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ellagelina · 2 years

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Metahuman trafficking runs rampant in the Gotham City underworld leaving behind a bloody trail of bodies. Bruce is determined to end the vicious organizations but soon finds himself in more trouble than he was prepared for.

#batfam #dick grayson #jason todd #tim drake #bruce wayne #selina kyle #metahuman au #ao3fic

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arianna-creates · 8 months

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Early days (pre-robin) version of a suit that makes batman seem like a metahuman

Read a really good fic about this concept that had a lot of good batdad moments, identity issues, and requited unrequited love for Superbat :)) <3

It's called Loading and Aspect Ratio and it's available on AO3!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/34977802

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g4rg0y1e · 8 months

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i’m thinking about this fic i read where damian wayne was like a metahuman and he got his powers from the lazarus pits or whatever and he could take peoples “gift” (life force basically) and give it back at will

but i’m also thinking of another fic i read where damian had like control over plants and things like that

and i am also thinking of that one au where the fentons were in the LoA and wanted to raise jazz and danny outside of the league

so i was also thinking of arranged marriage au with danny and damian

so basically the fentons had been in the league for most of their adult lives and they had been raising jazz and danny in the league till danny was like 5 or 6 and they wanted to raise the kids in a relatively normal environment. so they made a deal with ra’s and talia that damian and danny were to get married when they turned sixteen and it was a magical contract so the fentons traded their freedom for danny and damian getting married or anyone involved in the contract would be punished with something or other. So they decided damian could visit like every other week for him to get to know danny more and they could see how the pit affects (am i using the right one?) his development and things like that.

#dead serious ship #dp x dc #dead serious #damian wayne #danny #metahuman damian wayne #arranged marriage #arranged marriage au #i think thats all?

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meowharhar · 10 months

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tim drake au: healing metahuman

tim drake au where tim has a rapunzel-esque metahuman ability, inherited from his mother. when he sings to someone, they will heal.

batman hates metahumans, though, doesn’t he? it’s a mantra tim grew up with, the last words his mother left him with as a child. tim resolves to keep this tidbit of information to himself, fearful of the bat’s wrath.

still, when someone he loves is bruised and battered, passed out and pained, alone in the medbay, tim will sing quietly to them. there’s no one there to spy on tim, no one to call him out on his lies, and he loves his family and won’t let them hurt when he can help.

it’s all fine and dandy until tim is the one that’s hurt, and there is no one to sing sweet comforts for little tim.

it starts when tim is young, small even for a toddler, and he trips down the spiral stairs of a white tiled mansion. thumps echo through empty halls as tim tumbles. tim’s clothes are wrinkled from the impact and he’s bawling, wailing a storm as he clutches his little ankle. he knows intuitively that his mother will not appreciate this, but instinct beckons him to cry for attention. a tall, slim form, clad in white to match the emotionless walls, enters tim’s view and his mother’s face looks heckled. but swiftly, it bleeds into a tender worry and janet scoops her son into her arms and whispers to him meaningless words: a sad attempt at comfort. but when she holds tim’s ankle gently and her voice embraces tim’s being in a warm, tender hold, tim can’t help but feel at peace. a lullaby lulls the child into slumber and he wakes up in his room, ankle healed and clothes fixed.

#tim drake #tim drake au #red robin #batfam #red robin au #metahuman #metahuman tim drake #tim drake my beloved #i just think tim is cool #and deserves nice things #yes i do have a 5+1 for this in my drafts #lmk if u wanna see it ❤️#i have been thinking so thinking about this for so long

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soulless-bex · 2 months

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ignoring that the canon answer to jason’s resurrection is “superboy punched a wall”, i propose immortal!Jason Todd

as in, jason is actually a meta-human who can’t die. the only reason he stayed dead as long as he did in the first place is because of how fucked his body was after everything the joker put him through and he needed to “heal.” even then he was still recovering after literally digging himself out of his grave

however, since he most definitely can’t remember shit until after his dip in the lazarus pit, he doesn’t know. talia kept her mouth shut because knowledge is power, jason never asked because he was Angry and there were no other witnesses

so immortal meta-human jason but nobody figures it out until he dies again

#i dunno if this was done before but anyway #it was on my mind #now it’s on my blog #dc jason todd #jason todd headcanon #metahuman jason todd #dc au #batman au #immortal jason todd #everybody goes crazy over jason coming back from the dead for a second time #jason is confused as hell #and bruce gets to feel guilty because he buried his regenerating metahuman son #talia making herself discreet because people will want answers that she doesn’t want to give

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practically-an-x-man · 3 months

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For reasons unknown, an immortal beast has been dropping off random trinkets at your ancestral home for generations. They're all kept in storage; nobody dares throw them away. Today instead of a trinket, the beast leaves a note with instructions on it.

Tweak this one as you see fit. Maybe Octavia? Dunno. Do what sparks your imagination!

Taken from here if the link works...

Ooooh I've actually got a neat idea for this one....

Thank you!!

____ Years Ahead

Word Count: 2.7k Content Warnings: none? mentions major character death but not in a violent way

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The boy peered at the doorstep. He didn't spot the trinket for a long time. He was looking for something bright, something shiny, like so many of the other trinkets were shiny, and this... wasn't.

Finally he spotted it, a folded piece of old paper half-tucked under one of the flowerpots on the front stoop. Carefully, he tilted the pot enough to snag the paper underneath, and gingerly unfolded it.

It was a photo: in color, glossy, but faded with time. It looked like the photos the boy had seen on the walls of his grandmother's house - they still stuck to paper, instead of the screens and projections he had in his own house.

The photo showed a cluster of figures, dirty and bloodied but grinning at the camera. Some of the figures were... odd, not quite human, and it made the boy wonder where this picture had come from.

He folded it back up and took it inside. His mother had warned him, repeatedly, not to get too involved with the trinkets. Nobody in his family knew who sent them, only that they'd been arriving on the doorstep almost daily for close to a century. There was a heavy oak trunk in the attic, big enough that the boy and his father could both curl up inside and take a nap, full to the brim of these little trinkets.

The boy tossed the photo onto the pile with the rest, looking at the odd assortment of trinkets in the box. It didn't make sense: Roman coins next to animal-bone jewelry, rolls of camera film stacked on top of shark teeth and bullet casings. It was like their mystery gift-giver had raided a museum. Half the items looked like trash to him, useless, but his mother forbade him from throwing anything out.

"Did you check the stoop?" his mother called out, from somewhere below him.

"Yeah!" the boy shouted back, "It was a photo! I put it with the rest!"

He thundered back down the stairs and raced to catch the bus, and that was the end of that.

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The next day, there was a shiny silver medal on the stoop. The boy picked it up and carried it upstairs, like all the rest, but something made him curious. He snagged the previous day's photo and turned over, poring over the figures in the shot.

There. The tall man in the center of the picture- he had the same medal clipped to his chest. And a gun slung over his shoulder. Military. The boy didn't know what it meant, but it felt like some sort of clue.

He spent the rest of the day rooting through the chest of trinkets, separating any items that caught his eye. He didn't find any more clues there, though he nearly cut himself on a small, slender blade at the bottom of the trunk. He nearly gave up there. It was a fluke, these two items in a row, or their mystery gift-giver just happened to steal from this military man and give out what they found there. The boy had wondered repeatedly if they were a thief. It was the only way to explain how they got all the trinkets.

His mother called him down to supper. He was nearly to the stairs when he remembered the stack of photos.

"Just a minute!" he shouted back down to his mother, rifling through the photos as quickly as he could.

Sure enough, the same man popped up in almost all of them. A few of the others did too, here and there, but none with as much frequency.

Well, almost none.

The man had his arm around them in almost every single one of the photos. Smaller, shorter, sharp-eyed but smiling, and always with a weapon in their hand. And as the boy flipped through the pictures, one right after another, he noticed something else.

They didn't age.

The man next to them did, little by little. His hair, already on the pale side, went thin and gray. Lines appeared on his forehead and cheeks, crinkled around his eyes when he smiled. The boy had no idea the scope of the photos, how many years were represented, but he could see that quite a lot of time must have passed between them.

And the person standing next to him did not change. If the boy looked closely, he could see a few new scars on their skin, or shifts in their expression over time, but they didn't age like the man next to them.

Immortal. Or close to it.

He knew who was leaving the trinkets.

The boy ran downstairs and tried to explain this all to his family, but they didn't believe him. No, not quite - they might have believed him, but they insisted he not push this any further. He didn't need to know who was leaving the trinkets, they said, and trying to investigate might just make them angry. If this really was some sort of god, the last thing they wanted was to displease it.

He said he understood. He said he wouldn't search for any more clues. He said he would let the immortal leave their gifts, and he would put them in the trunk upstairs, and that would be it.

He lied.

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That night, once his parents had gone to bed, he snuck out of his room and crept down to the front stoop. He intended to stay there all night, armed with a two-liter of caffeinated soda he'd stolen from the kitchen and his fluffiest blanket wrapped around himself to ward off the nighttime chill. He was determined to stay awake, and catch this mystery gift-giver in the act. He held the photo and medal clutched tight in his hands.

Hours stretched on, and even the soda couldn't help him hold off his tiredness. It just made him have to pee. He was glad his mother didn't catch him doing it in the bushes. She'd be furious.

There was no sign of the gift-giver, nor anyone else. The night was dark and silent around him.

He must have dozed off, because the next thing he noticed was sunlight spearing into his eyes. His head hurt, probably from all the soda and lack of good sleep. And he hadn't even caught a glimpse of the person he was looking for.

But his blanket had been tucked around him a little more soundly, and in his hands, alongside the medal and photo, was a note.

Stop looking for me.

There was no signature. The words were written in dark ink, simple and blocky handwriting. He was half-convinced his parents had written it for him, the same way they'd masqueraded as Santa Clause and the Tooth Fairy for so much of his life.

The boy had to hustle back inside before his parents could realize he'd spent the night on the stoop. He got dressed, brushed his teeth, ran off to catch the school bus like it was any other morning. The note burned a hole in his pocket the whole way.

He didn't show the note to his parents. When they asked about the morning's trinket, he grabbed a random object from the trunk upstairs and presented it to them. They couldn't tell the difference.

That night, he tucked a few of the photos - all showing the military man in the center of the shot - under the flowerpot, alongside a note of his own.

Who is he?

The boy didn't expect a response. But the next morning, he found another old medal from the US Army on the front stoop, alongside a small scrap of paper.

You remind me of him. Stubborn. Stop looking for me.

That was the only explanation he got. It confirmed something in his mind, though - the immortal from the picture, the one the soldier always held close to his side, was the same one who'd been leaving his family these little trinkets for decades.

He left them another note.

Why do you leave my family these things?

That one was accompanied by a handful of items from the trunk upstairs. He picked them at random. In the morning, they were gone.

Would you rather I take them back? Stop asking questions.

He thought about that one for a long time. On the one hand, he didn't want them to take back what they'd given - mostly because it sounded like a threat, and he didn't want his family or their home to get hurt because of it. Maybe he was getting too curious for his own good.

But on the other hand, they'd responded to every note he left. They could have been silent, kept leaving wordless trinkets or no trinkets at all, let him think they didn't understand English or didn't care or weren't human at all. But they responded. So maybe they did care. Just a little.

That night, he decided to voice his thoughts.

Why would I stop asking questions when you keep answering them?

Answering was more than a little generous. He still didn't know anything new. If anything, he had more questions than he started with. But why would they respond at all if they didn't want him to ask more questions? He had the strangest feeling that, whoever this person was, they liked the back-and-forth of it.

But maybe he'd pushed things a little too far with that last note. They were silent for a whole week after that. No more notes, no more trinkets. Even his parents started to get suspicious.

Just as he was ready to give up, when he debating not checking the stoop at all after so much silence, there was another note under the flowerpot.

You built a fort in the woods when you were ten. Meet me there. Next Sunday at midnight.

He'd definitely pushed things too far. This was how kids got abducted. He was a smart boy, but even a stupid boy would know not to walk into the forest at midnight and meet somebody they'd never met. He didn't even know this person's name, or if they were who they said they were. The only proof that they were the immortal in the pictures was that they'd been leaving trinkets for a hundred years, and no normal human would be able to do that.

But he wanted his questions answered. He wanted to see who it was.

He thought about telling his parents. This was starting to get scary. But if he told them now, they'd shut this whole thing down. And if this was the immortal person in the pictures, if they did know who that military man was, this might be his only chance to find out.

He didn't tell them just yet. He just left another note.

How do I know I can trust you?

The response was on the front stoop the morning after, alongside a carved statuette the size of his thumb. It looked like a lion, carved of some rough off-white material that might have been bone.

You don't. I'm a very dangerous person. Your family has always known this. There's nothing I can say that would reassure you otherwise.

But if you want to see me face to face, that is where I'll be.

He debated it for days. Logic told him not to go. Instinct told him he would be fine. He wasn't sure which one he trusted more.

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The next Sunday, the boy found himself walking through the woods. He still remembered the path to his fort, though the darkness made every tree look alike. Once or twice, he thought he saw the gleam of animal eyes reflected in the light of his flashlight. Every so often, a stick cracked from somewhere off to his left. He felt like he was being followed.

He wasn't unarmed. He had a knife clutched in his hand, the same small blade he'd found in the trunk weeks before. In his pockets were a collection of firecrackers he'd found in the garage - hopefully they would prove some distraction if this really did turn out to be dangerous. He'd clipped the medals to the front of his shirt, just because. They made him feel a little braver.

He approached the fort, silhouetted in the darkness. His eyes strained for light, looking for any figure or flash of movement. So far, he saw nobody.

"You have my knife."

The voice came from his left, and he chucked the blade as hard as he could in the direction of the voice.

It struck their shoulder, hard enough to make them stagger back a step. Calmly, as if they were in no pain at all, they pulled the blade from their shoulder and turned it over in their hands. The wound sealed over in moments, leaving behind only a rip in their shirt and a wash of blood down their arm.

"Not bad, kid."

"You're the one from the picture." he blurted, the first thing that popped into his head. Because they were - the same sharp eyes, the same freckled-spotted skin, the same dark curly hair. Now they had no weapon, and most of their scars were covered by their long-sleeved shirt, but their face was familiar. He'd been looking at it for weeks.

The boy rustled in his pockets, pulling out the picture they'd left before - the group photo, where they all looked young and healthy, with the soldier and the immortal and the human shark and all the rest. Now it was obvious they were the same. They hadn't changed at all, though he wondered what had happened to the others in the photo.

"This one." he said, holding it out to them. The person took a step forward, and the boy unconsciously matched it with a shuffle back. He didn't want them close enough to grab him. He still had that much sense. The other person stopped where they stood, tilting their head at him.

"Yes." they said, "That one."

"You're... you're a god?" he guessed, his other hand fiddling with the firecrackers in his pocket. He had a feeling they would do very little, if this person wanted a fight. Maybe it was a bad idea to come here. Maybe he shouldn't have investigated.

"Not exactly." they responded, "I've just lived a very long time. You've heard of my kind before. Metahumans. Amazons."

"Like Wonder Woman."

That made them grimace, just a little. If he hadn't been watching them so intently, looking for any flicker of motion, he would have missed it.

"Yes." they decided, "Like Wonder Woman."

"Why do you keep leaving things on the doorstep? My grandpa says you've been doing it since before he was born." the boy asked. Little by little, he could feel his fear starting to trickle away. He still was wary, he still didn't let himself relax, but he was becoming convinced that this person wasn't here to hurt him. They still hadn't moved from their spot, and their hands hung loose at their sides. One still held that little knife, but it was a casual grip, like they'd forgotten it was there.

They were silent for a long time. The boy shifted on his feet.

"I made a promise, a very long time ago," they finally answered, dark eyes still frozen on the photo in his hand. They looked sad. They looked like they'd been sad for a long time. "I promised that I would protect your family for as long as I could. I promised that I would keep you safe. The trinkets are a sign that I'm still here to watch over you."

"Did he make you promise?" he asked, pointing to the man in the center of the photo. Another low wash of grief passed over the person's face.

"Yes," they said, voice choked, "Yes, he did."

"Who are you?" the boy couldn't help but continue, glancing between them and the photo in his hand, "Who is he?"

"My name is Eris." the person responded, looking at the picture with dark, sad eyes, "The man you see is your great-great-grandfather. He was... he was the only man I ever loved."

#this is sort of an au since i'm definitely a 'rick is a secret metahuman' truther but it was fun to write #my friends!!!#answered asks #my ocs #oc eris #my writing #ficlet #oneshot

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mutantsandmetahumansoffaircityau · 2 years

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"my names blu...what's yours?"

Becky: My name is Becky. Well officially it's Rebecca 'Becky' Hope Boxleitner.

#wordgirl #wordgirl au #becky boxleitner au #mutantsandmetahumansoffaircityau #mutants and metahumans of fair city au #welcome to mutant and meta fair city #melodythebunny #her oc blu #answered ask

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ninjastormhawkkat · 2 years

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Mutants and Metahumans of Fair City: Part 3

TW: Verbal and Emotional Abused characters along with a few others

Lady Redundant Woman: Beatrice Bixby did not have a great life before the accident. Her old boss was a complete jerk to her as well as the other employees, but he seemed, according to Beatrice, to have it out just for her. He was always yelling at her, saying she always did things wrong, and made her do the hardest jobs in the copy shop and afterwards, continue to unfairly critique and criticize her work skills. It was from this that Beatrice developed her distrust and dislike of managers and higher-ups (even after Dave became manager) along with her inability to speak out often when she is not in villain mode. Beatrice was forced on a late shift and was working on fixing a copy machine (which she loves greatly like canon) when the accident happened. Beatrice at the time was not aware she developed powers and the copy shop she worked at had to close for a while because most of her other coworkers became mutants or metahumans and were dealing with the aftermath of the outbreak. When she was brought back, her boss was actually way worse than before due to everything that happened. One very late shift, her old boss started really berating Beatrice over some common, minuscule mistake. He started jabbing his finger at her and wound up pressing her nose which created another duplicate of her right before their eyes. Both were shocked at this development, Beatrice even more so at the sight of her new duplicate. Shocked, but still angry, the boss criticizes her more harshly, calling Beatrice a freak and accusing her of purposefully doing this herself and making her a pretty weak metahuman if all she can do is duplicate herself. Beatrice snaps. She looks at her boss with a furious expression and first yells at him to be quiet. Which he does out of shock from her outburst. She then switches to a menacing grin and replies in a low, malicious tone of voice. “Let me show you how ‘weak and pathetic’ I am now boss!” She hastily presses her nose so many times until about twenty or so clones pop out and swarm the now terrified boss. Police found the guy a few days later surround by a lot of paper, huddled up mumbling “Sssso Many, Ssso Many.” He was looked over by doctors and was put in a psychiatric hospital for his mental health where he still remains up to the current time line.

This Lady Redundant Woman’s powers are different from canon. She still repeats herself 3x. on certain words. Her duplicates though are more dangerous. They don’t have any voice issues. If Beatrice creates a duplicate of someone, they can sound exactly like them. Beatrice observes a target for a long while before sending out her duplicates. They have the knowledge on how to act like the real deal due to her memories and observations of them. Her duplicates are more multiple and don’t run out of ink. Although Beatrice does develop an addiction to copy machine ink as a food source. They still can be destroyed by water or a strong punch from Wordgirl but that is about it. These duplicates can have the exact fingerprints from the real deal if they are duplicated from a living person, not an imaginary one like Royal Dandy.

Invisibill - He is a metahuman with his canon invisibility powers. He received them at the beginning of the explosion. He used to use his powers at birthday parties and celebratory events. Not everyone liked him and he was unfairly criticized a lot. He was not making much money as an entertainer so when he heart about the Coach’s villain school, he decided to join up. Invisibill is similar to his canon self but is more jaded due to his harsh treatment in the past. If and when he feels petty, and if someone is mean to him or BLHG, he will turn invisible and prank that person, most often de-pantsing them in public. He is not as energetic and oblivious as his canon self and can tell pretty on when no one wants to talk to him.

Big Left Hand Guy - He is a mutant. He was not mutated at the start of the event. He used to work at a construction company. An accident happened at work where his left hand was crushed by a block of cement. It hurt at first, throbbed a bit, than expanded to the size of canon BLHG’s actual left hand. The doctors thought it was a regular injury at first that just swelled out of control. After multiple tests, they discovered that he was just a mutant with recessive DNA components that were not activated until the accident. His bones expanded along with his flesh. Unfortunately BLHG could not go back to work because his big left hand kept getting in the way. He saw a flyer for the Coach’s villain school opening up and decided to try it out. He became teammates then roommates with Invisibill. Like in the canon episode, BLHG and Invisibill were both downgraded to common criminals which are below super villains. They both have been approached by The Protector to join the “Metas and Mutants Forever” cause. The have not yet responded, but have considered the option.

The Coach - He is a human. Once a Life Coach, he then met the Whammer and decided to create a school for villains so he could teach them and use novices for his own gains and benefits. The Coach is more secretive about where he holds the school rather then at his home. A follower of The Protector approached The Coach in a dark alleyway one day with a message from the metahuman. The messenger said, “The Protector wants to let you know that the only reason you are alive right now is because your existence is too pathetic to be bothered getting rid of, BUT if The Protector hears or finds any evidence of you clearly mistreating or abusing metas and mutants very harshly, then the Protector themselves will ‘handle’ you personally as justice for all mutants and metas.” The Coach is more paranoid in this au than in canon. With good reason.

Miss Question - She is a metahuman. Like in canon she was struck by lighting and that’s what triggered her metahuman genes and give her the canon powers. After the episode “Where Have All The Villains Gone?” she was kicked out of the villain league for her actions. She was found by the Protector and convince her to work as a spy for The Protector. She would greatly apologize and grovel in front of the villains for her actions and they let her back in. Her job is to gather intel and information about each Villain (and further info about Wordgirl) and give them to The Protector as well as due some errands on the side. The Protector so far keeps Miss Question in the dark about the reasoning. When Miss Question tried to make The Protector reveal the truth, her powers seemed to reverberate off them and back onto her, but fuller force and more painful. Miss Question has decided it is better just to do as she is told by The Protector. The Protector only scolded her for her actions and reminded her not to do it again. The Protector can be a force of nature, but they can also be eerily patient. Like a parent to a child.

Captain Tangent - Captain Tangent has always been a metahuman with telekinetic and material morphing abilities, but only for metal. Captain Tangent was never aware of his powers because they were not strong enough to develop. When he found the “cursed hook” (it wasn’t cursed, the pirate statue and voice was part of an old attraction that was shut down after the outbreak. The restaurant was built over it.) Besides levitating metal, Captain Tangent can also manipulate the shape of metal to build a ship or other pirate weapons as well as a metal body of armor.

Nocan The Contrarian - Nocan is a normal human. Contraria exists in this au. Funny thing though when he first came along, no one could tell if he was a mutant or metahuman. His use of contrary words and mindset did not help to clear anything up.

The Whammer - he is one of some mutants to also have a superpower. He has his canon powers, but the horns on his head are his actual horns. He developed his powers after the accident. Besides his whamming abilities, The Whammer can also use his horns as a weapon to ram into buildings or Wordgirl. He surprisingly has not developed any concussions. His helmet is a clip on that can fit around his horns. The Whammer dresses up as a wrestler because he likes how they wham into each other.

Quick Headcanons:

-The Villain organization was created by Mr. Big, Granny May, Lady Redundant Woman, Chuck, Amazing Rope Guy (he was hired to be used as a distraction most of the time) and Hal Hardbargain. They created the organization to take advantage of the chaos and potential crime committing available. They were difficultly handled by the police until Wordgirl came along.

-The villains are not as friendly with Wordgirl as canon but a majority (save a few) do respect her and won’t go too far because she is a child.

-Steven did not write his “Superheroes and You: A Practical Guide” but rather a book about Mutants and Metahuman studies to help people understand themselves and others better. Miss Power’s organization published the book as a sneak way to get Steven’s scientific studies. The book is still out there, but now Steven is disgusted and does not want anything to do with it. Wordgirl got help from her dad and learned how to be a hero from comic books.

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nightmares--child · 1 year

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indie roleplay blog for au!marvel character, terrance ward

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18+ Minors DO NOT INTERACT

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skylarmoon71 · 2 years

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Eobard Thawne (Flash) - Chapter 16

“I can’t believe you’re being so childish.”

“How is it childish, you’re literally infatuated with him.”

“He has been my enemy for many years.” You just continue to glare.

In your mind you know you’re fussing over nothing, but still, the least he could do was know your birthday. Sitting in the room begrudgingly, you pout. A smile works its way on Eobard’s face. You hadn’t exactly left the lab, you just ran to his room to vent.

“Trust me, you have nothing to worry about. Allen is the least of your problems.”

“I don’t know about that, I feel like if he were a woman you’d probably be chasing him instead of me.”

“Who says he needs to be a woman?” Your mouth falls open and he just smiles.

“Kidding. I’m kidding. I just wanted to tease you.”

“NOT FUNNY!!”

Eobard just continues to laugh. It’s adorable, your little reactions.

You know he’s about to give another snide remark, but you pause for a second. Eobard’s laughter gets a bit softer when he sees the change in your posture. You stand, tilting your head and looking around.

“Is everything alright?”

You’re unable to answer, because you aren’t sure.

“Something feels off.”

You head out the door, and Eobard follows. When you’re both standing in the cortex, Barry lifts a cupcake.

“I’m sorry (Y/N)!”

Something tells you it’s about the little scandal earlier. But he doesn’t get a reaction, there is no response.

“(Y/N)?”

“Do you guys feel that?”

Barry wants to ask what exactly it is you’re referring to. You lift your palm, and those sparks are back. The ones that appeared when Eobard first came with his crazy news. You flinch, because even with your speed, the attack that comes hurtling your way, you aren’t able to avoid. Your body is slammed into a wall, and you grunt.

Sliding down, you barely catch a glimpse of Eobard going into a frenzy after whatever it is that just hit you. He grabs the individual, and you stumble to your feet. Whoever it is he now has by the throat. You realize it doesn’t look like some notorious metahuman killer. It’s just a child.

A boy.

“D-Dad! Stop it’s me dad!!” The blond haired child is pleading, and Eobard doesn’t fully register his words, but he moves his hand. Barry and the others are on guard, and it’s then that Cisco speaks.

“Did he just say..dad?”

Barry facepalms.

“Just great, more time travel.”

When you’re fully upright, the boy takes in your appearance, and his eyes brighten.

“Mom!!” He moves to run to you, but Eobard steps between him, glaring.

“Who the hell are you?”

Said male looks a bit frantic.

“Oh right, I forgot you guys probably don’t know who I am.” He his throat, puffing out his chest in an attempt to look taller than Eobard.

“My name is Eli Thawne. I’m your son.”

Your jaw is practically on the floor, and you point to yourself, then Eobard, and Eli nods.

“I know, this is cool right! Sorry about the crash landing. I really didn’t mean to hit you.”

Eobard still looks like he’s trying to wrap his head around it all. There’s doubt written all over his face.

“Are you saying that we’re your parents?”

Eli looks a bit less sure of himself.

“Uhh, yeah you are.”

The way he watches Eobard a bit wearily has you questioning some things. You still don’t fully believe it.

“How about we all take a seat.” Iris inputs.

You’d need more support than that to deal with this.

#matt/eoabrd au #cute #flash #reverseflash #iris west #Heroes #changes #cisco ramon #Caitlin Snow #eneminestofriends #care #family #Central City #eobard x reader #speedforce #metahumans #powers #speedsters #love

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ririblogsss · 22 days

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(This idea has been done before butttt I still wanna explore it)

What if instead of the JL believing that phantom is a ghost they just believe he is a very much overpowered meta with stereotypical ghost powers.

like in this AU, Phantom would have successfully gotten in contact the JL and got the GIW shot down, the JL thinking that the GIW were making false claims about a different species so they could experiment on metahumans with unique abilities. The Fentons works are under extreme watch and everything they do / want to research is heavily reviewed. Phantom ended up joining the Young Justice league.

So because JL assumed that Dannys 'ghost form' was just to keep his ID from being reveled, as no one would look for his real ideantity and if they did they would look at people who have died. Batman thought it was a genius strategy.

But then one of his teammates (im thinking either RR of Superboy) mentions that in all this time phantom hasn't aged a single bit

(I'm thinking that his ghost look never aged since he died, basically forever 14 in that form)

And Dannys brutally honest like "Of course I don't age im dead" while rolling his eyes.

And everyone stops and takes a full look at him really analyzing him.

And his teammate just has the loading screen on their heads and they just say: oh I thought that you that-

And they can't even complete a sentence cause their baffled.

And Dannys shrugs like it isn't a big deal: Yeah I've said this before, lab accident I died but came back. Anyways I have paperwork to do royal duties u know.

And he just leaves everyone to have a mental crisis over someone they knew died at such a young age and that they came back only to protect people.

Meanwhile Batman's over in the corner inputting 100s of questions into google

'Is it legal to adopt the ghost of a child'

'Can someone call cps on a families ghost'

'how to take care of ghosts 101'

'what do ghosts like'

'ghost customs'

#dc x dp #dpxdc #dp x dc crossover #Batman : if I had a nickel for every time a kid died and came back I would have 2 nickels which isn't a lot but its weird it happened twice

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nerdpoe · 10 months

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Not Superman's clone AU

When Lex took Clark's DNA to make a clone, none of his scientists could make it work.

Failure after failure after failure, until finally one of them went to an old lab they used to work at. It had been falling into ruin, mostly empty due to layoffs. The government agency that had been in charge of it had been long disbanded w/ the meta protections that had been signed into law.

So it was rather easy to get in; no one had bothered to cancel this scientists credentials.

There was a specimen, permanently asleep thanks to layers upon layers of security; the first metahumans ever recorded.

Phantom, Plasmius, and Phantasm.

They took Phantom's DNA, as he looked most like Superman, and snuck it back to Lex's labs, and it worked perfectly.

And thus, Conner was born/made.

Everyone used the altered report that the group of scientists made to say he was Superman's clone.

Until, after the dust has settled and Conner died and came back, he has another DNA test run.

His other donor is not Superman at all.

His other donor's information was under layer upon layer of high tech security, and breaking through them resulted in the American Government making baseless threats against the Justice League.

But with Oracle, Cyborg, and Red Robin's help, he found out who it was.

His real donor/father was deep underground, trapped in a lab, and unable to escape.

He leaks the information to the press, and suddenly everyone knows about the first metahumans and what happened to them. What was still happening to them. How most of the worlds insane advances in technology and medicine was due to human experimentation on them.

Now the American Government is trying to calm down the public, and claiming they had no idea what was going on.

Danny wakes up, disoriented, slumped in the arms of an extremely worried teenager that keeps calling him "dad".

His response, while waking up and confused?

"Alright, don't mind kids anyways. Ellie'll be thrilled."

He really does not expect the teen to burst into tears.

For the purpose of the AU, I was imagining Danny as in his mid thirties before he was tricked by the GIW and trapped.

#dcxdp #dpxdc #dc x dp #dp x dc #not supermans clone #story prompt

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bet-on-me-13 · 8 months

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Danny as a Historical Badass

So, I'm sure you have all heard at least one story about those Badasses in History, the ones who are basically Legends at this point, right?

Like Simo Hayha, the White Death. The legendary Finish Sniper who managed to get 505 Confirmed Kills in less than 100 days, and an additional 200 kills with a Sub Machine Gun.

Or Mad Jack Churchill, the Craziest Commando. The guy who went to War with a Bow and a Broadsword, inflicting the last Archery Fatality in British Military History. He and his single partner also managed to raid a Village and capture 44 unsuspecting Soliders.

I want Danny to be seen in history in the same way they were.

If we go with the AU where the events of the Show happened in the Early 1900's, Danny would reach Eligibility just in time for both World Wars.

I want one of the Batfamily Members to run across a Video online of "Roman Helmet Guy" on Tiktok talking about Danny with that Badass Music in the Background.

Like, Danny is known as the Insane Solider of WW1/WW2. The guy who somehow managed to capture entire Platoons singlehandedly. The Guy who raided Enemy Camps in the Dead of night and managed to capture High Ranking Commanders on his own. The Guy that survives life threatening wounds like it's nothing MULTIPLE TIMES, and is somwhow back on the battlefield within the hour.

Some people speculate that he was an early Metahuman, but nobody can confirm because he hasn't been seen in decades. Some people.think he must be dead by now.

And then the Batfam member does a double take because, That's Old Man Danny.

Thats the old guy who runs their favorite Cafe. He must be well over 100 years old by now, but he looks like he's in his early 70's.

And doesn't Alfred frequent that Cafe?

Yes, he does. Alfred and Danny are old War Buddies.

Idk where this is going, I feel braindead right now.

I just wanted Danny to be seen as a Historical Legend because I was binging 'Roman Helmet Guy's videos and thought of this.

Wait, wasn't Diana in WW1? Like, in the movie at least she fought in WW1, so what if she met Danny during that time? What if she wasn't the only one to rush into No-Mans Land during that action scene in the Movie?

Diana shows up in Gotham and just says, "Oh no need to worry, I'm just visiting an old Friend."

Also, I recommend watching videos on Simo Hayha, he is such a badass.