AN: I think y’all waited long enough hah sorry fuck I’m awful at short fics
WARNING: um there mayyyyy be a sex scene so if you’re not into that sorry. also i haven’t written a sex scene in a long time so don’t laugh. if you want to skip that then look for the break.
It had made the Metropolis nightly news that Superman was actually alive, and you already knew what the headlines were going to say when he had set you down on the street. When he had caught you, his arms wrapped protectively around your bare back and under your legs, and you could see it now - “Superman saves Gotham City woman from the Joker”. Not only did you feel guilty from making Clark come out of hiding, but Bruce?
Bruce was going to be furious with you.
As Clark, or Superman, landed to the ground, he slowly released you from his grasp, your feet gently touching the ground as your hands rested against his emblemed chest. A crowd began to gather around, chattering about what they had just seen, and you whispered breathlessly, “Thank you.”
Clark nodded, and you both glanced up towards the roar of a helicopter. It had appeared almost out of thin air, and you glared to get a closer look at the body hanging from the rail. When you realized it was the Joker, you closed your eyes and shook your head. You could feel Bruce’s eyes glaring down at you, and Clark mumbled, “He’s mad.”
Snyder Haters: Let the Snyder fans have their happiness. They’re not “toxic” to the DC fandom. Nor do they need to be “enlightened” on the flaws of his movies. If you see a Zack Snyder positivity post and feel the urge to reblog it with your commentary: Don’t. Instead: Leave a regular comment on the post. Or message the poster yourself and have a reasonable conversation.
Snyder Fans: Don’t assume that someone who doesn’t like Batman v Superman or Man Of Steel is as bad as @veracht. Some haters are reasonable and willing to listen to the other side. It won’t change their opinions, however; Nothing’s ever that easy.
Requested by lanterngreengirl -a request where: the reader is dating Hal Jordan and Superman kidnaps her in order for Hal to join his side. Set in Injustice universe.
“Are you sure you have to go?” you asked, stretching lazily on the bed. Hal glanced over at you, smirking slightly as he slipped on some clothes.
“Yeah, I do,” Hal replied, shrugging his shoulders. “I’ve got a meeting on Oa to discuss what we should do about Superman.”
You shivered, pulling the covers around you. “Are you sure that’s safe?”
“What do you mean?” Hal asked, frowning. He slowly sat down beside you while slipping on his ring.
Biting your lip, you looked down at your lap. “Well, Superman is dangerous. He’s already overthrown the government. Don’t you think he’ll be upset if the Green Lanterns are talking about what to do with him?”
Hal laid his hand under your chin, raising your head to meet his eyes. “(Y/N), Baby, we don’t have to be afraid of Superman. I can kick his butt any day, any Green Lantern can.” He smiled, giving you a sideways look. “Well, maybe everyone except Guy.”
“Funny,” you chuckled, rolling your eyes. You took his hand, kissing his palm. “Just be careful, okay?”
“Aren’t I always?” Hal teased, getting to his feet to transform into his Green Lantern uniform. You narrowed your eyes at him.
“No, you’re not,” you retorted, giving him a cool look.
“That’s true,” Hal admitted, rubbing the back of his head. “But I promise I will this time. You don’t have to worry.” He leaned down to kiss your cheek before backing towards the balcony doors. “I’ll be back tomorrow night.”
“You better. Remember we’re going to check out that cake shop for the wedding,” you reminded softly as he opened the balcony door.
“How could I forget?” Hal winked at you before he closed the door. He glowed green, flying into the air and disappearing from your sight. You let out a slow breath, pulling the covers tightly around you. Laying down, you tried to go back to sleep, but you couldn’t help feeling like this was going to be the last time.
The day had been a long and frustrating one but that was hardly going to stop Bruce from going out on patrol. In fact, patrol was usually his preferred method of dealing with long and frustrating days. It was a more direct way of feeling like it mattered, doing something that wasn’t about him.
He was already in the cape and suit, cowl hanging back, going over routes and recent crime reports on the computer to plot out the route that needed the most attention in the absence of specific emergency.
There was a rush of chilled cave air and he knew before he turned that Superman would be there. He glanced at the section of screen on the second monitor that managed the alert system for the Watchtower, confident he hadn’t missed any attempts at contact.
The True Core of The Man Of Steel (Or “What Superman Means to Me”)
If you ask most people who their favorite superhero is you’ll rarely hear anyone say Superman, and why would you.
There’s no depth to him, there’s nothing left to explore or deconstruct about the character outside of why he doesn’t have the biggest god complex in history.
Most see him as being a bland, overpowered, uninteresting boy scout who always saves the day. He’s not even my favorite superhero but I do feel that he is a figure that represents and stands for something very important but who most misunderstand, especially in the over-saturated climate of super hero films that we have today. No offense to Zack Snyder but I don’t think he understands what makes the character work either which is why I find his portrayal of the character in is film to be so frustrating.
In my favorite Superman stories(All Star Superman, Earth One, Secret Identity, etc) there had always been a great emphasis on certain values that Superman held. They weren’t about how powerful, godlike, misunderstood and burdened he was, they were about Superman being humble and kind to others. Showing how he genuinely cared about the people around him because he knew that everyone need a helping hand from time to time when life got rough. Allow me to show some examples.
All Star Superman consists of a series of stories that chronicle Superman’s last days after an accident on a rescue mission causes him to develop a condition that makes him more powerful than ever but is also slowly killing him. There is one moment in the comic where Sups is explaining his condition to Lois and he hears someone desperately pleading on their phone with someone on the other end not to take their own life. Without hesitation he explains to Louis that he has to go and races of to save this person, when he gets there he sees a teenage girl standing on the edge of a building crying as she drops the phone she was using to talk to her therapist off the edge before preparing to jump. Rather than easily grabbing her and taking her down by force, he appears behind her and explains that her therapist really was being held up by traffic and hasn’t given up on her, he tells her that she’s stronger than she thinks and embraces her with a hug.
Another example of this can been seen in an issue of Superman Grounded. Sups comes across a large group of people(police, fire department, ambulance, etc) are all looking up at a woman about to jump from a skyscraper. An officer asks Sups if he can go up there and grab her but Sups says that he’ll talk to her instead, the woman tells Sups not to touch her and Sups promises not to take her down by force. She lets out all of her frustrations on him about her life, her anxieties and her fears at him and at the end she asks him if she can just sit there for a while and rest, Sups agrees. A time lapses happens where we see, in panels, things go from day to night and Superman simply floating there in front of her, not leaving her and not judging her. Eventually she comments on all the people looking up at her and Sups tells her about a friend he lost to suicide a long time ago, he tells her that if she believes that she has no more good days left in her life that he will respect her wishes and let her jump but if she feels that there is at the very least one more happy day in her future than she should take his hand. She stares at his hand for a moments and then jumps into Superman’s arms, with Sups telling her that things will be alright as she cries.
THAT is who Superman is, someone who represents hope, love, and the best of what we can be. Someone who CARES about people who are lonely, scared and in pain. That’s the kind of Superman that I want everyone to see, the one who truly and deeply believes that everyone matters, the one who wants to do everything he can to make their lives a little easier and a litter safer. But with the current climate of superhero movies we have today I’m afraid that a scene like this will never be brought to life on the big screen. Big budget companies seem to see super hero films as a genre in and of themselves that primarily center around action packed blockbuster stories rather than as creations that could be used to explore and deconstruct more mature and complex ideas such as with Logan which was by all accounts a deconstruction of superhero films themselves. Now you might be asking yourself “If that’s all you had to say then why did you put it in the description of a link to some random composition from the original Superman film?”( You’re probably not asking that but I couldn’t think of a way to transition to this last paragraph smoothly).
The theme song for of the original Richard Donner Superman film from 1978, composed by the legendary John Williams, is considered by many to be the defining theme for the character. Superman at his best, a hero to the world. Hans Zimmer composed a new theme for Zack Snyder’s Man of Steel in 2013 that, in musical form, chronicled the Supermans rise from humble beginnings to godlike hero. But despite my love for these themes, neither of them encapsulate the core of who Superman is to me. The theme that I feel fully expresses the humble, kind, loving, friendly, good natureded person that he is, what I feel is at the heart of both Superman and his alter ego Clark Kent, is this composition by John Williams known as Theme of Love from the Richard Donner’s original film. In my opinion if this theme doesn’t fit with a certain portrayal or adaptation of Superman than you’re not doing things wrong. This theme has fit with every incarnation of Superman that I’ve seen aside from one, the recent Zack Snyder incarnation, the one that most people who don’t care all that much about Superman or what he represents will see and that’s something that I honestly find very disheartening. In this age of super hero films showing grandiose displays of heroism, I think it’s important to remember that showing small acts of kindness and humility can be just as important and Superman is the perfect paragon to convey this message.
So much thanks to @coop-writes for being my beta on this fic and for giving me all the love and attention. <3
“Here for my yearly warning, Superman?” Lena stood her
ground, chin raised against Superman’s scorn, her tight grip on Cat’s hand
behind their backs the only outward indicator of her distress.
Superman ignored her question, stepping forward and
looking around the office slowly as he checked for weapons or anything else
that would confirm he had been right about her all along. It was just for show,
of course—he wouldn’t have landed without doing a thorough search first—but he wanted
Lena to know what he thought of her, that he didn’t have to answer on her
schedule. His eyes paused at Cat’s desk, most likely reading private documents
he had no right to see, and Lena fought against the urge to duck her head at
the shame and humiliation of not being able to do anything to stop it.
My breathing was hard and my heart was bounding as I tucked and rolled away from another one of Enchantress’ attacks. It was the first time I ever had to fight the witch and I didn’t know how the Suicide Squad had ever defeated her. At least I wasn’t fighting her own my own; Clark was flying overhead, trying to attack her from an aerial view and Bruce was helping me on the ground.
“Superman, do you have a clear shot?” Bruce asked.
“No, and even when I do, it doesn’t effect her enough,” Clark said.
“Great,” I muttered.
That night, Bruce saw Enchantress lurking in the forest circling Wayne Manor and we immediately jumped into action. Unfortunately, Superman was the only available Justice League member when we called for back up but it was better than nothing—-almost. Enchantress was a powerful, ruthless being, the complete opposite to June Moon, who seemed nice enough when Waller introduced us.
Wait a minute.
“June!” I whisper hissed to Bruce, as we circled Enchantress.
“What?” Bruce whispered back.
Enchantress cried out as Clark hit her with his laser vision.
“Enchantress possessed June’s body; if we get through to June, she could regain control of her body,” I said.
Bruce nodded solemnly. “We can try it.”
I smirked to myself. It wasn’t like I never had ideas to take down villains, it was just that Bruce’s or another hero’s ideas were better. That might be one reason why I, Y/N Y/L/N, was not a member of the Justice League…yet. Maybe this plan would get me there.
Enchantress staggered before narrowing her eyes at us. “Your pathetic attacks are doing nothing to me. I am queen and I will destroy you.”
“Dr. Moon wouldn’t,” Bruce said. “She’s still in there, you’re just keeping her quiet.”
“Dr. Moon is no longer here, Bat,” Enchantress hissed.
“June, it’s Batgirl. I know that you are a lot stronger than you think and you can keep this witch in line. It would be really nice if you could take over right now before she kills Batman, Superman, and me.”
Enchantress blinked and for that split second, she was June. “Y/N, get out of here!”
But June was quickly turning back into Enchantress. This was when the villainess was at her weakest.
“NOW!” Bruce yelled.
Clark, Bruce, and I charged her at the same time. Somehow, I got to her first, pulling back my right fist and socking her in the face. She hissed out and staggered backwards, only to have me tackle her and pin her down.
“Looks like good beats evil yet again,” I said with a smirk.
“Good work, Batgirl,” Clark said as he landed next to me.
“Thanks.” I refused to get off Enchantress until Bruce and Clark had good holds on her. They stood up.
“It’s time for someone to go back to Belle Reve,” Bruce said in his gravelly Batman voice.
It was all going so well, too well in fact. Unfortunately, I didn’t realize this until Enchantress looked at me eerily.
“You are going to regret this,” she said.
She muttered something under her breath and made black mist appear all around me. It felt as though they were hands as I tried to fight them off, but it began crawling through every orifice. Enchantress was suffocating me.
Then, I felt as though I was falling but I didn’t hit the ground. However, no one caught me, all I knew was the world turned black.
When I woke up, everything was white. The walls were white and the accents were off white. There was one medium-sized French window framed by thin curtains. This made no sense since the walls in my room at Wayne Manor were han purple and there were two large French windows in my room. This couldn’t possibly be a clinic because Alfred would always help patch up Bruce and me in the Batcave. The Watchtower was out of question since it wasn’t close enough.
So, where was I?
Then, I realized how bloated I felt and curled further into the white sheets, hugging my stomach. I wasn’t supposed to get my period for another week. I felt my stomach and felt a hard, small bump on my lower stomach.
Pregnant? But, that’s impossible, I haven’t had sex recently and by the size of the bump, I was at least two months along.
I jerked up into a sitting position and that’s when I realized that there was someone sleeping next to me. They were muscular and masculine. All I could see was a tuft of messy black hair. Suddenly, they groaned as they rolled over blinking at me.
“Geez, Y/N, I know you’re pregnant but you can’t go one day without waking up super early?” they moaned.
My heartbeat picked up and I stiffened. It couldn’t possibly be who I thought it was. This…this had to be a dream, but dream’s never felt like this.
“Jason?” I whispered hoarsely.
Mine and Bruce’s former partner blinked his light blue eyes and smiled sleepily at me. He was as handsome as I remembered and I could’ve cried right there. I supposed I wasn’t as good at hiding my emotions as I thought I was because Jason frowned as he sat up.
“Y/N, what’s wrong?” He cupped my face in his large hands. “Did you have a bad dream?”
“Um, yeah, I had a bad dream.”
“Well, you’re safe with me, Mrs. Todd.” He grinned as he kissed me.
It felt the exact same as it did before he died. His lips were warm and I could feel his love behind it. I kissed him back and wrapped my arms around his neck, terrified that he was going to disintegrate from me in seconds. Then, he pulled me into a hug and I lifted my left hand in front of me.
On my ring finger was a gorgeous gold wedding band and a rose gold diamond engagement ring. My heart was beating faster as I processed this information. Somehow, I was married to Jason Todd and pregnant with our child.
How was this possible?
I slowly pulled away and pecked his lips. “I know, Jase,” I said with a smile. “I should get ready.”
“I thought we agreed that you wouldn’t work while you were pregnant with my son?” Jason arched his eyebrow in the way he did when he meant business.
“And I thought you knew that I’m not always gonna listen to you?” I teased. “Besides, I’ll take it easier in the second and third trimesters.”
Jason frowned playfully. “Fine..”
I laughed and pecked his lips again before wandering into the ensuite bathroom. I closed and locked the door behind me, trying to remain calm. There were too many thoughts and emotions running through my head that I felt dizzy. I steadied myself against the counter and looked up at my reflection in the mirror.
My long y/h/c hair was not cut to just above my breasts, which were a couple sizes bigger due to my condition. My body was not nearly as muscular as it was just yesterday, even though I spent most of my life training with Bruce. However, I was still in shape, my stomach was relatively flat in spite of my pregnancy. Other than that, I looked the same in whatever weird universe I was in.
I closed my eyes and forced myself to breathe. “Okay, think, Y/N. The last thing that happened was you were fighting Enchantress with Clark and Bruce.”
She had done something to me just before Clark and Batman took her to Belle Reve. Enchantress had sent me to some sort of alternative universe as punishment. I had to figure something out or the Justice League had to find a way to get me out of her unless I was dead in my universe.
In the mean time, I’d have to figure out Y/N Todd’s daily routine and hopefully not mess anything up. I rubbed my hand against my baby bump and bit my lip.
“Why couldn’t this have happened in my reality?” I whispered.
I could only wonder what Bruce, Clark, and the rest of the heroes and the League were doing right now.
After learning of Y/N Y/L/N’s condition, all members of the Justice League dropped or finished what they were doing before meeting at the Watchtower. Bruce had placed Y/N’s body in an anti-sensory tank that was in the basement of the Watchtower with high security so no one could break in and steal her. All the members stared at Batgirl with solemn expressions.
“Do you know what’s wrong with her?” Barry asked, breaking the thick silence.
“We believe that Enchantress’ attack placed Y/N into some sort of coma,” Bruce said. “She used some sort of spell to do it and there’s so far no medical solution.”
“What are we supposed to do? Just wait until she wakes up?” Diana demanded.
“Well, June has regained control over her own body so we could ask her. She has been researching Enchantress and the area she is from for the past couple of years,” Clark said. “But, we are open to you all doing your own investigations.”
“I can go to Themyscira and see if we have any books on such things like this occurring,” Diana offered.
“I can help,” Barry added.
“All right, you two do that,” Bruce said.
“I can go to my home and do the same,” Arthur said.
“I’ll talk to the Guardians and see if they know anything about it,” Hal said.
“Very well,” Bruce said. “You’re all dismissed.”
Everyone went to complete their separate tasks and Clark turned to Bruce.
“Are you doing okay?” Clark asked.
“Yes, I’m fine. Waller said we can meet with June tomorrow so I’ll do some research before we ask questions,” Bruce said.
“Okay. You know you can talk to me, right? I was there too.”
Bruce glanced at Clark before beginning his exit out of Watchtower. Without question, he was most affected by Y/N’s condition than anyone else. He had practically raised her and she had been attacked before he could do anything to stop it. Silently, he vowed that he would find the cure to Y/N’s problem no matter what it takes.
Got my Superman from the ground! Gotta get it up in the air next but not there yet. This burns the inside of your thighs big time but it looks pretty 😄 #pole #poledance #polefit #polefly #poleflyaerialfitnessct (at PoleFly Branford)
“I’m telling you Scott, I think Derek is Superman,” Stiles said one morning as they walked into the Daily Planet offices, Stiles clutching his coffee like a lifeline, his hair disheveled and bags under his eyes as if he hadn’t slept much.
“Why?” Scott asked, donut halfway to his mouth.
“He rarely wears the same tie two days in a row, sometimes he disappears right when Superman appears, when that happens he changes clothes when he comes back, they have strikingly similar hair,” Stiles said animatedly, “And, AND, I went to the spot where Superman supposedly appeared from yesterday before saving that kidnapped girl and I found the outfit that Derek was wearing yesterday.”
“You can’t know for sure that they were Derek’s clothes though,” Scott said, sounding unsure.