#wonderfamily x reader imagines

[ragingbookdragon]

for fff "i want to spend the rest of my life with you" for diana please 👉👈

We stan loving WW in this house

"I want to spend the rest of my life with you."

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They stared at one another, expressions both mixtures of sorrow and self-loathing. “It is not that easy, my darling,” she murmured to them, and they sighed.

“Diana, it is easy.”

She met their gaze. “You do not understand what you ask of me.”

“Then explain it so I can,” they stressed, reaching out to take her hands and she suddenly pulled away, rising to her feet, and walked to the window, staring out into the night.

“You ask me to marry you…to stay with you…but you do not understand the future coming to us.”

“Then tell me.”

She let out a breath. “I’m an immortal warrior and you are a mortal.” She turned, watching as they rose and walked over. “You will age…and I will not. I will live long after you are gone.” They fell silent and stepped up to her, thinking over her words. “I am just trying to lessen your pain—our pain.”

Taking her hands, they gazed at her and affirmed, “You’re right, I will die before you and leave you alone. And maybe that’s a selfish thing to ask of you but…” they leaned forward, pressing their forehead to hers. “I want to spend the rest of my mortal life with you, Diana. I love you.”

Tears flooded her vision and her lips wobbled as she breathed, “You will not regret your choice?”

They smiled and murmured, “Never.”

“Ask me again,” she whispered. “Ask me to marry you again.”

Their lips split in a wide grin. “Princess Diana of Themyscira and the great Wonder Woman, will you do the honor of marrying me?”

A tearful laugh bubbled from her throat, and she nodded, throwing her arms around their shoulders. “Yes,” she wept. “Yes, I will.”

[6rookie-writer0110]

Breathe, pilot inspector

Reader x Bat Family

Request - For said Kingdom imagine, the Reader can be one of the following: Kingdom!Superman's son/daughter (so add "dead mom" onto that trauma list), Kid Flash (who is also Kingdom!Flash's son/daughter), a member of the Kingdom!Batfamily, a member of the Kingdom!Wonderfamily, a member of the Kingdom!Titans, or a hero of their own right. how about a story where Reader (Male or female;

You can randomize or just use gender-neutral pronouns) is a hero from the Arrowverse's version of The Kingdom who ends up (on The Flash's Earth/on Supergirl's Earth/with the Legends) and joins with them on a mission, but is haunted by the fact they're receiving signs of the incoming Crisis?

Lately, you have been having trouble sleeping and you are not sure why. You have been having bad dreams, you haven't told anyone about it. You try not to stress about it but you are.

You live in the mansion with Wayne and Selina Kyle. You grew up in a privileged lifestyle, but Bruce and Selina most times we're busy. But they tried to make time for you but wasn't easy, but Alfred always took care of you. On holidays, he would write Bruce and Selina’s names on gifts but you knew it was Alfred’s signature.

”Where are you going?” Dick asked.

”Going out but I will be back soon,” You said.

”Don’t take long. We have to meet the legends and Supergirl” Dick said.

”I know,” You said.

You leave on your motorcycle. Dick has told you that Barry is trying to build a team to defeat The Anti-Monitor. Throughout the years, you have seen Bruce be a mentor to others. You did become a hero but you didn't want to Bruce mentor you.

You get off your motorcycle and you walked inside the store. It's a fortune teller store, small place, with neon lights on the window, a black cat stares at you. On the door the sign says it closed, but you still went inside.

”We are closed!” She yelled.

”Madame Xanadu, I was told you can help me,” You said.

”Y/N Wayne, about time you come to see me,” Madame Xanadu said.

”Yeah, you those crows didn't take no for an answer,” You said.

”Come closer, my child. Do you want tea?” Madame Xanadu said.

”Sure,” You said.

For two weeks, crows have been bugging you to see her. You followed the clues to find her and you saw her in your dreams. You sit down and she gave you the cup of tea and she sits across from you.

”Now my child, tell me your questions,” Madame Xanadu said.

”How do you even know my name?” You asked.

”I can see the future. I know everything about you, I know you been having trouble sleeping. Your mother died when you were twelve and she was killed by the Joker, he almost killed you. But you don't like your father’s girlfriend Selina, you haven't opened up to her. You don't like her at all” Madame Xanadu said.

Your eyes opened wide.

”No way, you can know that,” You said.

Since your mother died, everything changed for you. You barely spoke to anyone about what you feel. Dick and the others became too busy being heroes. You were going to kill the Joker but he escaped. You don't care what anyone says, one day you will kill the Joker.

--

” It's written in the cards for us to meet. The worlds across the multiverse are in trouble, you are the only one who can save us” Madame Xanadu said.

”My dreams, I see many people dying even people I never met. I wake up in the middle of the night, I sweat and I always feel terrified to live or tell anyone about it” You said.

”Infinite Crisis is here. Every earth will be destroyed, you are the only one with answers” Madame Xanadu said.

You shake your head.

”That can't be. I'm not a hero anymore. I couldn't save my mom now I have to save the whole universe! I can't...” You said.

”You will do it. Your mother would want you to do this” Madame Xanadu said.

You start to cry because you miss your mom.

-----

”This means I can see the future? I can't have powers. No one in my family has powers” You said.

She grabbed your hands and she sees the abilities you will have.

”Mastery of magic. Your mother, grandfather, and your ancestors all mastered magic. Your mother didn't tell you, because she was protecting you from someone dangerous. You must accept your abilities to see the future in order to save everyone” Madame Xanadu said.

”If I don't?” You asked.

”Infinite Crisis will end everyone including you,” Madame Xanadu said.

She kept talking about why you should accept your abilities.

✧ ✯ ✧ ✫

You keep thinking about what she said. Back at the mansion you and the others go to Prime earth. Kate introduced you to everyone when you touched Oliver's hand then you got a psychic vision. You see everyone is dead including your family.

”Y/N are you okay?” Bruce asked.

You didn't say anything and you just ran away. Everyone is confused about what just happened.

You are in the bathroom washing your face. Your heart is racing then you get another psychic vision. This time you can see everything.

You can see The Anti-Monitor killing Bruce and Jason. You see dead bodies everywhere and you are nowhere in sight. The Anti-Monitor does sinister laughter and Sara is gasping for air and she is losing blood fast. You see her eyes and she begs for help.

Bruce knocked on the door and the vision is gone. You are breathing hard and your heart is beating fast like crazy.

”Y/N what's wrong?” Bruce asked.

”I-I”

You start to stutter and he can see you are freaking out. He starts to rub your back to calm you down.

”Breathe in and out” Bruce said.

You start to breathe in and out. He waits for you to say something.

”I can see the future. I saw everyone be killed by The Anti-Monitor and I wasn't around” You said

”Since when you can see the future?” Bruce asked.

”For a while now. I didn't tell anyone because I didn't want anyone to think I'm crazy. You don't seem freaked out” You said.

”Your mother had the same ability. I was going to tell you when you first had your first vision. But you didn't tell me and I understand. We should tell the others, we have the upper hand fighting against The Anti-Monitor” Bruce said.

You sighed and agreed with him. You told them about your abilities and they want you to help. But you said no and walked away.

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Everyone went to fight The Anti-Monitor. You haven't fully accepted your powers and you keep getting new visions. Snart walked in to grab his gun.

”I thought you left” You said.

”I was grabbing my gun. Only because you can see the future doesn't mean you can’t change it. I don't have powers and I don't understand what you are going through. My team, we always mess up the timeline but doesn't mean we give up, we will try to fix it even if it means messing up again over and over” Snart said.

”I didn't think about it like that” You said.

”You only kept thinking that you can't do anything to change the future. I have to go now” Snart said.

You watched him leave and you know that he is right.

----

Again you start to remember what Madame Xanadu said about your abilities. You must accept it in order to change the future.

”I won't be scared anymore” You said.

You take out a picture of your mom and you stare at it.

”Wish you were here helping me,” You said.

You put the picture away.

”Gideon, help me create my suit” You said.

”Of course, Y/N” Gideon said.

You and Gideon race against time to create your suit.

✧ ✯ ✧ ✫

Everyone is losing against The Anti-Monitor but they won't give up. You have on your new suit, usually, you wouldn't pick those colors but you didn't have enough time, literally. The mask is red and white and the rest is light navy blue along with red and white. You did a superhero landing and everyone is surprised to see you.

”It’s about time!!” Jason yelled.

”Shut up!” You yelled.

Jason glared at you and you glared back at him. You see The Anti-Monitor, everything is playing out like in the visions you had.

You haven't had enough time to learn your magic. But you start to save everyone, you used the Batman Batarangs to distract him and save the others. The Anti-Monitor starts to attack you but you can dodge his attacks. They got the perfect moment and you helped them with the infinite shrinking prison gadget. It worked and everyone is happy about it.

✧ ✯ ✧ ✫

After saving the world, Barry created the justice league and asked you to join. But you said no to his offer for now.

”Why did you say no?” Kate asked.

”I’m going to be trained by Dr. Fate to understand my magic and get stronger” You said.

”So, we won't see you for a while?” Kate asked.

”Yeah. I don't know how long it will take but I will be back soon. He is the only one who can help me understand my powers” You said.

”I get it, Y/N. I will call you to check up on you now and then” Kate said.

”I’m okay with that” You said.

Kate hugged you. At the mansion, there is going away party for you. You hugged everyone and everyone is at the party. Alfred hugged you and you will miss him.

[ragingbookdragon]

Ooh, angst prompts! My favorite! If you would be so kind as to hurt me with "It was a nightmare, that's all."

Hit me with your best shot, dearie!

Ta-ta!

-Spicy Bi™

Okay, this was supposed to be angst but I went fluffy at the end, y'know? Love ya Taz! <3

"It was a nightmare, that's all."

***

Diana!

She shot up in the bed, eyes wide and panicked, sweat rolling down her temples, breath coming in and out in pants. Hands rested on her cheeks, turning her face to the woman next to her. “Diana, it’s okay.”

“I don’t…” Diana whispered breathlessly. “I don’t know what happened.”

“You were thrashing around in your sleep.”

She raised a hand to her chest, pressing her palm to her heart; the pounding started to calm, but the memories were still there. Her lover’s body covered in blood, the decapitated head held in the grip of her worst enemy. Diana reached out and held her lover to her, one hand coming up to cup her nape, the other pressed against her back. Firm. Protective. Loved.

She knew why. Part of her power allowed for dream seeing. “Diana,” she calmed, pressing her lips to the Amazonian Princess’ eyelids. “It was a nightmare, that’s all it was.” She hummed against Diana’s skin. “I’m right here. We’re okay.”

“Yes,” Diana sighed in relief. “Just a nightmare.”

“And we’re here,” her lover murmured, drawing her lips along the Amazon’s face to her lips. “Safe, sound, and alive.”

“I love you,” Diana professed. “I love you, my darling.”

“And I you.”

[ragingbookdragon]

For FFF "You won because she let you win" with Jay Todd

"You won because she let you win." WONDERSIS WONDERSIS WONDERSIS

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The tip of the training sword touched her throat and she inhaled quietly as she looked up into the eyes of her lover, his own narrowed in quiet victory. “Yield,” he commanded and for a moment she considered continuing their fight—curse her indignant streak.

“I yield,” she replied, and he pulled the sword away, replacing it with his hand.

With a grunt, he heaved her to her feet. “Good fight, babe.” He commented. “You really made me work for that win.”

She smiled with hidden humor and gestured to herself. “I’m going to clean up.”

As she walked off, footsteps sounded behind him and he turned, seeing Diana coming to him. “I was watching from the sidelines. You fight well, Jason.”

“Thank you, Diana,” he said, then chuckled, “She was holding back though.”

Diana grinned knowingly, “Oh? So, you know you won because she let you win?”

“Of course,” Jason noted. “She’s got a whole different set of skills than you, but she’s still an immortal warrior who’s trained for thousands of years more than I have.” He looked at her. “If she had wanted to win, I would’ve been put down in two seconds flat.”

Diana tipped her head side to side as she left; nudging him in the ribs, she corrected, “It actually would have been one.”

[ragingbookdragon]

When Will My Weight Be Too Much For You?

Barry Allen x Wondersis One-Shot

Word Count: 1.6 Warnings: Explicit Language, Slight Angst

Author's Note: Based off this ask right here! Enjoy! -Thorne

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Diana said this is the way to leave my grievance where you can hear it instead of straight from my mouth. I must deliver it this way because if I were to see you at this very moment, I would say things that would be improper of a princess and a partner in our relationship. Bartholomew, I do not say this lightly, but your unattendance to the unveiling of the museum exhibit has wounded my heart. You promised you would make it in time to see me reveal it to the world. I know you are busy, believe me I know, but I had asked you multiple times to check your schedule to clear it. Please wait for me to contact you again, it should be within the next few days. I would like to exert this potent emotion from mind and body before we meet once more. And though this event has occurred, please understand that my love for you has not changed. I still love you very much, Bartholomew Allen and I always shall. Farewell. End of message. To repeat, please press the pound key.

Barry banged his head on the desk as the message ended for the eighth time that night. He felt like such a fool. Such a bumbling, moronic fool. (Y/N)’d called him the day before and reminded him and he still forgot about the museum exhibit being unveiled today. He’d been so caught up in the labs that day that by the time he’d actually gotten a break, it was past three—four hours past the event.

So much for having super-speed. He’d been late. Again. And this time, he’d upset (Y/N) so much that she didn’t even want to see him for a few days. And Barry wasn’t sure what he was more upset about—missing the event and hurting her or hearing the devastation in her voice from the message. Whichever it was, it hurt Barry to the core. The type of hurt that made even his chest feel sore and his eyes sting. And all Barry could do was sit and wait, planning out how to make it up to her, and hope that she still wanted to be with him after.

***

(Y/N) hefted the javelin by her head, cocking it back as far as she could before she threw it with all her might, taking out an entire tree in the backyard of Wayne Manor. It’d been four days since the museum event, four days since Barry hadn’t showed, and four days since she’d called in sick, instead of being at home, being at Wayne Manor. Oddly enough, it was the one place she could work out her emotion—there seemed to be no end to criminals and Bruce’s family didn’t seem too particularly bothered by an Amazon being present or watching her break the Joker’s legs—they enjoyed that.

With a heavy sigh, she collapsed into the grass, gazing up at the sky as she let her limbs sprawl out. She wasn’t angry or upset with Barry anymore. Well, there was a little annoyance, but the majority had been worked out. All that was left was the feeling in her chest that made her sigh all the time—exasperation. Barry was the greatest man alive, probably better than Clark Kent, but Gods if he wasn’t the latest man alive too. He was always late

Another puff of air escaped her, and she closed her eyes as the grass crunched near her. “Have you come to gloat?”

Someone chuckled. “You’ve been out here since four AM, (Y/N). Aren’t you tired?”

“Not particularly, Bruce.” She returned, cracking one eye open to see him dressed in his suit; he’d probably just gotten back from work. “Are you going on patrol soon?”

Bruce glanced at his watch. “It’s a quarter to six. Sun’s going down. I’m going to get ready.”

(Y/N) nodded, starting to rise. “Then I shall get ready too.”

“Actually, (Y/N), I think you should go back to Central City.”

She paused, looking down at him—though their height wasn’t much different, a few inches give or take—and asked, “Have I overstayed my welcome? I apologize if I have.”

He shook his head. “Never.” Reaching out, he placed a hand on her shoulder. “But I think you should go home and talk to Barry.”

An eyebrow arched on her head, though her heart was fluttering at the mention of Central City being home. “Why?” she was genuinely curious, or perhaps suspicious of his answer. It seemed like he wanted her to talk to Barry more than he wanted her to leave.

“Because Barry Allen is moping so much during League meetings that it makes me look cheerful,” Bruce scowled. “I’m sick of seeing the poor man so distraught over his mistake.”

(Y/N) frowned. “My intentions were not to cause such distress, I just—”

“You left him a voicemail that practically tore his heart out.”

“I just—” she stopped, gaping at him. “How did you know?”

Bruce blinked. “That’s not important. What is important is that you go home to your boyfriend and tell him you love him and that you’re not angry anymore.” He shifted his hands, grabbing her face gently but firmly. “For the love of God, (Y/N), please, forgive the poor bastard.”

(Y/N), with a pinched face, looked down on the man and grunted, “If you wish to keep your hands, I suggest you remove them. Now.”

“Just go home. Please,” Bruce griped, pulling away from her. “I’m so sick of looking at Barry moping like a lovesick drunkard.”

She waved in defeat. “I shall back my bag.”

Suddenly, her duffel bag was in her face. “Already packed,” he said. “Go home.”

“I am feeling the love,” (Y/N) laughed, tugging the tight strap over her body, and rose into the sky. “Until we see one another again, my dear friend.”

Bruce waved as flew off. “See you around, Vanguard.”

***

By the time she’d returned to Central City, it was well into the night, quite possibly the early hours of the morning. The city was asleep, few cars were on the road and even fewer skyscrapers were lit up with company. (Y/N) slipped into the apartment through the bedroom window, too lazy to walk up the six flights of stairs and through the front door like she knew she should, but no one was watching, so who cared?

Apparently, Barry did, because the moment her second foot touched the floor, she was being yanked to the ground, faster than she could realize what was happening. She thrashed beneath the weight pinning her to the floor, one hand wrapping around Barry’s wrist, the other his throat as she cocked one of her legs up underneath his pelvis and to her chest, shoving at him.

Tipping their weight, he went down, and she flipped atop him, then shifted her hand to grab his other wrist, holding them both beside his head.

“Peace Barry!” she comforted firmly. “It is me, (Y/N).”

Barry stopped squirming, blinking in the darkness. “(Y/N)?”

“Yes,” she answered, letting him go so she could reach up and flick the night-side lamp on. The room was illuminated with soft yellow glow, and she glanced down at him with an easy smile. “I cannot imagine how you heard me. I was dead silent coming inside.”

He blinked. “I was awake and rolled over. All I saw was someone in the bedroom.” Barry reached up, cupping her cheek. “You’re home.”

(Y/N) leaned down, brushing her nose against his. “I am home.” Smiling sadly, she added, “And sorry I left like I did…and for making you hurt. I hope you can forgive me, Barry. I should have acted maturely and not run from my problem like a child.”

“No-no-no-no,” he worried, sitting up, taking her with him. “You don’t have anything to apologize for.”

“But I—”

Barry shook his head, brushing his thumb across her cheekbone. “I broke my promise to you, (Y/N). You reacting how you did was understandable.”

“Perhaps to a human,” she argued. “But not for a princess. And especially one of Themyscira.” (Y/N) cupped his face in her hands and pressed her forehead to hers. “It was just a museum exhibit, Barry. You are more important to me than pieces of history.”

His blue eyes were bright even in the dull light and his smile was as wide as a mile. “I love you, (Y/N).”

She matched his smile. “I love you more, Barry Allen.”

“Well, I love you most,” he countered, and she giggled, shaking her head.

“Impossible,” she bantered. “My love for you knows no bounds.”

“Oh yeah?” he bet, wrapping one arm around her waist, whilst the other fumbled for the bedside, rising to his feet. “Hmm, my love is eternal.” He turned, (Y/N) sinking into the mattress as he climbed onto the bed, looking at her.

An evil smirk crossed her lips and Barry’s body flushed with heat as his cheeks darkened, and before he could even blink, he was being flipped, staring up as she gazed down at him. “H-honey,” he stuttered as her fingers deftly undid the buttons of his pajama shirt, spreading it open to reveal his toned chest. He really flushed when she bent down and pressed a kiss to the center of his chest, ebbing upwards to his throat, only leaving a trail of crimson love bites in her wake.

“Your love is eternal, hmm?” she cooed against his skin, heatedly kissing along his jaw to whisper in his ear. “Prove it to me.”

[ragingbookdragon]

Time Stops When I Look At You

Barry Allen x Wondersis One-Shot

Word Count: 1.8K Warnings: None

Author's Note: Based on the ask I received! Love this pairing now! -Thorne

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When he opened the door at seven AM after getting in at three that morning, he wasn’t happy. And Hal Jordan certainly wasn’t happy to see her with a bright smile on her face as she greeted, “My dearest friend! What a blessed morning we are having, yes!”

He blinked blearily at her. “It was a blessed morning…when I was still sleeping.”

“Are you telling me you do not rise with the sun and train?” she asked. “I thought that was standard for the warriors of the United of American States.”

“United States of America, (Y/N),” he corrected, opening the door. “And to answer your question, I haven’t been in the military for a few years now. I get to sleep in before I go to work.”

(Y/N) hummed as she stepped inside. “That seems like a waste of valuable time.” She glanced back at him. “I have something important to discuss with you.”

Hal merely made a noise low in his throat and lumbered down the hall, her on his heels, into his bedroom; he collapsed back onto the bed and pulled the covers up to his ears. “What’s on your mind, Princess?”

She quickly unhooked her greaves before climbing onto the bed, laying across his body. “I am unsure of how to show affections for someone.”

He adjusted his body so that her head was on his stomach. “Really? The Princess gifted by Aphrodite doesn’t know how to show you’ve got a crush on somebody? Who woulda thought?”

(Y/N) dug her chin into his gut. “You mock me, my dearest friend.” She let out a sigh. “I was going to offer him a blade forged by my mother and sisters and recite Sappho’s Ode to Aphrodite to win his favor.” Her eyes drifted to his. “But I do not know if he likes poetry.”

“Who is ‘he’?” Hal asked.

“Bartholomew.”

He blinked. “Wait…you mean Barry? Like…our Barry?”

She nodded. “Yes.” (Y/N) stared at him. “Does Bartholomew enjoy poetry, Harold? I have more pieces prepared. The Iliad for example.”

“Please, God, don’t call me Harold.” He shuddered. “Makes me think my mom is scolding me.” He sighed, laying his head back. “Barry’s…not exactly a poetry guy. He’s more the ‘take me to a science museum’ type of guy.”

(Y/N) hummed thoughtfully. “Interesting! What is a science museum?”

“Big building with a bunch of things that make lovers of science all tingly inside.”

“And you think Barry would like that better than a sword and poetry?”

Hal snorted. “(Y/N), let’s get one thing clear. You could give Barry a dowry of a million dollars, and he’d still not get the hint.” He glanced down at her. “You’ve literally gotta tell him you like him or he’s not going to get it. Hell, probably though a science line. That’s one way to get through to him. Actually, that’s probably the only way to get through to him.”

“Hmm…and to think I had a dowry prepared back home.”

“What? Seriously?”

“Of course. Many animals and a great deal of gold.” She turned over onto her back, resting the back of her head on his stomach. “Where is a science museum I can take him to? I do not know if there is one in the city I live in.”

“There’s a really cool one in Chicago,” he offered. “I know Barry’d get a hard-on for that place.”

“A hard-on?” (Y/N)’s brows furrowed. “What does that mean?”

“Uh…”

“Is that another euphemism for arousal?”

“…Yeah.”

“You are such a man.”

“Thank you for noticing,” he chirped, glancing out the window. “Well…you woke me up and since I’m awake…wanna get pancakes?”

(Y/N) jumped up, excitement crossing her face. “YES! I LOVE THE CAKES OF PAN! THEY ARE DELICIOUS!”

Hal chuckled, tossing the covers from his body. “Lemme shower really quickly. Hey, and make sure you text Barry about going so he can put it in his schedule.”

She pointed at him. “That is a wonderful idea.”

***

(Y/N) glanced at the watch on her wrist for what seemed like the millionth time, holding the umbrella with her other. The rain poured around her, thunder rumbling above, but she stood hopeful that the Scarlet Speedster would eventually show. They had talked about the museum for days and she’d been anticipating it ever since they agreed to meet up.

Barry had texted that he would be there in the morning, but that had been hours ago, and he hadn’t answered his phone after she’d last called. (Y/N) pursed her lips as the sky darkened, and not from the storm, wondering if he had forgotten.

Perhaps I should have given him the sword and recited the poem? She frowned and looked around, seeing couples walking around, sharing umbrellas and laughing, joy etched onto their faces. No, I must wait. He said he would be here.

But as the hours dwindled and the day turned into evening, she realized he wasn’t going to make it in time. With a sigh, she turned to the doors of the museum; most of the lights were being shut off and the workers were leaving to go home for the evening.

(Y/N) smiled sadly and gripped her umbrella, turning to walk down the street. There was always tomorrow.

***

Barry rushed back to his house, speeding into his bedroom to yank out a dress shirt, a pullover sweater, and a pair of khakis that he hadn’t yet ruined. He’d completely forgotten all about the museum trip (Y/N)’d invited him on, getting so caught up in cases and running around Central, that by the time he remembered, it was already a quarter to six.

He changed and sped through his door, the streets of Central City turning into a blur as he headed for the museum in the next state. He skidded to a stop outside the museum, eyes widening when he saw the doors shut and the lights off.

“Oh no,” he whispered, looking around for (Y/N); she was nowhere to be seen. “Oh no.”

He sprinted down the street, trying to remember if she’d said she was wearing a blue dress or a red one. He should’ve remembered earlier. He should’ve sent a text. He should’ve called. He should’ve—

WHAM!

Barry went barreling to the ground, landing atop something warm and soft. The scent of flowers and metal oil flooded his senses, and after he caught his bearings, he looked up, cheeks flushing when he realized he’d landed on a woman and more importantly, face first into her chest.

“Good evening, Bartholomew.” His eyes darted to the woman’s face, and he saw (Y/N) smiling at him. “You are late.”

He floundered. His mouth opened and closed but nothing came out except a pitiful burst of air as he scrambled off her, face as red as his suit. He bent down, hauling her up. “I’msosorryIdidn’tseewhereIwasgoingandIlandedonyouandIputmyfaceinyourchestandI’msosrry!”

(Y/N) blinked at him. “I…I did not catch that, Bartholomew. Can you repeat that? Slower, perhaps?”

He raised his hands to his face, covering them as he apologized profusely, “I am so sorry, (Y/N). I didn’t mean to be late or land on you or—or stick my face in your—I’m really sorry!”

She giggled. “I am not offended.” She reached out and took his hand, pressing it to her chest. “Many friends have rested their heads on my bosom. They are comfortable, are they not? Like the finest cushions.”

Barry’s jaw dropped and this time all that came out of him was strangled noise. “I can’t feel my face,” he whispered, and she pressed her free hand to his cheeks.

“Hmm, your face is very hot. Shall we go find somewhere cool to rest?” she asked, taking the hand still pressed against her chest; she laced their fingers. “I saw an ice cream store down the street here.”

He let himself be tugged along. Every circuit in his brain had been burned out and his heart was fluttering way too fast for him to think about anything other than calming it down. But it was impossible. Barry could feel the warmth from (Y/N)’s body, could smell the delicate fragrance of roses, could see the beauty that threatened to blind him.

(Y/N) led him around for a few moments, then stopped in front of an ice cream parlor that had a big blue sign. “Here we are.” She led them inside and glanced at the menu. “Do you want anything?”

Barry blinked, looking up, though it was all a blur, still shell-shocked. “I, uh, a milkshake? Chocolate?”

She smiled. “I will order for us. Please, go sit.”

He did as she said, collapsing into one of the seats in the corner, immediately rubbing vigorously at his face to will the blush away.

After a few moments, (Y/N) sat down across from him and placed a frozen drink down. “Here you are, Bartholomew.”

Barry glanced up to see her with her own straw in her mouth, eyes shut, face drawn in joy as she sipped her milkshake. “Thank you,” he replied. “How much was this?”

“Please do not worry about repayment. I do not need one.” She looked at him with a smile. “You came.”

Suddenly he remembered how late he was. The entire day had gone by; Barry lowered his head. “(Y/N)…I’m so sorry about not making it here earlier. I never meant to leave you here all alone.”

“You are a busy man and I understand, Bartholomew. You need not apologize to me.”

He looked up and gazed at her. “You weren’t there. I thought you’d left and gone home.”

“Of course not,” she said, eyes wide. “We said we were going to meet. I was waiting for you.” She coughed slightly. “But I had to use the restroom, so that is the reason you did not see me immediately.”

“Wait,” Barry said. “Were you…were you waiting here all day?”

(Y/N) blinked. “Yes?”

Now Barry felt like a bigger jerk, and he let his head drop again. “I feel terrible, (Y/N). I’m so sorry.”

She merely stared at him, heart beating against her rib cage and the words of her people’s poetry came back to her, but so did Hal’s words. You have to tell him.

Reaching out, she rested her hand on his, urging, “Bartholomew, will you look at me, please?”

He did as she asked, meeting her eyes. “Yeah?”

(Y/N) smiled. “You must be the speed of light, because time stops when I look at you.”

For what felt like the millionth time, Barry’s mouth dropped open. She didn’t know if that was a good or a bad sign. “I…figured you would like, a line as Harold calls it, that was scientific.” (Y/N) smiled awkwardly. “I care for you, Barry. More than the bonds of battle have forged between us and…I would like to spend more time with you. Intimate…close time with you. Just us.”

Barry nodded dumbly, turning his hand over so his palm touched hers; he brushed his thumb over the back of her hand. “I would love to, (Y/N).”

“Oh, you would?” she inquired, face full of joy and he nodded, a smile crossing his own lips.

“Absolutely. But I have one request.”

“Yes?”

Barry smiled at her. “Call me Barry.”

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I humbly request for fff, wonderson being a himbo and the batfam just confused and Jason is like ‘that’s my boyfriend!’

*chanting* HIMBO WONDERSON HIMBO WONDERSON!

***

He’d lost sight of him. It’d taken all but fifteen seconds for the Amazon to wander off like a kid in a toy shop and Jason had lost him. That was okay. He’d lost Damian in the Gotham Mall the other day, but to be perfectly honest, he meant to do that. Jason could find him in no time. He was Jason Todd, The Red Hood, Son of Bruce Wayne—he could do this.

That was until he ran into his family—fuck, he had no idea they were coming to the carnival—and had to smile awkwardly like he hadn’t shot himself in the foot with losing his boyfriend like a novice and then again when he lied and said he’d been waiting for them to arrive.

Bruce had an arm around Selina’s waist, and she was gently petting Damian like he was a content little cat, Dick and Kori were giggling as they talked about the photo booth, and Tim, Cass, Steph, and Duke kept making bets on who was going to throw up the most carnival food on the roller coaster. Jason on the other hand was internally panicking, mind going to the worst possible scenarios of what was going to happen to his boyfriend if he didn’t find him fast enough.

He should’ve been holding his hand. Paying more attention. Should’ve—

“JASON!” someone bellowed from the other side of the attractions. “JASON! MY HEART! I HAVE WON YOU THE STUFFED OF ANIMALS!”

Everyone, and Jason meant everyone, turned to see the big and tall man bounding his way over like a giant puppy, waving an even bigger stuffed puppy in his arms.

“I HAVE WON THE GAME OF STRENGTH AGAINST THE STRONG MAN IN YOUR HONOR!”

Jason’s face felt like the sun. he had no doubt that his cheeks were the color of his hood, but he couldn’t help the stupid, giddy smile that was threatening to split his face in half.

“Jason? Who the heck is that?” Dick asked.

He merely giggled—Jason-fucking-Todd giggled like a schoolgirl who’d been kissed on the cheek. “My boyfriend.”

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A League Of Her Own

A Wondersis One-Shot

Word Count: 1.4K Warnings: None

Author's Note: I guess I now have to put a "Wonderfamily" portion in my DC Masterlist! Enjoy! -Thorne

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“And this! Dear sister! Is where my team and I meet to save the world!”

Her eyes were wide with wonder and awe, gazing around the room as she breathed, “Diana, you save the world here? Every day?”

Diana shrugged. “It is mostly every day. We typically arrive to the Watchtower when one of us has a mission.” She grinned. “It is usually Batman who calls us.”

Her head swiveled. “Batman? Is he here?” She smiled, taking Diana’s hands. “Oh, I so wish to meet all your friends! The Flash and Green Lantern and Superman and—”

“Peace, (Y/N),” Diana giggled. “I shall introduce you to them all.”

(Y/N)’s smile only widened. “You cannot blame me for being so excited sister. You come home and tell me stories of your adventures and it is all I can do to be—” she cut herself off with a gasp, pointing to something in the corner. “WHAT IS THAT!”

Her sister merely watched bemusedly as (Y/N) sped over to the machine, poking and prodding it. “That is an ice cream machine.”

“How does it work?” she questioned, and Diana walked to her side, grabbing a cup from the side before putting it under the nozzle.

“Like this.” She pulled the lever and couldn’t help but laugh as (Y/N)’s eyes widened, head cocking sideways as she watched the frozen treat swirl in the cup.

“Amazing,” she breathed, and Diana handed her the cup along with a spoon.

“This is chocolate ice-cream. Be careful not to—”

(Y/N) stuck a giant spoonful in her mouth, eyes widening as she blurted. “Iss o old!”

“Sister,” Diana sighed with amusement. “I tried to warn you.”

“Old—old—old,” she whined, snapping her mouth shut, and her expression morphed into joy as she swallowed. (Y/N) shoved the cup in her sister’s face. “This is fantastic! Who created this? I must congratulate them!”

Diana fell to pieces in laughter, her sister puffing her cheeks. “Why are you laughing at me, Diana! I am being completely serious!”

“I know you are, but the inventor is…no longer alive.”

(Y/N)’s lips pulled downwards. “How sad!” she stuck the spoon back in her mouth, holding out her hand. “Ow e ore!” Diana grinned and took her hand, leading her around.

***

Some twenty minutes later, the two women were walking down the hall when (Y/N) suddenly stopped, unbeknownst to Diana, who kept talking. “You would never know the Watchtower was up here. We have the ability to—(Y/N)?”

She turned, glancing at her sister who was staring out one of the bigger windows, eyes big and round with awe, mouth open slightly; her hands were pressed tight to her stomach. “Sister?” Diana worried, walking back. “Is everything alright?”

(Y/N) glanced at her, ushed tears in her vision. “The world…it is…beautiful.”

Diana’s face eased from concern to warmth as she wrapped her arms around (Y/N), resting her head on her sister’s shoulder. “It is.”

“I never would have believed I would be able to see it in its entirety like this. I am overcome with such emotion.”

“It is love.”

(Y/N) nodded. “Yes. It is.” She reached up and wiped her eyes. “I also have an urge to paint this wondrous masterpiece.”

Diana laughed. “I do not know if the Watchtower could hold the beauty your painting would produce.”

“You flatter me, sister.”

“Nonsense, I speak the truth.” She pulled away, glancing down the hall. “If you will excuse me for just a moment. I need to use the restroom.”

“Of course,” she nodded. “I will wait here for you.”

(Y/N) watched Diana walk off before turning back to the window, stepping up to it; she raised a hand and rested the tips of her fingers on the glass, feeling the chill on her skin. It was absolutely beautiful, the flow of the clouds against the bright blue water, along the green and tan of the lands. Her fingers itched to paint. To create. To weave and design tapestries that would remind her of this moment. All of it.

Someone’s arm fitted around her waist. “Hey Wonder Woman, you look absolutely beautiful in this light.”

She turned her head, seeing a brown-haired man with caramel eyes gazing at her. “Who are you?”

He blinked, eyes widening as he said, “You’re not Wonder Woman. Who are you?”

“My sister and I are two completely different women.” (Y/N) pulled from his grip. “But I asked you first. Speak or I shall drag the truth from you.”

“Is that a promise?” he flirted. “Because I totally have a thing for—NGH!”

His response was cut off by (Y/N) who yanked him forward by the arm and shoved him up against the window, pinning his arms behind him.

“Answer my question!” she shouted, shoving his arms up until he let out a grunt and raised on his toes to keep from feeling the pain.

“Hey! Easy! I need those arms!”

“You will need more than arms if you do not tell me who you are!”

“Hal Jordan!” he shouted. “I’m Green Lantern!”

(Y/N)’s eyes narrowed. “We shall wait for Diana to return to confirm that truth.”

“I’m telling you the truth!”

“And we shall see.”

Footsteps sounded from down the hall and she glanced over, seeing Diana coming down, a man in red and another in blue following.

“Sister!” she called out. “I have apprehended this man! He claims to be the Green Lantern!”

Diana sighed, dragging a hand down her face. “(Y/N)…Hal is.”

She looked at Diana, then to Hal, then back to Diana. “Truly? Him? He looks so…plain though?”

“Don’t sound so disappointed,” he muttered, cheek still smushed up against the glass; he glanced at the man in red. “Hey Barry.”

The man, Barry, snickered. “Having fun, Hal?”

“Oh, you know, this is just another Tuesday night for me.” He wiggled his fingers. “Is that your breastplate, pretty woman? It’s awfully cold. I’d be happy to warm it up for you.”

(Y/N) scowled, stepping away from his hands. “You are absolutely disgusting. Diana you cannot possibly work with such a lecher.”

Diana giggled at Hal’s outcry of offense. “You get used to him, sister.” She waved. “Now please, let him go. You’ll break the poor man’s arms.”

She did as Diana commanded, letting him go and Hal sunk back to the floor, shaking out his arms. “Damn, you’ve got a strong grip, pretty woman.”

“My name is not ‘pretty woman’,” she griped. “I am Princess (Y/N) of Themyscira.”

Hal grinned at her. “Pleasure you meet you, Princess.”

(Y/N)’s lip curled, and she turned her attention to Diana. “Are all men like this?”

“Thankfully, no,” her sister said, placing hands on both Barry and the man in blue’s backs. “May I introduce Barry Allen the Flash and Clark Kent, who is Superman.”

(Y/N)’s disgust fell away to happiness as she stepped up and hugged them both. “It is my honor to meet you both! Diana has talked about all of you in great detail.”

“Has she talked about me?” Hal questioned and she turned her head.

“No.”

“Darn shame. I’m a great conversation topic.”

She looked at Diana. “Is he always this arrogant?”

“No,” she shrugged. “Sometimes he is asleep.”

The sisters laughed whilst Hal pouted, and Barry asked, “Princess (Y/N), would you like to come to the cafeteria and eat some lunch?”

She smiled. “You may call me (Y/N), Barry. But yes, I would like to. That is, if Diana is coming too?”

“I would sister, but Clark was coming to get me for a meeting with Batman.” Diana excused, turning to Superman who nodded.

“We’re discussing some changes to the Watchtower communicators,” he said and (Y/N) merely smiled.

“I understand. We shall meet up later then.” Her eyes drifted to Barry’s. “Are you going with them?”

“Nope,” he said, popping his bottom lip. “Bruce said it was okay for me to skip out. He held out his arm. “May I escort you?”

Laughing, she looped her arm with his. “You may.” As she passed Hal, she held out her free arm. “Are you coming?”

He glanced at her. “I thought you didn’t like me?”

“It is too early to decide such a thing. Do I think you are a lecher? Absolutely. But that is merely my first opinion.” (Y/N) smiled. “I believe you will change it.”

Hal cracked a grin and looped his arm with hers. “See, if you really wanna change it, you should let me take you flying.”

“Oh? Like in a jet? Diana has one,” she chirped, letting the two men lead her down the hall.

“Of course in a jet. See there’s this place in Coast City—”

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I hope I’m not too late but I humbly request for wondersis flustering everyone in 10” heels for fff

FINALLY SOMEONE DID! YES! WE ROCK THIS BITCH!

***

Clicking drew everyone’s attention from Batman’s display to the doorway, their jaws dropping at the woman standing there, the skin-tight black dress laced up her sides. She smiled and even Diana gaped at her sister when the Amazon walked into the room wearing thigh high leather boots. But it wasn’t the boots that had shocked them—it was the length of the platformed heel—a full ten inches, bringing the Amazon’s usual height from 6’5” to 7’3”. She was even taller than J’onn and he was 6’7”.

She didn’t trip up or stumble at all as she waltzed to her seat and elegantly sat down. “Pardon my absence. There was a problem getting away from work.” Smiling at Batman, she murmured, “Please, continue,” and made a show of cocking one of her legs over the other, the muscles in her limb flexing and she felt a rush of power when Batman’s eyes widened ever so slightly and she heard Hal’s sharp, ‘Jesus Christ’.

The Dark Knight didn’t even skip a beat as he quickly continued into his PowerPoint and discussion, but she made it a point to meet the eyes of the men in the room and smile coyly at them.

Some hour and a half later, the meeting was done, and the group was rising, ready to disperse and she was slow to get up herself, checking a few messages on the phone she had. Someone’s hand touched her shoulder and she smirked. “Is there something you need?”

“Barry and I were wondering if you wanted to come get some food with us. Diana and Clark are coming. And they’re probably working on Bruce and Arthur too.”

She rose from her seat and turned, looking down at Hal and she merely offered him a bemused smile, taking his chin in her hand. “You are so tiny down there, Hal.” She thumbed his bottom lip, grinning when they parted, hot breath blooming across the pad of her finger. “I could squash you under my boot.” Her expression turned downright lusting. “I wonder how much you would enjoy such an activity.”

Pulling away, she strutted over to Barry and looped her arms around his neck, watching as the Speedster’s gaze became level with her chest and immediately, he flushed, blue eyes shot up to her face. “Problem Barry?”

He couldn’t even form words. “I—I don’t—it’s not—I—uh—”

“You are so adorable,” she quipped, kissing his cheek, and pulled from him, leaving him a blushing and stuttering mess.

“How come Barry gets a kiss and I don’t?” Hal complained.

She turned, walking confidently backwards. “Work for it and I shall do more than give you a kiss.”

Hal’s jaw went slack, and he almost collapsed into Barry. “Hold me up,” he begged. “Tall, beautiful women are my weakness.”

Barry could only nod, weakly holding Hal up. “I’ll say.”

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Can I get 43 with Kyle? 😊

You can!

43. Giving them a piggy-back ride

***

“My soul, I have told you that when we climb the lands that we must wear adequate protection!”

Kyle merely let out a humored, ‘pfft’ and inched his chin further on the Amazon’s shoulder. “I’m wearing tennis shoes, babe.”

“These shoes of tennis are not the footwear required to climb mountains, my soul,” he replied, lifting his own leg, and showing his boots. “Your good friend Harold gave these boots to me. They are the perfect mountain climbing shoes. Strong. Sturdy. Built for strenuous activity.”

“Is there a lesson somewhere in here that I haven’t heard yet?”

The Amazon laughed, the shaking rumbling through his back and into Kyle’s chest where the two were pressed up against one another. “Next time we climb the mountains, you should wear good footwear.”

Kyle harrumphed, squeezing the Amazon’s hips with his thighs, feeling the fingers underneath them tighten. “Now why would I do that when this is the treatment I get in the end?”

“You tease, my soul, but you are injured. You remember this, yes?”

“It’s just a sprained ankle. I’ve had worse.”

“True,” the Amazon agreed. “But I would rather you not injure yourself.”

“But if I do, you’ll take care of me, right?” Kyle asked and the Amazon turned his head, smiling at Kyle before brushing his lips to the corner of Kyle’s.

“I will always take care of you, my soul. For as long as we are together and even after we are gone.”

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“Sister,” Diana asked quietly. “May I ask you a question?”

She looked over from the two sparring men. “Of course. You need not ever ask.”

“I am aware,” she countered. “I have to ask though…what do you see in Hal?”

A grin crossed over her lips, and she glanced back towards the men, watching the said man pick himself up off the ground as the other stood above him with a smile.

“Hal is a good man. He is loyal, handsome, and extremely strong-willed.”

“But?” Diana encouraged.

“But he is also very dumb, and I find it very endearing.”

She blinked in confusion. “You…you find his dumbness endearing?”

“I do,” she nodded. “It makes me feel very good about myself when I make him look foolish in front of people.”

“Sister,” Diana admonished. “That is cruel.”

“Perhaps,” she agreed. “But he has not caught on yet, so why stop what he has not learned?”

Her sister tsked at her. “You are terrible.”

She smirked and pinched her fingers close together. “Just a bit,” she said before calling out, “My darling, that is a shield in your hand! You are supposed to block and bash with it! Not throw it around!”

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Imagine how choatic good would be Kara zor-el and wondersis.

Bonus: exhausted superman and wonder woman dealing with them

Kara Zor-El and Wondersis have been affectionately named "The Terrible Two" because when they get together, it's complete devastation to enemies and countries who have to fork out billions of dollars in reconstruction from all the destroyed city.

Kara likes to launch Wondersis like Captain America does to Black Widow because there's nothing more awesome and hysterical than seeing a 6'5" golden goddess being shot into the sky then coming back down with the fury of a thousand Amazon warriors whilst she's cackling like a crazed old coot and swinging a giant war-hammer.

Diana has to wonder (pun intended) how her sister evolved from a regal "I-Have-A-Stick-Shoved-Up-My-Ass-And-Hate-Fun" Amazon, to a completely chaotic barbarian that likes to out-drink Guy Gardner and hug Batman until his back cracks in places it shouldn't.

And Clark can't understand how punching people through solid concrete walls brings two women together, but he's happy that Kara's making a good friend and isn't going to question it since the two seem to be the only ones who can talk the other out of complete shitstorms

[ragingbookdragon]

Curiosity got the best of me, how did Diana get wonderson?

BUCKLE UP BITCHES IT'S STORY TIME!

***

So, Diana is some five thousand years old, and during those years when she was maturing into what we would call “our early twenties”, she realized she wanted a child, to be a mother since it wasn’t something that was inherently common amongst the Amazons. She didn’t necessarily share that news with Hippolyta, for fear that her mother would say something like, “You’re not yet ready to have a child, yada-yada-yada”, so Diana decided to keep it a secret.

She went to a rather secluded area in one of the forests where someone had set up a shrine to Artemis and Apollo some thousands of years before she came into being. She gave them offerings and prayed for their guidance and for the two Gods to bless her with a child. When she returned home and slept, the two Gods came in a dream, telling her there would be a growing bud waiting for her. They told her for five hundred years, she would deliver this growing flower nutrients and water every day, and only after doing so, for five centuries, would she be gifted with a child. Diana awoke and returned to the shrine and sure enough, a teeny tiny bud was growing from the grass—thus began her test of devotion.

And so, every day, for five centuries, Diana would go to that shrine and water the flower, would spend hours weeding the area around it, spoke to it, nurtured it, loved it.

After five hundred years of constant daily devotion, the flower had grown, ready to unfurl its petals and Diana eagerly awaited to greet her child. The petals opened and there sat little baby Wonderson, giggling and awaiting his mother. Diana cried tears of joy and relief, took the boy into her arms, and gave thanks to Artemis and Apollo for giving her the child.

So, Wonderson is blessed by Artemis and Apollo, the two Gods worked together to create him (Not that way), though while it took Artemis’ power to grow the child, Apollo bestowed many of the gifts Wonderson has.

So yeah, that’s the creation story for Wonderson!

[ragingbookdragon]

'Please just hold me' with Jason and wonderson?

My babies :')

"Please just hold me."

***

“My heart, I am worried about you.” the Amazon murmured, sitting on the edge of the bed; he softly rested his palm on Jason’s head, smoothing the onyx tresses away from his face. “You have not eaten anything this day nor have left the bed.”

Jason sighed heavily, shifting his face to press deeper into the pillow as he muttered, “I’m just not feeling good today, babe.”

“Can I do anything for you?” he asked. “I do not feel like I am being a good lover if I am simply letting you suffer alone.”

His boyfriend looked at him, teal eyes pitiful as he begged, “Just hold me, please.”

The Amazon gave him a sad smile and crawled into the bed behind him, ready to press up against Jason’s back when the vigilante turned over and buried his face into the Amazon’s neck, arms winding around his waist. He hummed lowly and wrapped on arm around Jason’s shoulders, laying his palm at the nape of the man’s neck, a protective warmth bleeding into the vigilante’s body; his other arm lifted and rested along Jason’s thumb brushing soothing circles in his lover’s skin.

“I love you, my heart. Please don’t ever forget it.” Dampness seeped against his shirt, but he paid it no mind, simply pressing his lips to Jason’s head.

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“I’m really glad our sons have found love with one another,” Diana murmured, watching delightfully as her own son smiled like he’d seen the havens unfold as Jason perched on one of his legs, leaning sideways against his chest. “They make each other happy.”

Bruce’s gaze flitted over for a moment, and he smiled. “Jason’s never been one for public displays, but with your son, he seems okay with it.”

“Please, just last week we had lunch and when (Y/N) saw Jason he shouted at the top of his lungs, ‘My heart’.” She snorted. “Poor Jason was as red as wine while shushing him. It was adorable.”

“Jason mentioned that half of their relationship is him shushing (Y/N) in public.”

“He is just free with his joy.”

They heard a shout from the other side of the pool, looking over to see (Y/N) with an excited look on his face as he yelled, “My heart! Your thigh is magnificent! Built with such strength! I love it!”

Jason smirked. “Yeah? How ‘bout another one?” he asked as he cocked his other leg into (Y/N)’s lap and the Amazonian’s eyes widened, expression contorting into ecstatic joy.

“ANOTHER!” he cheered and the group around them laughed as Jason pressed his face into (Y/N)’s shoulder, upper body shaking with laughter.

Diana smiled. “They are perfect for one another.”

“They are,” Bruce murmured, leaning against the side of the hot tub. “I bet we’ll be planning a wedding soon.”

“Oh, I love weddings!” she chirped. “They will look magnificent in traditional garb.”

“Something tells me you’re not talking about suits.”

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“I would give up everything for the chance to hear your laugh again. To see you smile. To see you happy." with a character of your choice. Make me cry :)

In this house we pretend the storyline where he dies never existed :)

"I would give up everything for the chance to hear your laugh again. To see you smile. To see you happy."

***

She set the flowers down in front of the stone, bowing her head as she folded her hands to her chest, saying a quiet prayer. When she was finished, she looked at the name etched into the tomb. “Things are not going so well,” she murmured. “Max is dead. Diana did it to free Clark, but he and Bruce are not on good terms anymore. And the footage was broadcasted to the public. My sister is not in good favor with the world.”

Her hands fell to her lap. “Michael is not doing well either, not with losing you and to be honest…neither am I.” she swallowed the lump in her throat. “I told you not to go alone, you fool. I told you to take me with you, but you did not listen and went off alone.” Tears started swimming in her vision. “You left me, and we were left to pick up everything you left behind. I am angry and full of hatred for what happened to you, and I know that if you could speak to me you would say to keep going on and yet…”

She let out a shaky breath, tears starting to stream down her cheeks. “I would give up everything for the chance to hear your laugh again, to hear you and Michael’s boisterous laughter through the halls.” She started wiping them away, but they kept coming. “I would give it all to see you smile again. To see you happy. To see you beside me. Alive and in my arms.”

Her fingers rose to his name again. “Ted, I miss you.” Her heart felt like it was breaking all over again. “I miss you so much.”

Pressure touched her shoulder and she looked up, seeing Booster standing there, expression drenched in hurt, and he knelt beside her, holding her when she launched herself at him and sobbed on his shoulder. “I miss him,” she cried, clenching her hands in his jacket and Booster merely rested his chin on her head.

“I know,” he whispered, looking at Ted’s name. “I do too.”