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normal-internet-user · 5 months

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BEING ADOPTED INTO THE KENT FAMILY WOULD INCLUDE...

Showing up at the Kent family farm nervous as all hell.

Your new parents did their best to make you comfortable and at ease on the rather long drive to your new home,

But nerves were natural.

And such was evident at your rather quiet approach.

You didn't really feel like chatting, even if your new parents seemed nice enough.

It was... weird.

You went from living in city suburbs with couples looking to make themselves look better by adopting a 'troubled teen' to being surrounded by corn in the middle of nowhere Kansas.

You had two new brothers appearently. According to Lois.

Jon and Kon.

Funny.

When you'd met Clark he seemed like he was deliberatly trying to make himself smaller and less threatening.

Which was kinda funny because of how comically jacked he was for a reporter.

Your first night wasn't too overwhelming.

Your new family gave you time to settle in, and you even had your own room which was super nice.

It was like a complete blank slate, completely your own to make cozy and comfy.

You settled in surprisingly quickly, Jon was definitly a big help in putting you at ease.

He took it upon himself to show you how to do the chores.

Weeding the garden, feeding the animals, and changing their hay, it was a great way to get to know your little brother.

He also roped you into staying up a little later to play video games in his room.

You were almost positive Clark and Lois knew, and just didn't say anything.

Kon was like the cool brother that showed up to be your partner in crime then dipped.

He didn't live on the farm, he had told you he was roommates with afew of his friends.

Like one of those early 2000's sitcoms.

Clark did his absolute best to be the father figure you'd never actually had.

He helped with your schoolwork, encouraged your hobbies and was overjoyed to give you advice when you asked.

For such a big guy, it was certainly decieving.

He was like tne sweetest person you'd ever met, and even taught you how to do things like crochet and bake.

Lois is a powerhouse of a mother.

If you have any problems in school she's on it before it can become an issue.

Bullying? Dealt with.

Bad grades? What's the problem, sweety?

And as you started to get more... comfortable in your new home, you noticed that there were some odd things about your new family.

Regular everyday things resulted in broken items.

Wether it was Clark breaking a glass,

Jon breaking the handle on the barns sliding door,

Even Kon accidentally broke the faucet when he visited.

Speaking of Kon.

He sure visits alot for someone who lives out of state.

Huh.

He must be spending a whole lot on plane tickets.

And the whole family was weirdly aware of like- everything.

The only way you could logically explain it was that it's because Lois and Clark are reporters?

But, like, that also doesn't make sense?

How did Clark know you were in the kitchen at like 2am? His and Lois' room was upstairs all the way down the hall.

No way he heard you.

Not to mention the weird amount of "work calls" he had to run off to.

And Jon had a strange amount of school field trips.

Something was up with your new family.

And maybe it was time to delve into the family buisness.

Reporters uncovered secrets afterall.

And this family had a lot of them.

@zeep-wuz-here I did the thing... (>_<)

Reader is gonna do some snooping uh-huh. Mini reporter in the making digging up the ✨️secrets✨️

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imdeadinsidesiriuslydead · 9 months

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someone send me a Bart Allen request! I want to write for him so bad but I have no ideas!

or just any young justice characters at all bro.

#bart allen #bart allen imagine #bart allen x reader #bart allen x you #bart #dc comics #young justice #kon el #cassie sandsmark #tim drake #tim drake x reader #kon x reader #superboy x reader #Cassie sandsmark x reader

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batfam-imagines · 2 years

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Been Awhile - Part 2

As soon as initial introductions are made you and Kon quickly make your way to the Zeta-Tube. Clark had promised to slow Bruce down enough for you to get away, but your father wasn’t Batman for nothing.

“Y/N!” He sounds almost frantic as he tries to get to the tubes before you. “Y/N, wait!”

Conner quickly inputs the coordinates to Metropolis and pushed you into the machine, “I’ll meet you at home. Love you”

“Kon, what - !” But it was too late, the Zeta-Beam has already started and soon Metropolis materializes around you. “Shit”

Kon stands tall in the Watchtower hallway, his wife safe on Earth, and Batman standing menacingly in front of him.

“Step aside Kon-El, I need to speak to my daughter.”

The Kryptonian snorts, “Y/N hasn’t been your daughter for years now, Batman. Just because you find out she’s married doesn’t give you the right to speak to her.”

Bruce yanks off his cowl and glares at his, supposed, son-in-law, “I have every right to speak to her! She’s my daughter!”

“And she’s my wife! Y/N and I have been together since we were sixteen! I proposed after her high-school graduation, and we got married a week after her college graduation! How many years is that, Bruce?!” Batman opens his mouth to respond, but Kon doesn’t give him a chance, “Six years now, Y/N graduated with two bachelors degrees in 3 years! And you haven’t been there for any of her accomplishments! Last time she was at the Manor, Damian told her that she was a burden!”

“I didn’t -”

“All these years she’s been waiting for you to notice! Waiting for you to reach out, hoping you’d remember you had a daughter at all! But no, the only brother she’s talked to is Jason and he’s off the grid so often it hardly counts!”

Kon stops and takes a deep breath, “I have no doubt that she’ll forgive you eventually. Y/N sees the best in everyone, no matter how often people disappoint her. But I won’t. I won’t forget how many nights I had to hold my wife while she cried because of you and your family. I won’t forgive everything I heard you say to her. Before I wasn’t able to do anything about it, but now I can.”

Bruce’s hand drifts toward one of his belt pouches, “Are you threatening me?”

“No” Kon flashes a bright smile, the one Y/N says is so wide that it ends up being creepy, “Not yet”

When Kon finally shows up at home he immediately wraps you in his arms, squeezing as tight as he dares, “I’m so sorry, Y/N, we really didn’t think he’d be there.”

“I know, doesn’t make it any easier to see him,” You pull back and give Kon a smack in the chest, “But what you did was even more stupid! You know he carries Kryptonite on him and you still wanted to go up against him!”

Kon chuckles, “I wasn’t really thinking about that at the time, ya know? I was much more concerned with getting you away from him”

Before you can respond, your cell phone starts going off, “We aren’t done with this conversation, Kon-El.”

Your husband just grinned and pressed a quick kiss to your forehead, “Go see who it is, maybe Alfred heard about today.”

“Maybe,” Before you can even pick it up the phone goes to voicemail, and immediately starts ringing again, “Hello?”

“Y/N? Y/N, is that you?” Your fathers voice trickles through the phone, “I wanted to talk about today -”

“How did you get my number?” Kon glances up from where he’s started on dinner, his head tilting – asking to listen in, you nod, “How did you get my number!? We haven’t spoken for years, and you think -”

“I’m sorry! I called to tell you that I’m sorry! Connor told me what you had been doing these past years … I didn’t realize – I didn’t realize how much I’d missed.”

“You didn’t realize that it’s been four years since we’ve had an actual conversation? You didn’t realize that I’d moved out, graduated from high school, got engaged, graduated from college, gotten married? You didn’t realized that I made a name for myself? You didn’t realize that - that Damien hates me, that Tim doesn’t think I’m smart enough to be in the family, that Dick has never trusted me? Tell me, did I miss anything, Father?”

“Y/N … I’m so sorry”

“Sorry isn’t enough! It isn’t enough for everything you and my brothers put me though!” You take a shuddering breath, trying to regain your composure. “I found my own family, one that loves me for me. I have a husband, a mother and father-in-law, a - a crazy uncle, even a grandmother now. Alfred is the only one who knew about everything that was happening, he’s the only one I still talk to consistently. Jason tries, but he’s gone on his own missions so often that we’ll go months without talking.”

“Y/N -”

“Stop interrupting damnit! I don’t want to talk to you! I don’t forgive you! And if you even want me to try it’ll a hell of lot more than you finding my phone number and randomly calling it. Now, goodbye and goodnight”

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Been Awhile - Part 1

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redhead-batgal · 2 years

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Type: One-Shot (possibly more)

Pairing: Regency! Reader x Regency! Kon Kent

AU: Regency

Word Count: 2,625

Content: regency terms, flashback, fluff and some kind of angst

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Some of the most damaging things in this life have to deal with our emotions, what we can control and what we can’t. Things that are completely and totally out of our own control, tend to be the things that ruin us, completely and utterly shatter us.

And something about the way that shattering somehow hurts and is so addictive at the same time can drive many insane. How your heart splitting and your soul crying can co-exist with the need for more, more of it, the thing that almost destroyed you, yet you couldn’t help but crave more.

More of the pain and more of the love you were feeling as your world became nothing more than dust and ash around you. Because after all, you got to feel it again, one last time before you’d never get to feel it again.

In the end, love was a poison, drug- a death sentence and a savior all the same. Because it could build you up and break you down. Love hurts as much as it helps. Because after everything is over, you only get to love once… right?

While it was a bit unusual for ladies to be friends with gentlemen, it did not stop you from befriending two of the most popular gentlemen of the seasons… well at least you had befriended one of them before the last season began, it allowed you to have a genuine friendship despite dozens of other ladies they could have been courting.

But now that you were an adult officially, now that you were eligible for marriage they might go running. After all they were only your friends because you weren’t eligible right? Now that their previously younger ineligible friend was eligible, did that mean they were going to abandon you and start courting girls they were romantically interested in?

After all, your mother said it was what was going to happen. They saw the unladylike you and could never see you as a possible bride or wife. You were a friend… a little sister, nothing more and it stung.

Stung deeply as the feelings that were brewing in you grew stronger. The letters you shared with the two always made you feel giddy. Timothy was your childhood friend; the older brother you wished you had had. He made you laugh and smile and made you feel safe.

But his best friend… your friend Kon… your heart yearns for something more. Something beyond friendship and something that was so inconceivable considering how you acted.

So, to protect yourself-your family and… and your heart you began to avoid them. Rarely replying to letters with bland responses and lies. You didn’t join them at the parties their families invited you too in the freezing months before the season.

Trapped in your home with your mother's rules and lessons nearly suffocated you but she was right. Gentlemen would never want to marry a girl like you, they want ladies, and you couldn’t become a spinster… it would ruin your family, it would destroy you. You couldn’t. So, you let her lessons become actual lessons rather than mumblings you tuned out.

So, when spring came, when the earth was warmed by the sun and vibrant buds bloomed with petals of various colors you begged to go out. Your mother was distracted with planning party after party and event after event with other mothers and you were able to slip out with just your maid as an escort.

The park gardens were colorful and fresh, making the brilliant blue skies pop as the lush green bushes holding delicate flowers painted the grounds. You loved the gardens; they were usually empty and so pretty. Trees lined pathways creating shadows for you to play in, relishing those few moments you had left to act like a girl before the season started and you officially became a lady.

“My lady,” Your maid began scurrying after you as you hopped from shadow to shadow, “Please take your parasol, the mistress would be so upset if all the months inside went to waste, and your cheeks were flushed with the freckles.”

You paused, sighing for a moment before turning back towards her with a half-smile on your face. The brim of your hat hanging low to cover your sagging brows but not to hide your eyes.

“Fine, fine. I will use the parasol… though I still believe it’s better as a weapon than a sun shield.”

Your maid laughed and you began walking towards her to retrieve the parasol when you noticed two gentlemen quite a way behind you. You paused as your maid passed the parasol into your hand watching them. It took you barely a moment to recognize the loosened cravat around one of their necks and the red and yellow edge cravat around the other one.

Intaking sharply, you spun around, and your maid blinked. Forcing a smile on your face you quickly popped the parasol and hid yourself behind it. They couldn’t see you or they’d want to talk, and you couldn’t talk.

Continuing to move down the path though more normally now and a tad slower you kept the parasol blocking anyone passing’s view. They probably didn’t notice you, you were fine, how could they? In this dress and hat you were practically unrecognizable from that far away. You took in a breath though, when the sound of fast footsteps echoed in your ears. You almost stopped when you saw a small child-a little girl in a colored dress racing by you.

A smile sprung to your face, and you let out the sigh of relief… just a moment too soon.

“Well, well, well if it isn’t the Lady Y/N L/N.” A startling familiar voice echoed into your ears.

It reminded you of the crackling fire in the fireplace, the smell of ink and parchment-it reminded you of a meeting that had happened barely a year before.

The library reeked of firewood, and you were basking in it. Timothy Drake-Wayne sat in a seat across from you flipping through a sketch book of yours. He would hum and smile before flipping the page. You knew it was because he was noticing the detailed drawings you had done of the most peculiar scenes. His siblings mid-fight, one of his brothers falling from a tree, another getting yelled at by a lady, yet another hiding on the roof a book in hand and yet another perched on a hill scribbling in a notebook so eerily familiar to your own. And finally, an image of him flying in his family lake.

“These are stunning, Y/N.” He remarked softly and you smiled, pulling your knees to your chest.

You were in your nightgown, your dressing gown hanging limply off of your shoulders, squished in a chair right next to the fireplace. Outside snow softly fell signally the last of winter before spring came. This would be considered one of the first of the season's events, you knew it was supposed to be an honor your family was hosting it but honestly being locked away upstairs while music and laughter and the smell of delicious food drifted up you got bored and frustrated quickly.

Hiding in the library you worked on one of your most recent sketches, an image of Tim’s sisters spinning around in lavish ball gowns with each other. You had been present for a brief moment of dance lessons and envied them.

However, hearing the door creak open and laughter and music slip into the room only to see your childhood friend scramble in, confused you. You gave him a look and tilted your head before blinking.

“Crazy mamas?” You asked and he nodded.

You smiled and gestured to the seat across from you. Not long later, Tim sat your sketchbook in hand examining all of your sketches.

“I was thinking,” You began capturing his attention, “of doing one of all of you for Al-Mr. Alfred’s birthday. Do you think he’d appreciate it?”

Tim nodded before closing your book and reaching over to hand it back to you.

“That sounds like a fantastic idea Y/N.”

Your fingers had just closed around the book when you heard the door swing open and a slight snarl entered the room. You blinked and Tim sighed, causing you to look at him. Pulling your book against your chest you fidgeted, moving your dressing gown around so nothing really showed.

“Tim!” A voice bellowed “Tim you traitor! Where are you?” You took a breath and suddenly a young man appeared in the tiny hallway. He pointed at Tim, his blue eyes shining as he bounced towards him.

“So, this is where you were hiding, you traitorous bastard!”

You blinked and the man hopped over so he was laying across the seat next to Tim. He looked strange; he was wearing a fine suit, but it was disheveled. His cravat loose and sleeves rolled up to show his forearms, his jacket was nowhere in sight, and you blinked. He looked familiar, maybe it was the dark hair or the eyes you didn’t know. However, he was being rude, and he did just throw himself onto your chair.

“Timothy,” you began, causing the man to finally look at you, “my dear friend I hadn’t any idea you were… how did he put it? Oh yes, a bastard. I’m startled to discover this! After many many years of friendship, I was unaware! Were you ever going to enlighten me of this-this drastic matter?”

Tim blinked and you raised an eyebrow at him almost smiling and he cracked. Snorts and chortles escaped from him as he bent over trying his hardest to muffle the sound. The man looked at you and looked you over with a smile on his face.

“And who are you, my lady? I do not believe we’ve been introduced.” Tim snorted some more before swatting at his friend, “Leave her alone Kon, she doesn’t want to know you.”

‘Kon’ looked at your eyes glimmering with something as his smile grew, "I do believe that is up to her to decide. Is it not my lady?”

“It’s just Y/N,” You said, “I’m not technically a lady till next season I’m afraid.”

Kon leaned forwards looking you over again and you raised an eyebrow.

“Really?”

“Yes.”

“Then why in all of the ton is Timothy hiding here with you?”

You blinked coming back into the present as Kon’s sly smile burned into your mind sending your heart racing.

Looking to your sides you found the two of them flanking you. Kon and Tim- no no. Mr. Kent and Mr. Drake-Wayne. Your mother’s eight months of lessons would not go to waste in less than five seconds.

You tried a polite smile; you had spent hours practicing to be just right. Not too wide but also not too closed. Not too sweet but not too cold. Not too inviting but also not a frown.

Those hours, days… months of training were supposed to help prepare you to mingle and be ready to be married. However, the mere thought of forgetting everything and making a fool of yourself and your family sent your breath skittering. Because of this your nerves ran hotter in your veins then your blood did.

“Mr. Drake-Wayne, Mr. Kent.” You nodded slightly as you pulled your parasol closer to you and took a step away from them.

He was far too close... To close because you wanted him that close. To see his smile and hear his laugh. To just be around him… it was certainly not lady-like and certainly not proper!

“Mr. What and what? I do beg your pardon Y/N since when did we get so distant that you started addressing us formally?” Kon asked, leaning in towards you.

Your cheeks heated and you closed your eyes for just a moment as your mother's words echoed into your ears over and over again.

Proper ladies refer to gentlemen by their formal names, not their christen ones. Proper ladies do not have friendships with gentlemen they have courtships, proper ladies-

“Leave her alone Kon, she’s just being polite.” Tim remarked, shooting a slight glare at Kon, “How are you doing Miss. L/N?”

Taking in a breath you smiled and turned towards Tim acknowledging him as more of your mother's rules blared in your mind. Proper ladies do not civilize with improper men, proper ladies only reply to men who are proper in return, proper ladies are quiet, proper ladies only interact with men who are possible suitors…Where was that damned maid you brought along as an escort? Wasn’t she supposed to be stepping in, in a situation like this?

“I have been doing fine, thank you for asking Mr. Drake-Wayne. How have you been?”

Tim blinked in surprise as if what you said shocked him… which it might have. There may or may not have been a running joke in which the two of you would pretend to be “higher class” and greet each other as such. Years of familiarity and afternoons of playing royalty drilled this joke in further. Kon however, was not surprised, just frustrated.

“Y/N, stop acting so snobby. You aren’t like this.”

Something alit in your chest, while he wasn’t entirely wrong, it annoyed you to think he had any say in who you were… or who he thought you were. Your heart may care for him, but he had no idea what you had been doing these past months. He didn’t know you… he didn’t! Turning towards him you smiled bitterly and leaned in.

“Who says you have an idea who I am? We just became friends last year after all.”

Kon suddenly had a smirk on his face, and he leaned in towards you, much to Tim’s protest, so close that your noses were nearly touching. Looking his face over you saw the clear mask begin to fade.

“Why because, my dear Y/N, you are my most precious ruby.”

Heat flooded your cheeks as a faint memory brush to the front of your mind. You pushed it back and sighed, shaking your head. Causing a look of confusion to fold across Kon’s face. There was a retort, a brilliantly witty one that could get Kon back and still make you seem refined.

“How unfortunate you said that.”

Stepping away from him with something burning in your chest you tried your hardest to focus on something else. Hoping that Kon or even Tim would question your reaction. You burned to use the retort to sound so classy and dignified and so fierce.

“And” Kon began, much to your relief, “why is that?”

Smiling, you took a step forward reaching towards his loosened cravat. Fingers pulling up, you looked in his eyes smiling.

“Because to another man, I’d be considered a diamond.”

Tim suddenly burst into a coughing fit, and you caught his eye. Only to see him trying his hardest to force back a smile that had begun on his face. Meanwhile Kon stood in front of you, his eyes wide and his cheeks… well you must have been imagining something because his cheeks appeared to be pink. A light flush clear, Kon blinked visibly swallowing before you gave Tim a slight curtsy and turned to leave. Head raised high, your heart racing even faster in your chest, you caught your maid’s eye.

The two of you began to walk away when you paused and turned back, tilting your parasol just enough they could see your face and you could still see Kon’s astonished one.

“I do hope you enjoy the rest of your day Mr. Drake-Wayne… oh and you too Mr. Kent.”

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morgansunflower · 1 year

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Meddling Brothers & Pregnancy Test 1/2

Kon-El Kent X Batsis! Reader

Warnings:suggestive content, explicit language.

Words:1265

Requested taglist @too-strong-to-lose

Arthur's notes! Third P. O. V!

Kon and Y/N try to hide their relationship but are unfortunately caught by her meddling brothers.

Alfred was tending to his daily routine of taking care of the Manor. He has full expectations other thing's will be added to such a beautiful day. He steps into the bathroom with gloves on his hands for cleaning. He opens the bottom cabinet and holds the trash can. The butler poured the contents into the larger trash bag. Something falls out of the trash bag. He picked it up feeling astonishment as he grabs it and nearly gasp.

"blimey" he mumbled with genuine happiness

A positive pregnancy test. Whomever is Alfred fully expects, Bruce will be in complete utter shock.

"OH SHIT there's tongue action! There's tongue!!" Dick frantically said under the night sky

"shut up they'll hear us!" Damian said elbowing Grayson

"Bruce is so gonna bust a blood vessel" Dick mumbled shocked his little sister could do something so.. Grown up.

"she will not be able to get out of this. I told you something was going on" Damian said pleased with himself.

"don't be mad but I'm afraid we have some unwanted visitors" Kon sighed as he told his fiancée. Well soon to be he still had to ask her father for permission.

"one second please.." Y/N requested

"go get 'em babe" he encourages kissing her

Y/N turns to dagger glare to Damian and Dick. Dick was panicking inside as she walked to them. Kon-El was half annoyed and half amused.

"Shit! Shit! Shit! She's going to kill me!!" Dick shouted, he was caught no running back now.

"tt never I have seen her that pissed off.. We'll were fucking dead" Damian sighed accepting his fate of no longer being the favorite brother.

"H-hi Y/N!!" Dick nervously said

"it was his idea he convinced me to come with him!" Damian said

"oh whatever!" Dick scoffed.

She opens her hand down to him "binoculars.. Now!"

Dick shamefully hands them to his little sister. She was absolutely pissed. She kicked Dick's head and then Damian's shoulder. She watches them stand to there feet with guilty faces. She continued to glare until they left. She turns back and walks to her boyfriend. They had been secretly dating for 3 years.. until now their secret was unfortunately revealed. She holds his face in her hands.

"please tell me were actually alone now" she pleaded.

"we are" he touches her hip his smile softening as his heart could barley handle the beautiful moment "because of that I can finally tell you, why you're sick"

"how'd you?.. Oh right, Kryptonian. Well what's my diagnosis Mr Kent"

Kon smiles and kisses her, he was so happy. He lifts her shirt halfway up touching her bare abdomen. He looked into her eyes, hearing that sweet little heartbeat. She then realized it was true, it wasn't a false positive. She deepens the kiss and hugs his neck. A baby.

"I heard the heartbeat last night and I couldn't wait to tell you"

After Alfred's morning duties he prepare to leave for the grocery store. He open his notes on his phone and reviews the grocery list. Damian requires food for his many animals. Tim desires yet again coffee strong brewed as well as those awful high-caffeine "monster" beverages. Jason is requesting cookies again.. Richard desires well everything. Cassandra requested Chinese noodles. Stephanie begged anything sweet please! Barbara requested anything easily portable. Bruce did not aquire Alfred anything already having full faith in his long trusted butler. Y/N requested unsalted crackers, and non-alcoholic sparkling juice with some chocolate. Then he realized. How was he was he so blind? She's been absent from patrol and missions. Though whom is the father? After returning from his outing. He prepared a platter for Y/N, with each thing she requested. Alfred was overwhelmed with joy. He takes the platter to her room. He gently knock on her door. No response came. Inside the room Y/N was laying in her bed ill from her morning sickness. Her body was sore in the worst places. She just wanted Kon to hold her. Unfortunately he was currently on patrol with his family.

"Ms Y/N, are you alright dear?" he softly asked through the door.

She was too tired to speak words "...mmmm...mmm" she replied weakly.

Alfred's heart went out to her. She must be exhausted.

"I assume you are suffering from your morning sickness. May I offer you the food and beverage you requested?"

"sure" she forces out with her voice still tired.

Alfred opens the door to see his granddaughter. She was now sitting upwards from having been laying down, with the blanket laid on her waist. Alfred placed the platter on her nightstand. He watched his granddaughter enjoy her snack along with her beverage. He can't help but be thrilled over the news.

"how far along are you?" Alfred asked calm but in truth he is quite anxious.

"9 weeks.. It's wrong of me to let you find out the way you did. I guess I'm still in shock.. And I am having trouble even saying it"

"who is the father?" Alfred asked curiously

"Kon-El.. Kent" she smiled, she genuinely loved him.

"our lives with the Kent family are continuing to intertwine" Alfred softly laughed. Bruce is going to panic.

"yeah, it's been really hard seeing everyone in my family and the Kent's... without just saying" she takes a deep breath nervously "those two words"

"try to say it.. Perhaps it would help you?" Alfred encouraged.

".. I'm pregnant" she smiled as if it truly dawned on her that she will have a baby. She began to cry. Alfred softly smiled in sympathy "sorry"

"no apologies needed dear.." then he realized, his girlfriend. "does Ms Leslie know?"

"uhh she has known since I went to my first doctors appointment... She really wanted to tell you, I made her promise to keep it between Dr and patient"

"I understand.. It does however explain why she has been avoiding me"

"want to keep me company. I could use some emotional support right now" she, pleaded, she knew he probably couldn't being such a busy man.

"of course" Alfred said delighted.

He sits on the chair Y/N takes a deep breath. This last time he sat in that chair she was only 4 years old as he rocked her to sleep.

"Kon said he wants to marry me"

His little girl is having a baby and she's getting married.. He feels old. Grateful but old.

"congratulations"

"thank you.. Do you.. Do you think Bruce will be mad at me? I have to leave for Argo before the baby is big enough to kick"

"not in the slightest. Above all he wishes for your safety and your happiness.. As I do.. And as for Argo I know you shall be dearly missed"

That week Kon asked Tim if he didn't mind him crashing at the Manor. So instead of going into a guest room. He sneaks into Y/N's room. He smiled sympathetically and crawls into the bed with her. She hugs his neck he wraps his strong arm's around her.

"bags packed?" he whispered

She nodded and then began to cry. She was terrified of telling her family. He softly smiled kissing her in random places.

"I know Hon but as long as you got me you'll be fine"

She snickered "so high and mighty"

"well I happen to think that of you. You're better than flying through the sky. In fact you're absolutely freakin amazing. So perfect. Just think of Argo as a pre-honeymoon"

"that mean I'm getting spoiled?"

"immensely Hon, so immensely"

#Meddling Brothers #Batfamily #Batsis! Reader #Kon-El Kent X Batsis! Reader #kon el x reader #Kon x Reader #Pregnant! Reader #Fluff #Humor #Argo city #Secret relationship #damian wayne #alfred pennyworth #dick grayson

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artemis32 · 2 months

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yandere superfam drabble i

listen, i have a ton of ideas for the batfam. really, i do. but come on. superfam.

dc masterlist

Thinking about Clark and his family as yanderes.

Individually, they're enough of a headache, but together? Damn.

Clark Kent sees himself as your father. The problem with him as a yandere is, he's genuinely terrifying. I mean, ignoring the fact that this man is literally Superman, he's also incredibly delusional.

I think most people downplay, or forget exactly how strong this man is. He's strong, fast, and so insanely smart. All that being said, there is literally zero chance of you avoiding him, under any circumstances.

The only saving grace in this situation is the fact that he's, like I said, delusional. Not in a 'oh, I know this is kind of wrong, but I can justify it as being right' kind of way. Rather, he wholeheartedly believes he's helping you, doing the best thing for you by allowing his obsession and thoughts of you overtake your life.

You don't even have the luxury of a slow descent into the situation. His mindset regarding you shifted really quickly, and by the time you were clued in on it, you'd already been stolen away to a farm in the middle of nowhere, ripped away from your life without warning.

The only aspect of his mindset that doesn't quite fit in with the delusional yandere archetype is the fact that, if you push the right buttons, he will absolutely fly off the handle. That in itself proves that, no matter how much he insists otherwise, he knows what he's done to you is wrong.

Jon Kent is a carbon copy of his father. He firmly believes that your place in life is with them, as a part of their family. The fact that you weren't born into the family means nothing to him. If you weren't meant to be with them, the your paths would never have crossed.

The only difference between him and Clark is that Jon has no doubt in his mind that what they're doing is okay. Clark is delusional; Jon is deranged. A part of you believes you can't really blame him - he's a child, a product of his environment. If that's what he was taught his whole life, by the people he loved and trusted, then of course he didn't see a problem with it. But the larger part of you still hated him, hated the fact that he saw you as the crazy one, as if his family hadn't abducted you from your crappy Metropolis apartment in the middle of the night.

And the fact that he was a few years younger than you didn't stop him from treating you like a child. Granted, he was insanely strong and fast, but that didn't mean you had to enjoy him manhandling you as easily as his father and brother whenever he thought you were getting too fussy.

Conner Kent, a few years your senior, isn't like Clark or Jon. He's completely aware of what they're doing to you, of how invasive and creepy it is. He just doesn't care.

I'd almost argue that him being fully aware of how wrong it all was might've been creepier than the shared delusion of Clark and Jon, especially since he could stare you dead in the eye, blank faced at the sight of your tears, and tell you in the most monotonous voice you've ever heard that he didn't care about what you wanted.

Besides a few uncanny moments with him, he was mostly pretty cocky and snide, with this keen way of getting under your skin. It's almost as if he revelled in the fact that you knew he knew they were wrong, the fact that he could do something to help you get away from all this, but he just... didn't.

The worst part was, if he hadn't, you know, kidnapped you, you might've liked him. He was easy to like, if you ignored the annoying sarcasm and ever-present smirk, the type of person you might've wanted to be friends with.

Too bad he spoiled all that by being batshit crazy.

Lois Lane, to her credit, was against the idea at first. She acted as the voice of reason in the family. Or, at least, she tried to. But the men in her family were nothing if not determined.

She realised how crazy, how morally wrong it was to rip someone away from their life for what you thought might be best for them. She also realised how terrified you'd be, surrounded by people, beings who were so much stronger than you, able to subdue you with little more than the tip of a pinky finger.

But, in the end, they won her over. The idea of someone to take care of, someone normal in the family - someone like her, and a daughter to boot - the offer was too sweet to pass up on. She's an odd mix of mindsets, a point somewhere between Clark's delusion and Conner's unwavering sanity, and that makes her scarier than the rest of them, somehow.

The fact that she knows it's wrong, but is able to convince herself it's for your own good - that's terrifying.

Though, she is great in the motherly role, acting as neutral ground for whenever one of the others overwhelm you past what you can reasonably handle. She seems to have a sixth sense for your threshold too, appearing as if out of thin air whenever you're close to snapping at one of the three men who are always in your hair.

Out of all four of them, you'd admit to liking her the most, though admittedly, it's for a selfish reason. She's the easiest person to slip by - the rest of them have super sight and hearing, and even if you could slip away, they'd catch up to you in a few seconds flat. Lois, as much as you may dislike her, was only human. Yes, she had this weird sense for when you'd try to pull something, but for the most part, you had more leeway with her than anyone else.

As a result, you stuck to her like glue, which lead to Jon whining that you were playing favourites. Jon, you could understand. He was a child, one who was used to getting his way most of the time. Clark, however, also tended to develop a strangely endearing pout whenever you ignored him, one that had even Lois caving and forcing you to spend time with someone other than her.

One thing all of them had in common was the fact that they were so damn clingy. They seemed magnetically drawn to you, hanging off of you like children at all hours of the day. It was infuriating, constantly having your personal space intruded upon.

Even at night, when you tried to sleep, you'd wake to find Conner or Jon sliding in beside you, or, even worse, you'd mysteriously wake up in Clark and Lois' bed the next morning. That always made you uncomfortable - how had they managed to move you several rooms down without you once waking up?

Your only saving grace was that all four had their own lives outside of the household, often leaving for work or school, or even patrols, so you very rarely had to deal with all four at the same time. Your favourite days were the ones when it was just you and Lois. You could slip away in the morning, right after Jon caught the bus to school, and spend the entire day away from the prison-like household.

They at least trusted you enough to let you roam around the farm freely. Well, not trusted, exactly. More like, they knew you couldn't get far before one of them caught up to you.

The perks of living in the middle of buttfuck nowhere.

On the bright side, they acted as if the entire household revolved around you. You could decide what everyone ate for breakfast and dinner, you could decide the 'family activity' of the week. They tended to give in to what you wanted pretty easily, on the condition that you gave them something in return, whether it be attention, affection, or some crudely handmade gift that wasn't worth much.

Despite their joyful front though, they could all be terrifying, especially Clark. You'd learnt that the hard way when they'd first taken you. One of them snapping usually only happened if you put yourself in harm's way, but there were other circumstances where they (Clark), felt punishment was warranted.

You'd once made the mistake of making genuinely hurting Lois (or, her feelings at least), to the point of making her cry. Once, and never again.

But since then, you'd learnt how to play your cards, how to skate by in the Kent household with only a small dose of anxiety. You'd managed to avoid being metaphorically (and literally) shackled to the bed, like when you'd first arrived. Time had made things easier - time, and getting to know them.

As much as you were loathed to admit it, getting to know them had made it easier to handle them. It'd been a hard pill to swallow originally, but as the months went by, you'd had to accept the fact that you weren't going anywhere, and it was better to adapt to the situation than remain sullen and miserable for the rest of your life.

They seemed to believe you were slowly but surely coming around to the idea of being a part of their family. You definitely acted like it. But deep down, you were biding your time, waiting, planning for the perfect moment.

You'd leave, run and hide, go to furthest corner of the earth to get away from them. You always thought you would, and one day, you did.

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დ 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐮 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬. | 𝐦𝐝𝐧𝐢 {𝟏𝟖+}

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 : you and Shiu Kong have been fuck buddies for a while, now. one day, when he calls to make sure you’re free for your usual wednesday session, you tell him you can’t see him anymore.

He always texts, before getting to your apartment, to make sure you’re not busy. He prefers it that way since he’s mainly busy with clients and doesn’t have time to call you, but tonight, he’s feeling extra needy and presses your number to hear your voice.

Shiu sounds exhausted, probably after a long day at work, but he still wants to do this, it’ll help his soul. You can never tell when he’s tired. His eyes always look so sleepy.

"I’m coming over, around nine." as usual, he invites himself whenever he wants to, but you get to fuck Shiu Kong so you often allow him to impose an hour. This time it’s different though.

"we can’t do this tonight, shiu."

His first thought is that you’re probably joking. You guys have been doing this for months and haven’t had any problems, keeping this low-key and on his terms. You both were in accord with those terms, so what could possibly be the problem?

Unfortunately, you have been seeing someone for a while and that man has invited you to his home, for the first time.

"what do you mean?" His tone is detached, he doesn’t want you to know it annoys him. It makes this more complicated than it has to be.

You start to explain why you guys won’t be able to do this on any other wednesdays, not anymore. You try not to linger on your explanations because you know a few words speak a lot for Shiu.

He literally doesn’t care, though, you’re his.

"It doesn’t matter. It’s wednesday, doll." You’re literally able to turn his brain off. He needs this. You can hear Shiu’s irritation through the phone, but he tries to stay calm. "you don’t get to cancel our nights. we agreed on those terms."

Trying to explain that everything is going to change, from now on, is useless. Shiu is set on having you for tonight, and whether you have this date or not doesn’t matter to him.

What does matter is that you’ve had time to meet someone and he’s just been busy working and thinking about fucking you.

Shiu has been non-stop thinking about your cute whines, when he presses his weight against you to enter you deeper. The sound you make when you moan his name, so he knows he’s doing you so well. The way he studies your curves with his hands and feels the shiver on your skin when he breathes against your neck.

Shiu misses it more than ever tonight, and it bothers him to know another man could have what he has. He’s probably rubbing his forehead, debating on whether or not he should listen to his impulse.

"I’m on my way." He’s stubborn, and you’re begging him to stop wasting his time, but he won’t give up so easily. "what are you gonna do? toss and turn in his bed while thinking of me instead?" Shiu thinks it’s ridiculous that you could believe another man can pleasure you as well as he does, and he’s probably right.

You’re thinking of how well he massages your clit with his thumb, how he explores exactly the right spots with his fingers between your legs, how his touch sends shivers down your entire being and how his hard cock fits so well into you.

Nobody knows how to satisfy you like Shiu, and you bet it won’t change with the arrival of this new guy. He reads into your thoughts. "honey, he’ll never give you what you need."

That same night, you end up under Shiu Kong just like all the other wednesdays, after declining the other man’s invitation. You’re not able to detach yourself from the pleasure Shui gives you. He’ll fuck you stupid, before leaving for work the next morning, this time leaving his jacket behind for you to know he won’t allow you to have this kind of relationship with anyone but him.

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gatorbites-imagines · 3 months

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um could I request Conner Kent with a male reader who is just like him. Reader is a clone of another hero made by Cadmus, but the reader is a year or two older. When Conner and their first meet is during his initial escape and him coming apart from the team, and them bonding over them being clones. What would their relationship be like.

Conner Kent x Plastic Man Clone Male Reader

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Reader is a clone of Plastic Man, cuz I love him.

Heyo my Hatchlings, how has everyone been doing? I finally finished up my assignment and I’m finally back. Did you guys miss me?

As a clone of Plastic Man, you put a good amount of people on edge when you appeared. Seeing as Plastic Man is very much immortal and unbeatable in the long game, they feared if you were good or evil, as there wouldn’t really be any way to defeat you if you turned out to be bad.

Luckily for them, you turned out to be as good of a guy as a clone of Plastic Man could be. You weren’t completely black and white, and sure you stole sometimes, and had a habit out of causing problems for corrupt people in power, but who were they to blame you.

You lived with Patrick Obrian, since he’s the closest thing you have to a family, and he never even had the thought of rejecting you because of your clone status. If anybody knows what its like to be judged and struggling to exist, its him.

Patrick plays an active supportive role in your life, and he teaches you how to use your powers. You end up being very skilled at the shapeshifting part of your shared powers. Sure, you still stretched, grew or shrank in size, anything Plastic Man could do, but you enjoyed shapeshifting the most. You even got a hang on switching colors, something Patrick struggled with.

When Young Justice was cooked up, you were one of the first they placed on the team. Mainly because of how powerful you were, and since part of them wanted to keep an eye on you, just in case.

You never took anything too seriously, it just came with the territory of being a clone of Plastic Man. Live life and all that. You did get into some arguments with different members of the team when it comes to morals, but that’s to be expected of a team.

When the team finds and rescues Conner, you immediately feel a level of kinship with him. Your clone status isn’t known outside of the league, so the knowledge Conner was born with doesn’t let him know you are a clone too.

As everyone tries to figure out what to do with Conner, you just settle down beside him, your stretched limbs dragging closer to you until they’re the normal length, where you offer him a snack or something to drink.

“Youd think they’d be better at dealing with clones, huh?” you joke, chewing on your own snack as he just looks at you, still confused and on edge about everything.

At his questioning glance, you lift your goggles and wink at him, pointing a thumb at yourself as you almost proudly declare yourself a clone of the best member of the justice league, if you were to be asked anyways.

As the league tries to figure it all out, you sit with Conner and just talk his ear off, never letting him wallow to far and making it harder for him to overhear the negative things said about him. Only Patrick knew, but the League fearing that you’d turn evil still weighed on you, and you didn’t want Conner to deal with the same thing.

Its only after you’ve made him smile and laugh that you accept that you’ve done your duty. When its time to leave you give him a way to contact you, and give him another cheesy wink before pulling your goggles back on, telling him that you clones should stick together.

Over time you become one of the people Conner is closest too, especially when he isn’t as welcomes by the people around him as he had hoped. This angers you and by extension Patrick, but your father figure just rolls his eyes and says he isn’t surprised.

In the beginning Conner spends a lot of time with you and Patrick, but mainly you, since you are closer in age. To be someone to look up too, you even stop with your petty crime for a while, just so your bad reputation won’t rub off on Conner.

Seeing him mingle better with the team, you take a happy step back and let him build the relationships he craves. Because of your different opinions and looser morals, you never became much more than acquaintances with the team, but seeing your fellow clone happy is enough for you.

But even as Conner gets closer to the team, he still holds onto you, since you were the first person to show him casual kindness without any suspicion or wanting something in return. You also have a lot more life skill than he does, so going to you for advice is normal for him.

When the time comes, you were most likely the one to leave the young justice team first out of everyone. You just don’t fit into their dynamic, and you run best on your own or with your father figure. Its hard to be an immortal who would never get to experience true normal life on a team of people who could.

You don’t leave the league, but you become more of a contractor, someone they call in when they need the help. You keep beating up bad guys, but you also fall back on the familiar feeling of crime. You only steal from those that deserve it though, and use your shapeshifting to easily get away with it.

It becomes a bit of a running gag, as the league always sends the young justice team after you since you aren’t an actual lethal threat. It kinda becomes training for them, and since Meghan can’t ever find you through mind powers, they have to work hard to find you.

When Conner leaves the team you to go out for drinks. Who cares about your ages. Seeing your father figure, you could be thousands of years old and never age physically, so it didn’t matter to you.

If your relationship was romantic, this would most likely be where it developed further, since Conner would be less tied to the team, and he could spend more time with you.

If your relationship isn’t romantic, it would still develop from here, just become more brotherly. You always joke you’re the batman to his superman, always shapeshifting into batman when you do, much to Conners fake annoyance.

Honestly even if it became romantic, youd still transform into batman and make kissy faces at him, since superbat is probably a running gag in the league.

You guys go on dates, even if its platonic, just to spend time together, maybe travel the world a bit, or even travel space, since you could easily survive away from earth. Theres probably also some very deep conversations about existence and your worth, since being a clone and always being treated like one weigh heavy on anyone.

When it truly hits Conner how much you struggle with your own role as a clone, he’s a bit surprised. Hed never imagined you were just completely fine, but you had always seemed to let the comments and suspicion roll off your back.

All in all, you two have each other’s back, always. The bond you have is deep in the way only two people created the same place for the same purpose can have. So, no matter if its romantic or platonic, you two become a familiar sight on and off the battlefield.

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Brother's best friend

Summary: You go to spend the summer at your grandparents, along with your family and the Wayne's. Will something rise between you and Damian?

Warnings: Reader is half kryptonian, meaning they can hear heartbeats.

Gender Neutral

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It was quiet. There was no sound of cars in a busy street, voices of pedestrians that became too much as they all overlapped, no musty smell of used up air. It was quiet, only the sound of the TV, animals outside, and the heartbeats of your loved ones could he heard.

Your grandparent's farm was your escape. It was where you could go when you wanted to get away from the city that you and your family lived in. Apparently, everyone agreed, because now you're spending the summer on the farm, along with your mother, father, and brothers.

Your mother was helping your grandmother clean up after breakfast. Your father was helping your grandfather with the animals, you and Jon were watching a cartoon, and Kon was still sleeping.

Despite your grandparents being two lonely farmers, more people were still going to be joining you. Everyone had decided that it would be nice to invite Bruce Wayne and his children to join in on your short vacation. You had barely gotten Jon to sleep the night he found out that they said yes, he was far too excited about what was to come. Eventually, your mother had to come in and scold him for still being up.

If you listened close enough, you could hear their plane, and if you listened even closer, you could hear their hearts and words. Which Jon had been doing the entire time he had been awake, anxiously waiting for his best friend and his family to arrive, your father and Kon doing the same. Was it a little weird that Clark, Kon, and Jon were all best friends with members of the Wayne family? Yeah, a little bit. But did you care? No.

Jon had been going on for years now about his best friend, Damian Wayne. Apparently, the two of them met due to being Robin and Superboy. Jon had told you about the many adventures the two of them had, the times they would hang out at Wayne Manor, and how much he adored Damian. You've heard similar stories about Bruce, and Tim aswell, your father and Kon sharing the same excitement as Jon over their best-friends.

Almost all of the Wayne family has heard about you, too, but not as much as Damian has. Jon is always talking about his older sibling, born just two years before himself, and a year after Damian. Jon is always talking about the things the two of you have done, what you like, any new changes you've made to your appearance. To some extent, Damian feels as if he already knows you. You also feel the same.

"I can't wait for you to meet him." Jon excitedly tells you, taking his eyes away from the small TV and looking at you. You turn to meet his gaze and offer a small smile, hoping it will get him to stop gushing about this family you've never met. Maybe you're excited about meeting a certain older brother, one that your family said came back from the dead. It's not that you don't want to meet them, it's just that you don't want to spend your summer with some strangers.

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It was about lunchtime when you could hear the plane getting closer to the farm, your family raced outside to greet their friends.

A grown man was the first to jump out of the plane, his hair wavy and black, eyes blue and skin tan. He had one of those Hollywood smiles that instantly got you plastered on a magazine. He ran up to your father and welcomed him into an embrace. He was far too young to be Bruce Wayne, but also too old to be Damian.

Another boy hopped out and jogged over to Kon. Obviously, that's Tim. His pale skin and shaggy black hair gave it away.

Who you assume was Bruce emerged next, the wrinkle between his eyebrows and his strong physique being a sign. You could hear your father whisper his name as he went up to hug the man.

An even younger boy walked out, instantly earning a yell from Jon. He looked almost identical to Bruce. Only his skin was tan, and his nose was stronger. His eyes were green, a strong contrast from the three blue-eyed men that he had traveled with. His hair was black and clean cut, styled upwards. He was gorgeous. His description could only mean that he was the one and only Damian.

Another man walked into the light. He was tall and muscular. His wavy hair was black with a stripe of white and out of his face. He was wearing sunglasses, blocking his eyes from your view. Even from the distance, you could see the scars that adorned the side of his face. Jason Todd.

You watched as your family exchanged their hellos, obviously excited about the entire situation. Just as you were about to turn and go back inside, you heard your father introducing your grandparents. That could only mean that you were next.

His arms gestured around your family before finally landing on you, "And that's, Y/N." He spoke.

The first man(whom you overheard the name of) started walking towards you, his flashy smile on display.

"Hi, I'm Dick!" He introduced himself, offering you a handshake. After you reciprocated the gesture, he put his arm over your shoulders, holding you to his side. His hand rose up to point at the other people he arrived with. "That's Bruce," he stated, pointing at the man next to your father. "That's Jason," His finger was now pointed at the man with the white streak in his hair, "Tim" was all he said as he gestured to the boy conversing with Kon. "And that's Damian." He said, pointing at the boy that was being bombarded with questions by Jon. To your surprise, he was staring right at you. His gaze was sharp and felt like he was seeing right through you.

Your eye contact was interrupted as your grandmother came rushing past you with a pitcher of tea and some cups.

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New series alert!!!

Update's will be slow.

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fcthots · 7 months

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how do you think jason would act or what he would say to his s/o when he realizes he loves them? would this take him a while to realize? how would he express it?

I am a best friends to lovers truther so

Jason would not realize he's been in love with you for years. It randomly hits him one day while you're falling asleep with your head in his lap as he reads to you and runs his fingers through your. He thinks about how he wants to pamper you, never wants you to leave, wants to spend the rest of his life with you, how he wants to give you everything. He realizes maybe it's not normal that he thinks about you most of the time. How when he brings anyone on a date he thinks "they would hate this place" and then proceed to tell his date about you, his amazing best friend, the entire time. He would forget to compliment them but call you gorgeous 6 separate times. Maybe he should have realized after several people blatantly told him that he was in love with you, including his entire family and ex-partners. Since when is it not normal to fall asleep buried in your best friend's chest??

#had to force myself to delete the last line: Tim does it with his best friend (Kon) all the time??#One of these days I will make a ship drabble acc #saph’s love letters #jason todd #saph’s thots #jason todd x reader #red hood #red hood x reader #jason todd imagine #jason todd x you #anon #jason todd fluff #red hood imagine #red hood x you #jason todd x reader fluff #red hood x reader fluff #red hood fluff #fluff

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lunasfics · 7 months

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Masterlist

Batfamily

Found Family (ft. Supers) - In which Bruce Wayne and Clark Kent engage in a custody battle over a clone created from both their DNA, or, in which you get saved from a lab and gain two new families who would move mountains for you.

Bruce Wayne

Thunderstorms - There was a period of silence, your feet making soft splashes in the puddles below you, his steps were silent next to you. Your grip on the cape around you tightened when the loud rumbling on thunder sounded above you, you felt Bruce’s hand over your back, it grounded you.

Dick Grayson

coming soon!

Jason Todd

Ghost of You - In which Jason does what he thinks is best, and you’re left to pick up the pieces he left behind.

Tim Drake

coming soon!

Damian Wayne

You Remind Me of Lilies - "You remind me of lilies.” He paused, eyeing you with curiosity, “And why is that, beloved?” You smiled, “You just do, all different colors of lilies mean different things, and I can trace each one back to you. Every time.”

Duke Thomas

coming soon!

Stephanie Brown

coming soon!

Cassandra Cain

coming soon!

Barbara Gordon

coming soon!

Clark Kent

coming soon!

Conner Kent

coming soon!

Jon Kent

coming soon!

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"Superboy, this is Powerpuff Man. He protects the city of Townsville from aliens, giant monsters, and demons." Superman introduced.

Conner sized the young hero up. He was certainly... colorful. Hot pink fingerless leather gloves. Black boots, light blue tights and a green leather jacket. He looks like he'd fit better at a pride parade than being a superhero, but Conner took his father's word for it. "Nice to meet you, Powerpuff Man." Conner tried not to laugh at his ridiculous name.

The other hero shook his hand. "You want to laugh don't you? It's okay. Most people do, but I can't change the name. I've had it since I was six years old."

"You've been fighting crime since you were six?"

"Hell of an age to start, eh?"

Superboy laughed. "I guess so."

Superman smiled. It was nice to see Conner getting along with other superheroes.

#x male reader #male reader insert #male x male #superman #superboy #Superboy x male reader #conner kent #Conner Kent x male reader #joshua orpin #Joshua Orpin x male reader #kon el #Kon el x male reader #kon el kent #kon el superboy #dc titans #henry cavill #dceu #powerpuff girls

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thenyoumightaswellwrestleangels · 5 months

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Please just stay with me tonight (and please don't let tomorrow come)

and I will do the best I can, with the little that I know - series masterlist here

pairing: tim drake x reader x conner kent

length: 1.2k

genre: fluff, comfort, light light angst

warnings: coming of age story babey. timmy and kon are trying so hard to grow up well. so is reader. they're falling in looove but they're all stupid

a/n: oh look another new verse cool cool cool

It's summer in Metropolis; the sun is beginning to set, slowing down over the horizon to bathe the world in a pink, hazy glow. You, Kon, and Tim are slouched on the couch of your new apartment, boxes piled high around the three of you.

"You know…" you begin, sagging against Tim.

"We can always unpack tomorrow," Kon finishes for you. You hum in agreement and roll your head over Tim's shoulder to look up at him.

"Yea," he huffs tiredly, "yea, I'm good with that."

"We should go out," you say, sitting up and ignoring the grumbled complaints of Kon as you jostle him where he was settling in against your shoulder. "The fair is best this time of day. Come on, please?" Kon and Tim exchange a love-struck glance as you look up at them - a glance that maybe you would notice if you weren't so busy pouting at them. A glance maybe the two of them would be aware of if they weren't so busy each trying to hide the fact that they're so in love with you.

"Alright," Tim says, pulling himself off the couch. "I'll figure out which of these boxes we put our boards in…"

By the time the three of you were skateboarding down to the boardwalk, you were all trying desperately not to think of the mess you'd left while you tore through boxes trying to find what you needed, and you were giggling quietly to yourself at the whole ordeal.

"Stop laughing like that," Kon says, but his voice gives away his own laughter, "it's not funny, we're going to have to clean that up later."

"Yea, yea," you say, waving your hand dismissively. "Tomorrow, though. Tonight I get to just eat funnel cakes and drink slushies until I can't stand anymore and need you to carry me home." Tim snorts at your words.

"Oh, yea, that's romantic," he says sarcastically, but neither he nor Kon misses the blush that spreads across your cheeks at his words, although you do your best to hide it as you pull up to the fair on your boards.

"Hmm, nope, not quite. Try again - you never know, maybe the eighth time it'll work," you comment lazily, taking a bite out of your funnel cake as you watch Tim and Kon fail spectacularly at one of the fair games.

"You try it then," Kon quips back, trying to shove the ball at you. You dodge him, though, moving to hide behind Tim.

"Nuh uh… they're rigged, Kon. That's why neither of you can win." You laugh as Tim scoffs at your words, snatching the ball from Kon and aiming at the stack of pins.

"We'll win," he says stubbornly. When the ball misses yet again, he turns to you, hands on his hips. "How many of those have you eaten?"

"Beautiful subject change, Timmy. This is my last one, I promise," you say, curling your hand around Tim's elbow so that you can drag him away from the game, Kon following behind. "Here, Kon, help me finish this. It's almost dark out and we need slushies." Kon grins at you and takes the rest of the funnel cake from your hand, letting you continue to pull the two of them through the fair.

"Cheer up, Tim," he says, mouth full. "You know this next part is the best."

"You were right, Kon… this is the best." Tim's words are quiet, his eyes trained on the horizon where the last light of the sun dips over the water, blanketing the three of you in darkness. You rub your hand on your jeans, the condensation from your slushie making your fingers cold.

"Aw, you getting all sentimental on us?" Kon croons, slushie straw still in his mouth as Tim scoffs and jostles his shoulder, mumbling a shut up under his breath. You lean back on your hands, feet swinging over the edge of the pier as you listen to the other two.

"Do you really think this is a good idea?" You ask softly. The other two look at you.

"We said we'd do this when we all finally moved in together. We sat right here on this pier when we agreed that the next time we all met up in Metropolis, it would be to build a home together. Of course this is right," Tim says pointedly. You huff, keeping your eyes focused on the rippling water underneath the three of you, watching the way the waves hit the wooden supports and dissolve back into the darkness.

"No, I mean… are we doing the right thing? Like, being here, I mean, and - and doing all of this together… how do we know we're growing up right?" The two of them are silent in response, Tim frowning, eyes forward, while Kon stares intently at you. "I feel like we're standing on our own feet for the first time," you continue, "and if we trip ourselves up - or, even worse, if we trip one another up… I just - I don't know if we're doing this all wrong."

"I don't know if there's a right way to grow up," is Kon's quiet response, his voice more serious than you're used to. "I know that's… not the response you want. I know you take a lot of pride in squaring your shoulders and planting your feet and knowing that you're doing the right thing and headed in the right direction - and that's something I love about you. You always know… you know who you are and what you're doing and where you're going. Honestly, I… I really envied you for a while because of that. But… I think this might just take some stumbling. That's why we're doing it together - if you fall, we'll catch you. If one of us falls, you'll catch us. We've got each other." Kon smiles after his speech and you think, for a brief moment, that the sun's come out again, reversed time just to shine on you one last time before you're all adults. But it's just Kon - Kon with his sunshine smile and unwavering faith. Kon, with his feet planted so firmly and his posture so steady - and you realize that you envy him for the very thing that he envies about you. Funny how that works.

"What if we do trip one another up?" Tim says, hands clenched in his lap. "What if you're right and when one of us stumbles, we just take the other two down with us?" You reach over at Tim's words - at the tense strain in his voice, and tangle your hand in his so that you can silently coax his fingers to relax.

"Maybe Kon's right…" you say softly. "I'm sure we will mess up. We'll make mistakes and we'll argue and then we'll make up again. None of this is going to be perfect - we're not perfect, despite our best efforts. Maybe it's time we learn to make some mistakes." You smile gently, squeezing Tim's hand in your own. Kon grins at your declaration and Tim sighs, tipping his head back to stare up at the sky, the stars beginning to shine ever so slightly through the haze of the city lights.

"Yea…" he says wistfully. "Maybe it is time for us to learn how to make some mistakes."

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pinkcherryblossom18 · 1 year

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non-vigilante batsis is almost always done with her family. Always bothering her and always in her business, she can't blame them and honestly, she can't get too angry at them for being that way. Sure she knows how to defend herself, they all made sure of that but it's the fact that some of the people who are against them can overpower her and hurt her in many more ways than one that causes them to kinda have a short leash on her.

So it's no surprise to Dick who was sure that one day that batsis was going to rebel when he catches her sneaking back into the house in the middle of the night thinking that no one but Alfred would be home. He catches her the third time of her doing this, if anything she's happy that he didn't see who dropped her off.

She just hopes Dick doesn't look too hard at the shirt that the guy she's been sneaking out with let her wear, the giant S in the middle would give her away immediately.

#batfam x reader #batfamily #dick grayson x reader #dick grayson #batfam x batsis #batsis #conner kent #kon el kent #conner kent x reader #conner kent x batsis #the garbage can #bruce wayne #bruce wayne x reader

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punkeropercyjackson · 21 days

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Superhero fans for years have been saying that Dick Grayson 'has a thing for redheads' because his two main canon love interests are redhead women and his most popular mlm ship is from one of the worst DC adaptions ever with a guy who also happens to be ginger but Princess Koriand'r is a black woman,Babara Gordon has multiple black adaptions and his other gfs have been Bea Bennett who is black too and Helena Bertinelli specifically when she got rebooted to be black/white mixed and Tim Drake is said to canonically have a type in blondes because he's canon bi now thanks to Bernard Dowd but in his second solo he was dating a black girl named Tam Fox and way back in his first run his first crush Ariana Dzerchenko dyed her hair blonde because she thought that's why he liked Stephanie Brown and Tim straight up made a very strained fake smile while thinking 'I hate it' and the fandom made a whole meme fanart trend of Kon-El Kent being upset and wishing he was blonde so Tim would've chosen him instead since he was previously considered Tim's canon boyfriend by fans.But when black people headcanon Hobie Brown as stritcly black4black or perfers to date black women over anyone else and make jokes about how he'd never date a white person because of how black punkish he is and there's nothing to disprove either since his only love interest is his Prowler variant's Mindy Mcpherson who's a black woman and him and Gwen Stacy were left ambigious in the finale version of Atsv,we're being 'uninclusive' and 'too mean'.Lol.Lmao even.What's y'all's opinion on the Percy Jackson show deciding to let Leah Jeffries keep her natural hair instead of the blonde afro wig they considered which was a good call in a meta sense since book!Annabeth Chase hates being blonde because she wants to be seen as more than her hair color btw

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keenzinemugstudent · 1 year

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Superman x witch fem black reader x Superboy! Our future? Part 1!

You come back from a mission only to meet a boy who claims to be your son?!

After your mission with Flash which was an epic win! After going back in time to help stop an ancient Egyptian pharaoh from destroying world you just wanted to turn in your report go home and watch TV and rest but life had another plan for you today!

"When you use that spell on that other guy and had him hallucinating that he was fighting in his underwear was absolutely hilarious Y/H/N! (Your Hero Name)

"Right? Like he didn't see that coming! I do feel bad for the poor guy tho." We entered the Batcave as we got closer we could hear three people talking I saw Batman and Superman an unfamiliar face. It was a boy well more like a teenager he had blue jeans, black combat boots with a black shirt when he turned around I can see the Superman symbol and for some reason you had this pull towards him and he looked strangely familiar?

"Hey guy's! We're back it took a while you know with the whole space-time thing but we're fine, we made it got the job done so uh who's the new guy new face looks pretty young to join the Justice League don't you think?" Flash says. Superman looked at me I gave him a small wave to say hello but he just gave an awkward smile looking pass you. It was weird he usually doesn't do that, something must have happened you turned your attention back to the teenager who was looking at you with his eyes glossing over like he was close to crying?

"Since when do we allow fans into the batcave?" I asked hands on my hips I had got a good look at his face better and to your surprise he looked kind of like Clark? Before you could say anything the boy ran towards you with such speed nearly knocked you over he pulled you into a big bear hug almost like he was too scared to let you go everyone just stood watching the scene Bruce stood with a blank face, Superman stood there with an uneasy look while Flash was just as confused as you were with what was going on.

"Your here! I made it just in time!" The boy says into your shoulder you honestly didn't know what the heck was going on but something in you felt a connection to this unknown boy. You hug him back rubbing his back he pulled back flustered.

"Uh hi?" I say with a confused smile.

"H-hi! I mean I'm sorry for uh hugging you I just got really excited!" The boy said with a nervous smile geez even his smile is like Clark's!

"That's fine hon just uh be careful next time you wanna hug someone. You nearly knocked me off my feet!" You say hitting his shoulder. He smiled but was still flustered, you got a better look he was definitely a spitting image of Clark but only a tad bit kid had some muscle on him that's for sure but what really caught your attention was his eye's they were Y/E/C (your eye color)you put a hand on his cheek making him flinch a bit from your warm touch.

"That's funny your eyes..." Before you could finish Flash cut you off sliding over next to you and the kid.

"Can someone explain what and who this boy is please?" Flash says looking the kid up and down, Batman looked towards Superman who looked back shaking his head Batman looked towards the boy who looked back nodding than turned at you nervous.

"Um so first I'm really happy to meet you and second please don't freak out when I tell you this but I'm Kon-el."

"Oh so you are Kryptonian! Another cousin you failed to tell us about Superman?" I asked jokingly but he just looked at you awkwardly with a tiny blush, okay what the heck is wrong with him? You just turned your attention back to the young man.

"Well it's very nice to meet you Kon-el the minute I saw you I knew you were somehow related to Superman. You are just as handsome as the man of steel himself!" You say with a smile he blushed at your words while Superman also looked flustered by you calling him handsome.

"Thanks...mom."

I froze the smile on my face slowly dropping I heard Flash gasped while Bruce and Clark stared at your face waiting for reaction the boy looked at you with a bit of concern but the only thing you could do was just stand in shock looking between the boy and Superman who was still waiting for your reaction but you let out a simple small confused "Huh?" before everything went black.

Clark's POV

Before anyone else could react Y/n eyes rolled in the back of her head luckily I had caught her in time. Conner I mean Superboy started to panic kneeling to the ground along side me.

"I-i'm sorry it just slipped out!" I just gave him a small understandable look.

"It's fine Superboy she's okay just in shock."

Not that you blame her I nearly had the same reaction I was in metropolis when Bruce had gave me the call saying that it was urgent I rushed over only to find Batman holding a teenage boy at gun point (it was a kryptonite gun) at first I was confused and concerned until Batman told me that the boy claimed to be mine and Y/H/N son which of course was hard to believe because I was in a relationship with Lois even though we've been having issues and Y/n had no interest in dating (at least that's what I was told by Diana) and we were only close friends nothing more nothing less. At least that's what I thought until the boy in front of me claimed to be our child and he needed the Justice League's help. Of course me and Bruce had doubts but I could see that he did resembled me a bit only he didn't have my blue eyes but had Y/E/C (your eye color) that's when the boy who called himself Superboy told Bruce to look in his back jean pocket and that there was a picture to prove it of course Batman did in to our surprise it was a picture of me and Y/n who was laying in a hospital bed, a beautiful but tired smile on her face and was holding a newborn baby, at the bottom of the photo it read "Welcome to the world our little miracle child Connor Kent" I had to hold on to something because I felt faint, Bruce held my shoulder trying to help me stand on my feet.

I had a son? the son of Superman and Y/H/N...we had a son?!

it just it sounded so...right??? I shouldn't be saying or thinking such things because I'm in a relationship with Lois but recently we've been having issues especially about how she feels about Y/n which just make this whole situation worse!

Just as Connor was trying to explain how he got here that was when Barry and Y/n entered the cave back from their mission, which brings us back to the present with me holding Y/h/n in my arms and Connor looking very concerned for his future mother.

"She did say she was tired after using so much magic and the shock of meeting Superboy I guess was too much for her body." Barry says arms crossed, I picked Y/n up bridal style then turn to looked at Bruce.

"I'll take care of this you call the other's." I say before walking out with Conner not far behind. Today has been tiring for everyone.

To be continued this and AU where Conner isn't a Clone between Lex and Clark but you and Superman's son idea I had while working 🤷‍♀️

Here part 2!

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