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Two Worlds

Prompt: Uncle Tony Stark comes to visit

AN: This came to me in the middle of the night. I love how it turned out.

Words: 1259


          You walk through the building with an authority that comes from having mesmerized the halls when you were two. You don’t even pause, as you swipe your clearance card and pass through the doors. Tony had always been a tad sentimental, but not revoking your security clearance is just stupid.

          You ignore the gaping mouths and push open the office door. The sight that greets you makes you pause. Stiffening your shoulders, you don’t even bother with a greeting. A hand goes to your hip and you ask, “Where is he Pepper? From the look of things, I’d say he hasn’t stepped foot in the building in years.”  

          Pepper just stares at you, “Y/N, but you …”

          You sigh, “Went to another dimension, the dimension that is fusing with this one, and I need Tony to make sure the world doesn’t go kablooey.” When she just keeps staring at you, you snap, “Pepper!”

          She snaps back to reality and simply says, “He’s off the grid.”

          You smile “Then give me the coordinates for the new one. My email is the same.”  And then without another word you leave. Dialing the number, you know by heart, the phone rings three times before your husband finally picks up.

          “Did you get ahold of him?”

          You sigh as you slide into your car, “Of course not. Nothing with Tony is ever easy.”

          Bruce just chuckles, “I thought you said I reminded you of him.”

          You smirk, as you hook your phone to the bluetooth, and pull out onto the road. “Exactly, Bruce.”

          Your husband just laughs, “Well, Alfred always said you’re the only woman in the universe that would be able to put up with me.”

          You smile as the coordinates pop up on your phone, “The coordinates just came through, I’m off to see brother dearest.”

          “Good luck.”

          You turn off your phone and allow your mind to drift. Tony had been born three minutes after you. He’d always been smart, and always filled with a mind that was moving faster than everyone else’s. He’d never been able to stay still for long, and by the time he was sixteen he’d begun going through women faster than he went through red bull. Your parent’s death had sent him further over the edge.

          It had left you running the company. An accident in an experimental area had sent you careening through dimensions and had landed you in a world very similar to your own, but oh so different.

          You’d found an entry level position at Wayne enterprises and worked your way up in a matter of months. It had taken some time but eventually you had earned the trust of Bruce Wayne himself. It hadn’t taken you long to figure out his secret. He wasn’t nearly as good at hiding it as he thought. You had waited in the shadows until he needed you. You had never expected to fall in love with him.

          Fifteen years and seven kids later, found you still madly in love with the man, and still just as dedicated to protecting the new world you had become a part of.

          Then, the dimensions had started melding, and you had found yourself staring down a home you long thought was lost. Two weeks of research showed exactly how much had changed in your absence. Your brother had become a hero, aliens had invaded New York, and your brother had built a machine determined to destroy the world.

          Your brother had always been brilliant, and honestly you were thrilled to see that he had found something he had been passionate about. And now, he was needed again.

          The dimensions seemed to be erasing key events and people to compensate for how many things were melding. There was a chance to stop it from happening, if you were able to get Tony’s help.

          It takes you several hours to reach the building. Slowing to a stop right outside, you exit without a second thought. Guards are on you in seconds, and you simply raise an eyebrow in question, before the first Avenger steps out. You believe he’s called Vision.

          Stepping around the guns aimed at you, you walk right past the computer, machine, man, thing, and move into the building. You track his phone to a nook surrounded by windows. Stopping beside him you simply say, “So, I hear you’re still building things.”

          Tony just turns to you and says, “Did Y/F/N Margaret Stark just make a joke?”

          You smile, “I made an observation.”

          Tony finally turns to you, and you can’t help but sigh at what you see. His face now has lines, there are bags under his eyes, and he’s much too thin. When you don’t say anything he says, “So you were trapped in another dimension?”

          You nod, “The one that is slowly becoming a part of this one. And soon it will start erasing people, to compensate for the population increase.”

          “How sure are you about that?

          “99.99% It’s already started happening where I live.”

          Tony sits down on the window sill and looks up at you, “So this is how it is. My big sister comes back from the dead, apparently married,” he points at your ring, “and I don’t even get a hello, or at the very least a cookie.”

          You let out a deep breath before sitting down beside him, “I didn’t mean to vanish.”

          He nods, “I know. I got the reports. A scientist off his rocker started experimenting off the books, and when you went to fire him after finding out, he started the damn machine up, and it ended up killing three people, and you … well you just disappeared.”

          You cross your ankles, “I tried to find a way back, Tony.”

          “For how long?”

          The question catches you by surprise, but you answer anyways, “About two years. Until I got married. Until I felt like I was home for the first time since I was a kid.”

          “You ever think about me?”

          You smile, “Of course I did, you’re my little brother. And whenever my kids would do something especially stupid or especially bright I would tell them they were acting just like their Uncle Tony. They want to meet you by the way.”

          “So I have little nieces and nephews just running around.”

          “Nephews and niece,” You correct.

          “And the guy?”

          You smile’ “Head of a big company. Family owned like ours. He’s a really good guy, and an amazing father too.”

          Tony nods, and goes silent for a few minutes before saying, “Okay, let’s go.”

          “Go?”

          “Save the world. I’ve got to find this phone first. And then I have to meet this husband of yours. Something tells me I might need his resources from his world. I also have to deal with the secretary of state…”

          You pull a card out of your purse and hand it to him, “Have her call him. She’ll take care of it.”

          Tony just looks at the card for a minute before saying, “Amanda Waller.”

          You smile, “Any man within their right mind would be terrified of her.”

          Tony just shrugs, and extends his arm. You give him a half hug as the two of you walk out the building, “And just so you know sis. When all this is over, I reserve the right to kick this guy’s ass if I don’t like him.”

          You laugh, “You’re welcome to try.”

          Tony scoffs, “Try? I’m a superhero.”

          You smirk, “So is he.”

“I gotta memorize all this? There’s over four fucking pages of this shit!”

Reservoir Dogs (1992) Dir. Quentin Tarantino

In the beginning of Suicide Squad, Amanda Waller says that the problem with a metahuman is the “human” part. What Amanda Waller saw as the problem in Suicide Squad, Batman saw as Superman’s saving grace in Dawn of Justice. Waller spends Suicide Squad trying to suppress and manipulate fear, love, self-interest and the other things that make people human. Batman in Dawn of Justice is trying to defend humanity against what he perceives as an inhuman threat, and the realization that Superman is, indeed human is what drives him to spare Clark’s life. It really adds to the diametric opposition between Amanda Waller and Bruce Wayne in that post-credits scene and I hope we get to see them interact more in future movies.

Hard Eyes: Part 2

AN: There was a huge response to part 1, so I decided to go ahead and post part 2! Also I did a thing … Enjoy. Thanks to my beta’s for plowing through my works it means a ton! 

Words: 721

Part 1 


        You stare at the baby in the carrier. Penelope is fast asleep, oblivious to the world around her. She looks a lot like Bruce, all dark hair and long lashes. You sigh before adjusting the blanket around her a bit more. You don’t take your eyes off of her, even when someone slides into the chair across from you.

          “She’s pretty, like her mother.”

          You smile, and turn to face an old friend, “Hello Floyd.”

          He smiles back, “It’s been a while Y/N. To be honest I never expected to hear from you again. After all you were able to accomplish the dream, you got out. You have that perfect family, perfect husband, perfect life.”

          You smile, “If only you knew.”

          Floyd leans back in his chair, “Someone giving you a hard time?”

          “Bruce has been hurt. He underwent surgery to fix the effect of an attack, it’s been fourteen months and he’s still in physical therapy.”

          Floyd’s face grows serious, “How bad was it?”

          You bite your lip for a moment before saying, “He’s been able to learn to walk again. But it’ll be years before he’s back at full strength, if ever.”

          “I’m sorry to hear that. You need me to kill the guy who did it?” You give him the look, and he just smiles before holding up his hands in surrender, “I don’t know why you’re giving me that look, you’ve been out of the game for over ten years, for all I know you’ve gone soft.”

          You lean forward and whisper, “The day I go soft is the day that you miss a shot.” He just grins and you slide the folder over, “I need information on who could have taken the shot, or who could have made the poison the bullet was coated with. I find those guys I find the antidote.”

          “So it was more than just the bullet?”

          You nod, “The poison is what’s stopping the recovery progress. While the damage from the bullet was bad, and the surgery to remove it was a high risk procedure, technically he should have been able to make a full recovery in ten months, instead he’s very far behind. Deep level testing revealed the poison. We’ve had it for around six months and no progress has been made.”

          Floyd just leans back in his seat and asks, “Who the hell did Richie Rich piss off?”

          You stare at him, “Would I be asking for help if I knew?”

          He shakes his head, “I guess not. Can I ask you one question though?” You nod ,“Have you asked them for help, I mean they like Bruce too, hell even the voice of god is under Wayne’s protection.”

          You shake your head, “Harley and Ivy stay far away from me, just like you do Floyd. I became a traitor when I left, that means I don’t get anyone’s help.”

          He shakes his head, “That’s where you’re wrong, they stay away because they don’t want to mess it up for ya. You got normal, Baby Girl. That’s all any of us wanted, and we’ll be damned if you get it taken away from you. Why do you think every crook in Bludhaven drops their gun at the sight of your oldest boy? We have orders out, anyone who messes with him, earns a one-way ticket to the afterlife. And as for Waller, you were always her favorite, you were the Baby Girl. And we both know that brother of yours would do anything to protect you. Even if it means pretending he’s not your brother.”

          Floyd reaches across the table and grabs your hand, “We’ve been watching your back since you found that happy ending. Let me bring the squad in, let us handle this.”

          You hesitate, it would be so easy to let them take it, to wipe your hands clean of this entire mess, but you’ve never been one to pass your problems off to someone else. You cover his hand with your other one, and look him in the eye, “You forget Floyd, there is no getting out. Once a member of the Suicide Squad, always a member.”

          He just nods his eyes sliding over to the baby carrier, where your daughter is now wide awake. He just smiles and says, “She has your eyes.”

Secret is Out: Part 3

Prompt: What happens when secret identities are taken away from every DC superhero?

Words: 2060

Part 1, Part 2


        You just stare at the clock. Bruce is still busy entertaining your guests in the other room, but you couldn’t help but slip away. The entrance to the cave was a well-known secret within the league, but it’s still private. It’s a representation of what made the Batman. And after today, it would no longer be a secret.

          “I imagine it’s hard to let go of this secret.”

          You smile as Lucius sits down in the chair next to yours. “Batman has ruled our lives for so long, I’m not quite sure what we’ll do now that the secret is out. If Bruce makes a mistake, it’s on Bruce now, not the Batman. If he doesn’t show up it’s not the Batman’s fault, it’s Bruce’s. He puts enough pressure on himself, I don’t want the rest of the world putting that pressure on him too.”

          Lucius smiles, “Bruce Wayne has never been one to bow to public pressure. I thought you figured that out when he announced he’d married his childhood sweetheart after running away for four years with her.”

          You smile, and glance at the gold ring on your finger. “That was so much smaller than this.”      

          “And that Mrs. Wayne, is where you are wrong. You are the one thing he has ever allowed himself to be selfish about. You are the one thing he allows himself to put before the company, before Gotham, before the Batman. I honestly fear what he would have been, had you not come into his life.”

          You blush a bit, “Bruce has a large heart.”

          Lucius nods, “Indeed, but he fears loss more than anything.”

          You quiet down as the officials enter into the study. They’re eating out of Bruce’s hand, and in that moment you realize that some part of them still doesn’t believe what they’ve been told. They don’t believe he’s Batman.

          He looks at you with a questioning gaze and you just give him a smile. He holds your gaze for another second before striding towards the clock. He carefully moves the hands before stepping back. You watch the clock pop open, and move forward. Taking Bruce’s hand, you begin making the journey into the cave.

          The sounds of grunts fill your ears first, and you can’t help but smile. Apparently the boys had chosen to spar in the cave today. You break away from Bruce, as the first gasps fill the air. You watch as Dick soars through the air and lands perfectly before going into a fighting move. Jason responds with a grin, and side step.

          Tim is typing away at the computer, and Damian has yet to be seen. The boys all call out greetings as Alfred launches into the history behind the cave. Every once in awhile Lucius will chime in with a comment about the technology used.

          Bruce doesn’t say a word. He stands there and listens, with that charming smile on his face, and all of a sudden that smile is gone. His eyes are alert and his nostrils are flaring. Not a second later your missing son springs out of nowhere at Bruce. Bruce sidesteps the attack and catches Damian by the collar of his shirt. The boy comes back swinging.

          He’s more restricted than he’s used to. Slacks and dress shoes weren’t exactly made for sparring, but despite the hindrance he moves with his usual grace. He never stops Damian. He simply corrects. He completely forgets what he’s in the middle of. And you can’t help but smile, because even now, now that his cave is no longer a secret, he still falls into his roll effortlessly.

          You can see the shocked expressions on your guests faces. You wrap your arms around yourself. “The idea of the Batman was conceived when we were sixteen. Bruce had this grand idea of learning from every master there was. He tried to sneak out in the middle of the night, he tends to forget that I know him better than he knows himself. It wasn’t even a choice for me I just went with him.

          While he learned I studied. For eight years we went to these remote places at the tops of mountains. We traveled to places that no one else would dare got to. But we were together, and we had a plan.

          We got married three years into our journey. He proposed while we were eating this locally grown fruit in Tibet. We got married the same day. It didn’t really change anything, just meant that I was in charge of medical stuff when he got hurt. The monks stopped trying to separate us too. Then one day I said I wanted to go home, and he said okay. He’d beaten every master we had come across at that point.

          The tabloids had a field day. Bruce Wayne returns to Gotham, married to his high school sweetheart, and no pre-nup. They gave us six months, without realizing we’d already been married for five years. We got a kick out of that, and burned the rag when we reached that six-month mark. That was also around the time that the Batman appeared for the first time. We adopted Dick a year after that.”

          “You two never could do anything the easy way.”

          You turn towards the new voice and smile, “Amanda how are you?”

          Amanda Waller had become a near constant in your lives over the past several years. She had been key in obtaining full custody of Damian. And despite her and Bruce’s common spats, the two of you had lunch together at least once a month.

          Bruce’s attention was now back on you, and despite the fight, he didn’t have a drop of sweat on him. Neither did Damian for that matter. He just raises an eyebrow at your newest guest and says, “Waller.”

          The woman just rolls her eyes and says, “Calm down rich boy, I’m here to see your wife. Not you.”

          You smile and wink at your husband, “Told you she likes me best.”

          Amanda just smiles “Was that ever a question.”

          You chuckle, “Boys go get cleaned up for dinner. Bruce you have guests, don’t be rude.”

          Your husband just winks at you as the boys go running by. Amanda gives your arms a little squeeze of affection before going to join the group. You make your way back upstairs, and up to your bedroom.

          You collapse on your bed, and drift off to sleep. A weight settling somewhat on top of you wakes you up sometime later. And you smile as Bruce wraps his body around yours. He kisses your neck, and says, “I love you.”

          You snuggle into his embrace, “I love you more.”

          You feel him smile into your skin, “Not possible.” A second later he sits up and asks, “Are you feeling okay? You’ve been taking a lot of naps lately.”

          You stretch, “I’ve just been really tired lately. Not sure why. Are they gone?”

          He shakes his head, “No, they’ve just sat down to dinner. I made up some excuse about you having a headache, and coming to check on you.”

          You smirk, “Nice to know that we can still pull the excuses out every once in awhile.”

          “Well we have so many of them. Any chance you’re up for running the computers tonight?  They’re interested in the behind the scenes stuff, but I have a feeling the low life’s are going to want to test the rich boy.”

          You nod, “I’d be happy to.” You reach up and pull him down for a kiss When you break apart you whisper, “Are they expecting you back soon?”

          Bruce just grins and says, “Dick has enough charm to keep them occupied till patrol.” You just giggle as he kisses you again.

          The two of you are waiting in the cave when the boys lead your guests down. None of them say a word as they move towards the changing area. You take a sip of your tea, as you begin typing the parameters into the computer.

          As the boys come out of the changing area, you can feel the shift in the room. They pay no notice to your guests; they block them out. It’s another night of patrol, and they’re just doing what they need to. Dick, Jason and Tim head to their Bikes, as Bruce and Damian head to the Batmobile. There are no exchanges, no goodbyes, you’re all on the clock, and it’s time to get to work.

          Soon enough you fade into the work too. You deliver instructions, gather blueprints, and hack when it’s needed. You completely forget about the group of people who have pulled up chairs until Amanda says, “You weren’t kidding when you said your system was better than ours.”

          You give her a small smile, “Bruce did the first design with the help of Lucius. Tim came in later and beefed it up.”

          Amanda turns to Lucius and says, “Very impressive work Mr. Fox if you ever decide you’d like to change careers …”

          He cuts her off before she can finish, “I quite like my job Ms. Waller. I find Mr. Wayne to be an easy man to work for.” There’s several chuckles from the executives surrounding him, before there’s a curse on the other line.

          You have footage pulled up in a matter of seconds and you watch as Jason takes a rather nasty hit for Tim. You can hear the taunts of rich boy, freak, and little man coming through. They’re just as quickly silenced when Bruce surges forward. In that moment you realize that he has to prove himself all over again.

          It makes you sick. Literally sick. Alfred takes your place seamlessly as you run to the bathroom. You end up dry heaving for several minutes, and you’re grateful that you didn’t actually eat any dinner.

          “Does he know?”

          Still on your knees you turn to face Amanda. She’s a good woman but not a very sympathetic one. She doesn’t hold hair, and she certainly doesn’t rub backs. She’s a tough woman, who takes every opportunity she’s given, and seems to know everything, so it doesn’t really surprise you that she’s figured it out.

          You take a few moments to splash water on your face, before answering. “No, not yet. I was going to tell him, and then the news broke. He has enough on his plate right now.”

          Amanda just stares at you, “He’s the world’s greatest detective. He’s going to find out eventually.”

          You wince, “I know.”

          The woman just smiles, “Sooner rather than later would probably be best.” You just nod, and she sighs, “Well, I’m going to get going. It’s nearly three in the morning, and I have work tomorrow. After all not all of us can hide in our manors.”

          Your hands go to your hips, “We still on for lunch next month?”

          She just raises and eyebrow and asks, “Have I missed one yet? I’ll up security and we’ll get Italian.” Without another word she disappears. You come back into the cave, as Alfred begins escorting everyone out.

          You wait for them to get home. Everyone is chipper and with the exception of a few bruises everyone is safe and sound.

          Bruce looks exhausted. He just simply changes, and stops in front of you. He stares at you for a moment, before bending down and scooping you into his arms. You squeal and Bruce just says to the boys, “If you wake us up before ten, you’re grounded until you’re fifty. The only exception, is Gotham burning to the ground, or the world is being invaded.” He says nothing else, just carries you up to your room.

          Neither of you say anything. The two of you just fall onto the bed and you snuggle into his embrace. You’re still wide awake an hour later, when Bruce’s breathing has gone even, and his grip has gone lax in his sleep.

          You turn to him and watch him sleep for a few minutes. You memorize the planes of his face, before gently stroking his cheek with your fingertips. You smile before breathing out ten little words, “I’m pregnant Bruce. You’re going to be a daddy again.” Then you just close your eyes, and pray that you have the courage to tell him for real tomorrow.