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AU where the Justice League forms like usual, except Batman maintained his “totally a myth” status and has in fact been active for years before the JL forms. He’s very cautious about trusting them, but still joins, and the others sort of accepts that as long as they trust that Batman has a really hard time with trust, it will all work out in its own weird way

Then, one day, in the middle of a JL mission, the League gets in a tight spot. Out of nowhere, this blue and black blur swoops in and saves everyone’s ass. Maybe breaking some shackles that were proving very difficult, maybe disarm a bomb that the League was just a hair’s breadth too slow to reach without help, but whatever happens, the shadowy figure pauses just long enough to say, “Hey, Batman, you know you there are these things called cellphones now and you can just call sometimes, it doesn’t have to be this dramatic?” and bounds away after shouting ‘let’s do brunch! Bring your new friends!’

Batman is mortified.

No one lets it go.

The entire rest of the mission, the whole League is asking so many questions. Who was that? Do you know him? How do you know him? What’s going on? I didn’t know there was a vigilante in this area?? They don’t let up until he talks.

“That was Nightwing.” Batman is mumbling. The JL forces him to bring them to the Brunch. Brunch happens to be in a run-down apartment on the edge of a bad neighborhood, at five in the morning, in costume. Nightwing introduces himself as Batman’s lovechild with justice.

“I did not realize Batman had a child,” Martian Manhunter says, calmly enough that no one’s sure if he’s accidentally plucking a really loud thought out of the air or if he’s trying to make a joke.

Nightwing stares for a moment falling over laughing. He doesn’t get up. Batman starts trying to apply anti-Joker venom but Nightwing just kicks him and laughs until he cries. He keeps trying to wipe his eyes and his mask keeps getting in the way, so he asks everyone to leave so he can please get a hold of himself

He is still laughing when they leave. Everyone is confused. Batman is furious.  Nightwing manages to breathe long enough to say, “We’re just so glad you’re socializing now, Batman.”

Superman turns to look at Batman very slowly. “…’we’?”

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Don't touch her // Carl Grimes

This was originally going to be a series but I didn’t know exactly what to do for the next few parts so it just became an imagine.

You sit in a small rocking chair in the corner of Judith’s room. A sleepy Judith would mumble words you couldn’t understand and every so often would gently tug at your hair.

She does it again and you groan, brushing your hair to the other side “do you enjoy causing me pain hmm?” You ask holding her small figure out in front of you. She claps her small chubby hands together and giggles, most likely as a yes.

You hear loud footsteps getting closer and immediately think it’s Carl, you get excited. Your heart rate still picks up whenever you see him, even after dating for 2 years. He could still make fireworks erupt in your stomach and your eyes shine in adoration.

The door swings open and you turn around with a smile expecting it to be your boyfriend but in front of you stands Negan, his signature smirk plastered on his face. Behind him stands A worried looking Carl.

“Well hello sweetheart, It’s been a while since I’ve seen you” he smiles and it’s then that you notice the bat that killed some of your closest friends in his hand. Your grip on the baby noticeably tightened and you didn’t even have to look at Carl to know he was keeping his eyes on you two. He was always super protective of the both of you.

“I’ve been great” you say shakily. You just lied right through your damn teeth. Judith smacks your shoulder gently with her hand and says something only she understands.

“Well lookie here, I didn’t know the future serial killer and you had a kid” Negan bellowed making a deep red colour land on your cheeks.

“She’s not ours” Carl says and that’s when you notice that he’s not wearing his bandage like usual. Negan reaches his hands out to grab her. You flinch back and hold her tightly pulling her closer to your chest.

“Oh sweetheart, I wouldn’t hurt a baby” he says and forcibly takes her from your arms, he rests his bat on the rocking chair you were just in and you swear you could almost feel vomit in the back of your throat. She was now in the arms of the man that killed her god father. He begins to rock her back and forth.

Carl slips his hand into yours immediately decreasing your anxiety. He gives it a tight squeeze.

“Isn’t this just adorable? Wouldn’t it be a shame if I were to kill one of you? Lucielle is feeling extra thirsty today” Negan smirks and looks at you He puts his spare hand out and grabs your chin which forces you to look him in the eyes and you can’t help the tears that form. His eyes were dark and sadistic.

“No don’t cry, what if I just take you back to be my wife hmm? Oh you’d love that” he says and that’s when the tears fall

“Don’t touch her, you’re not taking her” Carl snaps and pulls you into his arms protectively, you can practically see steam coming out of his ears and you begin to draw circles on his back where Negan can’t see as an attempt to calm him down before he does something he’ll regret. Admittedly Carl looked like a bad ass right now and it was a turn on but now was not the time.

“Shit kid what a way to let me know your weakness!” Negan laughs “how old are you sweetheart?” He asks

“15” you mutter. Yes you were young and Carl was 2 years older than you.

“I could’ve easily mistook you for a damn 17 year old like your boytoy over here!” He laughed and smacked your arm as if you two were old pals. Carl’s arms tightened.

“I said don’t touch her” Carl grit his teeth and you could swear he was about to lose it at any second. Negan looked amused as if this caused him some kind of sadistic pleasure, which it probably did. 

“Who feels like spaghetti?”

It felt as if you were about to have spaghetti with the devil himself.

anonymous asked:

Any pairing / 69 (heh)

(heh) sorry for the delay, anon! have some Alex/Maggie fluff!

After the fourth insistent vibration, Alex slipped her phone out of her back pocket, her eyes never leaving the readouts on the monitor in front of her.

“Danvers.” An instant later, a grin replaced the mask of professionalism she always wore on the job. “Maggie! Hey.”

“Hey,” came Maggie’s voice from the other end of the line. “I’m thinking of picking up some things for later. Did you like that IPA we tried last week, or should I get something darker to go with the— Shit, how is that still bleeding?”

“Bleeding? Why the hell are you bleeding?” Alex’s grip on the desk in front of her could’ve bent steel.

“It’s no big deal. I made an arrest. The guy struggled. We clocked heads. Must’ve hit me harder than I thought.”

Alex groped behind her for her jacket as she rose to her feet, drawing the attention of Winn and a few other agents away from their work. “Do you need backup? I can be there in—”

“Cool it, tough stuff.” Maggie’s endeared chuckle finally cut through the alarm bells going off in Alex’s brain. “Do I worry about you when you go fight monstrous extraterrestrial terrorists?”

“Um, yes?”

Maggie’s eye roll was nearly audible through the phone. “Well, yeah. Okay, you got me there. But my point is: I don’t come busting in on you when you’re working.”

“Yes you do,” scoffed Alex, sinking back into her chair. “You do that all the time.”

Maggie sighed. “Yeah, I do, don’t I? Anyway, it’s just a busted lip. You can kiss it all better when I see you tonight.”

A whole slew of images flashed through Alex’s mind in rapid succession, each more appealing than the last. Maggie standing in her doorway, looking up at her through her eyelashes. Her hands on Maggie’s upturned face. Her fingers delicately tracing the curve of Maggie’s lower lip. Maggie’s hands gripping the collar of her shirt. The soft thud of Maggie’s back fetching up against the door behind her. Their lips finally, finally meeting…

“I’m guessing by the silence that you’ve gone all deer-in-the-headlights on me again. I’m gonna hang up now. Bye.”

Somehow Alex managed to get her brain back online in time to mutter, “Yeah, uh, okay. Bye.”

No sooner had she managed to stuff her phone back into her pocket than Winn spun around in his chair, batting his eyelashes and pitching his voice to an uncanny falsetto.

“You hang up first. No, you hang up first! No, youuuu hang u— please don’t hit me!”

Special Friends: Chapter 23

Submitted by: Panicattackkisses

Description:  When Stiles’ phone buzzed and lit up with the image of Lydia with two chopsticks in her mouth, he answered immediately.
“I thought I told you you can’t keep calling me up for meaningless, mind blowing sex, Lydia”.

Rating: M

Genre: Romance, Angst, Action

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I Owe You (Part 2)[a Sebastian Smythe imagine]

Request: Maybe Bassy could give reader some of that assy… and take her on a cute ass date


Part 1

“When you said ‘I owe you’, I was thinking, you know…” you pucker your lips, waving your hand around your coffee cup. “I’d be the one to ask for something. Because, you know, that’s usually how ‘I owe you’s work….” you suck on your lower lip, cheeks puffed out, nodding your head. Your hair sways from underneath your brown beanie, the one that matches your striped sweater; striped brown, pink and light blue.

Sebastian straightens in his seat, smirking at you gently. You raise an eyebrow, watching him lean forward, arm stretching across the table, reaching for your cup. “Well, I guess I’ll just take back the coffee and you can be on your way.” he shrugs, navy Dalton blazer wrinkling at his slender yet broad shoulders.

You slide your cup away from his fingers, caging it between your palms, playfully scowling. “I never said it was a bad thing!” you defend, smiling when he laughs. He has an adorable laugh. “Besides, I would never turned down a cute coffee date…” you chew your lip, tilting your head to the side.

A small gasp exits him and his lime green eyes widen, stomach still being impaled by the edge of the table. “Oh, so I’m cute? Interesting…might be a battle between us then.” he hums, sitting up slowly. Giggling, you slouch your shoulders, fingernails picking at the pale Lima Bean cup; he smiles. “Are you… afraid?” he ponders, biting the tip of his tongue, hand rubbing up and down, moving the brown coffee cup sleeve.

Your eyebrows crinkle together in confusion, grin slipping off your lips. “Of what?” you ask innocently, shifting on the tan wood chair, batting your eyelashes. One of your hands sneaks under your thigh and the other lifts your coffee up. “Of you?” you quickly say, ducking your chin down.

“Of… us.” he pauses, snorting at your adorable look. “Your New Direction friends aren’t the biggest fans of me…” he trails off, running a hand through his thick chestnut locks; you frown. “I really…like you. And I don’t want you getting hate because you’re…seeing…an asshole.” he scoffs, bright green eyes gazing at the floor tiles.

Frowning, you reach for his hand, thumb brushing his knuckles, wrist firmly on the yellow table. His eyes dart up to your face. “Sebastian… I really like you, too.” you admit bashfully, “And… And I don‘t care what they think.” you shake your head. “Because you’re not an asshole to me. You’re… sweet.” you grin, fingers connecting with his.

A familiar smirk appears on his face, making you roll your eyes. Sebastian leans forward, moving his coffee to the side, tie scrunching. “Okay, yeah, let’s keep the ‘sweet’ talk between the two of us, deal? I still have a reputation to uphold.” he winks, pouty lips stretching into a full on smile at the sound of your laugh.


You were like a siren, luring men to their death. Your job was simple really, you seduced men and tricked them into thinking there was no issue between them and J. Most men were easy enough, give them a drink, show a little skin here and there and convince them to come back to J’s club with you. You knew once you delivered these men J would kill them, but you never stuck around to watch. You were the key piece in Mister J’s game, and you never lost. Tonight however, was presenting itself as a challenge. You circled the man sitting in the leather black chair batting your eyelashes at him as you spoke. “Mister J is growing impatient Nick, he wants his money.” Nick remained calm, and surprisingly so as he spoke. “He doesn’t want my money sweetie, he wants my head. There’s a reason they call you the angel of death.” You bent over resting your hands against the chair on either side of  Nick.  "We both know that if Mister J wanted you dead, you’d be dead already.“ Nick let out a small laugh. "You have a reputation y/n, you collect men and lead them to the slaughter. How does a girl like you end up working jobs like this anyway?” You stood back a serious expression now plastered on your face. “A girl like me has bills to pay, and in this field I have to do very little to get paid a lot of money.” The grin never left his face. “You may be able to fool other men with that sweet smile and sexy charm, but today you go back to Joker empty handed.” You walked toward Nick and snaked your arm around his shoulder. “Aw come on Nick, just come back to the club with me and we can work this all out.” Nick stood up from his seat and proceeded to walk to the door. “It’s a death trap and I’m not walking into it.” And with that he left you alone in the back room. “Fuck.” You whispered to yourself. J was gonna be pissed.

You returned to J’s club without Nick and headed to his office. You knew he would be angry that you didn’t deliver. You had never before returned to the club empty handed and you expected nothing less than to pay the price for it, what that price was however you weren’t sure. You stood outside J’s office preparing for the worst. You took a deep breath and knocked on the door. J’s right hand man Frost greeted you from the other side. “Y/n.” You faked a confident smile and addressed him as you walked past. “Hiya Frostie.” J looked up from his desk with a smile on his face when he heard your voice. “Ah, y/n, have ya got a present for me?” Your smile faltered a bit. “Not exactly Mister J, he uh, um. I couldn’t get him to come back with me. He knows you want him dead J.” J’s smile faded and was replaced by a  look of seriousness. “Are you losing your touch y/n? Perhaps you’re not as valuable as you use to be.” J stood up from his desk. “Please J, I haven’t lost anything, I still have a few tricks up my sleeve and I can get him here.” J walked toward you and your heart began to race. He ran one hand down your shoulder before he spoke. “I suggest you use those tricks then doll, I’d hate to see a pretty little thing like you laying dead in a gutter somewhere.”  You shuttered at the thought. “I’ll bring him to you J I swear.” J’s smile returned. “That’s my girl." 

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J walked back to his desk and pulled out a gun from one of the drawers and held it out to you. "Take this doll, you’re gonna need it.” A look of confusion spread across your face. “U-um why would I need it?” J cocked his head to the side. “You see doll, I’m afraid I’m a bit busy this evening and since you couldn’t deliver to me sooner you’re just gonna have to finish the job yourself.” J tried to put the gun in your hand but you pulled away. “Killing wasn’t part of my contract J.” J grabbed your hand and forced the gun inside of it as he spoke. “And if you read the fine print you would know that you do what I say when I say it.” His grip was tight around your wrist. You shook your head. “I won’t do it.” J grabbed both your shoulders and lowered his voice. “You’ll kill this man or I’ll have Frost kill you.” J released you and began to walk away. You felt yourself becoming angry and couldn’t stop the words as they poured out of your mouth. “I told you from the beginning I won’t kill people!” J turned around and faced you again but remained silent as you continued. “I have always delivered. Do you know the things I’ve had to do to get some of these men to walk to their death freely!? Do you think it’s easy to do what I do!? Easy would be putting a bullet in their brain but I can’t bring myself to do such an awful thing!  You want him dead J? Do it yourself!” You raised the gun that was still in your hand almost involuntarily and pointed it at J. What were you doing, you just went completely bat shit insane on mister J. You expected to be dead in seconds but instead J let out his famous laugh and lunged for you, knocking the gun from your hand. He had you pinned against his desk and your anger turned to fear as J spoke. “My. My. My. Quite a mouth you’ve got.” J’s fingers were firmly wrapped around your throat but caused you no discomfort. “I’ve never seen this side of you before y/n. I like it.” J ran his tongue over his silver teeth and let out a low growl. His hand left your neck and fell on your jaw pulling you into a sloppy kiss. You were shocked at first but J pulled you closer to him and kissed you more deeply. You were breathless, a few minutes ago you were sure this man was going to kill you, but now his soft lips are pressed against yours and you didn’t want it to end. J pulled away wearing a wide grin. “How would you like a promotion doll?”

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It was a story right out of Romeo and Juliet. As much as you hated making that comparison since you detested when people romanticized the story, it was true. She was popular, she could get everyone that she wanted, and she wasn’t on great terms with your friends. You kept mostly to yourself, only really hanging out with Max, although you pretty much got along with everyone. She never wanted to be vocal about your relationship, and for the most part, you were okay with that. You never interacted during the school day, only going out on dates when you had the free time and sneaking into each others rooms.

You were in photography class when it happened. It was before the class started, and you were making light conversation with Max and Kate. The conversation soon evolved to become a bit more flirty. You really thought nothing of it; it was just the relationship you and Max had. “We all know that the beauty of Max’s work is nothing compared to the beauty of her eyes,” you joked, leaning back into your chair. She batted her eyes, pretending to swoon. 

“And we all know that my beauty holds but a candle to (Y/n)’s, not to mention I could never match the effect she has on girls. I’m swooning,” she shot back, causing you to smile cheekily. It went on like this for a while, and neither of you were aware that Victoria was seething with jealousy just a few chairs over. It was taking all self control she had to sit back and not do anything, but she didn’t know how much longer she could bare it. 

“I have been told I’m good with girls, I’m sure if you stop by my room later you’ll find out how,” you smirked, knowing that Max was about to declare a truce. “Okay, okay, I give up,” she mumbled, but Victoria didn’t hear her. She shot up out of her chair, walking over to you with fire in her eyes. 

“Are you two done with this nauseating display? Because last time I checked, I was your girlfriend, not her. You’re mine, and mine only, so don’t go picking up other girls!” You stared at her in shock, turning a bright red. You could feel everyone’s eyes on you, and you weren’t entirely sure how to deal with the situation. You watched as Victoria recoiled a bit, realizing what she had just done, and you were incredibly happy that the teacher wasn’t in the classroom. 

“You two are dating?” You heard Max’s quiet voice, and you nodded steadily. 

“Vic, I wasn’t flirting with Max,” you assured her, walking a bit closer to her, “I was just joking. I love you too, and I’m not going to forget that any time soon.” 

You leaned in, closing the gap between the two of you, and she happily melted into the kiss. 

Rhythm (Part 4 of ?)

Derek Hale x Reader x Pack

This part was fun to write. And I still see some more coming. What do you think? Here is part one, here is part two, and here is part three if you wanna get caught up.

Words: 2,039

Warnings: None that I am aware of. There may be in later parts, but this is just mainly funny fluff.

I do not own Teen Wolf or it’s characters. Sadly. Or Star Wars, so any references to that and/or it’s characters/lines are not mine.


In order to get to and from Derek’s loft for meetings and training, you had to use Stiles as your cover. You didn’t want the hassle of trying to explain why the tall brooding man in leather picked you up once a week if not more, and at all odd hours of the day or night.

No. It was much easier to fib Stiles and Malia breaking up, you and Stiles getting together and being smitten with one another, thus leading to all the last minute, late night rendezvous.

“Are you freaking crazy?!” Stiles had screamed, flailing his arms when you made the suggestion, beginning to pace in the loft, arms flying as he spoke.

“Okay. I get it,” Malia said nonchalantly. “Just don’t kiss him or anything.”

“I will not pretend to be broken up with the love of my life- what?” Stiles stopped mid rant as Malia’s words sunk in, looking between you and her.

“I’m gonna have to at least once. I mean, don’t you think? At some point. They’ll probably get suspicious later on.”

Stiles’ jaw hung open at you.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right. Okay. But only if it’s necessary,” Malia agreed, nodding.

Stiles’ head snapped to her, jaw locked open in shock.

“Believe me. It will only be a last resort,” you said, raising your eyebrows at Stiles, whose jaw slowly closed and he stared straight between you and Malia.

“Hey, now,” he waved a finger at the air, slowly turning his gaze to you, making you laugh. “You would be so lucky as to kiss me,” he said.

“Oh, I’m sure,” you laughed. “But I think that works the other way around. I bet I could show you a thing or two, Stilinski.”

“Oh yeah? Like what?” He puffed up his chest, standing at his full height, almost bumping you with it as he peacocked.

You winked at him. “Oh, you’ll just have to wait and see when the time comes.”

“Time comes for what?” Derek’s voice asked from behind you, and you could hear his scowl.

“When Stiles and Y/N kiss,” Malia said bluntly.

Derek’s sputtering would have been cute if he hadn’t also looked like he wanted to murder Stiles. Well, more than usual.

You threw your arm around Stiles’ shoulders, his cheeks burning bright red as he tried to push you off, glancing between Malia and Derek, chuckling nervously, but you summoned some wolfy strength and held him tighter, ceasing his squirming.

“Didn’t you hear? Stiles and I are a thing now! All those long rides to and from the loft, night after night of studying and looking for my anchor….” You winked at Derek before turning you face to Stiles. “We fell in love.”

“Can’t…. Breathe….” Stiles gasped dramatically in your tight grip.

“No,” Derek said simply, arms crossed.

“Why?” You challenged, releasing your friend and rolling your eyes at his theatrics behind you, gasping for air.

“I can pick you up.”

“Oh yeah. My parents are going to love tall, dark, and brooding showing up covered in blood and politely requesting my help at whatever o'clock in the morning.”

“Why does everyone say ‘brooding’ when describing me?” Derek said, trying to pick apart your valid argument.

“Have you ever looked in a mirror?”


The first time Stiles had picked you up in his Jeep for a “date”, you saw Derek’s car sitting down the street, his red eyes glowing right at you. You chuckled.

Turning to see it for himself, Stiles nearly jumped out of his skin, clutching your arm tightly.

“He just laughed at you,” you smirked, staring at the ground.

“Well, that’s nice,” Stiles mumbled.

“He says if you don’t let go of my arm he is going to- Derek…. Really?”

“Rip my throat out with his teeth?” Stiles guessed.

You looked up at him. “How did you know?”

“Wild guess,” he fumbled with his key ring as he glared at the car down the street, jumping with a small scream and throwing his keys when it’s engine roared to life, headlights flashing on blindingly.


It was the night of your first full moon, nearly a month after you had been turned, and the pack had been called away for some Baddie who of course picked tonight of all nights to show up.

Stiles had volunteered to stay with you. “I helped Scott, I helped Malia, I helped with Liam. I know what to do. Go,” he had waved the group out of the loft as you sat on the couch, huddled in a ball, trying to keep your wolf quiet for long enough.

Looking up you met Derek’s eyes at the doorway, hearing his rapid heartbeat as he looked at you. “Call if you need anything,” he directed at Stiles, then looked back at you.

“Stay safe,” you whispered, trying to smile.

His heart only beat faster as he nodded curtly, turning to leave and closing the door behind him.

It may have picked up it’s pace, but it still matched yours beat for beat. It was still a great rhythm to fight to.

“Come on,” Stiles said quietly, motioning you over to the pillar that had the chains ready for you.

“Hurry, Stiles. For once in my life I am really hating these floor to ceiling windows. Too much moonlight.”

He chuckled. “Pretty soon you can frolic through the forest on a full moon with no worries. You’ll get there.”

“If you wanna wait in the hall, I understand,” you said.

Clamping the last of the locks, and putting the key in his pocket, he sat a chair just out of your reach and sat in it, facing you with a small grin. “Nope. I’m staying right here with my girlfriend, pretend though she may be.”

You chuckled, only to have it die on your lips as you felt something take over. All of your senses on high alert, and you couldn’t do a thing about it.

“Stiles,” your voice sounded demonic, your head down, staring at the floor as your breathed heavily, “really, you can go. I have no idea what I am going to say or do, and if I do anything to- ahhhhhh!” You screamed as a particularly rough wave hit you. “If I do anything to hurt you,” you heaved, trying to breathe as you felt your eyes shifting, looking up at him with your last bit of control, your voice a distorted whisper. “I’ll never forgive myself.”

“That is why I have this,” Stiles held up his bat.

You felt a growl come out of your chest, rumbling and deep. Stiles’ eyes went wide and he rose, flipping the chair around so it’s back was between you and him, and he straddled it, his arms crossed over the top cradling his bat, his chin resting on his wrists as he stared at you. “Use your anchor.”

“I don’t-”

“Oh shut up already!” You growled at him again, but he didn’t even flinch. “I know about you and Derek. We all do, Y/N. He isn’t just that protective of anyone,” he said with a small grin.

“Really?” You asked, the vulnerability sounding odd through your distorted voice.

“Why do you think I was so afraid to play your boyfriend?”

“Aside from Malia?”

“Point taken.”

A silence hung in the air. The moon shining bright in the room, the lights flickering, staying out. Stiles looked around. “Oh great. Great, guys. Thanks.” He saw your glowing eyes brightly shining in the dark. “Well, that’s not at all creepy.”

You lunged at him, the chains stopping inches from his face, and he staggered back, the chair making an ugly scraping sound on the floor as it slid, remaining like bars between you and Stiles.

“Use. Your. Anchor. Y/N.” Stiles’ voice was strong, resolute.

“Who are you, Obi-Wan?”

He laughed softly. “I’ve mentored enough werewolf pups through this, I sure as hell am, Y/N.”

Thinking about Derek only made it worse. You should be helping him.

It helped for a brief moment, but all that came crashing down when Stiles approached the chair once again, your features starting to fade, and you heard his heart skip a beat. That blank spot, just waiting for a name, waiting for the sound that proved its existence, made it’s thumping worthwhile.

You lost it, lunging toward him, your claws inches from his face, as he sat unwavering. You were able to kick the leg of the chair, sending it flying, scraping against the floor, Stiles barely scrambling off of it from his straddling position.

A determined look crossing his features, he strode over to the chair where it sat on it’s side, picked it up and placed it back in front of you, only this time, he faced it the right way. Sitting in it with his elbows resting on his knees, bent toward you, his bat across his legs, hands clasped tightly in front of himself, he held your gaze as you snapped, snarled and growled at him, not flinching at all.

“Are you done?” He asked finally, sounding entirely bored, his hands now steepled under his chin, elbows resting on his bat that had slid down across his knees.

His question caught you enough off guard to pause your almost rabid tantrum.

“Good,” he said dryly. Holding your gaze he continued. “You need to get a hold of yourself, Y/N. No, this is not easy, no this is not fun. It sucks.”

You were lunging at him once again, but he held your gaze as he spoke calmly, and you felt your ferocity fading.

“It sucks, and there’s nothing I can do about it. I brought you here. I brought you into this mess, and now, you are chained to a pillar in a blackout like a bad horror movie.”

He leaned back in the chair, bat ready, but held lazily in one hand. “I’m supposed to be your friend, Y/N. I’m supposed to help you and I just….. I can’t. This…. This is something you will have to figure out on your own, and I’m just supposed to sit here and watch. Maybe talk a little to remind you you’re human.”

He began to pace. You listened to his heartbeat. It’s steady rhythm didn’t beat with yours, but it beat at a tempo that created an interesting rhythm. A sort of jump beat. So intricate and woven together, yet so opposing…. Like night and day. Like the sun and moon.

You looked down at your hands, claws staring back at you. Like the monster and me.

You felt yourself starting to gain control again. “Stiles,” your voice sounded more like yourself, and you heard his heart skip a beat at the sound. “Tell me a joke.”

“Uh, those fangs are really becoming on you. They bring out the bloodlust in your eyes.”

You heard yourself laughing, and it was your own voice, Stiles’ soon joining in as you felt yourself gain control again, his heart skipping one more beat when you looked up to him with normal eyes.

“So you found your anchor?” he smiled down at you.

“Yeah. But don’t get too close just yet. Wait until the pack gets back. Just in case.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” he said, sitting in the chair once again. After a moment, “If I can ask…. What was it?”



You nodded.

He threw his hands up in the air, letting them slap down to his thighs. “Oh shit. Derek is going to kill me.”

You laughed. “No. Well…. Yes, he might, but not ‘you’ as in, well…. That way. ‘You’ as in….. My friend. You reminded me of my humanity. My pack. Sure, technically my pack aren’t humans in the technical sense, but…. We’re all a little bit human. On some level. And that gives me hope.”

“Hope for what?”

“That we can overcome whatever big bad decides to come to our town next. Long as the lineup may be, we will kick their asses.”

“So….. Obi-Wan gave you hope…..” He bit his lip at the pun.

You groaned and rolled your eyes, but your smile betrayed you. “No. He gave me….. Reminded me that I have something worth fighting for.”

Part 5

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Hal’s eyes flashed to Bruce in surprise, but it only took a few moments for that surprise to settle into something resembling smugness. And maybe Hal straightened out just a little at the compliment, but he’d never admit to it – never admit just how satisfying it was to hear something like that fall from his lips.

“Which one?” He asked, and that smugness carried over into his voice, “I’ve got several.”

“The green one,” Bruce muses nonchalantly, waving his hand absently as the Bat swivelled in his chair enough to give the Lantern a knowing look before averting his gaze back to the screens before him. Of course, Hal Jordan could rock fishnet stockings and latex shorts for all Bruce cared, the man was damn fine, so to have to pick just one outfit was almost blasphemous. Besides, the Lantern uniform simply had a powerful vibe to it, one that never failed to put a warmth in the Bat’s belly - thank god for the rigidity in his armour, no one needed to know Bruce had a hard time (no pun intended) distancing his thoughts from his body on occasion.

“Anything else I can help you with, or has that sated your intrigue?”


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