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ggomos-maribat · 2 years

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BDBWM Day 3 | Meeting the JL

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*Set Post-Hawkmoth defeat, but before Mari moves in with the Waynes. Thank you to the people over at the MGI server who suggested the subjects for each member

When Ladybug and Chat Noir arrive at the headquarters, a few Justice League members come to meet them. The two Parisian heroes can’t help but notice that the JL are feeling a little off. Tired, restless or slightly distressed.

“Why do I have a feeling you know something about this?” Chat whispers to Ladybug.

“Umm—”

“I’m doing homework right now.” Marinette props her legs up to her chest, adjusting the camera of her tablet so she can see the video call properly. “Do you happen to know anyone I can ask for help?”

“On what subject, sweetie?” Bruce asks.

“Uhh, a lot. Here, I’ll send a list to you.”

Her father hums as he scans the list. “What about your brothers?”

She wrinkles her nose. “Them? No. Not them. Any other suggestions? Do you want to help me?”

“I wish I could. Unfortunately, I have meetings lined up for the next few days. I’ll send you some contacts of mine to help.” Bruce types on his laptop. “I’ll let them know ahead of time that you’ll be calling.”

“Cool. Thanks, Dad.” Marinette looks up and gawks at the names on the list. Did he seriously send these. . .?

“I’ll tell you about it later,” Ladybug whispers back.

“I am glad that you can join us, Ladybug.” Wonder Woman steps forward and takes her hand. “The Paris situation may be solved but there are still a lot of things to take care of.”

Ladybug guiltily notes her lack of energy.

“Hello? Auntie Diana?” Marinette says after warily dialing the number.

“Marinette! Bruce said that I’ll be able to help with your History homework.” Diana says. “Ask away, dear.”

“Right, let’s see . . .”

As it turns out, she’s not any better of a teacher than Plagg. While Marinette appreciated her rambles about her own adventures, she only needs the gist of the progression of industrialization in Europe. She still patiently listens for a couple hours, however.

“You both seem so young,” Superman mumbles from his seat while hunched over a notepad.

Ladybug hides her wince. “Yeah, we get that a lot.”

“We first started when we were thirteen.” Chat casually stretches. She elbows his side.

“Uncle Clark? I got this article-writing homework . . . We have to write an essay about the Paris tragedies.”

“But that’s such a broad topic!”

“I know! I complained too, since it can bring up some traumatic memories for my classmates, but our teacher won’t budge.” Marinette shudders.

“Alright, first you have to . . .” Clark Kent then proceeds to spill his waterfall of ideas, which Marinette knows will exceed the maximum word count.

“And—wait a minute, I can just write it for you!”

“Huh? But Uncle C—”

“Don’t worry about it, I’ll have it done before your deadline.”

Something tells Marinette that he’ll be neglecting his civilian job for a while.

“Thirteen? Who allowed you children to fight a terrorist at that age?” Green Arrow frowns.

The Parisian duo sigh at the same time.

“Okay! Thanks for helping me with Physics, Uncle Ollie.” Marinette adds the units of her answer at last. “One last thing, do you mind if I ask you a bit about Math?”

“What is it?”

“It’s pretty long. Uhh, wait a sec, I’ll send you a picture.”

“What’s with these messy solutions? The answer’s wrong. You have to do it this way . . .”

“But Uncle Bars said—”

“Barry? Nevermind what he said. I’ll send in the right solutions.”

The Flash is giving the archer the stink eye. “We’re here to talk about Paris, not about their ages or qualifications.”

“Hello—”

“Marinette! You asked Oliver about your Math homework?!”

“Yeah, I just wanted a second opinion—”

“But my answer is correct!”

“Uncle Ollie said no, though . . .”

“Argh! Just wait, I’m gonna run over to him. He’s simplifying the stuff that can’t be canceled out! I already told him!”

When Ladybug fidgets a little, Chat gives her a look of suspicion. She thinks about not telling him what transpired in the span of twenty-four hours.

“How old are you both now? Seventeen? Eighteen?” Aquaman butts in to ask them. “Is an Atlantean diorama a good school project? It is, right?”

“So Uncle Art, I was thinking of having an aquaponics project for my—”

“Ha! How nice to see you curious about Atlantean culture!”

“Wait, I said aquaponics—”

“You can quote me, the king himself! What do you want to know?”

Ladybug fights back a groan and a scowl towards Batman, who’s busy working on the computer. This is all Dad’s fault.

BONUS:

“Marinette, what grade did you get for that essay?”

“. . . A fifteen out of twenty.”

“Fifteen? Out of twenty?! She gave an extensive essay written by Clark Kent, proofread by Lois Lane a fifteen out of twenty?!”

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evvy96 · 1 year

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Syphon - Kaldur’ahm x Reader

y/n= your name s/h/n= superhero name e/c= eye colour h/c= hair colour h/l= hair length s/c=skin colour

“Okay team, we have a hostage situation. Somewhere near Atlantis is a submarine holding an unknown villain and only one hostage. She’s a prodigy of Queen Mera, studying sorcery. Her powers are unlike anything we’ve ever experienced before, which is the reason we believe she has been taken. We don’t know her name, but she could be in great danger.” Nightwing turned towards the team as he finished the debrief. Robin turned away from his brother, formulating a plan as he spoke. “Okay guys. This will need to be a basic team assignment. Because I’m not familiar with the ocean or its floor map, Aqualad, you will lead this mission.” With a nod, the basic team; Robin, Aqualad, Impulse (no one is ready to call his Kid Flash yet, the pain of losing Wally is still too fresh), Miss Martian, Superboy and Artemis; Kaldur explained the plan.

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Everyone in position? Kaldur called through the telepathic link. Everyone was in their camouflage swim gear, surrounding a submarine that took the form of a large Shark. He received a chorus of acknowledgement from the surrounding team mates, followed by another voice, Robin’s. Any news from (y/n)? She might be able to tell us who was taken, her being a student of Queen Mera and all. Unfortunately not. He responded. I believe she is too deep into her new studies to contact us at this present time. We will visit her when we are finished here.

They had no trouble breaking in to the sub, or taking down the guards throughout the deceivingly many hallways, however, there lay a few surprises awaiting them the moment they broke through the control room doors. “Black Manta?! I thought we locked you away?” Impulse exclaimed. Kaldur’s father turned to face the intruders, a wicked grin adorning his face. “Ah, the Young Justice League. I was wondering when you would show up to help your friend. I daresay she was starting to lose hope you would even show up. Isn’t that right, dear one?” The villain stepped aside to reveal a young girl wrapped in chains and held to the floor on her knees. Her (h/l) (h/c) hair hung limply around her face, greasy and slightly matted, signifying she had been there much longer than they had first anticipated. The League stopped dead in their tracks as their eyes landed on her, a shocked gasp escaping the girls and Aqualad. “(S/H/N)!”

Her (e/c) eyes lifted at the mention of her name, the usually vibrant colour dulled and none of the hope they would normally hold. “Kal-A-Aqualad? Miss M? I-is it really you? Are you actually here?” Manta chortled, crossing over to her and lifting her chin with his finger, and filling Aqualad with rage. “Oh it’s them sweetheart. They get to stand there and watch as your magical aura is completely drained from your body and stored for the Light’s personal use.” A pulse swept through the room, sticking the team to the floor as (s/h/n) started to struggle against her chains, though too weak to cause much damage. Manta activated the syphon directed at (y/n), causing her to emit a scream of pain. The team struggled in their places, trying to get free and put a stop to the ray draining (y/n)’s life force.

Aqualad began to feel helpless. He watched as the girl he had fallen in love with get the life sucked out of her, and felt the underlying rage he had held since before Wally’s death surge to the surface. With a battle-like cry, he summoned the water that surrounded the submarine, breaking through the air chamber and surging through the hallways to his hands, the streams curing up around his arms and legs and lifting him off the floor. He charged towards his father, slamming him away from the controls and shorting out the panel. The syphon switched off and (y/n) slumped in her place, the chains preventing her from falling to the floor.

Aqualad ran to her aid as the rest of the team restrained Black Manta. Her bonds broke away with a slash of his water bearers, and she fainted into his arms. Kaldur cradled her as if she were made of porcelain, brushing her hair away from her face to reveal her pale (s/c) skin. Her cheeks had hollowed out, and the underneath of her eyes resembled a ditch that had been just shoveled out, the deep dark grey frightening Kaldur almost as much as seeing her in his father’s clutches. “I am so sorry (y/n). I’m sorry I couldn’t get to you sooner; that you had to suffer for so long. But do not worry. I will never let them get to you again. I swear on my life… my angel.” He placed a gentle kiss to her forehead, a small hum emitting from the unconscious girl in his arms.

“Ha! You think The Light will just give up all that power? They’ll try again, and when they do, they’ll make sure you don’t even live to watch her suffer. She will belong to The Light, mark my words!” Black Manta called as he was escorted to the Bio-Ship, his evil cackle echoing in the now almost empty Control Room. Kaldur’ahm lifted (y/n) into his arms, carrying her Bridal Style as he made his way to the Bio-Ship himself, refusing to release her until they has arrived back in Poseidonis and personally placed her on one of the infirmary beds to be tended to.

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A bright white light engulfed (y’n)’s sight as her, somehow heavy, eyelids lifted, causing her to blink multiple times and a groan to escape her lips. When she had adjusted to the light, she surveyed her surroundings, determining that she was in an infirmary and that she was very, very sore. She tilted her head to one side to find the Young Justice League surrounding her bed, each of them seated in a chair with their heads down. At her groan, Superboy’s head had snapped up, his face lighting up as he saw the now conscious (y/n). “(Y/n)! You’re awake!” He exclaimed, catching the attention of everyone else, their heads also snapping up and to observe their teammate. Their relief was vocalized almost in chorus as they embraced her gently one by one, careful not to hurt her should they suffer the wrath of the nurses, or worse yet, Kaldur’ahm. (Y/n) smiled at her friends, happy to see them all, her memories of the recent events slowly returning to her. “Guys, it really was you. I wasn’t dreaming? Oh, thank the Gods! I’ve missed you all so much.” She looked around at everyone, her smile faltering as she noticed an absence. “Where’s Kaldur? Is he okay?” “He’s fine (y/n). We just sent him to eat and freshen up. He’s rarely left your side since we got here. Refused to leave before you woke up. Boy is he gonna be mad that you woke as soon as he left.” Robin explained, sending the Atlantean a message through his wrist communicator.

The team of friends spoke for a while longer before Kaldur came speeding into the room, the infirmary doors slamming open as he rushed to (y/n)’s bed, his breathing heavy as he set his eyes upon her figure. “(Y/n).” She smiled at her friend, “Hello Kaldur’ahm.” The two exchanged an awkward staring contest, prompting the rest of the team to silently take their leave, allowing them some privacy in (y/n)’s private room. “I…. I am glad you are alright. I was almost too late to save you. I’m sorry you had to go through that.” “It’s alright Kaldur’ahm. I’m here now and that is all that matters. Thank you for saving me. Robin was telling me you barely left my side since you brought me here. Is that true?” She could have sworn a blush creeped up onto the young Atlantean’s face as he stuttered out an affirmation, causing her to smile. “That is very sweet of you; you didn’t have to do that. The team told me I’ve been unconscious for around 10 days, I hate to think you’ve been merely sitting here waiting for me to wake up. I’m sorry I put you through that. This may sound strange, but I used to think about seeing you by my side when I was injured, and I for you. I had quite the crush on you when we were younger, but I never did anything about it because I saw how happy you were with Tula before we left to join Young Justice.”

Kaldur’s eyes widened as she confessed her old crush, not aware her crush had not disappeared over the years, yet gotten stronger. “Well, actually (y/n), I have a small confession of my own. You see, the reason I spent so much time with Tula is because I was trying to get over you. I liked you quite a lot when we were younger also, but I believed you had feelings for Garth, since you spent so much time with him.” A small silence fell between them as they pondered what the other had said. Had they really wasted all those years staring at each other discreetly, when they could have had the beautiful relationship they had each only dreamed of?

“(Y/n), I love you.” Kaldur suddenly burst out, walking to her side and taking one of her hands in both of his. “When I saw you chained down and in the hands of my father, I became so frightened. I thought I would lose you, and when I couldn’t move, when I had to watch as he drained the life out of you, I thought I would die myself. So when I managed to rescue you, I promised myself I would confess my feelings to you, no matter what your response would be. I understand if you do not reciprocate-” He was cut off as (y/n) pulled him forward, their lips colliding in a sweet kiss that felt as though the world around them had erupted into an explosion of colour.

When they separated, (y/n) smiled softly, gently caressing Kaldur’s cheek with her thumb. “Kaldur, I have loved you since the day we started our sorcery classes together and you accidentally knocked me down with an accidental water whip.” He smiled, leaning in to kiss her again, only to be interrupted by their friends coming back in to the room and sounding their “aw’s” and wolf whistles, from the girls and boys respectively. “Good for you, man.” Bart congratulated his friend, giving him a pat on the back. “We’ve been waiting for you two to get together since (y/n) first joined the team. You two were so obvious it was painful. How did you guys not notice that the other was head over heels for you?” he laughed, everyone else joining when (y/n) buried her head into Kaldur’s arm to hide her blush and embarrassment. Kaldur looked down at her, a smile permanently fixed on his face. Things were going to get better now, he could feel it. With (y/n) by his side as more than his friend, finally, he knew it could only get better.

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“ . . . we urgently appeal to our honored President, and hereby PETITION him to URGE the enactment into LAW . . . of either Senator France's or Representative Dyer ANTI-LYNCHING BILL.” Petition from the International Uplift League, 10/15/1922.

File Unit: 158260 section 3 #1, 1904 - 1974

Series: Straight Numerical Files, 1904 - 1974

Record Group 60: General Records of the Department of Justice, 1790 - 2002

Transcription:

[HEADER]

The International Uplift League

(Organized 1911: Re-Organized and Incorporated, A.D. 1915)

Object:-To Uplift and Develop the Colored Race Everywhere.

Motto:-Justice, Knowledge (Material and Spiritual) Health and Wealth.

President, Rev. Dr. Robert W. S. Thomas, M.A.

Treasurer, Mrs. Ruth M. Collett

Auditor, Charles M. Dorsey, Esq.

Chairman of the Executive Committee, Rev. George L. White, D.D., M.D.

General Secretary, David N.E. Campbell, M.D., M.O.

1369 N. Carey Street,

Baltimore, Md., U. S. A.

New Address,

119 Lefferts Place,

Brooklyn, New York.

ALL MEN UP!

Roosevelt.

Amended Petition. October 15th 1922.

A PETITION TO THE PRESIDENT

From

THE INTERNATIONAL UPLIFT LEAGUE.

To His Excellency,

The President of

The United States of America,

The White House, Washington, D.C.

Dear Mr. President:

For the GOOD and true HONOR of our beloved country, the United States of America, in the NAME of ALMIGHTY GOD, LYNCHING should be abolished. Opinion seems unanimous that the United States Government possesses permanently the greater jurisdictional control (about 3/4) over each United States Citizen; and the State in which the citizen resides holds the remaining (1/4) jurisdiction.

Hence the elimination of LYNCHING, our most heinous STIGMA, should be accomplished through the Federal Government, because the respective States, for more than fifty years, have failed to suppress LYNCHING. Therefore, we urgently appeal to our honored President, and hereby PETITION him to URGE the enactment into LAW, during the Extra Session of Congress, of either Senator France's or Representative Dyer ANTI-LYNCHING BILL. By such worthy and magnanimous ACT, Mr. President, you will immortalize your NAME like the illustrious Lincoln when we signed the Emancipation Proclamation. Amen.

For the Women.

(Miss) Emma J. Chrichton

For the Men.

David Newton E. Campbell

Secretary I.U. League

P.S. We hope to secure millions of signatures to this PETITION and forward same duly.

VIce Presidents,

Rev. Dr. George F. Bragg, Jr.

Hon. Ernest Lyon, D.D., LL.D.

Rev. Dr. Wm. Sampson Brooks, D.D.

Rev. W.W. Allen, D.D.

Rev. Dr. Thomas F. Reed

Hon. George W.F. McMechen

Mrs. Mary F. Bond.

Rev. Junius Gray, D.D.

Rev. L.C. Curtis, D.D.

Rev. N.M. Carroll, D.D.

Charles B Rodgers, Esq.

Mrs. Alric R. Campbell.

Rev. Ananias Brown, D.D.

Rev. James R. Diggs, A.M.

Rev. Dr. J.A. Briscoe.

Rev. Dr. A.B. Callis, Washington, D.C.

Miss Nannie H. Burroughs.

Rev. William H. Dean, D.D.

Rev. J. Harvey Randolph, D.D.

Rev. M.W.D. Norman, D.D.

Rev. C. Harold Stepteau, D.D.

Dr. Charles H. Marshall.

Rev. Walter H. Brooks, D.D.

Directors,

Joseph P. Evans, Esq.

Miss. Mary A.E. Bennett.

Joshua F.G.L. Duvall.

Arthur L. Macbeth, Esq.

Joseph S. Fennell, Esq.

William H. Bates, Esq.

Columbus Gordon, Esq.

Dr. Robert W. Brown.

Dr. Luther E. McNeill.

Rev. T.A. Thomas.

Prof. Howard M. Gross.

Dr. E.C. Morris.

Mrs. Mary F. Handy.

Dr. A.A. Terrell.

Mrs. Fannie Jenkins.

Mrs. Urania M. Ross.

Samuel Carroll, Esq.

Dr. John W. Derry,

Dr. E. Verry Stokes.

Dr. Harry F. Brown.

Dr. J. Edward Fisher.

Rev. William Holt.

Rev. S.A. Virgil.

Rev. J.C. and Mrs. S. Love.

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positivelybeastly · 3 months

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Which of the following statements about mutants is false: A) Alison Blaire is a great cuddler. B) Quicksilver was once bested in a race to the moon by a speedster from another universe, who could only identify himself as "Buried Alien" C)Hank McCoy looks good in Lederhosen or D) You are never more than thirty feet away from the mutant known as Forget-Me-Not.

"Hmm, well, at least two of these statements I can verify with absolute certainty! For one, Alison Blaire is absolutely a great cuddler.

I couldn't possibly state my source, of course, we in the X-Man community don't generally like to kiss and tell, but I know it as surely as I know that the universal gravitational constant is both universal and constant, and that Star Trek: Nemesis is a blight upon humanity."

"As for the lederhosen - well, I wear the kilt quite well, I think, and I don't doubt that I could sport it with aplomb, if I were to visit a suitable venue!"

"Forget-Me-Not . . . hmmm. I - can't say that I can recall anyone by that name. And unless they happen to be some kind of gaseous mutant, or cosmic entity, then it stands to reason that you can, conceivably, be more than thirty feet away from them. After all, they can't be thirty feet away from, say, Colossus on Earth, while also only being thirty feet away from me when I'm on the Peak."

"In which case, we would have to say that statement D is false, which would mean . . . oh. Oh, dear. Ohhhh, wait a moment! You're talking about the Justice League, aren't you? Barry Allen, the Flash - we've met, during the whole mess with the whosit and the whatsit - Grandmaster and Krona, I think it was? He's definitely faster than Quicksilver."

"Sorry, Pietro, he just is."

#Anonymous #verse: earth's mightiest!#verse: all-new

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jessiquinn · 2 years

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Justice league x villain reader

gif found in Giphy website,

when I wrote this I was watching justice league unlimited! I swear such an underrated gem! people always dis dc for their movies but they have never watched their animated shows/movies. they are the best.

another mess I tried to fix I wrote it when I was in middle school! even tho it’s a mess but I can see that I improved! it’s so clear that I was trying my best. I wish someday that’ll have the same passion...

if you have any tips please do tell me.

Nov 24, 2018

Warnings:

1-bad writing 3-villains stuff 🦇

2-attempted suicide V/n and Y/n are the same people, s/n = sister name.

I tried not to put a certain gender here.

enjoy 🌻

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It has been 8 years now fighting against the Justice League.

it wasn't a choice really... I joined this team of villains to protect someone so dear to me, my little sister, All for her...

from a solider to the head commander of this whole team, I suffered a lot during these years but it doesn't matter because I’m a ‘villain’, meanwhile, since you started this hectic job your little sister has been living in paradise, protected by the justice league... the irony.

Now a war is about to begin between the justice league and your team, we Must win that’s what we trained for.

Y/n pov in the bar

-soldiers are laughing and celebrating with beer in their hands-

Y/n enters the room

what is this? are they underestimating the war? how dare they be so arrogant?!

Hitting the metal door so hard grabbing everyone's attention, they immediately stopped and looked at Y/n in fear

“wow who told you-you can celebrate?! did I tell you that you can have fun? did we win to celebrate!” enraged with anger “This war is everything to us if we lose be ready to face your fate” the last part said with a dark sense

eyes filled with dread, “What are you looking at! GO TRAIN NOW!” Everyone went running to the training room. sighing “meeting at 10 o'clock tonight don't forget!” yelling at them to hear...

walking to the bar...

in all reality it isn’t their fault, every single one of us came here for a reason.. to pay money for their dad’s cancer treatment or to feed their family... the thing is you think you have the freedom to just ditch this job after earning your wants.. but the reality it’s like a never-ending fall...you can never leave...

“what would you like to drink, head commander?” the bartender said while looking at you with concern but decides to not say a word. “the same” sigh

he got your drink, and after finishing it headed immediately to your room.

“I don't really care if we win I just want to finish this war already” talking to yourself became a common thing.

Justice league pov

“This is the last battle we have, last time we almost lost, and we don’t want this to happen again, especially with this war

batman explained the plan to them

“what about s/n,” Flash said in worry

“she's coming with us, we need everyone in this fight. we want the world to be safe again” Batman's serious eyes say everything

“but we have to protect her! with (V/N) in this, she’ll be in danger” green lantern said with disbelief.

“she’s not a kid anymore, she can protect herself,” Batman with bitterness in his voice.

“Bu-” Flash got cut off “As I said before, we need every power we got”

The villains pov:

At 10 o'clock

“Listen up! It's the final battle, Everyone must follow the plan and be in their assigned positions and time! if we win, we can grant our freedom!”

their eyes gleam with hope

“We have to use every single power we have. Everyone is important here... freedom is our name and we must win it!” sighing breaking character “now everyone must go and rest, charge your energy for tomorrow” signaling to them that they can leave

suddenly someone raises their hand “can I ask a question” everyone seems interested in his question.

“what", trembling with hesitation “what if we lose” but he finally said it.

“There's no losing here. some will die, some will be caught and some will survive. it’s a vague question” answering the question in a calm manner.

will the truth is... to lose, the leader must die. if I don’t die then we win.

Even if that means taking my own life, it’s still winning... till the next leader comes and starts it all over again.

Tomorrow at 5 o'clock

“Everyone at their positions! we will attack soon, Group A is going to attack the center while Group B is going to place the explosives and take hostages everywhere around the city, Group C is going to attack the heroes, and finally, I will get on the tallest building and place the meteor attraction machine. is that clear!”

“YEAH”

“FOR FREEDOM”

Everyone went to their positions, waiting for the signal.

meanwhile, on the building... placing the meteor machine, lighting the signal.

The mission has begun, waiting for Group B to finish planting bombs.

“Shit! they already came, I have to take cover!” hiding behind a wall ready to shoot at anything that comes near!. I’M NOT GOING TO LOSE THIS!

Justice league pov

“Green Lantern, Flash go search for explosives around the city, stop them we don't have enough time, Arrow and Wonder women protect the civilians, I'm going to search for their leader” Batman's eyes glared into the sky with worry,

Everyone started doing their own thing, batman opened his area tracker to try and locate them, no use, they are more intelligent than I thought... they are planting some sort of futuristic magnet all over the city.. if they want to activate it.. it will cause a chain reaction of explosions.. they can't do it in a low ground.. they must be in a high place...

looking at s/n, “s/n come with me I have a plan, if doesn’t succeed then we will take it the hard way” Batman and s/n get going

The villain's pov

Group B succeeded in planting the explosives. firing the signal.

standing up, looking over the city... what a view.

The countdown begins, “all we have to do now is wait” sigh.. this could go both ways

hearing a sudden sound behind you, “Stop Y/n it’s over” batman says, “well the joke’s on you, the timer is already at 50″ laughing at his face.

Turning to your serious face again, “are you going to fight me or not?” taunting batman is always fun.

“Y/n please think about it first, a lot of innocent people are going to die because of this,” your dear sister said, "I could care less about those ‘innocent’ people you’re talking about, sister. those people made me what I am, plus it’s too late” smirking at her reaction.

without notching batman “I don't think so!” sneaked a jump kick to your stomach.

barley dodging it, grabbing the taser gun from your belt, and shooting him.

of course, he got away, but guess what? s/n got hurt.

YES, it’s 100% all that is left is for me to press the button!

rushing to press the button but Batman kicked you, grabbing your arms... looking at him with a smirk... batman got confused but everything became clear when he felt pain in his stomach.

a yelp of pain came from batman “y-you won't get away with this!” getting up before he does, but your sister punched you before you can even make it, making you fall again. batman got a hold of your hair and threw you to the wall...

Flash and Green lantern finally came after finding all of the explosives.

“UMM did we miss anything? oh SHIT s/n are you alright,” Flash said with concern, checking her for injuries.

“yeah don't worry” reassuring him but still alert.

Everyone pov

V/n slowly got up, breathing heavily, a smirk planted on their face, the controller is with V/n.

“don't- come any closer or I will activate the machine!” still their breathing hasn’t got steady

“stop it v/n we already disarmed all the bombs in the city and took all your guys down,” Green Lantern said with confidence, granted that they’ll win.

V/n smirk still raised with pride “huh! who do you think I am!... the biggest bomb is in this building and it's going to make the city lose!” their eye movement shows how tired they are, the obsession of winning.

“b-but that will kill all of us! even you.. and me your sister remember...” freaking out

“my sister? you don't even remember me you little shit.. all those years you left, I don't care about you anymore” that was a lie but...

“V/n you have a chance to stop,” batman said running out of patience, giving s/n a look

“you can actually have a chance at life if you stop this-” s/n tried to say but- “too late-” pressing the button but Flash take it away from them- Batman punched V/n in the face-

Y/n pov

There’s still a chance at winning...for us...

on the floor, mouth filled with blood.. reaching to the gun near you while they’re distracted with celebrating.

The whole purpose of creating this carved golden gun is for.. failure.

whispering “drol ym detnaw uoy raw eht niw” slowly pointing the gun at your head

your fingers getting closer to the trigger, unfortunately catching Flash's attention

“No! stop-” snatching the gun from you with ease.

Batman looking at you with pity... or is it sympathy.

“w-why! you already won! let me at least fulfill my destiny!” quavering on your words.

Batman got closer to you “that’s not your destiny” reaching his hand at you to get up

“then what is it? jail?” sarcasm fills your words

sighing “You're not going to jail... how about a second chance with the justice league?” can’t tell if it’s sarcasm or real.

The roof filled with shocked faces, it’s rare to see this side of Batman

still has his hand reaching to you

“I’d ra-” already knowing what you’re going to say, “actually.. it's not an option” it’s his turn to smirk now

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honestly editing it wasn’t bad, I was trying to improve at that time... I hope I improved tho... there’s part 2 of this short fic. Hopefully, I’ll edit it faster than this.it’s more focused on batman I think

if you have tips on writing please tell me

please reblog hehe 🦋

#justice league #batman #flash #your name #xreader #x villain reader #hero x villain #dc universe #dc #justice league x villain reader

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vierran45 · 1 year

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Dramas watched in 2023

China: The Blood of Youth The Embroidered Shoes Qing Luo A League of Nobleman Detective L The Starry Love The Heart of Genius A Familiar Stranger Desire Catcher Back from the Brink Justice in the Dark (8 episodes) Mysterious Lotus Casebook Lost You Forever S1 My Journey to You I Am Nobody A Journey to Love

Japan: Maiko-san Chi no Makanai-san Candy Color Paradox / Ameiro Paradox Informa Kabe-Koji-Nekoyashiki-kun Desires to be Recognized / Kabe Sa Doujin Sakka no Neko Yashiki-kun wa Shouninyokkyuu wo Kojiraseteiru Unnatural MIU 404 Minato’s Laundromat 2 / Minato Shouji Coin Laundry 2 Yu Yu Hakusho

Korea: Roommates of Poongduck 304 Our Dating Sim Unintentional Love Story The Eighth Sense The Secret Romantic Guesthouse My Chilling Roommate Tale of the Nine Tailed: 1938 Bloodhounds See You in My 19th Life The Uncanny Counter 2 Bon Appetit Perfect Marriage Revenge

Taiwan: Oh No! Here Comes Trouble Kiseki: Dear to Me

Thailand: Between Us Moonlight Chicken Midnight Museum

Currently unfinished:

Hwarang k Something in the Rain k Love in the Moonlight / Moonlight Drawn by Clouds k Psych-Hunter c The Blessed Girl / Ling Long c Bloody Romance c Find Yourself c Run On k Rattan c Begin Again c And the Winner Is Love c Poisoned Love c Lover or Stranger c Unforgettable Love c My Roommate Is a Detective c A Female Student Arrives at the Imperial College c Beloved Enemy c Fall in Love c Truth c F4 Thailand: Boys Over Flowers th Reset c Pachinko k From Now On, Showtime! k Bromance tw The Legendary Life of Queen Lau c Café Minamdang k Mr Bad c Rock it, Mom! c The Guest k Possessed k The Fulltime Wife Escapist j Pledge of Allegiance c Queenmaker k Snow Eagle Lord c The Longest Promise c Fireworks of My Heart c Story of Kunning Palace c Wonderland of Love c Love Me, Love My Voice c Cherry Magic Thailand th Derailment c Last Twilight th

#cdramas #jdramas #kdramas #thai dramas #twdramas #lists #pinned #dramas 2023

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dcmultiverse · 5 years

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Wonder Woman in ‘Dear Justice League’ | art by Gustavo Duarte

#dcedit #comicedit #wonderwomanedit #dcladies #dianaprincedaily #ch: diana of themyscira #c: dear justice league #comic #graphic #mine #by lily

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ukiyokki · 3 years

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mars reads too much dreamnotfound fanfiction for their own good

a dreamnotfound fanfic recommendation list by your resident dumbass (me)

this took way to fucking long... i’m tired

below is a (very extensive) list dedicated to all my favorite dnf fics, ranging from quick one shots to 100k+ word monstrosities that devour the storage on my computer, forever incomplete masterpieces to ongoing works of art, you get the idea. i provided links for each fic/series for your reading pleasure. there will be no smutty/nsfw fics on this list, that’s just not my vibe lmao. this list goes in no particular order, and i’ll update it from time to time when i feel like it. now, without further ado, let us begin.

Heat Waves (complete) by tbhyourelame

(wtf else did you expect, looking at a dnf rec list?) amazingly well written, and while it’s not my favorite dnf fic it’s damn near close. in the midst of a brutal heatwave, a suffering dream comes to terms with the fact that he is desperately in love with his best friend. everything i could say about this fic has already been said by nearly everyone who’s read it, so if you haven’t yet caved into the hype, just go for it. you won’t be disappointed.

Gonna be around (completed) by georgescatcafe

(mc irl) my favorite dnf oneshot to date. just read it, i don’t wanna spoil for you :)

Inferno in the Sky (ongoing)by zairielon

(star wars au) an ongoing star wars au currently clocking in at almost 200k words. need I say more? everything about it absolutely slaps, each chapter is amazingly written, and it’s just good. also, can we just appreciate dream and tubbos dynamic in here? 10/10, amazing, must protecc. oh right, a summary: george, an exiled padawan turned engineer, must return to the jedi temple after attacks on it from an unknown assailant threaten the safety of himself and the other jedi.

Like Magic (ongoing) by KangarooKen, NotGra55 (Gra55)

(harry potter au) the unofficial official dnf harry potter au. we watch the young unlikely wizard pair grow up together throughout their years at hogwarts as they battle good old fashioned wizard racism. beautifully written, incredibly fun and suspenseful, and just an overall blast and a half.

GeorgeNotFound, Son of Poseidon, and the League of Minor Gods (ongoing) by Clichewho_69, Cygnvs, Trash_Kinggg

(percy jackson au) percy jackson au? check. “road trip” (technically quest but u get what i mean)? check. enemies to friends to lovers? check. this fic follows the plot of the lightning theif (albeit loosely), but everything is explained enough where you don’t have to read percy jackson to understand what’s going on. basically after moving to the usa, george gets taken to camp halfblood where he learns that a) gods exist. b) he’s the son of poseidon and c) he needs to prove that he didn’t steal zeus’s master bolt.

Protected (completed) by aenqua

(royalty/camelot au) my favorite piece of dnf media of all time. dubbed the official dnf camelot au, where dream is the heir to the throne and george is a servants son with a secret that couldp get him killed. these childhood friends grow up together and learn trust, love, and acceptance. (that summary did not justice to the masterpiece that is this fic) here’s the directors cut

The Hunter (completed) by HederEgo

(mc irl) a choose your own adventure fic with 13 different endings, where dream the hunter must kill george and stop him from beater the ender dragon. enough said.

The official dream team cowboy AU (series)(ongoing) by antsu_in_my_pantsu

(cowboy au) cowboys and outlaws horses and shit. and the big gay. it’s a cowboy au, what else did you expect? fucking yee haw (all seriousness this is a great read, i loved it so so so so much and i can’t wait for the final chapter to release).

This is a Drista moment, let's just accept it (completed) by Qekyo

dnf fic from drista pov. considering its unique perspective, it’s perfectly done. beautifully showcases a sibling relationship through drista and her memories/moments with dream, and it just works, y’a know? also drista supremacy.

Dear Dream (completed) by Qekyo

(wwii au) i don’t cry when watching/reading anything sad. translation: i’m a heartless bitch. however, this fic is the only exception. it caused me to cry so hard my mom walked in my room and asked if i was ok. ‘nuff said.

TECHNOlogical Wingman (completed) by Closeted_Bookworm

techno is the autocorrect ai on dreams phone, and he gains sentience. interesting concept, and the author fucking nailed it. great fic.

It Was Only a Fic (ongoing) by imagineitdear

dream starts reading a dnf fanfic (we’ve all been there buddy).

Teacher’s Pet (ongoing) by niyuha

(teacher au) in which dream is a high school english teacher and george is the new comp sci teacher in room 297.

Saltwater Secrets (ongoing) by earlgay_milktea

(mermaid/high school au) a great example of the shear amount of variety in fics this fandom has to offer. when i started reading dnf fics i would have never thought i’d find one about a mermaid george hopelessly crushing on his human friend, who happens to be his schools star swimmer. yet here i am, and i am far from disappointed.

Smash My Heart (incomplete) by dontrollthedice

george and sapnap are commentators for duper smash brothers tournaments, and george develops a crush on an up and coming smash streamer named dream.

roleplaying in the dark is harder than it seems (completed) by Alienu

laser tag. 10/10

solar system (completed) by quartzfia

(mc irl) george vists dream in pandora’s vault.

Ramblings of a Lunatic (completed) by jungkooksfic

ahh communicating through a notebook left on a shelf in a bookstore- what a perfect way to start a relationship.

Paint me like your French Girls (It's Charcoal, Actually) (completed) by Turtle_ier

(artist au) george is an art student, and dream is a model.

00:00:00 (completed) by isleofdreams

(soulmate au) 00:00:00 is the moment you meet your soulmate, as indicated but the clock ticking down on your wrist until the moment you meet. i’m not a fan of soulmate aus; this fic is the exception.

Blue Skies Smilin' At Me (completed) by kivy

(artist au) i don’t usually cry while reading stuff, but this brought me damn near close. george is a painting conservator and chats it is with the ghost of the artist if the painting he is working on. they fall in a love.

Current Location (incomplete) by hendollana

(influencer au) george simps for a hot american instagram model. who knew he’d actually follow back?

The Withering (series) (series ongoing, 1 work completed) by App1e_Juice

(mc irl) lore and world building and fight scenes and everything i crave. what’s not to love? something starts making the plants and crops around dreams village wither, and must team up with new friends to find the cause of the mysterious disease plaguing the land.

Minecraft, But You Can't Leave (complete) by facadecake

(mc irl) dream and george are sucked into their own private minecraft world together and must beat the game to escape.

Free The Game, Beat the End (incomplete) by goatgoatwasfound

(mc irl) a glitch in minecraft causes thousands of players from around the world to be trapped inside minecraft, with only one way of escape- beating the ender dragon. first dnf fic i ever read, and it’s still 10/10 for me.

Why don't you come a little closer? (completed) by lifeofandoms

george gets stood up by a date, and Dream pretends he’s the date to save george from the embarrassment. simply adorable.

lightning bug (completed) by saintachesP

(band au) while on tour, dream realizes his feeling for george.

Hold me closer (completed) by Treesofmyheart

(mc irl/dsmp) i just,, really like this trope.

Dizzy on caffeine (completed) by GleamingGreenGoggles

(coffee shop au) best dnf coffeeshop au i’ve read. periodt.

living a life of crime isn’t always easy (series) (completed) by itisjosh

(mafia/assassin au) stockholm syndrome except it’s not weird.

Inhibitions Make Interesting Situations (completed) by Ship_On_The_Sea

i pissed myself laughing. it’s just a dream and george being hilariously dense, flustered idiots. serotonin central.

thy eternal summer shall not fade (completed) by gracequills

(high school au) that moment when you recite shakespeare to your crush in your ap lit class instead of confessing (hate it when that happens).

All is Fair in love and Football (ongoing) by graciegirl2001

(college au) #1 favorite college au. in which george is a cheerleader, and dream is the football teams rising star player. this one gets extra points because of the amazing karlnap moments sprinkled throughout. *chefs kisses air*

online love (completed) by andbutso

(high school au) online classes go zoooooooom

Can’t help falling (completed) by isleofdreams

dream re-learns the guitar to sing to george on his birthday. beautiful. fluffy. amazing

dance in the rain and my arms (completed) by lazy_kitkat

george is a rain god, and dream is a wind god

Weather Boy (completed) by DaintyDiizzle

wouldn't you like to know, weather boy? (where dream can control the rain)

The color orange (completed) by anon

(mc irl) dream describes the colors of a sunset

Family Mode (completed)by Strawberry_flavoured_tears

they’re dads :,)

Breathing Room (incomplete) by papercranes

(band an) an amazing band au. the mad lad author wrote original songs for each chapter. above and beyond, mad props :). unfortunately, it’s incomplete

Piece of Clay (completed) by carbonbrine

(artist au) george is a sculptor and his sculpture comes to life- but oh no he’s hot.

Try (completed) by Not4typicalwriter

(royalty au) george must choose a suitor, but none of them are up to dream, his head knights, standards. or dream is hella jelly. also protective dream is perfect

When the Roses Bloom (completed) by HederEgo

(royalty au) close second for my favorite fic. go to royalty au for a quick serotonin bost. it’s all fluff and flowers and crushes, and i love it. criminally underrated.

Heavenstruck (ongoing) by dontrollthedice

george is dreams guardian angel, and dream want to find out more about him and his past life. bittersweet :,)

Bang and Burn (completed) by App1e_Juice

(spy au) george accidentally falls for target number 1 on sapnap’s secret agency’s hit list. this ones great, i love me a spy au :)

Can I get a uhh… (completed) by lemonskies

dream keeps pulling up to the drive through mcdonald’s that george works at drunk.

Pretty Stranger (completed) by anon

when looking for dream in the terminal, george sees a cute guy and decides to flirt.

Take my Hand (completed) by latinbias

(royalty au) another royalty au? poggers. surprise twists? double poggers. love this a lot.

seconds, minutes, hours, lifetimes (complete) by meridies

ROAD TRIP ROAD TRIP ROAD TRIP ROAD TRIP *inhales to compose herself* roadtrip au. unrequited love, ignored feelings, longing, pining, you know the drill. absolutely love this one, its the best roadtrip au i have ever read, in any fandom. (maybe cause i identify with it a little too much, but thats not important. whats important is that you read this fic. right now. im waiting).

Message redacted (complete) by justyouraverageloser

(text fic) dream asks for a girls number and realises hes been given the wrong number. however, an unexpected relationship starts to form between him and the stranger on the other end of the line.

the waves (completed) by anon

(mc irl) this fic was written by the same anon who wrote the color orange, which is up there on my fav dnf oneshot list. dream and george know they have a higher purpose. they don’t know where they came from, or why they are seemingly the only humans in the world, or how they feel about eachother, or even where the skeletons come from, but they are sure of one thing: they have to beat a dragon.

The Dream Doll (completed) by PeppDream (Pep_Pizza)

(voodoo i guess) i’m a real big fan of fics with really out there or unique concepts, so naturally this one makes the cut! i really liked it, it’s really sweet and made me think a lot about what matters to me in the world. george finds a strange doll in an antique shop, and would really like to just stuff it in a drawer and forget about it. sadly (?), the doll has other plans.

last updated February 6th, 2021

#dnf #dreamnotfound #dream not found #dreamnotfound fic #dreamnotfound fanfic #dreamnotfound fanfiction #dnf fic #dnf fanfic #dnf fanfiction #dnf fic rec #dreamnotfound fanfiction recommendations #dreamwastaken #georgenotfound #i’m ok i swear #i read too much fanfiction #i should probably go to bed

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lilyofthesword-writes · 2 years

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Something For Yourself (Batman/Bruce Wayne Oneshot)

Requested by: Anon

Summary: Your parents arranged for you to marry Bruce Wayne. What happens when they decide to change the terms?

Pairing: Batman/Bruce Wayne x F!Reader

Word Count: 2,869

Warnings/Disclaimers: Allusions to violence, anxiety/self-worth issues

A/N: I think I managed to pull together everything requested for this! Hope you enjoy, everyone!

Jason threw up his hands in disgust as Bruce slid the cowl over his face to complete the Batman ensemble and answered the call for the Justice League virtual meeting. Each of the members’ faces flashed into view on the monitor.

Superman took it upon himself to start. “Good evening, every—”

“Seriously?!” Jason butt in, purposely keeping himself off screen. He was not going to let this go so easily. “You’re just going to ignore the whole situation?”

Batman’s jaw audibly clenched. “We will talk later.”

Wonder Woman cleared her throat over the speakers. “Are we interrupting something?” Her eyes betrayed the knowing smile she tried to conceal behind her hand.

“No.” “Yes!”

They were answered by a chorus of embarrassed groans and delighted snickers reverberating across the cave. It perfectly reflected Batman’s frown and Jason’s smirk.

“Maybe we should reschedule,” the Flash suggested tentatively.

“That won’t be necessary.” Batman side-eyed his son.

“Oh for—” Jason pinched the bridge of his nose. Time to take it up a notch. “B. Why didn’t you just ask her to marry you?!” he growled.

Now, even Superman was trying to contain himself. His shoulders were shaking, but he held his voice steady, “We will reconvene in forty-eight hours.”

The screens went blank with a press of a button. Bruce slid the cowl off, turning the chair slowly with a glare so intense that Jason could have erupted into flames.

Luckily or unluckily, depending on the situation, the boy was never one to back down. “Good. Now I have your attention.”

“Jason.”

“No! I stood by when her parents dropped that bomb on her. I watched as she ran when you said nothing to them. But now, she is out there somewhere in Gotham by herself, and all because you can’t admit you actually care about her. I will not stand here and watch you act like nothing happened!”

The only tell that any of this was sinking in was the slight twitch in the billionaire’s fingers. Victory inflated Jason’s chest.

“I will find her,” Bruce breathed.

“Good.” Jason’s grin turned serious as he held out a tablet. “You can start with this.”

The windowless van’s tires screeched and burned against some unseen force while the clown mask clad thugs panicked, attempting to open any of the doors that were being crushed inward from the outside. You bit down on the rag tightly tearing at the corners of your mouth. You were not going to cry now, not for any reason. You had done enough of that when you fled Wayne manor. Curling up on the floorboards in the back of the van, you made yourself as small as your bonds would allow.

Metal crunched and scraped. Just as the vehicle’s frame was about to give under the pressure, everything stopped. The men calmed, keeping alert with their firearms at the ready. You scrunched your eyes closed and waited for the worst. The roof cried in protest as it was suddenly ripped away. The thugs’ yelping and screaming mixed with gunshots flooded your ears until they were silenced abruptly.

Something like a vine wrapped itself around you, cradling your terrified form and lifting you to safety. It couldn’t be… Could it?

“You’re alright now, dear,” came a feminine melodious voice.

The Batmobile slowed to a stop next to the remains of the van. Shredded metal was strewn across the asphalt along with remnants of tire treads. The masked men were among the wreckage. Surprisingly enough, they were all alive. Unconscious but alive.

Batman stepped out of his vehicle for a closer look. There was no sign of you in the area. He cursed under his breath. It took him long enough to find your abandoned sedan, now filled with broken glass courtesy of a nearby abandoned crowbar. A convenience store security camera had the footage of you being ripped from the car by the Joker’s men. From there, he had been able to track their van for a relative location. And you weren’t here.

Someone else had taken you, but who? There were a number of villains who could be involved. Rarely did any of them actually work together or like each other. They’d rather have the glory of terrorizing Gotham to themselves rather than share it. Any of the big leagues would take the chance to sabotage the Joker or each other.

Batman had to tamp down his imagination as he thought through each criminal and what they might do to you. Siphoning a deep breath, he stepped through the scene carefully. If he was going to find you, he needed to keep his head. Scarecrow could have easily kidnapped you, but he was imprisoned in Arkham which hadn’t changed. The same could be said for Mr. Freeze. Two Face, still lurking in Gotham’s underbelly, was a possibility, though this didn’t seem to be his style. It wasn’t Bane’s MO either. These thugs would have been maimed worse… Or dead.

It was then the Dark Knight found something sticking out from underneath a shard of metal and the synapses of his brain fired simultaneously. Of course, it wouldn’t be any of them. Time had been taken to make sure Joker’s men were incapacitated and, namely, alive. Batman lifted the remnant of a leafy vine into his glove. Was it just him or was it trying to wiggle? Scanning the area, his tech found traces of the same plant laced between bricks trailing up a neighboring building.

Pamela Isley offered you a mug of tea that you gratefully took before settling on the sofa beside you. Although you were unsure if it was safe to drink, the warmth emanating from the ceramic was grounding.

“I promise I didn’t poison it,” the fiery haired woman smirked, sipping from her own cup.

“Yeah,” Harley Quinn exclaimed. “We ain’t like that anymore!” Her plopping down on the other side of you only seemed to solidify to her adamant point.

You stared into the brown liquid before hesitantly raising it to your lips. A simple black tea with a hint of rose — On brand and surprisingly lovely.

Clearing your throat, you rested the mug in your lap. “Thank you for getting me out of there…” you whispered. “I don’t know what would have happened if you hadn’t been there.”

“But we do!” Harley’s arm landed on your shoulder as she leaned into you. “We ain’t lettin’ Mistuh J take anymore ladies in this city!”

Pamela nodded and patted your knee. “She’s quite right. Besides, I’m not even sure your future husband has enough money to pay for the therapy you would need after just one encounter with that fiend.”

The scoff that fell under your breath caused the two women to frown. “Color me surprised that the news hasn’t leaked yet.”

“What do ya mean?” Harley’s eyes were wide with childlike confusion.

“It’s the whole reason I was out here in the first place,” you hissed, gripping the mug tightly. “I am no longer betrothed to Bruce Wayne.” Harley’s gasp spurred you on. “My sister is.”

Without a moment of thought, Pamela swiftly pried the mug from your grasp and replaced it with her own hands.

“You know… Now that I look back on it, I’m not surprised. I always looked out for my brothers and sisters, basically raised them while our parents attended every forsaken socialite gathering. And despite being the oldest, I was always second best. It’s a wonder it took them this long to change the agreement with Thomas and Martha…”

You choked back a sob. You should have known better to think you could live a life free of them, free of their backhanded comments and slaps. And you definitely should have known better than to let your walls fall for Bruce and his niceties, all the little things he did and presents you found in your room without hearing a peep from him. Your heart wouldn’t be throbbing so hard right now if you had merely let yourself face the harsh reality of it all from the start.

Neither of the former villains said a word. They just held you as you tried to compose yourself, Pamela petting your hair as Harley rested her head on your shoulder.

How long the three of you remained huddled together, you were unsure. It was only the thumps of a pair of boots that broke you out of your state. The two women were instantly on their feet. Harley produced a large mallet from behind that couch while Pamela’s plants twisted to life around you, the buds of one of them snarling with a catalog of needle sharp teeth.

“Ladies,” came a deep, gravely voice from the shadows.

Their postures relaxed a hair but still remained defensive. The shadows seemed to part like a stage curtain as the figure stepped into the light. Your eyes widened as Batman revealed himself. What could the Batman be doing here?!

“What can we help you with, Batsy?” Harley singsonged, twirling the mallet to the ground and leaning on it.

“I’m here to bring her home,” he gestured to you.

The plant protecting you receded as Pamela requested, allowing you to stand and face the caped crusader.

“I doubt that my parents will allow me back into their home,” you sighed.

“No. I’m here to bring you back to your home.”

What did he mean? The only other place would be Wayne Manor, but how could that possibly be your home after earlier?

The girls encouragingly nudged you forward.

“You should go,” Pamela smiled warmly. “You don’t belong here.”

That felt like a punch to the gut. Did you ever belong anywhere?

Harley laughed at her partner’s word choice. “Don’t get us wrong! We like ya and all, but this…” She pointed around the dank warehouse. “This ain’t the best. Not your style.”

You stared down at your feet, willing them to make the decision for you.

Batman stepped forward and held his hand out. “Do you trust me?” he asked quietly.

Your gaze lifted and lingered on his outstretched fingers before you locked eyes with him. You reached out and took his silent promise.

The ride in the Batmobile was long and unbearably awkward. You wanted to talk, have music playing, have some kind of noise other than the muted droning of rubber on pavement. Anything to drown out your own voice in your head berating you for all the dumb things you had done tonight and threatened to dive deeper into your psyche. But what was a good conversation starter for the man who threw on a cowl and cape to protect the city every night? “How was your night?” “Beat up any bad guys?” “Nice weather we’re having.” Right. Nothing sounded good.

The quiet was better in the end. Talking with a stranger wouldn’t help much now, even if it was the one and only Batman. And jeez… You had attracted enough attention to warrant him to rescue you. Glancing over at him, his lips were pressed into a hard line. Great. He was probably thinking about how you had wasted his time. At least that was your first impression. Your mind slowly gravitated towards a discrete observation of your savior. He looked tense, yes, but the corners of his mouth would subtly tremble. His hands on the steering wheel flexed as though he wanted to tap his fingers on a surface in thought. Thought… Did he find the silence just as uncomfortable and yet couldn’t think of what to say?

Before you could move forward from there, the unfamiliar landscape caught your eyes. He said he was taking you home. This didn’t look like your family’s home or Wayne Manor. Just where was he going? Rocky terrain and trees barely illuminated with dim moonlight sped by, quickly revealing an approaching cliff side, one that you were moving towards head on. Batman must have seen you tense. He pressed a button on the middle console before uncharacteristically wrapping his fingers around your hand. His attempt at comfort was almost mechanical. While it did work to some degree, part of the rocky wall opening just enough to allow a vehicle through did a better job.

The gloved hand encasing your fingers squeezed gently before releasing you to return to the steering wheel. Before you knew it, the vigilante slowed to a stop in what you could only assume was the Batcave. Why would he bring you here? The vehicle doors open, and Batman motioned for you to exit. Various gadgets lined a nearby wall while another was home to a timeline of suits. Farther into the cave you could see other coined vehicles, scanners, Alfred, computers—

Wait. Alfred?! And Jason was standing to him, arms firmly across his chest, the epitome of vexed relief.

So if they were here, then that meant… Son of a— It all made sense now. The late nights. The random bruises, stitches and scarring. You felt dumb for not realizing it sooner.

You swung around to face Batman, nearly clocking his chest with the back of your hand in the process. “What the actual hell, Bruce?!” Your mother would have severely scolded you for that low level language, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care very much right now.

The man you were glaring at looked to Alfred and Jason for help, his eyes like that of a scared, little boy. The only response he received was them shaking their heads disapprovingly. Batman’s shoulder fell with a huff, and he moved to peel off the cowl.

“I should have told you, yes, but I didn’t want anything to happen to you,” he answered lowly.

“A lot of good that did,” you growled. “I’d argue that it’s just as dangerous for the world to think you’re betrothed to Bruce Wayne.”

He paused, taking in your words. Both Alfred and Jason seemed to have been forgotten so early into this spat. They quietly made their way to a nearby room, just far enough for the illusion of privacy.

“What do you mean ‘think’? We are engaged,” Bruce spoke quietly with a hurt tone.

“Funny.” You tried to push back the tears welling in your eyes. “Because I’m pretty sure we were both there when my parents changed that.”

His jaw flapped like a fish, and he rubbed the back of his neck in sheepish disgrace. “I— I never agreed to that.”

“But you didn’t disagree either…”

Bruce opened his mouth to speak but snapped it shut. He knew your point was valid.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” Your voice cracked as you forced yourself to continue. “Even if you don’t want to marry at all, you could have told them. It would have been better than… Than that.”

Your name fell from his lips like a prayer. “I do, I do want to marry you… It’s just…”

“Just what?” Your heart didn’t know whether it wanted to break or flutter.

“You… You deserve better…”

What?

“Better than what I can give you. I’m not marriage material. Maybe one day I can be but not now.”

The longer he spoke, the smaller his voice became. He was at the point where he wouldn’t even look at you.

“Bruce…” You sucked in a breath and steeled yourself. “Forget the betrothal.”

His gaze shot up and locked onto yours. “Wha—”

“I’m serious. Forget the betrothal. Forget what my parents want. This isn’t the bygone era of arranged marriages. Hell, I’m not even sure I’m marriage material either.” Bruce looked like he was going to interject, but you barreled forward. You had to speak up before your brain tried to stop you with the voices of your parents yelling about how foolish you were being. “A-and it’s not like we have to in order to be together. We could never marry, and that would be just fine. I’d stand by you regardless.”

The words had tumbled out of your mouth in such haste that you had to steal a moment to breathe. You looked away as your chest heaved as you tried to calm your heart. Strong hands landed on your shoulders, bringing you back to reality.

“Even after all of this, even if your family disagrees, you would be willing to stay?”

When you looked back up at Bruce, you saw something you had never seen in his eyes before — Hope.

The words your younger sister had said to you countless times came back to you then. “Do something for yourself for once.”

She wasn’t the only one to say that. Your other siblings had as well. They were all adults now. They didn’t need you to take care of them anymore. And your parents? They could get over not gaining whatever money they thought they were getting out of the deal.

“Would you two just kiss already?!” Jason boomed from the other room where you could hear Alfred immediately scold the young man.

Bruce frowned defeatedly, believing the moment to be lost. You, however, had a different train of thought. Your hands cupped his jawline and brought him down to you. Following through on Jason’s suggestion would be enough to answer Bruce’s question.

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martyrbat · 1 year

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autistic! bruce wayne & grilled cheese

[ID: Alfred Pennyworth bringing Bruce Wayne his dinner of a grilled cheese sandwich. Bruce is in his Batman costume and is using an electric pencil sharpener as he sits at a desk. He looks up at Alfred and starts to ask, “Did you...?” Alfred interrupts, “Of course, sir. No crust, just as you like it.” Bruce starts munching down on the grilled cheese as he holds it with a napkin (despite having his gloves on). He's holding a letter with his other hand and says to himself, “Okay, who's next?” END ID]

#its his safe food :)#autistic bruce wayne #also just before this alfred scolded him for working in the dark and made him turn on his lamp #unrelated to his grilled cheese :) just alfdad moment i thought you guys would like to know <33 #c: dear justice league #crypt's panels #bruce wayne #alfred pennyworth #this has been sititng in my drafts for so long but it seemed fitting with that yuri tomato soup & grilled cheese post i just spammed :)#alfred & bruce #bruce & food

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ive-tumbled-down-a-rabbit-hole · 3 years

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BBQ at the Kent's

Clark invites his friends over for a quiet BBQ at Ma's farm. It just doesn't go quite how he expected.

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Clark had invited his closest friends and their underlings to a BBQ at Kent farm. So what if his closest friends, all happened to be from the Justice League. Kent Farm was a perfect location. It was out the way so if power mishaps it was unlikely to be observed by anyone passing by. It was a large space so could hold lots of people. Especially as his friends seemed to have a habit of collecting underlings like Pokémon, in particular Bruce. AND it wasn't Wayne manor which despite what Bruce says isn't always a relaxing place to be.

Ma was catching up with Alfred and Lois which was good, Alfred deserved a medal as well as the chance to relax. The teens and kids were mucking about/chilling in the house, and he could catch up with his colleague slash friends and relax.

What he may have miscalculated though was his little sister returning home to see Ma. She knew about him and his 'side job'. She had also, very early on, figured out his friends ‘side jobs’ too. Working it out was a breeze according to her, they weren’t particularly discrete in the beginning (according to her at least). She had covered for him and saved his bacon more times than he would willingly admit. Hell, she's covered for him to them and covered for them without them knowing. She’d provided so many alibis and removed evidence that they hadn’t thought about. The issue though, with his sister turning up, was more that THEY a) didn't know about her and b) didn't know that she knew and finally c) she could quite easily give them all a run for their money.

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Walking into her family home she found a swarm of teens lounging around the living room. They were all chatting and talking over each other that they didn't notice her enter. Raising an eyebrow, she spotted Conner, who was currently wrapped around another boy with dark hair.

"Hey Mini Bale! Nice look you got going. Bet it's driving the old men mad and completely beats the plaid shirts and starched suits. Is Haybale out in the yard?"

Conner jumped, causing the others in the room to stop chatting, and looks to see his sort of aunt smirking at him across the room.

"Hey M, didn't know you were coming too? Yeah Clarks out back. Ummm….. why are you here?"

"This is my home too Mini Bale.” She deadpans him, “I was planning to surprise to see Ma as not visited in person for a while. I don’t need to tell Haybale every time I visit, he isn’t the boss of me.” Conner’s aunt pouted before gaining a glint in her eye, “What I wasn't expecting to see was Haybale having a "small gathering” here and not invite moi! But alas it is what it is."

The glint turning into a smug look with a dangerous edge as she took in the room.

"Auntie M!!!", the call distracted her from the room suddenly as Jon ran in from the kitchen and launched himself into a flying jump to hug with the women standing in the room. "Straw stack!! How are you doing sweetie? Made any new friends?"

While Jon dissolved into conversation with his Auntie, Tim took the opportunity to quickly assess the newly dubbed Em. She was well dressed, the sort you don't often see on farms and would be better placed in the city. Her clothes were expensive, the type he often could see board members wearing when relaxing. Even with Jon holding her attention she seemed to have clocked him studying her and nearly everyone else who was watching her interactions. Leaning into his boyfriend he queried.

"Em? Does she? Is she? Who???"

Conner chuckled at Tim's confusion, as well as the mystified faces of the others there.

"Tim, guys, I'd like to introduce you to Clark's sister, and my sorta aunt and Jon’s definite Auntie, Marinette. M for short. And before you ask Tim, no she isn’t like him. She *does* works with Max Kante in developing high tech material and gadgets since well she grew up with Clark and wanted to help him cope with his powers… She and Max created MiracuTech as a result. It’s her brainchild though really, M doesn’t really need Max."

"Mini Bale stop!! You’re dramatizing it. I need Max just as much as he needs me, our skill set complement each other. We couldn’t make half the stuff MiracuTech does without his input.” Marinette blushed, “Max says hi by the way and to tell you to pop by the office. He wants to test his new “creation” with you. Not that that offer will remain if you keep speaking of him like that. But it does remind me, how are you finding the glasses?"

It was Conner’s turn to smirk at his friends, and they could suddenly see the family resemblance in the pair.

"They're are awesome M. Like the play back function is brilliant. I've recorded so much blackmail."

His friends paused and a shiver went down their spines recalling all the incidents that have happened since Conner got his latest sunglasses.

"Fab feedback. I'll let Max know.” Taking as glance around the room, “I'm gonna take a wild guess as say Battle Barbie, Fishtails, Greedy Gonzales and Moody & Broody are out back with Haybale and Ma, Mini Bale?"

That again caused the room to freeze, being siblings with Clark kinda made sense that she would have known his identity, but for Clark to tell her about other identities was worrying. Conner tilted his head and looked at his sorta aunt as if trying to work out what she was planning.

"Yeeeeah, what are you up to M? I'm pretty sure you promised Clark you'd not cause mischief when you met everyone."

"I deny ever making that promise. I have evidence to back up that claim too. Plus, the amount of shit Haybale has caused me cos of his moral compass and lack of impulse control makes it fair game. Though I do support his altruism.” She paused debating what she would say next, “To set the record straight what I *actually* promised was that I would *consider* not causing *too much* mischief. And I have considered it and think that I'll survive this course of action. You’re not the only one with playback ability. Thanks for the info Mini Bale. Let's catch up more later!"

With that she ruffled his hair as she walked past him out to see her dear older brother.

"You've spent too much time as a cat M!" Conner called as he tried to sort out his hair. The room erupted as she left the room. Confusion, mild panic as to whether their identities were at risk and answers were demanded from Conner and Jon. Tim whined at Conner’s comment, "Cat?! We've got to keep B away from her!"

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Out in the yard, Clark was relaxed surround by what he supposed was the founding JL members. He'd heard his sister turn up and cause subtle chaos amongst the teens in the house slowly dreading her announcing her arrival out here. Ma would be thrilled to see her. He was too, sort of. Just not in front of everyone. Kon-El was right with her spending too much time as a cat. And Tim was right as well. He'd have to keep Bruce away from her, she'd be just his latest type.

"HAY BALE! You're holding a party for little ol' me?! How delightful of you."

Clark cringed. He still hated her nickname for him.

"Lois! Ma! You both look lovely as ever! Oh, it’s been too long since I've seen you in person."

Marinette swooped past Clark to the ladies and gave them huge hugs before quickly falling into conversation to catching up with them, thankfully ignoring Clark allowing him some time to deal with his friends.

"Why is Marinette K from MiracuTech at your farm Clark?"

Barry quickly asked, staring at his sister with stars in his eyes. Ok maybe it wasn't just Bruce Clark had to worry about.

"Yes, why is the Guardian, Lady Fortune, at your home?" queried Arthur looking at Clark with confusion and slight apprehension.

"MiracuTech… Guardian," Diana quickly put together gasping, looking at Arthur who had cottoned on to her implications as well, then back at Marinette.

"Guys! Please! Cool it, M I hope," Clark quickly glared at his sister, who was grinning manically knowing the trouble she was causing for him, "can answer your questions and Barry, M, Marinette, is my sister. Why wouldn't she come here? Though this wasn't planned visit that I was aware of."

"You have a sister."

Bruce stated, as Diana and Arthur wondered off talking in hushed tones. Clark could hear that they had figured out one of her 'other' identities but was content that they wouldn't add drama for the moment he redirected his attention back to Bruce.

Clark sighed tiredly, "yes, I have a sister, Bruce. Who likes to keep her personal life private. Which is why you guys have just found out about her and not before."

"Is she Kryptonian?"

"Bruce!! you can't ask Clark that!!" Barry exclaimed, not really surprised by his bluntness but still Alfred was about, and he was ‘Bruce’ currently so social etiquettes, and all should be observed.

"What can't Moody & Broody ask Haybale, Greedy Gonzales?" Marinette enquired, a picture of planned innocence, as she snuck up on them. She gave Clark a side hug and a ‘knowing’ sibling smile.

"M… please… stop with that nickname. Bruce was just asking if you were adopted as well."

"Fine!" She rolled her eyes, "Boy Scout it is then. Moody & Broody I'm not adopted. Ma and Pa had me as a 'Surprise! you're pregnant’ a few years after they'd adopted Boy Scout here"

Bruce frowned at the names she'd been given them. While she just gave a facade of innocence, she held a glint in her eye that destroyed the illusion along with the names she was giving everyone.

Ignoring Clark and Bruce, Marinette turned to Barry to discuss his work at S.T.A.R labs and potential collaboration with MiracuTech. Clark internally groaned as he watched his sister get animated about some sort of tech project she wanted to discuss.

Bruce observed the interaction. It was clear that she knew more than she was letting on. Though he had done research on his peers to know their weaknesses and strengths, Clark having a younger sister never came up. How he had hidden her was impressive, unless it was herself who had hidden her existence from him… That was worrying causing Bruce to deepen his frown as he watched Barry and Marinette chat.

Clark joined in frowning at the pair, but because of how was Barry flirting with his BABY sister before he started to groan as it seemed to go completely over her head. She still seemed to be oblivious to those around her liking her slightly more than friendship.

"M! Ma's told you before no business talk at home."

Laughing back at him his sister nodded "We’ll have to continue this discussion another day maybe Greedy Gonzalez, when Boy Scout isn't being all boy scout-y and acting like a golden child."

Seeing an opportunity Diana butted in and 'subtly' tried to guide Marinette to where she was sitting with Arthur. "Lady Fortune, it's an honour to meet you in person. My mother has told many a tale of our mutual friends’ legacy"

"M is fine. Lady is much too formal for my liking right Ms Prince? Our friends have told me much about your mother as well Battle Barbie. But I must say I'd be more interested to hear about your curator work at the Louvre" Allowing herself to be led away.

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Bruce gave Clark a patented batglare, "She knows." Clark rubbed his neck before back at Bruce.

"Yes. She knows. She's my sister. It's kinda hard to hide learning how to manage superpowers from family you know. It was her and Pa that helped find solutions to manage the powers. Lead glasses… her idea."

Growling at Clarks response. "She knows ours. You told her"

Taking a deep breath, "No Bruce.” Clark sighed out, praying to the god’s his sister cared for, for the patience to deal with his paranoid friend, “I didn't. She's smart. Ridiculously and stupidly smart but that's aside. She *knows* who I am. She follows my career, like I do hers. She knows who I work with, like I know who she works with. And who my friends are. The info is all there to work it out. She's also got me out of tight spots as an alibi way too often. I'm pretty sure this is opportunistic revenge for it. Especially for all she did before Lois *knew*"

"Oh god it was her calling you at the watch tower that made you pale. Not Ma Kent!!" Barry cackled, "She's the one you're scared of!!"

"Ssshhhhh Barry! Yes! She terrifies me. Much more than little sisters should. You do realise she has covered all your butts more than you think too. Remember she is a tech genius, she works *with other* tech genius’s and we, sometimes in a rush in the early days, forgot about cameras and visuals lining up."

Barry paled at that. Bruce on the other hand looked intrigued. Of course, her problem solving, and detective skills would attract him. "How long has she known?"

"Mine, since forever and never told anyone. Yours, as she has never said anything directly, I’m going to guess since we worked together the first times. I don’t really know for how long, but it’s been since the early days. You don’t need to worry though; she understands the need for secrets and how to keep them. This,” Clark says waving his hand around, “is her way to letting you know she knows without stating it. It’s definitely her subtle form of revenge on me for having to hack large corporations and delete footage or claiming that I was with her visiting so couldn’t get caught out.”

Clark turned to Bruce all serious, “Don’t antagonise or integrate her. Please Bruce! She can and will break into the Batcomputer and cause it to run slow and force your phones and alarms to only play baby shark.”

“So, she’s the one who helped you hack LexCorp to get the evidence required for your latest article”

“That’s what you got from that?! That my genius *baby* sister sometimes, might, maybe, help gather evidence to take down corrupt businessmen and politicians?! Not the fact that you shouldn’t wind her up!!”

“Well I know your tech skills aren’t up to scratch and though there was potential for Lois, it doesn’t really fit her MO so its nice to know how you truly do it. Do you think she would tell us how she hacked into JL main computer and the bat computer? Or be willing to assist in building better protection.”

Clark stared at Bruce, and was about to respond, but before he could Diana caught his eye as she knelt before M holding her hand. Stars in Diana’s eyes while Arthur looked like he was going to faint.

He groaned. Now, Diana!

His baby sister was really trying to stress him out with all the potential shovel talks he would need to make. The shimmer in her eyes when she briefly caught him looking at her suggested that she may be more aware that she was letting on. With the headache she was causing him, he would need a drink after all this.

Thankfully, before Marinette could cause more chaos with the Atlantean and Amazonian, her phone went off resulting in her slinking off to deal with what sounded like guardian issues from his eaves dropping giving what he thought was breathing room.

“Are you ok Arthur? Do I need to talk to M?” Clark enquired to his friend, hoping his sister hadn’t caused too much trauma for his friend.

“She can hold both sides of the balance and not succumb to the pressure or temptation. A true soul and so young. You let this all happen to your younger sister?”

Ok so she had caused some trauma for the Atlantean after all. He was certain it was related to the cat as well as the bug.

“Let is a strong word, Arthur. Forced is more appropriate. M is more stubborn than Bruce at times. And at 14... yeah hormonal teenage younger sister in Paris. My hand was forced.”

Diana and Arthur choked looking at Clark in horror, “14!?!?!”

Both Bruce and Barry raised an eye at him in judgement. Like they’re ones to talk with how young they let their mentees join the field.

“It is decided. She will be traveling with me to Themyscira and to Atlantis when Arthur puts on his ‘big boy pants’. She requires extra support in this matter.”

“14? Extra support? Diana, what are you talking about? She is in her 20’s not 14. You can’t kidnap Clark’s sister, Can she?”

Barry looked perplexed by the situation. Unsure on what they are talking about. She seemed to be fine and had survived years without assistance and knowing about their identities. Going to Themyscira and Atlantis would not help with that.

Staring at Clark with an unnerving intensity, Bruce answered Barry’s questions.

“She was one of the Parisian heroes. Their leader from what Diana and Arthur are suggesting. She started her extracurricular activities before even we officially did, much younger than we were and Clark didn’t stop her.”

“Oh.... Wait?! You didn’t stop her!!”

Clark was really regretting this BBQ. It was starting to feel more like an interrogation on his big brother skills, a judgement on his mentoring capability NOT a relaxing escape with friends.

“It would explain why Clark was so insistent of a some of the support protocols now,” Bruce mused. “She didn’t let you help and forced you stay away, didn’t she? Your powers, if you got akumatised, had the potential to cause a global disaster and the magic could have hurt you out of costume.”

“If you knew this, why are you giving me grief! And Diana, you can’t kidnap M. She has a support network already.”

“I didn’t. You just confirmed it. And more support can never hurt.”

Damn bat with his detective trickery and throwing his own arguments back in his face. Groaning in response Clark looked at his friends,

“Fine. You can ask but it’s HER choice no forcing it ok.”

After some grumbled agreements they all agreed.

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“I hate you,”

“I love you too, Hay Bale.”

Marinette grinned at her brother with a cup of tea in hand. His friends had finally departed more than one had managed to get him to convince her to exchange numbers. She’d agreed to visit Diana when back in Paris to arrange a visit to Themyscira. It scared him how quickly after the initial interrogation and worry they all accepted her. She was bound to provide them so much blackmail on him. Clark was dreading his next JL meeting.

“You did this on purpose.”

“Not really. Ma knew I was visiting her this month. The fact you were here with everyone was just a perfect opportunity which I took up.”

Clark stared at his sister. None of her nervous tells were showing so wasn’t lying to him, not that she would. She hated secrets, and she carried so many with so many implications if they were revealed. As a result, she hated liars if there was not true reason for them.

“Fine. You do realise I have so many shovel talks now to dish out?”

“What?”

“Did you not see the heart eye’s Barry was giving? Or how Diana was constantly trying to get close? And once Bruce had assessed that you weren’t a threat, kept trying to engage you in conversation about detective stuff?”

“Oh, So, errr, they aren’t like that normally to friends?” A faint blush was making its way across Marinette’s cheeks. “I like wasn’t aware. Can I blame miraculous side effects?”

Clark laughed at his baby sister, yeah as clever as she was, she remained her wonderful blissfully ignorant self on flirting which he adored.

“Nah, they aren’t normally that friendly. Didn’t think you noticed and sure let’s blame the kwami, they caused some of this drama any way. I vote for Plagg and Trixx for being at fault.”

#maribat #maribat au #ml x dc #mlb x dc #dc x ml #dc x mlb #marinette x clark #siblings #platonic #marinette x superfam

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itsmeevie01 · 3 years

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A Moment in Time-Ch 7

MASTERPOST

Marinette was the first one to arrive at the bakery, much to her relief that evening.

After warning her parents that she had friends coming to join her, the teen hurried up the stairs to prepare for the evening. Mullo and Plagg flew off, and Marinette paused in the kitchen to pull together a snack tray, before following the Kwamii up the stairs to her room.

She made sure that while it was hidden, the box was now closer to her reach. Then, she pulled up a word document that had been idling in her computer for the past few months. The document labeled Ways Gabriel Agreste has Abused His Son.

Pulling up her email, Marinette opened her thread from the emails with Tim. Since she had the time, she may as well respond to his email.

From: [email protected]

To: [email protected]

Mr. Drake Wayne,

I can’t believe that I included Hawkmoth in that email! I must have been more tired than I thought. Hawkmoth has been terrorizing Paris since I was 12 years old. In the last four years, the man has possessed everyone from a toddler crying over a candy bar to a man grieving his wife’s death. My city has faced real-life myths and legends, as well as children who just wanted a nightlight. Hawkmoth will target anyone who has a negative emotion. Your ice cream dropped? You are an ice cream monster. You fail a test? Suddenly you are giving everyone passing grades. The worst part is, everyone who dies will be brought back, but the person who is possessed won’t remember anything. Many people have moved out of Paris, and most of the remaining citizens have taken up meditation and smaller forms of magic to protect themselves. Although the news won't admit it, our population had dropped quite a bit. Inside the city itself, there are about 1.9 million people now. Many have moved to areas nearby that have proved outside of Hawkmoth’s range. As far as we can tell he only strikes in the city proper. Before you ask, yes, someone is fighting him. Lady Tyche, Apate, and their new member Princess Meli will free the person of the possession and restore the city. They wield magical objects. It's theorized that Hawkmoth also wields a magical object and that’s why they’re the best suited to combat his creations.

It interests me, that you mention bringing this to Batman’s attention, but not the Justice League? Do you, by chance not trust them? I have heard that many people in Paris have called them for help, nothing has come of it, obviously. In my opinion, people don’t actually believe something is happening unless they experience it themselves. For the most part, people who come into Paris will hear rumors of Lady Tyche in passing, but since Princess Meli is new they haven’t heard of our other hero. To even most Parisians, Apate is a legend. To those who know her, she is a vigilante who will not hesitate to end a situation or clean up what the Lady and Princess won’t. Most of the time, however, she is known for following Lady Tyche’s lead. I’ve heard theories that it's because she is more violent and has a darker power than the other two. Once, I heard that she wants to protect the City of Lights, and won't use her powers unless necessary because of it. Some people think that when she uses her powers she spreads bad luck to the people nearby. On the other hand, many think that Lady Tyche leaves lingering good luck.

Sorry for the info dump, there is a lot going on in Paris right now.

Thank you for keeping an eye on Nona and Jason. Jason, as I am sure you know, can be impulsive. Nona isn’t much better. When he was here, Jason mentioned that you tend to be busy most of the time. He was surprised that you had responded so quickly as well, actually. I wanted to add that I am honored!

Thank you for the offer, but I don’t want to pry too much, if Jason is willing to part with the information, I really would like to know about their tike together. Please do not force him though. I am sure there are other ways to know what is actually going on. I do have to ask, what do you mean by ‘good spar’? do you two spar together often? If so, I do hope Jason doesn’t hurt you too often. I know that he usually put his all into everything he does, and I know that he is quite the fighter when he wants to be.

The slander is the work of a jealous girl in my class. She is of no consequence in the long run. I was surprised to find out (through you!) that the Bruce W on my commission list was for your family. Actually, don’t tell the rest of your family, but it’s not just the suits. There are a few gowns in the mix as well. Your family butler, I believe his name is Alfred, is sending me a list of measurements in the next several days.

Jason and I have known each other for as long as I can remember. If you want, ask him how we met. He will have a more concise memory since he is five years older than me. The best I can say right now is that he was the person I relied on for many years before we got separated. Since then, I think we both have grown, but I can still see who he was when he was 12 underneath everything. As I said, Jason would be the one to ask for specifics. Maybe after you ask him about how he knows my Nona?

Have a good day,

Marinette Dupain Cheng

P.S. of course I put energy drinks in my coffee! Is there any other way? If you ever want one of my recipes, let me know! I have a whole collection at this point.

After she had sent the email, Marinette glanced over her room again to make sure everything was ready for when her friends arrived.

As she was getting up to fidget with the pictures, Chloé burst through the trap door. Behind her, Aurore followed at a more sedated pace.

“Mari! Hi! What is this? And why is she here? I thought you two weren’t talking anymore, remember? This is ridiculous, utterly ridiculous!” Aurore raised an eyebrow at the other blonde before smiling at Marinette.

“your parents sent us up with some pastries. I think they were a little thrown off by Chloé and I arriving at the same time.” Here, the girl set the plate she had been holding that couldn’t be seen behind the more aggressive girl. “they mentioned about making sure to remind you that the past is past?” here, the two giggled as Chloé looked between them in confusion.

“Whatever!” she huffed, before flouncing over to Marinette’s chaise and settling herself there with a sniff. After the other two had stopped giggling, Marinette raised an eyebrow at Aurore in question. With a nod, the Ladybug holder turned to smile at Chloé.

“So, Chloé. We know that you and I are not exactly close, but there is something that Marinette and I wanted to bring you in on.” Here, she looked back at Marinette with a smile. Before she could continue, however, the heiress started to interrupt.

“if you two are-” Aurore’s phone started to ring, making the three pause as the girl turned to answer the call

“Mireille? Hey!” she turned and waved to Marinette, motioning her to continue with the conversation while she finished with her friend.

“No, Chloé. It’s more complicated.” Marinette leveled her friend with a look. “plus, if this was the same thing as two years ago, I would have told you earlier. You know that.” as Marinette soothed her friend, a small part of her brain reminded her that there was something that she hadn't told the girl. something that her friend would kill her for.

“Then what on earth is going on, Mari? You know it makes me nervous being out of the loop.” Marinette snorted pointedly at her friend.

“We weren’t trying to keep you out of the loop, C. it’s just…Aurore and I just realized what was going on. We wanted to make sure that we were making the right choice before going further. You have proven that we have.” Marinette paused, watching her friend. When the blonde still looked confused, the younger teen just smiled. “would Pollen like a bowl of honey?” Chloé bilked before laughing.

“Mari, dear. Who on earth is Pollen? Have you made a new friend I didn’t know about?” an indignant voice that Chloé was unfamiliar with responded.

“My Kitten hasn’t, but you have Buzz.” As Aurore finally got off the phone and turned back to the conversation, Chloé let out an ear-piercing shriek.

“OH MY GOD MARINETTE DUPAIN CHENG NO FUCKING WAY!” then, Marinette was falling backward under the force of her best friend tackling her in a hug.

After Chloé had calmed down, the three girls spent the next four hours talking. The first 15 minutes had been about how the original two had handled living a double life for four years. After that, the girls turned their attention to the document that Marinette had pulled up.

The rest of the time was spent overanalyzing the spending Habits of the top four people on Marinette’s suspect list.

When asked why she had the list and not Aurore, the duo explained that many times while Lady Tyche was out patrolling and being a beacon of good luck, Apate would be behind the scenes. Many a night, office buildings would register a break-in before the figure would turn into literal shadows. The security guards who would be sent to investigate would be faced with a missing pane of glass that had suspiciously black edges on the frame. Most of the time, when Apate was ready to leave, if anyone was around, they would lose their senses for the time that it took for her to leave. After, they would think that had simply blinked before getting on with their life.

Using this method, the protectors of Paris were able to cross many off their lists. In the few times, they had entered private residences, the break-in would happen when the family was away.

Of course, Marinette’s hacking skills had come into use, as she had taught Aurore the basics a few years back. Unknowingly, the two had set their alter egos up for success.

The duo had spent more nights than they could remember curled up on a rooftop, laptops booted up. They would spend hours at a time sitting there with paper strewn around them as they raced to hack in and access as many schedules and bank statements as they could. Although it was highly illegal, the two had spent almost as much time working on the internet crossroads to narrow their such as they had fighting Akumas.

Chloé’s awe at the work the two had put in showed. When they asked her to help them continue to narrow down the list she agreed. When she saw the first document sitting open on Marinette’s computer, the shock on her face lasted all of ten seconds before the heiress was helping her teammates dig into the private life of one Gabriel Agreste.

When Marinette had said goodbye to her friends, Aurore left to patrol and Chloé went home with the hope that she could access more sensitive information from her father's unlocked computer. When the other two had raised concerns about it, the teen had waved them off. Apparently, the mayor was much laxer on the security of his work computer than he should be.

After climbing up to her room, Marinette closed down all of the programs that she didn’t need to leave running overnight. As she closed out most of her browser, the teen hesitated, before she clicked into her email. Sitting there, waiting for her was an email that had been received in the middle of her session with her friends.

From: [email protected]

To: [email protected]

Miss Marinette,

I have to say, you know quite a bit about these heroes that have been fighting in Paris. I started looking up the topics that you mentioned but couldn’t find anything. After several attempts, I used a VPN to make it seem like I was in Paris. That made the entire thing open up like a wrapped present. I must say I am surprised that it hasn’t made its way out of Paris yet. Well, I was surprised, until I was reading through some tourist guides. It seems that the new phrase is what happens in Paris stays in Paris. That, and very thorough censorship on public media. How have you made it this long in that city, without losing it completely?

I was able to flag down Signal, who is known as the Daytime Bat, and passed along what you had sent me. I included my own research as well, so don’t be surprised if they go to investigate further in the near future. Well, I guess you wouldn’t hear of it, but if they show up, it is defiantly because they are concerned.

I wouldn’t say that the JL is not trustworthy, but I trust Batman’s Gotham team more. Maybe it is the familiarity that comes from being rescued frequently from hostage situations. I trust them, and they know that I won't give them information just for the hell of it.it doesn’t help that the JL tends to make a massive mess when they come through town. I would rather they stay far away from me, thank you very much.

So, it turns out that both you and Jason are very cryptic. I don’t know how much you know of the time between when Jason was 13 and his 16th birthday, but he said that he was with a friend of your mother’s? He said that you would know her as Aunt Talia and that your mother was always the more levelheaded of the two. This was…confusing for many reasons, one of which is that your Aunt is my little brother’s bio mom. Anyway, Jason said he was with your Aunt when he met Gina, in ‘this little place in Canada.’ He mentioned an island and a bay that sounded a lot like the Bay of Fundy. If you have any idea why your grandmother would be out there, then we can puzzle out how they met. As for how they got separated, I am afraid that this time it had something to do with a chef? Something about him chasing the two of them out of town with a cleaver? Apparently, this chef is another relation of yours. Marinette, I must be honest, you have quite a few deadly relatives. you aren’t going to come through the screen and slice my head off, will you?

This afternoon, I got a call from the police station, by the way. Apparently, Jason and Gina had been busting drug gangs in their free time and there was some incriminating evidence. I am not quite sure how they got into it, but they have been issued a warning by the local Bats. You may be seeing this chaotic duo again in Europe sooner than either of us would like if this keeps up.

As to the sparing question. Jason, as I believe you are aware by now, likes to keep fit in a variety of ways. Bruce made sure all the children under his roof could fight and protect themselves. This means that while Jason may be the biggest in the family, and I am considered the smallest, I can still beat him in an even spar if I put some work into it. For the most part, I prefer not to use the same tactics that Jason uses, and since he and I tend to train at the same time, we see each other but don’t usually go head to head. I have to say it was quite a rush to beat him earlier today.

Alfred mentioned something about housing a guest who would be making sure that the family was presentable for the Gala. That wouldn’t happen to be you, would it? If you do come to Gotham, may I show you around? I know that having an experienced guide in any city makes things much easier.

On that note, I am going to make the assumption the Bruce didn’t know who he was commissioned, so I will warn you that he may ask that you get a background check done. Up until this point, he has only communicated with you through lawyers about the press fiasco. he probably won’t make that connection for a while yet.

Have a good evening,

Tim DW

P.S., of course, I would like the recipes! Any that you send would be greatly appreciated! My family thinks that I rely too much on coffee and not on sleep. Do you have that problem much? It has gotten to the point that I have a few shops that I go to that the rest don’t know I like. It’s the only way to get the sweet nectar of coffee! What is the worst thing you have done to procure caffeine? I hope your family helps you more than mine does. They say that if they didn’t monitor my caffeine intake, they would be enablers.

Marinette giggled at Tim’s frustration with her brother. It looked like the two of them were going to keep it a secret a while longer. Although, when she did go for the Gala, and the fittings the week before, it would only be a matter of time before the Waynes figured out the two were related. After all, the features of Willis Todd are hard to hide.

Still smiling, Marinette made a note to tell the others that Batman had been notified.

Glancing at the time, Marinette reached blindly for the cold cup sitting nearby. The grey cup that was covered in pink sparkles read ‘I can’t talk right now. Leave a message after the squeak!’ The cup was one that Marinette had made after she started to wield Mullo, the mouse Kwamii, more.

Mullo and Plagg had been instrumental to her while she had been investigating the many businesses of Paris. Since then, the teen had kept the mouse around as an alternate form of defending herself. While the public had not been introduced to Little Mouse, the quiet vigilante had done quite a bit of work for the City.

As Marinette sipped on her current super coffee, (cold brew, two shots of espresso, one pump of vanilla syrup, and a mocha monster. affectionately named Minnie Mouse) she made a list of her tasks for the night. If she could send off the sketches of what the Waynes wanted for their gala pieces, then she could do the basic list of things she would need to get at the fabric store the next day. After making her list, she could start on her design for her own dress. Glancing back up to her computer, Marinette froze. She had to email Tim back at some point as well.

As she was standing to retrieve her camera and sketchbook, Marinette’s personal email dinged. Glancing over, she realized it was an email from Tim. Again. With a frown, the teen opened the message. The email was in no way close to the formal communications the two had been trading.

From: [email protected]

To: [email protected]

MARINETTE

I AM SO SORRY. WHEN THE WHOLE PRESS THING HAPPENED, WE ALL TALKED ABOUT IT AS A FAMILY. JASON WASN’T THERE AND I JUST FOUND OUT WHY. HE AND BRUCE WERE YELLING AND I WASN’T EAVESDROPPING BUT I HAD GONE TO TALK TO B AND HE HAD BEEN YELLI GAT JASON ABOUT SEEING A SISTER.

JASON WAS YELLING AND TOLD B TO SHOVE OFF BECAUSE AND I QUOTE-

“MARINETTE WAS MORE IMPORTANT THAN ANY FAMILY EMERGENCY AND IF VISITING HER WOULD GET HIM IN TROUBLE THAN HE WANTED NOTHING TO DO WITH THE FAMILY.”

YOU

ARE

JASON’S

SISTER

HOLY SHIT

-tim

Marinette’s brain came to a screeching halt as she read the email once, twice, three times before letting out a string of curses. Dammit, Jason.

She collected her thoughts and pulled up an open template to respond to the other teen

From: [email protected]

To: [email protected]

Tim. Please tell me you have taken a deep breath and have had time to reflect since you send the last email.

Yes, Jason is my older brother. Well, half-brother. My mother died when I was young, and since she had been having an affair with Willis Todd (a horrible man, by the way.) she had put his name down on my birth certificate. Catherine definitely never liked me, but she put up with my presence. Multiple times, Jason and I would run away or end up on the streets because of the fighting that would happen in that house. One day, I ran when Jason wasn’t around and was caught by CPS. Up and away I was sent to France whit the couple who had found me when I ran away from CPS. Jason thought I was dead until that scandal broke almost two months ago. That’s why he vanished. He came here to visit me. This was the first time I have seen him in 10 years. Neither of us was exactly thinking clearly.

It doesn’t surprise me that your father knows that Jason and I are siblings. However, it also wouldn’t surprise me if he didn’t make it very far down that path. Jason thought I was dead for years. I kept tabs on him, but that doesn’t mean he knew about that until he got over here.

I am going to respond to your last email as well.

Yes, the current plan is for me to arrive in Gotham. About a week before the Christmas Gala. That way, I’ll have time to do any last-minute fixes. I would love to have you show me around your city if that offer is still open. I haven’t been to Gotham since I was 6 years old, so I don’t remember much of the place.

-Marinette

Ps, I’ll send those recipes soon. I don’t think you want a super coffee tonight. 😊

After hitting send, Marinette sighed. With luck, she could have her list done by dawn. What was one more super coffee, after all?

HIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!!!!!!!

ok ok ok ok

i have been really excited to post this one, and actually almost posted last night! Self control? don’t know her!

this one i think is really important because Tim and Mari aren’t super formal in their talking anymore. also...who can guess what went down with Aurore and Mari???

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justafairytailofinnocence · 2 years

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Hey, could I get a male harry potter & DC match up?

I'm a 21 y/o straight cis female business student. Pronouns are she/her. Hogwarts house is gryffindor. INFJ & 5w4

Personality: I'm shy, sensitive, simple, oblivious & straightforward. I value communication & individuality a lot. My friends say I'm a funny and mysterious crackhead, which none of them expected because I look normal/nerdy. Got a bit of mommy issues too if that helps lmao. Socially eventhough I'm shy I can still start conversations and keep them going.

Hobbies: I love gaming (player vs player), reading, learning about different things, watching movies (mostly psychological ones or comedies) & writing in my diary c:

Love language: Quality time is the most important for me. Physical touch is something I reserve for people I'm close to like best friends.

My type: Funny, dorky, intelligent and kind. I take a very long time to develop romantic feelings so I'd need someone who I can be good platonic friends with at first.

Thanks for taking the time to read this! <3

Hello dear 💖 for the Harry Potter matchup I ship you with:

Fred Weasley 🎉

- he met you in Hogwarts when you were sorted into his house. Fred had no idea what it was but something about you took him in like infactuated.

- your personality is what helped him befriend you. He met you through ginny and you two had secret feelings for each other.

- when you two walk the corridors or Hogwarts he holds your hand. The boy acts really goofy as well.

- when Draco came by and started teasing you. He hexes Draco square in the face turning his fingers into toads. You laughed as the other two ran.

- your Molly's second daughter she treats you with so much caring and kindness she adores you. Whenever you come over she bakes things for you while inviting you over for Christmas like Harry. Arthur finds you fascinating especially asking "what's the function of a video game".

- you knew Fred since your First year but didn't really show any feelings for him aside from the 5th year.

- Fred proposed to you after the battle in this scanario he didn't die because you protected him. You got married after Hogwarts having a half blood child with his hair and your eyes.

For DC I ship you with:

Barry Allen a.k.a the flash⚡

- so you were assigned in the justice league after they recognised you having the power of fire. You can set yourself on fire and control it but when angry your whole body sets into a blaze you were nicknamed phenonix.

- you and the flash started dating after a mission. You knew him from those silly moments when finding out he had a crush on you.

- he took you out on a date before realising he wanted to keep it a secret since the others may tease him.

- you two took the time to know each other. He loved to hold hands with you and run with you while you flew in the air.

- your wedding was at a chapel. Your child had the power of fire and speed they become the next flash with his hair and your eyes.

Anyways that's all I have for now:

Ta Ta💫

#Harry Potter matchup #Harry Potter matchups open #dc matchup #dc matchups open

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silverdecepticon93 · 4 years

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The “Good” News

Request by Anon: “Can you do an imagine where the Reader and Klarion are freshly engaged and Reader reveals her relationship to her sister Zatanna and her father Zatara (this is before he put on the helmet of fate) and they don’t react well it? I was recently diagnosed with Covid-19 and I really need something to brighten up my day. Love your writing, and I hope you stay safe!”

A/N: I love the Zatara's and hope they add Zachary in season 4 because that’d be awesome! I also hope you get better!

Out of Giovanni Zatara’s daughters, you were always known as the more ‘wild one’ because of your impulsive and reckless behavior, not to mention your inappropriate use of magic at times. At least, that’s how most of the Justice League would describe you, you on the other hand, would describe yourself as a lovable wild card.

Kind of like Alex Russo from Wizards of Waverly Place or something.

Still, even if you were an adult, Zatara still worried for you and you’d constantly have to assure him that you were fine and could take care of yourself. That you’d promise to make good decisions, that you’d never do anything dumb, or that you weren’t going to get involved in danger of any sort.

“YOU CAN’T BE SERIOUS!” Your father shouted angrily, his green eyes now narrowing at you.

You had just told him about the “good news” about you and Klarion. Yes, Klarion, as in the Witch Boy and member of The Light. The same organization your father fought against alongside his allies of the Justice league

“I told you he’d react like this, darling” Klarion hummed, looking at his hand nonchalantly, the black diamond engagement ring shinning brightly on his ring finger.

You fidgeted with your own ring, the one that matched Klarion’s, before biting your lip and looking at your raging father.

“Dad, I know what you’re thinking-” You were cut off by him.

“(Y/n), he is a villain! A Lord of Chaos! He’s no good!” Zatara scoffed.

“Thank you.” Klarion smirked, still looking at the ring on his finger.

You frowned and looked at him from the corner of your eyes, only to elbow him in the ribs and making him gasp in pain before glaring at you. His onyx eyes now flashing with annoyance.

“What, if he’s going to insult me, he may as well say things that I’d feel offended by.” Klarion scoffed, a playful grin on his lips. You rolled your eyes before looking at your father, “Look, Dad, I know that this is a bit out of the blue-”

“Out of the blue?” Your younger sister interjected, “I didn’t even know you guys were seeing each other!”

“This doesn’t concern you, little girl.” Klarion snapped at your sister. Zatara immedeatly stood in front of your younger sister, “You have no right to talk to my daughter like that and you also have no right to marry my (Y/n)!”

“Dad!” You growled, not exactly in love with how controlling his words sounded.

“Well, that’s not exactly your choice, now is it?” Klarion mused, Teekl now perking her head up as he took a step closer to your dad.

“Klair.” You said sternly, not sure what he was going to do.

He held a hand up towards you as he gave you a reassuring look that he wasn’t going to hurt your family, at least, that’s what you hoped that look was. Giovanni only continued to stare down the Witch Boy with his hand in his jacket, most likely gripping tensley at the wand he had stored.

“Look, if it makes you feel any better, (Y/n) rejected me the first four times I proposed.” Klarion recalled bitterly, his charcoal black eyes looking back at you.

You smiled sheepishly at him and scratched the back of your neck nervously. Yes, Klarion had asked you to marry him four times before you finally accepted, it wasn’t because you didn’t want to marry him, it’s just that you weren’t sure how you would’ve told your family. As much as you loved Klarion, you also loved your father and sister, and just needed more time before finally deciding.

It’s also not like Klarion had asked you three more times after that, he actually waited a year before popping the question again, then you’d reject, and then he’d wait another year. He was patient with you, not one guilting you or pressuring you into changing your answer, and Klarion wasn’t exactly known for his patience as most people knew.

“For some reason, you mortals allow your families to influence your decisions because you ‘care’ about each other or something,” Klarion rolled his wrist dismissively as he used his other hand to scratch under Teekl’s chin “but keep in mind that (Y/n) was the one who wanted to tell you about the engagement, I would’ve prefered to keep it a secret and skip the whole drama.”

Zatara frowned at Klarion’s words, “Don’t you tell me how I should fee-”

Zatanna then put a hand on her father’s shoulder, making him look down at her to see her smiling weakly at him.

“I mean, Dad, he’s kinda got a point...” Zatanna began before moving from behind her dad, “Would you rather she kept it a secret or that she told you to your face?”

“Zatanna, dear, you can’t be serious,” Giovanni gasped in disbelief before gesturing over to your fiancé, “Do you want to incorporate that into our family?”

“Ouch.” Klarion sighed, faking a hurt tone in his voice.

Zatanna looked at you, her azure eyes staring into your (e/c) ones before she finally walked from her father’s side and over to you, wrapping her arms around your waist and pulling you into a warm hug. You were taken aback by her reaction before smiling softly and hugging her back.

“I mean, it’s going to be an adjustment...” She began awkwardly as she pulled away from you, “and it’ll be hard to explain to the Team but...as long as you’re happy and being treated well.”

“I don’t know any other way to treat her,” Klarion smiled lovingly at you before pulling a bouquet of flowers from his sleeve and handing them to you.

You smiled brightly as you held them to you, giggling softly before pressing a kiss to Klarion’s cheek. His rather smug grin melted into a genuine soft smile at your gesture. Zatanna smiled at the scene before looking at her dad.

“Well?” She asked him.

You looked over at your father hopefully, internally wishing that he’d accept it and that he’d try to be happy for you.

“You-” His tone became stern before he cut himself off and exhaled softly before looking at you, “You’re my daughter, (Y/n), I want you to be happy. And if being with the Witch Boy makes you happier than anything then...I can try to be open-minded.

“Daddy!” You exclaimed happily, running up to him excitedly before hugging tightly, “Thank you! Thank you! THANK YOU!”

He gasped a bit by how strong your grip was before looking down at you, seeing the wide smile on your face and utter happiness in your (e/c) eyes before returning your smile and pressing a kiss to your head.

“This doesn’t change anything between us.” Zatara growled, now looking at your husband-to-be.

“Oh, definitely not,” Klarion agreed, a devious smile on his face.

While this might be a big adjustment for your family to make for your sake, they’d try their best to accept you and Klarion’s relationship, only as long as Klarion made you happy.

And your Klarion made you happier more than anything.

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