Mutual Destruction - Jeff Atkins x Reader // Part One
ManEater!(fem)reader and Womaniser!Jeff (lemme know if this is good enough to carry on, I’m planning for it to have multiple parts)
Muse - OCAD
Are You Gonna Be My Girl - Jet
If there was one thing she loved, it was a good challenge. Montgomery De La Cruz was a BIG challenge. Huge. Thriving jock and pretty well known with the ladies, she’d had her eye on the boy for a while, wondering what flavour girl baseball players were into.
Helmet down by his side, he ruffled through his hair as he leaned against the batting cages taking a breather. Yum. He was well built, and his cheekbones were so sharp they would slice her if she wasn’t careful.
However, Y/N wasn’t a feelings kinda gal, and word on the street had it that Monty was a feelings kinda guy, beneath the hotheaded jock exterior.
It was a hot summers day, and Y/N was certainly feeling hot right now. She sucked on her necklace, it was a nervous habit of hers. She was sat in the bleachers, arms out behind her, soaking up the sun. Today, she had a free period, and although there was initial intent to study, it had all gone out the window the second she had seen that cute little baseball outfit that fit Monty oh-so-well.
Although he was in her social circles, and they had the occasional conversation, she didn’t know Monty too well. She’d witnessed a fair few fights between the boy and people who’d got on his nerves, and wondered if his temper translated elsewhere, too.
She watched as Cruz leaned his foot up behind him, and his wandering eyes found her. She smiled mischievously, and began to make her way over to him.
The net created a barrier between the two of them. Monty turned as he saw Y/N approaching.
“L/N.” he announced, holding his helmet in both hands. “What gives me the pleasure?”
“I’m a little bored over there, and you looked like you were taking a break, so I thought, I’ll go talk to him.” She smirked, lacing her fingers through the netting. The boy smirked in response.
“Well, you don’t have long, I should be back soon-ish.” He teased.
“I was wondering, we’ve known each other years right? So how come we never went out?” She raised her sculpted eyebrow.
Monty chuckled. “You’ve always been too busy with other guys, Y/N.”
“That’s not true. You’ve just never had the balls to ask me out.” She joked.
“I have, L/N, multiple times. You’ve always turned me down.” He looked sincere.
“I’m starting to see that was a mistake.” She fiddled with the netting, keeping her eyes on Monty.
“CRUZ, BACK ON PLAY!” Jeff Atkins called to the boy in front of her.
“I’ll see you round, Cruz.” She walked backwards, loosely waving her fingers at him, before collecting her things and deciding the library would be best to study.
“Damn man, timing.” Monty was pissed at Jeff.
“You’ll get no where with that one anyway, I did you a favour.” Jeff said as he raised his bat to the ball coming toward him. Monty stuffed his helmet back onto his head.
“How would you know? She was into me, man.” Monty argued.
Jeff raised his eyebrows. “No, she wasn’t. She does that with everyone.”
“Shut up, Jeff, you wouldn’t know what you’re talking about. You do that with everyone.” Monty hit the incoming ball with excessive force.
Jeff chuckled. “Whatever you say, man, don’t cry to me when she chews you up and spits you out.”
“You talking about Y/N L/N?” Bryce Walker swaggered up to the batting cages, swinging his bat around.
“She was flirting with me real hard.” Monty smirked at Bryce.
“I agree with Jeff, don’t go near her. Major whore.” He spat.
“That’s not what i meant, Bryce. I just meant that she’s not the girl for our delicate little Monty.” Jeff was Bryce’s #1 hater. He was just a huge asshole and Jeff didn’t roll with that.
“But she is a slut. I can’t believe you’d even try to go there, Cruz.” He chuckled to himself.
“Shut the fuck up Bryce, she can do what she wants.” Jeff tried to drown out his sickly voice by concentrating 100% on hitting the balls coming his way, maybe pretending they were Bryce’s head.
Y/N shoved her books into her locker, she’d done enough work for the day. From nowhere, she could sense a presence that made her more than slightly uneasy. Chills climbed up her bones, a feeling she recognised oh so well, anytime he was near. Turning, her suspicions were confirmed. Zach Dempsey. The boy who had blown her heart out of her chest and ripped it into so many pieces she could no longer feel it. Not even all the walls she’d put up since could stop the wound stinging each and every time she saw his face, or heard his voice. It was a struggle to see the blindingly adorable smile plastered to his face and not feel something. He had made her who she was today, whether that was a good thing, or a bad thing.
From the corner of her eye, she watched as he joked around with his friends, clearly so unaffected by her proximity. There was no need for her to torture herself like this.
“Hey, Y/N.” Montgomery had come up behind her and leant against the lockers, whilst she had been in deep in her thoughts.
“You’re back?” Her usual confident charisma returned to her as though there had been no slip in the first place. She smirked at the boy, closing her locker and mimicking his actions.
“Looks like I am. So, i have a question?” Monty was nervous, she could tell.
“How do you feel about Rosie’s?” He rubbed the back of his neck.
“They do pretty awesome milkshakes.” She replied cooly.
“How do you feel about going with me? Tonight maybe, 7ish?” Proposed Monty, coughing slightly.
She grinned cheekily. “I might turn up, I’ll see how I’m feeling.”
“Y/N, can I have a word with you?” Mrs Reed, the psychology teacher, stopped her as she was leaving.
“Uh, yeah, what is it?” Y/N asked.
“As much as you like to hide at the back and pretend you know nothing, you do have the highest grades in the class.” Mrs Reed began.
“I know, I’m sorry.” Apologised Y/N.
“Don’t be, but I would like you to do me a favour. How do you feel about tutoring?” She asked.
“In psychology?” Y/N was baffled.
“I suppose I wouldn’t be opposed to it, it would probably help me study.” Despite hating to admit to it, Y/N was top of most of her classes, and worked very hard for her grades.
“I have suggested to Mr Jeff Atkins that you may tutor him in psychology.”
“Jeff? He needs tutoring?” This shocked her. Jeff Atkins was a baseball champion, and one of the most popular guys at school. They were acquainted with each other.
“I believe so, if he wants a baseball scholarship to colleges next year, he will need at least a C.”
“What’s he on right now?”
“Anything below a C.”
“But how? Psychology is simple-”
“Not to everyone, Miss L/N.”
“Do Monday lunchtimes and after school Wednesday’s work for you? You will get extra credit if you decide to do this.” Her eyes scorched Y/N. She was clearly determined to help Jeff out.
“Yeah that works. Thank you, Mrs Reed.” Y/N smiled before leaving the classroom.
How on earth was she going to tutor Jeff Atkins in psychology?
Prompt: As Clark Kent’s best friend and kind of sister you’re used to the strange. Still seeing him get cozy with Wonder Woman is more strange than you’re used to. So when the chance to cozy up to a billionaire playboy comes around, who are you to say no?
When that knock wakes you up at three in the morning, you consider killing whoever is on the other side. You pull yourself out of bed, your comforter wrapped around your shoulders, and make your way to the door.
You open is to find Clark, Diana, and an unconscious Batman between them. An unconscious Batman who is bleeding all over your floor. You look them in the eye, and ask, “You realize I’m a photographer and not a doctor, right?”
Clark rolls his eyes, and pushes his way inside. “Duly noted. The bleeding has stopped for the most part, but he’s under some sort of alien drug. Hal got a cure, but it’ll be a while before he comes out of it.”
You close the door behind them, “So you need a place to stash him?”
Clark shrugs, “He’s part of the team, and he’s damn good at what he does.”
You blink as Clark puts him on the couch, “You were just complaining about him yesterday.”
“You complain about your sister all the time.”
“My sister is an entirely different matter.”
“Clark.” Diana’s voice is soft, a reminder.
He let’s out a deep breath, “Right. We have to go. We’ll collect him in a few hours. Stay inside and don’t get yourself killed.”
You wave him off, and turn on the T.V. knowing that you won’t be getting back to sleep. You collapse in your armchair and watch the chaos unfold. You’re more than a little bitter that Clark hadn’t given you a heads up that something was going down. Your passion was photography, and things like this called your name. To tell the story of what was happening. The true story.
After about six hours, you guest begins to stir. You glance at him, as he sits up. You meet his gaze and he simply says, “You’re Clark’s friend.”
You nod, “Change of clothes is in the bathroom, feel free to shower too.” He stares at you, and you stare back, “I already know the secret identities of ninety percent of the League. One more won’t kill me.”
His voice is gruff, “It might.”
You shrug, “Then don’t. Sit there in the blood and filth on my couch. I’m going to make Clark buy me a new one anyway.”
His lips quirk slightly, “Are you now?”
You smile, “My guests are mainly reporters, they tend to pick up on things like blood stains.”
You watch him leave for the bathroom, and listen as the shower turns on. Your attention remains on the TV, while you pull out the breakfast fixings; cereal, bread, milk, butter, bowls. After about twenty minutes the doors opens and you stare at the man standing in your bathroom doorway.
He raises one eyebrow and asks, “Are you surprised?”
You screw your mouth into a pondering look, “Not completely. Makes sense, who else would have the money for Batman’s toys. Bruce Wayne fits.”
He nods before moving into the kitchen, and pouring himself a bowl of cereal, his eyes remain glued to the television screen, “How bad is it?”
“Not the worst thing to have happened. They’re in cleanup mode right now.” You take a bite of cereal.
“And whose clothes am I wearing?”
He nods, “Excellent. Then it really will be his fault when I kill him.”
You hide your smile behind a spoonful of cereal, “Not a fan of plaid and blue jeans.”
His scowl said it all, “I’m not a fan of him continually asking me out to his family farm to relax. And insisting I’m made for farm life.”
You can’t help it, you laugh, “You’ll have to excuse him. He’s been hit in the head one too many times.”
“You don’t think I’m made for farm life.”
You smile, “You have city boy written all over you. You’d survive, you’ve been through worse. But you’d be bored within minutes, and murderous by the time lunch hits. I’m the same way, and I grew up in Smallville.”
He raises an eyebrow and asks, “Thrill seeker?”
You shrug, “I’m a photographer. A damn good one. It allows me to go where I want, when I want.”
“I bet the boy scout loves that.”
You scowl, “He’s the over protective brother I never asked for.”
You shake your head, “one younger sister. We’re not on speaking terms. Parents have been in and out of jail since I was a kid. My grandmother raised me. But she was up there in years, and could only do so much. The Kent’s were nice enough to help out.”
He grins at you, before pouring himself a cup of coffee, his eyes flicking to the television screen. You sit there in silence for several minutes before his phone rings. You listen as he talks, assuring the person on the other line that he’s fine.
You meet his gaze unashamed as he hangs up. He smirks at you, “Looking to write a tell all?”
You smirk, “Clark does the writing, I just take the pictures. That being said, a picture of Bruce Wayne in jeans would set me up for quite a while.”
He smiles back, “Or you could let me take you to dinner.”
You raise an eyebrow, “You really want Clark to kill you, don’t you?”
He answers your question with one of his own, “Aren’t you a thrill seeker?”
“Absolutely. But something tells me that you, Bruce Wayne, may very well be the adventure of my life.”
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.
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.
Sam, (Y/N), and I all walked into a live music bar and (Y/N) immediately decided to take a few shots. “I really want to dance, Sam?” Sam smiled, “No thanks (Y/N), I think I’m good. No one needs to see me dance. I’m like a dad at a barbeque.” She tilted her head back and laughed. Then she looked at me with her eyebrow cocked, “Dean?” I knocked back another shot and shrugged, “okay I’ll meet you out there.” She giggled and made her way through the crowd to dance. Before I left Sam alone at the table, I looked towards (Y/N)’s direction and watched her move her hips from left to right with her hands above her head. God this woman kills me everyday.
As I walked towards (Y/N), I noticed some guy had his hands on her hips moving along with her. I closed my lips shut and clenched my jaw, I planned on being the only one to touch her tonight and then here this prick was. I walked up and made eye contact with the kid, “okay I can take it from here thanks.” My face was stone solid and the kid immediately got the hint and walked away. (Y/N) turned around and put her hands around my neck. My face softened as I looked into her eyes, “hey stranger, took you long enough to get out here and join me.” I laughed, “well I was too busy noticing the way you were dancing.”
While we were dancing I kept noticing that dumbass looking over at me and (Y/N). I swear if he looks over here one more time, I’m gonna bash his face in. (Y/N) noticed me looking over at him and also noticed the guy also staring back. “Dean it isn’t worth it. Just leave it alone.” I clenched my jaw noticing the smirk on his face, so I pulled away from (Y/N). “What the fuck are you looking at genius?” He took a sip of his drink, “well I intend on bringing your girlfriend home with me tonight.” I scoffed, “Okay asshole,” then I threw the first punch which landed on his chin. Then he turned and threw another punch which landed straight to my nose, which caused it to start bleeding.
As soon as Dean went to go confront the dick that keeps staring at Dean and I, I immediately went to go find Sam, and I reached for his shoulder, “Sam, some guy was staring at Dean and I, he went to confront him.” That’s when I heard, “ Son of a bitch.” Sam shook his head and went to grab Dean. “Sammy not now,” Dean warned Sam, but noticing me standing behind Sam. “What the hell Dean?” I half yelled at him. Dean rolled his eyes, “I don’t like it when guys stare at you (Y/N). It kills me to think another man could be touching you.” Sam had left the room already and I stepped in front of my bleeding boyfriend, “Dean I don’t want anyone but you baby. I was just having some fun, I didn’t think you’d get so mad.” Dean exhaled, “I know, I’m sorry. I can be a dick sometimes.” I smiled at him, “yes you can be but don’t fight random guys cause they are being even bigger dicks, okay?”
Sam, Dean, and I all went back to our separate hotel rooms. Dean was in bed before I was and when I slid in next to him wearing only his flannel and some underwear. Dean slid his hand around my wait and I turned to face him, “how’s your nose doing?” He smiled, “Sore.” I laughed, “you know, you actually kind of turned me on tonight.” Dean moved to get on top of me and ground his hips into mine, “Oh really?” I moaned, “mmhhmm.” Then he started kissing my neck and sucking on it every so often. All I could do was lay there and let the man continue his work. As he kissed down my body he looked up at me and I smiled at him, “God woman you are going to be the death of me.”
The cold Gotham night barely bothers you. You had grown up in this weather and you’d grown use to regulating your body heat on Themyscira. You take a deep breath as the wind ruffles your hair.
“It almost feels normal.” You glance at Dick, dressed in his Nightwing uniform. It had been two weeks since your confrontation in the cave, and slowly Dick was coming back to his true self. It had started with his appearance and banning him from the cave for a week. Slowly he was beginning to smile again.
You shrug, “I wouldn’t know.”
“You shouldn’t have to know.”
You smile at your brother, “This is as much my burden as yours.”
He nods towards your uniform “So I see.”
You glance down. Your boots were flat and black, and bled into black pants before stopping at what had once been your mother’s Wonder Woman belt. From there came your only spice of color, your mother’s red breastplate. Your hair was held back by her tiara and her bracelets adorned your wrist. A light leather jacket provided further protection. Her lasso sat on your hip, and your quiver rested against your back, and a new, state of the art bow remained in your hand. And finally, a mask hid your eyes.
“As much as I would hate to interrupt this wonderful conversation, there’s a bank robbery in progress in downtown Gotham. Looks like the penguin has waddled back to town.”
You smile, as Tim’s voice comes through your earpiece. With a running start you and Dick begin making your way through Gotham’s streets. “Is it just me or has he become a bit more sassy?” Jason’s tone is more than a bit snarky.
“Maybe I’m sassy because I’m talking but people aren’t listening!”
“Or you haven’t gotten your one millionth cup of coffee of the day.” Jason quips back.
Static comes through for a minute before Tim finally admits, “Alfred may be forcing me to cut down a bit.”
“Is all this chatter necessary? We are hunting a criminal, are we not?” You have to bit the inside of your cheek to keep from laughing.
Instead you say, “Sorry Artemis.”
There’s a sigh before she says, “Please wait for me before engaging.”
Jason scoffs, “That is so not how this works. First come first served. And right now, it looks like an all you can eat buffet for little old me.”
You watch Dick roll his eyes, as you continue running. Radio silence comes a moment later, and you ask, “Did Jason just admit to being little Red Riding Hood?”
Dick lets out a laugh as you jump from the final roof. And together, you jump. You land with a solid thunk, before moving into a sprint. Jason’s already knee deep in blood when you get there. You and Dick stand there for a moment and watch as Artemis appears out of nowhere, taking out a hidden shooter.
You and he watch as the two of them go to town. Slowly Dick says, “This is a dangerous team.”
You smile, “Artemis is the best warrior the Amazons have to offer. She trained me.”
“Yep. She’ll fit right in.” As the police sirens sound, and Artemis binds Penguin, you and Dick meld back into the night. The rest of the night is spent taking down muggers and other small time crime.
When you traipse back to the cave Jason and Artemis are more than a little energetic. You and Dick watch them make for the training room. You lock eyes with Tim and he asks, “What the hell have we created?”
You shrug, “Something that will probably terrify the Joker.”
Tim shrugs, before wheeling his chair towards the lift Dick had put in.
You head towards the changing area. You change into comfortable clothes before heading back up stairs. You slip through the house quietly before slipping into the back yard.
This far away from the city the stars are visible and you drink them in. You scrunch your toes in the grass, and take in a deep breath.
A minute later the door opens and closes. You turn and smile as your sisters slip out the door. Calyce holds out a mug and you take it. “What thoughts are running through your mind?”
“How amazing it felt to be out there.”
Euboea’s voice is gentle, “The city is amazing.”
You nod, “I remember being mesmerized by it as a kid. Mom would take me into the city to see Dad, and I’d stare at the buildings as we passed. I remember wondering what it would be like to be above the clouds.”
Io’s voice is hesitant when she asks, “Have you gone to see her yet?”
Your eyes stray to the trees, knowing what lies just beyond the border, “Not yet. I keep making excuses.”
“You’ve been busy, returning your family’s name to it’s former glory, cementing your parents’ legacy, making sure that we are learning.”
You shrug, “They’re excuses. We all know it. I’m a coward.”
Io places one hand on your shoulder, “You are many things my princess, but a coward is not one of them.”
“Would you like us to go with you?” Euboea asks.
You shake your head, “This is something I have to do alone.”
You walk away from the group, feeling their eyes on you until you pass through the trees. Once you’re through the tree line you make your way down the path. It’s a bit steep, but you take it easily.
The area is different than you remember. There’s a bench now, and a fountain. It’s peaceful. Sliding onto the bench you stare at the two head stones. Your mother’s lays right next to your father’s.
You lean back into the bench, “So here I am … doing what you never wanted me to. Taking on a mission I never thought I’d have to.” You sigh, before scrubbing your hands over your face, “What the hell am I doing? I’m talking to dirt. To shells. You can’t hear me. You can’t respond. You can’t tell me what to do next, or where to look for Damian. You can’t do anything because you’re both dead, and some part of me hates you for it.”
You sit there in silence, reveling in your confession, and mourning the life you’ve lost.
Request: Can I request an imagine where Jerome comes back from the dead and can’t remember reader who still loves him but then later something makes him remember and he apologizes and it’s all fluff, cuddles, kisses etc?❤️😂
That night still so clear in my mind. That night Galavan betrayed both Jerome and I. I was back stage just watching my lovely maniac preform and scare the rich bastards of Gotham when it happened. When the knife was plunged into Jerome’s neck by Theo.
Then and there it felt like my life ended. I had nothing. I was numb to everything. His cold eyes were the last thing I saw before I ran. I ran as fast as I could. I didn’t know where I was going. I didn’t care.
I found a small abandon apartment in a part of town that was left to rot. I stayed there for I don’t know how long. Months and months without care. I didn’t leave unless it was to get food, and even then that was a night. It was one night when it all changed though. I saw him. Theo Galavan being shoved into a truck by Penguin, and non other than the famous Jim Gordon.
I felt the rush go through my body. I ran to them as fast as my legs would carry me. They stare at me with wide eyes. “(Y/N).” Jim speaks surprised. “Yeah yeah I’m not dead. We’re all surprised. But he should be!” I scream and point at Galavan just imagining the many ways I could make him pay.
Gordon and Penguin look at me and motion for me to get in the car with them. We drive to the docks and take turns of playing Hit the Rick Dick named Galavan. Jim pulls out him gun but is hesitant to shoot the asshole. “Give me that! This isn’t child’s play!” I grab the gun from Jim and aim it at Galavan. “I can do it!” Jim fusses back. “Oh please. You do it and you can kill me as well, but if you can’t and I do it. You owe me something.” “What do you want?” Penguin asks. “A job with the GCPD.” I say causing Jim to scoff. “Please. They’ll never let you in.” “My records clean. Nothing ever been caught for. Never been arrested. No proof anywhere.” Jim looks at the gun and grabs it. “Deal.”
Jim raises the gun and aims it at Galavan. Seconds go by without him pulling the trigger. “Oh come on!” I huff and steal the gun again and shoot Theo Galavan in the head. I smile as the blood flows from his body. I twirl the gun on my hand and smile at Jim. “So when do I start?”
Months of working at the GCPD was actually good. I got myself a proper place to live, and now I’ve got money for spending on things I want. I’m getting my life back, but it’s still not the life I want. I want a life with Jerome.
I had gotten hope when I heard about someone trying to bring him back, but sadly his dead body lies in a room in the GCPD with his face cut off. I’ve sat in here just staring at him. Longing to see his eyes and hear his laugh.
Lee walks in and huffs slamming a latex glove on the table. “Hard day?” I say covering Jerome’s face. “You have no idea.” “I think I do.” I sigh and go over to my bag getting out a gift card for a free coffee. “I’ll be back with a pick me up.” I say and walk down the street to get a coffee.
Once I get the coffee’s I quickly go back to work to help Lee with the body of my dead boyfriend. I walk into the room only to see Jerome’s body gone, and a dead cop on the floor.
A hand wraps around my mouth causing me to drop the drinks in my hand.
“Boo.” A dark voice says in my ear. A voice I know. A voice I love to hear. I turn around and see him. Jerome. A wrapped up faceless Jerome, but he’s still mine. “Jerome.” I say still stricken with shock. “You- how- I-” I stumble back and hit the table. I fall to the floor and everything goes black.
I walk in to see a sight I never thought I’d see. (Y/n) on the floor, and Jerome picking her up and setting her on the table where his dead body once was. I close the door catching his attention. He points the gun at me and laughs. “Someone better tell me what the hell is going on.” He says laughing.
I don’t complain, I don’t struggle. I tell him the entire story of his death.
“Ha, ha, ha Wow. Well, that is quite a story. You know, I know I’ve been dead, but doesn’t that seem kind of crazy to you? Hey, maybe you’re dreaming. Try shooting yourself. Huh. Oh Nah. Hey, tell me more about this cult. They think I’m pretty great, huh?”
I roll my eyes and check (y/n)’s Heath. “They’re a bunch of raving lunatics and idiots.” I state the obvious. “Lunatics and idiots? Ooh, my kind of people. Sorry. Head’s still a little fuzzy. You know, I was just reborn.
Last year was nothing but darkness as far as the eye can see.”
Jerome looks me up and down. “Hey, did you and I ever, uh.” He sticks out his tongue and places the gun to where his private area is. “Oh, God, no.” I scoff.
“Why? Gingers not your type?” “No, but they are hers. She’s the one you did it with.” I say pointing to (y/n). Jerome strolls over to her and looks at her then laughs. “Oh, I remember. Well not her. Never seen her before, hm but I’d like to.” He starts to lift up (y'n)’s shirt, and I slap his hand away.
He turns to me and points the gun at me. “You’re Jim Gordon’s little Twinkie.
How’s it going between you and Jimbo? Huh? You still together or-” “No.” “Aw. That sucks. I really liked you guys. What happened?” “He killed my husband on our wedding night.”
Jerome starts busting out laughing. “Glad you find it funny."I say rolling my eyes. "I do. I get why you don’t. Wow. You miss a lot being dead.” “You know what? Go ahead, enjoy it. There’s about a hundred cops on the other side of that door ready to kill you all over again.”
This statement gets his attention and he shuts up. “I see your point. It’s a business. So, when I was last, you know, uh, alive, I was about to kill Bruce Wayne. I suppose I didn’t manage to. Theo Galavan killed me, that jug-eared Judas. Well, I suppose I should start by killing him.” He says pacing around.
"Theo Galavan’s dead.” Jerome stops and looks at me. “Oh Who beat me to it?” (Y/n) groans and lifts her body up. “I shot him dead the first time.” SHe says giggling. I walk out as fast as I could, but before I can make it to the door I get a scalpel right next to my head. I look back to see (y/n)’s crazy smile. She places her finger to her lips and makes a shh sound. I gulp, nod, and walk out.
Lee exits the room leaving Jerome and I alone. “Ah finally. Sleeping beauty woke up.” I giggle as he walks closer. “Remind me. What’s your name.” I look at him confused. He must’ve lost him memory from the trauma of basically being frankenstines monster. “(Y/n) (y/l/n). We met at the circus a long time ago. We were together for a long time. We loved each other.” Jerome smiles and laughs. “Hm. Fuzzy memories, but we’re getting there. Tell me something else. First kiss. First time. First fight. Nicknames. Give me something.”
I giggle and pull him closer until he’s standing between my thighs. “First kiss was the night we met. First time was the night we met. We’ve never had a fight and you call me doll, babygirl, sweetheart, babe, sugar, and I call you J, handsome, love, Ging, babe. Ya know the normal.” I shrug and wrap my arms around his neck as his go to my hips. “(Y/n). I remember. Oh do I remember you doll. Oh baby all the fun times we had! You didn’t move on to anyone else did you?” “No J. Never.” “Good. You’re mine doll. Always will be.” He forcefully pulls me into a kiss. It being so difficult seeing as he doesn’t really have any lips. He pulls back and laughs. “Oh doll face we are gonna have some fun…right after I do something. Where is my face?” I laugh and jump off the table. “Come on J.”
• Being a metahuman with your own city to protect
•You were first approached by Superman
•He was impressed after seeing one of your fights on TV
• “You saved a lot of people out there. How would you like to help us save a lot more?”
•You’re shocked at first but try to remain cool because hello it’s Superman?!!
•Batman is always suspicious of you until he warms up to you
•Or until Wonder Woman tells him to knock it off
•The rest of the League accepts you right away
•Hal and Barry are always fighting for your attention and flirting with you
•"You know, my ring can create anything with the power of my mind.“
•"So not much?”
•"Can it fastest man alive!“
•Wonder Woman is your workout buddy
• “Now we are ready to train.”
• “That was the warmup??!!”
•Cyborg teaches you basic hacking
•Aquaman takes you to the beach to chill sometimes
•One time you try organizing a dinner after you all had to work on a holiday
•Batman may have cracked a smile
•It actually went well
•Especially because you thought ahead and got more food for Barry
•All in all you’re all just one happy dysfunctional family
The only thoughts on your mind as you climb the steps up towards your grandmother’s palace are ones of sleep. Your body aches, your spirit is sore, and to be completely honest, you feel a bit hollow inside. All you want is to collapse on your bed and sleep. Of course, life isn’t that easy.
At the top of the stairs, you find your grandmother and your sisters waiting for you. You’re a bit surprised. Usually, by this time, they’ve drunk themselves into a stupor, having told each and every one of your mother’s battle stories. The hangovers typically last for days, and you’re usually the one to hold back your sisters’ hair in the morning.
You say nothing as you take a seat at the top of the stairs, and turn to face the horizon. The sun is just beginning to rise, and no one seems inclined to say anything, so you sit in silence until Io finally asks, “What was she like?”
You turn towards your sister and stare. You’d heard the stories, how Io had been madly in love with your mother, and how she had cried for days when she had been officially banished. After a moment you say, “You knew her longer, shouldn’t you know?”
Artemis’s hand lands roughly on your shoulder, “We knew Diana, Princess of Themyscira. Warrior of the Amazons. We did not know Diana, mother of Y/N, Warrior of Man’s World.”
You bite on your lip, “You don’t want to hear what I have to say.”
“And why not?” Euboea asks.
“Because it involves Man’s World. It involves my brothers. It involves my father, and however much love you have for my mother, and for me, you have just as much resentment for them.”
“Have we ever shown this resentment? Said bad things?” Hellene asks.
Your answer is swift and unforgiving, “Yes.” You can see the shock on the faces of your friends, of your grandmother, and from the rest of my sisters. “It didn’t take you long to accept me, despite being hesitant at first. But I remember the hushed whispers in those early days, what you all would say when you thought I wasn’t around.” You swallow thickly, “You hate my father for having taken my mother away, but if you knew my mother as you claim, then you would know that no one could make her do anything. And to understand who my mother became when she left here, you’d first have to understand my family. And that starts with my father. And to be honest, I don’t know if it’s a story you’re going to like.”
There’s several long minutes of silence before Io finally says, “Diana was our sister. We wish to know her. You come from her, if you say we need to start with your sire, then that is where we shall start.”
You take a shaky breath before nodding once, “Well, to start, he wasn’t my sire. He was my father, and whatever your misgivings toward men are, he was a good man. He was born into wealth, to a loving mother and father. My grandmother, his mother, wanted a child desperately and it took several miscarriages before she was able to have my father. But he was her world. And my grandfather, Thomas, was a doctor. He turned away from corporate America to help people. To try and relate to those less fortunate than him.
“They were murdered in front of my father when he was eight. That one moment defined the rest of his life. He was left in the care of the family’s butler, Alfred.” You smile at the name, and pause for a moment as the memory of the older man takes center stage in your memory.
“Alfred was amazing. Managed to raise my dad, and my brothers and even helped raise me. He and mom got along so well. He took care of cleaning and cooking, and everything, and anytime one of us had a problem we would go to him.”
You pause to wipe away a tear, before continuing, “As my father grew up, he became obsessed with vengeance.”
“Of course.” Artemis’s voice is sure, understanding, as she says, “If any of us were in the same position we would do the same.”
You smile, “Except he didn’t.” You receive puzzled looks before saying, “He found the man who murdered his parents, only to find out he’d been hired to do the job. He had a gun in his hand, he could have killed the man but decided against it. Decided that he wouldn’t become the very thing his parents had tried so hard to fight.
“He went on a journey across the world. Trained under hundreds of masters in escape and martial arts. He was gone for nearly eight years, and when he returned, he took on the persona of Batman. He donned a mask and a cape, and worked to protect the city he loved. That’s how he met my brothers.
“Dick, Jason, and Tim all came to him in different ways. Each had their own journey with him, but they all were of the same mentality. To protect. It’s the same way he met Mom. The Justice League was formed out of need, not desire. Some Earth shattering crisis, where Mom first appeared. She thought dad was too broody. She worked so hard to get him out of his shell.
“The thing that did it was her almost dying. She took a hit for him. It would have killed him, but it only wounded her. Unlike most of the League, Dad didn’t have any powers. He was extremely smart, cunning, and a master of fighting. But he wasn’t invulnerable.
“Tim said that he never left her side after that. He refused to even eat until she woke up. And her first words to him were, ‘Your rules be damned, Bruce Wayne. I love you, and no matter how hard you push me away, I’ll fight even harder to get close.’ Jason said he just gave up after that.
“Dick said they became one of the most sappy couples ever after that. Only at home though. When they were in uniform they were all business. At least that’s what they claim. Dick said that a lot changed when he let Mom in. She didn’t let him isolate himself, or deny his feelings. She forced him to admit stuff, to become more open.
“My father, who apparently had a hard time admitting he cared, finally admitted that his number one fear was to lose those important to him; my brothers and my mother.”
You pause again to swipe at the tears running down your face. “I remember coming home from a night out with my brothers to find them dancing in the kitchen. We watched them for an hour. He was singing to her. Mom was the only one who could convince him to sing. He had such a pretty voice. He would have given her the sun and the stars if she had let him.
“My brother Damian came after they had been together for about two years. When my father had been traveling he met a woman named Talia. She was a smart woman. A strict woman. And a hell of a fighter. Unbeknownst to my father, a night together had created Damian.
“Damian resented Mom at first. Said there were months of snipes back and forth but my mother never backed away or coddled him. Any smart alec remark was met with one of equal standing until something happened that nobody would talk about. All I know is that Talia never came around again, and my parents were given full parental rights. I came about two years after that.”
“And?” Calyce asks.
You smile, “We were happy. We were a family. I grew up with four older brothers who meant the world to me. Who I could go to. My father wouldn’t go out on patrol without reading me a story before he left. Damian taught me fighting basics to defend myself. The others tried to coddle me too much, he said. But neither Mom nor Dad wanted me to join the family business.
“They wanted me to have a normal life, and I did. Or at least as normal as it can be in that situation. I grew up with the other league kids. I had chores and dance class. We had family trips and family dinners. Mom would tell me stories about her childhood. Dick taught me how to tumble, and Jason would taught me how to ride a bike. I’d spend hours playing video games with Tim. He made me my first cup of coffee for exams. Alfred nearly blew a gasket. Mom just took pictures.
“On weekends Mom would take me horseback riding, and we would race. My favorites memories are the ones of all of us together. Birthdays, galas, movie weekends. But my favorite is one of my mom and dad dancing.
“There was always something going on in the world. Some crisis, but I remember thinking I had never seen two people so at peace in that moment. I had never seen two people so in love. He used to call her ‘princess.’ And it wasn’t some in some condescending way either, it’s because that’s what she was, and she deserved that respect.”
You take a deep breath, “My dad died about three months before I came here. It sent Mom into a rage. She destroyed that incoming fleet. Despite his own resolve not to kill he never tried to persuade her otherwise. He knew she did what she thought was best, that it was a last resort.
“What she did to that fleet though, it was pure vengeance. They had taken the love of her life away, and she was going to kill them for it. She became a different person after that. She was very withdrawn, and when the invasion got worse, they decided as a family that I needed to be saved.
“Alfred drugged me. Slipped something into the coffee Tim had made. They were all there as my eyes closed. They all told me how much they loved me. When I woke up, my mother was carrying me on the beach here. She’d packed a trunk with things she said were important. Put the key around my neck, and well… you know the rest.”
This time, you let the tears come, you allow yourself to sob as you say, “She wasn’t so different from the woman you tell stories about.”
Artemis’s arms surround you, and she pulls you close, “She was very different, little one. She was a mother, not only to you but to your brothers. She was a wife. She was in love. She was a warrior.”
Or the right hand woman and Simon and a few other men were out on scouting or whatever and a random group attacked them. Simon and her got beat up pretty badly but they managed to get the other group on it’s knees and take them back to Negan (or call him there,I dunno really it’s up to you). And of course a protective Negan we see,angrily addressing the enemy group (and may or may not using Lucille on them) for hurting his man and his precious right hand woman <3 I believe it was your request @wafflii ?! ^^“ I’ve finally caught up a little bit and I got a bit carried away *cough* so I hope you like it!
Warning: violence, blood, cursing, well pretty normal for TWD, I guess. Also Simon being a cute ass and Negan being protective.
It was supposed to be a completely normal run. A scout had found this abandoned gas station a couple of days ago and since the windows and everything were still intact, you felt like some lucky devils. You were sitting next to Simon who was driving the truck. There was one big pick-up following you and in total you were six men and you, so a normal amount of people for a short trip. “I hope we’ll be back by sunset“, Simon exclaimed. You chuckled. “What, is there something waiting for you?“ You didn’t know if Simon had a crush on anyone, or if he even had a girl, yet most of them seemed to gravitate towards Negan. Simon laughed out loud. “The lights of our little ride tend to stop working“, he corrected you. “But…“ He turned to look at you. “… why would you think about that? Would you be jealous?“ A huge grin appeared below his heavy mustache. You quickly grabbed the wheel as the truck slowly lost its way on the road. “Gosh, eyes on the street!“ He laughed again, only this time he kept his eyes on you. “Damn you would!“ You glared daggers at him. “I said something not someone!“ He eyed you up and down and turned to look on the empty road again. “Pretty late for that explanation.“ The grin didn’t leave his face. You knew he wouldn’t stop making fun of you for quite some time. This joke would last at least a week. But was it a joke? You shook your head. The gas station appeared behind the next turn and just in the right time so you didn’t have to think about this anymore. You sighed. “Finally.“ Simon stopped the truck and hopped out. You followed him and fetched your gun. Three men stayed at the cars, just like Simon told them to in this prep talk earlier. The gas station was small, but it seemed completely untouched. Simon was the first to look inside, you were completely concentrated on him and on the possible danger inside, that you didn’t realize the other people sneaking from behind you. A scream made you turn around. Two of the men who watched the cars were lying on the floor, the other one was busy fighting off a stranger. “What the…“, Simon started, but fell over holding his shoulder. He got shot, what the fuck was going on? You wasted to time to guide him into the small building, he was wincing but crawled over anyway. You didn’t know how many people there were, but they surely outnumbered you. And they had guns. If it was one of the groups that provided you with supplies, they would be in a hell of a trouble then. Your men were more or less reacting quickly but your gunfire wouldn’t last for long. More and more people were lying on the floor, dead or alive, you didn’t know. So you sorted out a plan and just ran for it. One of the strangers seemed smaller than the others, presumably a woman, and she had her back turned towards you. She just fought off one of your men by the truck, when your grabbed her from behind and pressed your gun against her temple. “Drop it!“, you commanded and she let her knife fall to the ground, raising her hands. You dragged her away from the cars so everybody could see her. “Now tell them to shut it!“ “STOP!“, she screamed and the noise stopped. You were quite content with the outcome and took a moment to look at the other people. You didn’t know them, they looked like strays, badly equipped and dirty. “Whe…“, you just started, but the girl smacked you hard with her elbow. Your wrist was going numb and you fell over. The gunfire started again and you saw her bending over to grab the gun, she just made you drop. You pulled out your knife with your bad hand, when she turned around to face you. Suddenly she stopped and looked at you in shock. Blood was dripping out of a small wound in her stomach. You could see Simon coming towards you. He had ripped his shirt in two and one half of it was tightly knotted over his shoulder. He had shot her and you needed to get out of there but all you could see was his abs. Damn he was well built. He smirked down at you before he turned around to take control of the situation. There was no way he had noticed you were checking him out,…. right? Minutes later you drew the balance. Everyone of you was pretty wounded but in the end you got the remaining five of the other group on their knees. They lost four, you two. A savior just tied the last mans hands together, when the guy jumped up and ran towards you. You noticed it too late, as you were busy checking the newly found supplies, and he rammed his head right into yours. Simon shot him mid action and again you were lying on the floor with a ringing in your ears. “What a stupid fucking day!“, you complained and pressed your palm on your pulsing eye. “Get them into the back of the truck!“, Simon commanded and came running towards you. He knelt down and pulled your hand away. He scrunched his face and hissed loudly through his teeth. “Uhh, that’s gonna be a black eye.“ You looked at him in disbelieve. He reached out to your cheek and stroke it surprisingly gentle. “You’re still beautiful, darling“, he said and only took you more aback.
she’s sweet with you and loves that you don’t laugh at her for still not knowing everything about man’s world
you get worried about her fighting who knows what kind of creatures and for a second she worries you don’t think she’s strong enough to handle it but you reassure her you know she’s strong you just worry because you care
she finds that endearing
you work as her assistant so you go with her pretty much everywhere
you like hearing about themyscira
she loves telling you about her home and what it was like growing up there
“an island of only women sounds so nice. I don’t think I would’ve left.”
“It was but if I had stayed there I never would’ve met you.”
you wish you could actually visit her home but you know she’s never allowed to return
sometimes Diana gets homesick and she isolates herself from you
those are the worst days because you don’t know how to help her
so you just do what you can
Diana appreciates that
you pretty much became a nurse thanks to how often you have to patch diana up from fights
google became your best friend
you love to take Diana to new places/introduce her to new foods and watch the look on her face when she tries something new
Diana will sometimes sing you a lullaby her mother sang her
cuddly nights in watching movies
you have so much for her to catch up on
“I can’t believe you were alive when all these fantastic fims came out and you never saw them”
“Well I was you know saving the world from evil so…”
You love seeing her in the wonder woman costume
You think she looks so hot but also like such a badass
she suggests you try it on
you’re too nervous to at first but she convinces you
you put it on and wow
you can’t fight to save your life but in that you felt powerful
when Diana has to leave to save the world from whatever force you get really lonely and miss her a lot
but that means that when she comes back home you two don’t leave the house for weeks
Diana is a pretty laid back girlfriend that is just happy to be around you and know that you’re safe
Request:Damian and jon with the reader as wonderwomans protege, become the new trinity trio
Relationship: Damian Wayne x Reader x Jon Kent·[(Platonic) (This word still makes me laugh)]
Warnings: Some Angst, Mentions of dead heroes,
A/N: Oh yes,I did that
“I can’t believe it.” You whispered to your two best friends who stood beside you. All looking at each of the graves standing gravely in front of you. “They’re really gone.”
You didn’t know how it happened, the rest of the league was keeping it from you. Probably so they didn’t have three teenagers that could kill people with a simple look go after whoever had killed their mentors. It was smart really, but it didn’t give the three of you the closure you all wanted.
You knelt down next to Diana’s grave placing your hand on her headstone and bowing your head. Jon was handling things the worst out of the three of you, while Damian rarely showed emotion. You briefly remember something your mentor once told you during your times as a dynamic duo. ‘One day I’ll be gone, but the people and this world won’t.’ Hours had past after the ceremony, all of the league was gone, only the three of you remained.
“We have to follow their legacy.” You muttered standing up looking at Jon and Damian’s tear stained face. “This world still needs saving.”
The two of them nodded, looking once more at the graves before turning around and walking off solemnly. Once more you knelt down but this time you placed your hands on Bruce and Clark’s grave. “I promise I’ll take care of them.”
With that being said you got up and walked to your two friends joining them in the black limousine that was being drove by Alfred Pennyworth. The three of you had spent a lot of time in this limo but never in these circumstances.
“The world still needs the trinity.” Jon said looking at both you and Damian. He was right. The world couldn’t know that the trio was dead.
“So we become the new trinity.” Damian said coldly. The three of you looked at each other in silence, all agreeing on one thing. The Trinity wasn’t dead, just being reborn by each of you.
You all sat in replica’s of your mentors suits. A press conference was going to be held to the public. Damian and Jon looked almost identical to their fathers while you barely looked like Diana. Who knew how you’d pull it off. You knew you’d never live up to her legacy but you had to try. She’d be disappointed if you didn’t.
“Well, no going back now.” You whispered as Jon pushed the doors open leading the three of you out onto the podium to address the public. The flashing lights of camera’s blinded you and you found yourself wondering how Diana did it so often. Damian stood on Jon’s right while you stood on his left, as if you were the original trinity, the public couldn’t suspect a thing.
Prompt: Okay but Damian Jon and Reader stepping foot in their guardians footsteps and becoming the new trinity and how they deal with it
Requested By: Anon
“You look like her.”
You stare at your father in the mirror, his once blond hair was now gray, worry lines lined his face, and he walked with can now. At fifty-five he was too young for many of those symptoms, but war had taken it toll, and your mother’s death had pushed him over the edge. He was much quieter now. More passive. Resigned to your decision to carry on with your mother’s duties.
You had trained for years with Damian Wayne and Jon Kent. You’d faced battle many times before. You had even returned to Themyscira for further training. You had met every obstacle in your path with determination and force. You were ready for what the future held. Or at least you hoped you were.
You secure the black band on your arm before moving towards the door. You slow your pace for your father’s sake. He keeps in step with you. You enter the room with your head held high, prepared for the onslaught of mourners.
Your mother’s death was one of many in the League. An explosion on the previous Watch Tower had left several dead, and others out of the game. As your eyes scan the crowd you see more and more of your childhood friends, people who had trained under their parents, and had finally taken their place.
At the front of the crowd were the two largest examples. Damian Wayne and Jon Kent were dressed as their father had been before them. Their uniforms had minor tweaks but were largely the same. Clark Kent was still alive, but injured. Bruce Wayne had simply grown too old for the job.
Taking your place in-between them, you turned to face the newest incarnation of the Justice League, as Wonder Woman. Your eyes slide to your father, and with a small smile you watch him salute you before disappearing into the shadows.
- Bucky gets first aid after a mission - Based off this
Bucky sighs a heavy sigh of relief when he sees his house approaching from the car window. He turns to Steve who is writing notes in his notebook as a post-mission ritual. He had ridden home with Bucky as a promise to you, to bring your husband back in one piece. The car stops in front of the house and they both thank the driver. With heavy tired steps they open the creaking gate to your house, the early morning sun beating down on their exhausted bodies as they walk to the door. Before they can reach the door you’re barrelling down the path straight into Bucky’s arms without a word. He catches you in his strong arms a soft groan involuntarily escaping his lips. “My ribs” he wheezes out. You instantly pull away as if you’d been burnt.
“Sorry, sorry” you pull away, in the eagerness to see your husband you had forgotten the potential for injuries. Bucky smiles through the pain as you survey him. “How bad?” it was almost ritualistic for you to ask after every mission.
“Three cracked ribs, stitches on my neck and thigh and a slight concussion, not to mention cuts and bruises just about everywhere” Bucky lists off his injuries and the worry clouds your face. “I’ll be right as rain tomorrow” Bucky says as he pulls you back to him with a cocky smile wanting to hold you in his arms. You often forgot your husband and his best friend had advanced healing and your worry was frivolous in most cases.