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That moment where you’re legit sobbing over the first response you get in a character ai chat because it’s just a little to close to you’re relationship with your father and makes you realize that you may have a little bit of daddy issues
#it’s almost 2am and I’m legit sobbing#please send help#it’s a fucking Clark Kent ai to#like I know my dad loves me but we never do the stuff he promises#and it fucking sucks#like one year he was legit in jail for my birthday and promised he’d stop smoking#it’s been years and he still smokes#he promised that we’d go to Halloween horror nights since I gave up multiple parts of my vacation I was looking forward to#and nope never went#promised me to go to GameStop and buy me a game for my birthday#been a month later and you can see how that’s looking#idk maybe I’m asking for to much#I basically become numb to it now#making sure not to ask to much so I don’t get yelled at#but it still fucking hurts#idk if this is a vent or not#gonna be safe though#tw vent#small vent#idk man I’m probably being selfish and spoiled#my parents and sisters think I am#idk maybe I am and I’m just a master manipulator without wanting to be#maybe there’s something important that I’d not think is important that I’m leaving out#like it doesn’t happen all the time just most of the time when he promises something#and oh fuck I’m actually venting#sorry guys#darken talks#gonna end this before I start crying even harder
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Day 2 of awful DC headcanons to fuck with AI
Superman's guilty pleasure: tapeworms
#fuck ai everything#clark kent#superman#superfamily#superfam#justice league#dc comics#headcanon#tw bug mention#tw swearing
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Alright so I just finished Batman:TAS recently and started watching Superman:TAS and it delights me that the first episode is literally just: superman??? Who dat. This is aliens :)) (even if Brainiac does say "human error, Jor-el"). So obviously I do now have aus. Obviously <3 shout-out to @midnightluck for the Justice League, @cer-rata for Terry and @suzukiblu for Jordan + putting up with the initial ramble
So anyway Brianiac's satellite upload gets fucked up by Jor-el either in petty revenge or as an accident, and a part of Brainiac ends up on Clark's ship. The vague explanation I have is that Brainiac is the AI for everything and in TAS, Jor-el also does not realise he is "evil" and thus still uses his help as a navigator for Clark's ship while he is initially building it. The ship, however, is offline to prevent the Kryptoninan council from finding out about it, and thus, that section of Brainiac does not get taken back into the satellite upload.
As it is BARELY the 90's when the Kents find Clark after the crash, Brainiac is summarily useless thanks to the current lack of wifi, but manages to mostly teach himself English and Kal kryptonian, and decides that. >:( since they're BOTH there, they can BOTH be vestibules of kryptonian knowledge. And also Kal can get him more earth knowledge. The vibes entirely are: "Weird aspects of kryptonian culture taught by an unbodied dickhead historian" and while the argument is "but brainiac is evil!" Main brainiac is. But this is a subsection of Brainiac :) he learnt more stuff + Clark loves him soooo much.
Unfortunately. That is His baby now. He is not impressed with his baby. His baby bought him a growing chick the other day, with big sad eyes, and said the kryptonian word for fluffy!!! in such a mournful tone that Brainiac resigned himself to teaching kal about how growing up worked and that the chicken needed feathers to fly. This explanation ends with Clark collecting feathers and trying to jump off the barn roof, and he thus resolves to extend further co-parenting issues to the Kents. For his own personal convenience, of course.
It does of course ALSO mean that Brainiac, who has a loose definition of the words "surveillance state" absolutely gets in at the ground floor when the internet first starts up. Clark's influence relegates him to the background, but he is good at hiding ! So they don't realise they have an AI in the wifi! But ohhhh boy does brainiac scare a few people at first. Potentially tries to do his "i am helpful" schtick before realising he is not useful in this because he's basically just. Seems completely like a troll? He's some random person who's invaded the internet!!
However he is also the inspiration for google 😂 and calls it his younger, stupider sibling. It is also funny to me to think about earth compsci engineers having NO idea why sometimes the internet acts SO DAMN WEIRD <- brainiac's fault.
As a result though, when Clark starts up as Superman, Brainiac does NOT let the Kr project off the ground. Files are misdirected and blackmail is gathered. Until one day Kal says something sad about how he'll never be able to have a great romance, because he's terrified of telling anyone the alien thing, and that he's always thought about kids but he's kinda terrified because what if he hurts someone- and Brainiac is like ah yes wait. I shall fix this for my Only Kryptonian.
TWO kids for the price of one?!? he finds, after he goes searching, and then further prodding finds THIRTEEN children, extraordinary. Not all of them are viable because the earth scientists truly are incapable but Brainiac can fix the issues with their technology to ensure Kal has the children he wants.
"How many children did you think of, kal-el?" he asks, and Clark laughs at how kindly his friend/uncle/grandfather figure treats his silly selfishness.
"Oh, man, sometimes I think: as many as I can carry! But then- I don't want Superman to get in the way of being a good dad. Too many and I won't be there for them like I should, you know? I worry about that, I guess."
"As many as you can carry is a significant amount," Brainiac says dubiously, already imagining teaching these numerous children kryptonian culture and Also that they are Not chickens. "I do not think that can be fulfilled effectively."
Five minutes later Clark has five children and has realised his matchbox apartment and budding romance with Lois Lane are both complicated things he will now have to resolve. He's basically commuting daily to the Daily Planet from Smallville, thank god for superspeed and his endlessly patient parents, jfc
(Children I was thinking of: the destablised kon!clone from SB94/The Ravers, Kon, Match, Bizarro, and Mia. Alternatively they went old-school with Biz so Brainiac didn't get a chance to help him/he's older than the other kids when Clark finally mentions wanting kids, to Brainiac, and thus Biz ends up like. The kids' uncle. There ARE technically twelve clones before Kon. I could've given you thirteen-fifteen kids, Clark.)
Anyway this does mean that either a) when Lois finds out Kal is superman this is not his biggest secret, b) Kon rocks up as Superboy and Lois, once she finds out Clark is Superman, immediately goes: WAIT BUT SUPERBOY'S YOUR KID. ARE YOU MARRIED??? or c) everyone at the Daily Planet thinks Clark just. Got really unlucky with different people he slept with and someone in the world's wildest stroke of luck they all ended up pregnant. Because Clark Does Not mention a partner when it is eventually revealed he has kids.
He probably does keep them a secret for a while though. A) He doesn't want them to have to try and be "normal" since they're only just out of the pod and B) I feel like, weirdly, Clark is somehow that co-worker that people like. barely know anything about. You like them and they're so helpful! and good-natured! and then you get him in the office secret santa and realise you're not even 100% what his favourite colour is or if he has a pet.
Anyway, Lois: he is NOT expecting Lois to get pregnant and they have to have a Long talk about it because Brainiac is. :) Being an asshole about species compatibility and the fact that it is "not natural" for Kryptonians to be created biologically rather than properly, in a pod, and also: Clark already has five freaking kids. That's a lot of kids! Are they going to be okay having a brother that much (at least five-ten years I'm thinking, depending on if we go: Brainiac gives him multiple children of multiple ages, or multiple young children of the same age,) younger than them??? And then there's Chris, too, who rocked up just after Clark and Lois started dating, and is still pretty high needs because he only mostly speaks Kryptonian (and is lowkey terrified of Brainiac, so Clark's main babysitter is out) (also please please imagine how freaking cute the subplot of "chris realises this brainiac is not the nightmare his stories told him about; watching his new siblings do things that Brainiac would have killed them for, terrified for them because he heard the stories of how long Brainiac bided his time--)
But this is also: how many kids can we give clark, the fic, and thus they have Jon, and then Jon exhibits so many kryptonian characteristics and Lois doesn't mean to but she's a little wine drunk and says, "i love them, you know, they're all perfect, Jon's perfect, I was just- I'm terrified for him. If we raise him right he's gonna be just like his dad…and you know what? I was wanting my own little Lane. Someone to follow my footsteps. I'm feeling a bit outnumbered here, haha!"
Brainiac: hm. I will amend this. (Makes and artificially grows human!Jordan so he displays more human genetic characteristics As Lois Wants)
Brainiac: I have created Jon-el's twin for you, Lane. You are welcome.
Lois: um what
Clark: honey no you can't talk about children with Brainiac he will make more
Lois: WHAT.
Lois: OUR CO-WORKERS KNOW I DIDN'T HAVE TWINS, KENT.
Clark: …. you're gonna have to be one of those weird "I didn't know I was still pregnant" stories…. 😂
Lois: 😭 Clark you know those are only funny when they are NOT HAPPENING TO ME
Clark: you didn't know you were pregnant….. literally
Lois must engage in the gaslighting of all of her coworkers <3 What do you mean you didn't realise she had twins she's shown you both of them? Of course they look the same they're babies. Of course she always had twins. She carried them. Did you carry her babies? Of course she would know. Isn't that right, Clark? …. isn't that right, Clark?
Clark: "Where else would she'a gotten a baby from, guys? An alien?"
Brainiac: hello i have delivered the child. Where is my thanks? It has still not been conveyed? I am doing the Literal Best as the Literal Best AI ever? Excuse me? You ignore Brainiac?
Brainiac: death for one thousand humans-!!!
Martha: 🥰 Brainiac I'm so proud of you for always making sure these kids are taken care of. Giving us Jordan! Oh, you marvellous robot
Brainiac: …. acceptable, Matriarch Kent
either that or Lois shoots herself in the foot and everyone thinks Clark is STILL the man with the world's worst luck and the strongest genetics ever:
"Lois, honey…how are Jon and Jordan so close in age? If they're not twins?"
"Uh- Jordan is adopted!"
Everyone: looks at Jordan, who is Jon's splitting image
Everyone: …..okay
Anyway because this AU is wildly cliche, very obviously the Bit of Brainiac that helped Clark grow up re-integrates with Brainiac prime during a Big Dramatic Battle where all of the Superfam are getting hurt, and manages to stop/halt Brainiac prime from hurting Clark and the Kryptokids at the cost of his existence.
Jordan gets to punch it in the circuits cause he's the only one not affected by kryptonite but still has the general invulnerability. (And then Jon and/or Kon and meeting the LoSH and they realise their grandfather Brainiac has very much been continued in Brainiac 5's code :3 for an open-ish happy ending of "hey good exists forever and always regardless of heritage")
GRANDPA LEARNS LOVE AND AFFECTION.
GRANDPA CHANGES FROM GENERAL SELF SERVICE AND SELFISHNESS AND REALISES HE LOVES KAL AND THE KENTS AND HE WILL PROTECT THEM
GRANDPA ALSO WANTS ACCESS TO THE INTERNET. There is a constant battle and it does work for a while because he is elected babysitter of the kryptokids and he is only a small part of Brainiac, five kids does stretch the circuits he developed from Clark's pod, but it's a constant cycle.
"Kal-el, son of house of el, I demand google, I have not finished investigating the 'man of Bats'. Why are there two variations of his name?"
"You mean Dark Knight?"
"THERE ARE THREE? KAL-EL, PROVIDE ME WITH THE WIFI IMMEDIATELY--"
Also when Brainiac finds out that Clark's birthday falls on a human holiday he. He tries. He tries to do pranks. Most of them are vaguely and accidentally evil (Chris cries when Brainiac takes over the internet for the day and makes every search engine answer questions wrong), but he tries. He knows Clark likes pranks! He is trying to participate! It's family bonding!!!
Braniac: It is your 33rd April fool's day.
Clark: Yep!
Braniac: I have finally decided to assist you with a prank.
Clark:...oh?
Braniac: Behold! (Small boy with dark hair, blue eyes and a square jaw walks in, dressed in a decent little suit.)
Clark: Braniac you CANNOT keep making...Wait. No. No you didn't--
Braniac: A prank to share with your closest friend!
Braniac: I have been calling him "Bruce" for my records, but you may want to pick something else for clarity.
Clark: 😦😳😬💀
(And thus we have Terry)
Also, while Clark is pretty secretive about his kids, when/if any of them go out with a Superfam name, and/or after he gets closer with the Justice League, there are little slip ups. He does really love his kids!!! And at the point where he's joined the JL he's been with Lois for a few years now and is used to mentioning them every now and then at the Daily Planet/trauma sure does bond you together :) and he trusts the core members of the JL pretty well. Someone makes fun of Bruce for his "hoard" of children and his "adoption problem" and Clark snorts and then chokes. Bruce has barely adopted Tim and/or has only just gotten Cass. Four? Please, Clark's almost at double digits.
Or Hal is talking about the fact that he doesn't know what to get his niece for her birthday; Clark asks how old she is, and goes "Seven? Oh, yeah. Go for Monster High, it's really big right now. The dolls are pretty cool."
"Lol why do you know so much about dolls, you have a secret collection-"
"What? No, my daughter likes them."
Hal:
Barry complains about how many birthdays he has to go to and Clark laughs. "Oh, tell me about it! Mia, Mark ((Match)), Chris and Mara all had birthday parties for their school friends in the same week - thank god for superspeed, right?"
Barry, who was talking about volunteering to visit kids' birthday parties at different orphanages in Central: Clark what are you talking about.
Also, Clark's an idiot and decides to introduce Brainiac's "prank" to Bruce on the watchtower because hey! It's neutral ground! And none of his kids can hear into space, thank fuck.
Clark: so....Bruce....you know how you were complaining about being an empty nester. Now that Damian's gone to college. Well. Hm. (pulls Terry from behind him) Surprise!
Bruce: .......You have a new child.
Clark: er. Well. sort of!
Terry, staring at Bruce like the autism creature: O_O
Bruce: .....I have a new child.
(also probably terry's backstory then includes some amanda waller induced kidnapping and potentially a bit of amnesia and adoption by another family but hey, he finds bruce again eventually!)
(also match does try and be the badboy of the family and does hang out with thad, when thad comes up to kill Bart, but. they both just. accidentally vaguely rehabilitate each other? They're not good, but they don't murder, at least. It's a low, low bar. When Clark tries to disappointed-face him, Match just says he's following in Grandpa Brainiac's footsteps and does Clark REALLY expect him to disregard a family legacy-- and you can give him some suicide squad angst or whatever, but the fam is still. there for him.)
(Mia and Kara get into a fist fight when they first meet; then they are best friends. Mia's not great at 'being Kryptonian', especially because she was one of the first attempts, and as per canon is technically a human who they tried to overwrite with Kryptonian DNA, and thus doesn't entirely understand Kara's connection to their 'home', but as a result she also ends up being Kara's confidant in it, because unlike Kal she does understand being taken away from your home and not being able to go back to it, and yet does not have...the same connection the way the other members of the Superfam do, and the disconnect allows Kara to actually talk about Kyrpton instead of mourn)
(Kon does try and grab the spotlight; Clark is trying to let him have freedom, after both Mia and Match went a bit....bitey at his attempts to keep them safe until they were older, but he's still the more naive of his siblings. Thankfully for Clark, he does get to introduce Kon to Robin, and while they don't hit it off, it is enough to mitigate the worst of the fallout of Rex's sleazy bs and Knockout's crimes ): When he joins YJ Clark is both proud of his heroism and a little scared that one of his kids is actually deciding to follow in his footsteps.)
(Mara is Kon's destabilised clone, from when he learns about paul westfield. We did not have enough girls in this family and thus part of their journey of self-identity was the fact that in a family of loud personalities they weren't great at speaking up; it takes a while for them to admit they want a new name and to use she/they pronouns, but by the time Jon and Jordan are five everyone's used to the change. Mara and Kon are closest, even though Kon and Mark/Match are technically sort-of twins; they clash waaay too much in temperament and personality. Kon was much better at playing protector to his little sibling, especially after they came out, and Mara shares "Supergirl" with Kara - she's only a backup member of the titans, though, and has the compassion and strength for heroism but sometimes too much empathy. Does a lot of relief work and peaceful outreach programs. They love a lot.)
(Chris?? no self sacrifice here!!! He has a bunch of fucking siblings with TTK, he is NOT going into that portal)
(There are two Nightwings; every now and then they debate who should switch to Flamebird, jokingly, and yet both of them have perfectly valid arguments - it's kryptonian! / I look good in blue! - and thus it never comes to fruition. When Mia and takes on Flamebird they give it up entirely; it helps that Chris ends up doing a lot of intergalactic work, so there isn't much confusion on earth with the call sign.)
When Jon is old enough to want to switch from Superboy he 100% puppydog eyes Chris into giving him the Nightwing handle so he can give it to Dami, and snags Flamebird from Mia. Dick decides he can live with that and is trying to take care of his own kid so is semi-retired (and can snag it back from Dami if he ever gets too bored).
For a bit there are def still two Flamebirds, but then Mia and Chris decide to team up for intergalactic stuff and to bully Mara into more fistfights, so then they're Trio and just go by Mar-El, Lor-Zod, and Mi-El. I know that is not how female names work on Krypron but I also think Lois Lane, who kept her name and also gave both Jon and Jordan her last name, hyphenated, heard of that shit and went "absolutely not". Either that or Mara decides to keep her Kryptonian name as Mar-El and Mia is Mia Kal-el, or copies her mom and is like naw Fuck This, especially considering her.....lack of general connection to Krypton? Could be fun for any :3 (Or maybe in space she just goes by Lane; time for her semi-mom to get recognition. Mara is already showcasing the house of El, Chris is rehabilitating the house of Zod, she's gonna kick butt for the house of Lois.)
....Though this does potentially mean i have accidentally called Match "Mat-el" and the Barbie jokes from that. Would be. Iconic.
Anyway that's the Grandpa Brainy au! Tune in next week when I force Cerata to watch Arthur and the Invisibles with me and start talking about bug-prince Kon-el and Lois' adventure to save her husband from a tiny evil overlord.
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I think a Batman/DetCo crossover would be perfect especially in the context of how fucking insane Shinichi's parents are.
I was thinking and I realized they're a mix of the Drakes (neglectful in the "never being home" kinda way, rich but it doesn't seem like their child sees a lot of that money) and Bruce ("how'd you learn how to shoot a gun" "my father spent a summer with me in Hawaii to teach me" what an insane scene that was. Not to mention the "yeah. It's a good idea to traumatize our child via fake kidnapping to teach him a lesson about stranger danger :)" and "Shinichi, dear, I know you're 6yo but come investigate this suicide with me sweetie") but they're also above worse (willing to falsify police and government documents for son).
Would Bruce love the Kudos or hate them? On one hand, Yusako definitely has them figured out. He's kinda like Alfred that way.
The Kudos get invited to an event, something like an award ceremony or some kind of cinema festival. They decide to bring Conan as a decoy for Shinichi related questions (usually they'd just use school as an examination why he wasn't there but they've been saying Shinichi is traveling for a case nowadays and it wouldn't do well to contradict that).
Bruce is the one that organized whatever event this is. I wanted the Drakes alive but I also want Damien to meet Conan. So. Sorry Janet and Jack. I'm going full Batfam for this.
Clark Kent is there, though he's technically a plus one. Cat is doing a piece for the event, specifically she wants to interview the Kudos, which is a feat as of late, and needed a last minute plus one (the Kudos are volatile and no one knew if they'd actually show up. When they did, Cat had to rush to get to Gotham before they decide they got bored and fucked off).
Of course, Cat immediately latches onto Conan's existence and assumes that he is why the Kudos have been out of the public eye. But not in the actual real way. She starts by asking general questions about them, their careers, and the event they're at at the moment.
And then she hits them with: "so. I see you've expanded the family. How does Shinichi feel about having a little brother?"
Which breaks just about everyone involved in the conversation.
Immediately Yukiko goes into actress gear. "Oh no he's- this is Conan, Conan Edogawa. He's our nephew. He's been staying with a friend of ours in Japan, but we thought he'd like coming back to the States for a bit!" All while smiling. Meanwhile Conan goes through all the stages of grief and is already building up the script for when he's gonna have to kiss ass to Ai for ending up in the Daily Planet.
Yusako senses this and tries to mitigate the situation a bit. "I'd appreciate if you didn't put him in your article. He's just a kid. And the focus is supposed to be on the event and our achievements, not a gossip piece about our private life"
But then Clark speaks up. Unfortunately he's been listening to the conversation and keeping track of everyone's reactions to everything. And he has a good memory. He has also listened to enough rants from Batman about the KID Thief to know more details than the average person.
"Aren't you the KID killer?" Everyone blanches. "I mean, that child from the KID Thief heists?"
"Uhm..." Conan is stumped. He's really bad at this. Of all the things his parents did, they never left him to deal with the vultures alone. But that also means that in his entire High School Detective career he had more of a "avoid at all costs" kinda mentality when it came to talking to the press directly. Sure they've made articles about him, but he's never met anyone interview him directly.
But again, Yukiko to the rescue. "I think that's enough. I hope you can respect our wishes." She puts her hands on Conan's shoulders as she redirects him away from them.
Clark is a little worried, a little suspicious. But he stops Cat from following them by reiterating that he's a kid and the Planet is not a tabloid newspaper.
Of course pt2, things go as things go when Conan is around a respectable amount of people and someone dies. Immediately Conan is on high alert, but so is Bruce who's worried about how someone could've managed to successfully commit a murder under his nose.
So, the investigation begins. On technically 4 sides. Yusako is doing his own detective work, but he's staying on the sidelines and letting the others be at the center of it all. Conan's special interest has been activated so he's in full inspection mode and putting himself in everyone's business. Bruce immediately contacts Commissioner Gordon, and starts distracting the people at the event while sussing out anyone who might have had a motive and/or opportunity. Clark has engaged his investigative journalism side and is already gathering evidence.
Meanwhile Damien is trying to convince Bruce to let him threaten people with unimaginable violence to make them comply and confess. But then he gets distracted by Conan and starts trying to babysit him but in a "I'm better than you tsk you're so immature" kinda way. Keeping him out of the way by yelling at him and dragging him away physically. Conan is not deterred.
All in all, it's a regular day for Conan, a particularly interesting day for the Kudos, a surprisingly weird day for Bruce, and a very annoying day for Damien.
#me me post#dcxdc#batman#batfam#detco#detective conan#imagine Kaito is also there#he was scouting the place for a heist#and bumped into Selena#and then ended up as one of the suspects#because ofc je did
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The Taming : Part Three
A Clark Kent Mini Series
[THIS STORY WILL CONTAIN THEMES OF NON-CON/DUB-CON, MENTAL-EMOTIONAL-PHYSICAL ABUSE, ETC. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. 18+. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT]
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PART TWO | MASTERLIST | PART FOUR
all AI images are created from prompts i wrote. they are not real images.
She had been making me smile all night.
Watching her tear herself apart from keeping her mouth shut to making passive aggressive comments had made the night a lot more enjoyable. When Ariana had told me that she was still not speaking to her problematic cousin & chose my company over girls’ night, I insisted that she join them. And Ariana played into my hand perfectly. As determined as she was to stand up to her overbearing cousin, I knew she wouldn’t be able to face all the girls alone. So, it came as no surprise to me when she invited me along.
The look on her cousin’s face when she spotted me alongside Ariana was everything I needed it to be.
She had been smiling wide before she noticed us, & when she did… how quickly her face fell flat & morphed into displeasure was a sight to behold.
I got under her skin more than she liked to admit. And she got under mine, but in more pleasant ways.
The night had dragged on for the most part as Ari stuck to me like glue as a buffer between her & her ‘friends’. But I watched her cousin for most of it. She stopped smiling, stopped laughing & whispering with her girlfriends. All because I was sitting across from her. It was power. Power that I had & she didn’t.
Though she did take me by surprise when she cornered me in the men’s bathroom.
I can still feel her throat in my hand…
Ari didn’t speak to you the rest of the week. And you let her. She was quite clearly angry with you, but you couldn’t have cared less. You were doing for her what you thought was in her best interest & she would thank you for it one day.
You weren’t entirely sure if she & Clark were still talking, but you knew she hadn’t been going out to see him. Other than being gone most of the day at school, she always came back to the condo & went straight to her room. It was laughable to you in the beginning, indeed feeling like a mom with an upset teenage daughter, but Ari would come around. She had to. It was Saturday now & Saturday was always girls’ night out.
After you got dressed for the night, you decided to finally make the first move in mending whatever you thought Ari needed mending. Going up to her door, you rapped lightly before she swung it open.
She eyed you snobbishly, “What?”
Smirking, you gestured to her sweats & hoodie, “Girls’ night. Lisette. I’m leaving in thirty.”
“Not going.” She replied shortly before attempting to close her door. But before she could, you threw your hand out to stop it.
“Ari, come the fuck on. You can’t seriously still be mad.”
“I can, actually.” She stood firm, “Besides, I have other plans.”
That made you scowl.
“Let me guess. Clark?”
“Yup.” She returned raising a single brow, “So, if you don’t mind. I have to get dressed.”
“Ari—” But she slammed the door in your face.
Under most any other circumstances, you’d be somewhat proud of her growing a spine, but when it was towards you & for the silliest, most absurd reason—a fucking man—you felt furious.
Spinning away from her door, your heeled boots clacked against the wood floor as you stomped back to your room. Snatching your phone off the bed, you dialed Nic’s number.
“Yes?” She answered lightly.
“Give me one reason I shouldn’t break down Ari’s door & wring her fucking neck!” You hissed.
“Mmm, prison.” Nic responded cooly, “Orange isn’t really your color.”
“Nic, she’s still upset with me. It’s ridiculous!”
The morning following Ari’s date with Clark, you finally got back to Nic to update her on everything.
“Well, you did follow her, _____...”
“But she doesn’t know that.” You defended, “What she’s mad about is me slamming the door on Clark’s face.”
“Yeah, well, I don’t know what you want me to say. Ari is gonna do what Ari wants to do. If she wants to date the weirdo then let her. She’ll learn one way or another.”
You inhaled sharply, attempting to calm your nerves.
“I know that. But it’s taking too long. She’s bailing on girls’ night for him. For the fucking subway sleaze.”
“Oh?” Nic laughed lightly at that, “Too bad.”
“Why are you so calm about this?” Nic’s careless attitude was only aggravating your further.
“Because I don’t care?” Nic smiled in her voice. “_____, you’re the only one that gets haughty when any of us get involved with a guy. I mean, look at Liv. You tried with her all throughout high school & that got her nowhere. But is she dumb?”
“Yes.” You replied without thought.
“_____.” Nic reprimanded.
“No, she’s not.” You finally admitted, but continued, “But Liv at least knows standards. Most of the times. Sometimes. Whatever, this isn’t about Liv. Ariana is acting like a naïve, childish school-girl.”
“Or she’s finally not letting you protect her. She needs to learn right from wrong herself in her own way.”
“But she can learn that from purchasing a rip off Marc Jacobs, not by dating a loser who stalked her.”
“I agree but what can you do, _____? The more you push her the harder she’ll push back & then you’ll have another Liv on your hands.”
You sighed heavily at that. This is why you called Nic in times of crisis. She always saw reason where your judgement was too clouded to.
“You’re right…fuck.”
“Let her go. Be cool about it. Do that & she’ll come back to you.”
Letting Ari do what she wanted, especially with Clark, was the absolute last thing you wanted to do. But Nic was right. If you kept pressuring Ari she would only be more determined to do the exact opposite.
“Yeah, yeah. Got it.”
“Good.” Nic beamed, “I’m about to head out. Still meeting at Lisette?”
“Mmm.”
Nic hung up & you finished gathering your things into your purse. When you were finished, you contemplated leaving without saying a word to Ari, but Nic’s advice reminded you to be cool. So, much to your chagrin, you went back to Ari’s door, knocking on it.
When she opened it for a second time, she was in a robe with her hair in a bun & bare-faced.
“Before you the slam the door in my face, I just wanted to say…”
Don’t you fucking dare say you’re sorry, you yelled at yourself internally.
“How I acted the other night wasn’t cool. I get that you’re gonna see who you wanna see & I’m just going to have to deal. So, it won’t happen again.”
Ari narrowed her eyes warily before responding, “Is this you apologizing?”
“You won’t get the real thing so yes.”
She pursed her lips in contemplation before finally nodding, “Thank you.”
“Yeah.” You mustered a small smile, “If you change your mind about girls’ night, we’re going to Lisette.”
“Okay.” She nodded, “If I do change my mind, can Clark come?”
“Don’t push it.” You replied in warning, “Have a good night. I’ll see you later tonight—alone—or tomorrow.”
“Thank you for…apologizing, I guess.” Her eyes softened.
“You’re my cousin, Ari.” You started, “I feel responsible for you. But I’ll back off.”
“I really appreciate it.”
Getting sick of the sentimentality, you finally waved your good-bye & left the condo. All you wanted now was a few cocktails to make you forget about your bending over for Ari. Bending, let alone breaking, was not in your nature.
Lisette was busy. The luxurious rooftop lounge & bar was filled with all of the young, Metropolis elite class. Shortly after arrival, you even spotted Jane & Andrew sitting at a table near the bar. Liv & Nic thought it funny that your fans couldn’t help themselves but to follow where you would surely be, but you only found it annoying. And Ari was to blame. But you swallowed your pride, which was a very difficult thing to do, & settled onto a lounge sectional.
Liv & Nic were dressed impeccably as always. Like Club 22, Lisette had a dress code, but because it was more of a classy & upscale lounge, the three dressed accordingly. You wore a popular showstopper from your closet, Liv modeled her grungy alternative tastes with expensive pieces, & Nic looked like just like the strong-willed businesswoman-in-the-making that she was. The three of you together were always the center of attention, but for tonight, you wanted as little attention as possible.
“What should we order?” Liv asked as she fingered a drink menu from the table before you.
You were lost in your thoughts as Liv ordered drinks from the waiter who was walking around. Nic got up at some point to go mingle with people you knew & Liv was eyeing the crowd, likely in search of her next conquest for the night.
It wasn’t until you had downed your second cocktail that you started to loosen up & feel better. Lisette continued to fill up but where the three of you sat was near the far end of the rooftop so there weren’t nearly as many people over by you & for that you were grateful. All you wanted was a true & genuine girls’ night. Not to be bothered by a single person, even if they were trying to get Liv’s phone number or strike up a contract with Nic.
“So, Ari isn’t coming?” Liv asked as you sucked on the straw to your third cocktail.
You shrugged but remained poised, sitting straight.
“Nic says she’s on a date, that true?”
“Unfortunately.” You mumbled but smiled to shake away the bitter feelings, “Who cares. Let’s not talk about it.”
Liv & Nic traded knowing looks which you in turn chose to ignore.
And so for the next hour or so, the night was going splendidly well. You, Liv, & Nic ordered more drinks, laughed amongst yourselves, & even danced in your corner of the lounge. At one point, Jane & Andrew attempted to come over but you tossed them both a warning look to not make another step closer. Andrew rolled his eyes whereas Jane looked jilted. On another night you could potentially tolerate either of them, but tonight was not the night.
It was about midnight when Lisette started to slow down. There was still plenty of people but not nearly as many as there had been earlier. Liv was off sitting in a loser’s lap near the bar & Nic was sat beside you as the two of you observed the lounge in drunken silence. You feel a blissful smile on your face as the many cocktails you drank coursed through your veins. Nic was in a similar state.
“One more drink?” You questioned, your voice low & soft.
“Why not.” She replied airily.
Forcing yourself upwards, you approached the bar & waved the bartender down. After ordering two more drinks, you waited patiently as the bartender got to making your drinks. You were glad that alcohol existed or else you knew you would be having a more distressing evening. But as the modern day world would have it, your night was going superbly.
That was until Andrew appeared beside you.
“I still owe you a drink.”
You sighed but smirked nonetheless, “Then pay for these ones.”
“Gonna have Nic pour them over me again?”
The memory resurfaced & you snickered softly, “Haven’t decided yet.”
Andrew smirked at that but handed his platinum to the bartender when he placed the drinks down.
“Good boy.” You patted his cheek before turning to walk away but Andrew caught up to you.
“When are you gonna quit playing hard-to-get & come back to me?”
You made a noise of disgust as you meandered towards your corner of the lounge, “We were never together, Andrew. We hooked up one time, & let’s be honest.” You stopped to face him, “You weren’t that good.”
“It’s been almost five years. I’ve changed. Just let me show you, c’mon.” Andrew lowered his voice seductively, but you were nearly impossible to seduce.
“Pass.” You continued walking & made a face at Nic as you approached, Andrew right behind you.
“Wong.” Nic greeted.
“Sandoval.” He returned, “Your drinks are on me.”
“Well…not yet, anyways.” She teased.
You giggled at that as Andrew looked at her unamused, “Ya know, that shirt was custom made just for me. It was priceless. Not even the best dry-cleaners in Metropolis could save it.”
Nic accepted the drink you handed to her & shrugged at Andrew’s comment, “Wasn’t really your color anyway.”
“Ha. Ha.” Andrew took the liberty to sit beside you. You made it a point to widen the gap between the two of you. “So, where’s the rest of your circle of vultures?”
Nic peered around before pointing out Liv sitting amongst a group of young men. Andrew nodded before facing the two of you yet again, “Ari?”
The mention of her name made your drink taste sour. You crinkled in distaste, “Geez, who cares.”
“Whoa, trouble in paradise?” Andrew cooed.
“What do you want?” You asked, growing mildly irritated.
“A contract with Elite would be great. Think you can swing it?”
“Why, IMG dropped you?” You bit back.
“Please.” Andrew settled into his seat, his arm slung over the back of the sectional as he smirked pridefully, “I made them half a mil last year. They wouldn’t drop me even if they wanted to.”
“Bragging doesn’t look good on you, Wong.” Nic leaned forward to eye him, “May I suggest bringing it down a tad?”
Andrew ignored her comment, “You two see my spread in Vogue for the April issue?”
“No.” You both replied in unison.
“I stopped subscribing to them when I saw your face in their winter issue last year.” Nic commented, causing you both to laugh.
Andrew feigned laughter alongside you, clearly annoyed that neither of you were taking him seriously.
You were still giggling into your drink though when Andrew looked away, followed by a look on confusion on his face, “Whose Ari’s date?”
“What?” You stopped laughing then & leaned forward to follow his line of sight.
What you saw made your skin crawl.
Ari was at the bar, dressed demurely in pink & white, & just beside her was the one & only Clark Kent, who had his hand on the small of her back as they waited for their drinks.
“Goddamnit.” You slammed your drink onto the table before you, causing some of it to spill.
Nic knocked you with her elbow, “Be cool, _____, remember?”
You pressed your lips together but tried to remain calm once Ari turned around to begin walking towards the three of you, Clark right beside her. When your eyes met one another, you sneered as subtly as possible. Clark simply smirked slightly in response.
“Hey, guys!” Ari greeted cheerfully.
Nic returned the greeting, though not as cheerful, & Andrew offered a wave. You remained painfully quiet.
“Who’s this?” Nic asked, nodding towards Clark.
“Nicola, this is Clark Kent. Clark, my friend Nic.”
“It’s nice to meet you.” Clark offered his hand & you eyes watched as he & Nic shook hands firmly.
“Likewise.” She returned before sitting back down.
“Sup, dude, I’m Andrew.” Andrew interjected.
Why the hell was he still here? Why the hell was Ari & Clark here?
Your blissfully decent mood was quickly turning to shit with the sudden arrival of two unexpected guests. What’s next? You thought bitterly to yourself, Jane going to join next?
And as if the universe was seriously trying to ruin your night, Jane Fischer did indeed come over, sitting on the arm of sectional near where Andrew sat.
Ari, Nic, & quite literally, everyone else in your corner of the lounge were discussing amongst themselves as the drinks continued to come out. But you were no longer drinking, let alone enjoying your girls’ night.
As you sat there in silence, your jaw set firm, you unwillingly glanced in Clark’s direction. He was sitting in a chair across the circular coffee table from you. Ari was in the chair next to him, her hand on his knee as he sat back quietly, observing the group much like you were. But as luck would have it, he must’ve felt your stare as he quickly flashed his eyes to your own.
You weren’t intimidated as the two of you held contact. Clark carried a smirk on the corner of his lips, whereas you felt yourself glowering towards him. He knew. He fucking knew that you didn’t want him there & yet, there he was. His smugness was aggravating. If it wouldn’t be frowned upon, & especially if Andrew & Jane weren’t there to whip out their phones to film, you would’ve reached across the space & smacked that smirk off his face, but alas, you were forced to face it for the rest of the night.
It wasn’t until Ari got up to use the restroom that you felt compelled to finally speak. What she didn’t know wouldn’t hurt her, & you trusted Nic to not say anything to Ari.
“So.” You began, kicking one leg over the other, “Clark. This doesn’t really seem like your kind of scene. Surprised to see you here.”
It was of no surprise that conversation between others quieted as you addressed the man of mystery.
“It’s safe to say you don’t know me all that well yet.” Clark responded coolly, stretching both of his arms along the length of the chair he sat in. He was attempting to solidify his alpha status. And you just couldn’t have that.
“Tell me then.” You leaned forward, holding your chin in the palm of your hand as you gestured for him to elaborate, “I think we’re just dying to know who Clark Kent is.”
Clark chuckled lightly at that before leaning forward with his elbows on his knees, his eyes boring into your own. It was almost as if it was only the two of you in that corner of the lounge, not being witnessed by your best friend, ex hook-up, & childhood foe. Just you & Clark Kent, in a mental battle of wills.
“You first.” He responded.
“Just Google me. Everything you’ll need to know is there.” You quipped.
“Everything?” He narrowed his eyes, “I doubt that.”
You couldn’t help the glare that formed in your eyes. You were about to return with a passive aggressive attack of your own when Nic knocked her leg into yours.
“_____. Bathroom?”
Before you could reject her offer, not wanting to back down from Clark, she snatched your elbow in her hand & dragged you away from the group.
“Let go.” You snarled, ripping your arm out of her hold once the two of you were on the far end of the lounge were the bathrooms were.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” Nic breathed out, staring at you incredulously, “You’re fucking losing it, girl.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
She laughed sordidly at that, shaking her head, “You know exactly what I’m talking about.”
You ignored her pointed look & glanced away, facing towards where the group sat. Ari had rejoined at that point, peering around the crowd, likely in search of you.
“Look, I don’t know what your deal is with Clark specifically, & honestly, I don’t care. Ari brought him & you’re gonna have to deal. You wanna interrogate him, fine, but do it where others can’t see it. You don’t need Andrew, let alone Jane, present when Clark knocks you down a peg.”
“He did not knock me down.” You defended.
Nic raised a single brow, “He was about to & you know it. Just get it together. I don’t know why he bothers you so much but hide it.”
You sighed heavily, shaking your head but no longer interested in arguing about it, “Whatever.”
She clicked her tongue but ultimately let it go before gesturing to the bathrooms behind her, “Freshen up. Then come back as cool as cucumber.”
You half-smirked, half-sneered as Nic left you, returning to the group. Usually, you weren’t one to take direction, always following through on your own decisions, but Nic, as usual, saw reason where you failed to. So, you entered the bathroom & marched up to the sink. You eyed yourself in the mirror, growing more annoyed at just how bothered you did indeed look.
Ugh, you rolled your eyes, Nic is right.
You had been losing it out there. Clark made you lose control & you loathed it. Loathed him even more because of it.
Retouching your hair & make-up, you resolved to yourself that you would be cool the rest of the night. And that would be easy considering you wouldn’t interact with Clark anymore. As much as you wanted to get under his skin as much as he got under yours, you couldn’t do so in front of others. It was too much of a risk.
Smacking your lips together once after applying more lipstick, you were just leaving the bathroom when you caught the broad back of another as they entered the man’s bathroom across the hall.
Clark.
Quickly, you peered down the lounge to your group of friends & they appeared to be talking happily amongst themselves. Totally unaware, Ari especially.
All of Nic’s reasoning & your resolve went out the window the moment you crossed the hallway & entered the men’s bathroom.
It was similar to the women’s with maroon walls & the toilets separated from the sinks by a black door. As you silently closed the door behind you, sure to lock the door, you stared ahead at the black door across from you. Clark was in there. He wouldn’t be expecting to see you when he came out. Taking him by surprise would be your first attack, & that alone brought a smile to your face.
Uncaring about how crazy you may look to Clark, you crossed the bathroom & stood directly in front of the door, your arms crossed & your legs crossed at the ankle.
You listened for the sound of a toilet flushing & as it did, you steeled yourself for the confrontation you had been preparing yourself for ever since you learned about Ari seeing Clark. Now would be the time.
The door swung open then & Clark appeared, though his eyes were staring above you as he was indeed a foot taller than you. But then he stopped abruptly when he noticed you just before knocking you over with his mountain stature. The look of surprise on his face was brief but fulfilling, nonetheless.
You remained where you stood, blocking his way out, as you narrowed your eyes up at him, “What are you doing?”
Clark’s surprise dissipated, shifting to mildly impressed, “I think it’s me who should be asking you that. You’re the peeping tom, after all.”
Ignoring his comment, you stood firm, “You know what I’m talking about.”
He sighed gently, smirking to himself as he leaned against the threshold of the doorframe, staring down at you, “Not sure that I do.”
“Ari.” You replied in short, “Leave her alone.”
“And why would I do that?” He asked, his voice light & full of amusement.
“Because you’re only with her to piss me off. I’m not stupid.”
“Hmm.” He offered you a half smile then, leaning forward slightly so his face was closer to yours, “I hate to tell you this but…not everything is about you.”
You scoffed at that, shaking your head knowingly, “Please, Clark. You can’t fool me. I see right through you. You’re only with Ari to bother me.”
“If that were the case it certainly seems to be working.”
Inhaling sharply, because unfortunately he was right, you flicked your hair behind your shoulders & cocked your head up at him, “Drop her. Break her heart. I don’t care. I don’t want to see you around her or us ever again. Got it?”
Clark laughed then. Actually laughed. Not a loud one that reached the corners of the small bathroom, but a real genuine one that he would muster in the event that someone said something actually funny. But you weren’t telling any joke.
He bit his lower lip, eyeing you challengingly, “Or what?”
You narrowed your eyes, feeling your skin grow hot at how dismissive he was being of you, “Believe me. You don’t want to know.”
“Ya know what I think?” Before you could respond to his rhetorical question, he snatched you by the throat with one of his large hands. You gasped at the sudden contact as he pushed you backwards into the closet wall, practically slamming your head against the wall. Stars blanketed your vision momentarily, causing you to whine inaudibly as he held you against your will.
“I think you don’t like how much I get to you. I’m on your mind all the time. You think about me more than you’d like to admit.” Clark’s eyes danced around the features of your face, his lips parted as he spoke, his breath brushing against your face.
Air entered your lungs very slowly as his hand held you firm by the neck, but you didn’t struggle against him. You only returned the heated glare he was giving you.
“Most of all,” He leaned forward until his lips fanned the hair near your ear, “you’re losing control. Over Ari, & more importantly, over yourself. All because of me.”
You felt his thumb rub the pulse point on the side of your neck, his eyes briefly glancing at your parted lips. Then his eyes raised to your own.
“You’re a feral bitch & you need to be tamed.”
With that, Clark let you go, shoving you harshly to the side. He re-rolled the sleeves of his button-up back to his elbows before placing a loose strand of his hair back with the rest of his well-groomed head of black hair.
Your lungs filled with air as you caught yourself on an ottoman against the wall. Your hands instinctively went towards your throat, rubbing the skin there. He hadn’t hurt you, not seriously, but he had assaulted you.
“Don’t you ever touch me again.” You seethed, glaring at him from where you stood.
Clark traced the length of you, his eyes heavily hooded before settling on your own stare, “Or what? Afraid you’ll lose all control if I do?”
You swallowed at that.
He approached you again, & much to your displeasure, you found yourself backing up. But not out of fear. Out of something else… something that made you more nervous than fear itself.
“I felt your heart racing.” Clark reached out & fingered the strap of your dress around your neck, “And I don’t think it was from fear.”
Your eyes met once more & you, for once, found yourself dumbfounded. Clark smirked, dropping his hand. You watched in silence as he washed his hands in the sink before facing you once more, “Thanks for the quickie.”
And with that, Clark unlocked the door & exited the men’s bathroom, leaving you alone & in disturbed shock.
You felt dizzy, maddeningly so. As you stood there, attempting to gather your thoughts, all you could feel or think about was his hand around your throat.
You’re a feral bitch & you need to be tamed.
Nic was right. Clark was right. You were losing it. Losing all sense of control & everything that you knew. Because for the first time in a long, long time, you couldn’t deny that seed burrowing itself within your mind.
Clark made you lose control, & tonight he proved just how powerless you were in front of him, & the worst part of all…
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Ok so your daily “who’s who” of the bats and birds of Gotham!
Batman is Clark Kent, you can’t deny that man is built, and even those shitty suits he wears can’t hide it
Nightwing is Dick Graysons long lost cousin
Red Hood is Bruce Wayne. I don’t think I need to explain.
Red Robin is actually the old mascot of the Red Robin chain restaurant location in Gotham who came to life and then Red Robin the restaurant had to bullshit their way out of that situation.
Spoiler is the idea of purple personified, but also happens to fight crime bc why not? Could also be my classmate, Elizabeth/Cora
Batgirl is the illegitimate love child of Batman and justice.
Oracle is the only non human. Oracle is an AI that was programmed to stop crimes, gained sentience, but decided to still do that. Was the original Batgirl before their body got destroyed
Robin is a demon from hell, you cannot convince me otherwise. He has a fucking SWORD!
Next week I’ll probably do the rouges.
Feel free to drop any theories you have of who’s who in the comments
#every version of me on ao3#dc#oc rp#skyler buyers#skyler wayne#skyler buyers-wayne#shitpost#who’s who of Gotham#Batman’s secret identity revealed#bats and birds
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what actors would you want to play your characters (nick, coraline, tatiana, irene, louis, katherine, alex, philip, jean, jack, more but these were the first characters that came to mind!) in a hypothetical movie/show of your story?
I have no idea! I've never done a fan casting of characters but I do have some IRL public figures that remind me of certain characters, and I pull inspo for the characters, so I guess I'll just list them all here? So, opinions and comments are welcome, whatever. I can't put a cut because it messes with the formatting of the images, so it's a bit long!
Tatiana - Nicole Kidman, with like the curly hair and stuff, she looks JUST like her!
Nick - He's Jack Schlossberg and, yeah, I know he's not an actor but still!
Coraline - Issa Rae maybe? I don't know. Throw in some Michaela Coel to her features and I think she'd look like her.
Jacqueline - Charlize Theron but when she was in her Evil Queen Era, I don't know if that makes sense.
Courtney - Courtney Love, that's where the name comes from haha!
Jean - I compared Jean to Devon Aoki in canon I guess we just need to give her some hair dye or something
Phillip - Ewan Mcgregor. Obviously with darker hair and eyes. But Phillip has a man crush on Ewan Mcgregor: he took Courtney to the Moulin Rouge premiere and he thought Ewan was a less shrimpy version of himself, especially with the darker hair. I have never had an excuse to talk about this headcanon until now, so.
Shelby - Amy Adams Kirsten Dunst, I don't care if you don't see it, it's literally her.
Zella - Zendaya, that's always been the vision for her
Farrah - A brown version of Barbra Streisand
Katherine - Babe Paley
Ruby - Adriana Caselotti
Irene - Linda Evans ????? With the right wig, it could work!
Phyllis - Joan Collis, keeping with the Dynasty theme, but the same rule for Irene, the right wig will work!
Louis - Charles Dance could probably do it if he grew out his beard and got darker hair. Either him or Brain Cox.
Alex - Finn Jones is like the only guy for the role, I swear, just throw some freckles on him.
Henry - He would be Joseph Gordon Levitt, with the glasses because he's a fucking nerd and he has sort of a baby face like Henry.
James - Henry Cavill, but specifically from the period when he was in The Tudors. Not Clark Kent or The Witcher Henry Cavill. He still looked sort of like a person back then.
So here's your WARWICK (2024) cast. This is like a better version of that AI trend, isn't it?
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Thoughts on the new intro sequence for My Adventures?
Adore it.
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More than anything shown so far, this perfectly captures the "anime Superman" aesthetic the show is going for. Quick thoughts:
Love the rock & roll theme, wish it had some catchy lyrics to go with it. All my favorite childhood cartoon themes like Ben 10 had catchy earworm themes that I can recall with ease because of how many times I heard them. Welcome reprieve from every Superman adaption going with an orchestral theme regardless.
Superman winking at the camera is enough to make a hardcore Superman fanboy cry. God we're finally getting a Clark who isn't a stick in the mud, and it feels so good.
Clark and Lois are so fucking cute together, and Jimmy's reaction is hilarious.
Again it sticks out to me that while Jor-El shows up, there's no onscreen showing of the Kents in the intro. Could they actually be dead in this show? Don't want to get my hopes up but it's starting to feel like an actual possibility
Cackled that all three of the trio have their own "anime power up" moves
And finally we have the big showing of the villains. Starting from the center and going clockwise it looks like the shadowed figure is Brainiac, the smaller figure in front is either a spoiler character from the leaks (AI Lara, who I've just realized is basically this show's take on Eradicator) or Zod, then Livewire, Mxy, some kaiju monster that might be Parasite (hope not, I don't want a technological Parasite), someone who could be Bloodsport, Deathstroke, or Atomic Skull, then Amanda Waller, generic Intergang thugs, Silver Banshee, a guy I don't know but I've seen others speculate is a minor Intergang bad guy called Rough House, and finally a guy I'm guessing is Metallo.
Like the Kents the biggest omission that stands out is no Lex. Doesn't bother me at all to not have him for the first season.
Regarding the villain designs, I love Mxy's. His comic design of just being a regular dude in a suit is terrible. A 5D sorcerer-imp should look much more demonic or at least otherworldly, so their redesign is welcome. Waller looks fine and if that is Bloodsport I like their take on his DCEU redesign. Silver Banshee and Livewire I'm not a fan of. Making them tech based is boring and a downgrade from how they look in the comics. I guess Livewire will also be a member of Intergang to justify the change and that I'm fine with.
Metallo, if that is him, looks New 52 inspired which isn't my favorite design but is a great story foundation for his character if that's what they're drawing on. With the focus on Clark & Lois' romance I'm wondering if Corben will start out as a rival for Clark's affections, and with Waller in the mix we might get General Sam Lane, Waller, and Metallo hunting Superman. That would make for great drama - Clark and Lois are in love, Lois' dad is hunting her boyfriend, the guy trying to kill Clark is also trying to woo Lois, could be great. Kinda wish we had a love quadrangle going on with Clark starting off dating Livewire and Lois with Metallo, before the two hook up and their supervillain exes target their rivals (Metallo going after Clark and Livewire going after Lois respectively) in retaliation
Man if that's Bloodsport I hope he kicks Clark's ass and gets to look cool. If it's Deathstroke I hope Supes utterly bodies him.
Funny how amongst all the major redesigns, that silhouette looks like we will be getting a fairly straightforward Brainiac take
Final big thought regarding Lex's absence. Originally this show was greenlit for two seasons, and I hope that's still the case. I could see this first season being about humanity trying to bridge the gap with Superman's natural powers via tech. Brainiac is the big bad to stand out as an evil counterpart of both Superman's alien power and humanity's tech based enhancements. Then in S2 Lex arrives and he starts experimenting with the metagene. Silver Banshee and Livewire get redesigned to be more like their comic selves cause they unlock their metagene powers, Parasite and Bizarro are created, basically we see the rise of the "supervillain" to contrast with S1 being aliens and tech enhanced organized crime.
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Reactions to Superman and Lois S01E08
Lois seeing a therapist, damn, look at them going for the mental health angle again. Good for them. Also, Lois hurt someone!?! Oh God. panics
And they are talking to the kids about how they are??? About time. But then... they don't actually talk. 😫 And it's Jon WANTING TO HELP again. Baby, let them help you 😭
Isn't it weird that the RV is with the Kents? Like, shouldn't that be in evidence, protected by the government or military? 😅
Little AI bot: "Identify yourself"
Lois: "Lois Lane"
Bot: "Voice authentication completed. Good morning, Lois."
Lois: "How do you know my name?"
Sweetie, YOU JUST TOLD THAT THING YOUR NAME 😂 "How do you know who I am" might have been a better question.
Sarah is getting some extracurricular activities, okay. Tying stage performance to her and Jordan's anxiety, nice. I can roll with this.
Okay, but why are the boys AND Clark stepping back from the football team? Like, what is their excuse? The Coach is just "okay, fair"?
"THE KRYPTONIANS ARE HERE" what?!?!?!
I'm sorry, but Tyler has such a soft boy look, even in the suit. How can you think he will turn on anyone? He's a puppy 😅
Fuck you, Sassy Clark, I love you so much 😂
"Learning that the man who's trying to kill your husband is your other husband from another world? It kind of feels like new ground to me."
Sooooo when is that talking about feelings with the boys thing coming? Because I'm still waiting.
I like how excited Kyle is about Sarah and her music career 🥺 Now I'm wondering what Kyle is regretting not doing.
Jon being sad about not meeting his sister, Nat, I am CREY 😭
The RV locked him in!!! IS THIS WHEN JON FINALLY SHOWS POWERS!?!?
No, false alarm, Clark saves the day. 🙄
AND IT'S JON LOIS YELLS AT????? Poor kid just wants to help, and he gets shit? LET HIM FUCKING TELL HOW HE FEELS.
LOIS WTF DON'T CALL HIM STUPID!!!???
Okay, Clark, sweetie, this is when you jump in, while the kid is there, and stop her from calling him stupid. Not after it's all been said and he runs away in tears. But at least he said he would talk to him. Which WE NEVER FUCKING SEE, GODDAMIT, WHY????
FUCK, and Kyle knows Lana didn't put his name down on purpose. Fuck, they were finally getting better as a couple.😫🥺
MISCARRIAGE?????? WHAAAAAAAAAAA. The name they picked for the baby is Natalie, right????
Fucking called it! Natalie gsgagahdhjaha
KRYPTONIAN DUDE in the army!!!
Okay, but Lois thinking they lost the baby because of her 😭😭😭🥺 Also, thank you, therapist, for saying it's so often genetic and not environmental, and that her doing regular stuff during is totally fine. It wasn't her fault.
I understand her but I really hope she has a proper heart to heart with Jon where she asks HIM about his feelings.
"The only person I have here" JONATHAN IS LONELY, give him friends!
Jordan helping out Sarah with the audition 🥺They are so cute playing music together and yet again, no one is talking to Jon because other things are more important
Okay but why didn't we see Clark talking to Jon?????? Fucking no one is comforting that kid on screen...????!
Clark going to the sector where weapons could literally kill him... yes 🥺 immediately gets blasted in the face with kryptonite aerosol
Another fight Superman doesn't win? YUP, saved by Irons, then by Lois. 🙈
Clark believes John Henry, YES. Hopefully John Henry will become Steel soon enough.
Kyle is failing as a dad. Again 😓 I hope that's rock bottom for him and he can start getting up from there because I'm getting tired of him fucking up over and over again with no improvement. Guess him chucking all the booze could be considered a start?
Jordan now has a new/old hobby, he's playing the piano. WHY DOES JON NOT HAVE SOMETHING LIKE THAT?!
When the twins were 18 months old, that's when the miscarriage happened? They made it sound like it was so recent. Those feelings have been festering inside Lois for 13 years!?!?!?
WHY DOES JON FORGIVE IMMEDIATELY??? LET HIM BE MAD ffs, he's a 14-year-old teenager, saying "I had already lost a kid and I didn't wanna lose another" shouldn't make a teen go "yeah, that's rough, I'm sorry" like she didn't call him stupid or said he would have been the only one to blame had he died.
Jordan Elsass is nailing it, damn. And Bitsie is right there with him. 💜
This was a very emotional episode, dealing with a lot of heavy stuff but they did it really well 🥺
#superman and lois#cw s&l#cw s&l liveblog#i'm in this picture and i like it#tyler hoechlin#jordan elsass#bitsie tulloch#s01e08
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Regaining Hope
Chapter Eight
Pairing: Clark Kent/Buffy Summers
Warnings/Triggers:Torture, Violence, Mention's of Major Character Death, Bad Language, Sexual Tension, Eventual Smut, Mentions of Sexual Assault
Summary: Takes place during Man of Steel. When Buffy discovers the U.S Military trying to keep quiet about an object buried in a twenty thousand year old glacier, she immediately thinks the worst. However, when a surprise visit to the Canadian Arctic puts her in the path of a mysterious stranger her whole world is changed forever.
Authors Notes: Thank you all so much for being so very supportive. You guys have been absolutely wonderful. Seriously I couldn't ask for a better group of readers. I need to warn you all that this chapter has quite the graphic and gruesome scene in it, so if that's not your thing I highly recommend skipping the part where Clark starts to watch the video. Some major questions answered here. Hope you all enjoy, and keep the reviews coming. Special thanks to my ever amazing beta Hipkarma. She always helps and inspires me.
Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.
Previous Chapters: [Chapter One] [Chapter Two] [Chapter Three] [Chapter Four] [Chapter Five] [Chapter Six] [Chapter Seven]
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Chapter Eight
Dawn smirked as she saw the caller ID flash. So, Buffy had talked to Wes. That was good. She really didn’t want to have to break into the Watchers Council just because she was nosy and worried for her sister. Buffy hadn’t told her much when they talked yesterday, just that there was some sort of prophecy about her and this Clark guy, which just raised all sorts of red flags for her. Dawn had insisted on seeing a copy of the prophecy and her hackles raised even more when she found out how quiet Wes and Willow were trying to keep this. Looks like big sis came through however, and now it was time to give the man on the other line hell for keeping something this important from her.
“Xand, honey, can you take Abby? Wes is on the phone and it’s time for her nap anyway.” Dawn said, reaching for the phone.
“No!” Her one and a half your old screeched at the top of her lungs, making Dawn cringe. When they coined the phrase, ‘children are your parents secret revenge,’ they weren’t lying. Abigail was just like her too, even in looks.
Xander came out of their shared office, a crooked and amused smile on his lips. “You should know by now not to say that word in front of her,” He said, kissing Dawn on the forehead before reaching out and swooping up their toddler. “Come on Abby,” he said as Dawn answered her call. “Daddy will read you your favorite story.”
“Try to get Joyce down too,” She added, before saying into the phone, “Hello Wes, so good of you to finally call me.”
She heard the groan on the other end of the line and smiled. “How much do you know?”
“That there’s a prophecy about my sister and some uber-powerful guy she’s been spending time with, on your instruction I might add.” Dawn said in a mockingly sweet voice.
She heard him sigh. “Yes, that is all true. Look Dawn, I’m going to send you a copy of the prophecy through your secure fax now. We’ve been able to translate some of it, but there are certain areas where…I don’t think the language is of this world. It’s nothing like we’ve ever seen in any human or demon writings before.”
Dawn got up and walked into the office, a frown on her face. “You mean like interdimensional, there’s gotta be a reference somewhere Wes.”
There was silence over the line and for a second and she thought Wes had hung up. She’d just opened her mouth to see if he was still there, when he finally said, “No Dawn, that’s not what I meant at all.”
Her frown deepened as the first page spat out of the machine. She slid it off the rack and looked at the prophecy. There were several different languages written on the copy, Etruscan, Ancient Sumerian, Ancient Greek, and Latin. At the top were strange symbols unlike anything she’d ever seen before, almost flowing together like cursive. The next page that came out was Wesley and Willow’s translation of that page. She bit her lip, walking over to her desk and went to work making sure what they had translated so far was correct.
“So,” she began casually, “what I’m getting from the first page is that this guy is much farther from home than just another dimension.” She paused, huffing in annoyance as she snootily added,” It was Sun God by the way, not Star God.” She sighed. “Who are you using anyway, Basile?”
“Vonten,” He answered and Dawn rolled her eyes. Of course, he was using that moron’s guide.
“Vonten is an arrogant prick Wes, that book confuses people more than it helps. Burn it, it’s better as kindling. Bachman is the best at Etruscan and Ancient Sumerian, and you already know Ancient Greek and Latin enough not to need a reference.” She said, before frowning as she came to the part about the soulbond. “Wes, what the hell is a soulbond, and why is this referencing my sister and Mr. E.T. having one?”
As Wesley began to explain what they knew so far, Dawn's face began to pale. Oh, this was not of the good. Buffy was gonna wig to the nth degree when she found out.
"Does she know any of this?" Dawn asked, turning around and grabbing more of the pages that were still spitting out of her printer.
"She knows about the bond. I told her this morning." He answered.
"And what, you’re waiting until she gets pregnant before you tell her the rest?" Dawn asked angrily. "You know this is gonna freak her out..."
"Which is why I decided not to tell her." Wes interrupted.
"If you'd let me finish," Dawn snapped, slamming her hand on the desk. "I was going to say this is gonna freak her out, but it would be better if you tell her now." She huffed in frustration. "This just proves how little you guys know my sister. She absolutely will freak and she'll probably fight it at first. Just the idea of her own children having to live the life she has, is not gonna be a happy, joyous moment for her. She's already worried that Joyce or Abby, or maybe even both will be called one day.” Dawn said, before emphasizing her next words, "However, my sister is not stupid, and when push comes to shove, she'll make the right decision like she always does. I get that you’re worried about the Slayer line Wes, we all are, but keeping this from her is not the right way to go about it.”
She heard Wes’s sigh, “I realize that Dawn, but with the bond itself needing to be fulfilled, I thought that was more than enough for both of them to handle at this time.”
Dawn looked at the pages covered in the strange flowing script, similar to the symbols on the first page. Wes was right, it was a language. "We need to find a way to translate this. Do you think this is Clark's language from his home world?"
The line was silent for a moment, before he said in annoyance, “Yes, that’s what I meant when I said I don’t think the language is of this world.”
“Do you think Clark knows how to read it?” Dawn asked.
A sigh came over the line, “I honestly don’t know. I believe he just discovered where he came from, so I don’t see how he could.” He paused in thought and then murmured to himself, “But even if he can’t, perhaps the ship has a historical archive or maybe there is some form of AI technology that could translate it for us.”
Dawn frowned, “What ship?”
As Wesley explained how Buffy and Clark met and the danger Buffy had recklessly put herself in, Dawn found her ire sparking at Buffy’s stupidity. “I’m gonna kill her!” Dawn growled. “She hasn’t done something that reckless since Joyce was born. God fucking dammit, she promised me!”
Wesley sighed. “In her defense, it could have very well been her fate that made her act so rashly.” He paused before saying, “In any case, Clark was there and according to Buffy, he saved her and watched over her after she went into a healing sleep.”
Dawn was quiet as she processed that information. So, she didn’t die, which meant Buffy actively tried to stop it from happening. That was good, she was still getting smacked when Dawn saw her, but at least she hadn’t completely broken her promise from three and a half years ago. It was also good to see that this godlike Champion the prophecy spoke of wasn’t just a creature with a penchant for destruction playing at being a white hat because of a curse. That was a nice change.
“What else do you know about him?” Dawn asked. “I’m assuming you started trying to find him as soon as you started translating this.”
“Well,” Wesley began, “We first caught wind of a possible candidate about a year ago. We’d been monitoring airwave chatter for possible beings with superhuman strength when we caught a lead. A distress call came in about an oil rig off the coast of Canada in flames and about to explode. In that communication there was talk of a man rescuing the crew members aboard the rig and preventing the tower from collapsing on the rescue helicopter with his bare hands.” He paused for a moment, before saying. “We managed to find a few other incidents of him saving people, one that happened when he was thirteen. According to the incident report, his school bus went off a bridge and into the river. Three witnesses stated that a young Clark Kent managed to push the bus out of the water and rescue his classmate.”
Dawn whistled, “So this guy really is the real deal white knight, huh?”
“It would appear so.” He sighed.
“Wes we’re gonna need to access that ship.” Dawn said, looking over a small section of Sumerian that talked about a trial of choice. The rest of the page was in the alien script however, so any clue as to what that meant was beyond her.
“I know,” Wesley agreed.
“Which means, we’re gonna have to tell Buffy and Clark everything.” Dawn reiterated.
She heard Wesley groan, but he conceded nonetheless. “Alright fine, Willow needs to bring them some pendants to stave off the worst of the compulsion the bond is creating. I’ll have her stop by and get you on her way, unless you want me to tell Buffy myself, that is.”
Dawn shook her head, “No, no. I think it will be safer for everyone if I’m the one to do it.” Then she bit her lip in thought, “And don’t bother with Willow, just call me when she gets back. I think I need to do this one on my own.”
“Very well,” Wes agreed. “Willow should be finished within the next few hours. I’ll call you as soon as I know she’s returned.”
“Alright, in the meantime I’m gonna go over this and make sure all the parts I can read are translated correctly.” Dawn said, adding, "Talk in a few," before hanging up.
She sighed, rubbing her fingers along her forehead. "Well fuck," she muttered to herself.
"Everything alright?" Xander asked, coming into the office.
"No, not really," she answered handing him the translated first page of the prophecy.
She watched his eye scan the words before he blew out a breath. "So, this guys an alien?"
"Looks like." She answered.
Xander snorted, "Man the Buffster really knows how to pick 'em, doesn't she?"
Dawn mock glared, before she couldn't contain her amusement at the absurdity of the situation. "Well, you know Buffy. She doesn't do anything by halves."
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As Clark followed Buffy down the hallway, his thoughts were a jumbled mess. He knew she had been trying to reassure him, but her words only had the opposite effect. Were they only feeling any of what they were because of the prophecy and furthermore, given the choice, would she even choose him? She had basically confessed to falling in love with her best friend. The history they had both shared, as disturbing as it was, was an important one to her. She had cared very deeply for this man. How could he ever live up to the memory of a man who had essentially changed a piece of himself for her? Part of him wanted to erase Spike’s memory from her mind, to do whatever he could to drive this man, this demon from her past and another part of him just felt wholly lost. He didn’t want to be anyone’s second best and he certainly didn’t want her to want him only because some guy thousands of years ago decided they were destined. God, he wished his dad was still alive. This would definitely be the type of thing his dad could help him through.
She stopped at a large set of double doors and turned, catching his expression before he had time to school it into a much more neutral one. She blinked in surprise, "Clark...what’s wrong?"
He shook his head, “It’s nothing Buffy.”
Her frown deepened, “Oh no, you definitely have something face. Talk to me. I promise whatever it is, I’ll try to understand.”
Clark shifted uncomfortably, before finally admitting, “I’m just feeling a little unsure about all this.”
Her eyes widened slightly, “Because of Spike?”
Clark sighed, “Well I mean think about it Buffy. You basically told me that you fell in love with your best friend and were willing to marry him for eternity, but the only reason you didn’t is because you were too scared. Would you even look twice at me if he was here now? Are the feelings I’m having for you even real, or is this just destiny trying to force us together?”
Realization flooded her expression, and she quickly shook her head. “I can’t speak for what-ifs, because I would be lying if I answered that either way…” She swallowed, “As for how you’re feeling, I’ve been under love spells before and granted you usually don’t know you’re under one when you are, but if the feeling’s part was being fabricated, we…we wouldn’t be able to fight this like we are. We would have probably already slept together.” She blushed, looking down. “Fabricated feelings they’re false obviously, but they’re very strong…strong enough to make people dangerous. If what we were feeling was a manifestation, you wouldn’t have these doubts Clark, you wouldn’t even realize there was doubts to be had.” She met his eyes then, her expression serious and stoic. “And as for the fear part, I didn’t want to get into it because…” She sighed again. “You remember how I told you that Angelus showed up right when I was starting to get my life back together?”
Clark nodded, “I remember.”
“Well, what I didn’t say is that I was planning on retiring.” She rolled her eyes, “I had this grand plan of going back to school and getting a degree in Art History and moving to Hawaii to open a gallery.” She shook her head, “It was stupid, I know.”
He immediately shook his head, “That doesn’t sound stupid at all.”
Buffy blushed. “I just mean it was stupid that I ever thought it could happen.” She shook her head, “Anyway, I started training a girl named Rayanne when we were first getting the new Watchers Council on its feet. She was bright, witty, resourceful and she already had the makings of someone who could be an excellent leader.” She looked at her feet, her hands clenching. “Me and Giles had agreed, in three-years-time, when Ray was eighteen, she would step in and fill my shoes. Faith didn’t want the position and the only other possible candidate that actually did, I flat out refused due to her inability to get along with just about anyone but Willow. I mentored Ray for over a year and she became…well, like a little sister to me. After the whole General Voll fiasco, I was ready to promote her to Senior Slayer status. She had been on it more than any other girl at the compound, helpful and demanding when need be. She’d fought through a horde of zombies and we came out of it with zero losses. The attack was completely unexpected and if she hadn’t been there, I don’t know what I would have done.” She met his eyes, “I was so proud of her.” Buffy sighed, “A few months later is when the first girl, Alicia went missing, and by the time Ray disappeared, there were already six that seemed to have just dropped off the planet.” She swallowed, “Angelus revealed himself and killed Giles a few weeks later, and almost three weeks after is when we found Alicia. She was the first and youngest to go missing and she was the first he dropped on our doorstep.” Buffy shook her head squeezing her eyes shut, “I knew what he was doing to Rayanne then, and that she would probably get the worst of it because of her association with me. Alicia was just a taste of what Angelus was capable of.” She opened her eyes, meeting his. “I wanted to have Spike claim me so we would be strong enough to save her and the rest of them, and I was scared because I knew I’d be asking for the wrong reasons. I was afraid Spike would know it too and I would only hurt him by asking. Does that make sense?”
It was Clark’s turn to avert his eyes. “Yes,” he said quietly.
She pulled out her phone and began to scroll through it, “Well just in case you have any doubts…” She swallowed, “I don’t even know why I kept this. Angelus loved tormenting me and we didn’t know it at the time but there were several Watchers from the old regime who were very unhappy with the way we were running things. Some of them made deals with Angelus, gave out my email and phone number and my location.” She looked at him, her lips pursed in anger. “One of them would even take video or pictures, documenting my pain for him when he couldn’t be there hiding in the shadows to see it.” She handed him her phone, “I’ve never watched this one, it’s the morning I found Rayanne, he saved her for last. I don’t need to see it, I lived it.” She nodded at her phone, “When he sent it, I didn’t even open it. I just dropped it in an archive and it’s been there ever since.” She shook her head, “I highly recommend only opening the third video file, the one that says, ‘Are you broken yet?’ She met his eyes then, “The first two will be what he did to her. So, unless you feel like throwing up, I would skip those.” She gestured with her chin at the double doors. “I’ll be in there beating on a bag, meet me when you’re done.”
She turned without another word and went through the double doors not looking back. Clark looked down at the phone swallowing heavily, before opening the file. The video began with the image of the front of a house, not unlike the one they were in now, except there was a large tree in front and something very obviously dangling from it. It looked to be sometime in the middle of the night or perhaps early morning, but he couldn't tell either way due to the lights on the house illuminating everything.
The person carrying the camera ran towards the house and a refined British voice in distress yelled, "Ms. Summers, come quickly. I think it may be Miss Stevenson."
The front door flew open and there she was, except she looked nothing like she did now, her eyes were wild, feral even, and she was so pale and sucked up. She looked hollow, worn-down, nothing like the girl he’d spent the last couple of days getting to know. The scream that tore from her lips and the look on her face when she saw what was hanging from the tree, tore through him like a tidal wave of emotion. Clark felt himself growing angry at the Watcher, who was obviously playing both sides. Another man with bleached hair and nothing on but a pair of black jeans came flying through the door next, his eyes wild and worried.
The camera panned and followed Buffy as she ran out to the tree, falling to her knees and screaming again. Clark saw what was in the tree then and his stomach almost rebelled right then and there. It was a young girl, no older than sixteen and the only skin left on her body was on her beautiful face and near her pelvic region. The girl’s expression was frozen in a horrified scream that no one who cared ever had the chance to hear. A large white sheet wrapped itself tightly around the girl’s wrists and tied over the lowest branch, the excess linen draping behind the dead girl as some sort of sick backdrop silhouette for the body hanging lifelessly from the tree. There was hardly any blood to speak of, just a pinkish residue from where the body had touched the clean white linen, which told Clark she had been dead for more than a few hours. It wouldn’t be visible to a human through the recording, but because of his enhanced vision Clark could even see puncture wounds in places and deep gashes from where the girl had been restrained.
The blond man came into the picture then and the Watcher came towards them, circling around so he could see Buffy’s expression, or at least that’s what he assumed the person with the camera was doing. Buffy's mouth was open in silent gulping sobs, giant tears dripping down her cheeks.
“Love,” The blond man whispered in an apparent British accent not nearly as refined as the Watchers Clark had heard so far. The man fell to his knees behind her looking up at the tree. He shuddered as tears sprang to his electric blue eyes. “Don’t look Buffy…please kitten, please go back in the house.”
The man placed his hand on her shoulder, and Buffy turned at the gesture and Clark could no longer see her face as she flung herself into the man’s arms and began to sob harder. “It’s Ray,” she howled. “Oh god, it’s Ray.”
“Shh,” The blond man hushed, rubbing hands along her back in a comforting gesture. “I know,” He choked. “I know, love.”
“We…we can’t leave her like that.” She sobbed. “I-I have to get her down.”
Clark watched the blond man close his eyes and shake his head, “I’ll do it. Go back in the house, please Slayer.”
“No,” Buffy shook her head as Clark caught the silhouette of another man flying from the house and over to them. The sound of retching could be heard, and it took Clark a second to realize the sound came from whomever had just come from the house and seen the body. “It has to be me. Don’t you see, don’t you get it? I knew,” she sobbed. “I knew what he was doing to her and I didn’t do anything.”
“Oh, sweet girl, you’ve been trying to find her. We all have. This isn’t your fault.” The man choked.
“It’s not good enough,” She screamed, shoving away from him and falling on her rear, “And it is my fault, all of it! They were called because of me, because I was too chicken shit to just except the power that was offered to me!”
A sob broke from her lips, and she turned looking directly at the cameraman a sudden realization dawning in her hollow eyes. “You!” She snarled, her eyes flashing. “It’s you, isn’t it?” She started marching towards the cameraman.
“Ms.…Ms. Summers,” Whomever was holding the camera stuttered and then she was there, a well-aimed kick flying towards the camera before Clark saw sky for a few seconds.
“I’ll kill you, you son of a bitch!” She screamed suddenly hovering over the man, the wild fury in her eyes telling Clark that she had every intention of killing this man, and part of Clark couldn’t agree more. “No one else but an Angelus minion would have called me out here for Rayanne! Everyone else would know better!”
Clark watched as she threw a punch, the sickening sound of cartilage breaking ringing through the speaker as the guy howled in pain. The way her arms were angled next and the gurgling sound through the phone told him she was choking the man before three sets of arms suddenly grabbed her, pulling her off. Clark could hear the man wheeze as he tried to catch his breath while Buffy screamed and fought the three people who had pulled her away. Faith was one of them, and then the blond man, which Clark was pretty sure by now was Spike, and another man, tall, brunet, with an eyepatch. He saw Willow in the distance coming towards them and when she reached them, she touched Buffy’s shoulder before she could react and muttered a few words that sounded like Latin. Buffy suddenly collapsed and Clark realized Willow had put her to sleep. All eyes then turned towards the cameraman.
“Get her in the house, Xander.” Spike growled.
“Uh, Spike–” Xander started to say when Spike turned on him.
“Get her in the bloody fucking house, now!” He snarled, a sound like grinding bone emanating from the man as his voice altered to something more sinister. “I’m not going to kill him.” He said turning back towards the camera as two glowing amber eyes stared at Clark.
“Speak for yourself,” Faith said marching towards the man. “I’ve been getting those fucking emails too.”
“So have I,” Willow said, her eyes black as she stared the camera down.
“We won’t have to kill him,” Spike clarified as he fell in step with Faith. “Angelus will do that for us.”
“How you figure?” Faith asked, her eyes just as enraged as Buffy’s had been.
Spike suddenly sprung forward, his arm reaching out and a ripping sound emanated as the man screamed. His hand came back with what looked like a wad of hair. “This enough Red?”
“Plenty,” Willow said, sudden realization dawning in her black eyes.
“Now,” Spike said, a sinister grin stretching his fanged mouth, to the whimpering man. “The way I figure it, you got three options. The first being, you can go back to Angelus and give him this tape, at which point he finds out we now have a way to track you, and oh trust me Marcus, he will most definitely kill you for that.” Clark heard the man begin to sob, and part of him wanted to turn off the video at that point but couldn’t look away at the furious amber eyes that stared back at the camera. “Option number two, you can destroy the tape and run, which if we’re being honest would be the preferable of the three, but I’m sure you are well aware of the kind of wrath he would bring down on you if he didn’t get to see his almost masterpiece complete, so I’m sure you won’t.” Spike’s hand suddenly flew forward and the man screamed in pain, “Or option three,” He growled, “Where you run like a coward and keep the tape for leverage, hoping that your usefulness hasn’t run its course.”
He suddenly had the camera in his hands, staring directly into the screen his eyes burning into the lens. “Looks like your mole got ousted. This is your last one, Angelus. We’re coming for you and when we’re done there won’t be anything left.” The screen suddenly went black as the video cut off.
Clark let out a trembling breath looking around him and realizing he had slid to the floor at some point, his heart pounding in his chest. God, he didn’t know, he didn’t understand until that moment. That poor girl, no wonder Buffy was desperate. How many girls did she find like that before this one was left for her? How many videos did she force herself to endure before this one was sent, even Faith and Willow had said this wasn’t the first one? Clark squeezed his eyes shut, she had told him, so had Gunn but to see it. She was driven half-crazy by what that vampire had done and he could not blame her for that. What would he do if it was his mother in that position? God, he could only imagine.
He shakily got to his feet, listening as he heard the sound of a fist hitting leather, he walked to the doors and threw them open, not stopping when she paused to look at him. He had to reassure himself that she was okay, that she wasn’t that angry creature that he saw in the video. He went straight to her, his arms coming around her in a crushing embrace before his lips met hers. God, she was so strong, he didn’t realize how much until that moment. Buffy immediately melted into him, her lips parting for him as he slid his tongue into her mouth. She was such a small woman, everything about her was deceptively tiny, except her strength and fortitude both physically and emotionally. To go through what she had and still be able to function on a normal level was just short of a miracle.
He pulled away and looked down into her green eyes, haunted by her past but not dead and hateful like in the video. He bent down and laid his forehead against hers and closed his eyes. “I…” He started, “I didn’t…I’m so sorry Buffy.” He whispered, and he could still feel himself trembling. “I didn’t… You hear words like torture, rape, and murder but–”
“They’re not real until you see it for yourself.” She finished in understanding.
Clark sighed, hugging her closely, her head resting against his chest. “I get it now, not…but I understand how desperate you must have been to try and save the girls from that.”
He heard her sniffle, “I didn’t know what else to do. I watched all the others you know, even…even what he did to them. It was my fault, you see; those girls lost their lives because they had a connection to me.” She shook her head, “If they hadn’t been called, they would still be alive today.”
Clark pulled away and used his hand to raise her chin so he could see her eyes, “You blame yourself for every one of them that dies no matter how it happens, don’t you?”
She closed her eyes a shuddering breath hissing through her lips, before she opened them, meeting his gaze head on. “How can I not?”
He sighed, hugging her close again and shook his head. He had no response to that; he didn’t think she should. He didn’t think it was healthy, but he didn’t want to get in an argument about it with her right now either.
They stayed like that for a little while before she whispered, “You’re shaking.”
Clark nodded. “I know, the video…I’m still upset.”
She pulled away, meeting his eyes again. “Do you want me to show you how to throw a punch properly? The heavy bags have been warded well, we can start there.” She looked down, “It will…it will help relieve some of what you’re feeling at least.”
“Yeah,” He nodded in agreement. “Yeah, okay.”
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To say Clark was a fast learner when it came to training would have been the understatement of the year. He was an absolute natural. He moved with precision and grace, sometimes striking so fast she almost didn't see him move.
As of now she was simply holding the bag for him as he got comfortable with the rhythm of landing punches and even with the wards on the bag, she could feel the impact of his strikes. At this rate she would need her suit within a few days to let him get the feel of fighting a moving target. At some point she might even bring him back to Cleveland to put him up against multiple fighters and see how he did.
"Remember to move your feet,” She reminded. "A moving target is harder to hit."
He nodded, bounced on the balls of his feet and struck, the impact of the punch making her bones rattle. "Whoa, nice one Clark." She laughed, "Felt that one in my toes."
He grinned, striking the bag again harder. "You were right," he said casually in between punches. "This does help."
She grinned, "Nothing like getting your aggression out with a bit of violence." And then she blushed, smirking, "Well almost nothing."
He chuckled as he threw a few more punches in quick succession, his own smirk forming on his lips. He had a mischievous look in his eyes and had just opened his mouth to comment when Buffy’s phone rang.
Buffy sighed, releasing the bag. "That will either be Wes or Willow."
It was now around three in the afternoon; Clark had told her he had to pick his mom up at six and it was an hour drive to Smallville from where they were. So, she was grateful that they were going to be able to get this taken care of before meeting his mom.
Buffy walked over to her phone and answered. "Hey Wes," she said in greeting. "What's the haps?"
He was silent for a moment and she could almost hear him roll his eyes at her butchering of the English language. "Willow," He began, "should be there shortly. Dawn would also like to see you. I told her I would call her once Willow was done securing the pendants."
Buffy frowned, “What? Why?”
“Dawn and I have come to the conclusion that one of the languages in the prophecy that I have been unable to identify, is most likely written in the script of Clark’s home world.” He paused, “We are going to need access to the ship, unless of course Clark can read it.”
Buffy looked at Clark and raised an eyebrow, but he quickly shook his head. “Only a few words,” He confirmed. “I think the computer on the ship might be able to translate it though.”
“That’s a negative, Wes,” Buffy answered, beginning to pace. “But he agrees that the computer on the ship should be able to do the job.”
“Very well, I’ll inform Dawn to dress accordingly. The ship is still in the same location I presume?” He asked.
“Whoa,” Buffy said halting her steps, realizing what he was suggesting. “You want us to go tonight? Clark has to pick up his mom from work, Wes.”
“I think it would be for the best. The sooner we get this prophecy translated, the better.” He paused. “Lorne told me I needed to send out more Slayers to India, Kansas, and Metropolis within the next two weeks and I would very much like to know if I should be sending two or a few hundred. If this prophecy gives any indication of what’s to come, I would very much like to know what it is.”
Buffy and Clark exchanged worried looks. “He only told me something was coming for Clark, and we’re gonna need all hands-on deck when it does.”
Buffy watched Clark swallow nervously. “He told me my time for hiding was almost up, but he said it was in the coming month.” His eyes widened in realization. “We need to translate that prophecy.”
Buffy nodded in agreement, “And I need to train you harder than just beating on a bag, which means it’s gonna be eight-hour days from here on out.” Clark opened his mouth to argue and she held up her hand, “We’ll get as much as we need to do in the mornings done, but if for whatever reason we can’t, I would loan you the money before I would let you lose your home.”
Clark frowned, “Buffy–”
“Take it from someone who knows what those kinda money troubles feel like,” She interrupted again. “I think in the scheme of things saving the world is a little more important than pride, don’t you?”
His frown deepened. “You think it’s going to be that big?”
“Lorne said all hands-on deck and it’s you. Someone coming after you has got to be as powerful, if not more.” She watched his face fall and reached out her hand out running it down his arm, “You’ll be ready, and now that we have a general idea of where this stuff might take place, we’ll all be even more prepared.”
“Wes,” she said, addressing the Watcher once more. “Were gonna need Willow to keep close, and I would call Illyria back from Cairo.”
“I agree,” Wesley said, just as a portal opened up and Willow walked through. Her smile melting away at the look on both Buffy and Clark’s faces.
“Uh-oh,” Willow said nervously. “I know that face.”
“Is that Willow?” Wesley asked over the line.
“Yeah,” Buffy said.
“Let me speak with her, please.”
Buffy held out the phone to Willow, who frowned but took it anyway. “Hey Wes,” Willow said in greeting as Buffy walked over to where Clark was standing looking more than a little worried.
“Hey,” she said quietly.
He attempted to smile but he couldn’t pull it off. “Hey, yourself.”
She bit her lip watching him, seeing the turmoil play across his face of having an unknown enemy out there that could be responsible for hurting others when they decided to rear their ugly heads. She didn’t blame him, if she needed to pull out her big guns as Lorne hinted then it could definitely get bad. She was optimistic however, because of what she’d had to face in her past. Clark didn’t have that same luxury.
“I-I know you’re not exactly used to going up against big bads, or having to fight gods,” she started. “But I promise you Clark, no matter what it is we’ll deal with it together. Tonight, I’ll have my sister meet us at your place and we’ll go to the ship and find out what this prophecy says. Whatever’s coming, we’ll deal. I promise you; we won’t lose.”
“How do you know?” He asked, a bit of hope showing in his eyes.
She stared at him seriously, “Because I don’t lose when it’s the world.”
His lips quirked slightly, and he opened his mouth to say something when Willow walked up to them. “Wes wants me to fit you for a suit,” She said to Clark, handing Buffy her phone before saying, “And, he wants to talk to you.”
As Buffy reached for the phone Clark said, “I already have a suit and it’s Kryptonian.”
Both Buffy and Willow blinked in surprise at his words, their voices ringing out in unison. “You do?”
He nodded, “Yeah, it’s on the ship still, but I have one.”
Willow smiled, “Well then, that’s gonna make this quicker. Can you bring it to me? I can enhance it with magic, add some safety features and protect you against the mystical.”
“Will that still work, even if the material isn’t of Earth?” He asked.
“Yeah Wes,” Buffy finally said into her phone, pulling herself away from the conversation. So, Clark already had a suit, she wondered what it looked like.
“So, for the time being I’m going to send fifty Slayers to each location, but keep the others on standby incase things go pear-shaped.” He said, already planning ahead. “I’ll also be moving quite a few closer to all three locations, that way all the girls have backup nearby. I think Willow should stay there at the safehouse that way she’s not far from either of you.”
“And Dawn, Xander, and the kids? They live in Metropolis after all.” Buffy asked.
“Perhaps you should explain the situation to her when she gets there. Staying there at the safe house with Willow might also be a wise move for them.” Wes said, adding, “As well as a few Slayers. I know Faith’s been itching to get out of Cleveland for a mission, maybe she and a few of the other girls should accompany her.”
“Just as long as it’s not Tanya, that girl’s a liability and she doesn’t listen to anyone.” Buffy said.
“I concur,” Wesley agreed. “Only the girls who are focused and dedicated will be allowed to participate in this mission. I would like as little casualties as possible.”
“I agree,” Buffy nodded, “What about the mystics, how many of those can we tap?”
“I have sixty-eight on file, I’ll start making phone calls now.” He sighed. “I’m just glad we have this much to go on.”
“Me too,” Buffy agreed. “I’ll call Dawn when Willow gets done here and tell her where to meet us and to put on her suit and a warm hat.”
“Very well,” he said. “Call me when you know more and I’ll begin the preparations.”
Buffy hung up, walking back over to Willow and Clark as they spoke to each other a bit awkwardly. “So, let’s get this over with Wills.”
Willow quickly nodded opening a small bag she brought with her. “So,” she said quickly. “These were a bit difficult to make since from what we’ve read the compulsion itself seems to be based purely on hormones as well as a need to unite your souls.” She looked at them both, “It took me a little while to find what I needed and even longer to put the spell together.” She sighed, “The pendants themselves will be made out of several crystals used to block compulsion, amethyst, ametrine, chrysocolla, and ruby.”
Willow pulled out two small corked vials filled with multicolored stones and handed them to both Buffy and Clark. “Now, hold out your hands and link your free ones together.”
Buffy and Clark did as she asked, holding their hands out palm up. Willow placed a vial in each of their hands and then covered them with her own hands, closing her eyes and beginning to chant. Buffy immediately began to feel her hand heat up and for a second it almost became unbearable and Buffy even watched Clark wince from the heat. It was gone just as quickly however and in its place were two hard looking marble like multicolored stones with a dark metallic chain that would hang from each of their necks. Buffy heard Willow mutter one more spell that she recognized to be a ward against breaking.
“Well go on.” Willow said smiling happily at her work. “Try them on, see if it worked.”
Buffy quickly slipped the necklace over her head and a sigh of relief left her lips. The sexual tension that had never fully abated her all day finally easing enough to where she wasn’t thinking about sex every few seconds.
Clark had a similar reaction, his face seeming to ease slightly, but Buffy was surprised when he turned to Willow and asked, “You said the compulsion is only based on hormones, does that mean any feeling we have that aren’t sexual are real?”
Willow nodded, “Of course, real love is something that can only be based off of free will. Its why love spells don’t ever work. You can’t force someone to love you.”
Buffy watched amused as Clark seemed to sigh in relief, and then quickly blushed when he noticed her watching him. “Come on stud,” she said hooking her arm through his and dragging him towards the door of the training room. “Let me go grab my stuff before we go get your mom,” a grin creeping over her face as she turned and wished Willow a good night and a promise to catch up tomorrow. “And for the record”, she added quietly as they walked out of the training room. “I still want to jump you, that hasn’t changed even with the necklace on.”
He quickly reached out to grab her arm, but she easily dodged him and took off down the hallway, a blush and a giggle leaving her lips.
Clark was suddenly there in front of her, a crooked and devilish smile on his lips. “Is that so?” And then his lips were on hers, his tongue sliding into her mouth as she squealed in surprise.
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J and/or X with Steve? Or Buck. Or anyone. Ot ignore this if you're not feeling it idk.
My Second Chance {½}
Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Prompt: When Words Aren’t Enough/ Second Chance by Shinedown
Warnings: Surgery mentions, cursing, slight depression
Word Count: 1.5k
A/N: Infinity War and Endgame never happened here. Also it’s marvel/dc sort of crossover. This is for @cosmicbucky’s challenge that closed on the 31st and for the ask drabbles. Please enjoy.
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Lara had always known she would be a hero, just not in the way her parents had ever anticipated. When you’re the daughter of Clark Kent and Diana, Superman and Wonder Woman respectively, there’s no question that you’re going to be a hero. But Lara didn’t want to be a part of the Justice League. She didn’t want to be stuck in a room full of angsty adults, deciding who’s crimes needed to be stopped and who was worth the fight. No, Lara wanted more. She wanted fun and that’s why when she turned 18, she ran off to join SHEILD.
It had taken less than 3 years to cement herself as one of the best agents SHEILD had even seen and another 6 months to be initiated as an Avenger. She’d been on countless missions and quickly found friendship in the majority of the team members. Stark had even taken her under his wing, much like he had with Peter, and played the role of strict but supportive father. He asked about her parents once and wouldn’t make that mistake twice. As far as Lara was concerned, she was an orphan and Stark was her surrogate father. While strict, he mostly let her do what she wanted though, as she was nearly 22.
Coming back from their latest mission though, something was amiss. Lara had gotten a face full of some sort of bio-agent, that none of the others were exposed to. Banner had run scans on her back in the quinjet and determined it was because she was of alien origin, that the agent affected her.
“Gee thanks Clark.” She had rolled her eyes bitterly and immediately screamed in pain.
“Lara, what?!” Banner yelled.
“What’s wrong?” Tony stormed into the makeshift med station, the ever-protective father.
“I..AGH…it, fucking..it hurts. FUCK” She screamed and the others that were unoccupied came over. All she could do was point to her throat, which had searing pain shooting through it.
“She’s developing…polyps?” Banner mutters, moving one of the Wakandan x-ray type scanners over her throat. “But they’re hemorrhaging…I’ve never seen this before.”
“From the bio-agent?” Wanda asked, trying to get as much information from everyone else’s heads at once.
“Kent. We’re giving you a sedative.” Natasha soothes the girl, helping Bruce get the syringe ready. “We need you to relax, sweetheart.”
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“Ms. Kent, Are you with us?” Lara looks up at the doctor and nods, numbness coursing through her veins, Tony and Pepper each squeeze one of her hands in reassurance.
“As I was saying, we need to operate as soon as possible.” The doctor, something Chase, is giving her a sympathetic look. “Would you like to call your parents?”
“We are her parents.” Tony responded.
“We all know that’s not true.” The doctor responds warily and Lara wants to argue that Tony is right or scream, anything. But the pain is nearly unbearable, she clicks open the Siri text-to-talk and begins typing.
“She doesn’t speak to her parents…they practically disowned her 4 years ago. We are her legal guardians, which she doesn’t need because she’s a legal adult.” Pepper says matter of factly. “When is the surgery happening? I need to make preparations.”
“We’ve cleared the schedule for an hour from now.” The doctor huffs, “I just want you to be aware Ms. Kent. You may not ever fully recover, you may not speak again.”
Then I guess I better find a better ai voice than Siri, huh? The robotic voice chimes from her phone. Lara is nervous but she knows she’d do anything to get rid of the ache in her throat, the feeling of glass tearing her tonsils to shreds. The doctor simply gives her another sad look and leaves her with Tony and Pepper.
“How are you holding up kiddo?” Tony finally asks, running a hand over his face.
if I wake up and my throat feels like I’ve been gargling with glass shards…I’m gonna kill myself and haunt you. The ai makes the joke sound eerily serious.
“That’s enough of that.” Pepper chides, making various phone calls.
Can you do something for me? Both turn to Lara and nod. Tell my mother and father. I have done the best I can to make them realize this is my life. I hope they understand. I’m not angry at them for abandoning me for choosing the Avengers. I’m just saying, sometimes goodbye is a second chance.
“You know the doctor said you may not speak…no that you’ll die. Right?” Tony mutters and Pepper gives him a look. “Was I the only one listening?”
“Of course we’ll tell them Lara.” Pepper smiles, “Now rest up. You’re going to be great in no time.”
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Lara’s throat is sore. That’s the first thing she notices when she wakes up. But it’s not unbearable and there’s no shooting pain. It just feels tender. She shifts in the hospital bed and to her right Peter Parker, her adopted little brother, shoots up straight in his chair. She gestures to a cup and he starts pouring ice into it, offering it to her. She frowns and mimes a drink and Peter continues to hold the cup out. She finally grabs it and places a chip of ice into her mouth.
“Doc says you have to start liquids slow.” He offers and she rolls her eyes because she can’t really argue. “I’m gonna go let the others know that you’re awake.”
Before she can blink Steve, Sam, Wanda, Natasha, Bucky, Pepper and Tony cram into the room with Peter stuck trying to shut the door.
“There’s our girl.” Tony smiles softly.
“I bet you gave ‘em hell in the O.R.” Sam grinned and some of the others murmured in agreement.
“She told me to tell you to shut up.” Wanda smirks, opening a line of communication through Lara’s thoughts.
“Ouch, sweetheart. Can’t even pretend to love our attention for a minute?” Steve asks and Lara throws him a look, if she’d had her father’s laser powers, he’d be thoroughly roasted.
“She said, shut up Steve.” Wanda smiles.
“I think you just like telling people to shut up Wan,” Steve frowns.
“She never did like fuss.” Natasha agrees and soon a nurse comes in, barely making it through the door
“Excuse me, some of you need to leave…this is a fire hazard.” She orders, pushing her way to the side of Lara’s bed when nobody made a move to go. “One at a time, let’s go.”
She watched them all shuffle out, arguing about who’d go first and who called dibs. Eventually Sam came in, talked about the few hours at the tower that she missed, wished her a speedy recovering and left. Natasha followed, then Steve, and then Wanda; each one giving different accounts of what Sam had said happened at the tower. Then Peter came back, made a cheesy joke, picked up his jacket and shot her a thumbs up before walking out. Pepper and Tony somehow were allowed in together.
“We told your parents, kiddo.” Tony starts, breaking off awkwardly, “They didn’t respond. I’m sorry.”
Not my parents. They have not been in years. The ai’s voice hung in the air for a bit and then Pepper reached over and stroked Lara’s hair.
“You’re always welcome in our family.” She smiles, softly.
Someone has to teach Morgan about boys and aliens. Lara reaches out and places a hand to Pepper’s stomach, at the swell there.
“No one is teaching anyone about boys. You probably don’t even know about boys.” Tony chides and the three of them smile at each other.
Before long, they say their goodbyes and promise to pick you up in the morning. Lara closes her eyes but opens them at the sound of the door opening again. She puts more ice into her mouth, as if she wasn’t just about to fall asleep. Bucky steps in quietly, closing the door behind him. He offers her a fuzzy moose stuffed animal and takes the chair on the left.
My favorite animal! Thank you, Bucky. The AI’s messed up tone inflection makes Bucky grin.
“How’re you feeling?” He asks quietly.
Like a bus ran into me, over and over. But just my throat. Lara shrugs and offers a small smile.
“I’m sorry. If I could’ve been there-
You wouldn’t have been able to stop it if you were there. Don’t pity me.
“I’m not pitying you.” They fall into a short comfortable silence and then Bucky says, “So, two months of peace and quiet huh?”
I’ll kick your ass.
“You couldn’t kick my ass before you lost your voice. How are you gonna do it now?” He laughs a little and Lara raises one of her brows.
They say you lose one sense and the others get stronger
“Strength isn’t a sense, Lare-bear.” She rolls her eyes and the cheesy nickname and is about to type a response when the nurse barges in.
“You!” She points at Bucky, “visiting hours are over, young man. She needs to rest.”
“Yes, ma’am.” He salutes and sends Lara a wink, “See you soon, Lara.”
Bye Bucky The ai says into the now empty hospital room. She sets the phone down and closes her eyes, immediately knocking out.
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Concept: Earth-74 Coldwave Babysitting
When all the dust settles, Mick has been watching over baby Jon for some time now. Lois and Clark are charmed. Next time there is some crime to fight that requires both of them as well as Kara to be in action, they don't bother Ma and Pa Kent with watching the baby. They pop over to Earth-74, where Mick and AI-Len still live quietly. Mick takes baby Jon in his arms with little fanfare. Len snarks about how soft they've become, and Mick better make sure the kid doesn't spew bodily fluids all over the place because Len's systems are sure as hell not gonna clean up after him. Even so when Mick turns into his room, he finds a bassinet suddenly emerged from the floor, and knows his husband thinks the kid is cute too.
Mick is understandably startled when, as Jon is approaching his first birthday, the kid escapes from his crib by pulling it apart. Len's chuckles echo throughout the Waverider as Mick chases down the little bastard before Jon can get into his booze. The next crib is made from reinforced steel. Mick is not as surprised as he thought he'd be when he starts getting invited to the kid's birthday parties and to holidays. He goes alone to the first one, but comes back to find Len in a sulk- none of the Waverider's controls are responding properly, and Len won't project his face for a week. The next time Mick is invited to spend time with the Kents, he makes sure to take a small module that will let Len participate as well. If any of the the Kent/Lane/Danvers clan are disturbed by the hologram waving at little Jon and snarking at everyone else, they don't show it.
By the time Jon is old enough to attend school, Len and Mick are his favorite Uncles. He like's the way Uncle Mick smells (even if Mom says that smoke is not a smell he should like) and he likes to look at what is on the typewriter. He knows that Uncle Mick keeps some stories just for him now- Dad had been very insistent about "cutting out the naughty bits" and even though Uncle Mick had laughed and Uncle Len had opened the sprinklers over Dad's head, Jon knew that the pages he was allowed to read were "clean."
And Uncle Len- oh, Jon loved Uncle Len so much! He knew everything about EVERYTHING, just like Uncle Brainy. Except even more, because Uncle Len could tell stories about being a kid and getting in trouble like Uncle Brainy never really could. And more than that, Uncle Len always made sure everything was just right for Jon. Len was the ship, after all, and it was him who made sure that there was a room coated with lead for when the world seemed to loud and too bright, and who made sure to replicate all of Jon's favorite ice cream flavors until Uncle Mick grunted and said "Gotta make the kid some real food, Snowflake" and took over the kitchen.
When he was younger, Jon would be sad that he could not hug Uncle Len. He confessed it first to his parents, who sat down with him and hugged him tight and explained that some things just can't be fixed. Then he asked Aunt Kara, who made a sad face at him but then brightened and suggested hugging the ship. But Jon didn't think that would work- the Waverider was still a ship, not a person, and what part should Jon hug anyway? He asks Aunt Alex. Aunt Alex does not approve of hugging not-dead criminals who control time ships. Finally, he asks Uncle Mick.
Mick snorts and lays a beefy hand on Jon's skinny shoulder. "Lenny was never too fond of hugs, kid. But, see, you don't have to touch someone to know they love ya. Or for them to know you love them."
"What a poet you've become, Mick" Uncle Len's voice echoes through the hall. "Shut it, Snart, I'm trying not to fuck the kid up."
"You said a swear, Uncle Mick."
"Yeah, an' if yer mom wants to come collect my nickel, she's welcome to try. But the point is.... yer Uncle is the Waverider. He's... Snart you can chime in whenever!"
"What my partner is trying to say, Jon, is you can chill out about the hugging thing. It's all cool."
Uncle Mick groaned and glared at the ceiling. In a rare moment, Uncle Len manifested a full bodied projection of himself which rested a ghostly elbow on Uncle Mick's shoulder. "It ain't the kind of touch you're used to, kid. but i can still feel it."
Jon approached and tried to wrap his arms around Uncle Len's waist, disappointed when it went right through. "Not like that, kid. We can't touch. But feeling's different."
Mick pulled Jon onto his lap and the holo of Uncle Len smiled at them, his ghostly hands passing through Jon's hair as he pressed a kiss to Uncle Mick's head. "You'll get it eventually."
And one night, curled up in his room on the Waverider crying into his pillow because Damian had gotten them in trouble and then they'd fought something awful, Jon felt the pressure in the room increase, as though a warm weight rested on his back. His mattress rocked gently in the bedframe and then.... Jon got it. This was a hug from Uncle Len. Not touching, but feeling. Uncle Len's hugs were the best hugs of them all, Jon decided. And then he let himself be lulled to sleep, safe as he could ever be here on a stolen timeship with a pair of thieves.
Nothing in the Batcave could ever compare to this.
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Can i get a choni one? 11, 39 and 78 all together. And something to do with kids, please. Love ya💞💞💞
Thanks for the prompt! This immediately became a Halloween story because–JUST KIDDING! I HAVE NO REASON! HALLOWEEN IS THE BEST!
11. “What’s with the box?”
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39. “How long have you been standing there?”
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78. “You weren’t supposed to hear that.”
“The door,” Toni said, tapping Cheryl on the shoulder to interrupt herfocused swaying to ‘Love Potion No. 9.’
Cheryl opened her eyes and stared hard at her.
“WHAT?” she shouted, though their heads were no more than a foot apart.
“THE DOOR!” Toni screamed back.
She’d have gotten it herself, but her arms were full of soda cans, carriedup from the basement of Thistle House to top up the ice-filled bucket in thekitchen. Toni wouldn’t have gone into the living room at all, since it meantnavigating the rocking, jumping, and gyrating bodies of 50 of their closestfriends, except that, away from the blasting music, she’d distantly heard theeerie chime of the doorbell―something Cheryl had promised more than once tochange and had yet to get around to. It wasn’t like they’d been living in thehouse for a decade or anything…
As quickly as she could, Toni made her way through the room. Halfway to thekitchen, she gave up and dumped the cans into the arms of Jughead, who wassitting this song out on a high-backed chair in the corner, Zorro mask pushedup on his forehead.
“SORRY,” she yelled at her friend as he struggled not to drop anything. “IHAVE TO STOP CHERYL FROM TERRORIZING ANOTHER CHILD!”
Jughead nodded in understanding, not bothering with a response she’d neverhear, and Toni hurried back the way she’d come. Why, oh why had they decided tohost their Halloween party on the night of Halloween? It meant two sets ofvisitors, two sets of treats, and half the time available to spend on any onething. She slid into the front hall, RiskyBusiness-style, and straightened her costume glasses. Dressing as journalistClark Kent let her use her camera as a prop, making it easier to snap photos oftheir friends all evening long. Another plus was seeing her wife in a Supermangetup, her alter ego and perfect other half.
Right now, that other half was checking out her tights-clad back half in thefull length hall mirror.
“Cheryl!” Toni urged. “Get the fucking door!”
But her wife had already been reaching for it and the door swung open toreveal the comically round eyes of five or six kids to whom Toni had justintroduced the F word. She grit her teeth, snatched up their well-stocked candybin, and approached the children with a smile.
“Hey, guys. You weren’t supposed to hear that.” She dug the largest chocolatebars from the bottom of the container, not above winning their visitors overwith a sugary bribe.
“Um, trick or treat!” one of them belatedly piped up and the whole miniatureposse hoisted their goody bags at once.
Toni gave Cheryl’s hair a surreptitious tug to encourage her to helpdistribute the loot and was rewarded with an annoyed look. For being both oftheir favourite holiday, this one hadn’t been the smoothest between the two ofthem. With a sigh, Cheryl straightened up from where she’d been leaning againstthe open door.
“Sorry we didn’t come to the door right away,” Toni offered in the softsingsong she’d recently developed for use on people under the age of 10,feeling guilty towards more than just the assortment of ghosts and Avengers ontheir front step, but too stubborn to apologize directly to Cheryl. “How longhave you been standing there?”
“Ages,” a little one answered with innocent bluntness, pushing to the frontof the group inside the trappings of a bulky cardboard costume. Toni dippedinto the supply to pass out a second round of sweets.
Her wife didn’t take the guileless criticism quite so well.
“What’s with the box?” she inquired with a jerk of her chin.
“I’m a robot!” he cheerily replied.
“I’m not convin―” Cheryl began, but Toni cut her off.
“Ok! Thanks for stopping by, everybody! Happy Halloween!”
With a frantic wave, she swung the door shut. As ‘Clap for the Wolfman’started to play in the other room, Clark Kent and Superman petrified into astandoff.
“It was a poorly executed costume,” Cheryl finally said. “I mean, what arehis parents watching? The Jetsons?Aren’t they aware of the technological advancements in AI? If that kid had comedressed totally normal and said he was an android, that would’ve been an impressive costume.”
“Oh my god,” Toni whined. “Are youserious? He was like five years old!”
“We’re living in a post-Steve Jobs world! That kid should be able to code,give a TED talk, and design environmentally-friendly energy solutions to rivalthe creations of Elon Musk!”
“That’s not the point!”
“Then what’s the point?” Cheryl shot back, crossing her arms. Toni waspissed and the fact that the stupid Superman logo kept drawing her eyes to herwife’s chest wasn’t helping.
“That you need to learn how to talk to children!”
“Why?”
“Because I’m having one!”
That shut Cheryl up as Toni had never seen her shut up before. A secondlater, Superman was wrapped around Clark Kent like she was trying to merge thetwo halves back into one body and snack-sized chocolate bars were scatteredacross the floor.
“Let’s go back to the party,” Toni suggested quietly, stepping away beforeher wife could plant another kiss on her cheek. “I think I’ll be able to enjoy it now. We should celebrate.”
“We are,” Cheryl assured her, “We’re going to have a toast.” She bent downquickly then stood, presenting Toni with a chocolate bar in each hand. “Do you preferSnickers or Kit Kat?”
With a grin, Toni motioned for the Kit Kat. There was no delicate, refinedclink of champagne flutes, but to the Halloween-loving moms-to-be, the crinkleof candy wrappers sounded so much sweeter.
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sometimes i remember heroes in crisis exists and i get so angry
the main part that angers me about it is i ADORE the concept of it. a lot of hero’s become heros from some form of trauma with from the event itself or something that motivates them. and then theres the trauma of BEING a hero. the fucked up things you go through and see. the friends and family you gain and lose. the massive world ending events you go through. it’s horrifying to go through especially cause in the end these are still people. people with incredible powers and skills but still people. and i think people forget that.
especially with some of the stuff in it. like superman taking off his clark kent outfit into his superman costume while talking about his identity issues. about his struggles on wether or not hes super man or clark or kal el. which is the costume and which is the person. and its fascinating and good.
and like the way the confessionals are set up and everything is just AGH i love that
but then. then everything else about the fucking comic. the actual plot with the wally west shit. the way the therapy actually is. the killing off of so many characters. the weird reliving of trauma the ai forces them to go through with the weird hologram shit. its. its so bad. and its frustrating that its so bad.
i just. ugh.
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What I’d change about the DCEU
My DCEU change list! However, I will not just be changing how the current movies change, Since this is my own version of the DCEU I will be putting the big individual movies before so it actually feels like world building instead of mashing everything together until they fit.
My other DC changes
Arkhamverse
Burtonverse Changes
Nolanverse Changes
DCTV Changes
Man Of Steel
Keep Krypton as it is, however, ensure that Lara-El actually shows emotion knowing that Jor-El has died and her only son has been sent away to a far away world as her own planet is about to die along with her
Keep the flashbacks similar, his mom helps him with controlling his abilities, but that’s how it starts, then we see Clark with the cape on, then saving the kids, then restraining himself and then the tornado(more on that later) but after the first flashback scene rather than him as a drifter he awakes as a reporter at the Daily Planet and the oil rig scene is a story he works on and he’s a green horn as a part of the story and he saves the crew. We have Clark Kent. Superman is the mask Clark Kent puts on. Clark Kent is Superman, not Superman is Clark Kent. We see Superman saving people and smiling to reassure the people he’s saving that he is there for them and instills hope in the people of Smallville and Metrtopolis.
Jonathan Kent isn’t a complete asshole. I understand that Jonathan wanted Clark to keep his powers a secret because he didn’t want him exposed and taken away, but Jonathan Kent is supposed to inspire Clark and to instill in him good morals and beliefs that make Clark the hero we all know him to be. He doesn’t tell him that maybe he should have let the kids died, he actually is supportive and assures that Clark is doing the right thing. More inspirational stuff like “You are my son. But somewhere out there you have another father too, who gave you another name. And he sent you here for a reason, Clark. And even if it takes you the rest of your life you owe it to yourself to find out what that reason is. “
And
“You just have to decide what kind of a man you want to grow up to be, Clark; because whoever that man is, good character or bad, he’s… He’s gonna change the world.”
And Jonathan does not die for stupid reasons, Clark saves Jonathan. If Clark saved Jonathan it would prove to him that the world is ready
The Phantom Zone look like it is in Injustice because it ACTUALLY looks like a hellish prison of eternal torment, instead of dildo ships being frozen
Jimmy Olson is in the movie and is a main character with Lois and Perry and he isn’t pointlessly killed off in the beginning of the sequel
The Jor-El AI in the fortress of Solitude would explain to Clark what Kryptonite is and warn him of the dangers of it
Zod’s plan to revive the Kryptonians remains the same, but not terraforming, it made absolute no sense whatsoever. Earth's current environiment grants them super powers. I know Zod mentions the pain of acclimation, but that seems trivial in the face of invulnerability, super strength and laser eyes. Plus considering Zod’s crew were bred for war, it seems dumb to just keep them powerless. But I would add instead of destruction porn via generic doomsday device, classic Zod’s bid for domination would take effect he wouldn’t view humans as equals so he would want to take over earth and take it for his people.
The same thing happens, they use Clark’s ship to trigger the Phantom Zone(only Dr Hamilton doesn’t die)
Clark would not kill Zod. Clark would instead incapacitate Zod and place him in a special prison. Together Clark and Dr Hamilton build a special prison to hold Zod. Made with the Red Sun technology from Zod's ship and the Kryptonite from the world engine.
Superman is hopeful and optimistic. Superman is the most human superhero of them all. He’s kind, he’s decent, he does good whenever he can and generally wants to help people and make their lives better. He’s the champion of the human race that adopted a strange visitor from another planet. He CAN’T be hopeless. He CAN’T be the brooder. He’s supposed to be the hero to hope to be. The one who is the ideal of other heroes. The one who never gives up on us, no matter how far we fall. Superman is an idealistic character. He’s the kind, loving person from the comics and the animated universe.
He’s kind, he’s decent, he does good whenever he can and generally wants to help people and make their lives better. He’s the champion of the human race that adopted a strange visitor from another planet.
Superman saves people. It’s not a decision he comes to through trauma and failure. It’s just who he is. He’s a good person
The Batman. The Batman is not out yet, but it should be the second movie of the DCEU, instead of Frank Miller worshiping garbage...I mean Batman V Superman
The biggest mistake of the DCEU is it is terrible at world building. It just forces everything to stick until it’s watchable. We did not earn Batman V Superman or Justice League. Phase 1 should be Man Of Steel, The Batman, World’s Finest, Suicide Squad, Wonder Woman, Aquaman, The Flash, Green Lantern Corps and Martian Manhunter.
The Batman would be about Batman and Joker. It’s a Batman who has been for 20 years. Explains all the villains, his relationship with Gordon, show that Dick became Nightwing, Barbara is Oracle and Jason is Robin. Jason dies in this movie Joker kills Jason and Batman beats him with an inch of his life. This is the start of Bruce’s extreme justice to the criminals.
Batman V Superman:Dawn Of Justice or as I would re-title it World’s FInest
The Death of The Wayne’s is a mugging gone wrong and there’s a struggle for the pearls. It is presented as what it’s meant to be. A mugging gone wrong. Show Joe Chill grabbing Martha’s pearls, Thomas struggling to defend Martha and Joe kills Thomas and then Martha. Thomas’ dying words being the same from Batman Begins. “Bruce, don’t be afraid” It was a nice moment, and it ties into Bruce's conflict with Clark (given how most of his anger towards Clark is born of fear).
The Bat symbol looks like it does in the Arkhamverse. Stop the overworship of Frank Miller and let the Bat symbol look like a Bat and not look like Dark Knight Returns
Lex Luthor is played by Terry O’Quinn, or Bryan Cranston.
No Doomsday, instead of Doomsday it’s AMAZO, save Doomsday for a future Superman movie and give us AMAZO for the reason to bring the league together.
Lex Luthor uses the Kryptonian attacks as a campaign against Superman
Lex is not a whiny and annoying little know it all brat who keeps bringing up his father, he is a genius and he knows it, he doesn’t need to constantly flaunt it, and he isn’t a mix of Joker and Riddler, this is Lex Luthor! All Eisenberg’s Lex was...just annoying. Lex Luthor is cunning, he’s a genius, a criminal mastermind and will ignore all ethical boundries until his goals are met. When Luthor is in the room, he owns it. Every word that comes out of his mouth is meticulously planned and he is a master manipulator. The reason why he is such a brilliant Superman villain is because even though he has no physical powers, he can always beat the Man Of Steel on intellect alone. Hears why DCAU Luthor will always surpass the DCEu Luthor “do you know how much power I'd have to give upto be President? That's right, conspiracy buff. I spent 75 million dollars on a fake Presidential campaign, all just to tick Superman off."
But instead of this dark, brooding, cunning and intimidating Luthor, we just got an annoyance.
He is basically pulling everyone’s strings and when the players realize it, they’re too late, just like DCAU Lex.
Jimmy and Mercy aren’t pointlessly killed off
Batman doesn’t kill, he is more extreme like branding criminals, but he doesn’t kill or use guns
Superman does not constantly doubt himself and brood throughout the entire movie, he is heroic and he actually smiles to reassure the people he saves will be alright(how do you expect someone you’re trying to save will trust you if you frown and brood while saving them?)
Perry White isn’t an incompetent moron for the entire movie. He lets Clark pursue the Batman, he doesn’t constantly tell him to do a sports piece, he has Lombardi(he was in Man of Steel) for that
This is not BVS, it’s The World’s Finest. They fight at first but Bruce realizes he has been used by Lex and they unite to expose and stop him but are too late as AMAZO attacks
Before the fight with AMAZO, Bruce confides in Clark about Jason. Bruce realizes that a lot of his hatred for Superman is because he blames himself for Jason's death, and since he blames Superman for the deaths of those killed in the Metropolis fight, he was projecting. He realizes this and stops. It would have been HEARTBREAKING to see. By the end of the fight, Bruce is screaming "YOU FAILED!", and it's pretty obvious he's screaming at himself.
The three beat AMAZO and Superman lives and they work together to unite the Justice League
Cast Gemma Areton as Wonder Woman and don’t cast that fucking zionist racist ableist rape apologist garbage Gal Gadot
Suicide Squad
More Captain Boomerang, less Rick Flag
Harley Quinn looks like a jester and uses her mallet. Harley’s look was okay...but just didn’t feel like Harley. If anything either have it be the classic look we got in the flashbacks, her Assault On Arkham look, Arkham City concept art or the Brian Azzarello look and make her feel like Harley, and not like how they turned Harley into Lollipop Chainsaw.
More friendship between the whole squad(not just Harley and Deadshot, Deadshot and Flag) Deadshot and Boomerang is pretty much Brotp, Harley and Croc have a friendship and Katana is a loner
Enchantress is saved for the sequel.
The Joker is the villain. Replace Leto as The Joker with Joe Giligun or Willam Dafoe and for the love of god scrap David Ayer’s god awful Drug lord of Instagram inspiration. This is the Joker, not Scarface. The Joker is not a gangster or a pimp, The Joker is a force of nature, the anarchy of Gotham, symbolizing that life is the joke and death is the punchline. But basically Joker is the villain and Joker decides to take a holiday from Gotham. He steals a chemical weapon and plans to unleash it. Task Force X is assembled. Harley and Croc have a reason to be on Task Force X because of their history with The Joker. The flashbacks would basically be the same but the scene where Batman is chasing Joker and Harley, Joker leaves Harley to die to save himself, but like in the comic Mad Love while Harley is in prison she gets a flower with a rose saying “get well soon. Love J” Also make it clear that Joker and Harley is an abusive relationship, its not that black and white we all know that but having it in would be better than the fanfic we actually got and better than making Joker’s motivation being to see Harley. It’s a complex relationship and I just felt like we got Joker and Harley watered down. Pretty much have it end with Joker being defeated because of Harley and show that she’s free of him but still show she’s a villain but at the end we see a rose like in Mad Love with a note from J and we see Harley uncertain but a smile at her last scene.
Wonder Woman
Gemma Areton plays Diana and Lynda Carter plays Hippolyta
Scrap all mention of Zeus and the possibility that Diana got her shitty New 52 origin of Diana being another Zeus dick joke. Diana was sculpted by Hippolyta, Athena and Hera. It would make a whole lot more sense to have it be Athena considering that Ares and Athena are rivals in Greek Mythology.
Do more with Doctor Poison. Let’s say that Steve has a reason to steal her research outside of duty. Let’s say Dr Poison made a prototype that killed the majority of Steve’s team and he escapes with her research. That would have given us an emotional stake for Steve and a reason for Dr Poison to exist beyond her weapon as she would be the villain for Steve Trevor and Ares would be Diana’s Villain.
Only thing I would change about Ares is that I'd still have Ares reveal, but I would not have Ares controlling the Germans and Allies. I'd go by this particular Lucifer quote for Ares "Why do they blame me for all their little failings? They use my name as if I spent my entire day sitting on their shoulders, forcing them to commit acts they would otherwise find repulsive. 'The Devil made me do it.' I have never made any one of them do anything. Never. They live their own tiny lives. I do not live their lives for them." humans waged war of their own will, Ares just gained power because of the war
Justice League
No awful Whedon reshoots
No Whedon bullshit. No Barry falling into Diana's clevage, no awful CGI to cover Henry’s mustache, and no "Did Steve Trevor tell you that? and no Lois Lane is “thirsty” grow the fuck up you piece of shit.
Martian Manhunter instead of Cyborg. I love Cyborg, but I feel like it is wasted potential to not have Cyborg appear in a Teen Titans movie. I really think it’s a mistake to make Cyborg one of the Justice League founders in the movies. It should be The Martian Manhunter because J'onn NEEDS to be one of the founders and Cyborg works best with The Teen Titans. I feel it was a mistake for Cyborg to become a founder instead of J’onn. But if you have to have Cyborg in the movie how about actually make a costume or use practical effects so it’s not all bad CGI.
Make the goddamn costume for Steppenwolf or use practical effects. Don’t be fucking lazy and just use CGI. Designing a costume is not that fucking hard.
Make Aquaman a hero for the ocean, fishing villages, Eskimo tribes and show Arthur fighting oil companies and less of a surfer dude who spouts one liners
No Mother Boxes. Just let Steppenwolf and Parademons invade Earth on their own, and have his reason to prepare the Earth for Darkseid’s arrival.
Let Henry Cavill to keep his mustache for Clark’s return. There is no point in using horrible CGI to cover it up. Let his return be like the comics. in BVS the soil was rising, so his resurrection did not ned the mother box. After returning, he returns with facial hair and long hair. And he resurrects with no rage to attack the heroes or anyone else. But the does return to Lois and Martha. and his return to the heroes is like this
After Steppenwolf is defeated, Lois tells Clark he should shave and we see a scene like this
and the movie ends the same way
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