#wc x dc crossover

[teddy-tastic-the-toon]

Ayooo- Warrior Cats AU??

Ellie- former rouge/warrior of RageClan (based on pilot team name ig??)

Gabby- Kittypet.

[akii-doinstuff]

SOME ONE PLSSS HELP ME FIND A FIC ABOUT JASON TODD HE Was under cover as neal caffery from white collar and idk some misunderstanding happend and his coworkers came to the conclusion that he was trans (he is not, atleast not in this fic) AND IT WAS SO FUNNYYY PLSSSS HELP

Actually maybe it was just a prompt i read on here BUT I CANT FIND IT HERE EITHER PLSSS oh and i think?? I remember something about tampons idk if thats weird but it was part of the plot

[http-velvett]

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 😮‍💨

[augustinapril]

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!!

[factual-flittermouse]

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

[rainbow-universe]

my shadow (it follows behind) :

love me more (i killed someone for you)

part 1/3

Gotham has lost the Joker. GCPD doesn’t know how he escaped from Arkham Asylum or when. Your team is called in to find him, and figure out what he might be up to, or even if he’s still alive. Criminal Minds x DC Crossover Week Day 7 - Sunday, February 9th Backstory Reveal || Undercover Justice League || Profiling a Rogue/Bat || "Life is a hell of a thing to happen to a person." part of @criminalmindsxdc 's CM x DC crossover week!!

TWs: background character death, mentioned torture and body disposal, guns mentioned but not used

title from an Alec Benjamin song

cross-posted on ao3

wc: 8k+

”You will be forgotten. No one will miss you or mourn you.”

“It’s all over the news have you heard?”

“It’s bad news.”

“Gotham is such a weird place, I’m glad I don’t live there.”

“It’s kind of scary.”

The building was abuzz with whispers as you walked in.

“What’s going on?” you asked upon joining where Derek, JJ and Penelope were huddled around Spencer’s desk.

“Oh my lovely Gothamite! I’m surprised you didn’t hear before us! It’s your hometown! They’re saying the Joker broke out of Arkham again!” Penelope said worriedly.

No, that’s not- Why had no one called you, texted you? You resisted the urge to glance at your phone which you knew was blank of any new notifications.

Derek put his arm around her.

“Time to have some fun.”

“Don’t worry, baby girl, I’ll protect you. And Gotham is over 150 miles away,” Derek comforted her.

“That’s-” you stopped yourself. “He’s out? He’s gone? Has he done anything yet?”

“Gotham news says they looked in his cell early this morning and he wasn’t there, they have no leads on when or how he escaped, or if he had help,” JJ said.

“There’ve been no sightings yet, but the Gotham PD announced they’ve been gearing up for an attack, just in case,” Spencer added.

“They say the Bats have gone to talk to some of the Rogues to see if anybody knows anything. They said they were trying to talk to his girlfriend Harl-”

“Ex,” you interrupted Penelope. “Ex-girlfriend. Harley Quinn. Aka Dr Harleen Quinzel, former psychiatrist. The Joker was one of her patients. Anyways.”

“Yah.”

“You don’t believe Batman is actually real, do you? C’mon, that’s just an urban legend,” Derek said, no way was he real. Derek would need to see him with his own two eyes to believe in the local Gotham Cryptid.

“Considering the Joker considered him his archnemesis and Gotham PD has a ‘Batsignal’, I’d say that one hell of a strong delusion that keeps dragging the Joker back to Arkham if he doesn’t exist,” you said dryly.

“But, c’mon, a man who dresses up as a bat every night? Nuh uh.”

“Don’t forget the rest of the birds and bats!” chirped Penelope.

“The who now?” JJ asked.

“The Gotham Birds and Bats! There’s more than just Batman,” Penelope gushed. Derek loved when she got passionate about things. “There’s Robin too! And others like Nightwing and Spoiler and Batgirl, although she’s not active anymore, and my personal favourite, another hacker extraordinaire, the Oracle!”

“You sure know your Bats and Birds,” you smiled at Penelope.

“Not even Batman can save you now.”

“It’s a hobby of mine, scouring all the message boards and conspiracy theories and fan sites about them, like whether Batman is a vampire or who would be better suited to be Batman: Mark Zuckerberg, Oliver Queen or Bruce Wayne. Definitely Oliver Queen, he had that buffed up makeover a couple years back and Bruce Wayne has way too many kids. And I will not even consider the blasphemous opinion of Zuckerberg, he doesn’t have the face for it. Besides, Brucie Wayne isn’t serious enough to be Batman.” Penelope had her opinions and they were right. She would not be convinced otherwise. But maybe she’d have to drag you into telling her more about the Gotham vigilantes. Certainly there were things you knew that the internet didn’t.

“Did you hear? The Joker’s out of Arkham, apparently that’s the big news today,” Emily said as she joined your group.

“It is troublesome, since the last few times he escaped he mass murdered dozens of people,” Spencer said.

“You’re from Gotham, what do you think of all this?” Emily asked and suddenly all eyes were on you.

“I want to hear you scream.”

You knew it would come eventually but that didn’t mean you were prepared for it, or for five sets of eyes on you at once.

“I think that the guy’s a serial killer and I hope no one else gets hurt because of him,” you said, before making your exit to your desk, which was not far enough away but thankfully they left it there for the moment.

“Uh oh, looks like we have a case.” You heard JJ mutter and followed her gaze up to where Hotch was signaling you with a curl of his fingers.

You followed everyone to the briefing room and sat down.

“Which hurts more? A? Or B?”

“As you may have heard, the Joker’s-“ Hotch was uncomfortable with the fact that he had no other name to call him “-cell at Arkham Asylum was found empty at 2:52 this morning. GCPD have been on the scene but haven’t been able to determine when on how he escaped. None of the local criminals have admitted to knowing possible whereabouts of … the missing criminal.

“We’ve been called in to help, to figure out how he escaped, if he had help and from whom, and profile his possible next moves. Wheels up in 30, we’re driving there and debrief more on the way. Garcia? I want you on the ground with us for this one,” Hotch said.

Penelope’s eyes widened. “Yes sir!” she squeaked.

“Bring the gas masks I gave you, you never know with Gotham,” you added as you followed your team out of the room.

“Wait up, agent,” Hotch called out to you.

“Don’t worry about your pretty little face, there won’t be much left of you after we’re done here.”

You turned to see Hotch looking at you and you took a few steps back towards him. “Yes, sir?”

“You’re familiar with Gotham.” It was a statement as much as it was a question.

“Yes, born and raised, or so I’m told,” you replied lightly, brow furrowed because Hotch knew this.

He nodded. “I want you taking lead on this one, at least for contact with the locals. You’d be familiar with them, correct?”

You nodded.

“Good. And you’re also familiar with …”

“The Bats, Birds and Rogues?” you asked dryly.

“Yes.”

You nodded again. “I am familiar with most of them, and yes, sir, Batman does exist, no matter what Morgan says, and before you say anything about tampered evidence and convictions, when half the justice system is corrupt, having an outside source helps. At least in Gotham specifically.”

Hotch looked considering when he replied, “Commissioner Gordon said that when he called, that Batman was the one to recommend bringing us in.”

You hoped you kept your face as blank as possible without being too suspicious. Bruce!! “Oh wow. That’s a … nice? Surprise?”

“We’ll see.” Hotch waved you on to grab your go bag.

“You will not survive this., You will die here. No one knows you’re here.”

Before arriving, Hotch assigned your vehicle (you, Penelope, JJ and Rossi) to head right to the precinct to meet with Gordon while he, Spencer, Derek and Emily went to Arkham.

You led your teammates inside, winding around desks to Gordon’s office to knock at his door.

It opened to Jim Gordon’s exhaustion lined face. You were struck by how haggard he looked.

“Jim,” you greeted.

“Come on in then.” He gestured the four of you into his office.

“These are agents Jennifer Jareau and David Rossi and our technical specialist Penelope Garcia.”

“JJ, please.”

“Dave is fine.”

“Nice to meet you, sir!”

They shook hands and then Jim sat down and rubbed a hand over his face.

“Thanks for coming out. I know we Gothamites have a reputation for handling our problems internally, but I’m worried we’re out of our depth for this one.”

“Perhaps we’ll start with something small. Something you won’t miss. Work up to the big stuff. Hmm? Let’s start with the fingers.”

“We’re here to help,” JJ said. She could see how exhausted he looked. This would be a difficult case for any city, but in Gotham? They'd already experienced how bad he could be, now they were just bracing for impact.

Jim nodded. “I honestly don’t know when he got out and it pains me to say that. I don’t know what we’re dealing with. Usually he escapes with a big bang and spree killings and a revenge plot against Batman. This time? Silence. It’s unsettling.”

“That’s where we can help, to profile him and see why he might have changed his pattern,” Rossi said.

“Scream as loud as you want, no one can hear you.”

Jim nodded. He stood and began leading you out of his office. “C’mon, this way. I had some officers clear a space for you.” He weaved through the desks to a small corner of the precinct. “I admit I was surprised when Batman was the one to suggest you but he’s usually infuriatingly right about these things so I hope you’re able to help us out here. I don’t want more bodies on my hands.”

“Batman, sir? He …?”

“Recommended I call in the BAU, yes. He and the other Bats are working overtime on this too. Last I heard Batman and Robin were trying to get in with Ivy to talk to Harley- that’s Dr Pamela Isley, Poison Ivy, she’s taken over one of the downtown parks where she lives with Harley Quinn, Dr Harleen Quinzel. They haven’t been seen yet.

“Red Robin and Spoiler were checking with Penguin, Oswald Cobblepot, a mafia boss and owner of the Iceberg Lounge, and Harvey Dent, Two-Face. Haven’t heard anything back yet about Dent but they said Cobblepot said nothing, but they don’t think he knows anything.

“Meanwhile, the Signal is patrolling and Orphan and Nightwing are on Red Hood watch, making sure heads don’t roll until we catch the bastard-” Jim cleared his throat, these were FBI professionals who were out of place in Gotham, but as much as he hated to admit it, Batman was probably right that they needed help this time, and it wouldn’t do him any good to go embarrassing the PD in front of them. “The uh, what do you folks call it?”

“Unsub, or unknown subject,” Agent Jareau supplied.

“Unsub, well, in our case we know who he is, we just don’t know where. Anyway, I’ll leave you to it.” Jim hoped they’d be able to work fast. “Let me know if you need anything.”

“Thank you.”

Jim nodded and left. As he was walking away, he overheard Agent Jareau whisper, “Wow.”

“This sure is a different city,” Agent Rossi remarked.

“Watch who you’re talking to,” you joked.

Jim wasn’t that close to you, but you’d worked a few years at the Blüdhaven field office and you were close with the Wayne’s, so he’d run into you before. You knew the stakes, he hoped the rest of your team adapted quickly. Otherwise, it’d be a hell of a ride.

“Batman has morals. So do I. But they are very, very different.”

The four of you unpack the boxes of case files of the Joker and get to work. Most of these you’ve read before, not from your time at the Blüdhaven branch of the bureau but from having bat access to them, but it was good starting place for your team to understand him.

Hotch, Derek, Spencer and Emily joined you a bit later and you went over what you knew.

“No forced entry, no hidden escape route or tunnel, no windows, and a hell of a lot of security between the cell and the outside world,” Derek said.

“The room looked untouched, no signs of struggle, as if one day he just decided to leave and walked through the walls,” Spencer said.

“They sent me the security footage and there’s nothing there either. No one coming in or out who’s not supposed to,” Penelope added.

“I gotta say it, it looks like an inside job,” Rossi said.

Hotch nodded. “As of now it seems the most likely. The security on that room means sort of an explosion, there’s no evident way out from the inside.”

“Ok, so who are we looking at first? Workers at the asylum, Gotham criminals, other inmates? He wasn’t supposed to have any contact to the outside world so he couldn’t coerce any one to help,” Spencer said.

“Because he’s done it before,” you added.

“So did he do that again?”

“There was nothing that pointed at the presence of a way to communicate with the outside, but it could’ve been so well hidden we couldn’t find it,” Derek said.

“Or magical interference,” Emily offered.

“What I don’t understand is how no one noticed he wasn’t there, he would’ve needed food while he was there, but no one remembered going to his cell. Ever. And there were no food trays anywhere either. So somehow, someone was able to stop sending him food without anyone noticing when.”

“Unless he just escaped, but that still doesn’t explain how no one remembers going to his cell of having things sent there,” JJ said.

“What are you doing here? Who are you?”

You were in the middle of further discussing the case with your team when someone jumped on your back.

“Dick.”

Your team stared in confusion.

You weren’t sure what surprised them more. A grown man jumping on your back to hug you from behind or you not reacting (except to seemingly swear at him).

“Good to see you!” Dick squeezed you tightly before hopping off your back and coming to stand beside you. “I heard you were called in for the case.”

“Yes. Everyone, this is Detective Dick Grayson, a detective from Blüdhaven PD.”

He slung an arm around your shoulder and gave everyone his best and brightest grin. “Nice to meet you.”

“I … know him,” you added as an afterthought.

“You don’t say,” JJ teased.

Emily snickered. Very unsubtly.

“Grayson.”

Dick let you go of you to spin and smile at Gordon.

“Commish! Good to see you.”

“Not your jurisdiction,” Gordon grumped without heat.

“I know, I wanted to help out,” he said.

“Don’t bother the agents, if they’re ok with it you can stay.” He turned to the rest of your team. “If his defense he’s been around for a lot of Joker events so he could have helpful insights. Still no updates or sightings. No one’s seen or heard anything. Spoiler and Red Robin confirmed that Dent doesn’t know anything. Signal hasn't seen anything unusual either. I don’t like it, doesn’t feel right. So far, Ivy hasn’t let anyone in the park yet, so no one’s heard from Quinn yet. I’ll leave you to it, I have to get back to coordinating patrols, let me know if you find anything.”

“Of course,” Hotch said before he walked off. “Detective Grayson-“

“Dick, please, yes I know, I’ve heard all the jokes, but English is weird.” He flashed them a winning smile.

You saw JJ raised her eyebrows at Penelope unsubtly and Penelope widened her eyes right back. You wondered if the silent communication was about your relationship with him, his conventional attractivity or whether they recognized him as a member of the Wayne family.

Hotch paused for a moment. “Dick, how familiar are you with … the current situation?”

“I only know what I’ve heard, the Joker’s escaped and no one knows how or when, or what he’s going to do next.”

“Gordon said you were familiar with him?” Derek asked.

Dick nodded. “He’s been terrorizing people since I was a kid.” He gave an uncomfortable smile.

“Any ideas on what he might do next?” Rossi asked.

“Go after Batman probably, that’s what he usually does. But he plans things out. He likes having a stage and usually hostages. Booby traps as well. Usually something with Joker gas, which is … a deadly laughing gas if too much is inhaled.”

You heard Penelope gasp.

“And bombs. He likes blowing things up.” Dick’s voice had tightened, and you couldn’t help reaching out to grab his hand and squeeze.

“Where do you think he would go first?” Emily asked.

Dick sighed. “I think that depends on what he has planned. And who helped him.”

“You think someone helped him?”

“I don’t know how he would’ve escaped otherwise.” Dick shrugged. “If there was already a safe house hideout in place, it’s someplace new. W- All his known haunts have been checked by the Bats (a guy hears things), and I’m not sure where else he could be hiding with this much pressure to find him. He thrives on chaos and attention and right now? With the city practically in chaos over his disappearance … he’d love it, feed off the fear and panic he’s created doing nothing. I think it’s only a matter of time before he does something, otherwise …” he trailed off.

“Otherwise?” JJ asked.

Dick seemed to remember himself and shook his head, but he still answered. “Otherwise, I’d start to wonder if someone got to him first.”

“I want him dead. Will you help me?”

“You think someone could’ve killed him?” Agent Morgan asked.

Dick hesitated and tried to find his words. His thoughts on the subject were complicated.

“There’s a lot of people who wish he was dead. Not too many that’d have the guts to try and take him out and none that I know of that wouldn���t claim that fame for themselves if they did it. Or even if they knew that he was dead for sure. That no one has …”

“Means no one knows for sure whether he’s dead or not,” Dr Reid finished.

“What about Dr Pamela Isley and Dr Harleen Quinzel? No one seems to be able to get a hold of them, could they have done it?” Agent Rossi asked.

Dick nodded. “It’s definitely a possibility, and one that seems realistic the more time passes without hearing from him or them. They might even have him right now,” he sighed. “I don’t like not knowing.”

“We don’t either, but that’s why we profile, to see what he might be doing, his possible movements, try to predict and anticipate,” Agent Jareau said.

“Anyways, I’m here to help if you’ll have me,” Dick offered, glancing around at you and your team.

“You already have,” Agent Prentiss said.

“But you’re welcome to stay. We appreciate your insight,” Hotch added.

“Of course, put me to work.”

“I should have finished this a long time ago, but it’s better late than never.”

“I need more coffee, anyone else?” JJ stood and looked around the table you were all hunched around, going through files and reports.

There were groans and grumbles of assent.

“I’ll go with you,” you offered. “You shouldn’t be alone in Gotham, especially right now.”

“Ok, perfect, you can take me to the best coffee place in the city then!”

You chuckled. “Sure,” you agreed, grabbing the keys from Derek.

“I assure you, I am no Batman.”

“So how do you know each other?” Emily asked Dick once you’d gone, stretching in her seat, taking a break from pouring over the files.

Dick looked up from his folder and smiled knowingly, without you there, interrogation time had started.

He did that a lot. Smile. Most seemed genuine but Spencer couldn’t be sure. There were many hidden depths to this man that you seemed so comfortable around.

“Well, it was partially through my brother. They went to the same high school and became friends, but it wasn’t until … after, that we really met and kept talking and hanging out and decided to be friends on our own.”

“Aww,” Penelope gushed.

“You’ve lived here all your life, too?” Rossi asked, also taking a break from the eye strain that was reading all these reports.

Dick gave a small laugh. “No actually. Grew up in the circus, travelled around a lot.”

“Ooh! Sounds like fun!” Penelope exclaimed.

“It was.”

Immediately they could all sense that they were approaching personal territory, especially when Dick picked up his folder again. Spencer knew their curiosity was piqued, but they all knew when a person had talked enough about a subject to want it let go.

Spencer watched the detective for a moment longer, noting how his knee hadn’t stopped bouncing since he’d sat down, how his eyebrows furrowed as he read. Detective Grayson had had good input since he’d joined them, he wouldn’t make a half bad profiler, Spencer thought.

“Don’t worry, I won’t let you die until we’re finished here. And we still have quite a lot to do with you yet.”

You and JJ had just left the café with your teammates coffees in trays when you pushed JJ behind you, and she bumped into the wall.

“Hey-!” she started, but then noted your defensive stance and reached with her free hand for her gun.

Something dropped from the sky and JJ was pulling her gun out when she realized you weren’t reaching for your own and had relaxed your posture.

She looked at the figure again and realized it was a someone that had dropped down in front of you.

You sighed. “Red.”

They were, in fact, red. Ah, must be one of the vigilantes. That you were clearly familiar with.

“Agent.”

JJ was partly put off by the white lenses covering their eyes. They hid so much expression, and it was kind of creepy to stare into blank white eyes.

“Batman and Robin have so far been unsuccessful with Ivy and Harley-“

Right, the vigilantes trying to talk to the plant wielding meta and the Joker’s ex-girlfriend, a danger in her own right.

“-and it was suggested that you try, that is what you were called in for, profilers. You can try and talk to Ivy, profile her and Harley if you can get in with them.”

“It was suggested,” you mocked. “By whom? You? Bats? Harley and Ivy?”

‘Red’ didn’t answer, just stared you down, mouth twitching occasionally.

You sighed and glanced at JJ, then the coffees that you both were still carrying, miraculously unspilled from when you pushed JJ out of the way. You looked back at the vigilante for a moment. “Fine, but you have to bring the coffees to our team.”

JJ couldn’t be certain, but she thought “Red” might have been glaring at you behind those impenetrable lenses.

“Spoiler.”

JJ wasn’t sure what that meant. You didn’t move. JJ nudged you and you looked at her again.

“Care to explain what’s going on?”

“Oh! Right, JJ, this is Red Robin, Red, my friend, coworker, person, Agent Jennifer Jareau,” you said formally.

“Spoiler! Nice to meet you!”

JJ didn’t think she hid her flinch well enough when another vigilante swept down from the roofs and landed beside Red Robin.

This one was very purple and very bubbly. For some reason, JJ thought they’d get along well with Penelope.

“Spoiler,” you greeted and handed over your tray of coffee. You looked at JJ and motioned she should to the same.

She hesitantly handed it over to Red Robin. How in the world they were going to get them back to the precinct without spilling the drinks, JJ had no idea.

“Don’t spill that coffee now,” you said in a flat voice, quickly grabbing your and JJ’s drinks before the left.

“Pul-ease, we’re not amateurs,” Spoiler laughed before shooting a line (when had she grabbed a grappling hook/gun??) and swinging away, Red Robin following after.

“C’mon then, seems we’re going to the park.”

JJ shook her head. Gotham was so weird.

“Do you have a blowtorch? I want to burn him.”

You arrived at the park and got out of the SUV, JJ behind as you approached- holy shit, Batman and Robin!! (Derek would have a fit if he were here, and Penelope would probably squeal, JJ thought.) Holy shit, giant wall of greenery!! The two vigilantes were standing not in front of a wall, but a veritable fortress of vines and trees and plants. Isley was one powerful meta is this was anything to go by. JJ was going to get whiplash from all the strange Gotham things here.

She stopped beside you, facing the vigilantes.

You introduced you and her formally, but JJ had a feeling it was for her benefit, that they already knew who you were.

“We’ve come to talk to Isley and Quinzel.”

“Hn.”

Big talker.

“Tt. She will not talk to us, why should she talk to you outsiders,” Robin scowled and JJ was horrified at how young he looked and sounded.

Spoiler and Red Robin sounded like young adults as it was, but tall enough that JJ was sure they were adults (hoped so at least). But this one … this one couldn’t’ve been more than … a young teen? This was a child.

“Well, maybe they will dislike us so much that they’ll talk to us,” you said dryly, as if this wasn’t a child in a brightly coloured costume, beside someone who looked more shadow than man.

“Hn,” Batman grunted again, yet somehow a different grunt that had a different meaning if Robin’s deepening scowl was anything to go by. Robin backed off, closer to the other vigilante’s shadows. Gotham was a good fit for Batman with its almost perpetual cloudy weather.

(Maybe Derek was right in a way, maybe Batman wasn’t a man, but a manifestation of … Gotham? Something that crawled out of the polluted waters of Gotham Harbour? That was way too complex and “meta” for JJ, she’d leave the conspiracy theories to Penelope.)

You seemed to take Robin’s movement as a signal to move towards the giant wall of vines and JJ strode after you. She whispered your name.

“Hm?” You spared her a glance.

“Robin is a child!” she hissed.

Your eyebrows creased. “Hm.” You were almost imitating Batman in a manner now.

“Seriously! That is a child in that costume! He could get hurt!”

You turned fully to JJ, face serious, brow creased, and she knew she had your full attention.

“Or maybe Robin is protecting him. Maybe without the suit he’d go out into the world anyways, with anger and vengeance in his heart, but instead without protection. Maybe instead he’d be one of the kids picked up and put in juvie or kidnapped into a child trafficking ring. Maybe he’d be just a kid trying to survive on the streets or get killed by a criminal because he was in the wrong place at the wrong time. Maybe Robin gives him a purpose and the skills to do things safely and save others. Maybe he would’ve gone out anyway, so Robin protects him.” You shrugged. “Or maybe Robin’s just made from Gotham magic.”

“I want him to pay. For all he’s done, for all the people he’s hurt. … Killed.”

“We’d like to talk to you and Dr Quinn, Dr Isley. We’re agents from the behavioral analysis unit of the FBI. This is my friend JJ, can we talk?”

Nothing. You wondered how long you would have to yell at the wall of green before you gave up.

“Ivy? Harley? We just want to know if you killed him-“

Not that your team had exactly determined that for certain yet.

“-I know it’s probably annoying that we want to talk about a man when you both have your own long lists of heinous crimes but if we can just smooth out the first thing real quick, we can get on to your disastrous acts.”

JJ raised an eyebrow and you threw your hands up in the air dramatically. You were an awkward conversationalist at the best of times and now you were talking to a giant wall of plants. This wasn’t like talking to your normal household plants, ok?

“I’m JJ, we’ve never met,” JJ started, “but we just have some questions for you-” you saw the other SUV pull up out of the corner of your eye, the rest of the team was here “-about the disappearance of the Joker.” JJ winced, you guessed it was because of the fact that there was no record of any other name to call him.

The team stepped out of the vehicle and was ready to join you, when the wall shivered. Vines shot out towards you and JJ. You heard your teammates yell before you was pulled off your feet and enveloped in vines.

“How are we going to dispose of him?”

Pamela dropped the two of you in her parlour (what? Of course she had specific rooms to her plant fortress) and waited for you to get up. You untangled yourself from where you’d wrapped yourself protectively around the blonde agent, and helped her up, staying between her and Pam the whole time. How sweet.

“Ivy.” You nodded in greeting. “Thank you for having us.” Well, at least you had manners.

“Not my idea. Harls wanted to talk to you,” Pam said, bored. She went over to her lounger to lie down. She slid her sunglasses on and observed you from behind them.

You seemed calm, but she could see the tenseness in your shoulders as you murmured with your partner and dissuaded her from grabbing her gun. Smart move, Pam wouldn’t let that stand in her own home.

“Howdy!” Harley jumped in exuberantly from who knows where.

You had to grab the blonde’s hand from reaching for her gun again.

“Harley, it’s good to see you. Thank you for seeing us.”

“Meh,” she shrugged. “Batsy’s no fun when he’s hung up on Mista J. No one is, I didn���t wanna see ‘em. But I was getting’ bored so you came at a great time! C’mon in, sit down!” She waved you both over to a small table in the corner of the room.

Pam watched uninterestedly.

“So,” Harley started when the three of you were seated, “you wanna know if I killed Mista J, huh?”

“Yes, or if you know who killed him, or where he is.”

Pam had to give the blonde some credit, she was completely out of her depth here in Gotham, and in Pam’s domain, but she faced it head on, and with fantastic style no less.

“Oh, hunny bunchkins, Mista J is most, absolutely, certainly dead. Dead he is.”

“He is? You know this for sure? Do you have proof?”

“Of course I do! He’s as dead as Ive’s relationship with Kite-man!” Harley exclaimed, and- ouch? But not really, she was very happy in her relationship with her girlfriend.

“Do you know who killed him?” you asked.

“You may be wondering why I am here. I’ll do you the courtesy of letting you know. I am here to kill you.”

“Do I know who killed him? Of course, I know who killed him! You’re lookin’ at ‘er!”

“You?”

“You killed the Joker?”

“Yeppers, so I know he ain’t comin’ back, that’s for sure. He’s gone-for-good-goners.”

“Why didn’t you tell anyone before? Then we wouldn’t have had to come down and bother you like this?”

Ok, yah. Blondie was smarter than stereotypes, sharp, clever. If she was a villain, Harley definitely would consider inviting her to her and Pam's book club.

Harley shrugged. “Didn’t feel like it. None o’ your business anyways who I kill!” She blew the two of you a raspberry.

“Actually, that’s kind of our job,” you said mildly, unphased.

“But you definitely killed him,” she asked again. Harley gave her props for persistence, she was staring down two powerful supervillains, Gotham’s Queenpins, and not giving an inch once she’d found her footing. It was definitely entertaining. Harley made a good choice convincing her girlfriend to bring you two in.

“Tha’s what I said.” Although, it was still annoying to be questioned so much, Harley was starting to get a glint in her eye. “If ya don’t believe me, try ‘n find him. That’s what you’re supposed tuh be able tuh do with your brain powers, isn’t it? That’s why Gordon called ya here, ‘n you haven’t found ‘im yet.” Harley stood up and you yanked your coworker up too.

“We just want to know where he is. Where he was … buried, disposed of, left, or kept, after he was killed, where is he now?” you asked, backing away from your hostesses, herding Blondie behind you.

Harley paused, then gave her biggest, but not wildest, grin. “You’re lookin’ at ‘im! I had Ives turn ‘im into mulch. Compost ‘im. To feed her plants! So he wouldn’t be such a waste of space after he died. ‘Sides, Ives would hardly let him be disposed in an un-eco-friendly manner.” She rolled her eyes.

“Can I have some? My plants need it.”

“I think it’s time for you to go.” Dr Isley stood up and JJ’s hand once again brushed her side where her gun sat against her hip, but the situation and your arm in front of her reminded her to take a deep breath and move on as if everything was fine. As if she wasn’t preparing to be flung back through the wall of plants. And that was best case scenario. But she was a professional, this wasn’t the first time something like this had happened, although instances with metas were of the rare sort.

“Thank you for your time, you’re right, we’ll go now,” you said with a calmness that JJ had the sense was more from a familiarity of dealing with your hometown criminals than your regular job experience and professionalism.

“Wait here, I won’t be long.”

Hotch prided himself on having a very good poker face. From years as a prosecutor to years in the BAU, it was in his best interest if no one knew what he was thinking at any given moment.

When you and JJ didn’t come back from your coffee run but instead two colourful vigilantes telling him that you’d gone to talk to two dangerous felons, one of them a powerful meta eco-terrorist, the other a wild and temperamental criminal, he was worried. But he put on his stern boss mask and told Dave to stay with Penelope to continue searching possibilities as the rest of them rushed to the remaining SUV.

Detective Grayson led the way to the park with a GCPD officer in a cruiser car, Morgan following close behind.

They all immediately clocked you and JJ standing by the enormous hedge wall, with … ah, that must have been Batman and … Robin? Batman’s sidekick, Robin?

He started walking towards you two, already planning to save the reprimands (worry) for later when he could shed his mask in private.

But then the wall shivered and vines swallowed you, and his stomach dropped, he was right behind Morgan, racing to where you disappeared from.

Before they could get there, Grayson was in front of them, Batman and Robin(?) behind him, looking intimidating and startlingly contrasted from one another.

“Hey man, get out of our way. That wall just stole our agents-”

“I’m sorry, but whatever you try won’t work. Ivy, Dr Isley, took them, that could be a good thing. That means they might be talking to Harley right now, which no one has done today.”

“They’re in there with two dangerous criminals,” Morgan argued. He was almost itching for a fight with how tense he was.

Hotch knew Morgan hated not being able to protect his teammates, even if they could defend themselves. Hotch wondered, in the back of his mind, how Grayson would fare in a physical fight against Morgan. Morgan had the size and height, but the way Grayson moved displayed a dancer-like grace and good reflexes. Somehow, he thought Grayson wouldn’t be knocked down too easily.

Grayson sighed. “Anything you try to do to get in will likely only piss Ivy off, putting your friends in more danger. Believe me, I want to help them, but the best thing to do right now is wait it out. I’m sorry, I won’t let you closer, at least, Batman and Robin won’t. But they wouldn’t explain anything. You should trust your agents, they have a chance to find out if Harley and Ivy know anything. ‘Sides, one of them’s a Gothamite, used to this sort of thing, they’ll be fine.”

Hotch levelled a stern look at Batman and took a moment to make sure his boss mask was in place. “Morgan,” he said quietly but firmly.

The other man scowled but backed up next to him. Reid and Prentiss hovered close behind.

“What can you tell us about them for situations like these?”

Grayson shifted on his feet. “Well, they’re less volatile together. More powerful sure, but … chiller, in a way. Ivy’s whole schtick is ‘ecoterrorism’, she usually just goes after polluters and other threats to nature, she just wants Gotham cleaned up, in a way. Harley … well, you’ve probably heard that she and the Joker used to be a thing. It was an abusive relationship, very … tumultuous and volatile. But since she’s gone out on her own, she’s … calmer? It’s hard to explain to non-Gothamites,” Grayson laughed awkwardly. “But she’s so much better now that she’s not with him. Did she kill him? I don’t know, she could’ve, definitely. Hopefully they’ll get it out of her.”

Gordon joined them then, with a few more officers, and they discussed options. Unfortunately, he agreed with Grayson, trying to get through by force would only aggravate the situation and put you and JJ more at risk. So for now, there was only one option. Wait.

“Do not worry, he will not be found. There will be nothing left for him to find.”

Morgan was muttering about making a run for it, wondering how big of a fire it’d take to burn through the wall, when the plants rustled again. Everyone was immediately on alert, the BAU walking closer as an arch opened in the wall.

There you were.

You and JJ walked in front of Dr’s Isley and Quinzel, looking unharmed. Every officer’s and agent’s hands sitting on their guns, just in case, but you two were in the way. And against a meta as powerful as Isley? Hotch was reluctantly resigned that they were unlikely to win against her with guns, even with the mysterious Batman and Robin there. (And/or other mysterious vigilantes hidden in the shadows.)

“We’re ok,” you assured the team as soon as you were close enough for them to hear, as they’d moved closer to the tunnel to greet you (get you back).

Prentiss was immediately at JJ’s side, as JJ repeated assurances that she too was ok.

Morgan herded you all away from the plant fortress and the two felons.

When you caught Hotch’s eye, he nodded once, and you gave him a small smile in return. He couldn’t deny that seeing you and JJ unharmed and back with them eased a tightness in his chest.

“Thank you for helping me. I appreciate it.”

“Hiya Batsy!” Harley Quinn launched herself at Batman and Emily reached for her gun, preparing for a fight. She paused.

Batman just stood there. Let Harley Quinn wrap herself around him like she was hugging a teddy bear or tree. Or rather, Batman. She was hugging Batman. And he was letting her.

Emily dropped her hand and shook her head, staring in confused horror. She would never understand Gotham.

“Harley.” Batman’s voice was gruff and deep, and it was the first time she’d heard him speak since they’d got there. He’d grunted and spoken quietly to his sidekick (child?!) or just not spoken at all.

“How ya doin’, Batsy? Baby Bat?”

This was directed at Robin and Emily had to stop herself from laughing at the scowl that rivalled Batman’s that appeared on his face. And then she remembered that this was a child, and he should be at home eating snacks or at school, anything that wasn’t facing down criminals double his age. How old was this kid??

“Did you kill the Joker?” Batman growled.

“Aww, you’re no fun!” She jumped off and blew him a raspberry. “All you wanna do is talk about him, him, him!”

Emily was sure her therapist would not be thrilled to learn that a Gotham Rogue was becoming one of her role models in standing up for herself and feminism.

“Did you kill him?” he growled again.

“So what if I did? What are you gonna do about it, huh?” She stuck her hands on her hips.

Emily remembered Poison Ivy was there too when she walked over to her girlfriend (Girlboss) from where she had been leaning against her doorway?

“There’s nothing much you could do if we decided to kill him, Bats,” she said, bored.

“Did you?” he repeated.

“Yah! I did!” Harley exclaimed and threw her arms up in the air. “He’s as good as dead because he is dead! You can call you search dogs, whatever, but you won't find him! He's dissolved into plant food by now! And make sure you call Hood and tell him that Mista J is dead and he ain’t coming back eva’. Come on Ives, let’s go, I think the Knights game is starting soon.”

Faster than Batman could stop them, Ivy wrapped an arm around her girlfriend and covered them in vines, bringing them back into the green fortress.

Emily glanced around. Robin had disappeared, but Commissioner Gordon and Dick were talking to Batman, before he too swung off into Gotham's concrete jungle.

“Hood?” Spencer asked in a muted voice.

“A vigilante. Red Hood. Bat associated. His territory is Crime Alley,” you answered quietly.

“Crime Alley? You’ve got to be kidding me,” Derek snorted.

You gave a wry smile. “Official name is Park Row, but no one calls it that anymore. There were … a lot of people have died there, and it really fell down the ladder, but it’s better with Hood there now. He’s set up a lot of safe spaces, soup kitchens, after-school programs, keeps the kids off the streets and protects the working girls among other things.”

“Why doesn’t he just try and do that legally?”

You laughed. “Because he’s basically a mob boss/gang leader. And he killed a bunch of people, (but he’s been pardoned by the Justice League) not that he does that anymore, but still.”

Emily heard Derek mutter something like “Gotham is so weird” before nudging JJ and calling their teammates at the precinct to update them.

Him and Spencer hovered beside JJ, on the phone with Penelope and Rossi, which she couldn’t judge, because she too was hovering, JJ on one side of her, you on the other. She snuck a glance at you. You were silently observing their conversation, Hotch next to you, quiet as well. Your face was blank, but in a calm, yet emotionally exhausted way. The way you usually got at the end of especially hard cases when you didn’t have time to rest and reset. Emily knew this case hit home especially hard, given that you grew up here, and although you’d never outright stated it, they all predicted that’d you’d had run ins with the Joker before, or at least that he’d affected you or someone close to you. They could tell that you weren't upset to hear Harley confessing to killing him.

The other GCPD officers stood by their patrol cars, waiting on orders from Gordon.

The commissioner and Dick walked up to you and Hotch stepped forward to talk to them.

“Thank you for all your help, it was good to have you.”

Hotch and Gordon shook hands.

“You’ll be handling the rest now that Dr Quinzel has confessed to killing him,” Hotch stated.

Gordon shrugged with a wry smile. “We Gothamites handle our own. No one’s sorry to hear that, ahem, to hear that he’s dead. Frankly, it’s a relief to know for sure.”

Emily noticed JJ shift next to her and bumped her elbow to JJ’s.

“Glad we could help.”

“Some of my officers can help you clean up at the station. And Agent Jareau and-” he looked at you and you nodded.

“We’ll leave statements,” you affirmed.

“Good, thanks. Safe travels back.” They shook hands again, then all of them stepped forward to do the same.

“Thank you for your help as well, Detective Grayson.”

“Glad to be of service,” he smiled.

“I say this with all the respect in the world, but I hope I never have to see you again,” Gordon admitted.

Emily snorted quietly. Spencer nudged her in the ribs.

“We understand. Nice meeting you, good luck with everything.”

“Thank you, you too.”

“How are we going to get him out?”

You went with the team to the precinct where you pulled Hotch aside.

“If it’s alright with you, I’d like to stay here a bit longer. There’s people I want to see, to check in on …”

“Of course, no problem. You can get back on your own?”

You nodded. “Yes, don’t worry, thank you.”

“Of course, take your time with your family.”

You hadn’t said family but yah, they were your family. “Thanks, Hotch.”

He nodded and you rejoined your teammates to help clean up.

“I think I’ll take a vacation. It’s been a while since I took time off.”

“I, for one, cannot wait until we get back,” JJ muttered after she and you had finally finished your statements with the Gotham PD officers.

“And I cannot believe you two were alone with Poison Ivy!!” Penelope exclaimed in a hushed voice as she cleared her computer away.

“What were they like?” Emily asked and Spencer looked up from his box to observe your and JJ’s expressions.

JJ hummed. “Surprisingly normal. Like some unsubs we’ve dealt with. Calm, clever, more or less level-headed, perceptive … I believe that she’s sure he’s dead. And I believe that she could’ve killed him, the way she talked about him? There’s trauma there, even without knowing it was an abusive relationship.”

“But…?” Rossi asked.

JJ sighed. “I don’t know, I don’t know.”

“And what are you thinking about, pretty boy?” Derek nudged Spencer.

“Something’s puzzling me.”

“Oh no!” Emily joked good naturedly, but … Spencer was sure something was bugging her too.

He rolled his eyes in response. “Supposedly Dr Quinzel killed him, and Dr Isley helped her and used his body for fertilizer, so there’s no evidence, no body left. But there was a too perfect log of food deliveries made to his cell, that no one recalls.”

“And his cell was seemingly untouched,” Rossi muttered.

“There was dust,” Derek remarked.

“Not much, but it was there,” Emily added.

“She could’ve broken him out and killed him, but why hide it? Why make sure the records still show normal activity, so no one suspects anything?”

“So, no one noticed and stopped her? She sounded like she had plans to make it painful for him before he died,” JJ offered.

“But neither she nor Dr Isley seem to favour stealth. They bust in, break things, make some noise, before leaving with what they’ve come for. I read a few reports of their previous attacks. It just doesn’t make sense that they’d hide killing the Joker.”

“What can I say, it’s Gotham. Things here are different,” Derek said, clapping his hand on Spencer’s shoulder. “Either way-“

“It’s not our jurisdiction anymore,” Hotch finished. “We can’t overstay our welcome.”

“But what if he’s still out there?” Spencer urged.

Derek nudged him along towards the door. “Let’s hope he’s not, but Hotch is right, we can’t stay any longer, it’s out of our hands now.”

“For what it’s worth, I’m with JJ, I believe Harley when she said that he’s dead.” Spencer glanced at you, you weren’t making eye contact with anyone, gazing into space, not after the long, exhausting day you’d had. “Whether or not she killed him?” You shrugged. “But I believe he’s dead.”

Spencer was worried that your want of him dead might be influencing you, but he said nothing. He hoped the Joker was dead too.

“You’re staying?” Rossi asked you when you got outside.

You nodded. “There’s some people I wanna see since I’m here,” you said softly.

“Of course, you have to see your family while you’re here!” Penelope said.

“Come back to us though, Penelope might not forgive you if you don’t,” Derek joked.

You laughed. “I’ll come back, don’t worry.”

“Hugs ok?” JJ asked.

You nodded and opened you arms to give her a hug. Penelope was next, then Derek and Emily and even Rossi. You tilted side to side to say bye to Spencer, he wiggled his hands in response. You waved at Hotch and he gave you one of his rare smiles as he waved back.

Spencer got in the SUV after Emily, Penelope behind him.

“I’m so ready to leave,” Penelope whispered, as if Gotham itself could hear her.

“Just a couple hours, baby girl,” Derek said as he got in the driver’s seat.

“I’m glad the case is over,” Emily said.

“I hope it’s over,” Spencer mumbled.

“When do you think they’ll find out?”

You watched the SUVs pull away and then made your way to the Manor. You let yourself in and went straight to the kitchen.

Alfred looked up when you walked in. You held eye contact with him for a moment and he understood what you weren’t saying out loud.

He nodded, agreeing silently. “They’re in the living room. I’ll go with you.”

You nodded and he followed you out.

”Alfred?”

“Yes?”

“I want to kill the Joker. Will you help me?”

“He considered you for a moment. “Yes. I will.”

~~~

part two // part three

thanks for reading!! feel free to rb and leave nice comments <3

[varpusvaras]

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

[fictionfixations]

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.

[ominoose]

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

[totallyreasonabletubes]

Hi! I'm Tubes, Spicy or Mari!!

20 | He/They/Xe/She | SpicySourSoup on Ao3

I'm a Criminal Minds fic writer and a fan of strange crossovers. I've currently posted 4 fics with a general focus on Spencer Reid

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CM x WC

To Drag You Down With Me - Neal Caffrey/Spencer Reid, Enemies to Lovers, set during season 4 of CM and post s1 WC

CM x DC

A Detailed Essay on Why I Hate You - Tim Drake/Spencer Reid, Enemies to Lovers, set during season 5 of CM

Thicker than Water - Spencer Reid & John Constantine, reluctant team up, set during season 4 of CM

CM x Leverage

What a Way of Coping (Through Theft and Lying) - Eliot Spencer/Spencer Reid, Friends to Lovers, set during season 2 of CM post Hankel incident

[spiritsglade]

29 and 30 for the ask gane

[blorbo ask game]

29. has a fanfic about your Blorbo ever made you cry?

this wasn't even completely about jason but Bats in the Belfry by Samuel_Walker made me fucking die for like 2 weeks straight. i literally cannot reread that fic ever it's truly ruined me forever. can't even think about it too hard.

there's also the Triple Red series by caffeinatedbasil, specifically While You Were Missing. this is about jayroy and it is also a wc x dc crossover. i was tearing up during some of those grieving scenes my first read through. i literally saw the presumed dead tag and knew that roy wasn't actually dead and i still forgot. i was still so convinced he was gone forever. i was so sad.

30. do you think this character will still be your Blorbo three years from now on?

oh absolutely. my favorites have staying power. they may fall from the spotlight but they never leave. ask me about peril wings of fire i dare you.

[renirae]

so I went hunting for what popular dc x wc tags there are to use on my dc x wc fanfic art post, right. only to find that wcdc week is THIS WEEK!

I wrote my crossover fic in September and finished it in April, and decided to post it completely by chance, so that's crazy enough on its own

and then I see there are prompts for each day... July 22 is soulmates / secret marriage reveal / "oh fuck they found me" / first aid kit - AND MY FIC ENDS WITH A SECRET MARRIAGE REVEAL?? HELLO? WHAT ARE THE CHANCES???

I feel insane how is this even possible. I had a 1 in 365 chance of this happening, and it happened. what

[1973hq]

our wanted connections have been updated, come check them out here !

[dokidokiheart]

my ship tags by media

ANIMANGA:

Akagami no Shirayukihime = ans ships, Beastars = beastars ships, Bleach = bleach ships, Boku no Hero Academia = bnha ships, Code Geass = cg ships, Death Note = dn ships, Full Metal Alchemist = fma ships, Gekkan Shoujo Nozaki-kun = gsnk ships, Jo-Jo’s Bizarre Adventure = jjba ships, Kimetsu no Yaiba = kny ships, Kuroko no Basuke = knb ships, Naruto = naruto ships, One Punch Man = opm ships, Otome Game no Hametsu Flag...= hamefura ships, Ouran High School Host Club = ohshc ships, Sailor Moon = sm ships, Shingeki no Kyojin = snk ships, Spy x Family = sxf ships, Studio Ghibli = sg ships, Tokyo Ghoul = tg ships, Yamada-kun and the Seven Witches = ykatsw ships, Yu Yu Hakusho = yyh ships,Yu-Gi-Oh! = ygo ships, Zankyou no Terror = znt ships

VIDEO GAMES:

Bendy and the Ink Machine = batim ships, Bravely Default = bd ships, Catherine = catherine ships, Corpse Party = corpse party ships, Dangan Ronpa = dr ships, Final Fantasy = ff ships, Fire Emblem = fe ships, Life is Strange = lis ships, Nier Autonoma = na ships, Persona 5 ships = p5 ships, Pokemon = pokemon ships, Resident Evil ships = re ships, Rune Factory = rf ships, Soul Nomad & the World Eaters = sn ships, The Legend of Zelda = tloz ships, The Letter = tl ships, Yandere Simulator = ys ships

MOVIES: Any other movie ship = movie ships

Star Wars = sw ships, The Lord of the Rings = tlotr ships, Titanic = titanic ships. 

SHOWS:

Doctor Who = drw ships, Friends = friends ships, Merlin = merlin ships, The Big Bang Theory = tbbt ships, The Vampire Diaries = tvd ships

WESTERN ANIMATION:

Avatar: The Last Airbender: atla ships, Castlevania = castlevania ships, Class of the Titans = cott ships, Codename Kids Next Door = cknd ships, Danny Phantom = dp ships, Disney = disney ships, Dreamworks = dw ships  Futurama = futurama ships, Kim Possible = kp ships, Kung Fu Panda = kfp ships, Miraculous Ladybug = mlb ships, Nijiiro Days = nd ships, Pixar = pixar shipsRWBY = rwby ships, Scooby Doo = sd ships, Total Drama = td ships, Totally Spies = ts ships, W.I.T.C.H = w.i.t.c.h ships, Winx Club = wc ships

COMICS: 

DC = dc ships, Marvel = marvel ships

BOOKS:

Harry Potter = hp ships, Little Women = lw ships, Percy Jackson & the Olympians = pjo ships, Septimus Heap = sh ships, Twilight = twilight ships

DRAMA SHIPS = drama ships (any jdrama or kdrama ships)

Mainly from: Flower of Evil, Goblin & Faith

CROSSOVER SHIPS = crossover ships

Mainly: Jack x Elsa, Kuzco x Chel, Hades x Eris

MISC. SHIPS = misc. ships (any other ship basically):

Gomez x Morticia, Roger Rabbit x Jessica Rabbit, Merlin x Snow White, Veronica x Jughead, Nega Wanda x Nega Cosmo, Cam x Brandy, Nadia x Lucio, Jack x Rose, Anastasia x Dimitri, Shark Boy x Lava Girl & others. 

GENERAL = shipping (tag about ships/shipping in fandom

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Mass

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/9Wbq0ME

by Firecat23

A blanked of silence fell over the entire White-Collar office when a young (probably mid-thirties) woman stepped out of the elevator and made a beeline for Neal's desk. She looked to be at least 7 months pregnant, though Peter wasn't sure. Diana would probably have a better guess, but if he stepped out of his office now, he'd break whatever spell of silence had fallen over everyone in the office.

Who was she? Why would a heavily pregnant woman have any interest in Neal?

Surely... Surely Neal wasn't the father, right?

Words: 1483, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 31 of 31 days of fic(lets)

Fandoms: DCU, DCU (Comics), Batman - All Media Types, Batman (Comics), White Collar (TV 2009)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Major Character Death

Categories: Gen, M/M

Characters: Dick Grayson, Iris West, Wally West, Peter Burke, Diana Berrigan, Clinton Jones

Relationships: Dick Grayson/Wally West, Dick Grayson & Iris West, Peter Burke & Dick Grayson, Diana Berrigan & Dick Grayson, Clinton Jones & Dick Grayons

Additional Tags: Dick!Neal - Freeform, Dick Grayson is Neal Caffrey, Neal Caffrey and Dick Grayson are the Same Person, Crossover, One Shot, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, WC x DC, Wally West is Alive, Dick Grayson Needs a Hug, Miscommunication, Misunderstandings, Fluff, But also it sort of made me cry while writing this?, and I don't know if it's because it's emotional and sweet, or because it's past 1am, Re-uniting, Emotional, The Major Character Death is Wally, Which is in the past, so technically it's major character revival, but that's not an option on AO3

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/9Wbq0ME

[stealingyourbones]

I posted this in the comments but this is worth replying so people who DO want to block the dpxdc crossover can easily do so.

I’m a decently large dpxdc acc and have been in that crossover fandom for a while now. I understand that some crossovers and stuff simply aren’t for some people. People got preferences and sometimes they don’t align with others. That’s how the turn tables. OP this isn’t targeted at you but to everyone else who reads this: reminder that the people who read or like that fandom are real people and them bitches got feelings. Don’t insult people for liking something. We’re just having fun. Quite a lot of y’all are civil but I have received death threats before and I feel like that’s just a tad extreme for liking a crossover.

And on that note! I know some people are bad at tagging. It’s a decent sized crossover fandom but it’s still small enough that no one has reached a consensus on what version of the tags to use. If they DO tag their posts, they’ll most likely have these tags on tumblr (check in the reply’s and comments cause some people might add ones I’ve missed):

dpxdc, dcxdp, dp x dc, dc x dp, danny phantom crossover, Anger Management ship, dp x dc prompts, danny phantom

On ao3 (put this in ‘Search Within Results’ or simply block these tags while reading fics:

-“Danny Phantom”, -“Danielle “Dani” Phantom”, -“Jazz Fenton”

(Or simply block the Danny Phantom fandom while searching for fics on ao3)

Hope that helps y’all who would rather block the crossover! Curating your own online experience is important and I’m certainly not gonna shit on those who simply just wanna see DC things in the DC tag. You do you homies.

And to answer some of the questions I’ve seen in the tags or comments:

- Danny Phantom as a fandom doesn’t associate with Butch Hartman at all. Most people despise that man. Separating the art from artist (even though that man barley did anything and claimed most of the work other people did as his own.)

- Danny is already a vigilante with black hair and blue eyes. He easily works with the “ah yes. Potential Wayne Adoptee.” Trope. I don’t interact with the MA or WC crossovers but I know that the black hair and blue eyes thing also is a factor for those crossovers as well.

THIS IS ALSO A REMINDER FOR THOSE WHO ARE INTO DPXDC: FOR THE LOVE OF GOD TAG YOUR POSTS PROPERLY!!!!!

Tagging not only works as a way to BLOCK works but it also helps people FIND your posts. If you want people to see what you’ve made THEN TAG IT dpxdc!!!!!

Hope that helps y’all DC loving folks! y’all have a wonderful rest of your day :)

me after finally blocking the danny phantom tag