#vigilante fanfics

[erinwantstowrite]

while im here im going to try and convince you guys to write more "Tim Drake joining the Batfam late" aus because it's underrepresented

like, i love the fics where he joins early. that's cute! but a fic where he joins late for whatever reason??? i eat it up like a cat starved for attention. i want Tim Drake being the "perfect" heir to Drake Industries and being known as the polite, well adjusted young man that everyone knows. and then turn around and find out that Tim has not only been stalking the Bats under their radar since he was, what, 9 years old? but on top of that, he's started solving cases that they can't get to. Tim who stalked so hard he learned where they learned their martial arts and went "backpacking across europe" only to have actually been learning from Shiva. Tim who has become an urban legend to the Batfam because they can't tell if this vigilante exists or not, since they never catch him, they don't have footage on him, etc. Or if they DO know him, they don't even think to put Tim Drake in the suspect pool because Tim Drake whined for an hour when he broke a nail at a charity event once. the kid is smart, sure, but he's not going out at night fighting crime and solving cases that Batman didn't know about yet.

even better if Tim named his vigilante persona an adjacent name to the Robin mantle. him knowing he can't BE Robin (perhaps Jason hadn't died in this au) but he could be a hero that helps them from the shadows

and obviously he makes a mistake of some kind... maybe he saves someone at an event as Tim Drake and Bruce sees how little hesitation he had. or maybe he gets injured and can't get up himself, and that's when a Bat or a Robin or someone finds this vigilante they almost thought was a myth: bloody, broken, and needing help. pick him up and take him home and then there are endless possibilities to what happens next but the ending BETTER be Tim finding his home with his people

[nerdgirlbutinpink]

men who are superhero’s but not sure how to be actually be superhero’s >>>>>>>>

or just nerdy men who have no social skills and have muscles??

but still i would get my freak on with them 🫦🫦

[adoptable-fanfic-prompts]

DP x DC Writing Prompt

For whatever reason, Tim hires Danny as a bodyguard/assistant (unaware of the ghost powers until later). Tim only did it for appearances but hey, Danny is actually really good at his job and understands completely that sometimes, Tim just needs to disappear for a bit and that it just happens to coincide with there being a problem in Gotham. Danny even lets Tim drink all the heavily caffeinated coffee he wants and doesn’t try to limit it like Tam tries to do (considering Danny drinks just about the same amount… (Tam tried to have an intervention, it did not work)). It’s going great…

… then Tim realizes that Danny has been bodyguarding him and secretly assisting him while Tim is out as Red Robin (how does Danny know Tim is Red Robin? Who knows). Eventually, Tim learns to accept it and you know what? Danny is a great partner to have… on the field… behind the scenes, that is definitely what Tim meant…

Then one day, while Tim is drinking the coffee Danny prepared for the both of them, he realizes where they both are and has just one question:

“When did Danny become his roommate?”

[hanasnx]

Idk if this fits since ive never seen peacemaker but i kinda want adrian to chase me through the woods lowkey

MINORS DNI 18+

NOTES: DC is for December Event!

"C'mon! Don't make me run." The sound of VIGILANTE's gun cocking echoes through the woods as branches snap under your feet. A loud huff sounds, and your heart rate picks up. Hastily, you wedge yourself between two trees, and in the darkness you pray he doesn't notice you. Your panting rises above the crunch of his footsteps, and you cover your mouth with your hand.

He's getting closer. With every snapping stick, your chest jumps, but you stifle your gasps to even out your breathing. It's exhausting. You feel as though you're about to burst—until suddenly, it's quiet. You're afraid to duck out for a glance, and will yourself to remain.

"Really?" the sarcastic questioning of the perpetrator throws you for a loop, screeching in surprise as you're knocked back. Vigilante is casual when he advances, while you land on your back, scrambling through the dirt and leaves. "It's like you're not even trying—" Two thumbs point to his chest and wiggle, "—but I am already rock hard." To say you're confused by his tone is an understatement, twisting your brows as you scan his figure, unable to pick yourself up off the ground as his foot lands on your ankle, pinning you there. He's talking like all of this is some big joke. "Now hold on, just wait a second, I wanna talk to you." He waves off your fear as he converses with you like he's not a madman after you with a gun.

"See the part I can't wrap my head around..." he begins, husky and labored, rearing his head to suck in more oxygen while your pussy wrapped around him clouds his mind. "Is if you're running from a crazy guy in the woods, why would you wear the tiniest little white nightie? Thought the object of it was not to get caught." Dried leaves crinkle under your hair as you whimper through the duct-tape on your mouth. Your taped fists bang against his costumed chest, and he finally looks down at you through the red visor. "Please, please," he reasons like you're the wild one here, and curtly folds your arms above your head and out of his way. "I'm trying to think but you're making it incredibly difficult." He chuckles in relief, and a euphoric sigh exhales from him as he sheathes again. "You're so wet." he tells you in awe, his cock twitching at the feeling of your pussy clenching around him.

[r3ynah]

Married in the past, married in the present

To think that the Amity Trio would get dragged by their children (Dan and Dani) into another universe as a form of vacation and to escape the annoying palace councils, was not something to be expected in the Fenton-Nightangle-Foley-Manson family. it was due for a vacation anyways.

But here's the catch, They decided they should atleast take a two month break with each other so they can explore this universe more, but they did agree that every 2 weeks they'll pass the custody of their kids with each other.

It was very eventful to say the least,

Tucker, got adopted. by the one and only Bruce Wayne how?? he doesn't know either, the only thing he can remember was Bruce Wayne shoving a couple of adoption papers in his face, and now he was suddenly a Wayne, he certainly was not complaining he gets to use their advance technologies without it getting corrupted by his partner Danny(he loved the guy, but he needed his daily screen time too.)

He finds out about their secret identities two days in, was not completely surprised to find a cave downstairs, "Every billionare has one, you're not unique." was his words before he went on and explore the cave leaving a very confused batfam. he agreed to help them but if its only for hacking and stuff connected to technology, and to only join them if it's really a life changing scenario.

He was the second one to have Dan and Dani, so when they found out they're dad got adopted by a rich billionaire they were equally disappointed, Tucker tried to defend himself for his poor decision, to say the batfam was shocked once again was an understatement, imagine finding that their new brother had two children and two partners was lnot part of their new years plan. Dan and Dani only took a couple of hours for them to fit in.

Sam, went on and became a vigilante, under Harley Quinn and poison ivy's care, with almost the same powers as Ivy and same humor as Harley the three of them certainly became close friends.

Sam definitely had fun blowing up factories, and proceed to prank cops and officials, she had a run with the infamous batfam a couple of times, mostly Robin, the first time they've met they had a spar with their own weapons ofcourse,but at the same time all Sam could think was: 'the hell's a kid doing vigilante work?'. Eventually they have bonded over different weapons and fighting styles, Batman had atleast tried to recruit Sam who goes by Foliahàrà at some point, but was turned down quite harshly.

She was the first one to take care of their children, Ivy loved Dan's brutality and Harley adored Dani's chaotic self. so they became the fun cool aunts of the two children, they have somepoint asked one peaceful breakfast who the other parents are, But the only thing Sam had said was they'll meet them someday.

Danny becomes a villain, a mad scientist to be exact wondering what'll happen if he follows in his parents footsteps, he also works alongside with Mr.Freeze, and they discuss a cure together for Mr.Freeze's wife,.

He doesn't use his ghost powers in villainy his explanation? Phantom was for the good and peace. While Fenton-Nightangle was for the bad and destruction. it certainly was a shitshow when he first debuted, lets just say Gotham had an early snow day, about 20 meters of snow covered Gotham for a week. The worst part is that the snow doesn't melt. so the only thing they could've do was to sit and watch as only Fenton was able to melt the snow.

Danny was the last to get his kids, so as a responsible parent he let them go crazy, for the whole two weeks as long they keep their identities a secret and to be back at lunch, dinner, curfew and family night. which led to a bunch of rogues getting hunted and tied up by a pair of ghost kids. It was a peaceful quiet two weeks for Gotham.

'this is absolutely hilarious' Tucker known as Codelith mentally chuckled as his bat family including Foliahàrà who was sitting across him also tied up, he knew it was Sam the first moment he laid his eyes on her. no one does eyeliner as thick as Sam. Speaking of Sam she was glaring at him from across the room.

from different audiences it may have look like the two was going to kill eachother, but in reality its just their love language. The batfam looked at them confused.

"Codelit." Sam greeted in a annoyed tone.

"Foliahàrà." Tucker greeted in a more joyful tone.

"You two know eachother?" Duke questioned, as he eyed the two. very confused on why the two of them almost have the same green toxic light surrounding them.

"Ofcourse we do, we're ma-" Sam was cut off, by the sound of someone maniacally laughing. fate seemed to be a bitch because in strolled Joker himself holding a bloodied crowbar.

Tucker can feel Red hood relive his trauma, from where his sitting, he didn't really focused on the Jokers dramatic speech, because all he can think was the safety of his new family he grew comfortable with. thank fuck Dan and Dani aren't here.

"What's this a new birdie? Batman.. you sure like taking in a lot of children, how generous of you." this finally caught tucker's attention when as he saw joker walking towards him, his family stayed quiet but kept watching Joker's movements they looked constipated Tucker almost let out a snort but kept it in.

"Codelith wasn't it, Very unique I wonder why you picked it."Joker asked with a chuckle that made tucker want to puke. "Not talkative ey? well that's alright.

"I don't need you to talk." Joker playfully picked up his crowbar, then placed it on Tucker's shoulder dangerously close to his head."I just need you to scream."

He saw Sam trying to use her powers in the background, which unfortunately wasn't working because she's too used making exaggerated movements when using her plant powers, he remembers her saying that it makes it more easy to manipulate the greens around her, so she definitely had trouble controlling it while tied up, after all there was so little wrist movement to work with.

He sent a warning gaze to his Family and wife. to not make any sudden moves, which made Sam hesitantly stop, It was different with the batfam though they were really trying to be free from the ropes.

He returned his attention to joker, who was still waiting for an answer. "He's coming." was all he said, this only made joker grin, and the Bats confused. While Sam immediately got it.

Joker laughed fucking ugly laugh if Tucker said so himself, the rogue pointed at his new family's direction 'Who's he? can't you see new birdie they're all here no one's going to get you!"

And then Joker lifted his crowbar then struck down at Codelith's head, a awful sound resonated across the building, Fuck that's going to leave a nasty concussion. he felt blood dripping from his nose, as he heard the shouts and screams of the Bats and Sam. Oh Sam, I'm alright, Everything's okay, He can feel Foliahàrà's panic and anger from here.

Its okay, he's okay, because he's here.

Tucker grinned fucking grinned, like a villain type of grin. he looked up at Joker's direction and said:"He's here."

And then the wall blew up, making everyone in the warehouse startled, Here comes in the man itself. Fenton fucking Nightangle. with a smile plastered on his face he strutted in with full confidence, damn that's attractive Sam and Tucker agreed with each other.

"Joker." was all Fenton said, as he looked at the man with no emotion, his gaze landed on Sam then landed on Tucker who's blood was dripping on the floor, the only thing that Danny saw was green.

HURT?/PAIN?/IN DANGER.

"Mr. Fenton! are you also here to watch the show?"Joker grinned teeth showing and all. "It's such a pleasure for you to be her-"

Danny walked passed Joker, Never giving him a chance to finish, he focused his gaze infront of him and went towards Tucker and cupped his face making sure he wasn't hurt that much.

"Ah... ofcourse you would immediately go to them, so silly of me!"Joker laughed.

"What do you mean by that?" Batman asked suspicously, as he made sure the Fenton boy didn't hurt his new son.

"Don't tell me you don't know Batsy! gosh darn am I the one that'll say this so exciting." The irritating man chuckled. "Well if you didnt know Batman, Dr.Fenton, Foliahàrà, and Codelith are all married together!"

The Bats let out a gasp of surprise as they looked at the trio, who remained quiet.

"I know right! such a wonderful love story." Joker wiped a fake tear. "Too bad I have to kill you all, Dr. Fenton you might've taken the town in surprise by your so wonderful inventions, but you are nothing without your gadgets." Joker explained while twirling the crowbar in his hands.

Danny let out a chuckle, his back facing the green haired man. "I see that you've made some research about us Joker."

"Yes, you are quite right, I am married to Codelith and Foliahàrà, But there's something you've missed in your research." Fenton continued, he can hear Red robin in the background saying "I don't believe Codelith can pull two fine people." who was shushed by Nightwing.

"And what would that be? please entertain me Doctor." Joker grinned.

"My Hero name's Phantom." With that Danny made a slashing motion as he swiftly faced the Joker face to face, not even a second later half of the warehouse was engulfed by ice including Joker.

Hair white as now. skin pale as a paper, and eyes green as toxic radiation, he once again faced. The vigilantes with a smile and said:

"Well that was an eventful night, who wants Fudge?"

[gothgleek]

Utah Law- Adrian Chase x fem!Reader

It some states such as Utah it is illegal to have premarital sex. You scoff at the idea but your boyfriend is very strict when it comes to following the law so he refuses to budge even when you try tempting him.

Notes: NSFW, MDNI, this was written before I found out that formication laws were outlawed in Utah in 2019.

This was also based on my Adrian Chase NSFW Alphabet post and a few conversations with @hieronymph to whom this was written for🖤

Includes: Semi-public sex, dry humping, switch! Adrian, pussy eating, spanking, loud sex, face sitting. Mentions of absurd state laws, murder, and violence.

Comments, reblogs, and likes are appreciated!

“What crawled up your ass and died?” Adebayo asked with a raised brow when you threw your luggage into the van with just a little too much force and a scowl. Chris laughed.

“She’s mad because she didn’t get any last night.” He said with glee.

“Seriously?” Harcourt said, raising a brow from behind the driver’s seat.

“I thought it was tradition for the two of you to ‘break in’ every motel room you sleep in.” Adebayo questioned while making… some sort of gesture with her hands.

“It is tradition, thank you for remembering that Adebayo.” You turned to face Adrian. “Do you want to tell them why we didn’t honor tradition last night?”

Adrian sighed and pouted. “Pre-martial sex is against the law in Utah.”

“You’re kidding.” Economos deadpanned.

You were well aware of Adrian’s rather… strict way of looking at the law. He will kill anyone he finds breaking the law, hypocrisy aside. This ranges from murderers to vandals. As your little group went across the country to find butterflies, you came to find out his knowledge of the law not only included federal laws but also state laws. Including the obscure ones.

For example, while the two of you chased a possible witness in Portland, Adrian had come to a complete stop before you could enter the cemetery. He left you to chase the witness alone so he could run around the property. You chewed him out afterwards and his only defense was that in Oregon it’s a misdemeanor to bring weapons or go hunting in a cemetery. He gestured to the multiple guns and knives on his body.

“All I’m saying is, it’s better to keep a low radar and avoid breaking the law.” Adrian said with his hands up in defense when the group confronted him later. “And we can’t pick and choose which laws to follow. Otherwise we’d be no better than the bad guys.”

“Low radar?” You scoffed. “You’re dressed in a teal super suit! People are gonna know something is up! And I’m not sure if you remember this, but murder is also illegal!”

“Thank you for remembering it’s teal,” Adrian beamed at you and well, you couldn’t be mad at that face any longer. The point was, you knew Adrian took the law seriously even to the team’s detriment. Even to your detriment. Like now.

“He’s not kidding.” You crossed your arms.

“Babe, I offered loopholes like eating out your-“

“Okay!” Harcourt interrupted and started the van. “I do not want to listen to this. Economos, brief us.”

Everyone’s attention turned to Economos, except for you and Adrian. You pretended tie your shoe laces and bent over, which gave Adrian a peak of your teal lace bra under your baggy, low cut top. His whimper was enough confirmation from you that he did. You tried to hide your smirk as you listened to Economos. You knew it was enough to have Adrian eating out of the palm of your hand in no time.

The following evening, after a day of ‘innocent’ flashing Adrian- as well as ‘accidentally’ sending him a picture of you in the bra- Adrian wrapped his arms behind you and pressed a kiss to your neck.

“Please forgive me,” He begged into your ear. “I know you’re wearing matching teal panties with that bra. You know that’s my weakness.”

You glanced around the van and saw that besides Economos who was driving, everyone else was asleep. You glanced over at the GPS and saw that the team was about two miles from the Wyoming border. You never thought you would be so happy to see a ‘Welcome to Wyoming’ sign.

“I’ll forgive you in two miles,” You said and faced him. “But I can think of something to do while we wait.”

You began kissing Adrian, letting your fingers tangle between his brown locks. He gripped your waist and pulled you onto his lap. This continued until the GPS announced that the team had entered Wyoming. And while you enjoyed his kisses, you did wonder why Adrian made no move to fuck you.

“Come on,” You begged in between kisses. “When are you gonna fuck me?”

“Shhhh…Hold on,” Adrian shushed you before you could get too excited. You couldn’t wait to kiss that smirk off him. “Public sex is still illegal in Wyoming.”

He was fucking with you. Truly he was. “That’s never been an issue with you before!” You protested, recalling the many, many times the two of you fucked in much more public places, including the the woods and a bar alley.

“It wasn’t until you kept flashing me that bra of yours,” He said in a deep voice. “But if you’re so desperate, climb on sweetheart.” He shook his head and patted his denim covered thigh. “Because I’m not fucking you until we get to the motel. All you get right now is my thigh.”

You glared at him as you straddled his muscular thigh but you had to admit, this was turning you on a bit. Your teal panties were absolutely soaking right now. You started to grind on his thigh and your eyes fluttered to finally have some relief. You made a good choice choosing lace panties with a seam line that rubbed just right on your clit as you humped his leg.

“Shhh… slow down baby girl,” Adrian cooed as his hands slowed to your hips. “Slower… I said slower, baby girl. I’ve been looking forward to this all day, I don’t want you to wear yourself out before we get to our room.”

“Good girl,” He smiled as you were at a pace he was finally pleased with. He grabbed onto your waist a little tighter so he could control your movements. “You look so fucking pretty riding my leg like this.”

You pulled Adrian in for another kiss, this one sloppier and more reckless than the last. His mouth tasted like the maraschino cherries he stole from your milkshake. You wanted more of it. His hand grabs your ass to press against you and push himself deeper into your mouth. Adrian let out soft moans as you deepened the kiss. His other hand moves up your torso to grab you by the jaw and breaks the kiss so his mouth can move down your neck.

“Please baby, I want you,” You begged. “

Then Economos slams on the breaks and you fall off Adrian’s lap.

“We are at the motel,” He says, covering his eyes and to be honest, you kinda forgot he was driving. “I will go in and get us rooms. You two get first pick because I cannot clean the van again.”

The two of you run to your room, not even bothering to grab your bags from the van and Adrian presses you against the door, his mouth back on yours.

“I need you,” He says, pulling off your shirt and does not hesitate to kiss the skin around your teal bra.

“I love this bra so much.” He says between kisses. “You look so hot in teal… you look hot in all colors… but teal… teal takes the cake”

“And speaking of cake…I need to see those panties,” He said shamelessly. He moves his way downwards and had he not been holding you upright, you would’ve fell from the force he ripped your pants off. He kissed you through the lace of your panties and growled.

“You’re so fucking wet,” He panted as he hastily pulled it down. “I’m so sorry for leaving you like this for so long. Wait, actually I need more.”

Adrian shot up and pulled you to the bed, you kicked the pants off hastily as you tried not to trip, and he threw you down. He jumped on the bed, landing on his back.

“Ride my face,” He said quickly, pulling you on top of him. You threw your bra to the side, letting your breasts free. “I don’t want anything but you. Sit on my face now.”

You obeyed and Adrian wasted no time lapping up your pussy. His fingers dug into your thighs, pulling you closer so your tongue could go deeper. You could feel the vibrations of his voice against your clit but you couldn’t make out what he said. Not that you cared when his tongue was doing that thing to your clit.

“Fuck! Adrian!” You screamed and you fell forward, your hands landing on his abs so you could grind your hips even harder against his mouth. Adrian began to suck on your clit more aggressively, rolling and curling his tongue all the while. You called out his name again as your hands fisted the sheets. Adrian smacked your ass, causing your body to jolt a bit further into his mouth, which he used as an opportunity to slip his tongue inside you.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head. “Too much… fuck please, I’m getting… I’m getting closer! Fuck me! I’m getting closer! Oh fuck… Adrian… please…” Your stomach was tightening with every thrust of his tongue and every slap on your ass.

Adrian slid his tongue out of you and licked your clit, using his saliva to get it nice and wet so his fingers could take over. “Cum for me babygirl, cum on my tongue.” He said and that was enough to push you over the edge. You screamed his name as he sent you to completion.

You fell over to his side as you shook and Adrian sat up with a self-satisfied smile on his wet and puffy lips. “You’re so fucking gorgeous babe.”

Adrian kicked off his pants and pulled you to the edge of the bed by your legs. He started rubbing his cock against you, smearing his precum on your skin, as he waited for you to stop shaking. “Such a good girl baby, you didn’t even need my cock to cum.”

“No please,” You begged, your brain still a little fuzzy for him. “I need that too.”

“You’re pretty when you’re begging for my cock babe.” Adrian chuckled and leaned forward to kiss you, his hand on your jaw as he slowly slid into your sex. You mouth opened in a gasp and he slid his tongue in.

Adrian gives you shallow thrusts as he kissed you but once you signal you’ve adjusted to him, he gives you one last kiss and pulls away to start pounding away at you. Your back arched as you took more of him.

“Does it feel good baby?” Adrian asked and you nodded as he slid his fingers between your lips. “Good girl, get them nice and wet for me.”

He slid them out of your mouth and dragged them down your torso and to your clit. “We can never go to Utah again baby,” The fingers you covered with your saliva began playing with your clit. You arched your back and moaned loudly. “I can’t go another day without seeing you like this.”

You sat up and wrapped your arms around his neck. Adrian smiled and picked you up. He loved showing off how strong he was for you. He bounced you on his cock and began kissing your neck. You moaned his name again and a small part of your mind wondered if you were going to get a noise complaint the next morning. The thought was quickly forgotten when Adrian pushed you into a wall as he carried you. You pulled his hair to sloppily kiss him again and your fingers tangled in your hair as he fucked you.

Still sensitive from your last orgasm, it was taking very little time to build up to your second. Especially when this new position gave Adrian a new angle to fuck you in entirely. He could feel you tightening around him so he nodded and moaned between kisses.

You came with a scream, your body tightening as pleasure washed over every nerve. Adrian didn't last long after that either and you felt his cock twitch before filling you with his cum. You moaned as you felt it wash over you and pulled him in for another kiss.

Adrian carried you to the bed and laid you down, curling next to you.

“Are you tired already baby?’ Adrian tilted his head as he crawled over your prone body. “We need to make up for not having sex at the last motel.”

“Well if you insist baby,” You smile at him.

The following morning, Chris slams his bags a little too hard into the van.

“What’s wrong now?” Adebayo asked as she blew her extra sugary coffee.

“Those two-” He said with disgust dripping with every word and pointed at you and Adrian wrapped up around each other, energized and in love. “Were celebrating being in Wyoming all night.”

[chaerimjump]

You know those reverse!robin fics where instead of Dick, we got Damian as the oldest sibling? Usually, the reverse!robins are more put together than the dumpster fire canon!robins. Put two and two together, and you have a jealous canon!dick that wants to know the secrets of being a better older brother.

But of course, nothing is as it seems when the pot finally bursts for the reverse!robins and reverse!damian has to get help from good ol' dickiebird.

Reverse!Robins: *Shouting at each other at maximum volume.*

Reverse!Damian, sighing: Is it..always like this for you, Richard?

Canon!Dick, tearing up that someone else now knows his pain: Yep.

Reverse!Damian: ..Alright, that's enough!

Reverse!Robins: *Still bickering.*

Reverse!Damian: ...

Canon!Dick, the multichampion of stopping his little brothers from killing each other for the nth time, if this skill was ranked he'd be a Challenger: *Using a well-crafted Bat GrowlTM* Enough!

Reverse!Robins: *Finally went silent.*

Canon!Dick with a practised tone: *Sighing* Tim, go back to the monitor. Jason, to the library, Steph, take a chill brownie from the kitchen, and Little Me, practice with the trapeze. Think about what you all did wrong.

*Ten minutes after the screaming match.*

Canon!Tim: They seriously haven't made up yet?

Canon!Tim: If it was us, we would already eat sugar cookies together in the living room. (courtesy of Alfred.)

[mtcloudsworld]

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 | +18, mdni, fem!reader, vigilante!reader (I thought of her as a witch, revealing Jason's deepest darkest desires while putting a little twist of her own...if that makes sense lol idk), Jason Todd, cowgirl, pet names: baby, edited but in case of any errors, ignore it, ty. Enjoy lovebugs! 🦠🩷

Call it lust, call it a driven quench of thirst, ecstacy, fucking, lust but secretly and begrudgingly, you had him wrapped around your finger.

Y'all were breathless and lightheaded but somehow weren't done. He can't lie he loved fucking the living shit out of you. It made him feel alive. Having your nails embedded in his skin, marks along his back and lipstick stains left on his collar and neck. Sounds of your raunchy mouth sends his mind to a frenzy.

His tongue slithers past your swollen lips to collide against your own. The kiss deepens and turns feverish with a mixture of loathe and lust. Mean, large calloused hands kneaded at the fat of your ass as he presses you completely against him. Your moans were nothing of the sort, they kept him in a trance.

Bewitching and taunting to the point he loses control, he finds himself cursing at his own vulnerability. Hating that he was allowing you to say things that were out of the ordinary, casting a spell of addiction and hunger over him seemed bizarre to hear but it was true. You had him hooked, driven to craving your touch-- craving every sense of you till it drove him mad.

"Does it feel good baby?" You're voice was as delicate as a feather, it was light with an erotic twist. You gave him a deep whine of your hips, rolling deliciously slow so he could feel every inch of you puckering around him. "Am I making you feel better?" It was so hard to tune you out when your whimpering moans echoed within his office. "I am, aren't I?" A giggle, "I can see it all in your eyes that you like it just as much as I do. No need in hiding it. You can tell me, I promise I won't tell a soul." You coo'd sweetly.

He feels your fingers run through his hair, comforting and persuading, they curl at the strands, giving a strain at the root of his scalp. As you tug at his hair, he grunts, thrusting his hips to meet you halfway. Pressing his pink mushroom tip into your soft cervix, he acknowledges the way you gasp, whimpering to the blissful rapture of his deep strokes. Eyes half lidded, you notice the swirl of his blue irises turn dark. The feeling of your pussy lips puckering and clenching around his throbbing dick, makes a deep guttural moan emit out of him. "s-shit!"

"Mhmm, there you go, baby," she chimes with a smirk. Pressing his forehead against yours, you hear those pathetic little whimpers and groans from his lips. Planting kisses at the corner of his lips, he locks eyes with you watching how your face twisted in delight. As he crumbles in your care, he feels himself getting closer and closer towards the edge. Gradually gaining the confidence to glance up your anatomy to your fucked out face, he watches how you begin to bounce relentlessly on his dick. "Holy fuck!-- Ugggh, yes, just like that, yes baby, yes!" Listening to the repetitive smacking of skin and squelching of your pussy juices beginning to pool and soak around his thighs and stain the black leather chair.

"Oh my god...oh my god...im cumming, I'm cumming, baby, I'm cumming!" With your arms wrapped around his shoulders, nails digging into the depths of his flesh, his hands held you right by the waist. Aiding and guiding you to keep going, equally you both leave marks behind once the intense orgasm washes away.

While you continuously feel him puncturing and abusing the inside of your gummy walls-- riding out the high, it leaves you breathless and crashing out on his chest, listening to the beautiful sound of his beating heart.

𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐃

𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐋 ©𝐦𝐭𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝𝐬 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓

[seagreenstardust]

I cannot believe the canon bkdk dynamic though.

Katsuki, completely whipped, 100% on board to spend the rest of his life with Izuku, living the dream as heroes.

Izuku, completely oblivious to his own worth, oblivious to how Katsuki really feels about him now, just so oblivious to it all.

[felinecyan]

When The Night Calls

[Izuku Midoriya x Female!Reader]

Synopsis: Your best friend leaving the hero course was enough to make you lose your mind. Especially when he’s suddenly standing across from you with nothing but a tired smile.

WC: 2978

Category: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Vigilante!Deku

Please give this one extra love!! Somehow Midoriya is also very suspiciously difficult to write 👀 (Also, that 3rd-degree burn I gave my hand today is making me want to cry and throw myself in a river. Damn you, AO3 curse!! )

『••✎••』

Seeing that letter taped on your door broke you in more ways than one.

He had been gone for almost a week, but his note left behind made you realize just how long it'd been. How long he had left you with nothing more than a simple explanation of his departure and how it felt like he was never coming back.

The entire class had been on edge ever since. The note even threw Bakugo for a loop, as much as he would deny it. It had everyone wondering where he was and if he was okay.

It hurt you the most, though. He was the closest friend you had and the only one who truly understood your feelings.

But now he was gone.

Aizawa still continued teaching, but with Midoriya absent, the class just couldn't focus. He wasn't as good at making things seem less depressing or stressful, and his lectures were just boring without a green bush to lighten the mood. Or at least, you thought so.

You haven't been paying much attention lately, and you're too busy thinking of your missing friend. Your grades had been slipping, but it wasn't like anyone could blame you. Even if your friends could, they didn't say anything.

They had tried talking to you, but all you could do was give them a half-hearted smile, shake your head, and tell them, "I'm fine."

You weren't fine, and you knew that. But what were you supposed to do? Cry about it? It’s not like he’d come back if you did that.

Ironically, he did technically come back.

That day, Aizawa decided to keep the pain everyone felt about Midoriya buried beneath the surface, so he assigned you all a ten-page essay about the history of quirks.

So, here you were, writing a half-assed essay close to two in the morning. Kaminari was blowing up the group chat with memes and random jokes, but no one seemed to care or even respond.

Well, that was until Bakugo started yelling at him to stop texting because he was trying to sleep.

That went on for about a solid ten minutes, with everyone getting annoyed at the two idiots, but eventually, it died down.

You took a glance at the clock, which now read 2:12 a.m.

Sleep just couldn't come to you. Not now, not when your brain was filled with thoughts of the broccoli boi.

Then, there was a tiny patter against your window, almost like a knock. If it hadn’t been so quiet, you might not have heard it.

You ignored it at first, of course, but it continued, the knocks getting louder and more urgent.

Finally, you stood from your chair, deciding to investigate, but then, the knocking stopped.

You paused, confused, but shrugged, figuring you must have been hearing things.

Yeah, right, because hearing knocks on your dorm window at 2 a.m. is normal.

It turned out to be a good thing you got up because when you turned back around, a figure was directly behind you.

You jumped back in fear, letting out a short shriek before slapping your hands over your mouth. The side eye glance to your window, now open and curtain rustling in the slight wind, had you regretting not locking the damn thing.

The figure let out a small chuckle, his shoulders shaking a bit, and your heart rate sped up.

You could see the person a lot better now that they weren't in the shadows, but the moonlight still kept their face hidden.

All you could see was the curly mess of green hair and a large hoodie with a black mask pulled over the bottom half of their face.

But you didn’t have to see his eyes to know exactly who it was.

Your hands fell limply to your sides as the boy stepped closer. His hand reached the hood of his suit, slowly pulling it off, and his bright, emerald green eyes were staring straight into yours.

The only thing you could do was stare, dumbfounded.

"You did lock it, by the way," the boy's voice said. It sounded hoarse and scratchy as if he hadn't spoken in days. He probably hadn't.

Still, his intuition never failed.

You continued to stare, eyes wide and unblinking.

Midoriya's brow furrowed, a look of worry replacing his smile.

"They really should put more difficult locks on these things. I mean, honestly, all I had to do was twist it, and it opened. If I were a villain, then— hmph!"

Your arms wrapped around his neck tightly, cutting him off. His eyes widened, surprised, but eventually, he relaxed, wrapping his own arms around your waist and pulling you closer.

"I was so worried," you said. You could feel your body starting to tremble, tears pricking your eyes. "Everyone was."

His arms tightened, his chin resting on your shoulder.

"I know. I'm sorry," he whispered, his breath tickling your ear. "I couldn't think of any other way."

You leaned back a bit enough to look him in the eyes. His tired, determined eyes.

"Wait, if you’re here… does that mean...?"

"I need my notebook." He kept his frown, and a sigh escaped his lips. "You have my old notes, right? I need those."

Oh.

That was it.

That was why he was back.

"Oh," You failed to hide the disappointment in your tone. "Right, uh, hold on…"

You pulled away, your eyes looking away from his. You could feel his eyes burning into the back of your head as you walked over to the desk, rummaging through the drawer.

Speaking of, your desk was an absolute disaster. If allowing students in your dorm room wasn't against the rules, Iida would have broken down your door a long time ago, screaming at the top of his lungs about how your room was in utter chaos.

Eventually, you found it. It was covered in sticky notes, and some of the pages were folded. Makes sense, considering the fact that you'd spent the last week reading it, studying, and hoping to find some kind of clue about his whereabouts and the league itself.

But even if it was in your hands, screaming for its owner, you hesitated. He was going to leave again, wasn't he? He wasn't going to stay.

But common sense hit you. You couldn’t force him to stay. It would be selfish of you to even ask.

You turned, walking back over to him. He was staring intently at the ground, his eyes narrowed in concentration, and he had a small frown on his face.

When you were a couple of feet away, he finally looked up, his hand reaching out for the book.

"Here," you said, trying not to let the sadness seep into your words. "Don’t mind the added stickies. Simpler terms, easier to understand, you know?"

"Right, thanks," he murmured, his eyes darting over the cover before flipping through the pages. His brows were scrunched together, and his fingers fiddled with the pages, flipping through them with a practiced speed.

He was so concentrated on the notebook that he didn't see your frown, and he didn't see the sadness in your eyes.

But then, he froze.

His eyes scanned over one of the pages, his fingers tightening around the spine of the book, and his breath hitched.

His eyes flickered up to yours, and his lips were set in a tight line.

"You read this?"

"Huh?" You blinked, taken aback. "Was I… not supposed to read it all?"

"What? No, no, I meant this page."

He flipped the book around, opening it to a certain page, and held it up for you to see.

Oh, yeah, his page. The one where he wrote about himself. Which, proudly, you knew most of what was written in it, anyway. Some things caught you off guard, but not many.

"Oh, yeah, I skimmed over it," you admitted.

"And... how much did you skim over?"

"Um... all of it? I mean, I'm in your hero notes, too. I took a lot more of my time on the page dedicated to me, I have to admit, but uh… What's the big deal?"

Midoriya looked at you, and his gaze was intense. "Did you… miss me that much that you would study my hero notes that closely?"

"Well, I wouldn’t say closely—"

He tilted his head in an almost sarcastic manner, and his eyes narrowed as he leaned over to point at a section in his notes.

A bright pink sticky note, covered in stars, was stuck onto the paper.

It was a small part, a very short paragraph, and you had given your analysis of him and not of his quirk either. It was a list of his attributes, his personality, and the type of hero he was.

To someone else, it would be pretty informative about what kind of person he was and what kind of hero he would be, but you both knew the true meaning behind the note.

Because it was all the things you missed about him.

"… oh, " was all you could say.

The air around you two suddenly became awkward, the silence becoming heavy.

The tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife.

But, as expected, Midoriya broke the silence.

"I figured since you’re still awake, it must mean that you're working on homework or studying, and you wouldn’t do that at night if I weren’t gone," he began. "I thought that maybe it would be too soon to come back, or even that I should have stayed away, but, well, I really needed my notes, and, honestly, I wanted to see you, and—!"

He was rambling again. You could practically see the gears turning in his head, his brain spitting out more words than his mouth could.

At least he was still himself, you thought.

You decided to cut him off, placing your hand on his arm, and he jolted at the sudden contact, his head snapping back up to yours.

"I’m sorry," you said, looking down.

He looked confused, tilting his head. "What for? You have nothing to be sorry for; you didn't do anything wrong."

"No, I—" You cut yourself off, biting your lip, and looked away. You took a deep breath before speaking.

"I'm sorry," you started. "For not stopping you. For not coming with you. For not helping you. I had no idea what you were going through, and I was too worried about myself, and I didn't—"

"Hey, hey, stop," Midoriya said, placing his hand on your shoulder. You hadn't realized you were shaking. "This is my fight, okay? It's not yours, and I was the one who didn’t want to bring anyone else into this mess. This isn’t your fault, so please don’t beat yourself up about it."

"I don't know what I'm supposed to do." You looked back up at him, tears blurring your vision. "I don’t know how to help."

He was silent for a moment, but then, he pulled you closer, wrapping his arms around you once again, and you buried your head in his chest, gripping the fabric of his hoodie.

"It's okay," he said. "I don’t expect you to know how to help, and I didn’t come here for your help. Well, technically, I did since you had my notebook, but I’m speaking on a—"

“I know, I know," you mumbled.

Another moment of silence, and then, he sighed, a puff of air brushing your ear.

"I'm not sure when I'll be back, if I ever will, but I promise," he whispered, his breath tickling your ear and his words making your heart skip a beat. "I promise we will be fine. We all will. Me, you, everyone else. It might take a while, but we will be okay."

You nodded, your grip on his hoodie tightening. This was the sound of a goodbye, and the finality of it terrified you.

"It’s just…" you mumbled, and his brow furrowed.

"Just what?"

You hesitated, a lump forming in your throat.

"What?" He repeated, pulling back to look you in the eye. "Please tell me."

You took a deep breath, swallowed the lump, and looked him in the eye.

"It's just that... You’re my not-alone buddy, remember?”

Midoriya froze, his eyes widening.

It was a little game you two had back when things weren’t so complicated. Back when you were just normal students.

You both struggled to make friends, so you made a pact. Obviously, that thought disbanded when everyone else got close, and now you all were pretty good friends, but the friendship between him and you was different. It was a bond between you two that was just special.

Not even ‘Kacchan’ could ruin that, as close as he and Midoriya grew.

You never called him Deku, even after Bakugo and the rest of the class started calling him by the nickname. Sure, it was his hero name, and you could call him that, but you just never felt comfortable.

Todoroki didn’t either, but then again, Todoroki didn't call anyone by their nicknames.

But, back to the point.

"We made a pact, and... that was one of the things I wrote on the sticky notes." You gestured to the book. "It was during my angry denial phase, so I’m not that proud of it, but… it was still true."

"You were angry?" He asked, confused. "Why?"

"Well, first of all, I was worried sick. I knew you were going to go do something stupid, and obviously, I was right.”

He winced at that.

"But I was angry because you didn’t trust me, and I felt like you were leaving me, too," you said, biting your lip. "I know that sounds stupid and selfish, and I get that this was your battle, not mine, and I can't change that, but... I guess I was just scared. You didn’t even tell me before you left, and the note was just..."

You trailed off, a lump forming in your throat again, and your eyes burned with tears.

You didn't want to cry in front of him, so you buried your face in his chest again, and his grip tightened around you.

"I'm sorry," he apologized.

You shook your head. "Don’t apologize. It's not like you're changing your mind."

He was quiet for a moment, his head lowering and his lips resting on your forehead.

"I'm sorry," he whispered.

Your breath hitched. "Izuku, please don't say it."

He pulled back, and his face was unreadable. He looked determined, his eyes burning with passion, and it hurt. It hurt to know that, despite everything, he still had his mind made up.

"I have to go," he said, and his voice was quiet. "I don’t want to leave you alone. I really don’t, but I have to, and you need to stay safe. Me being here isn't doing anything good, and I can't keep coming back and putting you in danger. So, for now, at least until the Shigaraki is dealt with, please just be safe. Don’t try and find me, and please don't let anyone else know I was here."

He paused, his eyes glancing towards the window.

"Actually, I might come back just to get rid of that lock. I mean, seriously, I barely even touched it, and it came right off. You could easily replace it with something stronger, maybe one of those new locks that only respond to fingerprints! But, then it can be traced back to you, and they can use you to— oh, man, I'm rambling again, aren't I?"

You didn't bother to respond. Instead, you leaned up, pressing your lips against his cheek.

Midoriya's entire face went bright red, his mouth opening and closing like a fish.

You could feel your face burning, but it was worth it to see his reaction.

"Be careful," you said. "Please, Izu, don’t be stupid."

"R-Right."

He stumbled a bit, his hand coming up to touch the spot where your lips were. His eyes flickered back to you, and you swore you saw him blushing, but then he turned, heading towards the window.

"Oh, uhm, b-by the way," he said, reaching the window. He placed his hand on the frame, glancing back at you. "For Aizawa's essay, you have to also analyze the strengths and weaknesses, not just the evolution of quirks. Make sure to read the whole paragraph in that book he gave us at the beginning of the semester."

He gave you one last smile, pulling the mask over his mouth and the hood over his head. You looked in befuddlement as he stepped out onto the roof, and your hands were wrapped around the edges of the open window.

"How did you—"

"It's Aizawa," His mask was muffling his voice, so he lifted it up a bit, and his eyes twinkled. "What else do you expect from him?"

And then he jumped.

He let the mask drop back down and became just another shadow in the night, with his green lightning trailing behind him.

You didn’t have the energy to laugh, and you didn't have the heart.

You leaned against the windowsill, letting the cool night air wash over your face. You sighed, watching the clouds drift in the sky.

"You're still an idiot," you whispered, closing your eyes.

When the sun rises, this encounter will only be a distant memory.

But for now, the cold night was enough to convince you otherwise. For now, his green eyes were staring up at the same night sky, and he was thinking of you, too.

That kiss on the cheek, as tame as it was, was still enough to make his head spin. You were still his friend, his not-alone buddy, and nothing was going to change that.

And you both were okay with that.

[nina-scribbles]

"Contrary to popular belief, Izuku Midoriya hadn’t actually intended to do anything illegal. Apparently vigilantism actually IS a slippery slope, and the transition from neighborly, helping old ladies with their groceries, to leaving would-be muggers tied up in alley-ways… is rather quick and easy to slip. Who coulda guessed?"

- Serendipitous Encounters on Ao3

(Excerpt from chapter one, art from a scene in the soon-to-be-posted chapter five, bc i just couldn't get it out of my head lol :3 )

[drvoos]

she was beautiful. the kind of beautiful which made you stop when she passed you on the street to gawk. skin tanned dark by the sun, red luscious hair flowing down her back in waves. the amazons were known to be of another planet when it comes to looks. i mean, just look at diana.

at first it didn’t bother you. i mean, she was just another hero. there’s tons others out there that rivaled her. you weren’t too bad yourself, but you knew you were nothing compared to her. she was practically a goddess. so, when you learned of her history with your lover, jason todd, your view began to change.

as a vigilante of the night yourself you were used to working with the league. jason was adamant that you help with their missions, and slowly you had began to realize why. you saw the way he looked at her. like she was a blooming flower in the desert, and he had been deprived of looking at something that beautiful for years.

you had mentioned some worry to him awhile ago, when he first told you of your concern. what are you talkin’ about? he had asked, staring at you as if you were crazy. she’s nothin’ but a bad dream now.

his words from that night would permanently engrave themselves into your brain. they would follow you for the rest of your life — even now as you stared at the two sitting side by side on the roof of whatever building you couldn’t remember the name of. luckily they hadn’t noticed your presence as you blended into the shadows behind them.

it’s just a bad dream. you repeated. just a bad dream.

[idiot-mushroom]

foreshadowing for the total anarchy au ig

[browneyedolly]

need this awkward neurodivergent man real bad like y’all don’t understand 🙃he’s so adorably pathetic 😭

[flamingpudding]

Ouija Board Prompt Idea

A/N: A late night Idea that came to me instead of sleep and I wrote this down during lunch break

Danny was just in Gotham because the city spirit had asked him for assistance with a rather persistent unruly Ghost that didn't understand that this was her haunt and she did not want them there.

So when he got the notice he did his kingly duties and made sure the Ghost was no longer annoying Lady Gotham. He was the Ghost King but even he didn't want to anger a spirit as old as her. He had watched the spirit take a ghostly club and hit Clockwork the Ancient of Time with it without remorse the first time they were introduced. So yea, no messing with this one.

He had been about to portal back home when he felt a strange pull one that was close to when he got summoned but yet it didn't feel as demanding but more like a little kid pulling on his shirt hesitantly. So he checked it out…

… and came across a group of vigilantes investigating an occult side.

Invisible he watched them, curious. He used to do the teen hero stick too before the whole Ghost King business allowing him to get some semblance of a normal life with his rogues, might as well see how others to that hero stick. Besides the pull he felt appeared to come from that tall one wearing a red helmet something was up with that guy.

"Come on, ask the ghosts a question or are you too chicken to do it?"

"I will not participate in this nonsense, Red Hood."

"Come on guys it will be fun!"

"For whom? You, Spoiler?"

"RR aren't you curious?"

"We just gotta ask the board a question and if a ghost is around they will answer by moving it, right?"

"Ghosts don't exist."

Okay Danny was not taking personal offense here but he was a half ghost and he ruled the Ghost Zone filled with ecto-entities that could count as ghosts. So yes, ghosts existed. It was a simple decision then as he floated down invisible crouching next to board still invisible and out of the way from them.

Making sure he made a lot of scraping noises as he moved the small wooden piece on the board to 'YES'.

Someone yelped and someone else shrieked, though Danny wasn't sure if that was a shriek of excitement or not. He still grinned at their reactions.

"Did that just move to 'YES'! It did, didn't it!"

Yea okay that earlier was a shriek of excitement considering how that girl in purple was jumping around. Though the poor kid among them looked a little paler now, Danny decided to keep an eye on the kid to make sure he wasn't overdoing it.

"Okay so a ghost is here?"

Maybe he should have bothered listening to Lady Gotham or Tucker more about the vigilantes of Gotham. Oh well no time better as this to learn. What did the girl call this boy again, RR? Danny wondered what that stood for.

He moved the piece around the board a little making sure they noticed before he spelled something out.

"N-O-S-H-I-T-S-H-E-R-L-O-C-K. No shit Sherlock. Ha! I like this ghost!" The tall one laughed, he believed the kid called him Red Hood earlier. Well the red helmet was a great testament to that sort of code name. Still he wondered about that weird feeling he got from the guy but pushed that aside for later.

"Well since there is a ghosts, what should we ask?"

"Maybe how old he is?"

"Think it rude to ask how he died?"

Danny rolled his eyes. Those were such mainstream questions.

"B-O-R-I-N-G, 1-6 , YES. Guys it looks like we are not were imaginativ."

"Well what do you suggest we ask then?"

"I don't know! Maybe he can show us a cool trick?"

"You know that reminds me of this game that's been out for a while, phasmophobia or something like that?"

Oh Danny knew this one! Tucker had told him about the game, he himself hadn't played it but he had watched his best friend do so, they had a lot of fun joking about how the ghosts were portrayed and the tools that were available to the players.

"So what? We ask the ghost to play Hide and Seek with us?"

"Let's cease this nonsense. This is not something we should mess with."

"Oh are you scared?"

He made a show of moving the wooden piece, doing his best not to snicker out loud as he moved the piece to count down from the number 9. Letting his own powers out a little to cause the already dim light to flicker and the room to cool down several degrees.

The reaction was instant once again. Though he didn't expect them to run for hiding spaces he definitely did not expect these people to pull out their weapons and position against each other's back like they were ready for a fight. Then again they were vigilantes

The poor kid among them looked even paler. Before his count down could reach 0 he decided to not scare the poor kid more. Pulling back his powers the room's temperature normalized and the lights stopped flickering. He moved the wooden piece knowing that at least one of them was watching it in anticipation.

"J-K-S-O-R-R-Y"

"I think the ghost just apologized to us?" The RR teenager said carefully and Danny couldn't help the sheepish smile even if they couldn't see it in his invisible state.

"You know about the game?"

He moved the piece to YES.

"So you thought it was fucking appropriated to scare us like that?"

He moved the piece around and placed it back to YES before spelling out sorry again. The vigilantes shared a look and Danny decided to spell out a question.

"L-I-T-T-L-E-G-U-Y-O-K-A-Y"

"Huh? Uh yea Robin is fine." They looked confused but Danny kept his eyes on the kid. Well the poor boy still looked very pale but he also appeared to try to put on a brave front, it nearly caused a chuckle to escape the halfa.

"Can you show yourself?"

"S-U-R-E"

Not like he was really going to show himself but this was going to be fun, he thanked the Ancients that he was taking lessons with Pandora on how to manipulate his own ectoplasm. He summoned a blob of it making sure he himself was still invisible as he let the green blob be visible, forming it and making it look like a blob ghost.

The reaction was once again instant. They yelled in the chaos all he caught sounded like 'Lazarus water! Moving Lazarus Water!' Before the pale kid, Robin they said, slashed at his ectoplasm blob with his katana, essentially doing nothing to the blob of ectoplasm. The sword just went through it and Danny still holding it confused just instinctively let it reform the shape he gave it.

Danny blinked, okay now he was definitely not showing himself. "This is no a ghost but a Pit Demon!"

From the corner of the eye he saw Lady Gotham appear in the room staring at him disapprovingly and holding that ghost club she had used on Clockwork.

"I can explain, really! I was just joking with them!" He stood holding his hands up to smooth the situation, the green blob fell to the ground splashing against the Ouija Board with a loud splat. His chances of not get hit like Clockwork by Lady Gotham were becoming slimmer.

"WHO SAID THAT?!"

Shit, he hadn't used ghost speech but said that out loud.

[m0oncak3]

Secret Trio vigilante AU x Batfam possibly yall

(I forgot Jason’s fit, couldn’t search for a reference in class)