i would like to see bruce more

Batfam as Tweets and Tumblr Shitposts™
  • Dick: Knowledge is knowing tomato is a fruit, wisdom is not putting it in a fruit salad
  • Steph: That was deep
  • Tim: Philosophy is wondering if that means ketchup is a smoothie
  • Steph: That was deeper
  • Jason: Common sense is knowing that ketchup isn't a damn smoothie YOU NASTY!
  • -------
  • Tim: What if trees cried because we started eating their fruit because their fruit is basically their babies. So every time we eat an apple or something, we're eating a tree baby
  • Damian: *Slowly backs away from the fruit bowl looking stricken*
  • Bruce: *Not looking up from his newspaper* we're eating their ovaries actually
  • --------
  • Jason: That feeling you get when you're angry
  • Dick: Anger
  • --------
  • Steph: Boys are so lucky to have boners to tell them when they're horny because girls are just like damn am I horny or am I hungry or am I bored I don't know I don't have a dick
  • --------
  • Jason: If I cut off my foot and like swing it at your head am I kicking or hitting you?
  • Tim: You'll most likely mentally scar me more than anything else
  • ---------
  • Dick: Carpe diem seize the day. Carpe noctem seize the night. Carpe natem seize the ass.
  • ---------
  • Jason: 80% exhaustion 10% sarcasm 20% don't care
  • Tim: That's 110%
  • Jason: 20% of me doesn't care
  • Tim: Should've seen that coming
  • ----------
  • Bruce: *Mary Poppins voice* okay children time to go
  • [Fifteen minutes later]
  • Bruce: *Batman voice* I said let's go
  • -----------
  • Alfred: Who ate all the cookies?
  • Dick: Ninjas
  • Alfred: I didn't see them
  • Dick: No one ever does
  • -----------
  • Bruce: *Calls up pizza place*
  • Bruce: WHY WOULD YOU CUT MY PIZZA SO UNEVEN? IF YOU ARE TRYING TO TEAR MY FAMILY APART IT'S WORKING
Batfamily Playlists (PLEASE READ INFORMATION BELOW)

Here they are! (This was my big thing for 1K followers + the challenge post going up in a little bit. Look forward to that as well)

Here is the link to just the list of songs, but below is the playlists put together!

I had help from several people with this, including @memento-scribet @king-wolfie @vanity-grayson @the-singing-canary and several helpful anons and messages from followers. I hope you enjoy them because they took forever and I really want you to like them. Share this around so others can see it, and don’t forget to add tags so it shows up under the tags listed.


  1. Dick Grayson
  2. Jason Todd
  3. Tim Drake
  4. Damian Wayne
  5. Duke Thomas
  6. Barbara Gordon
  7. Stephanie Brown
  8. Cassandra Cain
  9. Kate Kane
  10. Helena Bertinelli
  11. Harper Row
  12. Bruce Wayne
  13. Alfred Pennyworth
  14. Whole Batfamily

This took me FOREVER so I hope you enjoy them, feel free to COMMENT ON THE GOOGLE DOC (the link at the top) WHAT YOU THOUGHT.

People whom I think might want to see this: @memento-scribet @avengerdragoness @cait-writes-stuff @addicted-to-dc @the-singing-canary @solis200213 @vanity-grayson @litbatboys @speedypan @batlog @king-wolfie @maruthor @dc-comics-imagines @ceara-banana @ace–jace @batfamilyimagines @dccomicsimagines @dc-imagine-central @breezy-blogs @jadedhillon and more but I can’t remember all of you at this moment, so please share this  and tag as many people as you would like so more people can see it and use and enjoy the playlists. I created these so all of you could enjoy them, and the more people see it and can use it, the more worth it this was.

“Where did the coffee table go ?”- Bruce Wayne x Reader

Just something short and stupid written in 5 minutes during my lunch break.  Didn’t proof read (I never do, I never can re-read anything I wrote so like meh) so sorry about any awful mistakes. Sometimes, I have really shitty ideas haha, hope you’ll still kinda like it though ^^’ :

_________________________________________________

“The mysterious case of the disappearing furnitures by detective/Batman’s partner Richard John Grayson, 8 and a half years old : 

Recently noticed that furnitures around Wayne Manor have gone missing.

_Suspects : Bruce Wayne, (Y/N) Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth or a stranger. 
_Motive for Bruce Wayne : reminds him of his parents so he’s changing them ? But that wouldn’t explain why they’re changed on a regular basis.
_Motive for (Y/N) Wayne : …I don’t know yet, but will find one, she’s too nice to me and maybe it’s a trick so we DON’T suspect her ? Maybe she has a huge furniture dealing web out there in Gotham ! 
_Motive for Alfred Pennyworth : Less to clean.
_Motive for “stranger” : Those furnitures must be expensive, selling them might be good, but then why does Bruce not react ? Maybe it’s a mind trick that stranger is playing on Bruce, getting rid of every pieces of furniture his parents bought ? 

All of the suspect have a motive, and a good one if I might say, and I will find what is happening to all those poor furnitures ! 

09/08/01, chest of drawers disappeared.
10/08/01, new chest of drawers arrived, Alfred rolled his eyes at it.
14/08/01, lawn table gone.
14/08/01, a bit later, saw Alfred took down a few pieces of Bruce and (Y/N)’s bed, the headboard I think.
18/08/01, started my interrogation : when I asked Bruce he became very pale and looked “horrified” (according to (Y/N) who entered, she said : “what’s that horrified face my heart ?”). I’m not sure what horrified means, but it doesn’t sound nice…maybe he feels guilty ? When I asked my questions about the broken and missing pieces of furniture to (Y/N), she just burst out laughing.
26/08/01, today, almost the entire living room was empty, I asked Alfred and he said he was remodeling…I think he doesn’t want to worries me about our furnitures being stolen.
01/09/01, Saw da Bruc Dad Bruce sneaking out with the a plank that I believe is from the coffee table in the living room…very suspicious”.

Smiling, Dick stops reading the clumsy handwriting he had when he was eight and puts down his old “very important cases” notebook back on his deck, sighing, nostalgic. 

Oh the good old days when he was the only “Batboy” (who was he kidding ? Dick knew that without little brothers his life would be boring. He makes a mental note though, to hide this forever from his brother’s sight, they would mock him too much for almost everything written in that thing).

“Where do all the furniture go ?” was his actual first case, and…oh ew, just thinking about what he discovered, a few years after he “opened the case”, where those furnitures went, was grossing him out. 

But he still couldn’t help but smile at his younger self. 

He was a rather cute kid wasn’t it ? His mom would agree.

His mom. 

“(Y/N) Wayne”, the woman who was “too nice, must be a trick”…Oh he was so wrong about that. You were nice because you were the best woman in the World. You were more than nice. You were…Oh man you were the best in everything ! Your hugs and soothing wordsgot him through so many difficult moments…

One of the only thing “bothering” him about you, was still kind of awesome.

It was so damn disgusting sometimes. But also overly adorable.

Your only “flaw” was to be too in love with Bruce, and vice versa. 

You two could be so gross when together, forgetting the world around you, kissing and embracing and EWWW ! 

Sometimes, your sons had to make sure you both knew they were here by making loud noises, and even then, more often than not, they’d be the one leaving the room rather than you two stopping being so goddamn in love. 

Keep reading

Eye Catching

Request:I need me some Jerome circus imagine in my life!!! Maybe you could do one were the reader is into 80’s/90’s fashion and rocks it?. She’s blonde and loves clowns and freaky shit so when they bump into each other in Gotham’s carnival they’re both instantly stunned!? They could be super flirtatious and both as bad as one another.

Word count:447

——

I sigh loudly and turn over in my bed. My roommate glances over and laughs. “Bored?” I grab another slip of paper and burn it from one of the candles lighting the room up. “Yes. Blackouts are so boring.” My roommate looks at me in shock. “(Y/n) the bleach has gone to your head or something because if you haven’t heard Jerome Valeska is alive and well. He’s the one who did this. You call that boring? The man was just reborn!” I huff and swing my legs. “Boring.” I slip my combat boots and my large red flannel over my black skater skirt and crop top. “I’m going out.”

I walk out the door and I walk down the dark streets. I hear gun shots, laughing, and then running. I follow the sound and find a…circus?

I walk through the big entrance and see a world of fantasy. I laugh and look around with giant eyes. I walk up to a dunk tank and see piranhas swimming around. I then realized who’s sitting atop of the tank in fear. “Hi-a Mr. K!” I wave at the asshole teacher. “(Y/n)! Please help me! Please. I’ll do anything.” I laugh and roll my eyes. “Oh no you won’t. Just take this as a lesson. Everyone take this as a lesson! You make fun of someone and treat them less of who they are. You get put out in the end.” I grab a ball and throw it directly at the target making him fall into the tank.

I laughs and run up to the tank for a closer look. “What an arm!” I turn around and see the one and only Jerome Valeska. I shy away and giggle. “Thank you Mr. Valeska.” I slightly bow as a princess would.

He then stands in a straight striking pose like a prince and bows at me. “What’s your name dollface?” He asks holding his hand out. “(Y/n) (y/l/n).” “Ah lookie there. Beautiful name for an even more beautiful face.” I giggle and blush. “No no you are! Do you think so Brucie? She’s beautiful ain’t she?” I look behind Jerome to see billionaire Bruce Wayne from school. Though I was a year or two older.

He looks at me in a glare. “Are you crazy?” I think for a second then smile. “Yeah.” Jerome spins around and laughs. “Oh just how I like em! Crazy and beautiful! Care to tag along baby? Got a big night planned! Could use an assistant!” I jump into his arms and giggle. “Anything for the amazing Jerome Valeska.” “Oh I’m gonna keep you.” He says and carries me off.

Originally posted by shirane

Blind Musician

@redfirecatherinetodd I’m sorry it took so long but I finally did it!!

Request:  I love ur work. Do u think u could make a fanfic about Jason and a blind musician but she’s Damian’s friend so he won’t let them be alone and he spies on their dates or something like that. Please and thank you

———-

Being Damian’s friend was amazing. He was one of the few people who treated you like a normal person, but he was also extremely protective of you.

“Damian Wayne, I am positive that I can get to my piano on my own”

“tt, you might fall. You are unfamiliar with the terrain of Wayne Manor; I will not allow you to be hurt.”

You chuckle, “I manage to get around my own messy apartment just fine, I don’t know why you continue to doubt me”

“If you would allow me to move you into the Manor, I wouldn’t be concerned about your wellbeing. You would not be alone here”

You turn blind eyes on your best friend, “And how would I be able to get around this huge place, I might fall down the stairs”

“Then let me move you into the penthouse! Your apartment has stairs as well! What if you fall down those!”

You roll your eyes, smacking his ankle with your cane. “Just take me to the piano, Dami, before I beat you with this cane”

You can hear Damian growl as you start to walk forward on your own, using your cane to find the leg of the piano, “Y/N!”

Sliding into the seat, you place your fingers over the keys. That’s the good thing about pianos, no matter which one you’re at, a piano is always the same. “Will you write the notes for me? I’ve been working on this for a while, but I just need it written down”

“Of course. Give me a moment to get the sheets. Stay here, the Manor is too large for you to wander around in.”

You wave your hand, dismissing his words. You started to play, the music absorbed you, cradling you in its notes. Music was your one escape, the onetime where no one pitied you for being blind. You were so absorbed in the music that you didn’t hear the door open, or hear that person lean against the wall to listen to you play. Ending the song with a flourish, you let the last note hold out for an extra second.

“That was amazing” You let out a shriek at the unexpected noise.

“Y/N!!” Damian burst into the room, “Todd! How dare you intrude!”

“Damian! Don’t hit me! Shit! I didn’t know I was intruding!”

There were sounds of a fight, papers fluttering to the ground, and the sound of fists hitting flesh. “Damnit, stop!”

“Y/N, are you alright?” Damian asked, you can hear him standing up and making his way over to you. He purposefully steps heavy, just so you can hear him.

“I’m fine! Why did you attack him?!” You turn on the bench, “Are you alright, sir?”

“Name’s Jason, sweetheart. Damn Damian, you hit hard” The other man, Jason, walks up to the bench, “I heard you playing, it was beautiful. I-I’m sorry for intruding.”

You blush. No one other than Damian had heard you play an original piece. “Um, thank you. I’m sorry that Damian hurt you. You – you can listen anytime you want”

“Todd has no appreciation of musical instruments. I doubt he is truly able to appreciate your brilliance”

“Are you saying my music isn’t worth appreciating? Because he obviously enjoyed my playing”

“You know that isn’t what I meant. I do not want him to take advantage of you. Todd has never been good at being gentle with anything”

You roll your eyes, “I don’t need to be handled with kid-gloves, Dami” You stick your hand out, waiting until Jason takes it before talking, “It’s nice to meet you, Jason. My name’s Y/N”

Jason chuckled, “It’s good to finally meet you. We’ve been wondering where Damian runs off to on the weekends”

“That would be to my apartment. He says that he needs to escape from his crazy family, and with how easily you two just started a fight”

Jason chuckles, “Well, he did attack me. I have to go, Alfred needs my help in the kitchen. I’ll see you two at dinner”

You smirk, “Was that a blind joke? ‘See you at dinner’?”

Jason sucks in a sharp breath, “No! Nonono! I promise it wasn’t! I didn’t mean to say that! I’m so sorry!”

You burst into laughter, “I’m just kidding! God! Don’t take things so personal!”

Damian snickers, “She does that all the time, don’t mind her. She likes to use her inability to see to make people uncomfortable”

You grin, “It’s the only way to get people to realize that I’m not some delicate flower. And come on, that was funny”

“It was pretty damn funny” Jason mumbled.

After dinner that night you were invited over to Wayne Manor a lot more. Bruce likes that you didn’t let Damian get away with everything. And you enjoyed spending time with Jason, you hoped that he would want to spend more time with you.

Your doorbell buzzes, “Hello?”

“Hey, Y/N. It’s Jason, can I come up?”

“Sure, ill buzz you in”

A minute later there’s a knock on the door, “It’s me!”

“Hey, Jay. This is a nice surprise” You pull him into a brief hug, and shut the door behind him.

“I haven’t seen you in a while, I just wanted to check up on you”

“I forgot to respond to your text! Is that why you’re here?”

“Well … yeah”

“You’re almost as bad as Damian!” you laugh, “I’m sorry I worried you. I lost my phone and can’t seem to find it.”

Jason rolls his eyes, “Well, let me find it, and I’ll get out of your hair”

“You don’t need to leave, Jay, you can stay for a while. I could really use your input on a new song”

“I’d love to stay. I actually have something to talk to you about”

“Let me make some tea, and then we can sit down”

Once the tea is boiled and poured, you reach out to touch Jason’s arm, “What was it you wanted to talk to me about?”

Jason clears his throat, “I … um … I wanted to know if you’d want to go out to dinner … with me?”

“Like a date?”

“Yes”

You grin, “I’d love to go on a date with you!”

“How about Saturday? I’ll pick you up at 6:00?”

“Perfect!” You reach out and wrap your arms around Jason

“Now I really do have to go now, Y/N. I was supposed to meet Dick 30 minutes ago.”

You pull back, “Alright. Were you really that upset that I didn’t text you back?”

“Damian and I have been talking about ways to make sure you’re safe. I guess his paranoia has started to rub off on me”

“I was painting, and I lost my phone! Between you and Damian! You guys are ridiculous!”

Jason pulls back, “You paint?”

You chuckle, “Of course I paint! I paint and I play music! Those are some of the few things that ‘optically challenged’ people can do! Do you know how hard it is to get a job when you’re blind?”

“No one’s ever mentioned your painting before, not even Damian”

You blush, “He doesn’t know, I haven’t even showed anyone my paintings other than buyers.”

“Can I see them?” You nod and walk into your guest room, gesturing to the paintings that are scattered all over, “Holy shit they’re beautiful!!”

“Really? I don’t know that they look like, one of my buyers said that they look like galaxies”

“God, how can you be so talented!”

“I’m really not, Jay, but thank you. Didn’t you say you had to leave?”

“Um, yeah, I do. Can I come in here and take inventory on these, I can help you sell them?”

“I would love that! It would help me so much. But I can hear your phone blowing up, Dick is probably pissed that you’re blowing him off”

Jason chuckles, “I’ll see you on Saturday, I put your phone on the charger. I saw about 6 texts from Damian, so I would expect him next”

“Good! He can help me pick out a dress to wear!”

Jason chuckles and heads to the door, “Good bye, Y/N”

You lean up pressing a kiss to the side of his face, you hope it was his cheek, “Bye, Jay”

Jason was right. Damian showed up at your apartment about 10 minutes after Jason left, in a complete panic.

“Y/N!!!” He shouted

“How the hell did you even get in the building?!” You yell back, “Please tell me you didn’t break in … again!”

“I climbed in through the window, so no, I didn’t break anything.”

You hum, “I’m fine by the way. I just lost my phone. Jason freaked out too, so he stopped by and helped me find it. He also asked me on a date, Dami!!!”

“He what?!?!”

“He asked me on a date!!” You dance around in a little circle, “I need you to help me pick out a dress!”

Damian doesn’t answer right away but you assume that he is still across the room, so you startle when he grabs your arm, “You are allowing yourself to be courted by, Todd!?!?”

“Yes, Dami. We are going on a date. What’s the big deal?”

“Do you know who he really is?!?” Damian growled.

“Yes, Red Hood”

You may not be able to see it, but you know that you managed to shock Damian, “H-How did you …?”

“Did you really think I wouldn’t figure it out? You come into my apartment through the window, and you are wearing armor and a cape. I know you’re Robin, and I assume Bruce is Batman, Dick is Nightwing, Jason, who’s the black sheep of the family, is the Red Hood, but I haven’t figured out who Red Robin is, I haven’t met your other brother. What was his name? Tom?”

“Tim”

“Ah, yes, Tim”

You can hear Damian sit down on your bed, and you turn back to the closet, “How did you know?”

“Your footsteps around different when you’re I uniform, Jason smells like gun powder, Dick isn’t around here much and neither is Nightwing, with Bruce I just kinda guessed”

“Oh, alright, those are reasonable conclusions. Which dress do you intend to wear?”

“I was thinking the green one”

Damian hums, “I prefer the dark purple one.”

“I do like that one” You murmur, “What if I wear it with the amethyst necklace you got me last year?”

“You would look beautiful. I will make sure that Todd takes you to a respectable restaurant”

“That sounds great Dami, now you need to go. Don’t think I forgot that you have a meeting with the Board at WE”

Damian groans, “I had hoped to avoid that meeting”

“Nope! You have to go! I need to continue composing my song”

Damian groaned, but walked to the door, “I shall see you Saturday before your date. I shall help you get ready”

“Thanks Dami! Have fun at your meeting!”

The date so far was amazing. There haven’t been any lulls in the conversation, and you were enjoying each other’s company. The appetizers had just arrived when Jason startled you with a groan.

“What is it?” You ask, confused.

“Damian just walked in. I knew he wouldn’t let us go on a date alone”

You can’t help but burst into laughter, missing the glares that were shot in your direction, “Please tell me you’re joking. He’s really here?”

“Yes, and he’s glaring at me. I feel like he’s going to attack me”

“He won’t hurt you, I promise. Isn’t that right Damian? Because I know you bugged me, and I know you can hear me. Nod your head for Jason, Dami”

“Oh my God, he just nodded! How did you know he bugged you?”

“I’ve known this necklace was bugged and had a tracking device in it since he gave it to me. It’s why I keep it in a special box when I’m not wearing it”

It’s Jason who bursts into laughter this time, “Oh that’s rich! You’re amazing you know that?”

Taking a sip of water, you try to cover up your blush, “Thank you”

“I really how you’ll agree to go out with me again”

“I’d love to, as long as you don’t mind my tail. I doubt he will ever let us go out alone”

“I don’t mind. I want to take you to the orchestra for our next date”

“I would love to go to the orchestra!” You clear your throat nervously, “and maybe you’d like to come to one of my concerts?”

Jason places one of his large hands on top of yours, “I will always say yes to hearing you play, you’re my favorite musician”

You giggle when Jason lifts your hand to him lips, placing a gentle kiss against your knuckles, “Good, because I like it when you listen”

i need you right here with me

Feel Me (renewed)

Bucky x (enhanced) Reader

Notes: anxiety, emotional stress, flirting, smut, fluff

A/N: So here it is guys! The new version of Feel Me, I hope you enjoy the parts I’ve added. There’s gonna be more. Some more emotions are still to be explored, so I’ll get those out there when I get to them. Happy reading! xxx


After living in New York for little over two years, you had a steady job at a lunchroom. It wasn’t all that glamorous, but you enjoyed it. The place was quiet, kind of secluded, but often moderately busy with regular patrons.

The second week in working your new job, in a new city, in a new country even, a man walked through the door just as you opened up shop. He seemed shy, timid, and waited patiently until you finished locking down the doors so they wouldn’t slam shut with the wind picking up.

Keep reading

“Is Bruce in here?” Tim figured he might be— Bruce spent a lot of time in the children’s wing of Wayne Enterprises. There were a dozen or so kids in daycare most weekdays, and Bruce liked to hang out.

Tim liked to hang out too. They had nice snacks, and he’d known most of the kids since they were toddlers. And sometimes naps were mandatory.

“Conference call,” Damian told him. (For someone who claimed to hate naps, snackfood, kids, and humanity in general, Damian also spent a lot of time in the children’s wing.) “I don’t know where.” 

He went back to what he was doing, which was arranging a set of pewter soldiers into a complex model of a battlefield, presumably for the benefit of the preschooler sitting next to him. 

“What’s this?”

“The Battle of Issus, 333 BC.”

“Right, obviously.” Tim decided he was curious, so he settled down on the mats to watch.  Damian finished his model; he pulled a marker from the art table and used it as a pointer. 

“Okay. This is the Macedonian army, outnumbered but in the better tactical position, south of the Pinarus River. Their leader is Alexander the Great. And this—” He pointed to his enemy line. “—is the Achaemenid Empire. They’re about to lose.”

Damian tapped his marker on the Macedonian right. “This is the companion calvary, Alexander’s elite force, and they—” he cut off when he noticed his pupil digging in the toy bin, clearly distracted. The kid came up with a battered Transformer, which he set behind Damian’s lines. 

“Elliot. Alexander did not have robots.”

“But,” said Tim, rummaging through the box himself, “did he have wizards?” He pulled a bearded magician out of the tub and held it up for Damian to see. 

“You know he didn’t.”

Tim passed the wizard to Elliot. “But what if he did?”

“Drake.”

“How would that go?”

Drake.”

“Abracadabra, Alexander!” Elliot yelled, gleefully smashing through Damian’s entire left flank.

“Damn it, Drake.” Damian sighed in frustration— not quite the rise Tim was hoping for, but still something. He dropped Elliot’s discarded robot back into the box.

“I don’t know what you were expecting,” Tim told him. “Elliot’s four. He’s too young for— what is this— military history?”

“He was doing fine before you showed up.” Damian started to re-erect his soldiers, but he gave it up after Elliot came in for a second pass. “Which is typical, isn’t it?”

“Good one.”

“Thank you.” Damian crossed his arms. “Fine. I’ll bite. When is he supposed to learn this kind of thing?”

“High school? Maybe never.”

“That can’t be right.”

“Have I ever lied to you?”

“Frequently.” Damian rolled his eyes. “I’m getting a second opinion.”

“I’ll wait.”

Damian checked the room for potential allies. “Thomas?” he called over his shoulder, “You learned military strategy as a kid, right?”

Duke looked up from the book he was reading to a pair of kindergardeners. “Just you, man.”

“Told you.” Tim fished a bag of plastic ninja from the toy box and arranged them pointedly into a row. “How are you still surprised by this kind of thing?”

Damian glared at him. “Okay, first of all? I’m not a— hold on a second. Elliot!”

Elliot froze with a large, plastic dinosaur held aloft over the battlefield. He drew it sheepishly back to his chest. “Sorry.”

“Not in the calvary wing,” Damian told him. “You’ll scare the horses.”

“Here?” Elliot pointed to the front of the phalanx.

“Yes.”

“RAWR.”

“Aim for his center.” Damian turned back to Tim. “Anyway. Why are you still talking to me? I thought we had an agreement about unnecessary contact.”

Keep reading

Adventures In Babysitting

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Request: Can you make one where Bucky and the reader go out on a date night and leave their toddler behind with the rest of the team and then in the middle of their date they start getting all these texts from panicked members of the team because they don’t know how to take care of a child? Btw love your writing and blog!!!  (a/n: thank you <3)         

Y/C/N - Your Child’s Name


Bucky has created a chatroom.

Bucky has added Steve, Sam, Bruce, Clint, Natasha, Tony, Wanda.

Bucky: How is Y/C/N???

Sam: You and Y/N left for your date 20 minutes ago.

Bucky: So????

Sam: IT’S BEEN 20 MINUTES SINCE YOU SAW Y/C/N JFC

Bucky: Y/N and I are coming back home.

Wanda: Relax! We are competent aunts and uncles.

Clint: THOR BROKE THE TV AGAIN BECAUSE HE LOST IN MARIO KART. AGAIN.

Wanda: Well, most of us are.

Keep reading

Where I Should Be // Bruce Banner x Reader

Pairing: Bruce Banner x Reader, Clint Barton x Reader
Word Count: 5.6k+
Warning: Language, hella smut, fluff, mild bit of angst.  (I can’t help it okay)

Summary: Bruce’s jealousy finally gets the best of him; he’s always kept himself walled off from you to keep you safe. Best friends: nothing more, nothing less. When this new guy starts aiming to sweep you off your feet, Bruce is forced to take action. Can you choose between them? Do you want to?

A/N: I saw a post that said there needs to be more Bruce x reader fics and I felt that was a divine call out. I also need a break from writing three requests at once (I wanna post a bunch at once so you’re waiting less). Anteeywaaaaay: enjoy :D This absolutely got away from me and I’m not even sorry.

Inspiration: “Woman” ~ Harry Styles

I’m selfish, I know
But I don’t ever want to see you with him.

I hope you can see, the shape that I’m in
While he’s touching your skin
He’s right where I should, where I should be
But you’re making me bleed…

Originally posted by 1900stove-0

Keep reading

Stuffed animals

A/n: requested by the amazing @moonlightonroses .Reader is around 5 or 6. This idea was amazing and watch I’ll screw it up. Sorry.
Description: batsis gets kidnapped and her brothers use her stuffed animals to find her.
**************************

Jason walked into the cave, his arm behind his back. He walked over to Dick and made sure to keep the object in his hand hidden. Dick smiled at his younger brother before turning to watch his little sister.

You and Damian were sparring. Well, Damian was sparring while you were pretending to be a ninja. Dick smiled as you kicked Damian in the knee before doing the move you had just learned.

“Go easy on her!” Dick shouted when he saw it get a little rough. Damian nodded and went on with sparring. Dick looked over at Jason. “What did you get y/n? I’m giving her a little teddy bear.”

Jason laughed quietly at his brother. “A teddy bear? That’s one of the most generic plushies out there. I got her a dog one. Y/n loves dogs but old man won’t let her get one since demon spawn has too many pets.”

A sharp cry of pain interrupted them. They both immediately snapped to look at where their younger siblings had been sparring, expecting Y/n to be injured.

Much to their surprise though, Damian was groaning on the floor with him covering his nose. Y/n stood next to him and shrugged at her older brothers. “He didn’t move. It’s not my fault.” You said.

Damian let out another groan in response. Y/n finally noticed Jason and went flying into his arms. She laughed as he hugged her tight. “Jay! You haven’t been home in a while! I missed you.” You shouted.

“Sorry y/n, work kept me busy. But I brought something for you…” Jason said as he held up the toy dog. Y/n let out a squeal of delight and hugged it tight. It was a good thing that it wasn’t alive, otherwise it’d be getting the life squeezed out of it.

“Thank you thank you thank you!” You shouted. Dick frowned. “She didn’t act like that when i gave her a teddy bear.” He huffed. Y/n heard him and gave him a hug too.

“That’s because it was the fifth one you gave me.” You said and the others laughed. Between the laughter, you managed to pick up the smell of coffee. That meant it was either your dad or Tim.

You ran towards the stairs to see who it was and were overjoyed to find the latter. “Tim! Guess what I did to Dami! He played ninja with me and I beat him!” You shouted as you ran to your brother.

Tim laughed and picked you up, carrying you to Dick, Jason, and Damian. “Did you now? He never lets you beat him at ninja! Where’d you get the puppy from?” He asked. You held it up proudly.

“Jay gave it to me!” You exclaimed. Tim laughed as he looked at his predecessor. “I hope that you don’t forget about the little turtle I got you.” He said.

Damian snorted. “She most likely likes my gift best of all. I gave her a Robin. I hope that the rest of you kept the receipts.” He said snidely. You shook your head.

“I like them all the best!” You shouted. Laughter was heard and your brothers turned to see Bruce coming down the stairs too. You made Tim put you down and you ran to hug your father.

“Daddy! Jay got me a puppy and I beat Dami and-” you were cut off by your father lifting you up. “I can see that. Y/n, I think it’s close to dinner though so why don’t you go see grandpa Alfred while I talk to your brothers.” He said.

You nodded and ran off. Bruce watched you go and let out a sigh. “Boys we have a problem. I’ve been getting more threats as of late. Normally I wouldn’t care but the threats seemed to be centered at you. For instance, one of them mentioned about how they would kidnap one of you if I don’t give them any money.”

“You ignored them right? Bruce, you’ve never let one of those messages get to you. It’s not like they know about our jobs at night.” Dick said. Bruce shook his head.

“So far there’s been nothing to show that they know anything. I know that you boys can take care of yourselves but I’m worried about y/n. She can’t fight which will make her a target.”

“B, I think she’s gonna be okay. She managed to hit demon spawn in the face today and we all know that he wasn’t going easy on her.” Jason said. Damian immediately piped up with some excuse as to why he let her win and started another argument.

Bruce pinched the bridge of his nose and went to check on dinner.

************************

Your brother were in your room, saying goodnight. They had tucked you into bed with each of the stuffed animals that they had gotten you. You smiled sleepily at all of them while you snuggled up to your most recent one, your (favorite animal.)

The boys all left the room while your father said his goodnight. Soon they were downstairs, talking in quiet tones. There was no patrol that night, since they had to figure out the best course of action to deal with the threats.

It had been about an hour when the power went out. There wasn’t a storm, so the family was immediately on edge. When the generator didn’t turn on, they panicked.

The sound of breaking glass and a scream rang out in the manor and they all were running to your room. They could hear more yells and a cry of pain from your room, sending your family into a panicked frenzy. “Y/N!!” Bruce shouted. He was the first one there and was shocked.

Your window had been shattered and the pieces were all over the floor. In the short time that it had taken him to get to your room, the intruders had managed to injure you somehow, judging by the blood in the room.

It was all over. On the floor and on the walls, but there was so much on your bed and stuffed animals. Bruce went into detective mode and started trying to find some clues. He hadn’t noticed his sons’ arrival until Tim was helping him search the room.

Jason, Dick, and Damian had already left to find you. While Tim and Bruce looked around, the other three were scouring every possible place you could be. Alfred stayed by the phone in case of a ransom call.

Bruce held your (favorite animal) in his hands. It was hard to believe that only a little while ago, you had been safe at home. Now you were God knows where, possibly being hurt. That’s if you were even alive.

“Bruce? I’m going to need the toy. There could be DNA evidence from the attackers.” Tim said quietly. Bruce nodded numbly and handed it over. Looking around the room, he tried analyzing it as best as he could.

Unfortunately, it was impossible to concentrate. He was so worried about you. If it had been one of the boys taken, the kidnapper wouldn’t have even made it out the window. But you were only a little kid, there wasn’t much you could do.

“Bruce!” Tim shouted. He stood up and went downstairs to find Tim with a smile on his face. “Tim, why are you happy?” Bruce asked.

“The blood isn’t y/n’s. None of it is. It all belongs to a scientist named Joshua Capello. He’s been trying to get funds from Wayne enterprises for months now, remember?” Tim said.

“So when he realized that I wasn’t going to give him the money, he decided to kidnap and threaten one of my kids? That still doesn’t explain how he was able to get pass the security system.”

Tim smirked. “Joshua Capello has been working on making EMP emitters. That’s why you wouldn’t give him the money. I’m guessing that he decided to try one out tonight. I’ve let the others know his address and any other places he’ll be. Y/n will be home safe and sound by morning.”

The phone started to ring and Alfred picked it up. Tim and Bruce were able to hear and they listened intently. “Listen, I have Y/n Wayne and I’m not scared to kill her. Either you give me at least a million dollars or I blow her brains out.” A deep voice spoke out.

“Sir please leave her out of this. No one has to come to any harm. We’ll get you money an-” Alfred started but a scream was heard on the other side. Gunshots were ringing out and there were a couple cries of pain. Soon another person was on the phone.

“Hi Grandpa!” You said cheerfully. “Jay and Dick just took out the bad guy. He wasn’t very nice. Oh wait…. Okay, Dami wants to talk to you.”

Alfred sighed as the phone switched. “Hello Pennyworth. Y/n is safe with only one injury. She had a bruise on her arm from where the man had grabbed her. Grayson will be bringing her home.”

“Thank you master Damian. The blood in miss y/n’s room was confirmed to be her kidnapper’s. What did she do to him?” Alfred asked.

Jason and Dick answered at the same time. “Broken nose!” They shouted in the background. A giggle was heard from you. “Alright, it is well past miss y/n’s bedtime so please bring her home soon.”

Much later that night…

You were finally home. Your big brothers had spent hours fussing over you and making sure that you were alright. Grandpa Alfred had even made you a batch of cookies.

Your dad had been very worried. When you had walked inside, he swept you up into a bone crushing hug and held you that way for a while. Now you were trying to fall asleep. But you couldn’t.

You tossed and turned for a while but nothing seemed to help. Finally, you gave in and walked to your father’s room. “Daddy? Can I sleep with you tonight?” You asked as you opened the door.

Your dad looked at you and patted the bed. You crawled up and under the covers. He smiled down at you before laying down next to you. “You were very brave, y/n. Not a lot of kids can go through what you did.” He said quietly.

You shook your head. “I wasn’t that brave. I was really scared. The bad man kept saying that he’d hurt me. But then Jay and Dick started beating him up while Dami helped me.” You said.

Bruce pulled you in close and hugged you again. “You scared me, y/n. You scared all of us. But you’re safe now and I promise that your brothers and I will keep you safe.”

You closed your eyes and soon fell asleep. He smiled at you and kissed your forehead. “Goodnight my baby bat.”

A/n: I know it sucks. But I’m going to be posting a dialogue prompt thing soon, so request something please. I’d be happy to do it.

This is a short piece from an AU I have where Bruce and Clark met during Bruce’s Batman training. Years later, they’ve been married since before they were heroes, but no one knows. Until Batman is caught kissing Clark Kent.


“You knew Jimmy was there!”

“I- You know how much of a distraction you are, and it was on top of a building full of reporters-”

“You.” Bruce whirled around, jamming his finger into the man’s chest. “Are lying to me. And you are still bad at it.” Kal was quiet for a long moment, standing in place. At long length, his shoulders wilted.

“I… I didn’t plan it, but- but I did notice him,” he admitted, pained.

“Before or after you kissed me?” Bruce challenged. Kal’s silence said it all. “What the hell were you thinking?!”

“I-”

“What kind of PR can I spin about this?! Batman doesn’t do press!”

“Well-”

Don’t you dare make a joke about him ‘doing’ the press right now.

Keep reading

Gone - Part 3

@ mayfeather27  here’s part 3!!

———-

You are now six months pregnant, and are currently living in Tony’s mansion in Ireland. You and Natasha were preparing for the rest of the Avengers to visit. New York was quiet and Tony had gotten the Fantastic Four to agree to watch over the city while they were away.

“Y/N! What are you doing? Let me get that” Tasha called out

You chuckle and squat down anyway, picking up your phone from where you dropped it. “I’m pregnant, not an invalid, Tasha”

The spy stopped beside you, “You could hurt yourself if you fall, and Thor isn’t here to bring you to the hospital”

“I’m not going to fall, and even if I did, I’m a Super Soldier, I’m pretty sure this body could take a fall. Just give it another month or so and you’ll get tires of having to pick everything up for me”

“I’ll never get tired of preserving your help, Сестра”

Sir and the rest of the Avengers have just arrived

Out of habit you look up to the ceiling, “Thanks, JARVIS”

You are quite welcome, Ms. Y/N. May I inquire on the state of your child?

“Now, I know that you have systems that monitor me all day, so you already know how the baby’s doing”

While that is true, I cannot gauge the activity of the child, or how you are feeling

“The baby’s really active today, and I’m fine, a little tired, but fine”

Thank you, Ms. Y/N. I will inform the doctor of your condition

“Thanks, JARVIS”

Before either you or Natasha can move, the door bursts open and Tony walks in. when he catches sight of you he runs forward, intending to scoop you into a hug, but Tasha steps in his way

“No, Tony. You cannot be too rough with her. I will not stand for any of you to injur Y/N or the baby”

“Well it’s good to know that some things never change” Clint calls out, tossing his duffle bag onto the hallway floor

“You may be my best friend, Clint, but if you hurt her, I’ll hurt you”

“Tasha” you snap, she immediately stiffens and glances back at you, “Stop threatening them, they are on vacation. You and Thor are going to have to get used to other people touching me and my stomach.”

Tony steps around Natasha and gives you a gentle hug. “I missed you, Y/N, I haven’t had anyone to watch cheesy horror movies with”

“Well, if you’re staying until the end of the pregnancy then we’ll have plenty of time to catch up”

You pull away from Tony and walk toward Bruce, “Hello, Bruce”

Bruce blushes, “Hi, Y/N.”

“Hello, Hulk”

Bruce’s eyes flash green, “He missed you, too. There hasn’t been a code green since you left. I was wondering if we could go outside and he could …”

Ever since you had joined the Avengers you had made it your goal to bring Bruce and Hulk closer. You had wanted them to understand each other. Eventually Hulk had calmed, would only come out if Bruce wanted him to, or if he was needed. There were practically no more unwanted transformations, and Bruce was a hell of a lot happier than he had been before.

“I’d love to see Hulk, maybe after dinner?”

“Yeah, I’d really like that”

Captain Rogers and Thor are requesting assistance at the quinjet

“Never mind, JARVIS, we got it” Steve called

“Steve!” You quickly waddle over and hug the other Super Soldier, “I missed you!”

“I missed you too, Y/N” Steve gently holds you at arm’s length, “Wow, I think you’ve gotten even bigger since the last time we video chatted”

You chuckle, “Yeah, the baby just keeps on growing!”

Steve’s face suddenly falls, “I’m so sorry, Y/N”

You look up at him, confused, “Why are you sorry? You just got here”

Steve sighs softly, squaring his shoulders, “I told Bucky about the pregnancy”

You choke, your eyes widening in horror, “Steve …”

“I didn’t tell him where you were, or where we were going, but he saw one of the pictures that you sent us. He was furious, calling you names for going and getting you knocked up right after your breakup. I just got so angry, we ended up in a huge fight. I shouted at him that the baby was his” Steve locks eyes with you, “I’m so sorry”

You lift a trembling hand up to your mouth, “I think I need to sit down” You whisper.

Immediately Tasha takes you by the elbow and leads you to the living room, gently sitting you down on the couch. “James has been looking for you for about a month and he hasn’t found us yet. Please calm down, worrying isn’t good for the baby”

“You knew?”

“Of course I knew. Steve called me as soon as Bucky stormed out of the Tower. JARVIS has been keeping track of which Houses he’s been to already”

“I didn’t want Bucky to know about the baby” You look up at Tasha, frantically grabbing her arm, “I don’t want him to take my baby away! You guys can’t let him take my baby”

Steve sits down beside you, “If he even tries to get to you, he’ll have to go through all of us”

You nod quietly and look up at everyone in the room. All of them were nodding along with what Steve had said, “Thank you guys. I think I want to take a nap, I hope you guys don’t mind”

“Go ahead, we’ll start making dinner, and get settled in”

“Thanks, I’ll be up in a little while”

Steve gently pressed a kiss to your forehead, “Let JARVIS know if you need anyone, we’ll all be right here”

Another month has passed and you are rapidly approaching your eighth month of pregnancy. It was getting increasingly difficult to walk around without someone hovering over you. Currently Bruce and Thor were out grocery shopping, Tony and Steve were talking to Phil and getting an update on New York, and Natasha and Clint were playing Mario Kart in the living room. This left you as the only one to answer the door when someone knocks.

“Gimme a minute! I’m moving as fast as I can!” You call out

Ms. Y/N, Ms. Natasha has been alerted to the knock. She has asked me to tell you not to open the door

You chuckle and take a step away from the door “Alright, not need to get nervous, JARVIS. I just wanted to see who it was”

Natasha walks up behind you and grabs the door handle. She pulls the door open about two inches and glances at the person on the other side. As soon as she sees the visitor, Tasha slams the door shut again.

“Go up to your room, Y/N” Tasha growls, pulling out one of her knives. It’s so rare for her to look anxious that is immediately puts you on edge.

“Who was it?” You whisper, dread beginning to fill you

“Сестра, please …”

You step forward and grab the door handle, “Move, Tasha”

Surprisingly she obeys, stepping away from the door, her shoulders hunching slightly in defeat. You throw the door open and freeze when you make eye contact with the person on the other side of the door.

James Buchanan Barnes stood there, his eyes sweeping up and down your body, zeroing in on your protruding stomach.

“Bucky …” His name nothing more than a breath.

He raises his eyes to yours, “Steve wasn’t lying, you really are pregnant”

You nod quietly, “Yeah, I am”

Bucky gently nudged you back inside and steps into the mansion, “Do you know how hard it was to find you? No one would tell me anything, and then they all just left. Eventually I just started going out to all of the properties that Tony owns. I’m sorry it took so long to find you, but JARVIS refused to be any help”

You could feel the shock wear off, and anger rise up to take its place. “That’s what you’re sorry for?!? For taking too long to find me!? Did you ever think that I didn’t want to be found? You left me! I didn’t want you to know about the baby! I didn’t want to force you to stay with me! Our child deserves more than that!” By the end of your rant you can feel tears flowing down your face. Tasha steps forward and hands you a tissue.

“The stress is not good for the baby, Y/N, you need to calm down” While Tasha was extremely gently with you, she rained down all her anger onto Bucky. “How dare you show your face here, Barnes! You think you can just show up and everything will be alright?!”

“I’m so sorry, Y/N” Tears were filling Bucky’s eyes, “I had to leave you, I didn’t have a choice. That day at the café Rumlow called me, he demanded that I end our relationship. He threatened to kill you, to take you back to HYDRA. He had a gun trained on you, and I couldn’t disobey. If I had you might have been killed.”

“If you think that excuse is enough, then you are wrong” Tasha growls

Bucky wasn’t listening to her though; he was only looking at you. “By the time I tracked him down and destroyed the facility, you were gone. I went back to the Tower to get some help. That was where I saw the picture of you pregnant. I just got so angry that I started calling you names and then Steve told me that the baby was mine. That was when I realized why HYDRA wanted you so badly.” Bucky let out a soft sob, “He wouldn’t tell me where you were. And then when I went back a week later everyone was gone and JARVIS wouldn’t tell me where they went. I managed to track then here, to you.” Bucky drops down onto his knees and grabs your hands, “Do you – do you think you could ever forgive me?”

You sigh quietly, “I don’t know, Bucky. I hurt when you left, it felt like you didn’t even care, like I meant nothing to you”

“I know, and I’ll do anything to make up for that! Just – please give me a second chance. I’d never have left you if I had the choice, I just didn’t see any way out of it”

“One chance, Bucky, only one, that’s all you get”

Bucky peppers kisses all over your hand, “Thank you, thank you, thank you …”

“You have to get everyone else to forgive you too, Bucky” you tell him, Bucky nods frantically, “One mistake Buck, one, and you’re gone”

“I promise, Y/N. I promise I’ll do anything to make it up to you”

“I’ve already accepted your apology, it’s the others that you have to worry about”

—————

Part 4

haunt-the-stars  asked:

angst prompt 1 with Dick? :))) hurt my heart pls thank u

Based on a dream I had that I ranted about to @laquilasse and got way too emotional over.

Sequel to this prompt. Hopes this hurts enough for you :)


Dick wakes up, which immediately sets off alarm bells in his head. He isn’t sure why, but he knows that he isn’t supposed to be here, in pain, still taking shallow breaths of the oxygen fed from the mask strapped to his face.

He’s staring at the ceiling, wondering what went wrong where when he hears something clatter to the ground. When Dick looks to the medbay door, he locks gazes with Tim, who is standing just inside the room, frozen.

“Tim,” Dick says weakly, pulling the mask off. “Timmy, come here.”

But Tim doesn’t move. He just stares at Dick, like he can’t believe that Dick is awake, alive. Yeah, well neither can Dick. But he’s here, and now he needs to deal with the consequences of being here.

The last thing Dick remembers is bleeding out on the floor of a warehouse, Bruce crouching above him trying to keep him alive. Dick remembers letting go, but it looks like Bruce had been able to keep him here. Too keep him from letting go.

Part of Dick wants to be angry, wants to scream and rage at Bruce in the quiet of the Cave, but Bruce isn’t here right now, and Dick’s tired. It’s just him and Tim, and Dick thinks it would be wonderful if he could just lie down and hold his little brother in his arms.

“Tim,” Dick says again, stronger this time, and it seems to be enough to spur Tim into action. Tim crouches down to pick up the utility belt he’d let slide from his fingers upon Dick’s waking, sets it down on the next cot, and walks over to Dick’s bedside. He hesitates before he sits down on the chair, though, and Dick only huffs a breath of irritation. “Just sit, Tim. I’m not gonna bite you.”

“I know that,” Tim says, sitting down heavily in the chair. There’s no heat in his voice, though. Just exhaustion. It makes Dick wonder how long he’d been unconscious.

“Where’s Bruce?” Dick asks, opening up a different can of worms. Tim doesn’t answer, and Dick can only sigh. He should have known. “The study or the gym?”

“Gym,” Tim says, eyebrows furrowing. “But how did—”

Dick chuckles darkly. “I’m surprised, Tim. I would have thought that you’d know by now that when it happens enough you learn to pick up on it.”

Tim shrugs. “Usually he’s by the computer, researching the hell out of something.”

“Not this time.” And Dick’s voice is quiet, grave, when he continues, “This time, there’s nothing to research. Back—Back when I was Robin, this would happen sometimes. And after Bruce couldn’t stand sitting there anymore,” Dick nods at Tim’s chair, “he’d find some way to punish himself over what happened.”

Tim hums. “I guess—he still does that.”

“Just not as often, yeah,” Dick says. “He likes to punish himself mentally nowadays. But sometimes I think he feels it isn’t enough.”

There’s nothing more to say to that, so Dick and Tim lapse into silence. Tim sits by his bed, and Dick stares at his brother’s face. He knows what’s coming next. He can see it in Tim’s expression, and he hopes that it comes sooner rather than later, because Dick’s eyes are drooping. He’s about ready to drop.

Then, Tim’s expression crumples, and he puts a hand over his eyes. His breath hitches and he’s curling into himself. “Sorry,” Tim whispers. “I’m sorry, Dick.”

“There’s nothing to be sorry for,” Dick hushes him, fumbling with clumsy fingers to catch Tim’s wrist and pull his little brother closer to him. There’s practically no resistance. Tim comes easily, climbing onto the cot—which, they’re really more like beds, and he and Tim just barely fit—and sobbing into Dick’s chest. Dick ignores the twinge of pain and focuses on consoling his brother. “Hey, it’s okay. I’m okay.”

Tim nods, but his face stays buried into his shirt, his shoulders shaking, and Dick holds him with his good arm. They stay that way for a long time.

Later, when Tim’s asleep and Dick’s just barely on the edge of it, Dick thinks that he sees Bruce peering in, a soft look on his face. And there’s Bruce again. Just Bruce. And he’s looking at Tim and Dick like he’s seeing the world, and Dick wishes for nothing more than to just his hold his dad’s hand right now at this moment.

He wants Bruce holding his hand, and he wants all of his baby brothers in his arms. But Bruce ducks away again, and the only weight against his is Tim’s. Still, he takes it, and he thinks that maybe when he can stay awake without feeling the ache in his shoulder and the tiredness in his bones, maybe he’ll get what he wants.

But for now, he’s got one baby brother next to him, and he decides to take the win.

3

Childhood Friend

PART 3

You woke up in a small white room, your eyes blurring in and out of vision, all you could see was a white ceiling with lights hanging. Confusion washed over you, your senses weren’t reacting to much, you could only see so much with a blurred vision. You could only smell the scent of sterile objects, it was nothing but clean in the room, but the one thing you noticed, the blankets are shit.

“Don’t try and sit up too quick.” you heard a man’s voice from your side, when you looked over, you saw a man with curly brown hair on top of his head, his skin pale as can be. He pushed a pair of glasses back up on his eyes, he had dark brown hair that seemed to match his dark beard, “I’m Bruce Banner.”

Bruce walked over to a sink, putting a cup underneath the sink and filling it with water, “Here you go.”

You took the water from Bruce’s hand, you drank it down in minute, never truly realizing how chapped or thirsty you were. You finally got to look at the room you were in, you laid in a tiny bed, thin sheets covering you, an IV to your left, other things like a lamp and desks spread out amongst the room.

You had expected the walls to be painted white, but instead it was see through glass, there were people walking back and forth. “Where am I?”

“Avengers tower, in our medical center.” Bruce was checking off stuff on his clipboard, you wanted to know what he was writing, but you were more curious about the people outside the glass walls.

“Your parents should be here soon.” You looked up at him, you may have been confused on where you were, but you would always know who your parents are.

Bruce walked over to you, “we wanted to keep you here for awhile, but Cap insisted on sending you home with your parents.”

“Can I see them?” Bruce looked up from his clipboard, “who?”

“The man you who helped me.” Bruce pulled out a phone, dialing a number, he said a few words and hung up the phone, a few moments later, a man with a clean shaven face walked towards you, his dirty blonde hair wind blown to the side. “Hey, how you doing, kid?”

The man walked over to you and sat on the foot of the bed, “Do I get to go home?” He nodded, “you go home to Queens tonight.”

A smile spread on your face, “what is the day today?”

Bruce checked his watch, “August 13th.”

A sobbed cry came from outside the glass door, you looked to where it was coming from, you saw a woman standing there, her hand over her mouth and tears flooding from her eyes. A man came up from behind her, looking towards you.

“Who are they?” You questioned, the blonde man turned around, “that’s your mother and father.”

You stood up from the bed, struggling to keep your body up, the woman rushed in, she walked to you, putting your hand on your face, shock in her eyes. She couldn’t speak, her heart slowing down as she stood in shock. “Y-Y/N?”

“M-mom.” She pulled you in quickly, her hands grabbing onto you tightly, her eyes flooding with tears, you put your hand on the back of her head, almost in a way to comfort her.

Your dad came up behind the two of you, your mom let go, now letting you walk over and hug your father tightly. After a series of hugs and your parents weeping, they looked to Bruce Banner, “can we take her home now?”

Bruce gestured to the bed, you sat down slowly, he walked over, taking the IV out slowly, and doing a few more check ups before you were able to leave. “Yes, go ahead.”

A girl with red hair walked into the room, a tight black suit on her body, she held a pair of clothes in her hand, “here you are, sweetheart.”

You took the clothes out of her hands, once you did, you looked around for a bathroom, hoping you wouldn’t have to change in front of everyone. The redhead gestured towards the bathroom, you sent her a thank you smile, you soon walked into the bathroom.

The bathroom had a black marble sink, where you set down the clothes, a shower with a moveable blue curtain and a regular toilet. You looked at yourself in the mirror, you had deep dark bags under your eyes, a sick burn and dark ring around your neck, the collar. Your hair was a lengthy mess, it was all the way down to your hips, and most of it had been curled or even fallen out due to stress or torture.

You started to strip downwards, looking at your body as you did, there were scars marking up your body, each one deep and turning a dullish red color. The one that was obvious was on the back of your neck, it was the last symbol you saw and the only one that mattered for the past 3 years. Hydra.

You looked like you hadn’t eaten in forever, your bones showing through your skin, they almost looked hollow. You almost looked hollow. You put on the quite large grey sweater, it went down to your mid thigh, you pulled on the black sweatpants, they had a bright red A on the side.

Once you were dressed, you walked out of the bathroom and back into the room, seeing your parents standing there, “let’s go home honey”

You nodded at them, your mother walking over and grabbing ahold of you as to try and keep you close to her. You started to head home with them, both of them kept looking back at you, checking to see how you were doing, mostly because they thought you were gonna go missing in about 2 minutes.

“How long till we are there?” Your mom turned around to look at you, “only 10 minutes. Peter is going to be excited to see you.”

“Who?” You questioned while looking out of the window, a look of shock washed over her, “Peter Parker, our old neighbor”


For some reason you couldn’t remember anything about the past, it was almost like most of it never really happened. A dark memory came back into your mind, you had been in a dirty room, the floors dirt, walls barely sustainable, bars lining the windows, the door shut with a lock and pad on the other side.

“We’re here honey.” You snapped yourself back into reality, looking at the place around you, it was a large brown brick building, some spots covered in moss, but there was a large fire escape covering the middle of the building, each person having access to it.

Your parents exited the car, your mom walked around the car and pulled your door open, she looked down at you with a sympathetic smile, you crawled out of the car, following behind the two individuals you knew as your parents.

“We left your room as is.” You smiled, but waited, you were scared to walk back into this building, the people inside, they didn’t know you, just as you didn’t know them. Your mother grabbed your hand, she pulled you into the building, you were terrified, but you somehow knew you could trust these two people.

They walked you up to this apartment, you pulled the door open, all of the walls were painted a dark red color, leather couches and one chair placed amongst the room. The floor was wooden and shiny, but the thing that stuck out was the large TV on a glass nightstand.

You noticed multiple boxes resting around the living room, you were curious as to why, “why are there boxes?”

“Oh, uh, me and your mother are getting a divorce honey.” Your father looked ashamed in himself as he played with his fingers, “oh.. Is it because I disappeared?”

Your mother shook her head, at that point you knew you were the reason your parents were leaving each other, you wanted them to stay together, but you didn’t know what happened in those past three years.

“Here is your room honey.” You followed your mother into a room, the walls were painted a bright blue, a bed leaned up against the far wall and a window laid at the end of it. Next to the bed was a wooden night stand, a white lamp placed on it. The room was basically empty, there was only the bed, nightstand and a dresser.

“I’ll let you get settled in, then we can go shopping, get you some new clothes.” You smiled happily at her, and walked over to sit on the bed, she left the door open as she walked out. You looked around once more, feeling a strange sense of comfort as you laid back on the bed, “here hun. Try these on, they might fit you.”

She handed you a pair of clothes,they were a pair of shorts and a green tank top, you took them out of her hands and waited for her to leave the room. Once she walked out, you started to change, taking off the large sweatshirt and the large pants. You pulled on the tank top and shorts, only to realize they were to big as well.

“Uh, mom?” She walked in the room, you had the shorts on, but you had to hold them with one hand, most of the shorts bunched to your side. “Oh.. Umm. My things might be a little big for you. I can see if May has anything.”

Your mom walked out of the room, but she gestured for you to follow behind her, you did as told. You guys walked through the apartment and out again, going to the neighbors and she knocked loudly.

A woman with long brown hair and circle glasses opened the door, she stood in skinny jeans and a purple V neck, her eyes a dark brown, in all honesty she was beautiful. “Hey Y/M/N, how are you today?”

She turned to you, confused for a minute, “who is this.” Your mom held your hand, “this is Y/N”

May’s expression dropped, she looked you up and down, happiness and fear spread onto her face, “Y/N-N?”

You nodded, she grabbed ahold of you quickly, pulling you into a bone crushing hug, she held you there for a minute. She pulled away from you, looking at you with a joyful face, she held your chin, her thumb resting on your chin. “You have grown so much.”

She was shocked to see you, almost relieved, “have you told anyone else” Your mother shook her head, “you are the first to know. I was hoping to get her comfortable first. But none of my clothes will fit her and she looked about your size.

“Of course, come on in.” May welcomed you into her house, you walked into the house, noticing the decor was pretty close to yours, but the only difference was that it was more girly, had little pink details or more, but you liked it.

“Here you can follow me,” May started to walk into a different room, in front of you was a king sized bed, only one side made, a nightstand on each side, and a dresser close to the door. “What do you like to wear?”

“A pair of jeans and a shirt will work just fine.” You sat down on the bed, May walked to her dresser, pulling out a pair of jeans, she pushed the drawer closed, pulling open another one, “here you are, go ahead and change in the bathroom.”

You took the clothes from her hands, and looked around, “Oh, I, uh, don’t know where the bathroom is..”

She walked out the door, “it’s down the hallway” you spoke thank you lightly and walked out of the room, going into the hallway. You noticed pictures hanging up on the walls, each one of a different person, there was one of May and some mysterious man, and then the next one of a younger May with a young boy.

You looked at it, recognizing the boy, Peter. A smile came to your face as few memories washed into your head, you spoke lightly under your breath, “turtles can breathe through their buttholes..”

You turned away from the photo, continuing down the hallway, you got to an intercross, there were two doors, one to the left and one to the right, well left door it is.

When you pulled the door open, you wished to see a bathroom, but instead you saw a room, a large room with a bunkbed and a few dressers. You then saw something that looked oddly familiar, a red cup sitting on a nightstand, it was filled with popsicle sticks.

Curiosity welled up inside you, you walked over and grabbed the cup, reading some of the popsicle sticks, one of them was about turtles, some about cats. You laughed at some of the sticks, but you noticed one was out of place, a purple popsicle stick that sat on the desk instead of the bowl.

You picked it up, reading the side of the stick, “August 13th, I will return home.”

“Y/N, you find the bathroom yet?” You heard May’s voice call through the apartment, you walked out of the room, and went to the door on the right, soon realizing that was the bathroom. You stripped down once more, changing into a new pair of clothes, but the shirt was a little too tight, it hugged your chest, and stopped at your belly button.

“How is it going in there?” May’s voice echoed in the living room, you walked out of the bathroom, the old clothes folded and in your hands. “Umm. the shirt is a little tight..”

May looked you up and down, the shirt was truly too tight, maybe around 2 sizes too small, “so as it appears, you have a larger chest than I. “ She smiled at you, almost finding amusement in this, you only smiled and took off the shirt, leaving you in nothing but a bra. “Go ahead and sit in the bathroom and we will try and find a shirt that fits you.”

You walked into the bathroom, sitting down on the toilet, but you played with the popsicle stick that sat in your hand, it had to mean something to you, but you didn’t know what. You stood up, setting the stick on the counter. You rested your hands on the counter, looking at yourself in the mirror once more, you were just ready to sleep in an actual bed.

“AUNT MAY!!! Did you move my room around?” You heard a sound coming from outside the bathroom, you pulled open the door, taking a peek outside. “Hey, how are you today Y/M/N?”

May was in the door, standing there with a folded black sweater in her hand, you took it happily and put it on yourself, the sweater was large but not terribly. You looked in the mirror, the sweater said “midtown high”

You walked out of the bathroom, the popsicle stick now in your back pocket, May walked away, leaving you alone in the bathroom. You slowly followed after her, pulling the door open, you held the popsicle stick deciding to put it in your back pocket.


You started to walk out of the room, and into the thin hallway, May and your mom sat in the living room, each one of them laughing and looking at each other, but they stopped speaking when you walked in.

“That looks good on you. Actually fits.” You nodded, holding up the shirt, “belongs to Peter.”

May stood up once more, adjusting the shirt on your body, you were then interrupted by a young man practically running into the room, you had recognized him almost instantly. His familiar brown hair that curled at the ends, his dark eyes that were somehow memorizing, his clean jawline and soft face.

“Where did you put it?” He started to yell at her, saying accusations at his aunt, you only stood there, your mind completely blank. “I didn’t touch it Peter.”

Peter seemed to be so focused on whatever was missing that he didn’t even notice your presence, but he soon noticed you. You were standing next to May, wearing his sweatshirt, but yet all he seemed to care about was the stranger standing there.

“Peter.. “ Aunt May tried to explain, but Peter cut her off by walking towards you, you long to pull your best friend into you, it had been so long until you saw his face. You reached into your back pocket, pulling the popsicle stick out, and holding it in your two hands.

Your eyes traveled up to see Peter standing inches from you, a blank stare on his face. In this moment, you realized how much he had grown, everything changed, he had longer hair, a sharper jaw, his body had become built, he was handsome with his complex features.

His eyes traveled down to the popsicle stick in your hand, when you first saw him, you had no idea what to say to him, you didn’t even think he recognized you, ”I’m guessing this is yours.”

You handed out the popsicle stick, his shaky hands reached out for it, Peter had tears swell in his eyes as he took the stick from your hands. His deep eyes kept looking into yours, “I know it’s a little late, but I’m home..”

Peter put his hand on your arm, almost as if he had to see if you were real, he put his other hand on the side of your face, “I though-t y-you were dead-d.”

His voice was shaky, his eyes starting to puff up, you started to think of all the pain you put him through, “I won’t do that to you again..”

“I was so angry at you for leaving. I don’t wanna feel that way anymore.”

You took a minute to think about what he was saying, only biting down on your bottom lip. Peter was having a hard time processing the fact that you were right in front of him, a dead girl walking.

Before you knew it, Peter had engulfed you into a hug, his hands wrapped tightly around your waist, You didn’t have time to react, Peter put his hand on the back of your neck, bringing you into him.

Your arms soon traveled up to his neck, wrapping them around as you hugged him back.Peter’s arms flinched as his arms pulled you even closer, he didn’t want to let go, the fear of you leaving a sick reality.

You felt some of his tears hit your cheek, you looked up at him, your eyes staring into his, “You don’t have to. I’m not going anywhere.”

Peter looked deep into your eyes, his still bubbling with tears, you felt a buzz in the back of your neck, but the collar wasn’t there, your eyes flashed the dark blue once again and you inhaled deeply.

Peter released you quickly, you dropped to your knees, Peter trying to walk towards you, but you put your hand up, he backed up slowly. There was something in the pit of your stomach, trying to tell you to avoid the emotions you were feeling, the automatic shock when you felt any sense of emotion.

Everyone in the room looked at you in shock, your eyes staying blue as your hand went to the back of your neck. Peter walked to you carefully, but he then noticed your glowing blue eyes, “Y/N-N?”

Peter dropped to his knees beside you, shocked as to why you were in pain, he whispered lightly in your ear, “what did they do to you?”

part 4?

Phantom of the Opera - Bruce Wayne x Reader

A/N: I didn’t do nearly as much with Two Face as I intended but I’m pretty happy with how it turned out. 

Prompt: Hey! I’ve been waiting so long to request this. A phantom of the opera modern au with Bruce as Raoul, batmom as Christine, and two face as the phantom. Please and thank you. I really love your writing. ❤️

Despite being raised in a wealthy cultured household, he had never been all that fond of the opera. He just simply had other things on his mind. Tonight his mind was focused on the rumors that a ghost haunted this opera house. A murder had taken place and he was determined to get to the bottom of it. The police had written it off of a freak accident but Bruce suspected there was something sinister at play here.

He was escorted to his private box by a friendly, smiling usher. He sat down in one of the plush seats and waited for the show to start before he would slip out and begin his investigation while everyone was distracted. The curtains pulled away and that was Bruce’s cue to begin his work but before he could leave the box your beautiful familiar voice filled the theatre. He stopped in his spot turned to see that it was in fact you standing on the stage, the perfect picture of elegance.   

“Can it be?” He whispered to himself.  “Can it be [Y/N]?” You had been but a memory for him, all but forgotten in his past. You were his first friend, his first crush, his first girlfriend, his first everything. He smiled to himself thinking of the beautiful woman that you had grown into. Maybe once all this is over he could drop in backstage to say hello to an old friend.

Bruce forced himself to turn away from your enthralling performance and he traveled around the shadows performing his investigation. He found a few clues but little pointing to an actual culprit. He would need to come back when the theatre was empty to some of the areas that were just simply impossible to get to while a performance was going on.

Normally this would be the point where Bruce would go home and work on the case in the cave but he felt compelled to stay this time and listen to you sing. It had been so long since he heard your voice, he had forgotten how amazing you were. When the performance was done he snuck backstage and let himself into your dressing room.

“You were beautiful out there tonight.” He said. You back was turned to him. When you heard his voice you gasped and turned around in surprise.

“Bruce?” You asked, not quite sure if the handsome man in front of you was indeed your childhood friend.

“It’s been a while hasn’t it?” He asked with a laugh. You got up from your seat and rushed over to him to envelope him in a tight hug.

“I’ll say! Look at you! You got all handsome and dapper on me!” You said jokingly.

“Are you implying I wasn’t always handsome?” Bruce asked in mock offense.

“Well we were kids. I couldn’t always appreciate it then.” You rolled your eyes. “So what brings you here Bruce? You never really liked the opera when we were kids.”

“Tastes can change can’t they?” Bruce reasoned, avoiding giving you a real answer. He should have known you would see right through him. You were always uncannily perceptive, even as kids. “Fine. I heard rumor of a murderous phantom haunting this place and I was curious.” He answered a little more honestly when you gave him a look that said you didn’t believe him. Your face went pale at his second answer.

“The phantom?” You asked fearfully.

“Don’t tell me you believe in the Phantom of the Opera.” Bruce laughed. You were always so logical, he couldn’t believe that you so suddenly developed a belief in the paranormal.

“No of course not.” You whispered lifelessly, your gaze not meeting his. “Um, excuse me Bruce. I have to go check on something. It was great catching up with you, truly.” You said hurriedly. Before Bruce could protest you rushed out of the dressing room and ran down the hall. Sensing something was terribly wrong, Bruce ran after you calling after you.

“[Y/N]! Wait! Tell me what’s wrong. I can help, whatever it is.”

“The Phantom of the Opera is here inside my mind, Bruce.” You cried. Your eyes shone with tears which Bruce wiped from your cheeks.

“What do you mean, [Y/N]?” Bruce asked searching your eyes for the answers he was looking for. You wrenched your eyes shut and shook your head.

“He’s real Bruce. The Phantom’s real and he’s always here in my head, whispering to me.” You sobbed. Bruce wrapped his arms around you and brought you to his chest, gently rocking you back and forth.

“These voices-?” Bruce started to ask before your eyes shot open and you gave him a hard look.

“You think I’m crazy. I’m not crazy! I’ve seen him Bruce and I’ll never be able to forget that grotesque deformed face. He’s killed people Bruce. You need to leave. If he finds out that you’re here with me, he’ll -” You cried, panicking. Bruce cut you off with a firm kiss. Your lips moved desperately along with his. It had been so long since you broke up that you had both forgotten what this felt like. “He’ll kill you.” You murmured against Bruce’s lips when you separated briefly. Bruce only grunted in response before reconnecting you lips.

You’re mine. Your chains are still mine. I will get rid of this suitor and I’ll teach you once and for all who you belong to.’ The Phantom’s voice hissed in your ear. Your eyes shot open, wide eyed in fear. You pushed Bruce away and fell to the floor hugging your knees to your chest.

“What is it, [Y/N]? Please talk to me. I’m here, nothing can harm you.” Bruce encouraged, taking you hands in his.

“He’ll always be there singing songs in my head.” You whimpered.

“You said yourself he’s nothing but a man.” Bruce asked. You didn’t responded and just stared blankly in front of you. The Phantom’s voice filled your head and his threats chilled you to the core. Bruce didn’t know what he could do to help you. He didn’t even know if he could help you.

Bruce stared at you searched for some sort of answer when he noticed the earrings you were wearing. He remembered you always wore them when you were younger. They were one of the few items that belonged to your mother who died when you were just a young girl. You rarely ever took them off.

“Are those your mother’s earrings?” Bruce asked bringing his finger up to your ear to get a better look at the small pearls.

“Yes. You remembered.” You smiled softly.

“[Y/N] I need you to trust me. Take the earrings off.” Bruce said. You looked up at him with the utmost trust in your eyes. You reached up and took off the earrings, feeling naked when they were both out.

To your surprise, the voices in your head ceased when you removed the earrings. You let out a sob of relief and threw the earrings to the side. You closed the distance between you and Bruce and pulled him into a tight hug.

“Take me away from this nightmare, Bruce. All I want is freedom, a world with no more night.” You sobbed against his chest. He gently ran his fingers through your soft hair and pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

“You’re safe, he won’t find you ever again. Your fears are far behind you, [Y/N].” Bruce reassured you.

“Promise me.” You insisted.

“Anything.” Bruce responded immediately.

“Promise me you need me with you now and always. Promise you’ll stay beside me to hold me and hide me.” You continued. “That’s all I ask of you.”

“If you promise me something in return.” Bruce said gently intertwining his fingers with yours. “Say you’ll share with me one love, one lifetime. Let me lead you from your solitude. Say you need me with you, here beside you. Anywhere you go let me go too. [Y/N], that’s all I ask of you.” He said in return.

“Say you love me.” You prompted weakly, reaching your hand up to gently cradle his jaw. You wanted to hear the words that had been too long foreign to you.

“You know I do.” Bruce swore, leaning in and connecting your lips in a passionate kiss. No more wasted time, no more obstacles. You loved each other and you weren’t about to let each other go ever again.

anonymous asked:

what kind of majors do you think jason would be interested in an au where he never died?

one of my favorite topics! 

i think that, especially when he was younger, ‘everything’ probably wouldn’t be underselling how much he wanted to just learn and absorb things. i think he’d want to learn and probably have spent a fair amount of time angsting in the kitchen while bruce looked on in bewilderment at why jason was sitting around at two in the morning getting all upset because he hadn’t planned out his entire future at sixteen. 

‘i’m a failure,’ jason would say, eating ice-cream and dried mangoes and probably blaming bruce for not encouraging him to pick a life path yet. 

he’d probably focus on where he wanted to study, not what, for a while, and he’d have like fifteen backup schools and would have all of that stuff at least sorted early enough that everyone would be like ‘chill, jason’ and he’d be like ‘STOP WANTING ME TO FAIL’ 

he’d be utterly insufferable whenever the topic so much as came up, okay, bruce would wish for the days of dick, who honestly had mostly let bruce run his life until he hadn’t anymore and then flounced off and dropped out of college, and actually no, this is fine, bruce would think, and probably donate more money to whatever school jason was eying up this week (princeton, it’s ivy league and close to home and bruce is insufferable and @margoshkas favors it for bruce’s alma mater in a universe he wasn’t an underachieving globe trotter for 12 years). 

eventually i could see jason’s interest in literature maybe overtaking the sciences or engineering, but ultimately i don’t think he’d go to college just for fun or to focus solely on what interested him. he’s a bit like bruce in that he’s one for causes, and he has a particular disregard for the system and particularly how things are in gotham so i think law might appeal. i think he’d thoroughly enjoy arguing with wayne enterprise’s lawyers and pulling a harvey dent and going for D.A. he might take a few politics papers but i think that area on the whole wouldn’t be something he’d go into unless he really, really had a reason to. literature and drama would be the fun subjects but again, while i think he’d love doing them, he might lose the drive to complete a full degree in something like that, and would tailor his education to his causes. 

other things he might be interested in: engineering (industrial or mechanical, really, he seems good with building things and getting people), medicine (less out of pure interest and more because of his overachieving nature as a kid and to Make Dad Proud, and it’s a viable way to help others, especially in canons where Leslie Thompkins helped him out as a kid), professional student (i had a cousin who just got degree after degree and honestly jason would probably love that tbh). 

but honestly in the end i think in a world where jason never died he’s obviously going to become a fashion designer so he can shame dick grayson at every available opportunity and i think that’s valid. 

haunt-the-stars  asked:

ha i can totally see damian having a lil crush on jon or on some other boy he knows and like trying to ~lowkey~ bring it up to Dick bc hes kinda worried about Bruce's reaction to his (maybe, he doesn't know, he's FREAKIN OUT) orientation? And Dick realizes and is like "damian. dude. my dude. lil d. bro. none of us are straight. at all. im so bi. jason more like gayson. tim once asked bruce how much it would cost to buy Chris Pine's hand in marriage. its fine damian its SO FINE."

3

I love that Jon and Damian call each other and talk. I love that the their families get together for Christmas. I love that Clark, Lois, and Jon have matching Christmas sweaters. I love that Bruce and Damian show up to, like, everything in suits. I love that Damian bought the ultimate present for Jon, even though they were fighting over chopping down Christmas trees the last time they were in a comic together. I love that they’re best friends, even if Damian would probably vehemently deny it.

I just love these families and I need to see more of them.

Edit: oh yeah, and I love that Damian is so awkward and clearly self-conscious that he has to use “strategic training" as code for “I want to play video games together.”

Before the Dawn (Part 3/?)

Summary: The Avengers are called to destroy a HYDRA weapon, but when they arrive at it’s location, they find you there. Bucky knows you’re highly dangerous, your powers even more so, but he can’t help but get closer to you.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader (slower burn)

Word Count: ~2500

Warnings: Language, angst, and food/starvation tw!! (nothing is majorly detailed, but it is mentioned/is a theme!)

A/N: Apologies for this update taking so long, but school has been kicking my butt, and obviously, that comes first. Still, I hope you all continue to enjoy this series! (Also, I’m putting a Wanda GIF because I love her & she’s a bigger character in this part.)

Originally posted by dailywandamaximoffs

Keep reading