#superman and Bruce’s kids judge him together

[aveaveria]

Hi!! I looove your take on Dick, your writing is amazing. I was wondering if you have any fanfic recs for him 👉👈. I'm open to anything. Thanks a bunch 🥰

Thank you so much for the kind words, dear anon, 🥰 and sorry for the wait! I recommend checking out multiple fanfictions by these authors but I limited my recs to one per author. 😊 I hope the recs are to your taste—if not all, then some of them!

🪴Gen Dick Grayson Fic Recs

Little Suns by ScarlettSwordMoon

While Bruce was presumed dead, Dick adopted Damian. Now that Bruce has returned, the three of them struggle to adjust to the new status quo. AKA Five times Dick struggled with being a father and a son, and one time he got the balance right.

Little Suns is a wonderful exploration of Dick's time as Batman and relationship with Damian shortly before Bruce's return and after. Dick is immensely grateful for the added time he can spend with Bruce after all, but the patriarch being back means old and new problems return too.

The Dark Embrace by TheOakTreeGhost

It was four hours until the break of dawn, and while full moon was high in the sky, it’s silver gleam barely penetrated the inside of the edifice. Most of its windows were purposefully designed to keep the light out, after all. Careful not to let his footsteps echo, Batman walked past the entrance hall and the visitor center, then turned left to go to the west wing. A long, dust-encrusted corridor with tiled floors that had never lined-up properly extended before him, its cracks resembling veins from which dried up sprouts grew, and then, deprived of any nourishment, withered. Though now hollow of its utilitarian grandeur, the walls were still too tall yet too claustrophobic, their deteriorating blankness forging grotesque monsters out of peeling paint and grime. They watched him. Judged him. And they found him wanting. OR When the Batcomputer picks up on strange readings coming from the abandoned Gotham City Youth Center, Batman must go investigate.

I wish the Dark Embrace were a canon comic because it has everything that makes mystery stories great. It's a great detective story showing how Dick operates on his lonesome and then with an alternate universe Bruce at his side while they fight scary monsters!

Behind Every Mask (There Is a Path to a Heart) by NyxKvistad

Gordon promised himself he wouldn't accept the kid as part of the team. It's a promise he didn't think he would have to break. Robin, Richard, Dick, that kid changed his mind, just like he changed Bruce's life.

Fics about Dick's early crime fighting career have their very own charm. Behind Every Mask explores very sweetly and humorously the way not only Bruce and Dick but also Jim and Dick grow together during nightly rooftop meetings.

Obfuscated by A Mess (ErebosBlue)

Cass, still being new to the family, is confused by Dick Grayson. He does not make it better when he talks with her, but he does pique her interest in ways that not many are able to. Because Dick is hard to read and yet so easy to trust. To get behind. - Dick Grayson Week: Dick’s Undervalued Competency

A wonderful character study of Dick as the seasoned crime fighter and big brother of the Bat Clan by Cass Cain herself.

Should Old Acquaintance Be Forgot by J.T.

Damian has a bit too much to drink at the New Year’s party, and he decides it’s an opportune time to discuss important matters with Grayson and Father.

Gala fics and this trio just give me nostalgia. It's a wonderful feeling to read fics like these. They are my favorite non-nuclear family trio.

The Rule Stands by Engineered

“I know what you’re going to say, Batman,” Damian said, shrugging the hand off his shoulder. “You’re going to tell me that Nightwing is dead, and that people don’t come back from the dead. Well, clearly you are wrong, seeing that you were dead and I was dead and Red Hood was dead and even Superman was once dead-” “My parents are dead,” Father interrupted. “Nightwing’s parents are dead. There have been a few notable exceptions in extenuating circumstances, Robin, but the rule stands. Everyone can die.” OR Damian meets a 10-year-old Dick Grayson, and they become best friends.

The Rule Stands shows why Dick Grayson will always have a special place in Damian's heart. Their relationship in this is very rooted in canon while also introducing a time travel twist, which gives Damian an opportunity to bond with little Grayson and shows the contrast to how much he loves adult Grayson as a big brother, friend and parent.

🛳️ Ship and Ship-Gen Dick Grayson Recs

Hanging Work by Lucy Gillam (cereta)

Bruce/Dick Two tickets to a circus never used, a little boy forgotten, and a chance meeting. Of such things are legends made.

One of the classics. Any Bruce/Dick reader must at least know of its existance. If you enjoy Different Mentor AUs, definitely read Lucy's series. This is Selina raising Dick.

Stars and Cinders by victoriousscarf

Dick-centric with a side of Slade/Dick and Jason/Dick Bruce Wayne makes a really awful Jedi. His padawans are not much better. That Batman Star Wars AU no one asked for.

Maybe no one asked for this but it remains THE Star Wars/Batman fic. It's a very satisfying crossover world that victoriousscarf built.

An Arm Full of Feelings by Sophie

Dick gets shot and has to be brought to Superman's Fortress to heal. He meets a tentacle alien that he befriends, and also possibly sort of starts dating. No one really approves much.

I approve, though. A lot. This is the sweetest tentacle sex Dick has ever gotten and will ever get. Just be mindful that it is underage.

Territory by TooFazed

Thomas Sr./Dick with a side of Bruce/Dick Thomas blames it on Bruce. A little at least. Because Bruce said son, not sons.

Flashpoint Thomas Wayne comes in contact with the mainline, most importantly Dick, meaning he therefore doesn't mess everything up. A BDSM exploration of Dick's mental state.

Naked As We Came by klose

Bruce/Dick "As it happens," he says, letting humour crinkle his eyes as his gaze flickers towards the other end of the table -- "I believe Dick would make a fantastic trophy wife." Fix-it for for this headcanon: "Bruce secretly longs to marry Dick, but after joking with him about it for so long he’s afraid Dick will say no. He can’t take the thought of that rejection and so he keeps the ring in his back pocket. It’s his father’s."

I devoure Klose's fics when I first came here, and she had banger opinions on Timblr too. She captures the romantic Bruce is, especially when it's about Dick, really well. And they are pining, your honor. Pining. Bruce and Dick are a married couple and chickens about it anyway.

He Shouldn't Have Interfered by WorldsUnreal

How Clark found out about Bruce and Dick. Or rather, how Clark mistook their completely appropriate feelings for something else and then it turns out he had been right all along.

One of the first DC fics I ever read and the first multi-chapter I followed on AO3. Clark being wrong but totally right is hilarious. I think other characters recognizing Bruce and Dick's mind boggling fated love is always delicious to read.

Klarion’s Curse by ilyena_sylph, Merfilly

Slade hunted the wrong witch, and gets an interesting curse.

Klarion's curse made me ship Slade & Dick, and it is a blast full with pre-N52 canon. Additionally, the fic has a unique Slade and Dick dynamic I haven't seen in fandom much to this date. Dinah is a fun and refreshing support character.

When I read these first fics the DCU was like a strange new world I stumbled into. These fics and many others are the reasons I learned to love the DCU. Don't forget to check out the referenced comics too. You will enjoy them. Trust. 💚

[busterkeel]

New maladaptive thought alert! Please read it sounds interesting in my mind so I thought I'd share

If someone can write a fic with similar please do or has any ideas that I can add to my thoughts

So........

After reading the chapter where Bruce is just brooding outside of The Fun Zone my brain went places~~

Ok I'll try to explain it the best as I can but imagine Danny uh....

I think I should point out I don't know how the actual background of the "story" would have led up to this, but just think of these thoughts collectively

• Jason and Danny are friends or are dating/ crushing on each other

• He could be working for Jason or a place where jason regularly visits and possibly don't know Red hood and Jason are the same people

• Maybe he has a crush on "one of them" but think the other is dating them

• In Gotham because of bad reveal or all friends and fam dead

• He gets close to both Jason and the batfam over time

• Hes smart goes college there and they all like him etc

• Actually maybe he starts helping out the batfam with supernatural knowledge things for the batfam, he needs to be somewhat close enough with both of the batfam and Bruce Wayne kids

Ok so Danny hanging out with Jason and then Bruce is getting suspicious (because Jason is calmer or something) and worried about this kid that's hanging out with his kids

So he starts to stalk him as Batman and Danny can sense he's being watched and he's just trying to pretend and get used to it, but he mentions it to Jason one day when they're getting a late lunch together

So Jason starts to notice Danny is acting sus and out of character cause he can feel batman just started watching them eat from afar

Jason: "What?"

Danny: "....so, can you get your stepdad to stop stalking me"

Jason: choked on his drink "What?!? I don't have a stepdad?!?"

Danny: "Oh, is it like a sugar daddy type thing or friends with benefits?"

Jason: "HUH?!? Wait no stop. What are you talking about"

Danny: "Yeah sure I mean I'm from out of town, but even I know you're dad and Batman got a thing going on, how does he pay for all his gadgets, they have to be fucking or something"

Jason: "First of all ew, second of all there's nothing going on between my da-Bruce and Batman"

Danny: "'?You think them dating is something on the low, no need to pretend you don't know, like the time he was dating superman,... actually maybe they were a poly at one point im not judging" he takes a drink

"Plus if that wasn't true I'd actually have to follow up with this one demon I have a bet with and I don't want to be dragged to hell now in the middle of finals"

Before he(Jason) could be disgusted again he blue screens at that later half

Aka Ghost Zone King Danny made a bet with a [random name] high-class demon (maybe even Lucifer or something) that he's friends with to come to hell and help with something that requires a lot of paperwork related to the hell section of the infinite realm that he's been putting off because it's paperwork

And they were getting annoyed he kept pushing it to the side, so while they were hanging out they got to talking about Gotham which led to talking about Batman and Bruce Wayne being a thing that Danny 100% believes, but the demon thinks they aren't so they made a deal/contract that if he gets proven right within 100 years then hell have to do his damn work

But if he's wrong Danny can put it off for another 100 years

Extra collective information to keep on mind

• Tim or Barbara did a background check and they found out in Danny's family history the Fenton/Nightingales were related to the occult side and summoning etc

• Danny in turn initially uses this as the reason he knows in detail about the supernatural, (which is just some of his kingship lessons)

• Because he had initially helped Red Robin when he was following a lead on an occult in Gotham that was trying to summon a demon for world destruction or something

• Actually maybe he was kidnapped as a sacrifice and then saw their work and was sassing them like "Yeah so that's wrong, do you even know what you're doing or did you get this off of Reddit" "That doesn't even summon an actual demon, it summons a demonic squid" which he then corrects the missing segment of their summoning circle and it summons the squid which inks them

• One of the batfam members was there tied up and the rest were overhearing it from the coms, finally showed up and saved them

• Danny helps unsummon the Demonic squid and then goes "I'm going home i got class tomorrow good luck with fight crime"

So now Jason is internally freaking out because he thinks Danny sold his soul to a demon and if he finds out that Bruce Wayne and Batman are the same person and not dating he's doomed for hell

Which he tells the rest of the fam which got them also freaking out

• Jason just goes to the manor (cause he called an emergency meeting) walks in and sits down with his face in his hands

• Everyone wondering and asking what happened what's the code Constantine for

Jason: "damny sool 'is ole"

?: "What?

Jason: "DANNY SOLD HIS SOUL!! And made a bet with a demon that B and Batman are dating and if he's wrong he's gonna be dragged to hell!!!"

And Danny is oblivious to their worries cause he's just internally like "I so don't want to do all that paper work and deal with finals at the same time, that would rekill me"

I don't know where to go from here but it's just the batfam scrambling to make sure Danny doesn't find out about their night life

And Jason making sure he doesn't know he's red hood to connect to anything

Them having to agree that yes Bruce is intact dating batman

And Danny misunderstanding even more about the relationship between red hood and Jason

• They ask to see the contract and get Constantine to look at it to find a loophole or a way to break it completely

• But it's in infinite realm language and all he can really translate is the demons name, Danny's name at the top, and the ghost king's signature that oversees the contract and tells them that it's tighter than Supermans suit

• Danny sees him and goes "What the hell happened to your soul??"

• Ohh you're that soul slut dude that [list of a few demons] were complaining about

Yeah... that's all I got, thanks for reading this

[batmen-and-birds]

More interactions between the batentities and the people around them!

As already mentioned, Brucie flirts with the JL. It's what he does and he's a good sport when they aren't interested. It just makes them all question if Bruce would actually be open to dating half the league.

Also note that Brucie is NOT in he know when it comes to secret IDs of the other heroes. When Clark first talks about the farm and his parents Brucie is like "YOU HAVE A HUMAN LIFE?!?!?!".

Clark then reveals his name to him hoping that it would help but then Brucie is like "YOU'RE A REPORTER?!?!?!" and now Brucie is doing some hot-and-cold thing to Clark since "ugh, reporters never leave me alone" but also "I wouldn't mind giving Superman a private interview 😏"

In the end the league just decides it's easier to get the ID thing out of the way and unmask themselves. Brucie just stands there at the ones he doesn't know, like okay??? but he's soooo happy when he recognizes some of them.

After he got stuck in the toilet they now assign someone to watch him when he's in the Watchtower. Some get lowkey freaked out seeing Batman's face so smiley while others find it quite entertaining.

Most assume that Clark is on best terms with Brucie, but it's actually Oliver. He's spent the most time with the himbo and Brucie feels less judged since both have done most of the truly stupid stuff together. They can talk without flirting and goof off.

His family don't really know what to do to him outside of accompanying him to galas or having meals together. For them it feels like the uncanny valley effect and he feels like some unwanted pet, which breaks his heart a little (a lot).

He also doesn't know how to act around them, they're his children but outside of affectionate hugs and hair ruffles for the cameras they don't really interact with the Brucie side of Bruce.

The only ones that know how to handle him long-term are Dick and Alfred. Since Dick went back to Bluthaven after the first few days (he has his own life and the situation isn't that bad), Brucie just trails behind Alfred most of the time, after he's done doing his W.E. work.

After a while of being on the comms he finally develops deeper bonds with his kids. They now have inside jokes and Brucie learns the Bat's version first aid to help them after patrol. He's used to thinking of his kids as normal children, not trained vigilantes and already worries about them at the most basic stuff, wether it be using the grabbling hook or taking down a common thug.

The kids also start letting him into their lives. He starts driving Cass to dance lessons or accompanies Damien to art shows. Tim talks with him about W.E. stuff and Steph and Babs let him come along a shopping trip.

The biggest problem is bonding with Jason: Brucie doesn't remember how he lost him. He knows that he was kidnapped and killed, but that's also what the public knows about him.

He didn't even know that the Red Hood was his lost boy and when he realized that he was so confused on how he came back. And now he's so close but so far away.

[amya-da-dc]

Pixel by Pixel

Word count: 1k

Summary: Damian never had a childhood. Raised by the League of Assassins, trained in every deadly art imaginable—but nothing in his life prepared him for… Minecraft.

a/n: in other words i thought to hard about this

Tim had only mentioned Minecraft in passing, scrolling through his phone as they waited for Bruce to finish a mission with Superman. Damian, perched stiffly on the edge of the Batcomputer chair like it was a throne, had blinked.

“Minecraft?” Damian echoed, his brow furrowing. Damian says the word like it’s a foreign language—which, to him, it practically is. “What is that?”

Tim looked up slowly, unsure if he’d heard right. “You’ve… never heard of Minecraft?”

Damian crossed his arms, scowling. “Should I have?”

Tim stared for a second, then shrugged with a small grin. “Only the best-selling video game in the world. It’s, like, digital Lego. Wait do you know what Legos are? Never mind, we will deal with that later. You build stuff, mine stuff, fight monsters-you know what“ Tim stands up, practically bouncing with excitement. “We are playing Minecraft.”

And that’s how, an hour later, Damian Wayne finds himself sitting cross-legged on the floor of the Batcave’s gaming nook-which is really just the batcomputer Tom hacked to be a giant Minecraft game, a controller in hand, brow furrowed in concentration.

“So what is the objective?” Damian asks, already judging the pixelated graphics. “It looks… simplistic.”

“The beauty is in the simplicity, demon spawn,” Tim says, booting up a co-op world. “You survive, mine resources, build stuff. There’s no set goal unless you go after the Ender Dragon.”

Damian’s eyes narrow. “A dragon?”

Tim grins. “A blocky one. Trust me, it’s cooler than it sounds.”

Damian refused to play on peaceful mode—of course—and insisted on using the hardest difficulty. He also refused to build a basic house his first night and opted instead to dig a long, deep trench and call it a “defensible position”, getting ready to build his fortress.

“You don’t even have a bed,” Tim said, watching from behind as Damian’s Steve character wielded his fists with unsettling precision. “You’re gonna get spawn-killed if you die.”

“I do not intend to die,” Damian replied coolly, just before a creeper dropped into his trench from above and exploded.

Tim choked on his soda laughing.

Damian Wayne had killed a man with a pencil before he was ten. He could recite the name of every pressure point in the human body. He could disappear into the shadows without a sound, disassemble and reassemble a Glock 17 blindfolded, and win a chess match in under five minutes.

What he couldn’t do, apparently, was understand what the hell a “creeper” was.

“Why is this green abomination exploding?”

“That’s a creeper, Damian.”

“You didn’t tell me it could self-destruct! What kind of grotesque biology is that?!”

“You need a sword.”

“Well how on earth to I get that Drake?”

“You punch trees to get wood.”

“You what.”

Damian breaks the first tree with disgust, then pride.

“I’m building a fortress.”

“Dude, it’s your first night. Just make a dirt hut.”

“I have standards, Drake.”

“You know,” Tim said one night, after they’d been playing co-op for two hours, “you’re actually kinda good at this.”

“Obviously,” Damian muttered, focused on lining his hidden vault with obsidian. “It is all strategy. Resource management. Tactical positioning. And brute force.”

Tim smiled faintly. “Didn’t think you’d like it this much.”

Damian hesitated, his hands pausing on the controller. “I never had time for… this. Games. When I was young.”

Tim glanced over at him. “You’re still young, Damian.”

A beat. Damian didn’t respond.

“I will kill that creeper next time. Mark my words.”

Tim chuckled and respawned next to him. “Let’s do it together.”

And in that strange little blocky world of mobs and mined diamonds, under a pixelated moon, Damian Wayne learned—just a little—how to be a kid. And how to be a little brother.

The next hour was full of:

• “Why does punching stone not give me stone?”

• “Why does the spider make that noise—stop hissing at me, coward!”

• “Tt. I refuse to use Jungle. It is visually offensive.”

• “What do you mean the Endermen teleport and I can not?! That’s cheating!”

By day three, Damian has:

• Built a fortified stone castle on a mountain, with a trench.

• Tamed and adopted thirteen wolves.

• Declared war on the local villagers for “poor architectural choices.”

• Accidentally fell into lava while monologuing about justice.

Tim has never laughed harder in his life.

Something changes between them.

They start playing together more often. Tim helps him explore caves; Damian saves Tim from a skeleton ambush. They bicker, sure, but there’s laughter. Real laughter.

Damian never got to build something just because he wanted to. He never got to play.

Until now.

On one rainy Gotham afternoon, Bruce walks in to check on them. He stops when he hears:

“Good shot, Drake. You actually have decent aim.”

“And you didn’t threaten to disembowel me. Progress!”

Laughter. Two voices. No tension.

Bruce smiles softly and leaves them be.

Bonus: Damian’s Journal Entry

“Today I encountered an enemy known as a ‘creeper.’ I hate it. I also built a secret redstone trap beneath Drake’s bed. I hope it launches him into a ravine. Minecraft is… tolerable.”

[suzukiblu]

Parasite WIP is so good and I desperately want more of it! I voted for it in the poll and I’m so sad it didn’t win

Friend, I appreciate you asking after it because it really is one of my fucked-up faves that I really need to work on more, so uh . . . have all 4500 words of the prose so far all together, hahaha. Yes, yes I DID reformat this whole thing into Tumblr-friendliness all for you. THAT IS HOW MUCH I APPRECIATE YOUR APPRECIATION, FRIEND. ( so definitely we are gonna need that read-more down there, lol. )

Clark wakes up. 

Clark didn't even know he wasn't awake. 

"Superman," Bruce says with absolute neutrality. He's wearing the cowl. Standing in rubble. Clark is . . . not standing in rubble. 

Laying in rubble. That's what Clark is doing. 

Bruce is looking down at him very, very carefully, and seems . . . reserved. 

Reserved for Bruce, even. 

"What happened?" Clark asks, trying not to concentrate on the little seed of dread that the sight of that reservation invokes in him. He can hear the heartbeats of other League members, here and there in the wreckage of the street around them. Hear civilians and city noise. Hear Lois and Jon, distantly, and Ma and Pa, even more distant. And . . . Kara–both of her–and . . . 

"We'll go with 'electrocution', but I think we can safely say just about anyone else would've been virtually incinerated," Bruce informs him, distracting Clark from his mental rundown of people he's currently worried about. "Or just exploded."

"Ah," Clark says with a grimace. Well, that explains why his head hurts so damn bad, he guesses.

At least it was him, then, and not any "anyone else"s. 

He pushes himself up. Looks around. He . . . isn't sure where they are, exactly, except that it's probably somewhere on Earth and within the continental United States, judging by the architecture and signs he's seeing and the accents and languages he's hearing. 

He has absolutely no idea how they got here, though. The last thing he remembers is . . . 

. . . he's not actually sure what the last thing he remembers is. 

Not a great sign, that.  

Bruce is watching him. Like he's . . . expecting something, almost. Clark would ask, but there's an odd feeling distracting him. Something's . . . off, somehow. 

Missing. 

Bruce's utility belt is a new design, he notes absently. J'onn is down the street a bit and his costume looks a little different too. And Diana . . . 

Diana is over across the way, and her hair is a couple inches longer than he remembers it being. 

Clark would assume he was mistaken, except for the eidetic memory and all. 

"Hm," Clark says. 

"Hm?" Bruce says. He still sounds faultlessly neutral. 

"Trying to figure out if I'm in the right reality. Things look a little off," Clark replies, tilting his head and narrowing his eyes in concentration. No unexpected sounds or scents. No particular feeling of disorientation that can't be accounted for by being apparently electrocuted. No additional pains past the dull pressure in his head or any immediately obvious peculiarities beyond the minor little scattered differences here and there in his teammates. 

But something is–

"I can't hear Kon," Clark realizes abruptly. He doesn't usually especially keep an ear out for the kid, at least not deliberately, but . . . 

Bruce . . . pauses. 

"You can't," he says, very carefully. It doesn't sound like a question. 

It sounds like something, though. 

"I can't," Clark confirms anyway, glancing around again. He still doesn't know where this is. "Where are we, exactly?" 

"What's the date, Kal?" Bruce asks, and Clark's heart sinks. 

He answers the question. 

Bruce's mouth thins. 

Hell, Clark thinks. 

"We're currently in Keystone City," Bruce says, very carefully expressionless. "We've been here for three days. The date you just provided me was a full fourteen months ago. And Kon-El has been MIA for roughly thirteen and a half of those months." 

Hell, Clark thinks, and doesn't let himself process anything past that. 

"We need to get a scan of your brain," Bruce says. "For starters." 

"For starters," Clark agrees tightly. 

Bruce tells Diana they're leaving, then abandons the rubble and takes Clark up to the Watchtower. Clark goes. He doesn't ask what electrocuted him or who's died in the past fourteen months or if there's anything immediately urgent that he should know. Bruce would've already told him, if there was. 

And he thinks he'd choke on the question if he tried, anyway. 

They go to the med bay. There's a total stranger standing in it who smiles at them when they step through the door. 

"Haven't seen you in here in quite a while, Superman," the stranger observes in amusement, tapping a pen against the clipboard in their hands. "You still haven't been in for that checkup I owe you, you know." 

"He doesn't know you," Bruce informs them evenly. The stranger blinks. 

"Sorry?" they say. 

"He was electrocuted," Bruce says. "Now he thinks it's fourteen months ago. We need a brain scan. Immediately." 

"Hell," the stranger says, their eyes widening in alarm. 

Clark gets the brain scan. 

He and Bruce wait in a convenient exam room for the results, which seem to be taking a while. Bruce seems a bit more guarded than usual, which means Clark is standing next to goddamn Fort Knox right now. He sighs to himself. 

"Suppose at this rate I should call and tell Lois and Jon I'll be late for dinner," he jokes wryly as he folds his arms, no real humor in the comment, and Bruce goes very, very still beside him. 

. . . hell. 

They're not dead. He knows they're not dead, he heard their heartbeats before they left for the watchtower, Bruce would've already told him if either of them were–

"They aren't expecting you," Bruce says with absolutely no intonation whatsoever in his voice. "You moved out eight months ago. The divorce is already finalized." 

"Ah," Clark says, very slowly. He doesn't let himself process, again. Not–just, not yet. "What happened?" 

"You left them," Bruce says, and Clark . . . blinks. 

"I left them?!" he demands incredulously. Leaving Lois is one thing, horrible and impossible a thought as it is, but– "Not just–I left them both?!"

"As you explained it to me, you were no longer interested in maintaining the . . . 'persona' of Clark Kent," Bruce replies carefully, looking just past him. "You said you couldn't stand the screaming anymore. That you appreciated us . . . humoring you for so long, but you couldn't just keep walking around making excuses and lying to everyone while people were suffering and dying just because you had to pretend to be human for a while. So yes. You left them. Haven't visited since Lois finally signed the divorce papers. Haven't spoken to your parents either. You've been . . . erratic. Since Kon-El's disappearance. When we couldn't find him . . . when we couldn't even find out what happened to him . . ." 

"Oh," Clark says, and his heart sinks again. 

He doesn't understand, though. Kon is–he cares about the kid, obviously. Cares very deeply about him. He's pretty sure he even loves him, at this point. But he's not . . . 

It feels terrible to think it, but Clark doesn't understand why Kon disappearing like that would affect him enough to stop being Clark. It's awful, and he still hasn't let himself actually think about it happening at all because he really can't process it right now, but that awful? Really? Awful enough to abandon being any semblance of a normal person? Abandon Lois and his parents entirely? 

Abandon Jon entirely? 

Apparently, yes. 

"Technically you're on unpaid sabbatical from the Planet," Bruce tells him. "We thought you might . . . reconsider, once you'd grieved properly, so Lois pulled some strings with Perry White. He thinks you're having an early mid-life crisis and your co-workers think you're off finding yourself in South America with a bad cell phone plan." 

"I guess I don't believe in satellite phones?" Clark says, trying for wry again. It doesn't work, but he tries all the same. 

"This is unfair of me, but I'm going to take advantage of your current mental state," Bruce says. He's looking at the wall, though there's nothing there to actually be looking at. Not even anything on the other side, at least not according to X-ray vision. "Try to remember how you feel right now, when your memories of the past year return. Try to remember who you are right now, when those memories return."

"Why?" Clark asks, watching him carefully as he does. The corners of Bruce's mouth tighten. Just barely, but undeniably. 

"You've been . . . gone, Clark," Bruce says slowly. "You won't even answer to 'Clark' anymore. You aren't the same man that I . . . that we all . . ." 

The stranger comes back before Bruce has to admit to too many personal feelings or Clark can figure out what to say to any of that, which might be a mercy but might also be–

The stranger looks . . . strange, Clark notices. Nauseated, almost. And definitely distressed. 

"I haven't done brain scans on Superman before," they say, their grip on their clipboard concerningly close to white-knuckled. "And my predecessor apparently hadn't done any in a while either. Last ones in the system are over two years old." 

"What's wrong?" Bruce says, narrowing his eyes. Honestly at this point Clark figures a kryptonite brain tumor would really just be the icing on the cake, and frankly would probably explain some of his apparent behavioral changes and current memory loss. That genuinely makes more sense than anything else, really, even with grief and guilt to contend with.

More sense than abandoning his own damn kid does, at least. 

Although a tumor's the worst-case scenario, obviously. And it can't be any worse than that, really, or any worse than anything he's apparently done to his family this past year, so at least he's braced for–

"There's an . . . organism," the stranger says, swallowing uncomfortably. "In your brain." 

"What?" Clark says. 

"A dead organism, now," the stranger clarifies. "But it looks like it's been there for a while. There are . . . roots. And . . . lesions, too." 

"An organism," Bruce repeats very, very slowly. "In Superman's brain." 

"Yes," the stranger says. 

"I don't . . ." Clark trails off. 

"We need more scans," Bruce says. 

"I ran it four times on two different machines," the stranger says. "It's organic. It's not giving off any recognizable life signs. It seems like it might've been . . . you mentioned electrocution, before?" 

"You think the electricity killed it," Bruce realizes. "And then Superman forgot fourteen months?" 

"I'm not sure Superman ever experienced those fourteen months to begin with," the stranger says tightly, gripping their clipboard even harder. 

Clark was in no way whatsoever braced for this. 

"Fuck," Bruce says. 

More scans happen after all. A lot more scans, a lot of specialists, and a lot of arguing. Everything's a bit of a blur, in a sense. Clark absorbs very little of it, and mostly leaves things to Bruce unless he's asked a direct question about his medical history. His judgment might be compromised right now, after all, whether the . . . organism is dead or not. 

The emergency OR gets prepped. The red sun lamps get set up inside it. 

"Should we contact Lois?" Bruce asks as Clark's shrugging into an ill-fitting hospital gown and preparing himself to possibly die in pursuit of getting a dead who-knows-what out of his brain before it can start to rot there and potentially kill him that way. "Or your parents?" 

"No," Clark says. "Just get this damn thing out of my head." 

If he doesn't survive the removal process . . . 

They don't know what's been going on. What he let happen to himself, somehow.

He isn't going to tell them he's back just to immediately take himself away again. 

He records something for Jon, just in case. It's not enough, but it's–something, he tells himself. It's something. 

It's all he can bring himself to do. 

He leaves the disk with the recording on it with Bruce and asks him to have Dick deliver it, if it's necessary. 

Things proceed from there, and Clark wakes up again a week later in a private room in the med bay, connected to half a dozen machines and needles and tubes and directly facing the sun. Diana is dozing in the chair next to his bed. Bruce is pacing at the foot of it. They're both in costume. Clark feels weak and groggy, but he can hear half a dozen other heartbeats lingering in the hall, so presumably they were expecting him to wake up around now. 

"Mm," he says. Diana snaps awake. Bruce stops mid-step. 

They both look at him. 

"The operation was a success," Bruce informs him. "Textbook. Or as textbook as removing a mind-controlling parasite of unknown origins from a Kryptonian brain can get for mostly-human surgeons, anyway." 

"Do you need anything?" Diana asks. "Would you like us to call your family yet?" 

Clark shakes his head, then closes his eyes and sleeps for another week. 

"Sleep", he supposes, counts as something that he needs right now. 

The next time he wakes up, he's alone in his room and disconnected from the machines and just feels . . . normal, really. Like nothing was ever wrong at all and he didn't just have major surgery that was, essentially, the equivalent of multiple traumatic brain injuries. His hair is already starting to grow back from where it was buzzed down for the surgery, and there's not even any bandages on his head. 

There's no noticeable scarring, Clark observes when he makes it to the little ensuite bathroom to take a look in the mirror. The surgeons told him there probably wouldn't be, given both the methods they'd been intending to use and the nature of his own physiology, but seeing the total lack of proof of what happened to him is just . . . strange, somehow. 

It feels almost like a cheat. Like it should be obvious, in some way. 

There was a parasite in his head. Something controlling him. Pretending to be him. Passing for him. It could've done anything it wanted. 

It did do things that Clark still has no idea about. 

So many things. 

He couldn't even fight it. Wasn't conscious or aware enough to, or just not strong enough to, or just . . . 

He couldn't even fight it. 

And he doesn't know what it did. 

The door opens. Diana walks in. 

"Would you like us to call your family now?" she asks. 

"Yes," Clark says roughly, curling his fingers around the sides of the sink in front of him. "Please." 

"Of course," Diana says with a terrible and merciless gentleness. 

Clark sits down on the lid of the toilet and just . . . cries. Just for a minute. 

Or twenty. 

Diana kneels in front of him and holds his hands in her own. 

Fourteen months, Clark thinks, all twisted up with grief and pain and so, so much regret. He missed so much. He wasn't there for Jon or Lois or his parents. He wasn't there for Bruce or Diana or the League, for either of Kara, for . . . 

For Kon. He wasn't there for Kon. 

Wasn't there for Kon when the kid needed him. 

Kon completely vanished, and who knows if the damn parasite even pretended to help look for him? If it did anything at all for him? Who knows if Clark could've found him, could've saved him, if he'd still been himself at the time? 

. . . who knows if the parasite isn't what made Kon disappear to begin with? 

It took fourteen months of Clark's life, and Kon . . . Kon disappeared two weeks into those fourteen months. 

If nothing else, the timing is a screaming red flag. 

Clark abandoned his son and might've murdered a kid who only ever looked up to him, a kid who he was never really able to fully understand but literally named, and he can't do anything to bring Kon back or to make up for the year that he wasn't there for the rest of his family. 

Their family. 

God, what has he done? What has Clark done, and did Kon die feeling afraid or shocked or terrified? Did he die feeling betrayed? Did he think it was Clark doing it, however it happened? 

Did he die thinking Clark wanted him to die? 

Clark doesn't even know what happened to his body. 

There won't be another resurrection.  

Clark chokes. Diana squeezes his hands. He grips hers like a lifeline and shudders through it. The grief is a terrible, ugly thing. It's one of the worst things Clark's ever felt. 

The guilt is worse. 

"Lois," he murmurs finally, feeling like the weakest man alive. "Could you call . . . Lois, please, and just . . . ask if she'll come. I'll explain it all to her, just–could you call her, please." 

"Yes," Diana says, squeezing his hands again. "Of course." 

"Thank you," Clark says. 

He pulls himself together, more or less, and Diana goes to make the call. She comes back a few minutes later and tells him Lois agreed, but needs to find a babysitter first. Clark in no way blames her for not bringing Jon along and frankly is surprised she's willing to come at all. 

He's not sure what he could even say to Jon right now. 

What can he? 

Diana makes sure he eats something, then leaves for monitor duty. Clark tries not to overthink things. Tries not to think too much at all. 

He spent fourteen months not thinking at all, though, all of it lost in one oblivious blink, so that doesn't work out all that well for him. 

An hour later, he hears the Zeta platform activate on the opposite side of the base, and hears Lois's heartbeat appear inside the watchtower. 

Clark exhales, very slowly. 

He waits. 

Lois comes to the med bay. She doesn't stop to talk to anyone on the way. Doesn't talk to anyone except that stranger Clark still doesn't actually know the name of, who tells her where to find him. 

And then a minute or a millennium later she's standing in the open doorway of his room, and Clark is looking at her. Her expression is neutral, and her hair is shorter than it was the last time he remembers seeing her–the last time he was the one actually seeing her. An inverse bob, not shoulder-length anymore. He recognizes the blazer and heels that she's wearing, but not the blouse or the pants. Not the earrings or the necklace, either. 

And there's no wedding ring to recognize either way. 

Clark wonders what happened to his. 

God, but she's still the most amazing woman he's ever seen, and he's still never once deserved a single part of her. Not even a fraction of a part. 

Especially not now. 

"Kal," she greets, tone just as neutral as her expression, and Clark aches. 

"Clark," he says, just a little too abrupt, and Lois–pauses. 

"Clark," she amends casually as she tucks her hands into the pockets of her blazer, and if he didn't know her quite so well he wouldn't have even heard the crack in her voice around his name, super-hearing or not. "Never seen your hair this short. I kinda miss the curl, not gonna lie. It has charm, you know? Very boy scout next door." 

"I had emergency brain surgery," Clark says. Lois pauses again. Tilts her head. He keeps talking. "Two weeks ago, now. Just woke up again fully today." 

"What?" she says, just staring at him. "You–what happened?" 

"It's . . . unclear, still," Clark replies slowly. "But as far as we can tell, roughly fourteen months back an unidentified alien parasite moved into my brain and . . . took me over, essentially. I don't actually–I don't remember any of that time. At all. Then two weeks ago I got electrocuted in Keystone and the parasite died. The surgery was to remove its body so my brain could heal from the damage it did without it rotting in there." 

Lois keeps staring at him. 

"Fourteen months," she echoes very, very carefully. 

"I'm so sorry," Clark says tightly. "Bruce told me I left you. Left you and Jon. That I stopped being . . . myself. I can't imagine how difficult that was, or how it must've felt." 

"I can't imagine how waking up and hearing that none of us even noticed you were gone felt," Lois says. 

"You never do pull a punch, do you," Clark says with a weak attempt at a smile. 

"I'm sorry," Lois says evenly. "I should've known." 

"No one did," Clark says, then . . . hesitates. "Or . . . we think no one did." 

"You think that's what happened to Kon," Lois says, because of course she's already done the math, and of course she's already had the thought herself. Obviously she would've. 

"The timing is . . . likely, at least," Clark says. "And really, if anyone was going to see my face and notice that a different person was wearing it . . ."

"You have a point," Lois murmurs. She steps into the room. Clark wants to hold her. He also wants to bury himself in the coldest, darkest place that he can find and never, ever let himself see the sun again. 

He doesn't deserve it anymore. 

"I'm so angry that I want to cry," Lois says, her voice very distant and her eyes locked on his. Clark can see her hands fisting in her pockets. "I'm so . . . god. I should've known. You never would've left Jon. Not like that." 

"Bruce made it sound like the parasite was . . . very convincing," Clark says. It convinced Bruce, who may just be the most paranoid mind on the planet, so . . .

"It was," Lois agrees, still without taking her eyes off his. "But I still should've known." 

Clark blinks a little too quickly. Lois tightens her jaw. Takes her hands out of her pockets and leaves them at her sides instead. Clark never thought he'd see them without her wedding ring again. 

"It's been–months, I know," he says, hating himself for thinking he even deserves to say this. "For you. But I still . . ." 

"I love you," Lois says. "Come home." 

There is no possible world in which he could tell her "no". 

Med bay makes him wait for another two hours of observation and runs some scans, but then they let him go. Lois waits with him the whole time. She doesn't call anyone or send any texts. Doesn't leave the room. Barely says a word. Hardly even takes her eyes off him, like she thinks if she blinks he's going to disappear. 

Clark can hardly keep her heartbeat out of his ears, so he doesn't blame her. 

He doesn't blame her at all. 

They go to Smallville. Bruce had said he'd send Dick to pick up Jon from the babysitter's and get him to the farm, and as much as Clark had wanted to go straight to him himself . . . 

Ma and Pa first, he reminds himself. This is going to be upsetting for Jon–most likely traumatic, once it all sinks in. And definitely disorienting. It'll be best if as many of the adults in his life as possible know what's going on in advance, so he can go to whoever he needs to go to; get whatever comfort they can prepare themselves to offer. 

Clark doesn't know how to do this. 

He doesn't . . . 

They don't take two steps onto the farm before a familiar blur is crashing into him head-on. 

"Oh," Clark manages, and Krypto barks excitedly and flies up to lick his face, tail wagging wildly as he jumps all over him. Like he's missed him. Like he's been waiting for him. 

Clark nearly cries again.

"Good boy, Krypto," he tells him, quiet and rough. "I missed you too, boy." 

He scratches Krypto's ears. Strokes his back. Krypto nearly bowls him over in delight. 

Clark buries his face in his neck and cries a bit after all. 

Lois watches. 

Waits. 

Clark spends . . . maybe a little bit too long crying on his dog, and then they all head up to the house. Ma and Pa are both standing on the porch; presumably they heard Krypto barking. They both look a little bit startled and a little bit confused and a lot more pained at the sight of him, and Clark swallows painfully and stops just before the porch steps. 

He looks at them, and he loves them so desperately. Everything they ever did for him, and everything they've ever been to him, and . . . 

"I'm sorry," he says. "I just . . . there was . . ."

God, the way this hurts. 

"It was mind control," he says. "The past fourteen months or so. I was . . . I wasn't. Wasn't here. Or . . . anywhere." 

"Oh," Ma says, and her eyes are instantly wet with tears. Pa blinks very quickly, his hand curling against the porch railing. 

"I'm so, so sorry," Clark repeats tightly, his own hands in useless fists. "But I'm–back now. I'm home." 

"Oh, Clark," Ma chokes, and then they both throw themselves at him. Clark's been hugged by people with strength far past superhuman, but it's never felt . . . 

No. It's never once felt the same way as when his parents do it. 

They cling to him. He clings back. Krypto barks again and swoops around the knot of them, wagging his tail hard enough to nearly knock Lois over with the force of wind it stirs up. Definitely some of the porch furniture gets displaced. 

Clark feels so much. 

They sit together on the porch, Krypto sprawled contentedly across Clark's lap and Lois on the steps beside him. Clark gives Ma and Pa what explanation he can–tells them everything he knows about Keystone and the electrocution and the watchtower and the surgery and waking up. They watch him just as intently as Lois does the entire time. 

He doesn't . . . he doesn't mention his suspicions about what might've happened to Kon. Not . . . not yet. 

He doesn't know how to. Not to Ma and Pa. Not after he brought the kid here and left him on their doorstep with no real direction and . . . 

Just–he'll tell them. He'll tell them soon. 

Just . . . not yet. 

It's not a very long talk, in the end. Ma and Pa take in everything he says and just take it all in stride, just like they always have. Baby in a spaceship? Kid with superpowers? Son who thinks he can save the whole damn world? 

Of course they take it in stride. 

Clark loves them too much to even define. Too much to even wrap his own head around. They're the best people he knows. The best people he's ever known. 

They don't even think there's anything for him to be sorry for. 

It's . . . painful, a little, when Clark realizes that. 

Or a lot. 

So, so damn painful. 

Clark hears the definitely-not-a-Batmobile coming, far down the road. Three heartbeats inside it. Dick, Damian, and . . . 

Jon. 

Obviously. 

Clark strokes Krypto's ears one last time, then gets up. No one asks him why, but he supposes the look on his face must be answer enough right now. 

He steps off the porch and goes to wait by the driveway. 

It's not that long a wait, but it feels like the better part of eternity.

[danthepest]

Injustice 2 character interaction idea: Thomas Blake AKA Catman Part 1

Versus Superman

Catman: So the big blue finally went rogue...

Superman: Came to gloat?

Catman: Oddly enough I'm disappointed.

-

Catman: Flooding Metropolis and destroying Gotham?

Superman: I did what I had to for the good of mankind.

Catman: I'm sure the dead are very grateful.

-

Superman: Who are you to judge me?

Catman: Someone who knows more about personal loss than you think.

Superman: Then I'll reunite you.

-

Superman: Who are you supposed to be?

Catman: I'm the Catman.

Superman: Then go climb up a tree.

Versus Batman

Catman: Still can't wrap my head around the fact you're Bruce Wayne.

Batman: I'm still the same Batman.

Catman: No, the mystique is gone.

-

Catman: I'm sorry for your losses, Batman.

Batman: Solidarity, Blake?

Catman: Maybe its time I chose a side.

-

Batman: I have an offer for you.

Catman: What could you possibly offer me?

Batman: Redemption.

-

Batman: Join us, Blake.

Catman: It's too late for me...

Batman: It's never too late!

Versus Wonder Woman

Catman: I liked the other Wonder Woman better.

Wonder Woman: Silence fool or you will taste my blade!

Catman: You always were more brute than diplomat.

-

Catman: You killed Jeanette.

Wonder Woman: The banshee deserved to die.

Catman: She was part of my pride and you will pay with your blood!

-

Wonder Woman: Another villain blaming others for his fate?

Catman: I make my own fate.

Wonder Woman: And they all end the same.

-

Wonder Woman: You men are far too weak and selfish to be left unchecked.

Catman: And yet you threw your morals away for a single man.

Wonder Woman: Superman is worth more than any of you put together.

Versus Damien Wayne

Catman: How many of you Robins are there?

Damien: I'm the elite that outclasses them all in every aspect.

Catman: You certainly do in annoying me.

-

Catman: I never liked Batman's kid helpers.

Damien: Batman means nothing to me.

Catman: But at least they had loyalty.

-

Damien: Do you realize how pathetic you are?

Catman: Watch it, kid.

Damien: You're a dollar store Catwoman.

-

Damien: What makes you so special?

Catman: I'm the world's best tracker and hunter.

Damien: You'll be the world's best throw rug.

Versus Aquaman

Catman: You know, I never really figured out what your gimmick was.

Aquaman: The very sea obeys my command.

Catman: And here I though you just talked to fish.

-

Catman: You know, you and I aren't so different.

Aquaman: How is that?

Catman: We're both seen as jokes by our peers.

-

Aquaman: What business do you have with me?

Catman: Let's just say this is a recon mission.

Aquaman: Your employer has sent you to your death.

-

Aquaman: You are not familiar to me.

Catman: Don't think I've ever tracked Atlanteans.

Aquaman: Rightly so, as you have just become the hunted.

Versus Flash

Catman: Captain Cold spoke highly of you before you joined the Regime.

Flash: I have many, many regrets.

Catman: Oh I'm sure that makes him feel much better.

-

Catman: The Scarlet Speedster turned into Superman's stooge.

Flash: I thought we were making the world a better place.

Catman: By slaughtering heroes, villains and civilians?

-

Flash: How long will you walk the line?

Catman: As long as I can.

Flash: It's time to make a choice!

-

Flash: I think I have a better understanding of people like you.

Catman: People like me?

Flash: You have conflicting morals, just like I did.

Versus Jay Garrick

Catman: How many of you speedsters are there?

Jay Garrick: We've got quite a big family of them.

Catman: And all we get are Clayfaces and Chillblaines...

-

Catman: I hardly hear a bad word sent your way.

Jay Garrick: Oh I'm sure the Shade has plenty.

Catman: He sang your praises the most.

-

Jay Garrick: The Rogues had great respect for the Secret Six.

Catman: Much like the Rogues, most of the Six are dead.

Jay Garrick: My sincerest condolences.

-

Jay Garrick: I hear you're struggling with yourself.

Catman: What business it is of yours?

Jay Garrick: Maybe a little sparring will clear your head.

Versus Hal Jordan

Catman: How'd you let Sinestro talk himself into the Regime?

Hal Jordan: It just kind of happened.

Catman: Well that explains everything.

-

Catman: Never thought I'd see you turn into such a coward.

Hal Jordan: It's a mark of shame that I will never escape.

Catman: I know a thing or two about shame.

-

Hal Jordan: How do you live with yourself?

Catman: How do you?

Hal Jordan: By correcting the mistakes I've made.

-

Hal Jordan: It took a lot of hard work to earn my ring back.

Catman: What do I care?

Hal Jordan: Because I'm about to show you why I'm a Green Lantern.

Versus John Stewart

Catman: Is there no end to you guys?

John Stewart: The Green Lanterns?

Catman: Heroes with the same gimmicks and costumes!

-

Catman: So are you the bench warmer Lantern or...?

John Stewart: I am in charge of multiple sectors, including this one.

Catman: I'm not even gonna question how that works.

-

John Stewart: Where do you fall on the totem pole?

Catman: I don't follow.

John Stewart: Are you above or below the Javelin?

-

John Stewart: You have to answer for your crimes.

Catman: Have you?

John Stewart: I stood trial like a real man.

Versus Black Canary

Catman: You're Green Arrow's girl, right?

Black Canary: His wife actually.

Catman: Wife, right.

-

Catman: How can you stand that sanctimonious archer?

Black Canary: Would you prefer he was more like you?

Catman: At least I admit who and what I am.

-

Black Canary: I'm told you have history with Ollie.

Catman: None of it pleasant.

Black Canary: Consider this your warning.

-

Black Canary: Time to see if you're worthy.

Catman: Worthy of what?

Black Canary: Batman's respect

Versus Green Arrow

Catman: Arrow.

Green Arrow: Catman.

Catman: Glad we cleared that up.

-

Catman: You said we're friends on your Earth?

Green Arrow: We bonded over our lost fortunes.

Catman: The thought sickens me.

-

Green Arrow: You're a lot more confrontational than my Earth's Catman.

Catman: You broke into my home and pinned me to the wall with your arrows.

Green Arrow: That doesn't sound like me.

-

Green Arrow: My Earth's Catman is almost identical to you.

Catman: Almost?

Green Arrow: Yeah, he doesn't do the woe-is-me-and-my-inner-turmoil thing you do.

Versus Blue Beetle

Catman: I swear the so-called heroes keep getting younger and younger.

Blue Beetle: Hey, I'm old enough to drive.

Catman: That doesn't negate my point.

-

Catman: Another legacy hero?

Blue Beetle: There a problem with that?

Catman: Kid, I've got a list.

-

Blue Beetle: Hey, do you know Catwoman?

Catman: We are not on friendly terms.

Blue Beetle: Oh...guess I'll ask someone else then.

-

Blue Beetle: Hold it right there!

Catman: Kid, I am not in the mood for this.

Blue Beetle: Too bad, me and the scarab are taking you in!

Versus Red Hood

Catman: I feel like I know you from somewhere.

Red Hood: I am what the Joker made me.

Catman: Well that narrows it down.

-

Catman: We both believe scumbags deserve to die.

Red Hood: We are nothing alike.

Catman: Its cute that you think you have any moral high ground.

-

Red Hood: Cat...man?

Catman: That's right.

Red Hood: You couldn't have come up with anything more original?

-

Red Hood: Batman wants me to test you.

Catman: What does he want?

Red Hood: To see if you've really changed.

Versus Deadshot

Catman: Where the hell were you?!

Deadshot: I went underground when Superman went nuts.

Catman: You left your team to die!

-

Catman: Working under Grodd, Floyd?

Deadshot: You wouldn't understand, Blake.

Catman: I would if you'd drop the macho act.

-

Deadshot: We always said we'd end up killing each other.

Catman: That's true, we did.

Deadshot: For what it's worth, I'm sorry.

-

Deadshot: Did any of them survive?

Catman: Only I did.

Deadshot: Why leave a job unfinished, right...?

Versus Bane

Catman: You were the last person I expected to take orders.

Bane: My will no longer bends to the Regime.

Catman: No, but it does to Grodd.

-

Catman: I wasn't there when the regime attacked the Six.

Bane: Do you feel shame?

Catman: I feel rage.

-

Bane: You are nothing but the Bat's pale brown imitation.

Catman: He is just a man in a suit.

Bane: That belief is why you could never replace him.

-

Bane: I once broke the Bat.

Catman: You broke his spine, not his spirit.

Bane: Let us see if yours is as durable.

[nitewrighter]

The idea of Terry McGinnis having another mentor besides Bruce is always a nice idea to explore. Bruce gained all the skills he applies as Batman from many individuals all with wildly different viewpoints, so Terry getting different perspectives on what makes Batman effective from people other than the former Batman himself is just so full of potential.

Like... I could see Tim floating the idea of Terry taking on a partner past the kid, Terry shuts it down because the only real idea he has of "Batman's Partner" is "Robin the kid sidekick" and would rather die than let Matty anywhere near a costume, so Tim has to educate him, and then broaden his viewpoint. He doesn't necessarily have to have a Robin; maybe a Batgirl watching his six would be more his speed, or perhaps a Spoiler to keep him on his toes, or something entirely new that's not necessarily another inherited title.

I mean I really love the concept of Terry having to reconstruct Batman in a world where Bruce is dead, so it's all he can do to kind of go on a DC World Tour to put together this whole story and then from there, build a Batman that is relevant and resonant with the Gotham he's living in now. Like, having talks with "Whatever Happened To The Man of Tomorrow" Superman, Damian in a No-Longer-League-of-Assassins stronghold, Mayor Barbara Gordon, retired but occasional pro bono lawyer Harvey Dent, happy father and philanthropist Dick Grayson, and this whole cast, and Terry's kind of dragging Tim along with him in the process, and it becomes clear that Batman is something that everyone has been able to, in some capacity, heal and grow up from, except for Tim. Tim has been the Warden of the Cowl. Its guardian. The Batman he knew, the Batman he grew up with, was able to see his mission complete, his city healed, at least for a while, at least long enough for all the punishment he put his body and mind through to catch up with him. But Tim? Tim became Robin because Batman Needs a Robin, but now his role became judging whether or not the World Would Once Again Need Batman.

But also yeah I did see some banger fanart a while back of Maxine Gibson taking on the "Nightwing" mantle, though Spoiler would also be fun.

[takaraphoenix]

Who do you think is the best dc parent out of the core dc members?Superman, Green Lantern, Wonder Woman, Aquaman, Batman, Flash, Martian Manhunter, Green Arrow, Black Canary, Hawkgirl

Preface: I fully skipped over the "core" part and answered for various carriers of the mantle. I need to learn how to read.

Clark!Superman is a great dad, I think, I am still salty they took Jon's childhood away from us because it would have been so good to see Clark actually raise Jon.

Jon!Superman is a total mom-type dad, I am absolutely living for him and Dami raising Lizzy together, I do not understand why they're forcing a new Diana daughter but I love the DamiJon of it so I will accept my ship crumbs and move on. xD

Theee only GL I know to be a father is Alan Scott and... from what I gather, he doesn't get to actually dad a lot? I think I only really read one comic where he got to interact with the twins? And one where him and Todd had a gay bonding moment in, I think, a DC Pride issue. So, can't really judge that.

I have yet to see Diana be a mom. Everything I read about Lizzy so far had her be parented more by Dami and Jon than by her actual mother, I never read about Lyta Trevor so I don't know what their relationship is like, and every time Diana and Clark get to have children, it either ends with them becoming parents, or she dies.

Arthur!Aquaman I can actually attest to being a good dad, on account of many runs and me actually reading his series. Still wish I'd get more content for him and my favorite Curry offspring, Marina, though.

And I think that Jackson!Aquaman could also be a great dad, he takes well to mentoring Andy and is a good big brother in that way, and I think that would also translate to him being a good parent (I still cling to the theory that the Futures' End Beyond timeline retconned Marina into being his daughter, instead of Arthur's, since she is now suddenly a black woman and Arthur and Mera are still very much white, but they didn't want to retcon Arthur and Mera into having a second daughter beside Andy, I guess, so they solved it by making Marina the daughter of the other Aquaman. Which, I also wish to see content for Jackson and Marina).

And I genuinely do not think there is a more loaded DC question than "Is Bruce Wayne a good parent?" kghafkldghfldöghaöfkldghöl

I think that, if you play fast and loose and elect which canons to fully ignore and which to accept, which is totally fair and valid, Bruce can be a good dad, but if you actually do take all main continuity canon into account, he's fucked up far too much to genuinely be called a good parent. But also, I think, in his case, it heavily depends on what kid we're talking about too, on top of what continuity/series we're electing to count.

Like, Jason fully got fucked over by his deal with dad!Bruce. I think things with Damian are rocky, at best. Tim, quite frankly, I think got the best deal in the dad!Bruce department? Cassandra... started off like Bruce did not give a damn (like, it was fully wild to me that Bruce adopted her when Barbara was far more parental to her than Bruce up to that point) but he came around. Dick is... there's just too much history, both good and bad, and I think that their relationship is too complicated to boil it down to "good dad" or "bad dad" for him. Duke, I have never-ever read about Bruce parenting him even though I keep seeing him claimed as Bruce's... foster or adopted or I do not know kid, still looking for what comic that is actually canon in, beyond WFA. I genuinely, truly believe the only kid who actually got a good dad in Bruce is Helena, in every comic I have read about them (and I specifically seek Helena content out, so I've read more about their dynamic than most others), and quite frankly I contribute most of this to Selina being a stabilizing presence in Bruce's life.

Other Batmen as parents:

Dick has proven repeatedly throughout the multiverse (and also in canon because that boy did parent Damian for a stretch) that he's a great dad. No complaints. 10/10, would let him raise more kids.

Damian is currently proving that he could be a good parent - but, much like Bruce, I think he needs a stabilizing presence (Jon) at his side. I do not think that he would make too good a parent in any other setting or on his own, but him and Jon raising Lizzy is working out beautifully.

I have yet to see Barry!Flash as a parent, it is so weird to me how ever-present his two grandchildren are but that Don and Dawn are kind of... not really... a thing. Though he did low-key parent Wally, so he gets points for that.

Now, Wally!Flash on the other hand? Good parent, so cute. Love his family.

Haven't gotten around to read Jay!Flash as a parent yet, know him and Jody got a mini-series but it's still on my to read list and I'm looking forward to it.

Martian Manhunter is, I think, a good parent, though I don't have too much to draw from.

And Ollie, I wholeheartedly think is a good dad, but also I am fully and exclusively basing that on Arrow the TV show because I absolutely noped out of Smallville when they made Ollie/Chloe a thing (because, unlike other people, I am capable of turning off the tv if a show gives me an Ollie ship I can't stand loool) and I'm not touching the comics.

For Black Canary, same answer as with Ollie; not touching the comics. Because this is not my ship and to see them parent would mean to see them parent together and, again, unlike other people I am actually capable of just avoiding things with ships I don't like.

I... have never seen Hawkgirl as a parent, but she's also not really a character I have interest or investment in so she is someone I only ever meet on the sidelines?

So, in conclusion, I do think that Clark is the best parent, because he is the best parent most consistently and most frequently - others either have a spotty record or didn't get to parent as often - though I think that Wally is a close second.

[confused-wanderer]

Batman and Superman’s interactions in canon would go something like this:

Superman *reached his limit of cryptic and crazy bat shenanigans* : Bruce.. this is insane and you know it.

Batman: I don’t know what you mean Clark this is a perfectly normal response

Superman: Says the guy so in self denial he can’t realise that he’s projecting on a super villain

Batman *turning around and levering a glare that could freeze the sun*: .. I beg your pardon Clark?

Superman *maintaining eye contact* : Then beg.

[cloudycera]

Incorrect Billy Quotes In my head.

"Superheroes aren't police officers or soldiers or judges, Superheroes are criminals through and through, we don't uphold the law we protect people there's a difference."

"John is here? Don't let him in he wants something and that thing is gonna kill someone like it always does and then we're gonna have to fight death to bring em back to life cause I'm not gonna be responsible for that."

"I just let the other heroes tell me what to do cause if I correct them I'll hurt their egos, as long as their plan isn't gonna end with someone getting hurt I'll let them have their fun."

"The Wisdom of Solomon? I use it all the time but just because you have all the Wisdom in the world doesn't mean you have to follow it, like it told me joining the league would be a pain the as- butt, but here we are, still a pain but My pain."

"I love all the magic guys, except for John never John, they're super cool and Zatanna is the best, she always shows me new tricks."

"Why don't I like John? Everyone thinks I don't like him cause he's an ass but the truth is, I don't like him cause he's British and blonde. Nothing wrong with being either of those things but together it's a problem."

"Superman used to be my favorite hero but now it's Wally, Supes has this weird thing about me being a kid, i mean they all did but he never let it go and it's been on my nerves since. He has a mom and dad and somehow thinks he understands me, none of them do but he's the worst of them all."

"Batman's not that scary once you get to know the guy, he's a bit of a nerd honestly and he has this secret room in the tower where he plans stuff like a gremlin. He has the cave but maybe he likes to change scenery when he's being weird."

"We all have our good and bad traits, not me though, I'm all bad, I'm a bad boy, a rule breaker, huh? So what if I make heart shaped breakfast when it's my turn to cook, everyone deserves a heart shaped pancake every now and then, I'm still a bad boy."

"It's kinda weird that Superman and Diana have parents, maybe it's for balance or something, if Bruce was always in charge we'd probably be digging through FBI files by now......as a group I mean Bruce does that all time when he's pretending to read a newspaper."

Billy is incredibly observant of his friends.

[kaitlyngreatlyn]

“It’s my name on the line.“

Day 10: “It's My Name on the Line."

Fandom: Justice League the Animated Series

(Yes, I will keep posting even though October is way over, by the time I'm done, it'll be October again)

Lines are Drawn.

The watchtower was quiet, Flash leaned his head back on the couch cushion looking up at the watchtower ceiling. It was his turn to keep watch, but he couldn’t pay attention. It’s been a month since the Flash was dumped by a man he wasn’t even dating and he didn’t feel much better. 

Anytime he saw a dark haired figure or a well pressed suit, he would be distracted. 

Was this heartbreak? 

He’s dated before, he’s flirted around for years, but something was different with Bruce Wayne. He didn’t know what it was. He felt like he always knew him. It felt so right to talk to him. But still... Who was he kidding? They were from two completely different worlds. 

Bruce Wayne was an older rich man who could have the pick of any woman or man he wanted. Wally West just a poor nerd from Central City. Wally was just lucky enough to have Bruce Wayne grace him with his charm for that short period of time, of course he knew it wasn't going to last.

But, still, he couldn’t stop the hurt.

If Bruce Wayne had rejected him or ghosted him at the beginning, maybe he wouldn’t have had so much hope, maybe he wouldn’t have believed that they could actually get together.

Flash closed his eyes shut, trying to forget. 

A shadow passed by his face and he blinked his eyes to see a coffee in his peripheral vision. He looked up, his heart beating faster seeing dark hair, but his heart dropped when he saw who it actually was, “Hey Supes.”

“Flash,” The man in blue nodded his head with a kind smile, “How is it?”

Flash was confused, before realizing what he was asking, “Surprisingly quiet tonight.”

“Take the coffee.” Superman offered the cup again and Flash took it in his hands.

He looked down at the black coffee. He wanted to turn it down, but he looked back up at Superman’s kind expression and took a sip. Flash must have made a surprised noise at the sweet taste, because Superman laughed and took a seat next to Flash, “Hazelnut syrup.”

Flash nodded, taking a longer sip, feeling more rejuvenated.

“Batman recommended it.” Superman said, “Coffee doesn’t do much for me, but it does make it taste better.”

Flash felt his lip curl up in a smirk when he heard Batman was the one to recommend it, guess Mr Dark Mysterious didn't always want bitter black coffee. 

“It really does.” Flash took another sip and he looked closely at the chiseled man, he had black hair and kind blue eyes, he looked like a gentler version of the man stuck on his mind. He looked away feeling his face heat up. 

Superman sighed, “Flash, if you need to talk about something. We’re here for you.”

“Am I that obvious?”

“You have been a little more distracted lately.” 

Flash put the cup down on the nearest table and ringed his fingers together, “I… think I got ghosted.”

Superman tilted his head in confusion.

“By this guy- romantic partner.”

The slip up didn’t escape Superman’s super hearing and the boy scout put a hand on Flash’s shoulder, “If it’s a guy, that’s fine. No one here would judge you.”

Flash felt his face heat up again, was he really going to talk about this with the strongest man in the world?

Maybe he should finally get it off his mind.

He wanted to talk about it more with Nightwing, but his best friend always got a little more fidgety when Flash brought up Bruce. So maybe a set of (super powered) ears would help.

“I’m not ashamed,” Flash said confidently, “I’ve always liked girls and guys, but you know… My dad wasn’t always the most supportive.” He winced remembering his rough childhood.

Superman’s hand didn’t leave his shoulder, squeezing it in a comforting way. 

“I met this guy a while ago,” Flash laughed as he explained, “Don’t tell Bats, but I met him in Gotham. He’s rich and famous, completely different from me, so I guess I shouldn’t have expected anything from it. It still hurts though, cause I feel like we really had a connection.”

Superman’s hand tensed, “Rich and famous? Does Batman know?”

“I mean he knows I met this guy, but I don’t think he fully knows about the connection I have with Bruce. He invited me to a gala and even kissed me, but I doubt Bats knows any of that…” Flash trailed off not even realizing he revealed the name in his awkward rambling, “Or at least I hope he doesn’t. That would be embarrassing.”

Superman’s hand released from his shoulder, standing up in surprise. 

Flash looked up to him, “Are you okay?”

Superman cleared his throat, adjusting his expression, “It’s fine Flash…” He crossed his arms feeling a bit conflicted, “Why don’t you go home early?”

“You sure?” Flash sat a bit more enthusiastic.

“You got here early, so I don’t mind.” 

Flash jumped to his feet, already feeling better, “You’re the man Supes!”

He sped off before Superman could change his mind. Superman cleaned up the coffee cup Flash left behind and said out loud, “You know I figured you knew his secret identity, but I didn’t know you would take advantage of that.”

Emerging from the shadows was Batman, who had crossed arms and a serious look, “I knew his uncle. It was never a secret.”

“Does Flash know that?”

Batman’s silence was his answer.

“You should tell him.” Batman glowered at that and Superman said seriously, “I mean it. You brought him to a gala? You kissed him? You have to say something, it’s not fair.”

“It’s not fair? It’s my name on the line.” Batman said angrily, “And my family’s names. You know the reason for secret identities.” 

Superman raised an eyebrow and scoffed, “You think Flash would say something? Come on Bruce, we all work together, it couldn’t hurt.”

“It doesn’t matter, I’m letting him go.” Batman said, “He won’t need to know.”

Superman sighed looking back to the monitors, “It’s okay to let people in. It’s okay to love, but it’s not okay to lie to him.”

Superman didn’t have to turn back around to know Batman was gone. He just hoped that Batman would listen to him before it blew up in his or Flash’s face.

Little did any of them know that they wouldn't be able to prevent when or why the identity reveal would happen. 

[mntalbrakdown]

We Should Love Till Death

Sebastian Stan x reader

Requests open!

Mentions of: smut MINORS DNI taunting, unprotected sex (please be safe) female and male receiving, rough sex, fluff, pet names, talking about marriage, talking about kids

A/n: this is jack shit so enjoy!

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There were a lot of things Sebastian loved about you. One specifically is that you were social, you made people’s day by just smiling. Your most defining feature was your smile, it was what home feels like, that you aren't judged and instead loved, it was cozy. It even lit up a room.

On the other hand, what made him laugh was that you could be social all week at any point, and out of the blue you just wanted to stay home and not do anything. It was rare maybe like once every three months, it was spontaneous and he always was caught off guard by it, but somehow those were his favorite days because he had you all to himself (selfishly enough).

But today you chose to be social, you were invited out by Tom Holland and his friend Harrison Osterfield. You could tell that Sebastian was admiring you, he was too quiet, it has been like forty-five minutes since he had last talked.

“Look, Tom, I might agree with you on a lot of things, but Batman would kick Spider-Man’s ass, there is no debate,” you said looking at Tom fondly at why he got to that point, and Harisson let out a laugh because he was finally being heard.

“y/n, you are right the majority of the time but you are wrong on this,” he says leaning forward to you

“How the fuck would Peter Parker beat Bruce Wayne, literally how?” you were so confused

“Easy, spidey senses, webs, and strength”

“You mean Peter tingles right?” You joked “Look Batman kicked Superman's ass, Supermans! Superman is THE strongest hero” you exclaimed almost getting out of your seat.

“She’s right tom, Superman is a god, Peter is just a kid from Queens” Harrison adds

“What- no,” he says

“Your words not his” you backed Harrison up

“Peter's Spidey-sense will make him nearly impossible to hit. And he is faster and more powerful than Bruce. He isn't in skilled martial arts per se, but he has a superhuman advantage.” he says, you look at Harrison and you both roll your eyes in unison which made you let out a laugh and hit him playfully. That was another thing Sebastian loved about you, you were playful and friendly, laughing at everything and anything that most people would just bat their eye at.

“Whatever, Tom,” you say, giving up on the debate.

“Ha, I win!” he says, getting up and holding out his hand for you to shake. You shake your head and mouth ‘no’. When you were about to get up you were stopped by Harrison grabbing your shoulder to make you sit back down.

“I was wondering if I could get your number?” he asks politely handing his phone over to you

“I appreciate the gesture and I am giving it to you as a friend, but I hope you know I do have a boyfriend right?” you grab his phone starting to type your phone number in, you would never cheat on Sebastian.

“No, I understand” Harrison nods profusely and takes his phone back. You smiled at him. Getting up with no interruptions this time, you scan the room to try to find Sebastian, and when you did you smiled and headed towards him.

“I don’t have dick-shaped glasses right?” Sebastian asks

“No, no you don’t” you laugh at the man because you once in fact did make him wear dick-shaped glasses at one point. You were going to lean in for a kiss, but you were stopped and you frowned. You looked at the culprit, you were met with Sebastian’s cheek.

“What?” you ask confused, your eyebrows knitting together. Another thing Sebastian was so fond of. It even made him smile at the time.

“I know you wouldn’t cheat on me, but I feel like you don’t love me,” he says. You couldn’t believe what he had just said.

“Sebastian, I am going to sound like a broken record if you keep acting like this, I love you, dearly. If I wanted to sleep with people I would have broken up with you and just slept with whoever, whenever, where ever but I am so madly in love with you, and only you” This time you tried to lean in for a kiss and he leaned in as well, capturing your lips in his. He knew you loved him, but he never gets tired of hearing you say it.

“Fuck you,” you say pulling away from the kiss, you now realized he was just playing around.

“What time, when?” he says playfully, he knew you knew what he had just did

“I hate you,” you say with a grin

“Oh, but you just said you loved me,” he said leaning back in to kiss you, this time you were the one who moved your head so he would kiss your cheek instead. When he pulled away he had a frown which made you smile deviously and your eyes sparkled. You wanted to play games with Sebastian.

“Don’t be cocky” you say to him, you start to walk away, but he follows closely behind. You don't know where this is heading if you want to go home and sleep or do something else in bed. Everything was cut short with one word.

“Y/N!” Tom exclaims

“Cock block” Sebastian says under his breath, making you let out an airy laugh.

“Where are you guys going,” Tom asks

“Oh, um-” you were cut off

“We were about to go home” Sebastian finished your sentence with an angered tone in his voice, you looked at Tom apologetically. He returned with a simple smile.

“The party is just starting” and like if it were staged you saw loads of actors come in. You aren’t one, yourself, in fact, you met Sebastian when you were a barista at a coffee stand.

Flashback

“Hey can I get a black coffee,” Sebastian asks

“Weirdo,” you say under your breath, catching Sebastian off guard

“What?” he asks seeing if he heard that right

“I said weirdo” handing him, his coffee

“Oh please you act like people don’t order a black coffee”

“Please, I know people drink black coffee, and they are weird, it’s bitter,” you say looking at him

“Are you not a coffee drinker?” he asks

“I am, but I put like no caffeine in it,” you say

“Weirdo” Sebastian says under his breath, “You’re interesting,” he says

“Yeah I know,” you say looking at him with those evil eyes

“Sebastian,” he says holding his hand out

“y/n,” you say pointing to your name tag and ignoring his hand, he hands you the money and a paper with his name and phone number on it. You never planned to call him, and you never did, the piece of paper with his phone number on it was in a drawer somewhere in your apartment.

“You didn’t call me,” Sebastian says making you look up from your phone, it has been over a week and you completely forgot the encounter

“Oh, shucks I didn’t, ” you say sounding disappointed, but you both knew you were joking

“Give me that,” Sebastian says, taking your phone away. And putting his number on your phone.

“I hope you know I will be deleting that,” you say to him

“I know, that’s why I am sending a message to my phone so I can get your number”

“I’ll block you,” you say testing him

“I have other ways to get to you,” he says dodging the bullets you were shooting.

“I will quit this job,” you say

“I have my ways, doll,” he says, confirming his prior statement

“Gross,” you say, hating the pet name and that made him chuckle, he hands your phone back to you.

Flashback ends

“Do you want to leave?” Sebastian asks

“They’re your friends Seb, I wouldn’t mind staying or leaving, my social battery is at fifty percent, it’s your call,” you say, he looked at you with a grin and kissed the top of your head, god he loves you.

“Thirty minutes and then we can leave,” he says to you

“You don’t have to promise me anything,” you say smiling at him

“I am the luckiest man in the world,” he says to you “Even though you were a bitch in the beginning,” he says making you let out a snort which made you both laugh louder.

“Hey, y/n, right?” you look up trying to come down from your laugh. And looking at the beautiful women standing in front of you

“Yeah, it is, hi Brie” you smile at her “I love your work,” you say, and then you start a conversation with her.

“Would you ever like to act?” Brie asks and all the female cast come in a circle to try to get to know you, almost as if you were the shiny new toy in the class of the kindergartners.

“I thought about it, I would love to, but I already saw a glimpse of what happens in the real world. I think I would rather be a girl that hides in her apartment and ignores the paparazzi at any cost,” you say and the whole cast nodded their heads.

“Do you see yourself marrying him?” Elizabeth asks, you looked over to Sebastian, he was talking to Tom and Anthony and he was slouched against the counter facing you and he met your eyes sending you a wave and you waved back at him.

“Umm, I do, I hope,” you say, looking at him still and then snapped back to reality when you heard a bunch of ‘awe’ and ‘oohs’ “Shut up!” you say with a laugh making sure Sebastian can’t hear

“Are you scared he could hear us” you looked and met eyes with Zendaya and she had a huge grin on her face

“In fact, yes,” you say, grabbing your cup and taking a sip from it. Making the cast laugh at you.

You continued talking and heard a buzz from your phone, you looked at Sebastian before looking at your phone, you saw him looking at you. And when you checked, first you checked the time was one in the morning and two was that Sebastian texted you having fun? You look at him. And ignore the text message. You said you wanted to play a game, and you are now starting it. Don’t start what you can’t finish, he sends another text message. You smiled at the text and continued to talk to the cast, one by one each of them left and you ended up paying for yourself and heading to Sebastian, Tom was the last one there along with Harrison.

“Thank you Tom, tonight was fun” you hug him signifying you were leaving

“Call me” Harrison whispers in your ear while your hugging

“Sure will” you mouth to him as Sebastian says his goodbyes to Tom. You grab Sebastian’s hand and walk to the parking lot, and into the car.

“So what did you guys talk about,” Sebastian asks?

“Just things,” you say to him

“Things? Like what” he continued prying

“I am not telling you” you look out the window

“C’mon doll,” he says, making you gag at the pet name.

“No,” you say looking deep into his dazzling blue eyes.

“I will assume that you said you wanted to have my kids,” he says meeting your eyes

“Look to the road, I don’t want to be caught dead next to you,” you say jokingly

“I love you,” Sebastian says seriously looking into your eyes

“You better, I hope I didn’t waste four years of my life for this relationship,” you say looking at him “I love you too,” you say looking straight into his eyes. When you finally arrived home it was two in the morning.

“Don’t think I forgot what game you started and didn’t finish” he says putting his keys away

“Huh I don’t know what you’re talking about” you acted oblivious.

And with the blink of an eye you were carried up the stairs and into your bedroom. Which made you laugh. Sebastian let go of you and plopped you onto the bed, kissing you passionately, you started to unbotten his shirt while still kissing him and he unbuckled his belt and pants. When you finally reached the end of his shirt you take it off and than you pull away catching your breath as well as taking your dress off with one swift motion. You connect your lips with his again but this time it was more passionate, if fire can be a kiss it would feel like this. You look at his eyes, full and dark with lust you look at him with a devious smile. You pulled your panties down and in a swift motion you are on top of him. His eyes are wide, but he loved that you could surprise him at any given moment.

“If I start a game, I know how to finish it” you say looking at him.

His cock was hard and looked almost painful. You could feel fingers on your clit swirling around. You were caught off guard and looked down to see his fingers play with your folds when you look up you were met with Sebastian and he quickly bit your bottom lip making you moan. He picked you up and took up to the counter in your bathroom. You look at him confused. And he went in hard, out of the blue. Your eyes were wide and your mouth flew open leaving loud moans fill with pleasure behind. You grabbed onto Sebastians hair and pulled him into a kiss while he still thrusted in and out of you. He then trailed his kisses to your jawline, to your neck and that’s where he stopped, he sucked and left what will soon be marks, his marks so you knew who you belonged to. Your legs wrapped around his waist to push him deep inside of you as possible. “God, you feel so good around me” he says airily.

He pounded in and out of you leaving frantic and you looked down at what he was doing and he put a finger to your clit and started to rub fast and hard to make you cum. He picked you up and tilted you so he could go deeper inside of you and you almost lost it on the spot, your eyes rolled to the back of your head and your toes were curling.

You could feel a knot start to tight with each thrust Sebastian makes it gets tighter and tighter making you clench down. “Cum for me doll” although you hated the pet name this time it pushed you over the edge and made you cum.

Then you were pinned down so your ass was up and you could see what he was doing to you in the reflection of the mirror. He did that while still being inside of you and you almost came on the spot. Your boobs were pressed down on the cold marble counter which felt nice and Sebastian started pounding deep inside of you. Your mouth hung open and your hands didn’t know where to go, so they settled on the edge of the counter.

“You were made for me, all for me, no one else, I am not going to share with anyone”. You look at how concentrated Sebastian looked and how his hand was going to grab and tug on your hair. He leaned in to kiss your neck and that made him go deeper inside of you. Hitting you in all the right places. The cold counter and the way Sebastian was pulling your hair while pounding deep inside of you sent butterflies in your stomach. You made eye contact through the mirror and your lust filled eyes made Sebastian snap and his hot liquids squirted deep inside of you. When he pulled out you, you felt empty and cold and he carried you to bed. Knowing damn well you would not be able to walk. Handing you one of his shirts and tucked you under the blankets, he turned his flash on and saw your glistening cunt and almost got hard again. “God it looks beautiful” he says snapping a picture.

“Sebastian!” You try to grab his phone but he pulls it away so you couldn’t reach it.

“It’s just for me” he says kissing you

“Damn right it is” you say to him snuggling up next to him.

[analviel]

TIM DRAKE IS NOT ROBIN

It just so happens when Tim was planning to find Dick, his parents suddenly call him to tell him that there's a party or an event or just something on the other side of the world he can attend with them.

Sometimes they do this and Tim always says yes. It's as rare as leap years. Meaning it has happened only three times in his life before. He agonized over it. But you know, Tim's just a kid and there's no guarantee he can actually do something about Batman and Nightwing. Besides, Batman's been managing -if you can call it that- this long, with Alfred by his side, who's words certainly weights more heavily than the neighbours kid. He can afford a couple of weeks away from Gotham. By that time, Batman probably would've gotten his head straight. He's a hero, he's like, really strong, if anyone can get through this... besides, Tim figures Superman or Wonder Woman will do something before he truly crosses the line, right? Why would a kid know better than real superheroes, right? They must just be waiting until they're really needed. Right? Even though Tim personally thinks they should've at the very least locked Batman up somewhere he can't harm anyone or himself if they can't convince Dick to go back to being Robin. They're heroes.

Tim really wants to spend time with his parents. But before he leaves, he sends letters to every place he thinks Dick may be. The Titans Towers, his apartment in Bludhaven, where he lives with Starfire, Haly's circus, even to houses of his friends heroes. (Tim is twelve/thirteen alright. And one that has maybe below average self-awareness and his letters were very polite even if the act itself might've been vaguely sort of threatening).

So Tim leaves Gotham to spend time with his parents. It's busy, his parents keep him busy, and he doesn't have much time to dedicate to the news from Gotham. And really, if this is how it always is, no wonder his parents don't always have attention to spare on their kid in Gotham. So many things to do, so many things to attend, so many people to meet, and even more sites to visit. And the fighting. Tim hadn't realize it was this bad and suddenly thinks that, you know, it might've been better if he did stay back home. He realizes his parents actually brought him with them because they think a kid will somehow... magically fix them...??? Tim doesn't know, adults can be stupid.

Eventually, they realize the wrong in their ways and sends Tim back when his presence proves ineffective. Tim comes back to the city burning.

Well, not literally, but sort of.

Parts of it are burning. But not the whole thing. That's something.

Batman has been missing. And looking into it, at his last appearance, Tim surmise he retained a heavy wound.

(Or he's dead, not like they'll reveal it to the city just to cause more chaos and panic.) Batman seems to be out of the field and that was what Tim wanted, before he would've crossed the line.

Only, thing is, he'd already revealed too much weakness. The Batsignal had been taken down after one too many close calls on the perps they pick up. And the violence only raised from there.

(The first month when Batman and Robin and Batgirl's absence started to become suspicious. The second month Batman is deep in his spiral of violence. The third month Tim follows him around and then makes plants to pick up Dick that doesn't come to fruition and then sends his letters and then leaves. Six weeks with his parents, a few days from and to Gotham, two weeks to get caught up with what happened in Gotham. Batman is out, recovering, resting, dying, who knows.

Five months was all it took for Gotham to go to hell. And all it took was one dead son.)

Spoiler rises.

Gotham has a new champion.

Tim regrets that he hadn't been able to help. Tim will help.

Tim has a new champion.

Spoiler has a fixation on Cluemaster. It's not that difficult to go from there.

As long as, one, you know who was giving the police the answers to Cluemaster's gimmick. And two, that you know there even is a new vigilante because Spoiler is not like Batman who beats perps and leave them on the sidewalk for the police to pick up.

For wearing an almost eyesearing purple costume, Spoiler prefers to keep in the shadows and if not for the time Tim had trailed after Batman's madness, he wouldn't have learned the streets enough to notice the hints.

Tim purchase a laptop, watch tutorials day in and day out, buys pieces from junkyards to fiddle with wires and boards, and leaves Stephanie Brown a gift on her windowsill with a purple ribbon. Tim greets Spoiler over the comms. He calls himself Asset.

(It is not well-thought out because Stephanie takes to calling the mystery person who snuck into her room and refuses to give anything about themselves out 'Ass'. Tim did not actually sneak into her room but sent a drone to drop off his gift. Steph doesn't budge.)

Tim is not yet good enough to hack into cameras around Gotham. He finds he's good with a computer but not that good, his real talent lies not in the software but in the wires and soldering iron and the tiny bug camera/audio he has Spoiler plant around Gotham. If he can't take other cameras, he'll make them. (Also in case someone more experienced at hacking than he is manages to get in the system, Tim has a self-destruct button just for that. Yes, Dr. Doofenshmirtz is a good role models for mad scientist wannabes.)

A week is all it takes for Spoiler and Asset to get all the necessary evidence against Cluemaster. They celebrate. They are thirteen year olds and they just prevented a bomb from going off and put a bad man behind bars. They are high. They find more cases, for the most part C-rank villains and bellow but they also help with the big names by Spoiler planting more cameras and Tim sending the data and feeds for her to drop off to Jim Gordon. He is the only one who knows of the characters that have risen after Batman's sleep and can guess enough from Spoiler's stiff shoulders to keep that to himself.

Then...

Then it is six months and two weeks.

Tim watch from his now multiple screen behind his walk-in closet as a grave is dug out from the inside. Because S&A have put cameras everywhere just in case. After all, it's places you think are of no interest that criminals will sought to make deals in.

Tim does not send his partner to what may be a zombie but instead tells her to clear the direction Jason is stumbling towards. It takes him minutes to realize that Jason is patrolling his Robin patrol. Jason is sent to the hospital and Tim contacts them to list him under the Drakes, paying for his room and every other necessities. Has him transferred to the hospital that Drake medical industries is personally funding. When asked the name, Tim says Alvin Draper. He gets a cab to the hospital, finds Jason knocked out, peers at Robin's face. It's when they're alone, the previously dead boy's hands wrapped in bandages that Tim confirms in disbelief that as far as he knows, the boy matches Jason Todd. As if him digging his way out of Jason Todd's grave wasn't enough. Granted, Tim doesn't even know the shade of his eyes, so he's not the best judge.... Tim snaps a picture from different angles of the room and takes another cab back to Bristol while thinking up a story.

Tim knocks on the neighbour, tells them he's got something of Jason and if he can see Mr. Wayne. Tim is surprised himself by how relieved he is to see Bruce standing alive and well. Or not standing, leg and arm in a cast, an IV beside him on the couch in the drawing room. Tim weaves his story. Little Tim Drake wandering around Gotham, stumbles on a bunch of medic picking up a boy that Tim recognises as the neighbour's dead kid, pays for his hospital bills, takes a couple of pictures after the first aid or whatever and gives Bruce the pictures. Bruce makes his way to the hospital.....

I've lost steam at this point.

You decide if they arrive to see Jason and Bruce and Alfred is all tearful while Tim awkwardly leaves the room to resume his brainstorming on the S&A latest case, or they find an empty bed and Bruce goes on a frenzy tracking his undead lost son.

Additional idea: So Tim not being there didn't kill Bruce, but Bruce has been crippled and Batman is dead now. So without Robin, Batman did die.

Maybe Dick comes back to become Batman with Jason as his Robin, since that's not a combination often seen (Or the Batman Jason and Robin Tim, that's more common, though I'm loath to give up Spoiler and Asset). Around this time Babs comes back to the scene as Oracle with the birds of prey.

Additional additional idea to how they'll work with everyone back on the scene: since the Bats have the fighters and more equipped to report to time sensitive stuff, maybe S&A focus more on cold cases. Where Spoiler goes sneaking around, poking at old cases with Asset in her ears, figuring out puzzles and old clues, making breakthrough after breakthrough and bringing long overdue justice together.

Either the Drakes dies without Batman there to slap the poison out of Jack's hands because he's too busy searching for his son, or maybe they live with Tim able to direct Batman there immediately. Either way, Drake industry sponsors S&A, so now Spoiler also has toys like the Spoil... er plane??? Spoiler bike??? Eh, the name's work in progress.

[alecmagnuslwb]

Say Your Name Softly

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“Jaybird what happened to ‘don’t call any attention to ourselves’?” Roy asks as he looks around the bar where Jason has absolutely just caused a scene.

“I’m improvising,” Jason says throwing a wad of bills onto the bar for the owner as an apology for the trouble he’s just caused. “And choose between Jaybird or your trachea, you can’t have both,” Jason adds on because he doesn’t need Roy giving him some stupid nickname.

Roy, naturally, doesn’t listen. Jaybird sticks and despite his reputation and vague threats Jason never actually does anything to put a stop to it. Jaybird becomes common vernacular for Roy.

First Jason’s pretty sure Roy does it just to annoy him, especially when he realizes Jason wasn’t really serious about the whole trachea thing, delighting in every sharp glare that has less and less heat behind it every time Jason shoots one back.

From there it just sort of evolves, Jason stops glaring every time Roy says it and it becomes an everyday friendly nickname that as much as Jason is loath to admit it out loud he likes.

He’s Jaybird and well that’s fine.

***

Roy takes a running jump from the ledge of the building reaching out for the grappling hook and landing with a grace that sometimes still surprises Jason.

He doesn’t stop moving as he rolls to a stand and takes off, arrows knocked and aiming at the goons cornering them.

“Cover me Jaybird!” he shouts as he goes, expertly dodging gunfire while hitting three of the goon’s square in the chest with stun arrows. Jason curses under his breath already in motion guns at the ready. Beside him Dick chuckles.

“Jaybird?” he laughs and questions simultaneously as he stands and does a complicated flip jumping into the fray. Jason ignores him taking out the kneecaps of several of the guys while Dick kicks and punches his way through a pack of them, the blue of his Nightwing costume moving like a blur. Off to the side he hears the familiar thwip of a bow and thud of knocked out bodies.

Between the three of them they deal with the lackies easily, to the surprise of no one Black Mask doesn’t even bother showing his ugly, bony face. Jason’s tying up the last of the goons when he hears the sirens in the distance, Montoya most likely leading the charge. Jason stands to his full height about to shout over to Roy that at least he needs to get going, he’s not exactly on the best of terms with the GCPD just yet even if he’s been cleaning up his act.

Roy however beats him to it, “Jaybird!” he shouts from the other side of the roof where he and Dick have been chatting. ��We better motor!”

Jason turns and shoots a thumb out to the direction of the next roof over so they can make their escape quickly before the cops show up not needing to say a word for Roy to know what he’s meaning. Roy nods in return before turning back to Dick, the two do some complicated bro handshake that ends with a loud high five before Roy immediately takes off in a run shooting another grappling hook for he and Jason to slide across.

“See you soon,” Dick shouts at Jason as Roy already makes his slide over to the next building. “Jaybird,” he emphasizes with a big doofy looking smile that Jason hates. He does not have time for his big brother teasing him about going soft or something by letting Roy call him a nickname.

“Hopefully not too soon, Dickie,” he shouts flipping his brother a playful middle finger as he takes off in a run following close behind Roy.

***

Dick isn’t the first, or the last to comment on the little nickname as more and more people hear it. Kory always gives Jason this look, this soft understanding look that he doesn’t understand every time he lets the nickname slide. Alfred drops on comms one evening to invite him over for tea and calls him Master Jaybird and Jason can hear his teasing smile in the words. One by one his family and Roy’s friends all start to just make little notices of it, like it’s some big deal.

Which it isn’t. It’s not like the words become more and more a term of endearment than a nickname, like lately Roy hasn’t taken to saying it a lot softer than he ever had before and started accompanying it with these lingering soft little touches. It’s not like Jason hasn’t found himself feeling something a little deeper than friendship of late when Roy says it, like he doesn’t absolutely melt when those little touches brush his skin. It’s just a silly name, that’s it.  

“You good, Jaybird?” Roy asks his hand reaching out to turn Jason’s unmasked face to look at the cut along his cheek, all things considered it’s a minor injury.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” Jason says not making any move to stop Roy’s hand from lingering. That is until he catches sight of a small pack of Titans out of the corner of his eye. He clears his throat and steps back a bit a small grateful smile that he knows only Roy will notice on his lips. Roy just nods his head resting a hand a little too lightly to be considered some sort of bro slap on his shoulder before he steps away over to the little group.

Donna starts walking their way brushing Roy’s arm in a friendly manner as she goes, Jason’s stomach does a weird fluttering thing at the action. He’s not jealous, there’s no reason to be jealous. He and Roy are friends. Donna and Roy are friends. It’s as unmeaning as the nickname is.

“Jaybird, huh?” Donna says with a tittering laugh as she passes. They’ve just thwarted an apocalypse; Superman is somewhere on the metropolitan battlefield and that’s what she chooses to focus on. Roy just shrugs winking at her as he goes a look of some understanding passing between them that Jason can’t quite read.

Jason turns around bending down to pick up his helmet where it had been rudely knocked off of his head during a fight. Donna’s boots come into his eyeline, the amazon standing firmly beside him. He stands to his full height mirroring her stance with her arms crossed and hip cocked. She watches over where Roy, Dick, Gar and a few others have gathered checking in with each other.

“You better treat him right, Todd,” she says turning the full force of her warrior stance on him. Jason squints at her, the sky has turned back from its bright red to the sparkling night it should be, it makes the little constellations and stars on her outfit shine even brighter and makes her somehow more intimidating.

“That’s all,” she says before he can scramble to say it’s not like that with a wide fake smile, she reaches out her hand and places it on Jason’s shoulder like Roy just had, but with a much firmer grip, a grip that means business. It takes every bit of his Batman training not to wince.

She smiles more genuinely after a moment and steps away her eyes trained upwards when she spots Diana fly above.

Jason just watches her go expression unmoving realizing that maybe everyone keeps pointing out the nickname for a reason.

***

Jason’s not totally certain how he ended up at an arrow family dinner, except for the fact that he’s weak in the face of a bright-eyed pouting Roy Harper. So when he’d asked Jason to come as a buffer in case things between him and Ollie got intense his big green eyes bright in the morning sun with a pout on his face as he gave Jason a giant mug of coffee just the way he likes it, well he didn’t have it in him to say no.

Roy had been dodging the invitations for nearly a year, but when Dinah showed up in person and asked him to come there was no way he could say no.

Plus they’ve been spending more and more time in the warehouse in Star City than the loft in Gotham these days anyway, so really it was more a matter of convenience than anything.

So here they all are surrounding a big green table, which Jason thinks is a little on the nose, and everything has been shockingly pleasant so far. Dinah had practically burst into happy tears when she saw Roy on their doorstep and she’d even welcomed Jason in with open arms.

It’s clear the other arrow kids love Roy he’s oldest of them and they all look up to him and it pains Jason to see how surprised Roy is by that fact all the time. He’s not a screw up in their eyes, he’s their hero who overcame a lot to still be sitting at this table today.

Connor and Cissie are fairly indifferent to Jason which is just fine by him, except for Emiko who keeps asking exceedingly inappropriate questions about Batman that Damian always refused to answer. Jason doesn’t have any qualms about answering them however and he’s certain he’ll be getting a stern call from Bruce in no time about it. Mia is even shockingly polite, which considering their history is the most shocking thing about the whole evening.

Even more shocking though is Oliver Queen himself who is nothing but cordial and corny the whole night through. He’s clearly trying to maintain an easy-going environment and watching his words carefully so that he doesn’t test any boundary or limit that will lead to even one tense moment between he and Roy.

He doesn’t like Jason, but he’s never liked Jason so the simple fact he’s made not one negative remark about Jason’s presence is just enough for him. Everything about this night is clearly a win in Roy’s book judging from the smile that’s rarely left his face all night.

Dinner is perfectly pleasant and even makes Jason a little nostalgic for his Robin days when he was still innocent and family dinners weren’t just the occasional tea with Alfred. They’re lingering after dinner clearly each just waiting to see who will be the first one to break and say they need to leave and go on patrol.

It’s a waiting game Jason’s seen and always been the first to break at every gathering of his own brood, the only reason he’s not tonight is for Roy’s sake. He’s not even really paying attention anymore just lingering over the Tupperware of insanely good chili that Oliver had pushed his way moments ago letting the family just be together.

“Hey, Jaybird,” Roy says startling Jason out of his staring contest with the chili. He looks up and meets Roy’s eyes followed by the amused little smiles of everyone else and Ollie’s wide eyed, confusion maybe? Definitely surprise. “You ready to go bust up that fight club?”

Jason raises an eyebrow. The fight club in question has been on their radar for some time now, they’re 99% certain they’re using meta’s against their will and have been planning a little coup of their own over the weeks. Roy has about one and half feet in the door as a high roller, playing the role of spoiled rich boy looking to blow money even better than Jason does.

The next time he shows up he’s certain it’ll be the clubs last night in operation, he didn’t think tonight would be that night.

“You sure?” Jason questions searching Roy’s eyes for confirmation that this isn’t because he missed something going sour. Roy’s eyes look clear and certain and Jason knows he hasn’t missed a thing, Roy just wants to get the job they started done. He nods grabbing the Tupperware and the rest of the arrow kids take that as their cue each signaling their own farewells. Ollie never stops watching the two of them however, he looks like his mind has been running a mile a minute as he leans against the counter.

He finally moves when they all makes their way out the door, Dinah hugging each of the kids and even Jason as they file out. Roy and Dinah chat for a few more minutes while Jason safely secures the chili to his bike.

Roy looks so light and carefree and it makes Jason smile against his will. They walk over to the bike together Dinah hugging Roy one more time before he turns to Ollie and they do a weird bro hug style farewell that’s only a little bit awkward.

Ollie grips his bicep when they pull back. “You sure you two won’t need any backup with whatever you’re messing around with tonight?” he asks eyes briefly flitting over to where Jason leans against his bike.

“Nah, we’ll be good, Jaybird’s got my back,” Roy says. Ollie gets this amused look on his face as Roy steps away and takes the spare helmet Jason offers him. Jason gets on the bike first ignoring whatever is going on with Oliver.

“Jaybird,” Oliver mumbles under his breath before shaking his head. “Well if you change your mind, Pretty Bird,” he says looking Jason directly in the eyes as he pulls her close and places a lingering kiss on her head. Jason can’t ignore the implication of that comparison the way he’s managed to ignore everyone else’s glances and little comments. “And I are just a call away,” Ollie finishes with a chuckle.

Roy gives him a smile and a salute as he puts on his helmet and slips onto the bike behind Jason sitting a little closer and holding Jason’s waist a little tighter than necessary. Jason throws down his helmet visor to avoid the way Oliver’s still looking at him all meaningful and vaguely threatening before speeding away.

***

Tearing down the fight club is a hell of a lot easier than Jason expected it to be. They gear up at home then they’re in and out and sending vans full of free meta’s to safe havens set up around the city by the Black Canary herself in under two hours.

They’re both a little banged up when they make it back to the warehouse, but it’s nothing a few band-aids and a little Neosporin can’t handle.

Roy starts discarding pieces of the fancy burgundy suit he was sporting as soon as they’re in the door, Jason follows suit pulling weapon after weapon from his person in what they lovingly refer to as the discard box by the door. It’s their go to spot for all the weapons that need a good cleaning or maybe a good recycling down in Roy’s workshop.

By the time Jason’s down to just his pants and an under-armor shirt Roy’s settled down at the kitchen island rifling through the first aid kit with one hand and holding his other to a spot on the back of his head.

Jason walks up behind him picking his hand up from the spot he’s covering carefully.

“Did someone slice you on the back of the head?” he asks grabbing the rubbing alcohol from Roy’s hand.

“Yup, not sure how, but yup,” Roy grimaces when Jason takes a cotton ball to the slice.

“Told you not to cut your hair,” Jason says as he keeps cleaning the wound out. Last month Roy had finally parted with his scraggly red locks for a new cut short on the sides and back and just a little longer on the top. It looks good on him, but sometimes Jason misses the tresses of hair that would always slip their way out of his hats and blow around in the wind when they stood on rooftops. The hair not even fazing Roy from making a perfect shot when they’d fly in front of his eyes.

Roy snorts. “You just miss braiding my hair.”

“Yeah during all our pillow fights and sleepovers,” Jason huffs as he finishes cleaning up the slice and moves to open the Neosporin. He can’t exactly bandage this up so he’ll just have to badger Roy to remember to keep it clean.

Roy sighs. “If only you’d accept all my invitations to those, Jaybird,” he says seriously and there’s implications not even an emotionally constipated Jason Todd can’t catch onto under those words.

“You’re always calling me that,” Jason says as he slowly finishes up on the wound.

“Jaybird?” Roy asks slowly turning around to face Jason when he gives him a tap on the shoulder signifying he’s done.

Jason nods swallowing the lump in his throat realizing this conversation is happening there’s no jumping around it anymore.

“Well aside from your attempts early on, it was pretty clear you didn’t mind it all that much,” Roy says leaning back against the island. He reaches out brushing the bit of hair that’s fallen into Jason’s eyes, it’s the part that’s shock white a stark contrast to the rest of his dark hair. “So, yeah I call you that all the time.”

“You know Oliver calls Dinah Pretty Bird all the time,” he says tracking the movement of Roy’s hand as it falls slowly down the length of Jason’s arm.

“That he does,” Roy hums as he reaches Jason’s hand and tangles their fingers together.

“And you call me Jaybird,” Jason says looking up from their joined hands to Roy’s eyes.

“That has been established.”

“You know some people might make implications based on those similarities,” Jason says holding Roy’s eyes.

“Yeah they sure might,” Roy says pushing himself off the island. They’re practically nose to nose, eyes locked. “Damn do I wish the right person would realize those implications already.”

Jason swallows again a small smile forming on his lips. He never thought this would happen, that he’d work up the courage and finally acknowledge this ever-growing thing between them. That it would lead to a moment like this.

“Well I think he’s catching on,” he says. Roy smiles bright and lifts his other hand to gently cup Jason neck.

“About fucking time,” he says before leaning in finally breaching the space between them and connecting their lips. It’s a slow, sweet glide with so much passion and over a years’ worth of tension all seeping through when their lips move and their tongues meet. Jason’s not sure how much time passes, but eventually breathing becomes a necessity.

Roy doesn’t let him go far, keeping his hand on Jason’s neck and their fingers intertwined. He tilts their heads together while they both catch their breath.

“Well that works, huh, Jaybird,” he says stroking his thumb up and down the side of Jason’s neck.

“It sure does, Roy Toy,” Jason says with a chuckle hating the nickname even as it leaves his lips. Roy’s head throws back in a deep laugh he can’t seem to restrain.

“No way, nuh uh,” he says still chuckling. “You’re gonna have to do better than that, I’ll have to take up your trachea idea if you try to make that a thing.”

Jason snorts. “I’ll keep workshopping then,” he says before leaning back in and kissing the bright smile off of Roy’s lips.

[prismacolor19]

I have this canon that Batman/Bruce and Flash/Barry were close in the comcis because it would make sense for them too, they are both similar and Dick was friends with Wally. It has been shown in the comics before that Flash and Kid Flash would sometimes fight crime with Batman and that Robin would sometimes go under Batman’s cape and all of this lead me to coming up with this.

Whenever it rained or when Robin was bored and had to wait on Batman, Batman would let Robin would go under his cape, especially when Batman was busy talking with Commissioner Gordon or Superman when he would come to visit. Some days when Flash and Kid Flash would come to fight crime with them and help it would rain or Batman would want to talk to Flash and Batman would open his cape for Robin to go under it. Batman also did this because it kept Robin busy and from wandering off and so Batman always knew where Robin was.

Since Robin didn’t want Kid Flash to feel left out and Batman didn’t either, Batman would let Kid Flash go under his cape with Robin while the adults talked or waited for the police. This shocked Flash, Jim, and the League the first time they saw this. Batman didn’t care if he let Robin and Kid Flash under his cape in front of the League or other people. He was happy they were happy, having fun, being entertained, and in a place where he and Flash knew they were and that they were safe. Batman and Flash both knew about all of the trouble and danger the kids could get into. Batman and Flash were also both happy Robin and Kid Flash would always have these happy and special memories and times together.

All of the adults were suprised the first time they saw Robin go under Batman’s cape and were even more surprised the first time they saw Kid Flash go under there with him. They knew Batman had a soft spot but, to let another kid under his cape was bizarre to them at first. After they saw this they all realized they still had a lot to know about Batman and learned Batman loved Kid Flash just like he did Robin and would also protect him.

The adults all though it was adorable Batman would let Robin and Kid Flash under his cape and would sometimes stop talking to smile and laugh at how adorable and sweet Robin and Kid Flash were being under Batman’s cape as the listened to them and saw the cape move. They all also thought their friendship was so sweet and cute and were so happy they had each other as a friend. The cape would move because Robin and Kid Flash would stand for awhile and then sit down when they got tired and would sometimes run around and walk around Batman’s cape for fun and would also walk around Batman as Robin showed and explained to Kid Flash the things in each of the pockets.

Robin and Kid Flash would have so much fun talking under Batman’s warm cape, telling stories about their personal life and missions, and would always giggle and laugh so much. They also would have so much fun looking through and taking out the things Batman kept in his belt pockets. Batman let them do this because he knew he could trust Robin and Wally and enjoyed Wally’s awed expressions and comments on how cool and fascinating his things were.

Jim and the members of the Justice League were each a bit concerned when they heard clicking and clanging noises the first time Robin and Kid Flash were under Batman’s cape in front of them and Batman always had to say to the “It’s ok” “Robin is showing Kid Flash the equipment we use that’s in my belt” Everyone was so shocked “WHAT!” “Batman are you crazy!” Batman says “I trust them and Robin knows what he is doing” Superman and Jim both said their first time “Ok then but, if something goes wrong your in for it” Batman thought it was so funny how alike Jim and Superman were it came to their thoughts about him.

The others would always say something similar and remind Batman he would be in trouble if something bad happened. Batman would always reply with “I will keep that in mind.” and smile a little after he said this. The League and Jim were still concerned about them but, they were mostly concerned about Kid Flash messing with Batman’s things, but they didn’t question it because they all knew Batman wasn’t that stupid or careless and knew the kids would be safe.

Robin and Kid Flash would laugh even more after they heard all of this because they thought it was funny the adults were concerned about them getting hurt. They also thought it was funny because not everything that was in Batman’s belt was dangerous. Batman had lollipops in one of his belts (Batman Urban Legends (2021) #3) and Robin and Kid Flash would always reach into that pocket to eat one. Kid Flash was so suprised the first time Robin told him this the first time they went under the cape and didn’t believe him until Robin reached in took out a Green Apple lollipop and gave it to him while he reached in and got himself a Cherry one. After that first time Dick and Wally made many memories and had many good times under Batman’s cape over the years.

Even when Dick and Wally were in their late teens, early 20’s, and late 20’s and should’ve been too old to go under Batman’s cape, they still did anyway and would only sit under the cape. They especially went under Batman’s cape when Bruce and Dick were still working on his Nightwing snow suit and even after Dick had his snow suit because they both knew how warm it was under Batman’s cape. Wally would hug Dick close to him as they leaned against Batman’s legs and Wally would vibrate for a short time to speed up the warming process. The vibrations annoyed Bruce and the Dark Knight talked funny for a few minutes, but he didn’t he get onto Wally about it and was happy Dick and Wally were warm under his cape.

Even when it wasn’t cold Dick and Wally would sit under Batman’s cape just because they wanted to for old times sake and to feel like a kid again. They would have fun thinking and talking about all of the memories they had when they were Robin and Kid Flash and their special and fun times under Batman’s cape when they were kids. Batman and Flash didn’t care that they still did this and Jim and the League never questioned it either even though they thought it was crazy they still did because Batman never said anything about it or judged them so they didn’t either.

They would also remind and talk to Batman about all of the silly, fun, and crazy things that happened when they went under his cape and when they were Robin and Kid Flash and Batman would respond to them and join in on their conversation. Soon Jim or the other League members join in. Then Dick and Wally would come out and things got crazy and more lively as they all were having a fun time remembering and talking about the good old days and how funny and adorable Dick and Wally were.

When Bruce wasn’t talking with them he was looking around at everyone as he listed to them talk remembering how happy and fun those days were thinking about how great it was that he has these wonderful people and friends in his life and how happy he is that Dick and Wally had and still have each other as a friend. Bruce would eventually make eye contact with Barry and Bruce and Barry would give each other this knowing look about what the other was thinking.

Barry knew Bruce was thinking about how happy he is they are friends just like how Bruce knew Barry knew he was happy they are friends. Bruce also knew Barry was thinking about how happy and thankful he is that Wally had Dick as his best friend growing up and how happy and thankful the is that Wally still has Dick as his best friend just like how Barry knew Bruce was thinking about how happy and thankful he is that Dick had Wally as his best friend growing up and how happy and thankful the is that Dick still has Wally as his best friend.

[fangzeronos]

Heroes Do (Batwoman/Catwoman)

Look, this may just be the stupidest thing I have ever written, but I had to do this. Posting it here so y’all can laugh at how ridiculous this is.

Selina Kyle was pissed. The news was commenting about her sex life, even citing Batman as a recurring lover. Not that she could deny it, everyone knew that she was in his Kevlar once in a while. What she was mad about, and it was something that Bruce had doubled down on, was that the media was saying, especially in different social sites, that Batman refused to go down on her. While it wasn’t a secret from anyone in the Batfamily, Selina had a habit of being found with her head in Bruce’s lap, and she wouldn’t deny that she enjoyed it. She just wished that her pointed-ear lover would return the favor more then once every couple of years.

“Stupid bastard,” she muttered, slamming her fist into a chimney and wincing as she shook her hand out. “Suck his fucking dick all the goddamn time, and the one time I ask him if I can ride his face, he’s just “No, Selina, I can’t let you do that. Heroes don’t do that.” Well, what the fuck am I!?”

“Sexually frustrated?” another voice asked, a figure dropping down onto the rooftop beside Selina. Standing up, the new figure revealed herself to be Batwoman, flaming red hair protruding out of the cowl. “News is bullshit, and you know it.”

Selina rolled her eyes, turning away from Batwoman. “Not in the mood for another speech, Kate. Least of all from you.”

Kate chuckled, leaning against the chimney. “You’re pissed about what the media’s saying and what everyone with access to a keyboard is. Trust me, some heroes do enjoy it. I know for a fact that Superman goes down on his little reporter wife. And Flash does his girl too.” She looked at Selina and smiled. “What you need is a good fuck.”

“Oh, yeah? Where the hell am I going to get that, Bat?” Selina asked. “Bruce doesn’t want to fuck me for a while. Could see if Jason’s busy. Or Dick.”

Kate laughed. “No, no. Don’t go after the boys. Do you want rumors going around that you’re robbing the Batcave cradle?” she asked, walking over to Selina. “No, what you need is a woman’s touch. Trust me, I know that you’re not as straight as you think you are, babe. Annika?”

“How the fuck--?!” Selina asked, rounding on Kate. “What do you propose, then? I go down to Crime Alley and spread my legs?”

“No,” Kate said. “I’m offering to help.”

Selina rolled her eyes. “No thanks, Kate. Not tonight. Think I’ll just go home. Least my vibrators don’t talk back.” She turned away, grabbing her whip from her hip.

Kate sighed, shaking her head. “Maybe this’ll convince you,” she said, turning Selina to face her. She stuck her tongue out, curling it and touching the nose of her cowl. She watched Selina’s eyes go from mild disgust to horny in an instant. “Well?”

“What…in the fuck?” Selina asked. “How in the hell is your tongue that long?” She blinked, unconsciously licking her lips. “What the hell did you do in the service, Kane?”

Kate smirked, walking over to Selina. “How do you think I stayed out of trouble, Cat?” she asked. “As to your second question, an accident as a kid. That small bit that keeps the tongue centered? Severed it like Gene Simmons. Now my tongue can do things that you can only dream of. And judging by the fact that you’ve licked your lips several times—mm!”

Selina lashed her whip around Kate and dragged the Batwoman close, slamming their lips together and kissing the redhead. “Stop talking,” she growled. “And fucking show me.”

Kate laughed, her hands sliding up and grabbing Selina’s ass. “Yes, ma’am,” she said, hearing the Catwoman purr as she squeezed Selina’s ass. She dragged a hand up, fingers finding the zipper of her catsuit and pulling it down slowly, her tits spilling out of it after it reached her navel. “Mmm…nice tits.”

“All real,” Selina said, laughing and moaning when Kate started to tongue her nipple. “Fuck…” She tugged her suit off of her arms, letting it pool around her waist before she started pushing it down further, wiggling her hips. She could feel the leather sticking to her body, and she didn’t care. Her panties were soaked, and she reluctantly pulled Kate off of her tits. “While I enjoy having your mouth there, babe, I need you lower.”

Kate smirked, sinking to her knees and pushing the catsuit down to the ground, Selina stepping one leg out of it. She leaned forward and slowly dragged her tongue against Selina’s pussy, making the other woman gasp and clutch at her head. “Fuck…you taste good already,” she said. “And I Haven’t even started.”

Selina moaned as she felt Kate’s tongue, and she bit her lip to try and not be so loud. “Fuck…” she moaned. “Kate…”

Kate reached up and grabbed one of Selina’s tits, her tongue digging into the Catwoman. She pulled back and licked her lips, looking up at Selina. “You like my tongue in your cunt, don’t you?”

“Yes…” Selina moaned, grabbing Kate’s cowl ears and pulling her back in, hooking her leg over the Batwoman’s shoulders. “Don’t stop until I tell you.”

Kate smiled against Selina’s pussy, sliding her tongue back in before she started teasing Selina’s clit. She swirled her tongue inside of the Cats soaked snatch, teasingly curling the tip of her tongue to tease her.

“Ah!” Selina gasped. “Tonguing my G-spot? Fuck…!” She arched her back as she felt Kate digging harder with her tongue, feeling her fingers pinch her clit. “Oh, God…Kate, I’m--!” She screamed out as she arched, grip tightening on Kate’s cowl as her pussy gushed, juices squirting out and splattering on Kate’s cowl.

Kate slowly dragged her tongue out of Selina, pulling back and sitting up on her knees, watching Selina pant, her chest heaving. She licked her lips, pulling her cowl off and looking at the wetness on the mask. “Damn. I didn’t think you’d do that. Last girl that squirted on me like that was Renee.”

“I do…quite often…” Selina moaned, reaching down and slowly sliding her fingers against her spasming pussy. “Fuck…where have you been all my life?”

“Sleeping with the Question, and occasionally that cute little Latina Green Lantern. And occasionally that hot agent from the Crows,” Kate said, helping Selina sit up. “Feel better?”

“Mmm…yes,” Selina said, leaning forward and kissing Kate. “Definitely putting you on speed dial, Bat.”

“Oh, really? Next to which Robin?” Kate asked with a smirk. She laughed at the look on Selina’s face, and she smiled. “Oh, please. You think Jason was able to keep quiet that he fucked your brains out on his eighteenth birthday? We got drunk at the bar and he told me. Didn’t take long to figure out that you’ve done the same thing for Dick and would probably do Tim if getting the chance.”

“I did Stephanie,” Selina said with a smile. “That blonde knows how to work a strap-on.”

“Oh, really? That sounds like a challenge, Cat,” Kate said, a devilish glint in her eyes.

“You got one that you want to put to the test, Bat? Be my guest,” Selina said, standing up and grabbing her suit. “Time and place.”

“My apartment. Friday night,” Kate said. “See who walks away without a limp.”