would you..." she soon laughed softly with a nervous tone. "Would you... Like to, go out sometime? For lunch, or d-d-dinner perhaps?" she smiled awkwardly before burrowing her face into her hands as Y/N just stared at her with shock written all over his face as she took one look and began stuttering. "Omigod, omigod! You-You don't have to say yes, Steph thought it'd be a great idea for me to-".

"Like a date?" Y/N looked for confirmation if his hearing was deceiving him.

"Y-Yeah. A... A date" she fiddled with her cape even more, bringing the soft fabric out further as she looked down to the floor in sheer awkwardness.

"Yes" he said one word, one word and it completely baffled her. Making her recollect her words and thoughts. "Y-Yes! Of course! I'd... I'd love that".

"Really?" she said with hope in her tone, ecstatic at his answer. Y/N's cheeks flashed red with a smile, nodding towards her gently. "Lunch or... Dinner?" she then asked curiously as he thought about it.

"I think dinner sounds nice" he nodded before thinking on it more. "To be honest? I don't know where to go for dinner though" he chuckled.

"I... I think I have an idea" Kara thought of a brilliant idea before looking at Stephanie, giving her a nod of approval as she rushed over.

"He said yes?!" Stephanie looked like an excited puppy at this point, looking at both of them each second.

"Mhm" they both said in unison before Stephanie hugged the two together in joy and unexpectedly.

"You two are gonna be FREAKING CUTE TOGETHER!! OH MY GOD! WAIT UNTIL I TELL THE OTHERS ABOUT THIS!" she shouted with joy as Y/N held his right ear.

"Calm down, Steph. Any more louder, you're gonna burst my ear-drum" Y/N blurted out.

"What he said, and the last time my one burst was fighting Banshee" Kara added.

Stephanie broke the hug the two were forced into and giggled. "Sorry, I got a little too excited there, did I?".

"A bit, it's nice seeing that side of you" Kara complimented.

"I used to think it was annoying and it still is" Y/N said smugly, as Steph blew a raspberry at him.

"Shut it, you, I just scored you a date with your "super" crush, Kara, my best friend. You owe me" she said with a smug look in her expression.

"Ugh" Y/N groaned. "Bite me".

"Hey, you three!" Just as the two girls giggled, Duke had come back outside to meet with the three with an offer from Pennyworth. "Alfred is making tea, he was wondering if you wanted one or not?" he asked the group.

"Hmm, that sounds nice" Stephanie thought about it. "Yeah, sure!".

"Sounds nice to me as well, could have a cup" Y/N sighed happily, nodding in approval.

"He also offered to make one for you too, Supergirl" Duke then faced the Girl of Tomorrow, who looked blissful at the offer.

However... Just as she was about to reply, her expression changed to that of seriousness, her super hearing picking up commotion happening in Metropolis from where she stood, pushing a strand of blonde hair behind her ear.

"I'm so sorry" she then sighed. "Duty calls, I have to decline, maybe next time though" she said with a disappointed tone before facing towards Y/N. "How does Saturday feel? Six O'clock?" she asked him, grabbing his attention fully when Steph elbowed him gently.

"Uh... Yeah, sure. Saturday would be nice, six is fine with me too" he smiled in her direction as Duke looked at the pair confused.

Stephanie saw this and scooted over to Duke's side. "She asked him out just earlier".

"Already?" he asked her back, with Steph nodding very happily. "Anyways, I'll just let Alfred know to not make a tea for Supergirl" he said, returning to the Manor soon after.

"I'll pick you up" she winked and began hesitating, she then gave in and gave him something to remember her by for now, a cheeky kiss on the cheek as Y/N's eyes widened. Stephanie's jaw dropped with a gasp. "I'll see you on Saturday" Supergirl levitated up, smiling at his expression. "Bye Y/N! Bye Steph! Speak soon!" then... She took off, a sonic boom soon erupting in the sky.

"Oh. My. God?!" Steph approached her brother, looking at the cheek Kara kissed him on. "That was a... Kiss on the cheek! Already!!".

"Why are you so excited about that?" Y/N shook his head with a slight smile, softly placing his fingers where Kara kissed him. "It was just on the cheek" he said with a blush rising up.

"Still! She's into you, man! Like I said. You still owe me though" Stephanie leaned on his shoulder.

"Can you just... Take me to the guest room?".

"Okay... But you will tell me how the date goes on Saturday, or I'll pry it out of Kara" she winked.

"What do I owe you, anyway?" Y/N then asked with a deadpanned look.

"Hmm... You'll see"

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Fin

Word Count: 4490

[o0sleepingdead0o]

Prepared for Anything Pt. 4

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 5, MasterPost

Danny folded his arms beneath his head where he lay on the desert floor. The sky blinked with stars and he was so happy he took a trip out of Gotham to do this. He liked Gotham, it felt kinda like home. But it didn’t have stars. It didn’t have the expanse of clear black pinpricked with dazzling, little lights and constellations.

It was handy being able to pop in and out of hemispheres any time he pleased.

“DANNY?!” 

Oh.

Danny rolled his head to the side to see a few violently shivering vigilantes coming around a scraggly, rocky outcrop. Robin, Red Hood, and a black and blue one Danny hadn’t encountered before, wrapped their arms around themselves tightly. They changed directions to walk towards him.                                                                                           

“Oh, hey guys.” Danny raised a hand to wave lazily at them and tucked it back in place. “What are y'all doing out here?” He asked amicably, though surmised they must be on some sort of mission. What a coincidence.

Hood and the one coloured like a bruise spluttered. “US?” Hood cried a little frenetically. As they got closer, Danny could see all their teeth were chattering and their lips were starting to turn blue. 

Oh. That wasn’t good. He had been sad Orphan wasn’t here. Maybe it was better that she wasn’t.

Hood and Robin stormed closer while Bruisy followed at a slower pace. “WHAT-T A-ARE YOU D-DOING OUT H-H-HERE?! H-HOW D-DID YOU GET OUT H-HERE?! I M-MEAN. . . .WHAT?!” Hood gestured his arms bewilderedly at him. “W-WERE T-TEN C-COUNTIRES A-AWAY F-F-FROM THE S-S-STATES!”

Danny stood up and reached under his t-shirt. “Here.” He handed Hood, Robin, and Bruisy large, reflective blankets, throwing Hood off from his rant.

“. . .wha. . .” Bruisy said. The vigilantes seemed slightly confused, but didn’t hesitate to unfold them and throw them around their shoulders.

“So?” Danny raised an eyebrow.

“Our p-plane w-wrecked.” Robin grumbled venomously.

“. . .and ex-exploded.” Hood added.

Danny hummed sympathetically. 

Robin opened his mouth again. “How are you—“

“Have you contacted. . um. . . your associates?” Danny wasn’t really sure what the vigilantes called each other or what their relations were like, but they acted like teammates. They should help each other out when things like this happened, right?

Bruise sighed. “N-no signal.” The man seemed particularly tired and out a little out of it. That really wasn’t good.

“A-and all the s-supers are o-off planet.”

“The what are where? Nevermind.” Danny waved his hand dismissively and reached over his shoulder. He ducked his head a little as he withdrew a three foot metal rod from the back of his shirt.

“Uhhhh. . .” Bruise said.

Danny pulled another rod from a sleeve and a third from his pant leg.

“H-how, dude, j-just. . .just w-why?” Hood said.

Danny didn’t answer and reached underneath the back of his shirt to pull out a fourth. He stuck them in the ground straight up, making a square.

“W-what are y-you d-doing?” Robin asked.

“Building a cell tower.” Danny said and reached into his other pant leg, taking out another rod. And another. From his pocket, he pulled out a screwdriver and some screws.

“. . .N-nothing a-about you makes-s s-sense.” Hood commented.

Danny snorted.

“Y-you’re n-n-not aff-ffected by the c-cold. W-why?” Robin’s eyes narrowed at him.

“Uhhhhh. . .” Danny attached more rods together and screwed some screws. “I, uh. . .I was working out. Warmed me up a lot.” He lied. He knew it was bad. He was still going to drive it into the ground if they questioned it. “And I haven’t been here that long.”

Danny fished a large spool of wire from his back pocket and a pair of pliers from the other.

Robin watched him do it. He stared at him for a long moment, his eyes narrowing further. “Meta-human.”

“Gesundheit.”

The reply seemed to take the vigilantes by surprise, but said nothing of it. They were too busy shivering and huddling on the ground, trying to warm up. At least they didn’t seem to be getting worse.

Danny pulled rod after rod from his clothes. He began to retrieve them from the dirt and sand before it became too many to say it was physically possible to have this many pieces on his person. He had to have limits somewhere. 

“. . .How d-did you k-know those w-were th-th-there!?” Hood said.

“Umm. . .I come here often. What if I got stranded and needed to call someone? Or I spotted a UFO and needed to make contact? I buried these in the sand so no one would steal ‘em.”

“. . . W-were in the m-middle of t-the d-desert. I d-don’t think you n-need to w-worry about th-that. . .”

“You found me, didn’t you?”

“. . .”

“. . .”

Dannykept attaching, and screwing, and wiring, and plier-ing, until he was finally at the top of a twenty-foot tower, and affixing transceivers to it. With the ectoplasm Danny infused into it, it should be powerful enough to work.

He had considered making them a jet, but that might take too long. This way they could get help from the nearest civilization while they waited for pick-up.

  Danny climbed back down.

Even with their masks, the baffled astonishment was clear on the vigilante’s faces. “What the heck. . .” Bruise said faintly.

Danny ignored him and flicked a switch. “Give it a go.” He encouraged the vigilantes who looked to be shaking a little less.

They shared doubtful glances and checked their tech. “It works!” Hood exclaimed and immediately sent out an S.O.S.

Danny made an offended noise and held a hand to his chest. “You doubted me?”

“Yes.” The three said in unison.

“It’s a cell tower.” Hood continued. “How do you even know how to build that?”

“Eh.” Danny shrugged. “You pick a few things up when your parents have a lab in their basement for you to play around in growing up.”

There was a long pause. 

“That is highly concerning and explains almost nothing.”

Danny’s brows furrowed.

“Seriously. How are you here?”

Danny shrugged again. “I walked.” It wasn’t a lie.

Despite explaining he had a way back to Gotham, the vigilantes wouldn’t leave without him. They slept most of the way back.

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[lil-dragon-rawr]

FNaF x DC: the Aftons vs the Gotham Rogue Gallery

(a continuation of this post)

Part Three is now available :D (the brainrot has taken over)

Masterlist

Red Hood: hey, kids have been going missing lately. I haven't been able to find who dunnit yet so be sure to keep Gregory out of the streets

Michael: kids. Going missing?

Michael, thinking: this sounds like a job for a pyromaniac night guard!

Red Hood, finally tracking down the Dollmaker's lair: uhh hi Mike, whatcha doin?

Michael "Constantly Atoning For the Sins of His Past" Afton, messing with the wiring of the building while a group of missing kids huddle around him: making sure that freak goes up in flames

Red Hood: ...cool, want some C4 to go with that?

Michael:

Red Hood:

Michael, realizing there's a more efficient way to do this: you have C4?

Kiteman: *exists, minding his own business, enjoying a scenic flight over the park*

Gregory, dragging a wagon full of God knows what to the nearest roof: hey Freddy look away for a minute, okay?

Glamrock Freddy: Gregory, I cannot help but feel you are about to do something incredibly suspicious, if not outright illegal.

Gregory:

Glamrock Freddy:

Glamrock Freddy: I will remove power to my eyes for one minute.

Gregory: :)

(forty-five seconds later)

Kiteman: *screams, falls from the sky, crashes through a food cart on his way down*

Glamrock Freddy: ...Gregory, what did you do?

Gregory:

Gregory: so you know the saying two birds, one stone?

Glamrock Freddy:

Gregory:

Glamrock Freddy:

Gregory: ...I got you a wingsuit!

Glamrock Freddy, disappointed: Gregory.

Nightwing and Scrap Baby: *still arguing over clown etiquette*

Joker, thinking that Nightwing is distracted and that this is a good opportunity to pull a "shenanigan": hrnngnn hello Gotham citizens! I planted Joker venom in a school and a hospital! Whichever place evacuates first gets the other place gassed hehaugha!

Scrap Baby, staring at the Joker in a way that can only be described as judgemental:

Nightwing, breaking off his rant to also stare at the Joker:

Scrap Baby:

Nightwing:

Scrap Baby: so we can both agree that that's not a clown, right?

Nightwing, pulling out his escrima sticks: oh, absolutely

Red Hood, explaining how he died to Michael: -and that's why I hate clowns.

Michael: yikes

Michael, trying to figure out what kind of ghost/undead Red Hood is: do you want...revenge?

Red Hood: well yeah but B's super stingy about how many guys I can off per year

Michael: ...do you have to kill the clown for your revenge to be satiated?

Red Hood:

Red Hood: ...no

Michael: cool :)

Michael, checking his FazWatch as he waits outside the gates of Arkham: hm, this is taking longer than I thought

Red Robin: heyyy Mike whatcha doin out here

Michael: waiting on my brother and his friend :)

Batman, Concerned™: Michael, did you send Gregory into Arkham?

Michael: no of course not, I would never be so irresponsible!

Batman and Red Robin, thinking the situation isn't that bad: *breathing a sigh of relief*

Michael: Do you know how much physical and psychological damage he'd cause?

Batman and Red Robin: ...

Michael, not reading the room: maybe I should send him in there. For enrichment, if nothing else

Red Robin, putting pieces together: wait, what's Golden Freddy doing in Arkham?? Isn't it just an empty suit???

Batman, thinking: please don't make me explain this to Gordon. Please don't make me explain this to Gordon.

Michael: oh he's there for revenge! :D

Batman:

Batman: *deep, deep sigh*

Batman: explain.

Michael: well, there are different types of ghosts, right?

Michael: you met the Puppet, she's a protector

Michael: and I'm a mix of atonement and protection

Michael: but my brother's friend is a vengeful spirit!

Michael: ...and she kind of maybe imprinted on Red Hood pleasedon'tbemad

Batman: *very long sigh*

Batman: if anyone's dead, it's your fault.

Michael, knowing it'll only be the Joker: ...I can live with that

Golden Freddy: *appears* ITSME

Red Robin: *jumps four feet in the air*

Michael: well you sure decided to take your time!

Golden Freddy:

Michael: yeah yeah whatever

Michael: did you have fun?

Golden Freddy: :)

Gordon: so the Joker's dead because...?

Batman: ...it's complicated.

Gordon, eyeing him suspiciously: not that I'm complaining about the Joker being dead but whoever did it must've been an expert, they got in and out without being seen and distorted the cameras while they were in his cell

Batman, knowing it was a child:

Mr. Freeze, cornering Michael: tell me the secret to eternal life!

Michael: heh???

Mr. Freeze: you have discovered a way to live forever, now share it with me so I can save my wife!

Michael:

Michael: okay well first off I didn't do crap-

Michael, experiencing constant harassment from Mr. Freeze: can you get lost already?

Mr. Freeze: I think you know the answer to that.

Michael, increasingly fed up with Freeze's toddler mindset: fine, you wanna know?

Mr. Freeze, excited: finally!

Michael: eternal life is a curse, not a gift,

Mr. Freeze: heh?

Michael: I mean look at me I'm literally a walking corpse held together with duct tape,

Michael: and don't even get me started on how I got here,

Michael: all I did was trust someone close to me,

Michael: and you know what happened?

Mr. Freeze:

Michael: I died!

Michael: and then a pile of robot spaghetti violated my body!

Mr. Freeze, backing away slowly: what the [ERROR: REPLACE: OEDIPUS]

Michael, watching him go:

Michael: well that was easy

Michael: should've done that ages ago

Scrap Baby, meeting Harley for the first time: you're a clown too!!

Harley, trying to compliment her: aww no you're a clown!

Harley: love your hair btw

Nightwing, very pointedly: yeah Harley's an actual clown cause she went to clown school

Scrap Baby: !!! Clown school!!!

(Harley and Scrap Baby having a therapy session)

Scrap Baby, lamenting: it took me so long to realize I didn't need to do everything Father said

Harley: aw yeah the patriarchy is deeply ingrained in society, but you don't need a man to be evil! You can be a villain all on your own!

Harley, raising a glass: anyways cheers to recognizing the most important man in your life was a manipulative [£√√@√]!

Scrap Baby, clinking her own glass against Harley's: to female villain empowerment!

Red Robin, listening in and comprehending the chaos Nightwing unleashed: oh Jesus Christ

[k0nanharv3y]

Robin Hood AU - Part 7 (the part 2 of the part 7 lol)

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7.5

"I have a table for 1 free in the corner over there, near the speakers" he explained and pretended not to pay attention to Steph's expression

"In fact, a table for 7...? I brought my family" she stepped aside to reveal the entire herd of black-haired people

And Tim finally acted surprised

"Oh... Oh! Damn, yeah, sure, I'm sorry" he smiled at the family "Welcome to the Nest, what can I get for y'all"

Bruce was the first, with his friendly and playful attitude

"My daughter hasn't stopped talking about this place, its desserts and you. Timothy Drake, right? You were our next door neighbor" Bruce's hand extended over the bar

And Tim learned a few things in his time in the League, and before that, following Batman and that whole episode in his life that (if he's honest with himself, isn't over yet). One of them is, don't let your enemies have your DNA

But this was Bruce Wayne and... and... and it would be rude not to shake the hand of the richest man in Gotham

And apparently he's been looking at Bruce's hand for a long time as if it were an insect

"I don't like physical touch" It was the first thing that escaped from his mouth

And Bruce's face seemed to fall in sorrow, pulling his hand away from Tim, and that brought some peace to the boy

"But, yeah, it's nice to see you again Mr. Wayne" he smiled as best he could "Just Tim, please" if he heard another old green-ass man call him Timothy, he would vomit

Bruce laughed "Just Bruce, then, Tim" the man turned to look at his children "You may know my children"

"How couldn't I?" He replied simply, perfectly hiding his panic because. Had he just successfully lied to Batman? "What can I get started for y'all?" He repeated. Ready to start punching out the orders

The first to order was Steph, attempting to correct Tim into calling her Steph instead of Ms. Brown or Stephanie and giving up when Tim called her Stephanie for the fourth time. An RMT, a Jelly Dent and a Harvey's Half, stopping to make fun of the names or make a comment

Next up was the youngest of the Waynes, Damian, and Tim couldn't look into the kid's green eyes and avoid his devil-may-care stare (Because hell, those are Ra's's eyes). Other than that, the kid kept looking at him with a frown and sorting things by their ingredients, refusing to say the name of the dish. A ChocoBane Shake, a ScatteredCrow, and an Anti-Meat

Next up was a girl, about the same height and haircut as Tim, who had been staring at him the whole time, as if she knew something Tim didn't and it made him nervous. The girl started waving her hands and Steph offered to act as interpreter. Tim shook his head and started signing in sign language. The girl smiled sweetly and ordered. A Gotham Fog, a Black Cookie, and laughed as she signed "Shiva's Hair" (Tim remembered that he had to change that name as soon as possible)

Duke, the new Wayne, smiled kindly and stayed a second looking at the menu, asking about some and just playing it safe. A ChocoFreeze, a Bat-nana Split and a Gotham's Club Sandwich

And then came the hard part

Dick walked over with a huge grin, laughing at something Steph had said, and looked at Tim a second longer than necessary, something in his gaze. Tim couldn't help but clench his jaw and add a Chai-dentity Crisis. Dick joked about the Sin-amon Roll and Last Bite of Krypton, and tried to get Tim to call him Dick, but Tim smiled and shook his head, writing Richard down on the list

Bruce came back over, leaning on the bar like Steph had before, only keeping a distance from Tim. He ordered the simplest dishes on the menu or those that were already made at the counter. A Villain Vanilla Shake, a Crime Brûlée, and some Eggs-tra Vigilante, commenting on the creative names they had

And then Tim inhaled deeply as the last guy approached the bar. His hands hesitated in place, almost wanting to touch his face

Jason Todd

Robin

His Robin

The one who marked a before and after in Tim's life. The one who died and returned from the dead

His heart began to pound in his ears. This was Jason Todd, and he was everything Tim would never be again

"Ahh, I want both, Bane's Protein Shake and Bane's Big Bite" he ordered, looking at the menu with interest, before smirking and glancing sideways at his family. "Add Joker's Cake to that too" He turned to look at Tim

They both looked at each other for a moment, just for an instant. Tim's hands shook in place, this had to be a joke, a raw laugh came from his throat, almost silent. He shook his head and returned to the world, to the one that continued to spin and had Jason Todd in it

"Sure, it's just that it will take a little longer, I hope it's not a bother" he explained, typing the last few cymbals and avoiding the Waynes' gaze

"Nah, take your time, Timmers" waved his hand in the air

"Sure... And, it'll be... $100.65" He looked at the family and looked at the money on the counter. Woah, they were serious about physical contact

"Keep the change" Dick smiled and made a gesture of disinterest

"Ah, sure, you can take a seat, next to the window, is a table for 5, but you can ask the next table if you can borrow the two chairs they ain't using" He turned around after putting the money away and put on some black latex gloves

And he began to prepare the drinks when they left. In fact, the familiarity of the matter made him forget that he was doing this for the most important family in Gotham

He took the drinks to the open bar, where the orders were taken, and started with the breakfasts, taking some from the counter and cooking others

He dissociated at some point in the preparation because this was relaxing, and muscle memory made him glide through the place gracefully, like when he practiced the tastings Shiva once taught him

The first one came out

"Stephanie! Order ready!" he exclaimed, and without waiting long he continued with the other one "Damian, order ready! Cassandra, order ready!" he turned around to get something else, to avoid Damian's gaze, to not face what they meant and he kept moving "Thomas, order ready!" And he finished with all the dishes. There were no more customers to serve as a front, there was nothing to clean or prepare, and his voice got caught in his throat

He inhale a few times, before swallowing the lump in his throat.

"Richard, order ready!" He tried to pretend he was finishing up something at Joker Cake and nodded at the boy's thanks. "Bruce, order ready!" His voice cracked on the last part, and Tim cursed under his breath, attributing it to a scratchy, loose throat

And his hands hovered over the cake, almost, almost as if he didn't know what to do now, he pressed them to his eyes and inhaled. Turning around and taking out a handful of cookies in plastic packages, placing them on a smaller tray

"Jason, order ready!" He placed the tray next to the larger tray with all the food

The older, bigger, more alive boy came over laughing at something and took the tray and looked at the other one with confusion

"They are free, the house pays" he avoided the blue-green gaze, and fiddled with the pocket of his apron

"Thanks"

Tim just nodded

"Sure" his voice broke again

Just a little more

///

Part 8 is too short tho, but better than nothing

[natalievoncatte]

31. Spookycorp

(Yes I know it’s late. I have a permit. I can do what I want.)

Lena adjusted her cheap plastic tiara, which she’d had chosen herself at a Spirit Halloween. Though she would never admit it, Lena felt giddy when she went shopping now. She used to just send Jess or use a high end shopping service; Lena Luthor had neither the time nor the patience to fumble with checkout lines and coupons, but post-L-Corp Lena, private citizen Lena, head of a charity org and retired from corporate sharkery Lena delighted in it. In a sweater and leggings with her hair in a simple ponytail and glasses not contacts, she felt human. Normal.

Her costume was simple, the tiara and a goofy floofy mini dress she’d picked up at a thrift store, and a wand to top it all off. Kara recognized her immediately.

“Let me guess, a good witch?”

Lena stood in the door and beamed, nudging her glasses. She was still getting used to them every day but her therapist had insisted she stick with the changes she made.

(The penthouse was going on the market and she was selling her Louboutins. Most of her Louboutins. She was finally telling that little voice in her head that sounded like Lillian to SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU’RE NOT MY MOTHER whenever it admonished her about not being perfect enough)

Kara was dressed in an all-green ensemble with a pointed hat resting on her head and a cheesy plastic bow on her back.

“Robin Hood?”

“Of Locksley,” Kara bowed.

(If I’d know, I’d have dressed as Maid Marian.)

She beckoned Lena to enter in an expensive gesture and watched her step inside, her gaze lingering in a way that made Lena tingle all over, goose flesh rising on her arms. She hopped up onto a stool and smiled when Kara handed her a beer.

“They make pumpkin spice beer now?”

“Mmmm,” Kara said, nursing her own. Lena’s eyes widened when Kara tipped a flask into it; a sticker on the side read Not For Humans.

“Just a little to loosen me up,” said Kara. “It’s a party.”

Kara sat down on the other side of the table and just… looked at her. She looked at Lena with her chin resting on her fist and a soft distant look on her face, and Lena stared back just as intently, entranced by the way her sunny curls escaped her sloppy ponytail and framed her face.

The spell, as it were, was broken by a knock at the door. The snacks were coming, an absurdly huge order that Lena had placed while she was on her way. As the bewildered delivery boy accepted her excessive tip, Kara carried the bags into the apartment, and together they began laying it all out on the kitchen island.

Brainy and Nia were the first to arrive. They wore matching silver body suits and Nia had put on a gloss of green makeup: Querl simply disabled his image inducer.

“We’re aliens!” Nia chirped. “Lena I love your outfit! Wait is Kara Robin Hood? Lena, why aren’t you Maid Marian?”

Lena froze, suddenly aware of Kara’s tense presence beside her. She didn’t dare turn her head and gauge Kara’s reaction.

“Did you purchase every potsticker in National City?” Brainy asked, almost pointedly snapping the tension.

Kara laughed. “I think Lena just wants to keep me from eating everything else.”

Alex and Kelly also showed up in marching costumes, making the moment even more awkward. They were married, of course, so they were supposed to coordinate.

Alex strutted into the apartment, grinning, and threw back the cowl of her Batman costume, as Kelly rolled her eyes behind the mask of her Catwoman outfit.

“That’s cute,” said Kara. “Did you guys like flip a coin to decide who was who?”

Alex poked the gray fabric over her stomach. “You know what, Kara? Sometimes I want people to know I have abs too. And unlike some people I have to work for mine.”

Kara poked out her tongue and shoved a beer in her hand as Kelly pulled Lena into a hug.

After a toast to James, and J’onn, and Winn, and absent friends, Kara started the first movie of their marathon. Each couple had selected one film, and Alex’s selection went first: a really weird movie called The Keep.

“This was originally three hours long before the studio butchered it, but it’s still a classic,” Alex explained. “It’s Michael Mann’s only horror movie.”

Lena found it largely incomprehensible and not very scary, and there were some scenes, especially the nonsensical sex scene, that made the experience a tad awkward.

“If I was in an ancient castle in Carpathia and the crosses in the wall started glowing, I would not mess with them.” said Kara.

“Yes you would,” Alex snorted. “Your approach to danger is to shove you arm in it.”

Kara drained her beer and rolled her eyes. Lena glanced over at her and giggled, nursing the last of hers.

“Want another one?”

Lena nodded, and Kara got up to get them more drinks. Lena lost interest in the movie as she watched Kara cross the apartment and bend low to grab two more bottles from the bottom shelf of the fridge, bending at the hips. The bottom of her tunic pulled up over her muscular backside and the buns of steel strained her green leggings.

(She would annihilate me with a strap)

When Kara stood up, Lena snapped her gaze around and found everyone staring at her, Nia suppressing a giggle. They all looked endlessly amused, except Brainy, who had a self-satisfied smirk, as if he’d beaten her at chess.

Kara sat down and passed the cold beer to Lena, saying, “these movies would be scarier if they didn’t all have a bad guy I could just toss into space.”

She looked at Lena and raised her arm to curl her bicep.

Lena felt her soul almost leave her body and took a drink from her beer to hide the shivers.

The movie ended and Nia jumped up to put on her selection, which she proudly announced to the group. “ARMY OF DARKNESSSSS!” she shouted, clapping her hands.

Lena hasn’t seen this before and even though there was a ten minute prologue explaining what the hell it was about, Lena finally just decided to stop caring about the plot and just go along for the ride.

Kara had apparently seen it and she and Nia went back and forth quoting the dialogue back and forth at each other and gobbling snacks. Alex and Kelly seemed more interested in each other and had gone fairly quiet.

Lena was more interested in Kara. Her joy was infectious, especially after a third beer.

It was getting cool in the apartment by the time they were ready for the final movie, and Lena’s outfit was hardly warm. Kara felt her shiver and got up, coming back with a stack of blankets, which the others accepted.

Kara then took her cape and spread it over Lena. The fabric was stout and heavy and lay warmly about her as she tucked it under her chin.

“Uh oh,” said Alex. “Lena gets the Superblankie.”

“Oh, shut up,” Kara said.

“Lena always gets the Superblankie,” Nia agreed.

“Guys!” Kara said, sounding a little panicked.

“Start the movie already,” Kelly yawned, breaking the tension.

Kara put on the final movie, her choice: Bram Stoker’s Dracula.

No one remarked that for movie choosing purposes, Lena and Kara had been expected to act as a couple. Kara sat down on the sofa with Lena and pulled the cape around them both, tucking them tightly together and sharing her blessed, glorious body heat. Kara ran about three or four degrees hotter than a baseline human and it made her a living space heater. Lena adored it.

She adored a lot of things about Kara, like her laugh and her smile and that funny little scar, the only imperfection on her invulnerable body. She adored the way her blue eyes glittered like sapphires in the dark apartment, and the soft pillow of her bottom lip and her big strong hands and the way she was always laying a protective arm across Lena’s shoulders, making her feel so safe and…

Lena turned her attention to the movie. It was a comfort choice of hers and she knew it by heart, so it was easy to relax into Kara and not worry too hard about how much she was utterly, irrevocably, cruelly in love with her unattainable best friend.

The apartment was quiet. Lena was fairly sure that Alex was asleep and Kelly was mellow, too entranced with her new wife to care about anything else, and the way that Brainy and Nia were tucked under their blanket and whispering to each other made Lena hot with jealousy.

Kara’s chest hitched and Lena turned to her sharply.

“What is it, darling?” she murmured.

“Nothing,” Kara lied, then whispered. “This is so sad.”

She took Lena’s hand and Lena almost died on the spot, and it got worse when Kara nuzzled her chin into the crook of Lena’s shoulder.

Out of nowhere, half an hour later, Kara murmured, “if I lost you I think I’d become a monster too.”

Lena flinched, then turned to her. Kara was looking at her with big puppy dog eyes and that crooked little smile of hers, at once an honest smile and a smile for the keeping of secrets.

Everyone else was asleep, and would probably stay that way until morning.

“Kara,” Lena whispered.

Kara took it as an invitation, gently shifting so that Lena was now in her lap, and tucked Lena under her chin. She wrapped her arms around her and just breathed, chest gently rising and falling against her.

“I want you to know how sorry I am for all the things I’ve done,” Kara whispered into the top of her head. “I’ve never told you, I was gone before I could and after I got back I was scared.”

“Kara,” Lena murmured back, “darling, it’s alright.”

“I was so scared when I was there,” Kara said, not daring to name the Phantom Zone. “That place messes with time. I was terrified that if I ever got back you’d all be gone. You would be gone. I was so afraid it hurt.”

Lena went still, just listening.

“I’m so sorry, baby. You deserve better than me.”

“No I don’t,” Lena insisted, almost too loud. “No I don’t. There is no one better. God, Kara,” she softened her voice, “I think I fell a little in love with you the day we even met. I never used to believe in love at first sight or soulmates but… I am a witch after all.”

Kara let out a slow sigh. “Lena, are you saying…”

“Even when I was trying to tell you I hated you, I was telling you how much I love you. It’s you, Kara. It’s always been you.”

“I love you so much,” Kara said whispered, “I’ll love you forever.”

“Kara, everyone else is asleep,” she forced out, her jaw trembling from excitement. “Take me to the bedroom. Please.”

Kara said nothing but stood up in a single motion, lifting Lena with ease and curling her up in the cape. Lena didn’t think her feet ever touched the ground as they slipped into the bedroom and Kara laid her down on the bed, quickly and quietly closing the door before lunging into the bed, pressing Lena into the mattress with a barrage of hot, aggressively desperate kisses.

They were both quiet, Kara pausing only briefly to implore Lena with her eyes and wait for a murmured yes. There was something thrilling about the quiet, they way they swallowed their gasps and passed their moans softly through one another’s lips, and Lena would never forget the way Kara delighted in her, virtually worshipping her.

Lena returned the favor with with enthusiasm.

By morning, Lena was exhausted in every sense of the term and was curled up in a tangle of blankets and a snoozing Kryptonian.

There was a knock at the door.

“Well lock up on our way out,” Alex called. “By the way, you guys forgot about the whole keeping quiet thing about halfway through. Thanks for etching Lena yelling “daddy” into my brain.”

Kara snorted.

“Alex, I love you, but get out.”