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miinesweeper · 3 years

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🪓 — welcome to my blog.

what i write;;

— oneshots

— preferences/headcanons

— might occasionally find character icons

— a couple full length fics (with painfully slow updates)

— i also make character playlists <3

about me;;

— you can call me yugo or mel

— i love anything horror related, reading and writing, movies (rec’s are always apprecaited), and i love screaming about pathetic fictional men

fandom & characters list;;

(∞ means that it’s my hyperfixation right now, and italics means that they’re my favorite character!)

the breakfast club

- andrew clark

- claire standish

- brian johnson

- john bender

- allison reynolds

the dark knight trilogy

- jonathan crane/scarecrow

dexter

- dexter morgan

- debora morgan

diary of a wimpy kid

- rodrick heffley

ferris bueller’s day off

- ferris bueller

- slaone peterson

- cameron frye

fright night (1985 version)

- charley brewster

- amy peterson

- ‘evil’ ed thompson

- jerry dandrige

- peter vincent

gotham

- jonathan crane/the scarecrow

harry potter

(i don’t support jkr, i’m not really in this fandom anymore honestly, i just keep the characters here because they appear in matchup requests often)

- harry potter

- ron weasley

- ginny weasley

- fred & george weasley

- hermione granger

- luna lovegood

- draco malfoy

- cedric diggory

- neville longbottom

i am not okay with this

- sydney novak

- stanley barber

jennifer’s body

- jennifer check

- anita lesnicki

- chip dove

the lost boys

- michael

- david

- dwayne

- paul

- marko

- star

- frog bros

- sam

∞ ozark

- marty byrde

- wendy byrde

- charlotte byrde

- wyatt langmore

- ruth langmore

red eye

- jackson rippner

- lisa reisert

∞ scarlet hollow

- stella richmond

- avery belle

- reese kelly

- kaneeka forsyth

- oscar gutierrez

- sam wayne

- tabitha scarlet

shameless

- fiona gallagher

- ian gallagher

- lip gallagher

- debbie gallagher

- carl gallagher

- mandy milkovich

- mickey milkovich

- kevin ball

- veronica fisher

- jimmy/steve lishman

stand by me

- ace merrill

- eyeball chambers

stranger things

- nancy wheeler

- jonathan byers

- billy hargrove

- steve harrington

- robin buckley

- eddie munson

- chrissy cunningham

- lucas sinclair

- dustin henderson

- mike wheeler

- will byers

- max mayfield

- eleven hopper

∞ super dark times

- josh templeton

- zach taylor

- allison bannister

∞ twdg

season 1:

- lee everett

- molly

- ben

- glenn

- doug

- carley

- christa

- omid

season 2:

- luke

- jane

- nick

season 3:

- javier

- gabe

- kate

- ava

- eleanor

- tripp

- paul/jesus

season 4:

- marlon

- clem

- louis

- violet

- mitch

- james

- brody

- ruby

- omar

watching the detectives

- neil

- violet

∞ wayward pines

- ethan burke

- theresa burke

- ben burke

x-files

- dana scully

- fox mulder

my masterlist has everything i’ve written linked and it’s organized by fandom, check it out :DD

requests;;

— requests are always open (unless stated otherwise) !! send whatever you want and i’ll write it write away ;)

— also pls feel free to request playlists for characters and shows/series/movies !!

— requests are super fun and make me very motivated so pls send as many as you want :DD

— also !! i’ll do match ups (you tell me a bit about yourself and i pair you up with a character from whatever fandom(s) you choose) (pls request these they look so fun to do)

— pls only send them through my asks, not my dm’s

— usually i can get requests done pretty fast, but sometimes i need a little time, i want them to be as good as possible when i post them <3

— your requests can be as specific or as general as you want

— however; please respect my limits if there’s something i don’t want to write, and please give me time to write so that i can make all of my posts as good as possible

will write;;

— oneshots

— preferences

— oc x cc

— cc x reader

— specific requests such as artist!reader, strong!reader, etc

— multiple cc’s x reader/poly relationships

— oneshots based off of songs, one word/one sentence prompts etc

— mild nsfw

— angst

— fluff

— horror

— au’s

— match-ups <3

— most things tbh

won’t write;;

— blatant smut

— cc x cc

— real person x reader

— incest & pedophilia or any other gross thing like those

match-ups;;

— describe yourself as little or as much as you want (but at least tell me ur sexuality so i know who to consider :])

— some stuff you might wanna include are things such as your likes & dislikes, general traits, hobbies, pet peeves, aesthetic/style, zodiac, mbti, etc

— tell me what fandom(s) you want your match-up to possibly be from

— and do let me know if there’s a specific character (or multiple characters) that you particularly don’t want your possible match to be

— and then i’ll tell you which character i think you’d match best with !

(pls request a match-up i wanna do this so bad </3)

asks box info;;

— pls feel free to come in with questions, movie/show/music/etc recommendations and requests of course

— if you wanna be a specific anon (and sign off with an emoji or smth like that) go ahead, it’s fine by me :]

— anons :: 💫 anon, bat anon

date: aug 28, 21’

#fanfiction #twdg #fright night #fright night 1985 #the lost boys #the breakfast club #stranger things #writing #requests #intro #rules #super dark times #ozark netflix #ozark #shameless

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seriestrash · 5 years

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A Knight To Remember

- A Tyrus One Shot -

Summary: TJ and Cyrus accidentally wear matching halloween costumes. Requested by anon [x]

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Word Count: 1792

It’s Jefferson Middle School’s Annual Night of Horrors. A spooktacular event that happens on the Friday closest to halloween each year. It’s a festive celebration held out on the schools sports field. With a hay bale maze and a dance under the stars. Cyrus had been looking forward to the night for quite sometime but Andi and Buffy having to cancel last minute really put a dampener on the mood.

All dressed in white, Cyrus sulks through the decorative spooky iron gates. His fellow peers all loiter around in their costumes, either chatting, dancing or playing a few of the halloween themed games that were set up.

It’s only a second later that he’s greeted by Jonah dressed in his Space Otters uniform, although he had gone to the effort of zombifying himself. Cyrus felt relived that he’d have a friend to hang out with but unfortunately, Cyrus connected with Jonah for all of five minutes before the popular ultimate frisbee player is whisked away by some other friends.

Feeling quite isolated, Cyrus contemplates just going home but he decides to trudge through the hay bale maze first. At the entrance of the maze, Cyrus nervously fiddles with the elastic straps of the feathery wings he’s wearing. Suddenly he was questioning his plan as the maze felt eerie and the fact that Cyrus could hear some nervous laughter and squeals from deeper in the maze wasn’t exactly convincing him to go in either. Cyrus holds his right arm out and gently drags his fingers across they wall of hay as he walks.

Cyrus takes slow and careful steps, the deeper he gets into the maze the more anxious he felt. Cyrus could still hear people yelp in fright which sent panic through him as this was supposed to be a harmless, scare free maze.

When Cyrus rounds a corner a creepy looking scarecrow catches his eye causing him to jump. Cyrus holds his hand to his pounding chest for a second and catches his breath before placing his right arm to the wall again and continuing through the maze.

Another few turns and Cyrus reaches the centre of the maze, it has a little clearing before you can choose left or right to continue. Cyrus catches up to a few girls from the 6th grade giggling nervously as they went off in the right direction. Cyrus stops so he didn’t awkwardly trail behind them.

Cyrus jumps in place again when a armoured knight hidden in the corner catches his eye. Cyrus curses at himself for being so jumpy. Then Cyrus looks closer at the figure standing still and deduces it’s not a prop at all.

“Very funny.” Cyrus folds his arms, “What’s the plan, you turn your head a little and then you watch me be spooked?”

The knight remains still and Cyrus tries to not back down. “Is that why I keep hearing everyone scream?” Cyrus continues to eye the stiff knight. Bravely Cyrus steps closer but when the knight steps closer too with a frightful “boo”, Cyrus reacts in his usual jumpy manner.

“I knew-” Cyrus lets out a groan as he was frustrated and embarrassed.

The knights laughter is muffled behind his helmet, as are his words, “You’re always so jumpy, Cyrus.”

Cyrus knits his brows together at the knight calling him out by name, “TJ?”

“Surprise.” TJ pulls his helmet off with a little difficulty.

“TJ.” Cyrus says again with a little slap on the arm of TJ’s costume after confirming it was in fact his friend.

“Hey, Underdog.” TJ grins widely.

“Why are you hiding in the centre of the maze scaring people?” Cyrus questions and all nerves had dissipated in the presence of TJ.

“It’s fun.” TJ shrugs. “I got lost in the maze at first and this costume is uncomfortable so I stopped and started scaring people instead.”

Cyrus shakes his head with a laugh. “It might be uncomfortable but I like you’re costume.” Cyrus admires TJ’s armoured look.

“Thanks.” TJ looks away embarrassed. “My mom made me try it on at the costume store and then she started crying and telling me I looked handsome so I got it to make her stop.”

Cyrus laughs softly at that.

“I like your costume too.” TJ gently flicks Cyrus’s feathery angel wings. “An angel, how sweet.” He adds in an almost teasing manner.

Cyrus lets out a deflated sigh, “Don’t even get me started about my costume.”

“Why?” TJ is intrigued.

“It was supposed to be a group thing with Andi and Buffy. Buffy was the devil and we had this whole ‘Andi’s conscience’ bit going.” Cyrus explains.

“They decided against it last minute?” TJ tries to make sense of why Cyrus is disappointed.

“No, they decided to get sushi without me.” Cyrus folds his arms.

“Alright, you lost me.” TJ laughs quietly.

“They got food poisoning.” Cyrus pouts.

“Oh, that sucks.” TJ frowns, “I hope they’re not feeling too bad.”

“Me too.” Cyrus drops his folded arms.

“Oh good, for a second there I thought you were disappointed you didn’t have food poisoning too.” TJ jokes lightly.

“I’m disappointed I won't get to go to the new waterpark.” Cyrus sulks.

“You guys were going to enter the group costume competition?” TJ questions knowingly.

“Yes.” Cyrus sighs.

“It’s getting too cold for the waterpark now anyway,” TJ tries to cheer him up.

“Their water is heated.” Cyrus says dramatically.

“You can still enter on your own.” TJ says encouragingly.

“The prize is different for the single costumes and an angel just on it’s own?” Cyrus scoffs, “How original.”

TJ takes a moment to try and think of something to say that would make Cyrus feel better but he came up empty.

“You have a chance at the single prize though.” Cyrus says kindly, “Your mom was right, you do look very handsome.” Cyrus pretends like he was going to pinch TJ’s cheek to which TJ swats Cyrus’s hand away and rolls his eyes to mask how nervous and embarrassed that made him.

TJ’s embarrassment over Cyrus’s comment quickly fades when a thought comes to his mind. “We could enter the costume competition together.”

Cyrus coaxes his head in confusion.

“Don’t tell me you’ve never seen Romeo and Juliet?” TJ is surprised.

It takes a second but it clicks in Cyrus’s brain. Baz Luhrmann’s, Romeo + Juliet featuring an angel winged Juliet and a knightly Romeo at a costume party. “Oh,” he laughs that it took as long as it did, “Of course. I’ve definitely seen the movie. You have?” Cyrus is a little surprised.

“Because I’m the basketball guy I can’t be cultured?” TJ pretends to be offended but breaks with a laugh quickly, “I watched it for English last semester. It’s super depressing, I even cried a little bit.”

Cyrus smiles to himself that TJ wasn’t embarrassed about sharing that. “You really want to enter together?” Cyrus is dubious, “Wouldn’t that be a little weird?”

“Why?” TJ shrugs, “And if you say because we’re both guys I’ll be really disappointed.”

“I wasn’t going to say that,” Cyrus mumbles even though he was definitely going to say that.

“People gender bend costumes all the time.” TJ states unfazed.

“Alright, I guess I’m Juliet then.” Cyrus laughs and TJ smiles. “But if we’re entering as this iconic version of the star-crossed lovers then we’re doing it correctly.” Cyrus holds his hands up and takes a step closer to TJ, making the basketball captain step back nervously.

“What are you doing?” TJ holds out his hands defensively.

“If you’re going to be a young Leo, we’re definitely getting the hair right.” Cyrus wiggles his fingers.

“Do I have to?” TJ pouts.

“I really want to go to go to the waterpark.” Cyrus says. “Don't you want to come to the waterpark with me?” Cyrus wears a puppy dog expression.

“Fine.” TJ admits defeat quickly and allows Cyrus to play with his hair, leaving him with young Leo’s signature side parted do.

“Perfect.” Cyrus says once he’s finished.

“We should probably get out of this maze and sign our names up for the costume competition before it’s too late.” TJ highlights.

“Right.” Cyrus nods and holds out his right arm and places it against the hay bale.

“What are you doing?” TJ questions.

“If you keep one hand against the wall of the maze at all times you’ll solve it without getting lost.” Cyrus explains.

TJ furrows his brows together, “Way to suck all the fun out of it,” he laughs.

“Excuse me for not wanting to get lost.” Cyrus frowns.

“That’s half the fun,” TJ shakes his head at Cyrus, “Rigging it so you get out is just boring. Come on, hand off the wall,” TJ tugs at Cyrus’s arm, “We’re finishing the maze the way everyone should.”

“Helplessly?” Cyrus asks dramatically.

“Don’t worry, I’ll let you hold my hand if you get too scared.” TJ jokes but it makes Cyrus nervous.

TJ forces Cyrus to choose left or right - without having a hand to the wall - and the two go on their way. Cyrus erupts in laughter at how squeaky TJ’s costume was once they started walking, earning him a playful shove from TJ. It took a while but the two made it out of the maze together eventually. At one point Cyrus could have sworn TJ was making them take the same wrong turns purposely but Cyrus didn’t say anything because he was having so much fun.

The two boys stick together for the whole night. They had to parade around in their matching costumes together as a way to drum up attention for a win but really that was just an excuse for the two to spend more time together.

The reimagined Romeo and Juliet take out first place for the group costume prize seeing Cyrus happily win the waterpark tickets he desperately wanted. TJ offered to give up his ticket so Cyrus could take Andi or Buffy with him but Cyrus refuses that idea and insists they go together, which TJ definitely didn't have an issue with.

Cyrus returns home that night on a high. His face hurt from smiling and he laid away in bed thinking about how he and TJ accidentally showed up in the perfect couples costume and how casual TJ was about them being viewed that way. A very happy coincidence indeed.

The whole Romeo and Juliet thing stuck around as a joke between the pair for quite sometime, they’d alway joke about being soulmates, that was until the whole couple thing became less of a joke and more of a reality for the young pair. After that they liked to compare themselves to couples that have a happier ending.

End Notes: Hope you enjoy it everyone and the anon who sent it! I know I’m a teensy bit late with halloween but it’s not a thing for me so dnt judge haha!! X

#tyrus #tyrus au #tyrus one shot #tj kippen #cyrus goodman #andi mack

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puppetmaster13u · 7 months

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Who wants some Scarecrow & Fright Knight art-

#batman au #dcxdp #dpxdc #crowknight #scarecrow x fright knight #art #sketch #look I am just saying that FK deserves magic glowy tattoos in human form #Also yes he's just in sweatpants #they're in love your honor #Liminal scarecrow #uncle scarecrow au #though honestly could be any au #ibispaintx

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cait-writes-stuff · 7 years

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Home - Arkham!Jason x Reader

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A/N: AAAAAHHHH Beauty and the Beast comes out this week so I’m celebrating it the only way I know how: by making an angsty songfic. So this one is based off the Broadway version’s ‘Home’. It’s one of my absolute favorite songs from all the iterations of Beauty and the Beast!

Word count: 1,737

You’re an idiot of the absolute worst kind.

The city had been evacuated and you were just about to get on the very last bus out of the city when you realized you had left all of your father’s research back at your apartment. Your father urged you to forget about it, that it wasn’t important but you ran off anyway before he could stop you. That research was important, he had been working on it your entire childhood and you just knew that it would change the world one day. You couldn’t just sit by and chance it being destroyed along with the city.

So you ran back into the city, knowing fully well that there would be no more evacuation buses headed out of the city and there was a possibility that you might die. You dad tried to stop you as did the officers guarding the buses but you easily slipped past them. You father tried going after you but the officers were successful in stopping him.

‘Don’t worry dad. We’ve lived in Gotham for over twenty years, I’m sure I can find a way to survive this new level of hell.’

You quickly travel back to your apartment and shuffle through the papers at your father’s desk before stuffing them, along with his numerous notebooks into your backpack. When you thought you had everything that you could possibly ever miss you left your apartment and locked the door behind you. Tightly clutching the straps of your backpack you cautiously made your way to the GCPD building. You figured that would be the safest place for you given the circumstances.

The city is in a worse state than you thought. Criminals run rampant, raiding unsecured stores and breaking into any abandoned cars left of the street. The city is empty so the city’s worms came out to feast on Gotham’s corpse.You kept your head down and tried to avoid drawing any attention to yourself. But of course you couldn’t be that lucky. A group of thugs spotted you and started following you, calling catcalls at you as they stalked behind you. Your heart started racing as you began to quicken your pace. You need to get to the police station now.

You were less than a block from the GCPD building when the thugs roughly grabbed you by the arm and shoved you against the brick wall of a building.

“Pretty and dumb. Just my type.” One of them purred in your ear. You felt like vomiting at the way they were leering at you. One of the thugs reached up and attempted to grab hold of your face but you responded by biting down on his hand. He howled in pain and whipped his gun out, pressing it against your temple.

“Fucking bitch! Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t pump your head full of lead. Gotham’s lawless now sweetheart, no one’s going to care if one bitch drops dead.” He growled, cocking the gun, fully prepared to pull the trigger. You clenched your eyes closed so that you wouldn’t see the shot coming. You nearly jumped out of your skin when you heard a nearby gunshot ring out but you slowly opened your eyes when you realized the shot didn’t come from the gun pressed to your head. You relief was short lived however when you saw that your attacker now had a fresh bullet hole through his temple, his expression now blank and lifeless.

You screamed in fright and shoved the corpse away from you. The body hit the pavement with a hard thud. The other attackers ran off as soon as the shot had rang out but now you were trying to run away as well. Your body ran smack into the assassin, his hands reaching out to take hold of your arms. You let out another scream which he instantly covered with his large hand.

“Do you want to get shot?” He growled through the modified voice his helmet was omitting. With tears streaming down your cheeks you shook your head fearfully. Suddenly, a car speed down the road and squealed to a stop in front of you.

“Get in.” Your new captor demanded. You were hesitant to follow his orders but at the same time you very much wanted to survive tonight. When you were seated in the car he tied a blindfold over your eyes and instructed the driver to go.

“Where are you taking me?” You asked, your voice quivering with fear. The car was silent except for the occasional chatter of the radio in the front seat. Your captor sighed and shifted forward in the seat.

“I’m taking you somewhere safe. Gotham is about to turn into a giant shit show.”

“Please. I just want to go home.” You pleaded.

“Believe me, this is the safest place in Gotham. Nothing bad will happen to you.” He swore. The car drove on in heavy silence until you eventually felt it come to a stop.

“I’m going to pick you up now. I’m not going to hurt you.” He warned before taking you into his arms and lifting you off the seat. He walked with you in his arms for a ways before he set you back on your feet, keeping a firm hand on your shoulder as if to say ‘don’t fucking run’. You hear the click of a lock and he guides you through the doorway before closing the door behind him. He steps behind you and removes the blindfold from your eyes.

You blinked a few times as your eyes adjusted to taking in light again. You were surprised to find that the place he took you to looked like a cozy apartment other than the fact that there were no windows. All the light in the apartment-like bunker came from artificial light sources.

You turned to him, finally getting a good look at him for the first time. He was tall and muscular but that’s about all that you could tell about him because covering his face was a smooth that glowed blue. His whole appearance seemed soldier like and his whole appearance screamed power and control.

“Please let me go. I won’t tell anybody about any of this I swear.” You pleaded once more. Everything about this man frightened you to the bone. How the hell did you get yourself into this mess?

“This is for your own safety. You’ll be safe here for now.” He repeated. “If you need anything there are guards just outside the door.”

“Please I-” You started to argue

“You’re staying here. It won’t be safe out there for you tonight. This is your home for now.” He leaves slamming the door behind him. You rush to the door and turned the handle to find it locked from the outside.

“Let me go! Please!” You cried pounding at the door only to be met with silence. When you realized that you would be getting no help from anyone, you hung your head in your hands and slid down the door. You brought your knees up to your chin and began sobbing. You felt so hopeless and terrified. You just wanted to go home.

When you had no more tears to shed you pushed yourself onto your feet and aimlessly explored what would be your new home. You couldn’t help but to bitterly scoff at the thought. Home? How could you ever consider a place like this home?

Sighing, you walked into what would best be described as a living room and found the remote to the TV, your only line to the outside world. You changed it to the news channel only to see coverage of the carnage that was plaguing the city right now. You supposed your captor was right. There was no way you’d be able to survive up there now. If only for your survival for your father’s sake, this was the best place for you to stay.

Not that you really had a choice in the matter anyway.

Your blood boiled when the news coverage turned to who was behind all this. A photo taken from a blurry security camera was blown up on the screen. On figure was clearly the Scarecrow, the other unknown accomplice at his side was currently being debated by the commentators but you knew that striking figure from anywhere. This man who was plotting to take over the city was the same man who seemed to care enough about your safety to hide you away wherever this place was.

You felt sick to your stomach. Sick that a monster like him showed you some level of consideration, sick that this man had so much power over you and the city, sick that you were powerless to stop any of this. All you could do was sit here, locked away, and watch the horror unfold.

Savior or not, you could never forgive him for what he was doing to your city. If he thinks that sparing you from what he had planned made everything right he needs to think again.

You got to your feet and threw the remote down on the couch behind you. You had to find a way out of here and soon. You started searching the bunker for any way out. The apartment was flawless and had no clear way out other than the front door. The door was clearly not an option seeing as how the Arkham Knight’s men would be standing guard. There is no escape.

You felt a chill strike though your heart. You don’t deserve to lose your freedom in this way but you could see no way out. What you’d give to return to the life that you’ve known lately to escape this entire nightmare and just be back home at your family’s side.

But you can’t. You are at the complete mercy of this monster shut away from the world until who knows when. If you’re here for a day or forever you will never stop trying to escape. He’ll have to build higher walls around you, post an army at your door, change every lock and key before you’d ever stop trying to escape the Arkham Knight.

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fanfic-inator795 · 7 years

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Lego Batman Oneshot: No Fear

Plot: Every hero has something to fear... Both old fears and new ones... Thankfully, hugs make it better.

((Yaaay, new fic! ^v^ Thought of this while I was watching my brother fight Scarecrow in the new Injustice game. Enjoy!

Also, quick warning. Soooorta graphic imagery ahead. But I mean, graphic for Legos. So, no actual blood or anything. Still, I wanted to give you guys a head’s up!))

The full moon had already risen above Gotham, with the dark violet sky acting as its stage as it shone down on the city. Below, there were plenty of people out and about - not too surprising, since Gotham was a big city after all. Of course it would have a healthy nightlife, even after all the crime that usually happened during this time.

And speaking of which...

*BOOM!*

Several citizens quickly turned towards the explosion, each letting out a small scream or gasp in surprise. Others just instantly ran for cover out of instinct. However, as the green gas from the explosion began quickly washing over the late-night shopping and/or clubbing crowd, very few managed to escape it.

And, as more screams of fright were heard, a raspy laugh echoed over them. “Yessss,” the masked man smirked as he sauntered through the chemical fog, a metal pack full of fear gas on his back and a hose in his hand, “Another successful experiment~”

All around him he could see people afraid - and not just of him, but of their own imaginations. From spiders and killer mosquitoes, to snakes and giant hungry rats, to- ...giant man-eating tax forms apparently (the doctor actually felt kinda sorry for that guy), everyone on this block was seeing their worst fears!

And Scarecrow was loving it.

“Now, let’s see how many more people I can frighten~ Perhaps I should take my little experiment to the bank next.” After all, fear gas wasn’t cheap. And hey, what was crime without a little robbery?

Chuckling again, the Scarecrow started heading towards the next street, but stopped when he saw something fly by out of the corner of his eye. “Huh?” Unfortunately, he was just a bit too slow, and as Scarecrow turned to try and block the attack, a bat-a-rang ended up hitting and getting stuck in his fear-gas hose, blocking it completely.

“No!” The Scarecrow’s scowl deepened as he looked up - and sure enough, he could see a pair of white, glowing eyes staring him down. “Batman... Hmph, I would be a fool if I had thought that you wouldn’t come after me tonight. However, you’re still a fool for being here!”

“Maybe,” Batman gruffly replied as he stayed in the shadows, “But come on, did you really think I’d just stay in the cave and let you terrorize everyone in Gotham?”

“Oh come now, it’s only a little experiment!” Scarecrow insisted, “A bit of late-night chemistry. Scarecrows never sleep, Batman. Always vigilant, always spreading fear - or, in my case, fear and gas. Speaking of which-” Lifting up his hose, he started to pull on the stuck bat-a-rang, “How about I give you a taste of my latest concoction?!”

“Sorry, Scarecrow!” A new voice shouted, making the villain flinch, “But-!” From behind him, a rope was thrown and instantly wrapped around him, trapping him as well as keeping him from releasing more gas.

Robin smiled proudly before hopping down from his position. “It looks like science class is canceled for tonight!”

Batman smirked, giving his sidekick/son a small nod of approval - he really was improving on his awesome one-liners, and Batman couldn’t be prouder! - before hopping down himself. “Heh, if it’s any consolation though, you should still be able to make it to Arkham’s villain arts and crafts class tomorrow.”

However, instead of looking disappointed or angry, Scarecrow simply smirked, even as the Dark Knight started walking towards him with bat-cuffs in his hand. “You know, I really am more of a chemist than an artist so, I think I’m going to skip out. Besides, every experiment has a back-up plan!”

With that, Scarecrow threw his head forward. He nearly gave himself whiplash, but (more importantly) he also managed to knock his straw hat off his head. A hat that, as soon as it hit the ground, automatically released a whole cloud of fear gas!

“Hey!” Batman shouted, glaring and squinting through the gas as he heard both evil laughter and footsteps. Maybe Scarecrow couldn’t use his arms, but he could still run and escape! But Batman wasn’t about to let that happen! So, ignoring the gas the best he could, the vigilante ran through it and after the masked doctor.

Robin however, just backed up and covered his mouth. “Uh oh...” He may have still been a new hero, but he still knew how powerful Scarecrow’s fear gas could be. The Boy Wonder could still remember nearly a year ago when Scarecrow released a bunch of it near the orphanage. Most of the kids had been affected by it, and Dick himself had had nightmares about his parents for almost a whole week...

But, as unpleasant as those memories were, he wasn’t about to let them stop him from helping his padre! So, holding his breath and going as quickly as he could, Robin took off his sparkly cape and wrapped it over his mouth and nose like a bandana.

Maybe it wouldn’t keep out all the fear gas, but it would at least slow its effect on him. And with that taken care of, the boy ran after his father and their villain of the night.

The two of them had actually gotten pretty far, and with all his movement (combined with his own skinniness), the Scarecrow actually managed to shake off the ropes. Now all he had to do was unclog his weapon. “Come on... Come on-!”

He gave a small yelp as another bat-a-rang whizzed by his head. Close, but still a miss! “A miscalculation, eh Batman?” Scarecrow shouted back at him as he turned a corner into an alley.

Batman however just narrowed his eyes. His vision was starting to blur, but he wasn’t going to let that stop him. He simply got out his grappling hook and shot it up towards a nearby fire escape, using it as a sort of jumping point/shortcut into the alleyway. “Are you sure you aren’t the one who’s miscalculated, Scarecrow?”

“Huh?” the still-running doctor raised an eyebrow as he looked over his shoulder, trying to find his pursuer, “And just how can you say that?!”

...Unfortunately for Scarecrow, no sooner had he said that did he look forward and see exactly what Batman had meant. And as the doctor’s feet screeched to a halt, Batman simply glided down and stood behind him. “Because, you’re the one who just ran right into a dead end.”

No nearby windows into buildings to jump through, no holes or pipes to crawl through, and a wall that was way too big for anyone without a grappling hook to climb. The Scarecrow sighed, muttering under his breath about how he knew there was a dead end here, he simply forgot.

“Now,” Batman started to say as he crossed his arms, “Are we going to do this the easy ‘take-you-to-Arkham’ way, or the punching way? What’s it going to be, Scarecrow?”

“A simple enough choice, I suppose,” Scarecrow shrugged, still facing towards the high brick wall, “In fact, it reminds me of another. The old ‘Fight or Flight’ decision that the brain has to make each time it’s faced with danger - faced with something threatening and intimidating enough to cause the mind to enter into a state of primeval panic. So, tell me Batman-”

The doctor finally turned around, with a bat-a-rang in one hand, and an open hose in the other.

“Which will you choose~?”

With that, Batman was practically smothered with gas. The Dark Knight coughed, covering his face with his cape the best he could. “Ggh-! S-Scarecrow!” Even through the thick green clouds, he still could see the villain trying to escape. “No! Not gonna happen, Scarecrow!”

After all, it wasn’t like this was his first time being poisoned with fear gas. He could deal with it. He just had to stay focused! Stay focused... Stay focused... Stay-!

Batman stepped forward, using his arms to push away the gas. He quickly spotted an arm and- ...Wait. The arm... It wasn’t Scarecrow’s. It was on the ground, and it had a blue sleeve on it. “What...?”

The hero took a couple more steps forward and- He completely froze at the sight.

All around him were... were his friends. His family. Alfred, Barbara, even people like Jim Gordon and the Joker! But they weren’t just lying there. No... They were lying in pieces. Completely and utterly broken with X’s over their eyes.

However, as horrible as seeing all of this was, Batman’s clouded mind quickly focused on just one set of body parts - arms and legs that had been adorned in bright red and green clothing. “No... No!”

Batman couldn’t even move - the most he did was falling to his knees - yet the image of his son’s broken body somehow came closer. And, unlike the others, his eyes weren’t just X’s. No, instead Dick’s eyes were wide and filled with fear and sadness and pain... He was supposed to protect his son. So why? Why didn’t he protect him?!

All around him, Scarecrow’s chuckles echoed. In the back of his mind, Batman knew the villain was escaping, but his body didn’t budge. His eyes still couldn’t look away from his broken family - his broken son.

“It really is nice to see that I can still get a reaction out of you, Batman,” Scarecrow taunted, his pace now slow since he no longer needed to run. Besides, he always loved watching the effects of his gas. “Even if it does take an extra dose or two, I can easily say it’s worth it. Oh, but don’t worry! I’ve got plenty more for the rest of this city!”

“Oh really?” a familiar, slightly muffled voice asked. Eyes widening, Scarecrow turned around - and nearly got hit with a metal bo-staff. Yelping slightly, the Scarecrow jumped back while Robin glared at him. “Then I guess I just have that much more I have to take from you!”

“Hmph...” The doctor began to narrow his own eyes. “As if a child could ever intimidate me!”

“Yeah well, no one said that I had to intimidate you to beat you!” Robin retorted. With that, Robin leapt up and swung his staff at the Scarecrow. Again, Scarecrow dodged, but this required moving back into the alley. If he wanted to escape, he’d now have to get past the Boy Wonder.

“Grr, little brat!” Admittedly, Scarecrow wasn’t the greatest hand-to-hand fighter, but he still had a couple tricks up his straw sleeves! After managing to dodge another would-be blow, he quickly got out a gun and started firing. “Pew pew!”

Retracting his bo-staff, Robin ducked and rolled out of the way out of the bullets. Once he was safe though, he quickly extended his staff and used it to help him pull jump up and over the Scarecrow!

Before the villain could even try to turn around and shoot the boy, he felt a sharp kick in his back strong enough to knock him to the ground. Not wanting to give him a second chance, Robin also made sure to push the gun away from him before pointing his staff at the Scarecrow. “Gotcha!”

“Erg, t-that’s what you think, boy!” Still desperate to escape, the Scarecrow held up a fear-gas grenade - and dropped it just before he could press the activate button, thanks to a flying bat-a-rang. A bat-a-rang that, once he had unstuck it from his hose, he had simply discarded. “NO!”

Robin grinned as he glanced over his shoulder. “Nice shot, Batda-!” He stopped, his smile falling as he noticed that his father was still on his knees. “...Padre? A-Are you-?”

“Robin. Cuffs.” “Oh! Ah, right...”

It didn’t take long for GCPD to arrive at the alley, and with Scarecrow already in handcuffs, it was easy to take him in. Still, as successful as their mission had been, Batman still only gave half-hearted “Thank yous” as he and Robin headed towards the Bat-mobile.

Worry still clearly on his face, Dick spoke up once more. “So, uh... Batman? Is everything-?”

“Seat belt,” Batman reminded him, his voice quiet yet still just a bit stern.

“Oh, right. Got it.” The boy quickly put his seat belt on, and the Dark Knight started the car.

“...You’re alright, right?” his father asked suddenly as ‘Puter drove them back towards the Cave.

Smiling a bit, Dick nodded. “Yeah, I’m fine. I don’t think I got much of the gas, thanks to my cape.”

“Good... Good to hear. Nice work.”

“Thanks! ...And, what about you, Padre? Are you-?”

“I’ll be fine.” And with that, the conversation had ended, leading to only silence and light radio noises the rest of the ride home.

()()()()()()()()()

Bats squeaked and fluttered above as he poked his lobster thermidor. He’d only managed to eat a couple bites of it so far, and it was starting to get cold again, as had the earl grey tea that he had told Alfred to bring him.

Batman sighed. Getting exposed to any kind of gas always seemed to cause him to lose his appetite, whether it was sleeping gas, laughing gas, poison plant gas or-...

“Ugh. Stupid fear gas...” He had already taken some antidote for it, but he knew very well that it wouldn’t really start to kick in for at least another half hour or so. Until then, he’d just have to at least try and relax. Forcing his fork into the seafood, he took a bite of the luke-warm lobster and slowly closed his tired eyes.

...Unfortunately, once his eyes were closed, all he could see were broken friends and family members he had let down.

Choking slightly on his bite, Batman quickly opened his eyes and made himself swallow. “No...” He muttered, squeezing his fist.

He thought he was used to whatever Scarecrow’s fear gas had to throw at him. Snakes, clowns, his parents’ disappointed faces - even visions of that one bad night in Crime Alley... He had faced them all, and he had still managed to break through these horrible, fearful visions all on his own and save the day from Scarecrow each time.

But this...? How could he just forget seeing something like this?

“...Batdad?”

Gasping slightly, Batman turned his chair around and threw a punch. Thankfully, the person behind him had not only been expecting it, but also knew how to block. “Whoops,” Dick said, looking more sheepish than frightened by the attack, “Sorry, didn’t mean to-”

“I wasn’t!” Batman shouted, a bit too loudly, “I-I mean, you didn’t scare me. It was just, uh, heroic reflexes, you know?”

“Heh, right,” Dick said, smiling for just a moment.

“Yeah. So, uh... What did you need, buddy?” Batman asked.

“Well...” Dick glanced away slightly, “I, I guess I just wanted to check up on you. I, I know you probably inhaled some of that fear gas and, well-”

“I-” Batman started to argue, but as soon as he saw his son’s concern he stopped, giving another small sigh. “Yeah, I... I guess I did breathe a bit of it in, yeah,” he admitted (finally), “But, I’m not lying when I say I’ll be fine, okay? I mean, it’s not like this is my first time getting gassed by the Scarecrow. I’m used to this sort of thing. And, and I’ve already taken antidote for it anyway so-”

“But are you still being affected by the gas right now?” Dick interrupted.

Again, Batman felt the need to tell the truth, albeit a bit reluctantly. “Ugh, yeah, I’m... I’m still being affected by it. But the antidote should kick in soon. Shouldn’t be too long now. ‘Bout half an hour wait, tops. So it’s fine, really.”

Forcing it only a little, he gave Dick a small smile before turning back around. Maybe he ate a bit more and made it look like everything was normal, the kid would stop worrying. So, he stuck his fork back into the lobster, lifted it up towards his mouth and Batman stopped, blinking as he felt a pair of small (yet still very strong) arms wrap themselves around him. “Huh?”

As surprised as he was, he fought the urge to try and break out of the hold. Instead, the Dark Knight put the lobster back on his plate before looking down at Dick. The kid was leaning over the armrest of the Batcave’s computer chair just so he could hug his dad, not caring how uncomfortable the position might have been for him. “Uhh... What are you doing, Dick?”

“Hugging you,” Dick replied simply.

“Well, yeah, I can see that,” Batman told him, rolling his eyes slightly, “I mean, why are you hugging me?” Even if he had gotten somewhat used to it, he still couldn’t help but feel a bit awkward about it.

Dick however, unsurprisingly, didn’t mind the hugging at all. “Now just seemed like a good time for hugging,” he explained, still refusing to let go.

“Okayyy... And just how long is this ‘hug time’ thing going to last, cause it’s been almost a minute already-”

“Eh, I’d say maybe... half an hour tops?” Even if wasn’t really able to look up at his father, Dick knew he was probably giving him a flat look.

“Dick, this really isn’t necessary.”

“Well, I kinda think it is, Batdad. So, I’m gonna keep doing it.”

“Yeahhh no. Come on, Dick, let go.” “Nope, sorry Padre!” “Dick-” “Nope!” “Kid-!” “Nuh-uh!” “Richard-!”

“I’m not going to let you be all alone while you’re feeling scared, Dads.”

“...” Once again, Batman couldn’t help but fall silent at that. And as he sat there without a word, he felt Dick hug him tighter - tight enough to feel his adoptive father’s shaking, despite his attempts to hide it.

“You wouldn’t let me just sit somewhere all alone, feeling sad and afraid,” Dick quietly told him, “Not while fighting crime, not in Arkham Asylum, not after Joker’s big top scheme - not ever! So... So I’m not gonna let you sit here all alone either!”

“...Heh.” Batman smiled, just a little. “Yeah... Yeah okay, fair enough. I guess it’s hug time then.” He paused for a moment. “Though, maybe we should move this hug thing upstairs, just so your arms don’t get too tired. Besides, I could use some more tea anyway.”

Dick smiled. “Sounds like a good idea to me!”

With that, Batman stood up - and Dick continued to hug his shoulders as tight as he could, hanging off them now. “Huh... You know, maybe I was right to assume that your hugs are actually attacks,” Batman smirked, making Dick giggle a bit, “Come on, kid. Let’s go.” “I’m right beside you, Batdad!”

Maybe it was a bit unorthodox - and certainly different from what Batman was used to - but he supposed it wasn’t the worst thing in the world. Just like how letting people in wasn’t necessarily the worst thing either. Far from it, in fact.

“...Hey, Dick?” Batman spoke up as he pressed the button to the bat-elevator.

“Hm? Yeah?” Dick replied.

Maneuvering his arm slightly, making sure not to accidentally shake his son off him, Batman managed to wrap an arm around Dick’s waist and return the hug. “...Thanks, kiddo.”

Dick smiled, laying his head on his dad’s shoulder. “No problem, Padre. Any time.”

Yes, the fear was hard to deal with at times. Very hard and very tiring. And yet, the more Batman thought about it, the more he knew it was true: Even if this fear was tough, having a family was still more than worth it.

It had taken him a while to learn that, but with Dick and the others being willing to stay by his side, he knew he would never truly forget it.

THE END

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