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xan-izme · 9 months

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Double Life (ATSV x Reader x Batfam)

Part 2

Summary: Reader has been spider woman for two years. Also working in the Spider Society for five months now. After reader suffers a canon event and losses trust in Miguel, reader has to leave New York and live in Gotham where her biological father resides.

You were in pain, holding a bus with over 26 passengers in it with one web and your mother hanging from a fall that could end terribly.

Spider woman was trying to save both the passengers and preventing the woman from falling. But that woman was your mother, she knew of your true identity, she helped you become spider woman. And like any mother, she can see right through you.

Your mother sees that you can't do this. So, she made the hard choice for you.

And cut herself off from your web so you could save the multiple lives on that bus.

You watched the cars pass by, fiddling with the jewelry on your wrist. After finding out that Miguel had knew all along of your canon events. He knew and never told you.

You quit the Spider society and had to leave New York to live with your biological father, a man who didn't know of your existence till recently. And it was none other than Bruce Wayne himself.

You wish you were able to stay with your uncle or your aunt. But it was against the law, it couldn't be helped. Your uncle promised he would take care of New York for you.

Spider-Woman was now out of the picture.

"Miss Y/n, we are here." A man named Alfred, was the one who spoke. He was the butler of the family. You gave him a nod and got out of the limo and went to the back of the truck.

"it's alright, I can carry them." You were able to grab your bags before Alfred could. It was just your backpack.

The mansion was big. It looked like a damn museum to you. You were hesitant to walk up the stairs to the door. Feeling a little nervous, your meeting people you aren't familiar with yet. On top of that, you're still trying to get used to the weather.

You adjusted your bag and walked up the stairs.

You were planning in your head how to playthings out. You did some background checks on the Waynes. Bruce Wayne adopted multiple boys; none took his last name. One boy who was of 12-13 years of age was blood related the Bruce, taken in by Bruce not too long ago.

You doubt you'll meet Bruce soon, due to his image as a busy playboy. So, you assume he isn't home at the moment, it's the weekend so the youngest by, Damian should be home, unless he is doing some extra activities.

Once you got into the manor, Alfred led you upstairs to a room that was now yours. All of your boxes were already in. You walked around the room, observing the place to try and get familiar with it.

"Master Bruce would like to see you down in his office in an hour." Alfred explained. You paused and looked to the elderly man.

"Oh, he's here?" That was a shock to you. You thought he would be out of town, guess not. "Yes." Alfred bluntly replied and continued to explain the some of the family members would arrive for dinner to meet you.

You gave him a forced smile and turned away so you could frown. Because you were so ready to be alone for the day, just for you to have to meet the whole damn family. Alfred left you to unpack.

You started to the boxes from the floor. Nothing was loose, you checked under the bed, the same thing. Causing you to move to the bathroom. You were actually stoked you had your own bathroom, more privacy.

You searched for any lose tiles, you opened the mirror cabinet. You could make a stash from the behind of the inside.

After an hour had passed, you left the room and slowly made your way downstairs. Taking in the paintings on the wall, the smells. You could feel your Spidey senses going off just a little bit. It wasn't too alarming; the feeling was just a bit faint.

You convinced yourself that you have gotten a little too paranoid. After everything that happened, you needed to get used to this new life.

"Hello? Mr. Wayne?" You spoke as you entered the room, knocking on the door frame, just in case he couldn't hear you loud enough.

Bruce was quick to stand from his couch and approached you with a smile. "Y/n, it's great to finally meet you." You held your hand out, he stared down at it for a quick second and shook your hand firmly.

"Same here sir." You smiled back at him. Bruce chuckled "You don't have to be so formal with me, Bruce is perfectly fine." You gave out a low, nervous laugh and nodded. Bruce led you to the couches, Alfred left the room to get you and Bruce some refreshments.

"I saw your academic scores from your last school. You went to a privet school in Brooklyn, yes? Top in all classes. Very impressive." Bruce was striking up some small conversation. You nod and wait till it was time for you to talk.

Alfred came in and gave you and Bruce your drinks. You took in the smell of the coffee you were given. You took a sip and continued to listen to Bruce. "There is a privet school where my youngest son attends, Damian. Once everything is sorted out, that is where you will be attending school."

"You mean West-Reeve? I-I assumed that school was for middle schoolers?" You questioned. "West-Reeve contains grades 6-12. Was there another school you had in mind?"

Bruce was hopping you would say no. He needs to keep a close eye on you. You're just a normal citizen who needs to be protected if anything to his vigilante life gets entangled with you in any way. So, putting you in the same school as Damian who would have eyes on you inside the school.

You had taken a moment to think about it. You didn't want to be in the same school as Damian. No hate to the kid, you just didn't want to see any of the other Wayne members elsewhere then in the manor. But you didn't want to push it, you are grateful enough Bruce as come to see you and talk to you in person to try and get you conferrable with your new living conditions.

"No sir, thank you."

Bruce sweat dropped at you still addressing him as 'sir'.

The two of you spoke a little longer before you left to head back to your room. Once you got there, the door was open. You frown, not remembering it being left open.

You then see a boy standing in the middle of your room. You realized who it was. "Damian, right?" The boy snaped out of his train of thought once he heard your voice.

You tilt your head when he gave you no response and just stared at you. You walked up to him and held out your hand. He shook your hand, squeezing it a little too tight for comfort.

"I'm Y/n."

"I know that." The boys' blunt words made you feel awkward. You cleared your throat and removed your hand from his.

"How come I couldn't hear your footsteps?"

'Okay, wired question.' you thought to yourself.

"I've been told I'm light on my feet. I-is there something you needed?" You just wanted to be left alone. You can already tell by this boy's snarky attitude, that he will be a pain.

Damian huffed and turned away. Telling you to enjoy your stay. Which made it sound like you were just a temporary guest. You wished that were the case. But reality is cruel, and you will be staying in this manor for a few years.

Dinner time was okay. You had to put on a facade that didn't look too sad. But didn't look so happy, you had to keep emotions in cheek. you only met Tim Drake and Dick Grayson. Dick was nice, he asked you a lot of questions, what genre of music you liked, what school subject you were more interested and your life in New York.

"Me and my cousin are really into science. He's more into Physics while I was more into Geology. We used to do debates on which Major would be more fun."

Bruce and Dick chuckle at that. You were smart, you had to address that. You needed them to know you wouldn't be a problem when it comes to academics. The manners you have been showing are to let them know you'll behave and not be a problem in home life.

You were able to speak to Damian a little more. He didn't seem that stuck up anymore. Dinner went smoothly. You bid everyone goodnight and head to bed.

Dick, Tim and Damian were in the bat cave. Bruce and Damian were ready to head out to patrol, but Bruce wanted to discuss more about you.

"She's a smart one. Can give her that." Tim was on the computers, pulling up everything he can find on you. Social media, school records, anything he could find.

"She and that cousin she brought up, were on the newspapers in Brooklyne a few years back for inventing a machine that could enter over 60 meters underwater and give out a wi-fi signal from 20 miles away- okay. Now that's impressive!"

Damian rolled his eyes, unimpressed. "Does she have any criminal records? Misbehaver in school maybe?"

Tim deadpans at those words. "Come on Damian, she seems harmless. A normal citizen." Dick spoke, letting out a chuckle.

"Well, she's a clean slate. And only had detention for being late to a few classes." Tim sighed and leaned back in his chair. Damian didn't know why, but he felt off about this new sister of his.

Bruce entered the bat cave and started to talk. He wanted the boys to make sure to make you feel welcomed. Damian has to keep an eye on her here and there at school. If she decides to join a club, then Damian will stay behind to be with her.

Of course, the young boy disliked this a lot. But he had no choice. Not like you had much of a choice either.

#atsv x reader #gwen spiderverse #miguel o'hara #miles morales #batman #batfam x reader #batfam x batsis #bruce wayne #damian wayne #hobie brown #bruce wayne x daughter!reader

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thesuperiorrobin · 1 year

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“Don’t say a word about this”

❥ pairing: Damian Wayne x Fem!Reader

FT: ALFRED PENNYWORTH!!!!

❥ word count: 883

❥ Summary: Pennyworth has to keep yet another secret

❥warning: nothing.

Alfred has seen his far share of everything. And he has to keep a lot of secrets from everyone. That includes Bruce and the others sometimes. Whether is one of the boys paying him extra to keep his mouth shut because they either broke something or did something they weren’t supposed to or something simply like keeping the identities of hero’s a secret from the world. But this one was a big secret. Not as big as hiding the identity of heroes and all. Pennyworth watched Damian grow up for the most part of his life. And now Damian bloomed into a spitting image of his father, Bruce Wayne. He doesn’t really expect much when it comes to Damian. He’s not like his other brothers. Damian likes to keep to himself and all so it was a shock when He had asked Pennyworth for a huge favor.

“To what I owe the pleasure to Master Damian?” He had asked. Not once taking a glance at the younger Wayne as he washes the dishes left over from lunch that day.

“I need a favor Pennyworth” Damian seems to hesitate a little. He clears his throat as he continues “I need your assistance in taking me to the art museum down east of the city” Damian waits for an answer as Alfred finishes drying the last plate before he turns to look at him.

“Oh? I suppose but wouldn’t it be much easier if you drove there?” Damian frowns

“I would. But my father would disapprove. Like last time when he found out I drove the Batmobile and he grounded me from going on patrol for two weeks. I’m sure he’ll be much more harsher this time if he found out I drove there with a civilian”

“A civilian?”Damian hesitates once more before he says

“ it’s more of a—date as people my age would call it”

“A date?”

“Yes, a date Pennyworth” Damian hisses. Alfred became amused by this. But he didn’t show it.

“Alright Master Damian all accompany you and your date—by taking you two to the museum”

Damian sighs out “thank you pennyworth. This is very much appreciated”

“Just doing my job master Damian”

Now Alfred is in the driver's seat of the limo with Damian in the back. He’s parked outside of your home. Unaware to him that Damian is a nervous wreck. Alfred waits a few minutes—his eyes boring into the streets ahead of him. Until he hears the door to the limo open and shut. The old man turns his head to his right and he sees Damian walking up the stairs of the house he had stopped at. He can see Damian mess around with the buttons of his coat a little before he straightens himself up and knocks on the door.

Moments later Alfred sees a young girl about the same age as Damian. He’s seen you before when he’s outside Gotham academy picking Damian up. Every time he always spots the two of your together. But he didn’t think much of it—maybe if was a facade Damian was putting up like he always does. But this—this wasn’t a facade. Alfred can’t believe that Damian is going on a date!

He watches as you two share a quick laugh before Damian drags you down by his side and takes you to the vehicle. Damian—being the gentleman that he is—opens the door for you and moves aside for you to enter first. Once your seated he goes in second and he slams the door shut. Alfred watches everything for the rear-view mirror.

It’s silent the whole drive to the art museum. The only thing that could be heard are small murmurs and laughters coming from the both of you and the vehicles engine. Once in a while Alfred would glance at the rear-view mirror and glance at the two of you—smiling like two love sick fools. He trust that you two are two love sick fools. And to think Damian was related to the billionaire playboy Bruce Wayne by blood. Once Alfred reaches the destination he stops the car and parks it in front of the museum.

Damian gets our first without saying a word opening the door for you.

“Thank you so much for the ride Mr.pennyworth” you say as you smile.

“It’s not a problem. I’m just simply doing my job Miss..”

“Oh it’s Y/N L/N sir!”

“Please just call me Mr. Alfred, Miss. L/N. No need for the Sir title. It makes me feel older than I already am Image” He can hear you laugh

“then you can just call me Y/N "

"Alright right Miss.Y/n” You get out of the car shortly after that as Damian helps you and closes the door shut behind you. Damian goes up the the drivers side. With Alfred’s window already down. Damian leans down.

“Don’t say a word about this to anyone”

“Wouldn’t dream of it master Damian” Alfred responded coldly. He can hear Damian whine a liter and he glanced up at him. Watching him run the back of his neck as you stand there beside him

“Be nice” you scold.

Oh Alfred is definitely going to like you if you stay long enough.

#damian al ghul #damian wayne #damian wayne x reader #batfamily #batman x fem!reader #robin x reader #batfamily x reader #damian x reader #damian al ghul x reader #damian scenarios #damian wayne headcanon #damian wayne x you

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glitterp0prhaps0dy · 1 month

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Heartbreak part 2

WARNING: I DID NOT PROOF READ THIS, IF THERES ANY SPELLING MISTAKES OR GRAMMER MISTAKES JUST IGNORE IT I WROTE HALF OF IT DURING SCHOOL.

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John Dory burst from Branch's bunker, a whirl of emotions etched on the faces of those left inside. Floyd's expression was tinged with worry, Bruce wore a mask of confusion, and Clay seemed nothing short of irritated. Branch broke the tense silence with a blunt, "What the actual fuck just happened?

Seated on a beanbag, Floyd shifted, glancing at his brothers. "He looked like he was on the verge of a panic attack, not at all himself," he said, his concern palpable as he exchanged a meaningful look with Bruce. "I'm going to check on him. We can't let him wander off when he's this upset," Floyd declared.

Floyd grasped his wooden cane and painstakingly rose from the beanbag. He made his way to the bunker's elevator, pulled the lever, and ascended, leaving the bunker.

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John Dory burst through Rhonda's door, slamming it shut as he collapsed to the floor, his breaths coming in heavy gasps and sweat beading his forehead.

Gathering his strength, he pulled himself up using the countertop for support and staggered toward the loft. Once there, he climbed into his bed and reached under his pillow for something concealed there—a blue plushie. This wasn't just any toy; it was a Flopper Hopper, distinguished by its large green button eyes and long, fuzzy ears, though one ear was notably damaged, missing its latter half.

Clutching the plushie tightly, John curled into a fetal position and began to cry, his tears soaking into the soft fabric of the doll.

John's eyes wandered upwards, resting on the tapestry of memories plastered across his ceiling. Among the snapshots capturing his wild escapades on the Neverglade trail, one photo held his gaze longer than the others. It wasn't just any picture—it was a heartfelt reminder of a different kind of adventure.

Centered amidst the chaos of his thrilling journey memories, this particular photo was more personal, more intimate. It featured a woman with hair that flowed like a cascade of deep, reddish-pink sunset, her skin aglow with a yellow sparkle that seemed to light up the room. Cradled in her arms was a baby, a tiny mirror of her luminosity but with hair the color of the deepest sea green, tinged with teal.

This picture, unlike the others, spoke of a journey not across wild landscapes but through the

realms of love and connection. The striking visual contrast between the woman and the baby, with their shared glittery skin and uniquely colored hair, painted a vivid image of familial bonds and the beauty of heritage. It was a precious, frozen moment that John cherished, a beacon of warmth and love amidst his adventurous exploits.

This photo was John's sole keepsake of them together, the singular testament to their intertwined lives. Clutching the child's doll, he felt the weight of memories it carried. Beneath his glove, hidden from the world, lay his ring—a silent vow, a whisper of a life once promised. These items were more than mere objects; they were the guardians of his regrets, the symbols of the heartbreaking truth that he would never see them again.

As tears streamed down his face, soaking into the fabric of the doll, John's whispered apologies filled the quiet of the room. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I couldn't protect you, I failed you both," he repeated, his voice a broken melody of sorrow and guilt. Each word was a testament to his pain, a sorrowful lullaby that spoke of loss, love, and the unbearable weight of his remorse.

The persistent knocking at the door seemed to dissolve into the void of John Dory's grief, his ears deaf to anything beyond the echoes of his own sorrow. When Floyd received no response, driven by concern and impatience, he decided to take matters into his own hands. With a determined push, the door swung open, and he entered the armadillo bus, his presence unannounced

Navigating the stairs proved a challenge, his cane a necessary but cumbersome companion that made the ascent more difficult than usual. However, Floyd's resolve was unwavering. As he entered, he paused, scanning the space with a keen eye. It didn't take long for the muffled sounds of John's despair to guide him towards the loft.

Spotting John, Floyd hastened his pace, an urgency fueled by concern propelling him forward. The ladder to the loft posed another hurdle, but Floyd navigated it with a clumsy determination, mindful of the limited space. John's form occupied most of the loft, leaving Floyd to awkwardly balance on the ladder, his presence now impossible to ignore.

Floyd's heart ached as he witnessed the depth of John's sorrow. With every fiber of his being urging him to offer some solace, he carefully navigated the tight space of the loft, settling near John yet ensuring he respected his need for personal space. In the dim light, Floyd's presence was a silent beacon of empathy and understanding.

"John," Floyd's voice was a soft murmur, a gentle breeze in the stifling air of grief. "I'm here for you." His words floated in the space between them, an offer of support, laden with unspoken promises of companionship through the storm of sorrow.

The loft was cramped, but at that moment, it felt like the entire world had narrowed down to this intimate setting of raw emotions. Floyd, sensitive to John's need for space yet eager to offer comfort, extended a tentative hand but paused, letting it hover in the air for a moment. He wanted to bridge the gap between them, to offer a touch that said everything words could not, but he also understood the sanctity of personal grief. He waited, allowing John to dictate the terms of their interaction.

As the silence stretched on, Floyd remained a steadfast presence, his heart silently breaking for his brother. "If you need anything—a glass of water, or someone to just sit with you—I'm here," he offered softly, his words laced with the warmth of genuine concern.

And so, Floyd waited, a quiet guardian in the night, ready to provide comfort or companionship, to listen or to share the silence. In the loft that night, amidst tears and whispered apologies, the foundation of their friendship deepened, grounded in the understanding that sometimes, just being present is the most profound support one can offer.

John continued to sob into the plushie, his emotions spilling over. Slowly, he rolled over to face Floyd, revealing eyes swollen and red from crying, with tear tracks marking his cheeks. As their gazes met, a fresh wave of tears surged, amplifying John's cries in a heart-wrenching crescendo of grief.

Floyd, moved by the sight of his brother's pain, reached out to pat John on the back, his expression etched with concern. "I couldn't save them. I couldn't protect them. I'm so sorry... I'm so, so sorry," John's voice broke with each word, a confession of his deepest regret.

Floyd, initially puzzled by John's words, followed his gaze to the collage of photos adorning the ceiling above the loft. His eyes settled on the photograph of the woman and the baby, a realization dawning on him. With a heavy heart, he whispered, "Oh... John, I'm so sorry," now understanding the depth of John's loss and the source of his profound sorrow.

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i hope you guys like it :D i have alot of ideas for this au! feel free to give feedback or ask questions

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atomicc · 2 months

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It's that time again for assorted scraps of whatever 🎉 ID in alt and under cut

ID: A digital sketch comic of John Dory and Floyd from DreamWorks Trolls. First panel has John looking away while saying, "Yeah you can stay with me for awhile! I've got a pull out bed." Floyd absently responds in a singsong way, "Five nights and John Dorys." Second panel has John looking at Floyd and says, "What?" Floyd responds with, "Huh nothing."

Next image. A digital sketch of Viva, Poppy and Clay. It is from the perspective of Viva, looking into a mirror. The reflection shows her dying stripes onto some hair to make a raccoon tail. Clay is sitting to her left, and Poppy to her right. Poppy is reading a magazine. There is various stickers on the mirrors surface, and hair dye materials on the counter.

Next image. A digital colored drawing of Branch and his brothers as children. John is holding Branch in his arms, with a worried expression. Bruce is playing with Branch, who is laughing. Below them is Clay ,who is laying on his stomach while reading a magazine, and Floyd, who is painting his nails.

Next image. A digital sketch comic of Bruce, Clay and John as children. Bruce is holding a single strand of lime green hair up to his face while studying it. He turns to Clay and says "I mean yeah it's definitely green." Clay winces and hisses saying "Don't tell John." Bruce says "...Why?". Clay holds his hands up, and says "Are you kidding me he'll flip! We can't both be the green one!". Bruce looks mischievously at Clay and says "Hey remember how you didn't help me clean yesterday.". The two run into a room where John Dory is asleep with his dead on a desk, writing songs. Bruce is yelling John's name, with Clay chasing him yelling no. John wakes up and says "What.". Bruce holds the hair up to John's face, and says "Look at this hair from Clay, look how green it is!" while John sniffs and scratches his face. After looking at it, John gives Bruce an unamused look. Bruce, embarrassed, responds "Wh- You, you can't both be the green one!". John looks confused, and says "Clay is yellow...". Bruce seems upset and says "Yeah but what if his hair grows in green?". John says "His... It's yellow?". Bruce says "Bro!". In the background Clay is laughing with his hands up in the air and says "He's too stupid to understand!". John says "Can you guys like, go away?". /end ID

#Trolls band together #Brozone #Viva trolls #Poppy trolls #I'm so sleepy the ID was hell to do because I'm typing like garbage rn #My art #Us #🚧#✌️#😈

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odysseussolar · 1 month

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There was a post of someone saying “i don’t know why everyone hates john dory so much” and I was like people hate him? Why? Then I thought about it and a pounding feeling of frustration beat through my chest. [I’m ranting about it, this is full on just talking and my OPINION.]

I don’t hate him, but a small part of me will always dislike him. I’m the eldest with 5 little siblings, I understand responsibility and just wanting everything to be perfect, I get that, I do. He’s very complex, but the reason I don’t like him is because he was the downfall for the entire group and not once did he ever apologize. He just expected things to go back, he never apologized to Branch, actually he didn’t apologize to any of his brothers. No one did, but everyone else knew why they left and that was because of John Dory. He didn’t apologize to anyone, everyone else was actually pretty cool with one another.

Even after John Dory found out all the other brothers left the same night he did, he still did nothing to apologize. His actions caused a reaction from everyone and led to how Branch was.

I relate to leaving my younger siblings. Unfortunately I am John Dorys mirror image. On the other hand though, I couldn’t ever imagine turning up after so long (even if it was an emergency) and just expecting everything to be okay, acting like I’m the boss of them. Rushing them, pulling them from their family, having a lack of respect for the people you really didn’t get to watch grow. A lack of respect for the people who told you how you were disrespecting them and then you walked out.

They all could’ve handled it differently, so differently that Branch never would’ve had to be gray. They didn’t though.

John Dory still did not take into account any of their feelings, none of their feelings as they were going to save Floyd. He didn’t respect Clay and how he changed, he didn’t respect Bruce’s name change and the fact he was a father, he told Branch they would all split off again knowing good and damn well Branch barely had them growing up, barely.

Not a single apology in sight, in ear shot.

Don’t get me wrong, I adore all of the BroZone members. I love the fanart, I love the songs, I love the stories, I’m writing stuff about it too. I love their characters. No matter how much I adore John Dory, how complex he is, a part of me will always remember he never apologized for everything he said and everything he did.

And if the creators of Trolls weren’t cowards and delved deeper into Branch’s feelings, I’m very sure that Branch will always remember a lack of apology as well no matter how much he and his brothers bonded.

Edit: Read it fucking clearly when I say “none of them apologized but this is why i don’t like JD” i could make a tangent about all of them but this is about JD. So shut the fuck up.

#trolls #trollstopia #john dory #trolls john dory #john dory trolls #dreamworks #dreamworks trolls #trolls band together #band together #brozone #john dory brozone #brozone john dory

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dairy-farmer · 25 days

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Okay but >.> Body Swaps happen ALL the time in Heroics? Sure, sometimes it's brief. Only a fight. Maybe a day.

But SOMETIMES? You're looking at a couple days to a few weeks.

Eventually you gotta take a shower.

Gotta be naked, in that nubile young hotness. Perky, barely there Tim tits. Sensitive and eye-catching pink bits. Gotta take care of that body! It's not yours! Keep it nice a clean.

And you KNOW, Bruce copes with his shit mental health with sex. Either other people or his hand. Better then drinking or drugs! But it's a mental addiction. And this is NOT his body.

Doesn't even HAVE a cock.

But he's a "playboy". He can make do. It's not like he's going to take it "too far". He's not even attracted to Tim. Just in his body. Has NEEDS.

But... well...

Those glimpses of Tim in the mirror? Start getting to him. Fresh from the shower, pink and dripping. He's painfully aware of the sounds he's making. Breathy little pleasured noises. Tim's voice. The wet slick of his fingers rubbing and teasing.

His brain keeps betraying him. Visualizing what it must look like, what he's doing to "himself". Telling him to watch.

Eventually he does. Uses a mirror.

By the time they've switched back, his resolve had crumbled. He'd worked hot little fingers inside himself. Just to watch them disappear. Burned the image of that pink little hole in his memory. What he'd done to it.

And? Because it keeps happening? Maybe more Bat's can't help themselves. Maybe it's just Bruce.

But somebody spends hours, playing out fantasies just for themselves. Teasing Tim's body. Desperately riding fake cocks for the camera. Saying all the things they want to hear. Almost giddy as they make themselves feel good.

Fleshlight molds secretly sent off for custom work. So they can FEEL it when they get their dick back. For while they watch the tapes they make.

And of course, Tim? Would NEVER immediately explore ever inch of Batman's body. Jerk off his first Real Cock like he's trying to milk himself dry. Make dildo molds and tapes of his own.

Perish the thought! He is NOTHING if not respectful!

(Perverts your honor, they're all perverts. We love them for it)

-🐼🐼🐼

tim and bruce being the exact same level of pervert as each other 😭😭😩😩😩!!!

#answered asks #asks #anonymous

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vilevenom · 1 month

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Hello hello! Thank you for your prompt @bitterbunny07!

Alright, I am going to preempt this once again by stating that I do not head canon the trolls as actually caring about gender or gender presentation.

However, I am always happy to fill prompts with these sort of requests.

This...got away from me. A lot.

It is a whole lot longer, a touch more angsty, and more of an overall coming out story for JD than just supportive brother fluff. Sorry ^^; I hope you enjoy it anyway!

P.S - I had a hard time figuring out a good spot in the canon timeline for this, so it starts pre-brozone, and finishes post band together.

P.P.S-There is a name and pronoun shift for John Dory like, a third of the way through this, so hopefully it's not confusing!

John Dory spun slightly back and forth in front of the mirror, the skirt he had pulled from his mother's closet swaying delicately around his legs. He smiled mildly at the reflection of the skirt as it swirled around his legs, enjoying the sensation of the folds brushing against his fur. He did not, however, dare bring his eyes up past his waist line, as the open vest he wore somewhat ruined the image he would prefer to be looking at.

"JD?"

John jumped, scrambling to try and find something, /anything/ to hide the skirt around his waist. He managed to grab the blanket from the end of his parents bed, draping it around his shoulders like a cape and cowering slightly below it to hide, just as Spruce walked through the door.

"Hey, JD, Mom said…" Spruce trailed off at finding his brother half hidden under a blanket, his shoulders hunched and a slight look of panic on his face. "Uh…what's up?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"N-nothing," John stuttered out, cowering back as Spruce stalked forward. An eleven year old should not be so intimidating.

"What're you hiding?" Spruce hissed, grabbing for the blanket as John turned to try and flee around the corner of his parents bed. He failed in his attempt, letting out a sound of distress as Spruce yanked the blanket away. John kept his shoulders hunched and his back to his brother as he heard Bruce make a noise of surprise behind him.

"Is that one of mom's skirts?"

"So what if it is?" John growled defensively, wrapping his arms around himself. There was a long moment of silence after that, which made John nervous. He slowly turned his head to find Spruce with a look of consideration on his face.

"You know, Mom is gonna be mad if you do anything to that skirt. I think it's one of her favorites," Spruce stated finally, planting his hands on his hips.

"You don't…find it weird?" John asked haltingly, fully turning towards his younger brother.

Spruce shrugged. "If that's what you want to wear, why should I care? As long as you don't get me in trouble with you for stealing mom's clothes."

John let out a relieved breath, a half smile forming on his face. "Thank you, Spruce. But, just to be safe, promise you won't tell anyone else? This is, well…it's kind of embarrassing, y'know?"

Spruce scrunched up his nose slightly, tilting his head in confusion. "Why would it be embarrassing? It's just clothes."

John chuckled dryly, folding the blanket back up and setting it back on the bed where it had been. "You'll understand when you're older."

"You're only two years older than me, John Dory," Spruce snipped, crossing his arms, "Tell me."

John rolled his eyes as he slipped the skirt off and replaced it in the closet, before pulling his shorts back on. "Because some trolls find it weird when boy trolls wear girl clothes. And vise versa. I'm a boy, I shouldn't like girls clothes."

"That's dumb," Spruce snorted with a wave of his hand, "Clothes are just scraps of fabric we put on our bodies to decorate them. Why does it matter if the bottoms are a solid piece of fabric, or have legs sewn into them?"

John stared at his younger brother for a long moment before letting out a snort of laughter. "That is way too grown up of a sentence to have come out of your mouth."

"It's true, and you know it."

"I'm not arguing that," John held his hands up in surrender, "I'm just surprised."

"Yeah, well. Mom said you have to come help with dinner."

John scowled at himself in the mirror. He had picked the outfits for BroZone out himself, but that didn't mean he enjoyed wearing them. The stupid white shorts felt constricting, and the puffer vest made him sweat in all the wrong places. But it gave them an image. The perfect image.

"Hey, John, we've got another five before we need to head to the studio," Spruce's voice filtered in through the door just before his brother walked through it. He paused at seeing the grumpy look on John Dory's face, letting out a breath. He knew that look, and he knew it well. "Remember, you picked these stupid getups."

John groaned, tossing his head back. "I know," he grumped, turning to face Spruce with a scowl, "It is a decision I regret every day."

Spruce chuckled, shutting his brothers bedroom door behind himself. He, so far, was the only one of the five brothers who knew about John's predilection towards girls clothes. "We can always stop, you know. We can stop, and you can wear whatever you want, and we can just be normal."

"Not being normal keeps us safe," John growled, grabbing his goggles from his bed and putting them on. "Being the perfect boy band makes sure we keep everyone else in the tree happy, and /us/ off the trollstice menu. Remember, a happy troll-"

"-is a tasty troll. Yeah, hard to forget that little bit of rhetoric," Spruce grumbled, folding his arms over his chest and leaning back against the door.

"Exactly. So we all need to match. We all need to be boys, and-" John began, stopping short as Spruce suddenly stood straight up and took a step towards him.

"What do you mean 'we all need to be boys? John?"

John let his shoulders slump, groaning at how damnably perceptive his brother was. He knew he couldn't lie to Spruce. He'd just pester him until he finally caved. "I…I may not always feel like a boy? Well, almost never, actually. I hate wearing pants, and my voice is too low, and I don't-" he choked on his words, glancing up at Spruce who nodded encouragingly at him, "I don't like the name John."

"Oh," Spruce breathed, surprise blatant on his face. "Well…what would you prefer to be called, then?"

John shrugged, scratching absently at his cheek. "I don't know. Something similar to my name, so it's not hard for people to remember? Or switch. Not that that'll ever happen."

"Hey, now. We won't be a boy band forever."

"We'll be a boy band as long as it keeps us safe," John hissed, frowning at Spruce, "I can live with the discomfort if it keeps us /alive/."

Spruce let out a breath, his shoulders slumping. They were silent for a moment, before he tentatively said, "What about Jane?"

"Jane?"

"Yeah, as your new name. Jane Dory. It sounds kinda cute."

A slow smile curled John's lips, before she gave a little nod. "I like it. But, let's just keep it between us for now, yeah?"

"Of course. Now, we've gotta go or we're going to be late."

Jane had been so excited to find her brothers. She'd expected Branch to give her the cold shoulder, since he'd barely been over the age of four when she left. Clay and her had never really gotten on very well, so that was also somewhat expected. But Spruce? They may have parted on poor terms, but she'd thought at least he would've understood the pressure she'd been under. The reason she finally had to leave the tree. It was especially hurtful when he'd stated his preferred name of "Bruce", and then proceeded to called her "John".

Though, if she gave it a moment of thought, she supposed she never did tell him it was okay to call her that outside closed doors. And she was wearing her traveling clothes of a vest and shorts. She supposed that wasn't really very traditionally feminine. Perhaps, when everything was said and done, she could talk to her brothers about her preferred pronouns and name. After all, everyone she'd met after BroZone knew her as Jane. So should her brothers.

So, it came as a bit of a shock when, after they'd rescued Floyd and they were on their way back to Pop Village in Rhonda, that her second youngest brother had pulled her into a hug and said, "I'm so glad you came back, Jane."

"I couldn't leave you," she'd quickly said first, hugging her brother back as tightly as she dared in his delicate state. "But, uhm…did you just call me Jane?"

Floyd pulled back from the hug, looking a little sheepish. "Oh. Did you change your name again? Sorry. The last time I saw you, that's what you preferred, so I assumed…"

"No, no," Jane shook her head, rubbing Floyd's arm in what she hoped was a comforting gesture, "It's just…I never told you that. How did you know? I thought only Sp-Bruce knew."

"I mean, technically," Floyd said with a light laugh, "But I overheard you two, once. I've just kept it in the back of my mind since then. Is it still your preferred name?"

Jane smiled warmly at her brother, giving a little nod. "Yeah. Jane Dory, so you can still call me JD."

"John Dory!" Clay's voice made the two on the couch jump, Jane hurrying to look to her middle brother, even as Floyd frowned in concern.

"Yeah? What is it, Clay?"

"Viva wanted to know if you can give us a ride back to the golf course after we drop everyone else at Pop Village. She wants to get back so she can start prepping the putt putt trolls to reintegrate into troll society," Clay said, popping his hip and crossing his arms, looking like he expected to have to fight with Jane about a ride.

"Yeah, sure. I can do that," Jane said with a small nod, earning a mild look of surprise from Clay. "Rhonda will need a little bit of a rest after all this, though. Do you mind if we head there after a day or so?"

Clay sniffed, turning his head to glance back at Viva, who was excitedly chatting with Poppy as the two flipped through a scrapbook. "Yeah, I think that'll be fine," he hummed, giving Jane a little nod before wandering back towards the front of the armadillo bus, where Bruce was sat in the drivers seat with Tiny Diamond napping on him.

"You should tell them," Floyd murmured, bringing Janes attention back to him.

"I will," Jane said with a bit of a strained smile, "Soon. I just gotta figure out the right time."

There was no 'right time'.

Once they'd arrived back to Pop Village, it was a flurry of activity. Between getting Floyd settled into Branch's bunker, getting Rhonda prepped to head back to the golf course, and the general craziness of the pop trolls realizing that BroZone was back together and in the village, she had no time. She even tried to dodge several star struck trolls who somehow managed to bring old BroZone records from the troll tree and wanted her to sign them. She hadn't used her old signature for "John Dory" in such a long time, she resorted to just signing the albums with "JD".

She was incredibly happy to climb into Rhonda with Clay and Viva when they were ready to head out. The sheer amount of misgendering and how frequently she had to try and remember to respond to "John" were slowly grinding down on her last shred of sanity.

"Let's blow this popsicle stand!" Clay declared as Jane settled herself in the drivers seat.

"Yeah! I can't wait to get back and let everyone know that Pop Village is safe and that we can move back," Viva tittered, clapping her hands together excitedly.

"Yeah! It's gonna be great. How long do you think it'll take, John?" Clay asked, unaware of how his sisters eye twitched as she stared out the front window.

"Not too long!" Jane said, forcing a chipper tone, "If we hustle, I don't think it'll take longer than a day." Hopefully no longer. She'd temporarily forgotten that this trip would still make her want to scream into a pillow.

"Fantastimazing!" Viva chirped, bounding over to hug Jane, "Thanks again for the ride, JD! Super appreciate it!"

"Anytime," Jane said with a smile, patting Viva's arm before she bound off to to the back of the bus to look at Branch's clue board. Jane reached out and snagged Clay's wrist as he was about to follow Viva, earning a frown and a raised eyebrow from the other. "Can I talk to you about something real quick?"

Clay sucked his teeth for a moment before giving a short nod. "Yeah, okay." He tugged his wrist free from Jane's grip and folded his arms over his chest, tilting his chin to show he was listening. "What is it?"

Jane let out a nervous little laugh, moving her hands to tap idly on Rhonda's steering wheel. She would've preferred to have all of her brothers in one place to talk to them, but given that it was really only Branch and Clay who didn't know about her, she supposed it was now or never. Or suffer through the trip wanting to break something because Clay would keep calling her "John".

"Okay. I know this might end up being awkward for you, since you're stuck with me until we get to the golf course, but," Jane took a deep breath, keeping her gaze steady on the road so she wouldn't have to see Clay's reaction, "Can you please call me Jane? I changed my name a while ago."

There was silence. It reminded Jane of when she'd first old Bruce, but this time she was dealing with a snarky thirty-something middle brother, instead of her supportive eleven year old brother in arms. Her grip tightened on the steering wheel as the silence stretched on, until finally she heard Clay curse loudly. She jumped, finally looking to her brother with a wide eyed stare.

"You've been letting us misgender you this whole time?!" Clay snapped, scowling at Jane. "For the love of all that is trolly, you should've said something." He huffed a breath, turning his head slightly. "Viva! JD's been letting us call him the wrong freaking name this whole time!"

"WHAT?!"

Clay blinked, and looked back to Jane, suddenly looking contrite. "Wait, is JD bad, too?"

Jane snorted quietly, letting the tension bleed out of her. "No, that's fine. I also go by Jane Dory. I wanted something easy for people to transition to."

Clay gave a little nod as Viva appeared beside him. "What are we supposed to call you?"

"Jane, or JD, if you don't mind. And, uhm, I go by she/her," Jane said, her cheeks flushing slightly as Viva bounced on her toes and Clay gave her a thoughtful look.

"Gotcha," Viva shot him finger guns before heading back to the back of the bus once again.

"How long?"

Jane blinked, tilting her head slightly at Clay. "For what?"

"How long have you gone by Jane?"

Jane let out a breath, her shoulders slumping. "Truthfully? Since I was Fifteen or sixteen. But I've known how I felt since I was thirteen. Bruce knew."

"But he kept calling you 'John', too," Clay said with a slight frown.

"Yeah. I never told him he could call me Jane in public. I don't know if he's really that pissed at me, he forgot, or he was keeping a secret for me that he didn't need to anymore. I haven't had the chance to talk to him," Jane said with a shrug. "Oh, and apparently Floyd overheard me talking to Bruce once time about it, so I guess he knows, too. I just need to tell Branch. Then the whole of Pop Village, I guess." She groaned, rubbing at her face and leaning back in the drivers seat. "Coming out twice over is annoying." Clay let out a light laugh next to her, making Jane startle and blink owlishly at her brother. "What's funny?"

Clay shrugged, tucking his thumbs under the straps of his romper. "Nothing, I guess. I just don't remember that last time I saw you react so calmly to something so stressful. It's kind of nice, if I'm being honest."

"It's not stressful, really. Just annoying. I'm perfectly happy with who I am. I know I don't look really effeminate right now, but I do have half a wardrobe of dresses and stuff in here," Jane said with a half smile, gesturing with her thumb over her shoulder.

"I believe it," Clay said with a little nod. He paused for a moment, making a thoughtful sound before he spoke again. "Is that why you were so obsessed with being perfect, and kept being so overbearing?"

Jane let out a breath, looking back to the road. She knew this conversation was coming. "Thinking back on it, probably. I wanted to keep up the appearance of who everyone wanted me to be. And there was the added pressure of the band needing to stay in the limelight and be popular so we'd be safe from being eaten. We made the other trolls happy, and a happy troll was a tasty troll. If we got eaten, it'd be bad for trollstice. So I did my best to be the boy band 'leader'. And that did seep into how I treated all of you, I realize that. I put you all into boxes because I had to be in a box. And I want you to know, I am sorry for that."

Clay nodded, reaching out to pat Jane's shoulder. "Thanks. I appreciate it." He paused, a slow grin settling on his face, "So, does that mean we have to come up with a new band name if we do a reunion tour?"

Jane snorted a laugh, swatting at Clay. "The band name can't change! It's got household appeal!"

The round trip back to Pop Village was three days total. Clay had bid her farewell after finally granting Jane the hug she had wanted when they'd first found him. Viva had sent her off with no less then three braids weaved into her hair. It was nice to know she had two more trolls in her corner, should anything happen in regards to her conversations with Bruce and Branch.

As Rhonda rolled up to the village, Jane contemplated her wardrobe. She riffled through everything, before pulling out her favorite dress. It was, in her opinion, a cute brown overall dress with a large pocket on the front, adorned with a red capped mushroom patch. She also swapped her goggles out for green head band, tied with a bow. She hummed as she fiddled with the bow in the mirror, suddenly much more nervous to arrive. It was an outfit she'd worn many times, in many places, and she loved it. But, that didn't stop her heart from racing at the thought of stepping out of Rhonda in it. She hadn't lied to Clay about finding the whole thing more annoying than anything, and that she was happy with who she was. But the thought of how Branch might react had her stomach in knots.

"You can do this," she said to herself in the mirror, "Clay, Floyd and Viva are all on your side. If things go south, you can always go back to the golf course. It'll be fine." She took a deep breath and turned towards the door as Rhonda came to a stop.

The elevator ride into Branch's bunker felt like an eternity. Jane fidgeted with the hem of her dress as she descended, suddenly wishing she'd stuck to her traveling clothes for this conversation. She was going to be underground with her brothers, with no way to immediately escape if anything happened. Which, she very much doubted, especially with Floyd there as well, but still. She felt her heart jump into her throat as the elevator finally came to a stop. Her brothers were sat at Branch's kitchen table, just across the room from the elevator platform. All three looked up as it came to a stop. Floyd offered an encouraging smile, while Branch and Bruce both looked flabbergasted.

"Uh, hey," Jane said with a little wave, "I just got back from dropping off Clay and Viva."

Thick silenced reined as Branch and Bruce continued to stare while Floyd's expression morphed into uncomfortable and Jane contemplated switching the elevator to take her back up to the surface.

"What are you wearing?" Branch finally spoke, squinting as if he couldn't quite tell what Jane had on. Which she knew for a fact wasn't the case. Her baby brother had done a good job making sure the bunker was well lit.

"Clothes?" she offered with a strained smile.

"I can see that," Branch said, rolling his eyes, "But a dress? Did Satin and Chenille attack you on your way over here?"

At that Jane looked stricken, while Floyd gasped quietly and Bruce stood from his chair.

The sound of Bruce's chair scraping across the floor made Jane jump, stumbling back into the far wall of the elevator. She clutched at the front of her dress, suddenly all too aware that she'd moved away from the elevator lever. She glanced at the lever, then to Bruce, who followed her gaze. She panicked as he began to move towards her, lunging for the lever. Unfortunately, Bruce moved faster than she anticipated, and he swung his hair out to block her from being able to escape back up to the surface. She fell to her knees, looking up as Bruce reached the elevator platform. She couldn't help the slight tremble in her shoulders as she looked up at Bruce. Logically, she knew he wouldn't hurt her. He never had. But that didn't stop her heart from thundering in her chest.

"I'm so sorry," Bruce finally said, kneeling down in front of her. He offered her a hand, a soft expression on his face. "I wish I could say I didn't realize you were finally free to be yourself, but I just plain forgot. Do you still want to be called Jane, or is there something else now?"

Jane felt a rush of tears come to her eyes as she let out a wet laugh. She shook her head, taking Bruce's hand. "No. You gave me that name, I couldn't change it."

Bruce smiled before pulling her into a bone crushing hug. Jane let out a quiet sob as she returned it, reveling in her brothers acceptance for a moment, before Branch clearing his throat caused the two to break apart. Bruce turned, clicking his tongue quietly, before getting to his feet and pulling Jane up along with him. She stumbled slightly once she was up, which prompted Bruce to wrap a protective arm around her shoulders. She quickly wiped at her eyes, looking to her baby brother who stood with a grumpy expression on his face next to his kitchen table.

"Would someone care to explain, please?" Branch asked, tapping his foot impatiently on the floor.

"Our oldest brother is actually our oldest sister," Floyd offered from the table before Jane could open her mouth. She gave Floyd a grateful smile and Bruce gave her shoulders a gentle shake.

Branch continued to frown before letting out a breath. "Is that all? Also, please tell me I'm not the last to know."

Jane blinked, somewhat surprised by Branch's blasé reaction. "Uh…well, I haven't told Poppy yet, if that makes you feel better?"

Branch looked thoughtful for a moment, before nodding. "It does, actually. Once Poppy finds out, she's going to want to throw you a party. And the last thing I'd need is for the whole village to know before me." He started towards his kitchen, glancing back over his shoulder. "Did you want some tea? Jane, was it?"

"Yeah. I'd love some, thanks," Jane said, flushing happily as Bruce steered her to a chair at the table.

#trolls #dreamworks trolls #trolls john dory #trolls band together #trolls fanfic #trolls brozone #transfem john dory #things that i wrote

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bougiebutchbitch · 1 year

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Rocking back and forth as I think about Joker confessing to Batman, as usual. Screaming that he lives for him, that he made himself a monster to be his mirror image, that his entire existence revolves around making Batman the best that he can possibly be, that he loves him so much -

And Batman just being like. Okay. But you could be so much more? Why would you model yourself on me? What about you? Who are you without me?

And Joker’s like. I’d be nobody and nothing. That’s the point?

And Batman asks: How could I love someone who is nothing but a distorted reflection of myself?

And Joker sighs and leans against his shoulder with his bloody cheek and looks up into his eyes and whispers with that rare, lucid sincerity (and such genuine affection it makes Bruce’s throat clench shut): Oh darling, how could you not?

And just. Something about Joker loving Batman (almost) enough to make up for Batman not loving himself, but also the same in reverse?

#lsdkfhjgsdkfhgsdg I’m chewing my cuticles raw here #batjokes #batman #joker #batman x joker #joker x batman #batknives

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purple-obsidian · 19 days

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ch1: where we're at (prologue) tags: reader x bruce wayne, reader x j'onn j'onzz, past reader x dick grayson warnings: major character death, major character injury, this is just the intro but rest of the story gets pretty dark. See ao3 for full tags, but please dni if you are under 18. a/n: reader is female, uses she/her pronouns, meta, and a member of the JLA. this is the prologue, I am still editing the rest of the story. unsure if I will post the whole work here or keep it on ao3. set after the Justice League Dark: Apokolips War dc animated movie. I highly recommend watching it if you haven't, but you can read through the plot here.

Accept the things you cannot change, have the courage to change the things you can, and have the wisdom to know the difference...

When Damien told you, you couldn’t believe the news.

“Lazarus pit?” You had asked, voice shaking and body trembling, freshly broke of Darkseid's brainwashing. “So, he’s alive? He’s okay?”

The hope in your voice wasn’t mirrored by the hardened, harsh voice of your boyfriends little brother, whos not as little as he was since you last saw him.

“His body is functioning. But he isn’t Dick anymore. Don’t get your hopes up.”

He was right. When you finally returned to earth and the saw what had become of your lover in the two years you were serving Darkseid, your heart shattered into a million pieces.

To say he wasn't himself was an understatement. Reduced to a feral animal, incapable of conversation or even speaking real words. He was a man crazed, yelling and growling at anyone who got too close. The Lazarus pit restored his body, but his mind was still lost. Damien looked after him dutifully since bathing his brothers body in the green waters, kept him fed and clean. But there was no relationship between them, at least, nothing beyond that of a pet and its master.

After Barry disappeared into the speed force, you and the surviving members of the league/titans made what’s left of Titan tower your new base. That was three month ago. You’ve worked tirelessly with Clark, Diana, Bruce, and the others to try and mend the broken world left over from Darkseid's destruction. And when you weren’t rescuing refugees or searching the ocean for surviving Atlanteans, you found yourself by Dicks side, in his holding cell, caring for him and singing to him to help him stay calm.

Your voice had been weaponized by Darkseid. Your ability to compel others with a simple vibration of your vocal cords was an ability the new god was very interested in. After you were finally overtaken by his forces, he took you in and installed an amplifying device in your neck to increase the potency of your mesmerizing song, but only after brainwashing you himself, first. To control you was to control the others, and to your horror, he used you like a puppetmaster.

You watched one by one as him and his slaves brought in the body parts of your friends and loved ones, rebuilding them and putting them back together with his alien tech. The paradooms really did a number on them. But each of them were reborn in Darkseid's image. You’re lucky, you only have a chunk of the alien tech in your neck.

Queen Mera, J’onn, Carter, Starfire, and Diana weren’t as lucky.

They were forged back together and reprogrammed, with your help, to be Darkseids soldiers, protecting Apokolips from anyone who dares to threaten the authority of the New God.

You and Bruce were given different roles, serving the your master more closely and given more freedom of choice, in the context of your responsibilities. Not mindless drones, but faithful acolytes, tasked with serving him and ensuring his foothold on the universe.

But the horror and trauma of what you all experienced on Apokolips seems to be pushed from your mind and replaced with a deeper grief whenever you sit next to what's left of your lover, in the basement of Titan tower, watching him thrash and yell, throwing his food and crying out like a madman.

Damien has fed him well enough that his body is still strong. He still looks like Dick, except for his eyes. The pit turned his gorgeous, ocean blue eyes into a depraved yellow.

Oh, how you long to see those blue eyes again.

You never pictured the future to be like this. Dick had talked about the two of you getting married, having a kid. Settling down eventually, being a family. All plans for a future that’s no longer possible, in a world that no longer exists. You grieve the loss of your love. Damien grieves his brother. Clark and the others grieve their friend and leader. Bruce is grieving too, although he doesn’t show it like the rest. He’s visited Dick several times. But he never stays long. You imagine it’s hard for him, to see his eldest son, his first robin, now nothing more than a beast who tries to bite and attack anyone who comes near.

Bruce has been somewhat of a recluse between missions, letting himself disappear in the maze of the towers halls. He’s done a lot of work repairing the tower’s electrical grid and solar panels. You suppose that’s his way of coping, of helping. He spent so much time repairing the reactor on Apokolips for Darkseid, you guess this is his way of trying to make up for the damage he caused.

Everyone grieves differently. And it isn’t just the loss of Nightwing that’s the source of everyone’s grief. You all lost friends, family, people you cared for.

Victor. Lois. Zatanna. Etrigan. King Arthur. Garfield. Wally. Connor. Roy. Donna.

Gone. All of them. Titans and gods. Friends and loved ones.

Taken from you too soon, by Darkseid and his paradooms.

The world is grieving too. Billions of lives have been lost. The human race is facing the eminent threat of extinction, and what’s left of earths protectors now band together to try and put back the pieces of this broken world to save the precious life that’s left.

What else can you do, other than your best? You have to try. And when the weight of this harsh reality gets to be too much, you lean on each other, and pray that Barry is somehow able to help erase the atrocity that's marred this reality.

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dracaelus · 1 year

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from batman 2021 annual by James Tynion IV

It's very (very) late at night and english is not my first language, so sorry for the grammar mistakes. But I'm having some pretty intense thoughts about how (in the comics written by James Tynion IV, that cannot be placed in the same continuity as Zdarsky's Batman: The Knight) Minhkhoa and his family are held at gunpoint by Master Midas and his goons, something that is implied to be the catalyst for him to become a vigilante; and later on, once he becomes ghostmaker, we never see him use a gun (ONCE AGAIN, in james tynion continuity - the guy who introduced ghostmaker and his backstory)

And now, this is just my personal interpretation and hc, but Khoa having an aversion to guns bc of this moment fits pretty nicely with the way his dynamic with bruce works

Bc bruce and him are really very similar, and this is both the reason why they get along and why they fall apart. They have a strong case of self recognition through the other (complimentary) (derogatory) (affectionate) (DENIALIST). Bear with me

Doesn't Khoa's backstory remind you of something?

Sure, the circunstances are different and his parents weren't killed, but it does have some glaring similarities to bruce's own backstory. And it's not hard at all to notice, especially when Khoa and Bruce meet paths later on.

But you know a funny little thing about Khoa?

He himself doesn't acknowledge those things. Or at the very least, he doesn't like to acknowledge

He doesn't like to think of this moment as being the main reason for him to become ghostmaker. He doesn't like to think he did it so he could avenge his family by dismantling the Midas family empire and others like them.

He prefers to say that he does it for the "art of it". He likes to think that bc he's a psychopath, he doesn't have feelings and cannot be moved by them. He likes to think that him being a psychopath means nothing can hurt or affect him. That's the version of the story he likes to tell himself

So you can imagine how bad it was to find a boy in the same path as him, with whom he had an amazing connection, who he thought was the only person in the world who was just like him...

Only to hear this:

Like, are we at all surprised that he reacted like that?

from batman vol 3 #104 by James Tynion IV

"some childish idea of vengeance" hm.

btw yeah, it wasn't a great moment for him to hear bruce saying those things. Everytime Bruce acknowledged something about himself it was like he was pointing out khoa's weak points, showing him a mirror who reflected everything he was carefully ignoring and intentionally denying.

And Bruce. Bruce never stopped saying it. It's the very first thing everyone knows about him. He became batman bc of his parents. Something terrible happened to him when he was a child. It changed him forever. He can never let go of his past. He's moved by it. It shaped the person he is. He doesn't use guns bc of it. He's very adept to adopting orphans bc of it. He'll never stop trying to fix gotham bc of it. He's not ashamed to say it.

This is how he copes with his own Tragic Backstory™. By recognizing how much pain it caused him.

Khoa? He copes with his past by not recognizing how it affected him at all. By pretending it doesn't matter. That he doesn't care.

But Bruce makes it very difficult. He really does know him better than that

(tumblr won't let me put any more images, but just so you know, khoa doesn't tell him that he's right and the case was personal for him. bc he's repressed, you know. Btw go read this comic if you haven't)

So yeah, khoa hates bruce bc he doesn't like the idea of being like him. And that's also the main reason he tries so hard to make bruce leave gotham and his past behind. He's gonna fix this emo boy to prove he has nothing to fix about himself, you know, as you do.

But also bc he just likes bruce and he wants to be vigilantes husbands with him and that won't happen unless one of them admits the other is right about them (and i say "them" bc their self image/beliefs is somewhat linked to the other - at least in khoa's case, bc he's the one who has the full picture of their parallels and won't share it with bruce. But for him, if bruce insists he cares, then he's also implying that khoa cares. And when khoa says he doesn't, he is also fighting for bruce to not care too. Like, one cannot be fully satisfied with their own truth unless the other agrees with them. Khoa just decided they have to be mirrors in all the ways that matter (and also in the ones that don't). Batman has a giant dinosaur in his cave, ghostmaker must have one too. Batman has a batmobile, ghostmaker must have a ghost-racer. Ghostmaker doesn't care about his past - Batman, c'mon baby, be just a little more repressed, will you?)

Btw i need to sleep i think i'm gonna pass out i hate this deranged old man he's my favorite babyboy in the world i hope he has a terrible day tomorrow and my god all i wanted to say is that i don't think he likes using guns for personal reasons he won't admit why am i like this

#batman #ghostmaker meta #minhkhoa khan #bruce wayne #ghostbat #drac rambles #he's reminding me a little of lestat and louis but i won't elaborate on that #drac panels #minhkhoa posting

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frost-sama-senpai-san · 18 hours

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Hi! I'd like to break down this Batfam piece by David Talaski!

1. Dick vs Jay: Jason is OBVIOUSLY trying to copy Dick just to prove he can, but the attention to detail in the positioning of their bodies is so incredible.

Dick's toes are pointed, creating a straight line down his leg and a very graceful angle all the way down to his hip. He's mirroring this with an open arm, posture relaxed and very comfortable. This is the body of an acrobat. He is doing it, and he makes it look easy, just like Nightwing should.

Jason? Homie is STIFF. He's doing it, ofc, through sheer strength and force of will, but nothing about his body is relaxed. His foot (🐶) is flexed, and arm is actively fighting gravity. CAN he fly through the air ala Dick Grayson? Teeth and butthole clenched, maybe, but my man is a brawler through and through. Red Hood doesn't CARE about how he looks. He gets the job fucking DONE.

Another small detail, Dick's shoulders are bigger, which makes sense since my guy is swinging all around everywhere. On the flip, Jay's thighs are bigger. Again — makes sense, my guy is taking the stairs.

(Jay is wearing a shirt mayhaps bc of his autopsy scars?? Whoooo knows! Dick is shirtless because he's very aware he's Hot Shit????? Also could be who knows)

2. Tim and Steph: This one is so funny to me bc Tim is, obviously, very strong, but he's the smart one. He tricks baddies into hurting THEMSELVES. He's got the musculature to get the job done, but he's not a Brick Shit House like Jay or Bruce. I don't doubt he is fully capable of supporting Steph's weight, but look at his FACE — he is locked the Fuck in. Steph? She's spinning like a ballerina. Again, this is SUCH a good detail that reflects their characterrrrs.

Spoiler? She gets her shit done with a smile on her face. She fights against difficult, impossible odds again and AGAIN, and the WHOLE time, she's cracking jokes, keeping it light. Never letting them see her sweat.

Robin (Red and Drake), does not give a shit!!! About how he comes off!! My guys focuses in and gets the job done!! I'm obsessed with this!!

3. Damian: His ass is not listening!!! I actually really like the choice to put him in a pose all by himself. I don't really remember when this image was created, but we know early in Damian's story, he was unwilling to change himself to better mesh with the ideals of his new family. His whole life has been 100% about him, himself, his development, and his future as the demon's head, and the fated heir to Batman. He has his back to all of them, even if he IS paying attention (the look on his face HAS to be annoyance idc), he isn't going to let them KNOW that. His focus is on his form and his training. Homie has NOT learned how to have fun yet and that's okkkk king your family loves you

Anyways the image fux and David Talaski does not miss ty

#batman #batfam #i dont take crit i will block you ty

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Holy i love ur writing so much !!! I thought of a fic where the reader is feeling really unwell mentally, you know we all have bad days and maybe it is something about her body image? Just insecurity, and then battinson is comforting her 🥺

kiss it better

thank you for this request anon!!! i hope i did your idea justice, i tried not to make anything to descriptive so it’s more inclusive for everyone. enjoy!

pairing: pattinson! bruce wayne/ reader

warnings: reader is depressed and insecure, most of the fic is about these topics. it’s not too harsh, but please do not read if you think it may upset you!

things these past few weeks have been bad. you were not doing well mentally, making it hard for you to do much of anything. in times like this bruce tries his absolute best to make you feel okay, and in the end it usually worked.

on this particular day, you hadn’t got out of bed. it was 4pm, the sky roared with thunder, and rain slapped against the bedroom window.

“mrs. L/N, are you alright?” alfred’s voice floats through the closed bedroom door. you decide to respond with a hum instead of actual words, causing alfred to push open the door slowly. you look at him from the bed, and he gives you a sympathetic frown.

“here, at least try to shower, it could help you feel better” alfred walks into the master bathroom before you could protest and turns the shower handles. he then hands you a glass of water and rushes off, leaving no room for you to argue or even say thank you. you shake your head, a small smile appearing on your lips as you finally dragged yourself from your spot on the bed. you were thankful for alfred, more than he knew.

the shower itself was nice, it felt good to freshen up. after your shower however, was not so nice. you stood in front of the full length mirror, observing. you shake your head softly as you observed everything you thought was wrong with you. you could pinpoint every single flaw. your hips, legs, tummy, arms, shoulders, face. you name it, there was something wrong with it in your eyes. a sigh escapes your lips as your eyes rake your body up and down. you were just in your underwear.

you didn’t notice as the tears welled up in your eyes, or when the door to the bedroom opened. you were too engulfed in your negative thoughts to see anything else. that was, until he spoke.

“Y/N?” bruce questions, he was in a suit, back from some meeting alfred dragged him to that morning. you finally snapped out of your thoughts, quickly turning to him and frantically wiping your tears.

“hey” you slap a half assed smile on your face, a poor attempt to cover up your emotions.

“what’s wrong? what- what happened?” bruce was utterly concerned as he walked closer to you. “nothing, i promise i’m okay bruce” you look up at him with your best ‘im alright’ face, but it was faltering, and bruce wasn’t falling for it.

“you can tell me.” bruce looks deeply into your watering eyes, your lip starts to shake as you look down in defeat.

“it’s just. i’m- i don’t. i don’t like, how i look.” finally, you spit it out, and instantly broke down. bruce dosent think he’d ever felt more pain within him as you sob against his chest. he soothed you as you cried, and once you calmed down a little he motioned for you to sit.

“hey. you are fucking beautiful. every part of you. from here,” bruce kisses the top of your forhead, and kisses the rest of his way down to your ankles. he kisses every spot he thinks is absolutely beautiful about you, making sure to point it out as he goes. “to here.” he looks up at you, frowning at the way you thought about yourself because to him, you were the epitome of perfect.

“i don’t expect to magically change your mind, but truly, you are the most beautiful, stunning human being i have ever laid eyes on. i love you, Y/N.” bruce’s words were straight from the heart, and he moves up to connect his lips with yours softly. you reciprocate, engulfing his presence as you hold each other.

“how did i get so lucky” you ask while bruce wipes your tears gently. some days felt impossible to get through, but with bruce by your side, things were a little more bearable.

“i could ask the same”

just wanna say that everyone reading this is beautiful and im so sorry if you can relate to any of this. i’m here for you all and my dms are open to anyone who needs help ❤️

#fanfiction #dc universe #one shot #batman #batman x reader #bruce wayne #bruce wayne imagine #bruce wayne one shot #bruce wayne x reader #dc oneshots #robert pattinson x y/n #robert pattinson x reader #robert pattinson one shot #robert pattinson #pattinson!bruce wayne #the batman

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mdhwrites · 11 months

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Jumbled Thoughts: Dream Sequences, Featuring Luz’s Nightmare From The Owl House

“It was just a dream.”

...Was it though? In reality, dreams are one of the few times we get to interact with our subconscious without the active conscious getting in the way of whatever it’s trying tell us. This is often confusing and weird though because, well, our brains are commonly confusing and weird. They can’t always properly voice their anxieties so it can often be a mess of imagery and scenes that follow a general theme but the point of it is lost. It is TRYING to say something though.

And for most media, that’s also the point. Now don’t get me wrong: A LOT of dream sequences out there are bad mouthed for good reason. Their points can commonly end up being just “Look at this shocking imagery!” before snapping back to reality. At best, these sequences are actually just reinforcing a character conflict we already had at least some inkling about, like when Zuko in Avatar sees himself as Aang in the mirror. It is mirroring how he effectively is trying to decide between himself and following the path of the Avatar.

That showcases the strength and temptation of the dream sequence though. Not only do you get imagery that otherwise would be impossible but you get to say a LOT about the character experiencing the dream through that imagery. Through their reactions. The imagery might be muddled but the character comes out clearer than ever. LOTS of great dream sequences have managed this, like Superman from The Justice League Cartoon or Batman The Animated series when both explored what a perfect life to the character was and their reaction to it being shattered. We’re not here to talk about a good example though. I could honestly theoretically stop this blog here if I wanted to just talk about the strengths. Clark Kent comforting his fake son, Bruce deciding to give up on a happy lie so he can continue pursuing justice and Zuko battling his inner demons all really highlight the strengths of this trope. Shocking imagery contrasted by inner conflict, clarity and even chaos. Images you couldn’t do otherwise that help reinforce the character, much like what a good backstory will do. It gives context for who they are and what is to come, even if none of it’s real.

I think most people would agree that those are the EXCEPTIONS though and that’s why I think it’s actually more important to talk about why so many of them suck. Because most people hear ‘dream sequence’ and expect it to mean nothing. That it’s just pointless fluff or a chance to give backstory. Hell, I’m going to be talking one dream sequence of The Owl House, also abbreviated as TOH, but they have a second one that is very little more than a flashback sequence with a commentary track until its end where it hardly feels like a dream and more like meditation, which are different in narrative structure and execution. Dreams aren’t the worst way to get backstory across but... It’s also a very blunt way because usually it feels less like and more like a flashback because the writer is just getting the job done.

And this is the crucial problem with most dream sequences. They’re... kind of lazy for most writers. Because you can say “It’s not real so there are no rules”, most writers will use it as a get out of jail free card to do whatever the fuck they want, regardless of the effort needed to sell it. Because there’s a key component those good examples have that most bad dream sequences lack.

Patience. And if we’re gonna talk about a lack of patience, let’s talk about Luz’s Nightmare in the finale for The Owl House. This would be the point where I say SPOILERS but... It’s a dream sequence. And a pretty shitty one at that because the writers, not the character, have ZERO patience for this. And if you’re expecting “They got shortened” because you’re more familiar with it: No. They had a lot of other options they could have gone with. This is literally just seven minutes of wasted time for the sake of shocking imagery. I need to have some patience though. First let’s just cover what happens in those seven minutes. The characters are pulled into the sky, darkness envelops the screen, Luz shows confusion, is told to wake up by a mysterious figure wakes up in the robes of the main villain, questions if this is a dream finds everyone turned to stone except her girlfriend who now wants to kill her. Luz says the line “This isn’t a dream, it’s a nightmare,” then cuts to two other characters also experiencing what are obviously nightmares, moves back to Luz who has a moment with each of her friends trying to judge her actions harshly before trying to kill her, then all together her girlfriend misquotes a book they both like, this confirms to Luz it’s a dream, the OTHER CHARACTERS also wake up, give Luz the answer to what she needs to do to get out, and then it’s over.

For a temporal anchor, the line “This isn’t a dream, it’s a nightmare” comes RIGHT at the two minute mark of this entire sequence. Even before then, we’ve had one reference by the character that this is a dream and a voice telling her to wake up. It then spends FIVE. MORE. MINUTES pretending like it’s a real dream sequence where Luz keeps finding a friend and acting like they’re just not acting like themselves instead of, you know... The fact that she’s already figured out what’s going on, and the show has explicitly stated, to the audience THREE TIMES that this isn’t reality.

Here’s the thing: From a structural standpoint, questioning the dream IS a good idea. It happens in a lot of dream sequences because it creates an arc. First there is the uncertainty caused by things suddenly being different, then a slow possibility that this may just be real and the character may just have to live in this new status quote and then something fractures or even shatters that, especially for the audience. This is when the fight to free Superman in Justice League begins because now the trick of “IF this is a dream” is gone, it’s time to start working to fixing that. This is also when usually the dream might start breaking down and so the characters get a line like “This isn’t a dream, it’s a nightmare.” TOH literally plays this backwards. It wants the line before cutting away from Luz to the other nightmares, who only get one weak appearance each that just destroys credibility further, without understanding that the point is to NOT cut away from the dream. Not until you as the writer have given up on selling this as reality. But then it explicitly goes on to have Luz act like she hasn’t figured out what’s going on. Which brings up the next issue: Clarity. If a character starts acting inconsistently, you start to lose the strength of the sequence. How are we supposed to learn from how they react to the dream, or even the imagery their mind chose (put a pin in that for a moment) if their actions aren’t clear? It’s a problem in general but when the strength of the trope is explicitly about providing character clarity... It’s a death knell. After all, even if the audience never buys into the reality, they might buy into the emotions or the ability to learn about the character in ways they wouldn’t otherwise.

But if Luz isn’t acting clear, well, the show brings in a lot of other characters during the sequence too. If they’re clear, even blunt, doesn’t THAT say something about Luz? Absolutely! That is a great call because it allows a chance to see what the character either thinks of other characters or what they perceive they think of them. So do the words stick in this sequence? Well, this is where the framing of a dream sequence is important and this is also where we need to pull that pin back out. For Superman, he is literally being made to live out his most ideal fantasy from something that is non-judgemental and so the fantasy is entirely his. Anything we see here is presenting things that Clark himself would want. Zuko is literally having a fever dream but there’s no supernatural force so those are his thoughts. As such, all the imagery and words are theirs. They’re a reflection of their psyche. For TOH, the frame is that the big villain, through another villain, is literally doing this to fuck with her. So... Nope! It isn’t organic in anyway. That’s why the fuck up is made actually that breaks the illusion. If this was based on Luz’s mind... Her girlfriend wouldn’t have gotten the reference wrong. Because Luz wouldn’t. But it’s a fabrication so the lines and reactions aren’t made by Luz’s subconscious, they aren’t a reflection of her, but whatever the big bad asshole (or someone being controlled by the big bad asshole technically) thinks will make her give up.

It causes the whole thing to be LITERALLY pointless. Seven minutes of wasted time that don’t even really say anything about the character. What’s worse... Is that it commits the other cardinal sin of a bad dream sequence: It presents something the viewer WANTS.

The idea of her friends finally snapping and actually putting Luz to task fits in with the theme of the show of “Fantasy vs Reality.” These are the consequences of her actions. Even if it were entirely internal, it’d still be satisfying to know the little ball of sunshine who wants to be the hero truly does fear the consequences of her actions as a root part of herself. Instead... She makes a joke based on another character getting a reference wrong and is immediately ready to fight. Even the cruel words haven’t shaken her properly so that she can’t let her nerd self get annoyed at a continuity error.

Then again, why would they? She has no reason to believe any of this and her reaction first was to call it a nightmare. To state explicitly that she knows it’s a lie. It’s almost like character consistency MATTERS.

This is almost a textbook example of the sort of scene that makes audiences go “It was just a dream.” It’s not something to think about. It says nothing. It accomplishes nothing. It’s just there for shock value. To get to do whatever you want while knowing the audience is probably waiting for something to actually happen that they need to care about.

And for a writer, that shouldn’t be a dream. It should be the greatest nightmare of all.

#Jumbled Thoughts #Luz #TOH Critical #Dream sequence #The Owl House Criticism

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