“You’ve got to admit, it’s pretty damn impressive.”
“I wouldn’t have believed it if I hadn’t seen it.”
“I didn’t think it was possible.”
“Can we bring her on full time?”
You ignore the voices on the other side of the room in favor of your brother. The idiot was bound and determined to get out of his hospital bed, and you were ready to tackle him if he tried.
His glare was impressive. You could admit that. It was cold and menacing, and if you had been anyone else he’d probably be up and walking around. But you aren’t anyone else, you’re his sister. You’d seen the man when he’d had chicken pox, and was covered in pink dots.
Moving your hands to your hips, you intensify your own glare, “You are not moving from that bed, Bruce Wayne.”
“Who’s going to stop me?”
You cross your arms, “Are you really going to make me say it?” “I dare you.”
You narrow your eyes, “I’ll tell Alfred.”
He throws his hands in the air, and you hear Richard whisper, “We should probably separate them.”
You and Bruce ignore him, “You’re going to run and tell Alfred? What, are we three? You are such a snitch!”
“If I’m a snitch it’s because you made me that way. It’s common sense that you stay in bed after an alien poison nearly ends your freaking life!”
“But it didn’t!”
“It ALMOST did. The key word is ALMOST! What kind of detective are you?”
“What are you doing on my space station anyway?”
Your eyes widen, “Your spaceship? My company is the one that paid for it! I’m the one who found it in the budget, and hid it under a space exploratory program!”
“I have just as much stock as you do!”
“YES, BUT I RUN IT! I’m the one pulling fourteen hour days, and making sure there’s money for the bills and so that you can work out your issues on the scum of Gotham.”
“I focus energy on running the charities and PROTECTING THE CITY!”
“You’re a weirdo in a bat costume!”
The cough makes you both freeze. It’s a sound you’ve heard countless times over the years, and you can’t help but wince as you turn around. In unison, you and Bruce say, “Good Morning Alfred.”
The butler’s voice is cordial as he says, “Good morning Master Bruce, Miss Y/N. I trust everything is going well.”
You nod, “Fine, we’re just fine.”
Richard’s head pops out from behind Alfred and mouths the word, “Liar.”
“I’d expect nothing less. After all, the two of you were raised to love and respect each other. And both being adults are far too old for the childish bickering of your youth.”
You both wince at the subtle scolding. “Now then Master Bruce I trust you’ll remain in bed, yes? I’d hate to have to drag Ms. Lee away from her clinic. And Miss Y/N time for bed yes? You’ve been working quite a bit lately and I think a good night’s rest will do you well.”
You nod, as you begin walking out. You stop next to Richard and mouth the word, “Tattletale” at him.
He mouths back your age. With a scowl you make your way back to the zeta tube.
Three hours later finds you back in your office, in uncomfortable heels, dying for aspirin. “Wow three aspirin. Big headache?”
You swallow the pills and take a drink of water before responding, “Correct, my brother is the biggest headache I’ve got. The idiot nearly got himself killed while skiing in some far off place.”
You roll your eyes, “A daredevil who’s determined to give me a heart attack before I turn thirty.” You slump into your chair, “And I’m so far behind on all my work it’s ridiculous. If I asked nicely would you go ahead and end my misery Hilda?”
Your assistant smiles at you, “And put myself out of the best job I’ve ever had? I think not.”
You shrug, “It was worth a shot.”
She smiles, “I managed to space out all the meetings you had to miss through the week. It leaves you jam packed and with the pair of us working some late nights, but by midweek next week we’ll be back on schedule.”
“Only a month behind then?”
She smirks, “Maybe even twenty days.”
You smile, “How’s your girlfriend?”
She sighs, “Amazing, as always. She precooked all my meals for the week.”
You grin, “Ahh to be young and in love.”
“You’re only twenty one ma’am.”
You wave your hand, “And at this point forever single.”
“Not a chance, the boys flock to you.”
“Until they realize I’m not just a pretty face but a stone, cold corporate bitch.”
“And damn proud of it.”
You smile as Hilda slips out the door. You relax a bit further into your chair, before getting to work.
It’s nearly midnight, before you take a break. You’d sent Hilda home hours ago, and you’re exhausted to the bone, but you can’t bring yourself to go home. Alfred had called earlier in the day to let you know that he and Dick would be staying at the station to keep an eye on Bruce. And a giant, empty manor was not an appealing thought.
You’d had many childhood fears, but the one you hadn’t grown out of was being home alone. It was big and empty, and in your opinion you were better off in the middle of the city than at home alone.
It’s a little after one, when you get the call. The news makes you consider slamming your head against your desk. Instead, you trudge down to the research and development department; heels and all.
You listen to the head of your security detail the situation, you ignore him in favor of the wounded. You can hear the ambulances in the distance, and even if there wasn’t blood everywhere, you know the situation is dire.
And with no options left, you retreat to your office and call the one man you can think. He answers almost immediately. You smile at the friendliness, “Hello Mr. Allen, I was wondering if I could get your assistance on something.”
Requested by Anon - a Nightwing imagine where the reader is Harley and Joker’ daughter and no one on the team trust her, especially Nightwing who she had a crush on. Since she is their daughter she can be a little weird and crazy at times and one time Nightwing snaps and calls her a psycho just like her parents. so she runs off and no one hears from her for almost a year They try to find her but nothing. She saves them from her parents and Nightwing tries to get her to come back cause he likes her too
“So what are we doing today?” you shouted, cartwheeling into the training room. You could feel the team’s distrustful stares on you, but you ignored them to stop in front of Nightwing. Giving him a salute, you grinned at him. “Ready for anything, Bossman.”
Nightwing frowned before brushing passed you. “Today we are working on basic combat skills.” You frowned slightly, hurt that he ignored you. However, you pushed that aside, moving to stand with the others. They shifted away from you as if you were contagious disease. A stab of pain echoed in your heart as you forced yourself to focus on the good looking Nightwing.
Everyone started to pair off. You turned to Robin who was standing near you. “Hey Bird Boy, wanna dance with me?”
Robin gave you a disgusted look before shaking his head. “Sorry, I’m with…” He looked around quickly as if begging for help. Cassie saw his situation, waving him over. Robin sighed in relief. “I’m with Cassie.” He ran off, leaving you alone.
Your heart ached a little, but you ignored it, moving around to ask the next person. However, everyone already had a partner. Nightwing noticed your predicament, sighing in irritation. He waved you over to him. You skipped over to him, smiling happily.
Nightwing rolled his eyes before giving out instructions. Soon everyone separated to start sparring. You and Nightwing moved towards the far corner. Nightwing dropped into a fighting stance.
“So, how is your day?” you asked, watching him carefully. You didn’t drop into a defensive stance, choosing to stand calmly in front of him. Nightwing didn’t answer, rolling his eyes again. “You seem rather tense.”
“Enough,” he ordered before attacking you. You easily dodged his attacks, and continued talking.
“I was just thinking about bananas.” You laughed, thinking about it as you knocked his feet from under him with a swift kick. “Did you know their scientific name is musa sapientum, which means the fruit of the wise men? Isn’t that weird?”
“(Y/N), I really don’t care,” Nightwing snapped, jumping to his feet. “Focus on training.”
You gave him a curious look, blushing slightly. “Well, I can’t help that it’s so boring. You may be good looking, Nightwing, but you are hardly challenging.” Nightwing’s eyes narrowed before he sprinted forward. He started throwing fast punches and kicks, intending to harm.
Requested: Yes Request:
Can I request a fic where the JL is already formed and Clark, Bruce, and Diana are already super close (as close as BATMAN can be jfc Bruce we get it) and one day, Clark shows up with his non superhero little sister (she’s like a year younger but he likes reminding her) and Bruce just immediately has a crush but he’s Batman and WHAT ARE FEELINGS??? Fluff at the end! Thx!
Summary: Bruce meets you, Clarks baby sister and is immediately taken away by your beauty. Word count: 494 Warning(s): none
Bruce was preparing a briefing packet for a mission for the Justice League, making his last research before going out on a long mission. He hears a zeta tube zap, announcing that Superman had arrived.
As he approached the room Batman was in he heard talking, and immediately knew that Superman wasn’t alone. The voice belonged to you, his thoughts got carried away with your beautifully flowing speech and beautiful voice. A knock on the door woke him from his short daydream. “Come in,” He says in his signature low gravely voice.
The door opens, Clark stepping in with a young woman right behind him. “Who’s this?” Bruce immediately asks, coming closer to the pair, enticed with your beauty. “This is my baby sister,” Clark says, earning a slap on the shoulder, “I’m only a year younger,” you pout, making your brother laugh, all while Bruce is taken away by you.
He had to come back to reality, no woman would stay with someone that dresses up as a bat and puts themselves in danger every night every night. “Nice to meet you,” He scoffs turning away, going back to the desk, making the duo behind him raise an eyebrow.
“Is he always like this?” You whisper to your brother, to which he only nods. Clark thinks he might have an idea of what’s going on, so he want’s to try his theory.
“Hey Bruce, I’ll go talk to Wonder Woman, can you be here with y/n?” He asks, getting ready to leave the room, earning a questioning look from you and a low hum from you.
After Superman had left the room, you attempt to make some small talk, feeling awkward in the silence. “So, what are you working on?” You ask, looking over his shoulder. “Briefing packets,” He answers bluntly, your eyebrows crunching. “You don’t like talking much, huh?” You say, sitting on the side of the working desk.
After a while a silence, you finally try talking again, “Did I do something so that you don’t like me?”
“Well why won’t you talk to me ?” You attempt again.
“Because, I don’t need distractions,” He answers, not looking away from his paperwork.
“So I distract you? Good? or Bad?” You question, a gorgeous smile on your face.
“Good and bad,” He answers, finally looking up.
“How so?” You push.
“God you are gorgeous, but I’m batman and I don’t need feelings,” He seriously says.
“Well, If you ever decide that you want those feelings, Call me!” You say, giving him a visit card, with your name and number on it. You jump off of the desk making your way to the door, “See ya some other time Batman.” You wink at him, walking out only to walk in to your brother. “Clark!”
“So I was right,” He chuckles, guiding you back to the zeta tubes. “I don’t even want to know.” You sigh, being zapped back out to the city.
A/N: omg I feel like this was a weak chapter, I’m so sorry if it’s not up to par :’)
The moment you stepped out of the Zeta Beam and back into the Batcave, you were greeted by dear Alfred giving you a warm hug.
“Miss (Y/N),” he said your name with great endearment, “I’m so glad you’re home.” His words tugged at your heartstrings. Though you never got to interact with Alfred much, every time you did it sent a rush of warmth throughout your soul. He always made you feel wanted.
Tears burned at your eyes as you hugged him back; he smelled like clean laundry. A hand patted your back, from the corner of your eye you could tell it was Bruce. He had a tired but genuine smile on his face, “I’m glad you’re home, too, (Y/N).”
“I’m glad I came home.” You said, your voice was soft and meek but it held a distinct tinge of happiness.
Alfred pulled away and looked at you, a gentle smile on his face, “it’s extremely late, Miss (Y/N), you should wash up and go to bed soon. Tomorrow I’ll prepare a delicious breakfast for you.”
“You always do,” you replied instantly. Alfred’s cooking never disappointed. The old man rubbed at his eyes a little before walking off, leaving you alone with your adoptive father and Jason.
Bruce cleared his threat awkwardly, “I suppose you two have some talking to do, so I’ll get out of your way.” He gave your arm one reassuring squeeze and left, as well.
For a full minute you avoided Jason’s gaze as he stared at you wordlessly. “(Y/N)… I didn’t do what it looked like I did… back there in the restaurant.”
The reminder of what’d happened earlier that day made you see red. You felt your breathing get heavier as you seethed with anger. Earlier you were sad but now all you felt was anger and betrayal. You finally looked him in the eye but your eyes were cold and hard. Your stare silently urged him to continue.
“The truth is… I thought I could distract myself by doing something with the waitress… I wanted to distract myself from- from you.” It was his turn to avoid your eyes as Jason stared at his feet. You felt your anger dissipate slowly into… something else. Was it joy? Hope?
“I’ve been thinking about you a lot… too much, I think,” he chuckled sadly, though he had a smile on his face. Your hands reached out to hold his face and you tilted his head up so that he was looking at you. “I…” Jason struggled to say what he so desperately wanted to tell you for so long. He was certain of how he felt but the definitive three words just wouldn’t come out.
From the way you looked at him, with such hope and expectation in your eyes, he could tell you knew what he wanted to say; and indeed you did. You knew that once he said the words that most humans regarded as sacred and pure, you’d never have to worry about what happened with the waitress ever happening again.
But… the words never came. He couldn’t say them; and you didn’t know why. He couldn’t tell you that he loved you.
As minutes passed, the silence between the two of you developed into one that was tense and nerve wracking. Jason just stared at you, mouth opened slightly, as if the words he struggled to say were just going to fall out on their own.
You let go of his face, the sudden lack of warmth Jason felt made his heart sink even lower than it had already sank. As he watched you back away, the look of anger and betrayal returning to your face, he could only internally scream at himself for being such a coward.
“Wait, (Y/N)!” He called out as you retreated further, he wanted to run after you; to try again but the way you whipped around and glared at Jason made a shiver run down his spine.
“Leave me alone, Jason Todd.” You snarled. He was so used to hearing your soft and gentle voice he never thought he’d ever hear it sounding so fierce; let alone because of him.
As you stormed back to your room, you could feel a great mixture of anger and sadness washing over you like never before. You could feel your hands burn with raw starlight as a result of your newfound rage but you willed them to stop. You didn’t want to hurt anyone or anything in the manor. Your emotions could never justify the possible destruction you could wreak.
Upon entering your room, you immediately saw your reflection in the mirror. The dress you chosen for the dinner was now wrinkled and looked dull in the dark despite its generally cheerful colours. Looking at yourself in the reflective surface made you feel a familiar sense of self-consciousness in your heart once again.
Maybe Jason couldn’t tell you he loved you because you weren’t beautiful enough. Or perhaps he felt that you were too dangerous. Or too weak. Perhaps you weren’t human enough to deserve any form of love.
The anger that you previously felt drained away instantly as pure sadness took its place. You collapsed to the floor and cried your heart out. You believe this was what humans called ‘heartbreak’; it felt exactly like back in the restaurant but only ten times worse. You knew many humans were capable of overcoming this pain but you weren’t sure if you would ever be able to; because if you were completely honest with yourself, you really loved Jason Todd.
Jason’s room was close to yours and as he laid in bed after a short shower, he could hear your muffled sobbing. How he wished he could run into your room and tell you what he wanted to say; but his body wouldn’t move. He just… couldn’t bring himself to say the three words.
He didn’t understand why. He knew with all his heart that he loved you, every single bit of you, but something held him back. As much as he wanted to deny it, deep inside, Jason knew what it was; it was the same thing that held him back from a lot of things. It was the feeling of not ever being good enough.
He laughed pitifully at himself; the great, cocky vigilante was self-conscious. Jason laughed until he found himself feeling his eyes burn. He rubbed his eyelids with the back of his hand and noticed that there were tears. He’d never cried because of a girl in his entire life; before and after the Lazarus Pit; but you weren’t just some girl. You were a girl, whom, in his opinion, at the very least, deserved someone much better than Jason Todd.
Eventually, after a solid hour of self-pity, you dragged yourself off of the floor and into the bathroom. Perhaps freshening up would do you some good; and it did, just a little bit.
Without waiting for your hair to dry, you went to bed, letting the built-up exhaustion from the day’s events lull you into deep slumber. As you dozed off smoothly, you could hear a roar of thunder followed by another… and another…
As Jason sat in the same old warehouse, beaten to a bloody pulp, with the same old madman brandishing a crowbar in front of him, he slowly realised how much worse this nightmare felt. It was much darker, more daunting and just horrifying in general; the longer he dreamt, the sooner he realised why.
Most of the second Robin’s nightmares just consisted of being beaten up and mocked at by the Joker but this one… this one was different. This time, the Joker set off explosives continuously. He’d activate the first one, let Jason scream and shout in fear and pain until his cries were reduced to whimpers. The warehouse would be on fire; and so would he. Jason could feel the relentless flames licking at his skin, melting them off his bones.
Then, suddenly, everything would return to normal - or as normal as his nightmare could get. The now unactivated bomb would count ten seconds, then five, then zero. Boom.
In the midst of his fifth, or sixth, explosion, there was a sudden change in scenery. One second he was dying, bleeding and burning, and the next he was standing in the middle neatly-kept apartment, wearing a plain shirt and comfortable sweatpants. He had to blink rapidly to adapt from the dark and gloomy warehouse to the pleasant golden hue of the room.
“What the fuck?” Jason mumbled to himself, eyes scanning his new surroundings. He could still hear the faint noises of his nightmare, the maniacal laughter of his murderer, but it all faded away when he felt something in his hand.
Jason looked down and saw that it wasn’t just some object, it was someone else’s hand, their fingers laced with his own. His head slowly followed the arm attached to said hand and was met with your smiling face.
The moment you fell asleep, you found yourself in the same nightmare as the one you were in the night before. You were in Jason’s troubled mind, his haunting past which never ceased to replay itself every night of his life.
You quickly rushed towards the sounds of metal hitting flesh and the his loud grunts of pain. When you’d spotted him, tied up and bloody, you instinctively ran towards him, reaching out to grab him and liberate him once more from this horror fest.
Before you could, however, there was a loud, deafening noise; as if a bomb had gone off. You could hear Jason screaming as you watched the flames caress his skin. You, on the other hand, couldn’t feel anything except an aching in your chest that suffocated you greatly.
With every explosion, you found yourself falling, struggling to walk even just a few feet at once. After four more repetitions of the mad clown’s laughter, the eardrum-shattering noise and the cries of Jason, you finally managed to reach him.
Panting heavily, you stretched out your hand and grabbed his; you held onto him tight. You hoped that he’d recognise you; that he’d know you were there and he wasn’t alone.
The moment your hand touched his, you could feel it grabbing yours tightly, as though his life depended on it. For a brief second, everything was silent. The laughter, the explosions, the cries of pain. Everything stopped.
Then, you realised you were standing up, and that you were no longer in Jason’s nightmare. Instead of a burning warehouse, you were now in a decent-sized apartment that had a warm glow to it… Were you in someone else’s dream?
Your head spun with confusion; your eyes darted around the new scenery in blind panic. You were prepared to take a few steps around the place when you felt a tug on your arm. You whipped around and saw that Jason was still holding your hand.
The two of you stared at one another in silence, hands still in locked in the others’. It was then you understood that you’d successfully saved him from his nightmare. You’d dragged him out of his own personal hell into what seemed like a heavenly place.
“What the fuck?” Jason muttered, looking dazed and tired but relieved. His eyes darted between your hand in his and your eyes.
A particularly loud roar of thunder shocked the vigilante awake. He woke up panting, skin sleek with a thin layer of sweat from his previous, never ending, nightmare. When he began to calm down, he noticed that though he wasn’t dreaming anymore, something was still the same.
Jason lifted his hand and saw that the same hand, your hand, was still in his, fingers intertwined with own calloused digits. He turned his head slowly and saw you, half-asleep, sitting on the floor by his bed. You didn’t crawl in beside him like the night before, but rather you rested the top half of your body on his bed, your legs sprawled on his floor. Your chest laid on his soft mattress, one of your arms was tucked under your chin while the other was stretched out in order to hold his hand.
You looked at him in the darkness through half-lidded eyes, “go to sleep, Jason Todd,” you mumbled soothingly, “I’ll keep you safe.”
“Hush,” you squeezed his hand, “let’s not talk… just sleep…” you spoke, half-yawning. Jason could see how exhausted you were and didn’t press on; instead, he closed his eyes and promptly fell back to sleep.
You watched as the man you loved fall back into deep slumber, though his hand’s firm grip on yours never faltered, even while asleep.
You were so tired, so lethargic, but for some reason, you didn’t allow yourself to fall asleep. You discovered that as you held the hand of sleeping Jason Todd, you could watch his dreams like a spectator. You knew that if you fell asleep, you’d be lucid in his dream and it’ll change what would otherwise naturally occur in his own mind. In other words, if you stayed awake, you could see what he truly felt towards you.
You could see the same apartment as before, except this time there were three tiny children running around. Jason was laughing uncontrollably, laying on his back on the couch, as the young ones climbed all over him.
“Dada!” They called him, their voices so innocent and sweet. They so tiny and joyful.
You smiled; the unruly and reckless Jason Todd’s ideal dream was to have a family. Although, you realised something was missing… there was no mother. Perhaps he simply wanted to adopt children, like Bruce; or maybe he-
“Jason!” A voice that sounded alien but yet familiar to you called from somewhere else in the apartment. “Jason, could you get the coffee table cleared? I need space for the cookies.”
“Su-sure!” Jason replied breathlessly, still trying to catch his breath after being buried underneath his three children. He brushed himself off before rearranging the various magazines and other things on the coffee table so that there was a large empty spot in the middle.
You could help but smile and laugh whenever his children tried to distract him by grabbing his arms and legs. He seemed so happy and so satisfied. The smile on your face fell when you realised the voice that called out earlier was female; which meant that he most likely had a wife in this ideal world…
A wife that looked just like you. You failed to suppress a loud gasp as you saw yourself walking out of where you assumed was the kitchen, a tray of cookies in your hands. The carbon copy of you smiled sweetly at Jason and placed the cookies down, gently batting one of your children’s hands away, telling him that the cookies were too hot to eat.
“Hey, kiddos,” Jason ruffled one of their heads, “why don’t you guys go play in your room?” The younglings obliged and bounded joyfully away and out of sight. Jason then turned smoothly to face your clone, “(Y/N), I lov-”
You instantly ripped your hand away from Jason’s, flinging yourself back into the wall behind you. Your heart was pounding wildly and you felt your stomach flutter like crazy. You could feel hope bubbling through your veins as a smile graced your lips; but still, you couldn’t bear to hear what you wanted to hear that way. You wanted to hear it from Jason himself, you wanted him to look at you and you only as he spoke, and not to a clone conjured up by his own mind.
As your heart began to calm down, and your breathing became steadier, you noticed that Jason had begun to tense up once more. He was no longer relaxed and happy but rather fearful and in pain. His hand reached around the bed for yours, its movements became more desperate by the second.
Acting on instinct, you returned to your original position and took his hand. Almost immediately, Jason relaxed, his muscles began to slacken, his breathing became peaceful.
“Sweet dreams, Jason Todd,” you whispered, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead; your heart’d allowed itself to hope, once more, for your happy ending.
Requested by anon: “Hello may I request a connor kent /superboy ?( It can be a fanfic or a Headcanon it’s up to you ) where his s/o has the same powers as piper halliwell from charmed so his s/o is basically a witch who can blow things up and freeze time and things , thank youu! !😊😊“
A/N: I hope you like this! Sorry it took a little while. I looked up the powers piper halliwell has on charmed and also saw she could speed up molecules, you’ll see some of that in here too.
You were currently just getting home from your job. Looking forward to the comfort of your bed and the book you were halfway through. Maybe even Conner would be home from the team tonight. He’d been crashing at the cave a lot more recently, since everything that happened with Kaldur.
Checking your phone to see if there were any messages from him. Seeing nothing but a few texts from your mom and dad asking for you to come to dinner at some point during the week and to bring Conner with you. They were dying to meet him already. Complaining that you were living with a man they had yet to meet.
Tucking your phone away to open the main doors to your apartment building. Clicking the button of the elevator a few times like it would make the car move faster. Eventually the doors opened and you headed down the hall to your apartment.
Opening the door to see a light on, making a smile crawl on your face. Walking in and scanning for the dark haired man. But then feeling a pair of arms wrap around you from behind. “Hey handsome” you greeted playfully.
Hearing his deep chuckle from behind you, “Hello, love” breathing in your ear. He then scooped you into his arms, his super strength making it feel like you were a sheet of paper, yelping in the process.
Wrapping your arms around his neck and smiling at him. “I missed you” kissing his nose.
“I’m sorry, you should come with me to the cave next time. The team misses you and your freshly baked cookies, especially Garfield and Bart.”
“Maybe, but you know I don’t like to be there with my powers. Being around all those heroes I can’t help but feel like one of them will figure out about them.” Speaking calmly, you didn’t want anyone to know about your powers. You wanted a normal life, well as normal a life you could have with a hero boyfriend.
He frowned, “They don’t suspect anything. Come on it can be fun, they all miss you, especially Wolf” giving you his best puppy dog eyes. Something Wally had probably taught him.
“Fine, but only because I miss Wolf!” you gave in, wincing at the adorable face he was making. He smiled and kissed you, before carrying you into the bedroom and dropping you on the bed. Grabbing your book he handed it over before climbing and cuddling up next to you, reading the pages over your shoulder. Sometimes you wonder if this was the same defensive, anger management needing man you first met. But you were definitely a good influence on him, bringing out his touchy feely side.
The next day was a Sunday meaning no work for you and a perfect time for Conner to make you follow up on your promise.
Taking you to the cave, setting the zeta tube to include a guest. The computer spoke his hero name and number as you both went through. The team lit up upon seeing you accompanying him.
“Hey [F/n]!” Bart cheered, super speeding over to you and seeing the container of promised cookies in your hands. “Oo, are those for me?” he grinned.
“Not all of them but I’ll trust you to take them to the kitchen” handing the container to him. He saluted before speeding off to the kitchen. Jamie following to make sure the speedster didn’t devour the treats.
The rest of the team came to greet you. “What brings you by?” Batgirl asked being one of the first ones over. “I was told I was missed” you laughed. “How could we not miss you” M’Gann hugged you. Of which you returned.
“But don’t let me be a distraction, do your superheroing pretend I’m not here” you said before looking at Nightwing who nodded before calling the team back to the computer. You knew they had important business to do. So you went off wandering for a certain furry companion of your boyfriend.
Entering the lounge to see Wolf asleep on the couch. You kneeled down and patted his head, which woke him up. When he saw who it was he immediately pounced on you and began to lick your face. “No Wolf! Off, ah you’re so slobbery!” laughing, closing your eyes to keep him from getting you there.
You heard a familiar laugh and opened your eyes to see Conner standing over you, the giant animal on top of you. “Okay Wolf I think you’ve made your point” he said and the animal reluctantly climbed off.
Helping you up Conner wiped some of the slobber of your face. “It’s like he tries to get it all over me” you whined before wiping your own face. A pout on your face. He chuckled before pecking your forehead.
Though within seconds the moment was ruined by sirens blaring. You jumped while Conner just looked around confused. “What happening?” You yelled clutching his arm. “The cave’s going into lock down come on!” he grabbed your hand and ran to where you’d find the team.
Finding a few team members, the others were out on missions. Only finding Nightwing, Impulse, Robin, Wonder Girl, and Bumblebee. “What’s happening?” Conner ran to Nightwing’s side as he typed on the computer. “I don’t know, someone hacked the system and put the cave into lock down. I’m trying my overrides but they’re not working.”
You were looking around, the room illuminated by the flashing red lights. Most of the team was looking over Nightwing’s shoulder but Robin was trying to help through his tech. He was typing on the screen on his wrist.
But you saw something move in the corner of your eyes. Looking that way, you saw what looked like a canon of some sort. Before you could say anything it fired. “Robin look out!” You yelled before acting on instinct and holding your hand out, freezing what turned out to be a missile in mid air. The boy wonder stared shocked at the object only a foot away from him.
But then looked at you who had stopped it. Conner saw what was going on and saw the shadow of a person. Super jumping over, grabbing the man and throwing him into the center of the room. Nightwing then proceeded to knock him out using a escrima stick. Examining the man he spoke, “A spy, probably of the Light! Kadlur must’ve sent him”
You then used another power of yours and sped up the molecules of the item, making it heat up to the point of melting. When it wasn’t a threat any longer, you lowered your hand allowing a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding to release.
Conner ran over to you, gripping your arms in concern. “Are you okay?” worry in his tone. You nodded panting, “Yeah, just tired now.” Not using your powers often took it out of you. You know using your powers more would build up an endurance but you only used them in emergencies.
Though the other team members stared at you shocked. Tim came over first, “Thank you [F/n], you saved my life.” You smiled and nodded in acknowledgement.
“How’d you do that?” Cassie asked next. You looked over to the team, “When I was young I was cursed. I’ve had these powers for a long time but keep them hidden.” explaining, feeling tired.
“Can we go home, I’m really tired.” Looking over to Conner who agreed. As the cave was now out of lockdown. “You go rest, but I’d like to debrief you in the morning” Nightwing asked calmly. You nodded before Conner helped you to the zeta tube.
When you got back to the apartment you both sat on the couch. Laying with your head on his lap as him running his hand through your hair. Clicking on the TV in the process.
“What am I gonna do now?” Turning to look up at him. He looked down at you, cupping your face in his hand as you leaned into it. “Will they make me join the team? Perform experiments?”
Shaking his head answering, “No, they may ask you to join the team but they won’t make you. It’s entirely your decision.” rubbing his thumb over your cheek bone. You smiled before turning back to where you had been as he resumed with your hair.
Falling asleep while thinking about what joining the team may be like and fighting alongside your boyfriend. Thinking about seeing him helping people and taking down bad guys. Feeling a smile tug at the corners of your mouth, maybe that wouldn’t be too bad.
Hey, can you list the Primes from the eldest to the most recent one?
There’s no singular list, as they vary from continuity to continuity. The major continuities, then:
In Marvel: Prima, Prime Nova, Sentinel Prime, Optimus Prime, Rodimus Prime. The BotCon prose story “Covenant” added the mysterious “Primon” to the start of this list.
In Dreamwave: Alpha Prime, Guardian Prime, Sentinel Prime, Optimus Prime
In IDW: Nova Prime, Nominus Prime, Sentinel Prime, Zeta Prime, Optimus Prime
Then the AllSpark Almanac went back and retroactively used these lists to give the unidentified Primes seen in the G1 cartoon names, so the chain there goes: Primon the Alpha Prime, Prima, Prime Nova, Guardian Prime, Zeta Prime, Optimus Prime, Rodimus Prime
And while we’re at it, the order of creation for the original Thirteen Primes is: Prima, Vector Prime, Alpha Trion, Solus Prime, Micronus Prime, Alchemist Prime, Nexus Prime, Onyx Prime, Amalgamous Prime, Quintus Prime, Liege Maximo, Megatronus, and the Thirteenth Prime.
“Why didn’t you stay at the place where you were supposed to be? We had a plan and you blew it because you were not there,” Superboy shouted at you. Nightwing, Connor, and you were in the mission room at the cave. Superboy and you had just gotten back from a mission in which you had almost gotten most of your fellow team members killed.
You had a reason for your actions, but Connor wouldn’t let you explain yourself. He continued to scream at you with Nightwing watching silently in the background. “Robin and Beast Boy were injured, and the rest were almost killed because of you! The Months were spent planning this mission are all wasted since you didn’t follow the plan! Why weren’t you there (Y/N)?”
“I…,” you attempted to explain yourself, only to be cut off by Connor.
“No excuses. You should have been there. We never should have trusted you.” His eyes narrowed and his voice lowered as he made the last burning remark. “We never should have let you on the team.” Tears filled your eyes, and you bit your lip in an attempt to keep from crying. Though, he had never seemed to return your feelings, you had liked Connor since the first day you had joined the team and to hear those words coming from him hurt like nothing had before.
Nightwing stepped forward to place a hand on Connor’s shoulder. “Connor, calm down,” he said, attempting to soothe the situation. Unfortunately, Connor would not be calmed.
“No,” Connor retorted, shaking off Nightwing’s hand. “You failed the team, (Y/N).” Connor took a step toward you, towering over you as he stared you down. “You failed me.” A tiny sob escaped your lips when you saw the disappointment and anger in his eyes. His words hurt so much, but your own angry from not being able to explain yourself spurred you.
“I did it to save you,” you cried. Tears streamed down your face as you saw a look of surprise cross Connor’s face. “One of the men had a kryptonite gun pointed at you. If I hadn’t left my position to stop him, you would be dead right now and I couldn’t bear that. I care too much about you for you to die right in front of me when I could do something to stop it!” You stopped for a moment to catch your breath. Connor’s face paled at your confession.
Another sob escaped you before you continue, “You can hate me for it, but I can’t stand by and watch you die.” You begin to back away towards the zeta tubes as you spoke your next heart-wrenching words. “I’ll leave the team and you won’t have to see me ever again.”
Upon your last words, you enter the zeta tube to go home. Connor called your name, but you were already gone.
You were in your pajamas, curled up on the couch at your apartment while staring blankly at the television. It was three days since you had left the team. Connor’s words haunted you to the point you couldn’t move. It hurt so much. The idea that he could have died shook you to your very core. You cared about him, and for him to think of you in such a negative light was devastating.
The other team members tried to call you, but you didn’t answer or listen to the messages they left. It had even gotten to the point where several of them stopped by your apartment to try to talk to you, but you pretended you weren’t home. You couldn’t be on the team now, you lost their trust. You had lost Connor’s trust. Tears began to burn your eyes again as your thoughts went back to the words he had said.
Suddenly, you were interrupted by the sound of a knock on your door. You froze before reaching to turn down the volume of the television to once again pretend you weren’t home. Sadly, your ruse didn’t work this time.
“(Y/N), I know you’re in there. I can hear your heartbeat,” Connor’s voice said through the door. Pain hit your heart from hearing his voice, but you did your best to ignore it.
You moved to stand by the closed door. “What do you want,” you asked through the door.
“I want to talk to you. Will you please let me in,” he replied sincerely. While part of you wanted to let him in, the other half didn’t want to be hurt again by his words.
“I left the team, what more do you want,” you throw brokenly back through the door.
“That’s not why…” Connor began before breaking off with a annoyed sigh, “Will you please let me in?”
You wipe your tear-filled eyes with your pajamas’ sleeve. “If you have something to say, you can say it through the door.”
Connor growled in frustration before agreeing, “Fine. I wanted to say sorry for what I said. It was in the heat of anger and none of it was true. I do trust you and I think you should be on the team. When everything happened, I should have let you explain before shouting at you. I’m sorry. You saved my life, and I am grateful for that. Thank you, (Y/N).”
You listen to his words, and you felt better. The hurt wasn’t gone completely, but you could face him now. You opened the door to see Connor standing there awkwardly. His eyes widen in surprise at the opening of the door. “It’s okay, Connor,” you say, wiping the last of your tears from your face.
He cleared his throat, looking at you with his beautiful blue eyes. “I also wanted to say I care a lot about you too. I have since the first day we met and I was too much of a coward to do anything about it.”
Your body tingled with joy as his words floated over you. “I didn’t think you did,” you confessed shyly, looking at the floor.
His hand cupped your chin to raise your gaze to meet his. “I always did,” he admitted blushing. “That’s why I was so angry after the mission. I just…”
“Shh…” you hushed him as you take his hand from your chin to pull him against you. “Let’s not talk about that now,” you say before gently pressing your lips to his. He was startled at first, but he soon relaxed to return the kiss.
A tingling feeling rattled through your body as his lips left yours a moment later. Connor smiled before declaring, “I should have told you sooner if we are going to kiss like that.”
You gently touched your nose to his, whispering, “Then we should make up for lost time.”
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“Team, this is (Y/N) and she will be staying with you until we can find a way to return her home,” Batman explained as the team stared at you.
This is not how you would have imagined meeting them, but it was still cool. Batman had found you in one of the villain’s hideouts and rescued you. You told him everything and surprisingly he believed you. You guessed it wasn’t hard to believe that there is an alternate universe where you are entertainment, but it still bothered you that you were now in the world of superheroes and villains. It bothered you even more that the Young Justice team was staring at you shamelessly.
“Care to explain why she’s here?” Arsenal’s voice rang out.
Batman glared at him before saying: “She’s from an alternate universe where we are fictional characters. Do you really think that it would be fine if a villain had her and exposed everything?”
The whole team had shocked expressions on their faces and returned their attention to you. You knew their secret identities, their past, and basically all of their secrets. Arsenal put a scowl back on his face and remained quiet.
“I expect her to be treated fairly and well. I will inform you when we have found a way to send her back,” Batman said before walking to the Zeta Tube.
The whole team watched him leave and looked back at you.
“Will you quit it with the staring! It’s creeping me out,” you said while folding your arms.
“Well you don’t usually meet someone who stalks you in another universe,” Arsenal hissed.
“I’m not the only one,” you said, “and it’s not stalking.”
“It sure sounds like it,” he grumbled.
“Will you quit it, Arsenal?” Nightwing asked, “You’re already disobeying Batman’s orders and pissing off the one person who knows a bunch of stuff about you. Do you really think that is a good idea?”
That was about five months ago. The team had gotten used to you and slowly became your friends, except Arsenal. Everyone laughed at your jokes, joined you to watch a movie and even taught you a few fighting moves. Arsenal was the one who would start fights with you, but you just walked away. If you learned anything while watching the show, don’t get caught in Roy Harper’s anger. Even though you had that happy and funny personality with the team, you still were sad. You missed your home, your friends, and your family. It was cool to meet the superheroes you look up to, but you wanted to go home. One particular day your happy mood vanished. You decided to just lay in your bed and stuff your face with some ice cream. That’s when Mr. Insult decided to strike again.
“First you steal our home and now you steal our food? What is wrong with you? You think you can just walk in here and take whatever you want? This isn’t your home!!”
“You don’t think I know that?” you asked in a shaky voice, “I am who knows how far away from my home and family. I know I don’t belong here, so why don’t you stop making it worse for me and shut the hell up?”
You took the ice cream and walked back to your room with tears falling down with your cheeks. You passed a couple of the heroes but speed walked past them and locked your door. They walked in the direction you came from and saw Arsenal leaning against the counter with his classic scowl on his face.
After that day you returned to your ‘normal’ self. Many of the team members asked you about it but you just shrugged it off. Arsenal kept on starting fights but you just looked at him and walked away. You did not have the energy or time to deal with his attitude. You were walking away from another one of his outbursts when a gigantic explosion shook the cave. Your eyes widened as you saw Deathstroke walk through the hole along with his goons.
“Get the girl and kill the rest!!” he said while pointing in your direction.
You turned around and ran through the cave, trying to find the team. Your legs carried you until you were in your room. You grabbed a bo staff Robin gave you and shoved it in your pocket. The door was knocked down and some men entered the room. They raised their guns at you and waited. You kept your face emotionless, even though your heart was exploding out of your chest, and started to raise your hands. One of the goons approached you and you attacked. You threw down one of Nightwing’s smoke bombs and climbed into the vent that was located inside of your closet. You crawled through the vents until you saw Nightwing and Robin fighting Deathstroke. You pulled the vent cover up and jumped down.
“(Y/N) get out of here!!” yelled Nightwing.
“Get out of here!!”
You nodded and started running for the exit. You were about 20 feet from the exit when you feel something hit your legs. You fell on the ground and screamed. You looked at your legs and saw that there was a bullet in each one. Blood was seeping out of your wounds and stained your pants. You pulled yourself to a wall and used it to help you get up. Your legs were shaky, but as long as you leaned on the wall you were going to make it. You were less than 10 feet away when a gunshot echoed throughout the hall. You felt your stomach and lifted your hand, which was covered in your blood. You collapsed onto the floor and put pressure onto your stomach.
Your vision blurred as you felt someone pick you up from the cave’s floor. At first you thought it was Nightwing, but as soon as you felt the weapons you knew who it was. You dragged your hand across the weapons until you felt something that you guessed was a grenade. You pulled the pin and punched Deathstroke with all the energy you could muster. He hissed and dropped you on the ground. You screamed once again as you landed on your bullet wound. Deathstroke was about to pick you up again when he noticed the grenade. His eyes widened and pulled it off. He threw it away just in time as the grenade exploded. You were forced into the wall by the explosion and hit on the head by debris. Your vision was fading, but you could clearly see the team running over to your body before the lights went out.
After the attack you were rushed to the Medbay by the team. You had lost a lot of blood and received a concussion from the debris. The following day you slipped into a coma and no one knew when you were going to wake up. Batman had informed them later that there was no way for you to return home. Couldn’t your luck get any better? Arsenal had avoided the Medbay at first, but started to visit daily to make sure you were ok. He would sometimes talk to you and ask you to wake up. Of course that wasn’t going to happen but he felt some comfort while talking to you. He didn’t notice it at first, but he found out that he had some feelings for you. He loved how you fangirled at any hero you met, joked around with the team by using movie references about the team and he even loved how you would practice fighting with enthusiasm. He knew that he made mistakes by fighting with you, but that was the way he was.
“Arsenal I’d like to speak with you,” Nightwing said while putting a hand on his shoulder.
Arsenal nodded and stood up from the seat that rested next to you. He followed Nightwing into your room with confusion written all over his face. Nightwing picks a USB up from your desk and hands it to him.
“This was addressed to you. I found it in one of her drawers while getting clean clothes after the attack,” he explained.
Arsenal nodded and said, “Thank you.”
Nightwing gave him a sad smile and walked out of the room. He grabbed your computer and put the USB in it. The screen lit up and displayed a photo of the team and a brooding Arsenal. He smiled at your pose. You were laughing and clutching your stomach while the rest of the team had shocked expressions. That was the day when you told them about the George Clooney Batman movies. He smiled at that memory and opened the USB’s data. A video popped onto the screen. He pressed play and your face popped up.
“Hey Roy. If you’re watching this then I must be dead, or severely injured. I really hope it’s severely injured because I still haven’t told Batman and Nightwing some interesting plot twists, but that’s not important now. I just wanna say that even though you were a pain in the ass and a big jerk face, I don’t hate you. I really don’t care if you’re scowling during this whole video, but I just wanted to tell you that. You were one of my favorite characters from the show and it was pretty cool to attempt to get to know you. I know you went through a lot and I do not think that you should be holding in all of that anger and pain. A lot of people who watched the show would’ve thought you were a drama queen and an asshole, but I just thought you were just a victim dealing with the fallout of what Luthor and all the other villains did to you. You have every right to be mad and wanting to rid the world of them, but do not push away your friends and allies that will help you accomplish that mission. I really hope that you will finally find the closure you need. I guess that’s all I have to say. You better carry on my wayward son because there will be peace when you are done.”
A sad smile appeared on your face before the video went blank. He stared at the screen for a few seconds and ran back to your room. He didn’t care if he had tears running down his face, he just wanted you back and in his arms. He opened the door and sat next to you in his usual seat.
He grasped your hand and said, “I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have done any of those things to you. You were the one who walked away whenever I started a fight, you were the one who cheered everyone up when you would tell them jokes and facts about your home, you were the one who understood me. I wish I was there to protect you. I wish I could have prevented this from happening. I know I shouldn’t have, but I fell in love with you and I’m scared that you will never hear that.”
“I’m not deaf you asshole,” you said.
He shot up from the seat and pulled you into a hug. You flinched but hugged him back anyway. He held onto you as if you were going to disappear and didn’t let go until you poked him on the cheek.
The Problemi brothers are sibling who are
rumoured to be older than Elijah Mikaelson,
having continuously changed their names over the years to stay hidden. They are
known to wipe out whole broods of vampires, including their allies, occasionally
recruiting fledglings in the guise of become a better suited elder than the Fledglings
William ‘Will’ Problemi:
The charming younger Problemi brother is
notorious for his rivalry with Damon Salvatore, having spent centuries in a
game of who can one up the other with the oldest Salvatore. He uses his
youthful look and knowledge of languages to pass fluidly between both adults
and teens allowing him to manipulate most situations to his advantage with
Unlike his brother he is known to be less
cruel, leaving the victim’s he drinks from alive. He is the first of the
siblings to approach Zeta Salvatore, knowing Damon’s hate of him would lure
Zeta into a curious back and forth relationship.
Richard ‘Dick’ Problemi:
The oldest Problemi is almost as feared as Klaus Mikaelson,
an old companion that Richard spent centuries with. Unlike his intelligent
brother, Richard uses his brutal strength to accomplish his goals, often
leaving towns decimated in his wake. He is despised by the vampire community due
to his violent blood thirsty nature, the reason the Problemi’s were outcast
when the Mikaelson’s regained power.
To avoid detection Richard often feeds of the victims
William drinks from, due to the urge to drain the victim, leaving fewer
victims. Richard is short tempered and cruel, rivalling ripper Stefan while remaining
in his rational mind-set.
Hi! Thank you for sending in this request. I hope I did it justice because I felt like halfway through writing it, I got sleepy and might have typed in nonsense but I managed to finish it. (Also I really love Barry Allen x Bat Aunt stuff which was why I had to finish writing this up before going to sleep!) and hopefully, you enjoy!
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you seen Barry?” The frown on your face becomes prominent when you spy that
your speedster of a husband is nowhere to be found. Iris shakes her head before
turning to look at Wally who shrugs his shoulders. You bite the inside of your
cheeks, thanking them before walking away to try and find Barry.
phone begins to ring just as you step outside. You feel relieved when you see
your brother’s name on the caller ID so you hurriedly pick up the phone. “Tell
me you know where Barry is, Bruce.” You chew on your lower lip – you have been
trying to find Barry at every single place you know he likes to visit but all
of that turned out empty and you really want to comfort your husband.
is quiet for a bit before he speaks. “That was not the reason why I called you –
Barry is at your apartment right now, not the current one but the old one.” You
knew which apartment Bruce is talking about – it is probably the first apartment
the two of you had shared together, before moving on to the current house the
both of you are staying at. You hailed a taxi and rapidly tell him the address.
“The reason why I called you is to tell you that he’s fine now – just got out
of surgery and the doctor told me he has been stabilized and will most likely
wake up when his body is finished recovering.” Bruce tells you and you nod your
head, letting out a huge sigh of relief.
like their father, your boys received some of his powers and are able to run as
fast as he can with a lot of training, not just from Barry but from the rest of
your family members too. More specifically, your youngest nephew – Damian. He
had taken charge of training your boys in to shape, to prepare them for what’s
the twins expressed their want and need to be their father’s side kicks, with a
heavy heart, you agreed to let them do as they please. So far, they have been
doing really well and even though you wished and hoped for that streak to
continue, like all good things, it must come to an end and sadly, that happened
on this mission Barry had brought them.
you, Bruce.” You murmur. You had not wanted to leave your eldest son earlier
but when your youngest son told you to ‘Go look for Dad’ – you knew you had to
go look for Barry before he slipped in to what you loved to call his down time.
Barry rarely ever has this ‘down time’ but when he does, it really hits him
hard and you are not a fan of seeing your family members getting hurt and Barry’s
down time always hurt you the most. “If he wakes up before I am there, tell him
I love him and that I will see him soon.”
hums. “Stay safe, Y/N – Dick and Jason are still looking in to how Barry and
the boys were found out. Damian’s currently with the youngest one now so take
your time, Y/N. I’ll man the fort.” Bruce tells you – he has grown to like
Barry as his brother-in-law even though initially he didn’t really think Barry
would be the perfect match for you at all.
didn’t quite know the full details of the mission just yet – you knew that
something went wrong the moment they got there (probably and most likely
ambushed) and your older twin got hurt really badly because he had been the one
to notice the planted bombs while Barry and your youngest son had escaped with
minor scratches here and there.
moment you reached your apartment, you throw a couple of bills at the taxi
driver. “Keep the change!” You shout over your shoulders as you rush up the
stairs and head towards your room. Just like what Bruce had informed you, Barry
is there. He is currently sitting on your bed, facing the window, his back
turned towards you.
any words, you simply walk over to where Barry is and wrap your arms around him
tightly. Barry stiffens at first before he slowly relaxes in your hold. You
bury your nose on his hair, pressing your lips atop his head multiple times.
The two of you stayed like that for what felt like the longest time before Barry
actually moves from his position.
turns around to pull you in his arms and you let him pull you in to his
embrace. You rub his back soothingly, straddling him awkwardly because of Barry’s
initial position as well as yours. Barry pulls away from you and stares at you.
“Why aren’t you mad at me, Y/N?” You frown at the self-deprecating tone and you
cup his cheek with the palm of your hand.
am not mad because we both know this was an accident and accidents happen.” You
tell him earnestly. Barry seems to want to say something but you shake your
head. “Stop blaming yourself, Barry.” You shake your head as you caress his
cheek. “I’d be lying if I said it doesn’t hurt me because it does and I am
filled with fear and worry all the time but I have had to go through this when
my brother and my nephews, nieces started doing this – I hate seeing my family
hurt and we will learn how to get through this together.”
stares at you for a while before he nods his head slowly. It’s a little bit
irrational – his fear – but it is a well-founded fear. Seeing his eldest son
getting hurt right in front of his eyes had been devastating and heartbreaking.
He couldn’t even move initially until his youngest son simply ran to him,
snapping him out of his stupor. Barry had to call in back-up while he rushed
his twins back to the tower where Bruce took over most things – Barry had a
hard time trying to get rid of the images in his head.
did I do to deserve you?” Barry turns his head to press a kiss on your palm and
you smile before leaning forward to press a kiss on his forehead and his lips.
on, let’s go.” You moved off of Barry and he follows after you. “Bruce called
me earlier and said he’s out of surgery already and would be waking up as soon
as his body recovers.” You inform Barry who simply nods his head. You wound
your arm around Barry, knocking your head lightly against his arm. “Stop
thinking about what’s happened already, Barry. Let’s go see our boy now.”
nods his head and presses his lips on your temple. He then picks you up causing
you to throw your arms around his neck. “Let’s go see our boys.” Barry corrects
you and you laugh before burying your face in his neck the moment Barry starts
to run back to the closest Zeta tube, intending to see his sons again.
would you mind making a short drabble for the lastest superboy imagine? it was super cute.
I can’t really write Connor as a dotter as I’ve come to learn lol But I hope this is okay?
* y/s/n= your superhero name
With one last explosion, the final droid was destroyed. You could hear Connor panting for breath and watched him push himself up off of the ground before he began scanning the area for you. “Y/s/n?”
“Over here.” You groaned as you tried your best not to move your leg. “I think my ankles broken.
His eyes grew full of concern as he dropped to his knees and inspected it. “Damn. Can you walk at all?”
You gave a nervous laugh. “I’m a little scared to try.”
“Yeah, it’s probably not a good idea.” Connor said more to himself as he stood up and leaned over to pick you up. “We’ve gotta get moving, those droids were just the welcome party, but obviously you can’t complete the mission now in your condition.”
“Well it’s just the two of us, what’s your plan?” You asked him as you winced. “Ow.”
“You’re not gonna like it.” He told you before he pressed on his earpiece. “Beta to Cave. Y/s/n has been wounded and can’t walk. I need an immediate evac.”
“Acknowledged. Evac time; two minutes. Get back to the zeta platform.” Mal’s voice came through both of your earpieces.
You groaned and went limp in Connor’s arms, resting your head on his shoulder. “This sucks.”
“Sorry, but it’s not like you’re going to be much use like this.” He said as he led you back the way you two had come.
“Gee thanks.” You mumbled.
“Plus you’re injured and I don’t want you to get hurt any more than you already are.” He finished, looking down at you with a smile.
You gave a smile of your own before you buried your face in his shirt to hide your blush. “Shut up.”
He chuckled and tightened his grip around you as he arrived at the edge of the cliff. “Alright, hang on. It’s a long way down.”
“Oh god.” You squeezed his wrist before he proceeded to jump.
You closed your eyes as your stomach began doing somersaults.
He landed on his feet and walked out of the crater he’d created. “There, that wasn’t so bad.”
“That’s better than any roller costar ride I will ever be on.” You giggled despite the sick feeling that was erupting from your stomach. You never were overly fond of heights.
The two of you arrived to the Zeta platform just as Mal and Blue Beetle were coming through.
Connor raised an eyebrow. “Back up?”
Blue Beetle nodded.
“Perfect.” He handed you over to Mal. “Make sure Y/s/n get’s that ankle looked at the second you get back to base.”
Mal nodded. “No worries.”
Connor looked at you. “I’ll be back soon.”
You smiled and waved at him. “Good luck.”
His smile was the last thing you saw before being carried back through the Zeta tube.
-Jules leaves Zeta after Nate raped her not able to deal with being around Kennedy, afraid of what would happen when she found out
-she moves to an apartment complex near the school
-Jules not able to afford to pay rent by herself puts an flyers up at the school to find a roommate
-Ophelia is lonely and is like “hey you need roommate to help pay rent im down”
-then they become roommates
-they argue about decorating (“it looks so …pink, why is it so girl and digusting” “its cute!!”), and if sour worms are an exceptable meal (which jules declares are not), and who gets the bigger bedroom (ophelia caves and gives it to jules)
-jules gets ophelia into a healthier living style and ophelia gives jules a sense of comfort of normalcy
-ophelia notices how not okay jules is and beings to do everything she can to help
-jules notices how sad ophelia is and tries to make her happy
-they become each others rock
-they tell each other their tragic backstories
-something more than friendship begins to form between them
-before anything happens tho, the truth comes out with kennedy
-disbelief at first and jules loses it
-her and ophelia get into a fight and jules packs a bag and leaves
-ophelia pissed goes off on kenedy
-kennedy finds jules and apologizes and they take down nate through the school
-jules moves back in with the zetas
-ophelia goes to the zeta house and knocks on jules’s window and confesses her love, and apologizes for upsetting her before
-they fall in love
By this point, I was purchasing DC’s remaining all-reprint titles semi-religiously. That included DC SUPER-STARS, which for this eighth issue once again revisited the concept of space heroes, as it had been doing in every even-numbered issue. This wasn’t a reaction to the still-in-the-future Star Wars, as one might expect. Ad truth be told, I was only lukewarm on most of these guys. But I was definitely comfortable with routine, so I picked this issue up when I came across it.
The opening Adam Strange story was my favorite bit of the issue, illustrated by FLASH artist Carmine Infantino. This particular story was inked by Sid Greene, who took over inking Carmine’s work right around the size of the original art was reduced, which gave Carmine, like many of his peers, difficulty adjusting to. Other people liked the Infantino-Greene combination, but I must honestly say that I didn’t really care for it. By the look of this story, however, the originals were done twice-up, and so Infantino’s sweeping vistas and wide-open spaces are in full effect.
The story opens with Adam and Alanna on Rann, out exploring as they were wont to do. In typical fashion, danger befell them, and Adam worked out that the cause was a nearby rock formation whose radiations were making their own thoughts and fears come to life. In any other issue, this would have been the entire story, but not this time. On cue, Adam’s zeta-beam radiation wears off, but rather than being pulled back to Earth he finds himself aboard a mysterious space-arc, brought there by the alluring Brittis who desires to mate with the champion of Rann. Before that can happen, though, the last of Adam’s zeta-beam goes, and he finds himself back on Earth and awaiting his next trip back to Rann and Alanna.
A few days later, Adam materializes on Rann to discover that Brittis has taken over the entire planet. But to Alanna’s surprise, Adam throws himself into the space-siren’s arms, bewitched by her beauty. Having previously witnessed Adam save Alanna from disaster, Brittis wants him to do the same for her, to prove his love is real, and so she arranges a test for him–and should he fail, both he and Rann will be destroyed. But this is Adam Strange, and he comes through with flying colors by using his keen eye and ingenuity. So keen is Adam’s eye that he’s worked out that Brittis needs her special belt-buckle to survive on Rann, and he seizes it, gaining the upper hand on the siren and turning the tables on her, And in the aftermath, Adam and Alanna get engaged. As my first encounter with Adam had been in the story where he and Alanna had wed, it was kind of fun to witness this moment.
The second story in the issue was a reprint of the very first Space Ranger story. Both he and Adam Strange were originated at the same time, as the result of an editorial meeting at which DC’s editors were tasked with coming up with a pair of space heroes to capitalize on the sudden interest in space in the aftermath of the Sputnik launch: one set in the present, the other in the future. Space Ranger was the future here, and he debuted first, in the three issues of SHOWCASE immediately preceding Adam’s. But Space Ranger was a pretty thin character, very typical of DC’s output in that era, aimed at a very young audience. So he didn’t do a whole lot for me.
Space Ranger was really Rick Starr, son of millionaire Thaddeus Starr. Unbeknownst to the Old Man, Rick kept a secret base in a hollowed-out asteroid, known only to himself, his secretary Myra and his friend the shape-changing alien Cryll. From there, he was a futuristic Batman, solving outer space crimes and crossing laser guns with space pirates and the like. It was formulaic stuff, competently but unexcitingly rendered by workman Bob Brown. For some reason, nobody connected Space Ranger with Rick Starr despite the fact that Space Ranger’s helmet was transparent. Go figure.
The final story was another outing for the Star Rovers, a very clever series despite the fact that absolutely every story in it is exactly the same. The Rovers were Rick Purvis (another Rick–it will be a really popular name in the future, apparently), Karen Sorensen and Homer Glint, a trio of rival adventurers who would compete with one another to perform intergalactic feats, and whose accomplishments would wind up turning out to be the result of something one of the others did. Sid Greene handled all of the artwork on this series, and the fact that it was whimsical material served him better.
In this story’s twist on the formula, the three Star Rovers are individually summoned to get medals for their latest feats–feats they have no knowledge of. They recount their recent adventurers to one another, in which they had each been inspired by the skills of one of the others, and learn that something they did incidentally along the way amounted to an act of highest heroism. In the finale, the three Rovers exchange medals with one another, so that each deed’s inspiration got the credit for the success.
Anyway so I was thinking about whether Artemis could reasonably return to her life as Artemis Crock after faking her death so I did some research
And the answer seems like…no. To begin with, I am assuming Artemis had a genuine death certificate because
No death certificate would’ve been suspicious AF to the Light.
Pretty sure funeral homes and cemeteries need a death certificate for burials.
Paula and Jade genuinely thought Artemis was dead and thus would do as a deceased person’s family does–file death certificates, claim life insurance (if she had any), distribute her assets, etc.
Now, I know that a person can be declared presumed dead because they went missing. And for situations like that the court takes legal precautions incase the person is actually alive. But, Artemis hadn’t been missing long enough to pull that off. Someone would have to be missing for YEARS before you could claim their death.
So what does this mean for Artemis? If she just shows up alive again she’ll be investigated by the FBI or some other government agency for sure. She could just live off the grid, but that also means no Stanford, no ID, no credit cards, no bank account, no social security #, hell you wouldn’t even be able to log into your email account w/o risking detection.
Really, I think Artemis is left with two options: live full time as Tigress, probably moving into some League facility like the Watch Tower, or create a whole new identity. Neither are great options :/ but at least if she moved to the Watch Tower she could take Brucely and??? just the thought of Artemis zeta-ing back from a mission and Brucely running up entire body wagging to greet her? Pure.