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The bat and the black widow

Helping an old friend (part 1)

Summary: An ex black widow assassin, trying to start a new life away from her past, until a friend from the past finds her asking for help

Wc: 2.8k

Relationships: Bruce Wayne/batman x black widow! Reader(romantic), Batfam! X fem! Reader (platonic) , Natasha Romanoff x fem! Reader (platonic)

A/n: so I made this since I got a random urge to wanting to read black widow! Reader x Batman but I found none, so when in doubt make your own! ALSO! If it wasn’t obvious this is a marvel x dc crossover story but it’s more mcu with comic elements x dc since it’s been awhile since I read marvel comics lol. It also has gotten longer than i had originally planned so I will making this into a series ^^

Slowly waking up, you turned to the sides seeing the sunlight peeking through the curtains to keep the room dark, or at least dark as it possibly can with the sun being out now.

After a few seconds of you looking at the windows you slowly stretched your arms upwards, letting out a yawn in the process causing your eyes to water a bit as you sat up.

"Morning." You said softly as you looked at the man that was asleep next to you, as you ran your hand through his black hair.

Bruce shifted a bit in his sleep as he felt your fingers being ran through his hair. Smiling softly at him of his movement you leaned in,giving him a kiss on his cheek.

His eyes soon fluttered open at the action, looking up at you as he smiled at her sitting up. "Morning love." He said, his morning voice making him sound more deeper than usual as he leaned in to you kissing your lips as you kissed him back.

Pulling away from the kiss you got out of bed as you started to get changed into your outfit for the day. "So you have anything planned for us today?" You asked.

Today was a special day for Bruce and you, which was why you asked. As of today it was your guys 3rd year anniversary.

"You think I didn't plan anything for us today?" He asked, getting up from the bed as well as he wrapped his arms around your waist kissing your neck softly.

You hummed as his lips met your neck, you could just melt at his touch.

"No.." you spoke as you turned your head slightly to look at him. "I was just asking since I was also planning on something."

"Oh?" He said a small smile on his face as he placed his chin on your shoulder to look at you.

"Yeah." You replied, fixing the shirt you had put on.

"I have something too." He said as he went to start changing into clothes he'll wear for today.

"But l'll give it to you after what you have planned." He looking over at you as he continued to get dress.

"Well now you're making me eager to figure out what it is." You said, a smile on your face as you walked out of the room.

"Don't worry I'm sure you'll like what I got you."

He called out in reply from the room.

Walking down into the kitchen you smiled as you saw Damian sitting in the kitchen eating his breakfast.

"Morning early bird." You said as you walked over to him ruffling his hair as you went to make a cup of coffee for Bruce and you.

Damian looked up at you as you spoke ruffling his hair. Once you finally moved away from him, he kept his eyes on you. "Morning..." he mumbled as he spoke.

"Morning Ms McGee." Alfred spoke as he handed her a plate with the breakfast he had made.

"Ah thank you Alfred." You said grabbing the plate as you placed it on the counter next to you. "But I told you so many times you can call me y/n." You said before taking a piece of food that was on the plate.

"I don't get why you still bother with that." Dick said as he walked into the kitchen grabbing a plate as he started to fill it up with things he planned to eat for the morning.

You can't help but let out a huff of a chuckle as you poured Bruce and yourself a cup of coffee as you took a sip of the cup you poured for yourself.

"I know but I think I've been here long enough."

"Maybe a little too long." Jason said as he walked into the kitchen looking at you as he grabbed toast that was out and poured himself a cup of orange juice.

"Morning to you too Jason." You just replied with as you looked at him as you ate your breakfast, as you soon spotted Cassandra and Stephanie both coming into the kitchen together. "Morning you two."

"Morning y/n!" Steph said as she walked to the table. "Morning." Cass said right after also taking a seat at the table in the kitchen.

After that Tim walked in followed by Duke coming into the kitchen as well as you greeted them both as they entered.

Soon Bruce finally came down and you smiled as you saw him giving him a kiss on the lips, which caused Damian to turn his head rolling his eyes.

Once you pulled away from the kiss you handed Bruce the cup of coffee you had poured for him.

"So..." Cass said as she took a sip of her cup of tea. "When is y/n going to join us and get her own costume?" She asked, looking at the two of them.

You had a smile on your face but just shook your head at question as you rolled your eyes at it.

"Well-"

"Never." You cut off Bruce before he could finish.

"And why’s that?" Damian asked, raising his eyebrow at you.

"I just don't fight." You simply said as you drank your cottee.

With that Cass let out a sigh. "I was really hoping another girl would join." She mumbled

It was the afternoon. Bruce was out with Tim for a social event, you didn't come with them since Bruce knew you didn't like going to public events.

Dick and Damian were both in the batcave training with each other.

Duke was out on patrol.

Steph and Cass were most likely upstairs, hanging out with each other in either one of their rooms.

Jason was.. well who knows where Jason is half of the time.

And you? You were in the kitchen as you had started to prepare what you wanted to make for Bruce and yours anniversary dinner.

You had asked Alfred if he can get you one of the best wines that Bruce will like, and hearing the front door open and then close it brought to your attention his arrival back to the manor.

"Here you go Ms McGee." He said handing you the bottle of wine he had purchased.

"Thank you Alfred." You said happily, giving him a smile as you placed the wine in a cabinet before heading back over to season the meat once more.

After you had prepared the meat you put it back in the refrigerator, as you started to take out what you needed to make the sauce for the paste you heard the door ring.

"I'll get it Alfred!" You called out as you stopped what you were doing and headed to the door.

"Hello how can-" You stared as you opened the door but soon cut yourself off. "Natasha..." You said more softly as you saw the familiar red hair female in front of you.

"Well, look at you living the life." She said with a smile on her face as she looked at you through the sunglasses she was wearing.

"What are you doing here?.." Was all you can really think of as you just looked at her.

"I need your help." Natasha replied as she looked at you.

"If you need help go get help from S.H.E.l.L.D or the other avengers or something." You said in a low voice too scared anyone would hear you.

"It would only risk the mission." She told you in reply. "Besides, you know Gotham better than them or me." She added.

"Who is it?" You heard Alfred ask you.

"Oh it's no one." You replied, turning to look at him as you smiled. "Just a Girl Scout selling cookies." You told him, making him nod his head in reply before he walked away out of eye and earshot.

"Follow me..." You told Natasha as you moved out of her way, letting her enter before closing the door. You soon made your way up the room that Bruce had given you to do your pottery before closing it and locking it once Natasha entered.

"Do they know?" Natasha asked as she looked at you.

"No, why would they know?" You said as she took a seat in the stool that was in the room. "You helped me bury my past, I've been able to live in peace for 5 years... why would I ruin it?"

"I was just asking..." Natasha said as she looked around at the room that was mainly filled up with vases as she examined them.

You stood quite for a bit as you just observed her.

"What do you need my help with?" You finally asked.

"It has to do with the court of owls-"

"If it has to deal with the court of owls then don't worry, let the bat deal with it." You cut her off

“You didn't let me finish.” She said leaning against the wall as she crossed her arms as she looked at you.

After a few more seconds of silence Natasha finally spoke again. “It doesn't just have to do with the court of owls but also hydra.”

Heading that made you just stand there in shock. “Hydra and the court of owls are working together?..” You asked, making sure you understood what she was saying.

Natasha nodded her head. “I was following some hydra agents to Gotham trying to figure out why they were coming here.” She said as she walked a bit closer to you. “When I finally got to them after some integration they told me that they came here to meet the court of owls today and that they weren’t the only ones.” She told you.

“Did they tell you where they were going to meet them?” You asked.

“They didn’t but it wasn’t hard to find this.” She said going through her pocket as she handed you a small card.

Standing up grabbing it you turned it around to look at it until you spotted the location on the card.

“You think this is where they are meeting?”

“It has to be.. I’ve been watching them for weeks and they walked around the area close to this location more than I count.”

“…Did they tell you why they were meeting them?” You finally asked.

“No, that’s what I need to find out and why I want you to help me.” She answered. “It’s one thing if it was just hydra and the court of owls have never been a threat for us at S.H.E.I.L.D, but if they are starting to work with hydra then they’re becoming more of a threat not just in Gotham but outside.”

You just hummed, nodded your head in agreement. “Yeah… it can’t be good. But I can’t help.” You told her. “Today is Bruce and I's 3rd year anniversary and I was planning on making dinner for us… you should ask someone else you know…”

“I would but not many of them are good at undercover missions and they won’t make it here on time.”

“I don’t do that anymore, you-“

“Y/n please.” Natasha cut you off. “I know you don’t do this anymore, but I’m not asking you as a former assassin, I’m asking you to help as a friend.” She told you. “I know you don’t want to do this type of work anymore, but you and I both know that if Hydra is here then it’s not good for you or this family you have.”

You stood quiet. You knew she was right, that was the whole reason why you never went out in public with Bruce, why you changed your last name, had a small quiet jobbed, why you did everything to hide your past.

It wasn’t because you were ashamed of your past or that you were trying to hide away from the red room (since you knew it was taken down by Natasha), but you were hiding cause you knew if anyone from hydra found you again they’ll “take back what’s theirs”.

“…no you’re right…” You said as you walked over to an old vase you had made. “It can’t be good for me or this family…. Even if they might be able to handle themselves.”

You soon pushed the vase to the floor causing it to break as it revealed what you had put inside. Your old widow suit, two pistols, and widows bite bracelet.

“How long do you think it’ll take?” You asked her as you picked up the items from the floor.

“An hour maybe 2.” Natasha answered. You just hummed at that as you went to put the items in a bag.

“Do you plan on us using a disguise, or are we just gonna break in?”

“Oh don’t worry, the two guys I got were given owl masks, we would have to use them to get in.”

“Then what are we waiting for?” You asked as you started to leave the room heading to the front as you grabbed your brown slouch coat.

“Alfred, I'm heading out with a friend.” You called out as Natasha followed, as she got a glance at the butler.

Alfred nodded his head as he looked over at the red head woman next to you.

“I understand, and who might you be.” He asked mostly to the other woman.

“An old friend.” Natasha replied as the two of you left the manner.

“Hmm I still look good in this.” You said to yourself a smile on your face as you looked at yourself in the mirror, checking yourself out in the black jumpsuit.

The two of you had gone to the apartment that Natasha was staying in, while in Gotham to pick up some things.

“I’m surprised it still fits.” She said a bit teasingly

“And what’s that supposed to mean?” You raised your eyebrow as you looked at her.

“Just that you haven’t worn that thing in over 5 years.” She said as she walked over to you handing you a white owl looking mask. “You need this.”

“Thanks.” You responded as you put on your coat once more to hide the weapon that were attached to your body before putting the mask in the pocket.

You watched as Natasha do the same thing before the two of you walked out, heading the car she was using.

You got into the passenger seat at the same time as Natasha, and right as she started the car you two heard a phone ringing, and you knew instantly it was your phone.

Pulling it out you saw the caller ID was Bruce so you immediately picked it up.

“Hey y/n, Alfred told me you went out with an old friend?” You heard him through the other side of the phone.

“Oh yeah. I was actually going to call you about that right now…” You told him. “I didn’t know she would be here, but she wanted to catch up.”

“I didn’t know you knew many people outside of Gotham..” He said.

“Yeah… she's an old friend, we don't talk a lot…” you told him. “But I actually wanted to let you know we kind of got caught up with something. She needs my help with something.”

“What does she need your help with?”

“… pottery..” Was all you can think of saying.

“Pottery really?” Natasha mouths to you quietly as you look over at her seeing she’s holding in a laugh.

You just shrugged. “I didn’t know what else to say.�� You mouth back to her quietly.

“Yeah, I don’t know a thing about pottery or what type of clay to use and I knew y/n can help me, sorry for taking her away from you for a while.” Natasha said loud enough so she can be heard through the other side of the phone.

“Yeah… we just left the place she’s staying at now so I can get what I need to teach her… so I’ll probably be late for the dinner I wanted to plan for us…” Was all you told him as you looked at the road in front of you.

“It’s okay… I got caught up in some work of my own, Dick, Tim, and Damian are coming with me for it.” He said, causing you to nod your head even though he can’t see you do it.

“Hmm then maybe I’ll get home before you.” You joked with a smile on your face.

“Hmm maybe, maybe.” He replied and you can just imagine him saying it with a smile on his face.

“Stay safe okay…”

“I will.”

“I love you Bruce..”

“I love you too y/n.”

And with that you hung up the phone, putting the phone away as you turned to look at Natasha.

“We should be at the place in 20 minutes.” She told you and you just donned your head in response letting out a deep sigh you didn’t realize you were holding.

A/n: time to work on part two now 😮‍💨

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augustinapril · 2 years ago

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Heyyy Spence

So I saw that you wanted some batfam requests (especially platonic ones) so I was wondering if I could ask for a batfam (you pick whatever characters you want to be added) x bat!sibling reader who’s getting a special award but doesn’t tell anyone about it? Not bc they don’t think the family will care, they just think that the rest of them are busy and don’t want to bother them. They somehow find out though and are all there so surprise the reader?

If not- that’s totally fine too!!

Take care <333

Spider || Batfam

Paring: Batfam & gn!reader

Sypnosis: You're Brooklyns resident Spider, or The Insect, as Heaven likes to call you. It's a job you've taken with honor, and you're being thanked for it by the city. What you didn't expect was to see your family in the crowd.

Warnings: kind of a spiderman x dc crossover? r is basically the spiderman of DC, talks of heights, violence and terribly written fight scenes, reader is threatened by a villian, swearing, mentions of food, its poorly written I'm sorry!!

wc: 3.2k || nav || m.list

a/n: shout out to @lu-vin-it for being a character in this fic! he also happens to write so you should definitely go check out their stuff (that's a threat not a request). thank you @lemkay-luminary for proofreading!! <3 reblogs > likes!!

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Gotham City was constantly buzzing with life, along with death. It was a violent city, full of murderers, thieves, robbers, and villians drowning in a thirst for blood. More times than you could count, the city has stolen the life of people you've cared for.

It held too many bad memories for you to stay. You loved the city, and it would always be your home, but you had a new home in Brooklyn, too.

Brooklyn gave you a breath of fresh air, here you could see the sun most days. It was calming, the warmth of it a comfort. You love it here and the people here love you in return.

"Spider!" A little girl from down below shouted, strawberry ice cream smeared across her face as she pointed up at you. "It's Spider!"

Her father gave her a light lecture on how it was rude to point when you attached yourself to the side of a building, offering the little girl a wave. She waved back, squealing in excitement at the fact that the Spider was waving at her.

"Y/n, you know those guys we've been tracking for God knows how long?" Heaven's voice spoke through the comms, startling you.

"I don't, actually, I think they've managed to slip my mind." You retorted sarcastically as you jumped off and swung your way to a nearby rooftop.

"You were bitten by an insect, I can treat you like an insect."

"Spiders aren't insects, they're—"

There was an annoyed huff that cut you off, it made you snicker. "Fuck you. I should make you do all this by yourself, but I don't. Be grateful. Anyways, so I've gotten a location on them, Visage is most definitely there."

"Where?" You asked quickly. Visage has been tormenting the city for a while now.

"Near Plymouth Church. They've been spotted in some run down building near it."

"Thank you." You responded and the comms cut out.

That's when you jumped, arms behind you, the breeze pushed against your suit. It was exhilarating to fly through the air, being so high above everything else.

Helping people in the way you do, swinging through the city and hearing people like that little girl call out to you was worth every risk the job came with. You'd put yourself on the line every time because you're here to protect them.

Which brought you here, on top of some building across from an abandoned grocery store. Your eyes were glued to the doors, as you watched and waited for something to happen.

A man walked out, wearing protective green gear. It was Visage, you knew it was. There was no mistaking him and his rather ugly suit.

"Visage, my man, what's up?" You jumped over to the power line nearby, standing on top of the wooden pole. His head snapped up to you, and the second it did, you webbed him. Jumping up you yanked him up with you. You grabbed ahold of his head and slammed it onto the pole. There was a crack in his helmet, him falling to the ground and letting out a pained groan.

"Fuck," You heard him hiss under his breath, struggling to pull himself off the ground. You didn't give him much of a chance before you leapt down in front of him, landing before swiping him off his feet.

"I'm gonna kill you," He raised his gauntleted hand and he fired at you from his spot on the ground.

It was one of his weird creations, Vistech as he liked to call it. It made you realize that villians are extremely uncreative when it comes to naming things.

"'I'm gonna kill you' blah blah blah, I've heard it all before. Your words mean nothing." You retorted, moving out of the way of whatever it was he shot at you. He had a nasty habit of creating new concoctions and testing them on you.

You were sure you probably seemed cocky, and the way he tensed made it evident he wasn't very appreciative of your attitude. "You're really annoying, you know that?"

After that he charged at you, gear adding power to his steps. Your senses spiked, making you leap out of his way. His gauntlet grabbed hold of your arm, as he throwed you towards a nearby wall.

The impact knocked the wind out of your lungs, falling to the ground with a wheeze. You could hear his heavy boots hit the ground with each step he took towards you. You pushed yourself off the ground, then you lifted your hand and shot webbing at his face. His cries were muffled by the substance, his hand scratched to try and get the webs off.

You fully pushed yourself off of the ground, wincing in pain. Much to your dismay, the second you were on your feet Visage had pulled off the webs. He ran towards you again and you were lucky to move out of the way on time.

You put your hand behind his head and slammed it full force into the wall, knocking him unconscious. You crouched down, inspecting Visage's guantlet, lifting the heavy metal. It was warm to the touch, most likely because of the weird substance in them.

You looked them over, searching for a way to remove them . It was more sophisticated than you originally thought, but you found it eventually.

You knew Visage wasn't the highest of rank in whatever business he worked for, but he was high enough on there for you to get some information on the entire organization.

You tied him up with your webbing, and when you heard police sirens you leapt up to the rooftop of the nearest building, Visage's guantlet in hand.

***

The fight had been all over the news.

Some people praised you for your efforts whilst others said you were nothing but a menace, but the mayor, much to your surprise, was extremely pleased with your work.

She made an announcement on television about wanting to thank you personally for everything you've done for Brooklyn.

Which led you here, stood near the entrance of the building the mayor did most of her work in. She looked elegant, black pencil skirt hugging her legs and waist, a matching jacket on top of a white dress shirt. She was so put together it made you nervous.

You didn't look put together. Not that you really could in your spidersuit but you still felt self-conscious.

Yet she offered you a warm smile, holding her hand out towards you. "Spider! It's nice to meet you in person."

You smiled back, though she couldn't see it from underneath your mask. "It's nice to meet you too, Madame Mayor." Her hand was warm against the fabric of your suit.

"So you and I will just walk out that door," She began, pointing over towards the door. "And I'll greet the crowd, give a speech, and then I'll shake your hand once more. I'll warn you now, there will be a lot of people."

It was strange how you could fight dangerous people and yet the mention of a crowd made your heart rate pick up.

You nodded, and she smiled again. Her heels clicked loudly against the white flooring of the office building, your steps quieter than hers. You made sure to wear your converse here. There had been many times you forgot to slip on your shoes before heading out of your bedroom window, your mind racing to find reported criminals.

The doors opened, sunlight shined through as you exited the brick building. There was an abundance of people in the crowd, the snapping of pictures and shouts of Spider filled the atmosphere. There were news reporters that surrounded the barricades of the stairs, keeping the rambunctious crowd from getting too close.

"Hello people of Brooklyn!" The Mayor waved, sun reflecting off of her white painted nails. The way she handled the crowd made you envious and it took everything in you not to teeter on your feet to calm the nerves.

The crowd gave a series of shouts and greetings in reply, making the mayor laugh. She was good at this, but you suppose she had to be. That's when she introduced you, another wave of excited noise spilled from the ocean of people across from you.

"Hello." You replied as you waved and cringed at how awkward you probably sounded. Another group of greetings sounded around you.

People could be loud when they wanted to be, and that amplified in groups. You eyed them, and noticed the little girl from a few days ago again. She rested on top of her father's shoulders—her face was ice-creamless now—and her abundance of red waves was put into braids with ribbons tied at the end.

She made you smile from under your mask, as the beginning of the mayor's speech slipped past your ears. You moved your gaze from her, your eyes looked over the people and that's when you saw them. Your family in the very back.

Dick looked silly. The entirety of his outfit was just Spider merchandise and you were sure he seemed like an obnoxious fan to the rest of the crowd. Jason stood away from him, probably upset that he had to stand so close to Dick when he looked like that. He blended in more with the crowd, he wore simple attire that any normal person would wear in public. Not that he was normal, he just didn't like to stand out in such a way.

Your father wore a suit. A very pristine suit, as usual, no one except reporters ever wore something so proper to an event like this.

Steph had the biggest smile ever on her face, hair pulled back by a purple headband, dressed simply in a long skirt and a purple cardigan to cover it. Tim stood next to her, adorned in a sweater Bernard had given him and a pair of shorts. The both of them were on the opposite side of the crowd. Cass was not too far away.

She had never enjoyed crowds, or people in general. You wouldn't have noticed her if not for your enhanced senses. She leaned against Bruce's car, the entirety of her black attire blended in with the car's paint. Damian was beside her, arms crossed. The warm weather had him in a simple pair of brown cargo shirts, his green t-shirt blended nicely with them.

Damian probably didn't want to come. Not that he didn't love you or anything, no he often talked about how you were the most tolerable out of the rest of his family, he just never saw the point in coming to something he could very easily watch on TV. You were going to make sure to thank him later.

You returned your attention back to the mayor. As she was nearing the end of her speech she turned to you. "—And I'd like to thank each and every one of you for coming here today. The Spider has done so much for our city this last year, and it seemed rude to not provide our hero a proper thank you."

Her hand reached toward you once again, but before she could grasp your hand an intense feeling of danger hit you. Your head snapped up, turning over and noticing a man—one of Visage's men it seemed from the apparel he wore—directing one of the special guns directly at the mayor. You shielded her quickly, pulling her away just as he pulled the trigger.

The crowd screamed at the sound, erupting in panic. You should've known this would have happened. Nothing is ever so easy.

"Are you okay?" You asked the mayor, and she nodded, mumbling a thank you. You once her over just to make sure before jumping back into the crowd. It was almost as if the man multiplied in your short time of making sure the mayor was okay.

"Can't you guys take days off or something?" You asked, annoyed when you webbed one of the weapons, yanking it out of his hands and sticking it up against the wall of a building. "Seriously, you guys are everywhere. I think you might need to bring this up with your boss."

One of them charged at you, which you swiftly moved out of the way but kept your foot in place, snickering when she tripped on the ground.

You jumped, legs pushing you high enough to land on the top of a street lamp. You'd yanked one of the men up with you, slamming his head into the light before webbing him to it, leaving him dangling when you jumped down.

"Do you ever shut up?" A woman shouted, irritated with you. She lunged at you, but hit the wall—hard enough as to where you could hear a loud groan.

"Only if you say please."

There was only one person left, he radiated irritation. It was easy to piss these people off. If it were a sport you'd have 1st place medals galore.

"And then there were two." You joked, watching as he pulled out a similar weapon to the first guys.

"Shut your fucking mouth!"

You scoffed, preparing yourself to attack him before you answered. "Do you people have no manners?"

It was a swift motion, webbing the weapon so he couldn't fire. He tried to rip off the webs before you got him in the face. His sounds of confusion were muffled, and you took this time to kick the legs out from under him, sticking his hand together

Within minutes, you'd gotten all of them tied up. It was a swift battle—if you could even consider it one—and now you made your way back to the Mayor.

With a quick once over, you knew she was okay. Shaken up, but overall physically okay. You still asked to be sure. "Are you okay?"

She looked at you, offering a smile. "Yes, I'm okay thanks to you. Thank you again, Spider. For everything. I don't know where Brooklyn would be without you."

You couldn’t think of a response. Talking to people was hard, but talking to the Mayor was harder. Especially when she said something like that. “It’s no problem.” You said, though you questioned if it sounded awkward.

After assisting to make sure everyone was okay. You felt a small tug at the stretchy fabric of your suit. Your head drifting in the direction of the source, your heart warmed. It was the little girl from before. “Spider!”

You grinned underneath your mask, crouching down to see eye-to-eye with her, taking notice of the adorable crochet beanie in her head. “Hello. I really like your hat!”

She giggled, the brightest smile you’ve ever seen crossing her features. “It has you on it!”

"It does! Did someone make it for you?"

Her waves bounced around her head when she nodded, grabbing ahold of her father's hand and shaking it around. "My daddy made it for me! Isn't that right, daddy?"

He gave a proud grin, though it wasn't as bright as it would be if he didn't look so exhausted. "Yeah, that's right, sweetheart. I did make it."

"You should convince him to make me one," You joked, looking up at her father. "It's an awesome hat. I'm honored to have such a hat with me on it."

"She wouldn't stop pestering me until I finished," He replied, shaking his head with a chuckle. "She asked me everyday if her hat was done. She loves you."

You warmed and looked back at the child. "And her love will always be appreciated."

After a rather hard goodbye, he led her back towards their small car. It took a few hours, but eventually you were able to make your way back home for a quick meal. You had some spare time before you decided you were going to force yourself back out into the city, hoping to finally give yourself a chance to relax.

Though it seemed your plans had been foiled, the smell of Mac & Cheese filled your apartment, and the slight chatter of familiar voices bouncing off of the fake wooden walls.

"Alfred?" Your eyebrows rose when you saw the man that was basically your second father standing in front of your stove, a pot in front of him as he stirred a wooden spoon through the creamy noodles. "You're making Mac & Cheese?"

Alfred never enjoyed making Mac & Cheese like this, far more into homemade foods rather than the cheap store-bought boxes. He enjoyed putting care into his cooking, and boxed Mac & Cheese took that away. In his eyes, at least.

You set your stuff down, listening to Alfreds words even though he didn't look at you. "I would have made something else, but it seems this was all you had in your cupboard, L/n."

"Fair." You shrugged before you heard someone clearing his throat.

"No hello to your father?"

You looked at him and smiled. "Hello Father."

Jason snickered, as he crossed his arms over his chest. "You sound like Damian." His feet on your table made you send him a light glare.

"Better him than you, Jay. And get your nasty ass feet off my table." You shoved his feet off of the fake wood, as you ignored the glare he sent you when you walked by, and ruffled Damian's hair. "How's the favorite brother?"

He huffed in annoyance and shoved your hand away, an incoherent grumble being your only response.

"Y/n!" Steph interrupted, a blur of purple passing your vision as he gave you a swift hug, arms wrapping tightly around you. "We missed you!"

"I missed you guys too." You grinned, brushing a few strands of blonde hair that fell out of her headband behind her ear after she pulled away. "Where's Cass and Dick?"

As if on queue, Dick walked through the door, his hand in the air as he answered. "We're here!" He had a flare for the dramatics, his high-school yearbooks and his years of theater could prove it.

Cass' entrance was far more tame, as she carefully walked through as to not drop the big yellow box in her hands,closing the door with her foot. "We brought cake."

"Cake?" You weren't expecting cake, and especially not store bought cake. Alfred would be quivering in his boots if he didn't have to hide his irritation.

"You didn't tell us about the Mayor." Damian interrupted, his arms crossed. Irritation was written all over his face—which seemed to mask his slight pain about the topic—and you were hit with a sudden pang of guilt.

"Sorry, Dami." You began, as you gave an apologetic smile. You looked at all of them, trying to explain yourself. "You guys are all so busy, I didn't wanna pull you away from your work."

The explanation seemed silly now that you said it out loud. It was a stupid reason, your family cared about you a lot and it probably seemed like a kick in the face. You continued, words spilling out of your mouth in an anxiety consumed guilt.

"It's not that I thought you guys wouldn't care or anything I just— I don't know, I didn't wanna pull you guys away from something more important."

"No work could ever come above you," Bruce spoke quickly, taking your hand within his. He squeezed it, as if it were to make his words stronger with meaning.

And in a way it did, it reminded you that your family may be busy, but you all would always put each other first.

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sorry this was all over the place!! constructive criticism is always welcome!! please consider reblogging if you did enjoy it!!

#batman x you #batman x y/n #batman x reader #batfam x reader #batfam x you #batfam x y/n #batfam imagine #batman imagine #dick grayson x reader #jason todd x reader #stephanie brown x reader #cassandra cain x reader #damian wayne x reader #tim drake x reader #batfam fanfic

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learners-observations · 19 days ago

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WC x DC fanfic - in search of co-author

Now you see English version of that post, but Russian one is below, if that language is easier for you.

Hey. I'm writing crossover fanfic between TV show "White Collar" and Batman universe. If you've been in either of these fandoms for a while, you might have seen the tag "Neal Caffrey and Dick Grayson are the Same Person" or something similar on AO3 or on Tumblr.

Story: Neal Caffery is Dick Grayson, who ran away from Gotham and his life about a year after Jason's death because of heavy guilt and Bruce's inability to grieve in a healthy way. Officially Dick Grayson and Nightwing are declared dead, and our main character starts a new life under the name Neal Caffery.

As we know, Jason came back after a couple of years to Gotham. And after some time he finds out about Neal. This work is focused on the relationship between two brothers, Jason and Neal (Dick) who are trying to reconcile and restore their trust in each other.

I'm planning the plot and characters, but I need a co-author or a person, who could help me with some of the scenes. It's easy for me to write relationships between characters and their psychology, but I want to add more investigation elements, like in original show. If you can help me with this or just have some ideas, that could be interesting - feel free to message me, I will be glad to talk. Right now I'm starting to write it in Russian, but I'm planning to translate it to English too. English is my third language, so I'm not so fluent in it as I would like to.

Russian version:

Хей. Я пишу фанфик-кроссовер между сериалом "Белые Воротнички" (White Collar, 2009) и вселенной Бэтмена. Если вы читали работы по одному фандому на сайте AO3, вы скорее всего натыкались на второй, потому что идея, что кто-то из бэт-семьи выбрал личность Нила как своё прикрытие для секретной миссии, набрала популярность. "Neal Caffrey and Dick Grayson are the Same Person" и подобные теги.

Я вдохновилась идеей и сейчас накидываю сюжет для фанфика, но мне нужен соавтор, потому что у меня самой немного опыта в писательстве. Изначально работа пишется на русском, но потом планируется перевод и на ��нглийский.

Завязка: Нил Кэффри - это Дик Грейсон, который сбежал из Готэма где-то через год после смерти Джейсона, не выдержав тяжести утраты и того, как Брюс прятался от боли за маской Бэтмена. В Готэме Дик Грейсон и Найтвинг объявляются погибшими, а наш главный герой строит новую жизнь под именем Нила Кэффри.

Как известно, смерть Джейсона не осталась постоянной, и спустя время он вернулся в Готэм. А потом он узнал о Ниле. Работа сосредоточена на отношениях между двумя братьями, Нилом (Диком) и Джейсоном, на том, как они восстанавливают связь и учатся по новой доверять друг другу.

Мне легче придумывать сцены и мелкие детали, связанные с отношениями между персонажами и их психологией, но я не хочу сосредотачивать работу только на этом. Я хочу, чтобы история была больше в стиле оригинального сериала с расследованиями. Поэтому ищу соавтора или человека, который может добавить сцен в работу и описывать процесс расследований. Даже если у вас есть просто пара идей - всё равно маякните, я буду благодарна.

#white collar #neal caffrey #peter burke #ao3 #ao3 fanfic #batman #dick grayson #jason todd #bruce wayne #dc #fanfiction #fandom #batfam #writing

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lovesick-joey · 1 year ago

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Carrd // StrawPage

Hi! It's Lovesick Joey, also known as Hobblestep. Welcome to my blog! You can call me Joey, Jojo, or Hobble. I'm an amateur artist from Indonesia who focuses on digital art. I'm neurodivergent and queer. I use both he/him and she/her pronouns.

I have a lot of interests but the things I'm most obsessed with are DComics (specifically Batman) and Warrior Cats—but you will mostly find more DC stuff here including in my art!

TAG NAVIGATION

#lovesickjoeyasks — for answering asks

#lovesickjoeyart — for my art

#lovesickjoeydcwarriors — for my dc/warrior cats crossover. I no longer do this on this blog however

#lovesickjoeytypes — text posts

OC tags #oc: sneakers the crusader cat

#oc: g*lden c*ndor

#oc: chauncey the green lantern cat

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@lovesick-wc ◽ warrior cats-centric

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Q&A

What art programs do you use? I use autodesk sketchbook for everything! on rare occasions I use adobe photoshop for touch-ups.

Can I use your art for profile pics, banners, edits, etc? yes!! that would actually make me very happy. just make sure to credit of course.

Are you currently commissioning? commissions is something I have been thinking about, however I probably won't start doing commissions any time soon because of my communication issues and my constant anxiousness. I do partake in art trades and art requests- you can find out more about that on my carrd.

I feel like this introduction is very short, Idk how to do one. anyway, I hope you'll enjoy what I do.

#intro post #blog intro #introduction #introduction post #dc comics #dc #batman #artists on tumblr #digital art #pinned intro #introductory post #dc oc #dc fanart #dc artist

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factual-flittermouse · 11 months ago

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I’ve seen a lot of WC x DC crossovers featuring various bats undercover as Neal Caffrey and, while DG makes an excellent Neal, I think an opportunity is being missed… specially, that Tim Drake is canonically an internationally wanted art thief due to his time searching for Bruce. Additionally, he has the background both in suits and in taking on a variety of undercover roles (like Caroline Hill and Alvin Draper) AND has a bit of a rivalry with Ra’s (which fits with the common ‘LOA spies in the FBI’ motive for going undercover). He has the skills (except painting), the style, and the history to pull it off. I’m not saying DG doesn’t make a good Caffrey, I’m just saying that I think the choice from the options is a bit humorous

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rainbow-universe · 3 months ago

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Gothamites Are Just Built Different

You know Gotham is a weird place, but sometimes your weirdness isn't just because you're from Gotham, but because your family moonlights as Bat and Bird themed vigilantes and runs over the Gotham rooftops at night. Not that you're going to tell your team that. Criminal Minds x DC Crossover Week Day 4 - Thursday, February 6th Throwback Thursday* || Time/Dimension Travel || Double Cross(over)** || "The only difference between insanity and genius is success.” *Choose a prompt from a previous year that you wish made the cut! **This can be taken as a literal Double Cross = Betrayal prompt, or as an excuse to throw in a third universe! my Throwback Thursday prompt is: Gothamite!BAU Agent part of @criminalmindsxdc 's CM x DC crossover week!!

cross-posted on ao3

wc: 2.5k

“What if … could we not go in the second floor?” Your statement was met with weird looks.

“The second floor? How are we gonna get up there? Climb?” Emily scoffed.

“… Yes?”

You and your BAU teammates were currently huddled behind your SUVs in the near dark, watching a two storey house on the outskirts of the city's residential district, where you had tracked down your unsubs. Currently, you were debating the best mode of entry and, clearly, you were accustomed to Gotham procedure more than the BAU's typical course of action.

“You’re going to climb up to the second storey to get in?”

“Is that … that’s not … something you do, right?” You ... might have still been getting used to the way the BAU did things, being their newest agent of only a couple months now. Things were … different than in Gotham, that was for sure. Which you knew, of course, but sometimes you felt Gotham had better, more efficient, way of doing things, being so wild and weird. It really trained you to think in all sorts of directions. You were still learning to reconcile you BAU training with ... Gotham training.

“No, definitely not normal here, but I’m not against it,” Derek said.

“How would you get up there?” Hotch asked, and you appreciated how serious he was.

“Um, you, you climb the sides, the walls. Go through the, uh, windows.” You glanced at everyone’s faces, skepticism but pensiveness and consideration showing.

“How normal is that for you?” JJ asked.

“Uhhh…” Considering your friends and family ran over rooftops during the night and you’d learned most of your skills from them... “Yes?”

“You can get up to the second floor easily? Quietly?” Hotch asked.

You nodded. “Yes. I mean, depends on whether my shoes are on or not (it’s easier without obviously) but yes, I can, and I’m fully aware of my skills, of what I can and cannot do in this. Climbing that house is something I can.” Your eyes flicked between your coworkers, trying to judge their reactions, most of all Hotch’s.

“And you can get in easily without being detected to scout it out silently?” Hotch’s steady gaze on you.

“Yes.”

He nodded. “Ok.”

Was that a … “Permission to scout out the house to determine inhabitants and best place to enter, sir?”

Emily and JJ’s lips twitched at your question, but Hotch just nodded.

They didn’t mention anything about shoes, though, you thought, because toes gave you extra grip but then you were liable to any ground protrusions and more vulnerable to foot injuries. You kept them on.

You left your team and let the shadows envelop you. You could almost imagine they were Gotham shadows curling around you as you crept along to the side of the house and around back, taking note of the pros and cons of each possible entrance (and exit).

It was seemingly completely dark in the house, but your team suspected a team of unsubs holding three little kids hostage. That’s what you needed to assess by getting in there. You had reasonable suspicion the kidnapped children were being held inside, but you didn’t want to go in too loudly and risk them getting hurt.

Having decided upon the best entrance, you reached up and started climbing up to the second storey steadily. Using the ridges, windows, gutters and drainage pipes to help you up. Once up, the trick was getting inside, and you hoped your initial bet that this window didn’t latch properly was right. Balancing precariously, you used one hand to pull at the window, then retracted it to grab the hidden knife at your waist and slipped it between the frame and the sill. It took a few agonizingly long minutes (mostly because you were impatient to search inside), but you managed to get it open almost silently.

You leaned down to look inside. No one in sight. You slipped through the window with less grace than you’d hoped for but still quietly enough. Time to find those kids.

“How long has it been?” Emily whispered.

“11 minutes and 48 seconds,” came Spencer’s hushed reply.

“How long do you think it’ll take them?” Derek asked, getting antsy.

“Morgan-“

“As long as it takes me to get in, take a look around, get out and sneak up on you.” You smiled to yourself when everyone but Hotch flinched at you popping up behind them.

“So, who’s inside?” JJ asked.

“Three kids, all seemed distressed, likely all kidnapped, all in separate rooms on the upper level, 2 adults, partners, I’m thinking there’s a power imbalance, things are getting tense and one young adult, possibly related, possibly some sort of Stokholm syndrome thing going on there, I dunno, seems to follow the two adults, but it’s tense.

“One unsub has a handgun in his pants and a knife on his ankle, the other has two guns, holding one, the other in his belt, also has a knife on his belt. The younger one has a knife, on his belt but uses it as a fidget.

“Two of the kids I think could be snuck out quietly, the third I’m worried is too … tense, uncomfortable, would probably scream at anyone right now.”

Your analysis was met with nods.

“And recommended method of entrance?” Hotch asked.

You blinked, shocked he’d even ask you, even though you had just been in the house to observe the occupants. “As much as I’d like to try and get the kids out quietly first, there’s too much risk that one of the unsubs walks in while we’re getting them out or before we get them all out, so I think you should take one group through the front door, one through the back maybe to cover the exits, quietly, and take down the unsubs as quick and quietly as possible, without alerting the others.

“I can still get the kids out through the second floor, but it’d take me two trips at least,” you proposed, “and only if they come willingly, it’s way too dangerous to try and wrangle a child and get them out a window with another child in tow.”

Hotch nodded, thinking hard. “Ok. JJ will go with you to take care of the kids you bring down. Morgan, Prentiss, you’ll take the back door, Reid, Dave, you’re with me, we’ll go through the front.”

“You’re ok to unlock the doors quietly?” you asked, skeptical of their abilities to move in quietly sometimes. (You knew they could break down doors and charm their way into places, but lock-picking? You hadn't experienced that with them yet.)

“Yes,” Spencer answered.

Emily raised her hand. “Rebellious teenage years.”

“Good.” At least they’d be good to get inside. “The unsubs were spending most of their time upstairs, in the room to the right of the stairs, the room after that has the very tense kid, across the hall another kid and end of the hall left side, the third kid. Sometimes they wander, sometimes they check on the kids, sometimes they go downstairs, so, just be aware,” you added, worried for your team.

“Of course, hot shot.” Derek patted you on the shoulder.

“We go in in two minutes. Head out,” Hotch said.

JJ touched your wrist, and you led her down one side of the house, through the shadows, Emily and Derek taking the other.

You stopped behind a small shed beside the house and looked at JJ. She nodded, understanding your silent words of stay here, I’ll bring the kids to you here.

You slipped away and across the small pathway to the house, quickly assessing the different ways up before starting to climb. This time you went for a different window and opened it similarly to the previous one. You held up a finger to your mouth when the child inside saw you and their eyes widened. When you slipped inside you whispered, “I’m here to get you out, ok? I’m with the FBI; your parents sent us. Can you keep quiet while we get you out?”

They nodded.

“Ok, c’mere, you’re gonna have to be brave now, hold on tightly to me and close your eyes, I’m gonna get you out,” you whispered as you guided them to hold onto your neck and wrap their legs around you.

There was a thud downstairs and a few moments later a call of, “Jonah?”

You cursed internally and changed your plan, instead of climbing down, you climbed across to the next window and finagled it open carefully, very conscient of the child holding tightly to your chest.

You climbed in and again motioned for the child to be silent. “I’m with the FBI, I’m here to get you out, can you keep quiet for me? Ok, let’s get you up here.” You guided them to climb on your back piggyback style.

“Hold on tightly, both of you, and keep your eyes closed, ok? Stay strong, ok? Don’t let go but try not to choke me,” you said in what you hope was a calming tone as louder sounds drifted up from the downstairs.

They both whispered their “ok”’s into your skin and you slowly but surely climbed down where JJ was waiting for you, lifting the kids off you one by one and introducing herself quietly. She led them back to the shed, talking calmly and you head back up to the hallway window, the first one you entered.

You stepped through just as one of the adult unsubs charged up the stairs. He spotted you immediately at the end of the hall and raised his gun. “Hey!”

You flung yourself back out the window as bullets hit the wall.

“Put the gun down!” You heard Derek’s voice call, pouring relief down your spine as you cling to the wall precariously. You snuck a glance back inside to see the unsub’s back to you, his attention on Derek who’s in the stairwell. You ignored what they’re saying as an idea came to you and more shots rang out.

“You put your gun down or I’ll kill her!” the unsub yelled, using his leverage.

Hotch, Prentiss and Reid were behind Derek, Dave with the teenager in the SUV and you and JJ getting the kids out. At least he hoped so.

“I can’t get a good shot,” Derek muttered, “and he’s right, we can’t put the kids at risk until we know they’re out.”

“If he doesn’t have extra magazines, he should only have two bullets left,” Reid whispered. Of course he was counting shots.

“That’s great, Reid, but I need to have him waste those shots and not use them on the kids.”

“Hey!” the unsubs voice was muffled. “What the hell did you do with my kid? Where’d you take her?” He sounded furious.

Derek risked a glance around the corner, but the unsub was gone. There, an open door. Derek motioned for his team, and they followed carefully, guns raised. They surrounded the doorway.

“Hands up!” Derek called.

The unsub spun around. His eyes darted wildly, searching for a way out.

“Just put the gun down and your hands behind your head, man, no need for this to turn dirty,” he called again, knowing that his team was all holding their breath, waiting to see if they’d have to shoot.

Then Derek saw you (re?)appeared in the window frame and crept in silently and fluidly behind the unsub.

“Just put the gun down and you can walk outta here, just drop it,” he repeated.

They all saw the moment when the unsub’s eyes harden, and they knew he’d decided to go down shooting. It’s the same moment you moved, struck like a viper more like, grabbing his wrist and twisting with one hand, wrapping your other around his neck. You disarmed him in one swift moment and immobilized him in the next with some sort of snake grip, pulling him down to the floor with you. Before the unsub even knew what was coming, before he even knew you were there.

He struggled in your grip, but you held him securely. You looked up at the team. “Cuffs?”

“Damn, hot shot, you really like crawling up buildings, don’t you? Might have to start calling you ‘Spidey’ or something,” Derek chuckled as he walked over to help you out and cuff the unsub.

Emily helped him lift the struggling unsub so you could stand up, ignoring the insults and swears spewing from the unsubs mouth. Sometimes Derek wished they could be muzzled, so no one would have to hear the hate they spouted.

“The kids?” Hotch asked you quietly, as Derek and Emily led the unsub from the room.

“All alive and safe with JJ,” Derek heard before he was out of earshot, and he felt incredibly proud of you for getting those kids out safely.

“I am going to rejoin JJ and the kids,” you said as you headed back to the window.

��The house is clear now,” Spencer pointed out.

“Ah, but there is a delay on the stairs, this is faster,” you said, winking at him before you swung yourself out of the window once again.

You rejoined JJ and the kids at the vehicles with Rossi, just before Derek and Emily made it down with the perpetually struggling unsub. Hotch and Reid followed behind and join you by the SUVs.

“Reid, head to the precinct with Morgan and Prentiss, Rossi and I will wait here for crime scene. Book the unsubs and get the children to their parents,” Hotch ordered.

You helped JJ get the kids into one of the SUVs and drive them to the station.

There were many happy and relieved tears shed when the kids were reunited with their families. And once you got everything in order, you left the rest of the case in the hands of the local PD, ready to get on the jet and head home.

“So, where’d you learn to climb buildings?” Emily asked.

“And how to break in through windows,” JJ added.

You popped open an eye from where you’d been trying to get some rest. “Where’d you learn to pick locks?”

“Ooooooh! Touché,” Derek laughed.

You shifted, sitting up and rubbing your eyes. “Technically,” you started, “there was no breaking, only entering.”

“What, does the Gotham FBI office often require second storey entries?” Derek joked.

“There are plenty of apartments and high rises, and yes, surprisingly or not, I have used it at work before at my old posting in Gotham, but uh, it’s more of a … make sure you can get back into your apartment if you get locked out thing? Among other things, of course.”

“Among other things,” Emily laughed.

“That does not sound as reassuring as you think it does,” JJ joked.

“Do you get locked out of your apartment that often?” Rossi joked.

“Gothamites are built different, I swear.” Derek shook his head, disbelieving.

“You got that right.” You grinned.

“So, what kind of other things,” Spencer asked.

“Oh, ya know-“ you shrugged “-family bonding.”

“What?”

“Family bonding?”

“You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“What kind of family do you have?”

You just laughed.

end scene: “They let you climb through the window?” “You wouldn’t believe how good of an excuse and explanation ‘I’m from Gotham' is.” “Oh, I believe it, but how do they?” “Dick, you really want me to tell them most of my weird knowledge is from my weird family that cosplays as furries at night to fight crime and has no respect for privacy or boundaries?” “Hmmm, maybe not. They might not let you back inside.” “Yah, that’s what I thought. Besides it’s not like I didn’t ever climb up a building for my actual work. I just may have implied it was more often than in reality.” “Sneaky bat, you.” You snorted.

~~~ thank you for reading!! feel free to rb and leave nice comments <3

#cmxdc2025 #gender neutral reader #criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds fic #dc fanfic #criminal minds x dc #my writing #writings by oak #batfam!bau!reader #the bau team #criminal minds x dc crossover

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spiritsglade · 1 month ago

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12, 13, 15 for ask game

[questions for fic writers]

12. Are there any tropes you used to dislike but have grown on you?

can i say jayroy. a lot of my early exposure to jason todd meta was anti-rhato and thus anti-jayroy by extension. i don't think i ever quite found myself agreeing with those posts necessarily but it did put me off the ship for like a week or something. anyway i like jayroy and i think they should kiss.

crossover fic also!! which is a little silly because i got into the fandom through crossover fic. only to immediately start filtering them out. still don't see the hype around mlb & dp, (perhaps my fault for not testing them out lol,) but marvel crossovers where jason gets involved with the avengers and/or hydra? wc x dc crossovers where one of the batkids is neal caffrey have managed to be consistently fun. i'm reading a criminal minds crossover right now that has me obsessed. do i know anything about criminal minds? no.

13. Are there any tropes you used to like but don’t anymore?

oh i have fallen out of love with so many fanon tropes. it is devastating it is a tragedy. truly where do i start.

alfred as jason's favorite. particularly as the one whose requests finally gets him to cave to the batfam's whims. tbh i don't think i ever liked this lol he always made the resolution way too easy. what if i want them to fight more!!

the replacement nickname

the enemy to caretaker with jason & tim. i think this particularly gets to me because their age gap often gets pushed to like... 5 years instead of the canonical 2.

any combination of 'i needed to be robin because bruce was borderline suicidal', 'dick killed the joker for you', 'bruce tried to kill the joker but superman stopped him' being used to get jason back into the family

joker & jason parallels. particularly when we're associating what joker is to jason with what jason is to tim

replacement

actually i'm tired of alfred in general being the polite stern grandfatherly figure who is always there to gently but firmly guide the batfam into resting. this man raised bruce. look at what bruce becomes. write him fucked up. do it.

breaking into jason's safehouses in the name of family bonding. incredible violation of privacy let's please treat it as such thank you.

cass mediating arguments and/or providing free therapy. she would not do that.

any paralleling between the batarang scar and the fictitious scar on tim's throat from jason

the fucking replacement nickname. i am blowing it up.

these are only things that i specifically enjoyed at one point and do not anymore btw. so fanon things that i still do tolerate to some level (pit mad jason) or fanon things that i never liked (tim being so mcsmartypants he figures out jason's identity in 0.2 seconds) are not on this list.

15. What’s your favorite AU that you’ve written?

the only aus i ever really write are canon divergence. genuinely massive amounts of respect to people who are able to write their favs into zombie apocalypses or space westerns or civilian coffee shops. i cannot.

favorite au is the blended dishonored-inspired wings of fire oc-verse that people need to be hm. about five friendship levels deep to start unlocking. just know i am dreaming about how many homoerotic fights these dragons are having.

favorite au that people can actually see and read about would be lies of omission's au-verse, easily. i built that thing to appeal to me specifically. it has essence. it has complicated batfam dynamics that they somehow make work (although they admittedly are not working very well at the moment). it has jason who cannot fucking stay dead. good for him.

#revek asks #anti batfanon #<- oh this is actually a tag. huh #sorry batfanon

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varpusvaras · 5 months ago

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Have you read While You Were Missing by basil_coffee_and on ao3? It’s wc x dc but I feel like you would enjoy the Jade and Jason dynamic

Oh, I have not! I've been kinda ignoring all the crossovers bc I have no idea what the show even is, but ehh time to do a wikiread on it because yes I would like some Jason and Jade dynamic

#thanks for the rec!

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fictionfixations · 2 years ago

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DP x WC fics are underrated (imo)

I don't know about you, but I feel like we're severely lacking in Danny Phantom x White Collar stuff. I mean, I haven't seen either myself but I've read an abundance of fics to where I get the general idea. And I've already devoured all the DP x WC fics out there and they're cool, and we're missing out. Like. There is the existence of a Danny Brooks being one of Neal's aliases. Well it's more his name in WITSEC (in which I think the explanation was that they gave you new identities to protect you. because its.. well, witness protection) Which could so easily become his real name, or the potential that Neal was put for, well, adoption (it could've also just been foster care, dont ask why, but his mom died and while the fentons weren't immediately up for adopting, jazz was stubborn and adored him. or maybe he just ran away and jazz found him and convinced the fentons to take him in? there is a variety of backstories that could happen, and it could even just be that neal does not exist and its just a cover name, for whatever reason. whether hiding from the GiWs or not, who knows. and that logically Danny values freedom so he'd never let himself get caught, unless he did, and technically can travel with like the ring thing as, oOooO, ghoST KiNG. idfk. ) regardless. honestly this just started because i found this cool fic where neals a danny clone (in which i really kind of just want them, like the agents to notice the weird behavior, being super sus, fucking vlad, yknow, brr. but itd probably be shit for me to write it cause i am not a danny phantom watcher ahaha? i was sucked into the world of DP x DC against my will and then found i actually enjoyed it, which is the case for most new fandoms i discover...?) although i understand its kind of just.. weird to bring in this superpower thing into universes, but i mean i adore crossovers. ..unless its like a huge amount in which 'how the fuck am i meant to read that' so im just talking about like.. just two fandoms. not counting like the other fandom tags like.. cause theres multiple tags for the different book series for pjo. like.. PJO, HoO, TOA, despite the fact that they're in the same universe. That'd technically count as the same fandom, also considering theres usually a tag thats like 'PJO - all media types' anyway. um. yeah. have a fun day.

#thoughts #writing ideas #fanfiction #au #fanfic #ao3fic #danny phantom #danny phantom spoilers #kinda #danny phantom fanfiction #white collar #white collar au #white collar fanfic #iTS JUSt COol oKAy

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ominoose · 2 years ago

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Honoured to have been tagged by @my-secret-shame, legendary paw patrol stan.

How many works do you have on AO3? Three. All abandonded, two are Naruto and ones DC. Darker times...

2. What's your total AO3 words count? 7,541. I haven't posted there in years.

3. What fandoms do you write for? Oscar Isaac almost exclusively. In my head I also write for... is cryptids a fandom? I write the best horror novels in my head, putting HP Lovecraft to shame. One day someone will give me an Oscar character with a horror prompt and it will be the best day ever.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos? Since I don't even have five fics on AO3, I'll do tumblr instead. Also just gonna stick to Oscar stuff, the only other posts are slasher ones.

Pumpkin Porno In My VeinsTo Be Involved Blue Jones The Makeup Artist Oscar Characters Dating a Witchy Reader

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? I response to almost all of them! There's some where I don't know what to say so... I kinda don't. But I do try my hardest, I appreciate when people take time to say a kind word to me and like to return that.

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Uh... I don't know that I've ever written one. I do absolutely love angst and I feel I could write it decently well, but to end with angst? I simply cannot. Maybe Caladan Attacks, since its basically on the line of non-con with no hope of escape?

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? The Moon Knight system playing minecraft with you post is just silly, self indulgent fluff that was so funny to write. So thats a very happy one.

8. Do you get hate on fics? I have never, which I'm happy to keep like that.

9. Do you write smut. If so what kind? I've written about maybe six smut ever, it's all here and it's... the Oscar Isaac character kind. Or it's always got plot even when I don't mean for it too. I'll get 1k wc in and go "Why the fuck have I not even gotten to the smut yet?".

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written? I wrote the Steven Grant Travelling the Oscar Verse thingy, where Steven accidentally teleports to Poe Dameron, Leto Atreides and Basil Stitt. Was crazy because I didn't make Steven and Leto bang.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? No. Unless they stole it really well and I don't know.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? Once with an MHA x reader thing back in the day. It also got put on youtube! Highest achievement.

13. Have you ever cowritten a fic before? Nope, no clue how it works and too nervous to accept an offer.

14. What's your all-time favourite ship? Oh no idea, it always depends on what I'm into. Currently in the Oscar fandom I have a bunch of random ships in my head I imagine for god knows what reason.

Steven/Jake Steven/Cecil William/Jake Blue/Jake Me/Jake

15. What's a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will? There's a MK system x reader breeding request I've stared at so many times yet cannot muster the strength to finish. Idk why. I just cannot. Won't delete it though.

16. What are your writing strengths? When I'm in the zone I can crack out four fics in a day. I feel I can put a decent amount of character depth.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? I burn out so, so easily when writing. Maybe I need more practice, but it burns out my want to write and my love for the thing I'm into.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic? I only know English and Scots, but there's nothing to write Scots for and people are rude about it.

19. First fandom you wrote for? Naruto, back in the dark ages.

20. Favourite fic you've ever written? A Fake Taxi because the concept is so fun, I was encouraged by a friend and it's my first ever smut so that's a milestone!

Thanks again for the tag <3 My no pressure tags are: @winniethewife @minispidey @lunaesidus

#fen you tagged everyone i know #im too introverted for this who else am i left to tag 😭#jk ily #tag game

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